#unlike jack he doesn’t talk much
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Nightlight!
been going down a rabbit hole of golden age fics and this is my take on the nightlight design tee hee (I love him with all my heart and soul)
also it’s my personal head canon that nightlight was a past life of Jack’s and can access his star boy powers in life/death situations?? Idk but wouldn’t that make a cool future scene where jack can access past PAST lives’ memories and just see his cool space protector self like
anyway I love him bye
#nightlight#guardians of childhood#jack frost#rotg#oh and yes I’m making a golden age au with hijack#TEE HEE#I am very normal about him#unlike jack he doesn’t talk much#when he does it’s all twinkly and echo-y and just how you’d imagine starlight to sound like#can communicate like sandy with lil stardust pictures#oh and the sword is apparently like moon child tears#please correct me if i'm wrong#I love love William joyce’s sketchy style I wanted to mimic it#golden age au
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PHASES — LUKE HUGHES
luke hughes x fem!reader
summary: in which luke is pining for the girl he knows he’s destined to be with
notes: 4.3k words. this is a new style of writing for me and i truthfully don’t know about it but it felt right for this fic.
Luke Hughes knows a lot of things.
he knows hockey. he knows history. and he knows that in this moment, drunk on cheap beer and lip locked with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, she and he are destined to be together.
but life and love are never simple. drunken hookups between best friends don’t just automatically make them a couple. and no matter how badly he wants to scream that she should be with him, he knows he has to wait it out; give her time to come to the same realization that he did two years ago.
her back digs into the armrest of the battered couch, her legs draped across Luke’s own as his fingertips grip her upper thigh. their faces are drawn together, her hands tangled beautifully in his curls, pulling him closer toward her vodka soaked lips.
“Lukey,” his name rolls off her tongue like a whispered prayer, causing a singular beat to skip in his heart.
“what do you need, doll?”
“you.”
and her singular word is the driving force that brings Luke to his feet, her hand laced with his as he leads her to his bedroom. the people in his apartment cast away from his mind, only one person occupying that space.
her.
surely, Jack can handle the party that he threw, no one would miss Luke.
and that thought is what leads them to his room, their bodies pressed together in mere minutes. the next few hours spent tangled between cotton sheets. his feverish touch making her body shake, and her soft sounds causing an intense sensation of need within him.
hot breath mingles, their lips rarely straying from each others. sweat coated skin sticking together as they christen his bed for the umpteenth time. neither mind clear, they find solace and pleasure with her legs wrapped around his waist and his sloppy thrusts bringing them to the highest points.
and when they call it a night, Luke’s hand slamming the car door shut after she falls into the backseat of an uber, he falls back into the same spot he started the night.
waiting for fate to bring her home to him for the final time.
***
the restaurant feels suffocating, her dress itchy, causing her to wiggle uncomfortably in her chair.
her date doesn’t even seem to notice, rambling on once more about how cool it is that she works for the New Jersey Devils.
“i mean, you must get to be around the players all the time, right? how did you even get that job?” what was this one’s name? Carter? Carson? it started with a C, right?
“i went to University of Michigan. graduated a year early with a degree in sport management, and after working with the hockey team there, i was able to secure a spot working for the Devils.” she smiles, a weak timid thing that barely even reaches her cheeks, “but yeah, i do spend a lot of time around the players. kinda my job to get content of them, ya know?”
maybe-Carter chuckles, nodding his head, “so are you like, friends with any of them?”
‘oh, here we go’ she thinks.
“i went to school with Luke Hughes, he’s kind of my best friend.” it was an instinct really, an involuntary reaction; for a smile to creep across her lips when she talks about Luke, “but i can’t really say much about him or the guys, they’re people too and they deserve their privacy.”
“right, totally respect that,” he nods, his lips falling into a tight line, and she can’t help but notice that they aren’t as pillowy as Luke’s.
his lips don’t nearly look as comforting to kiss. and his curls; they don’t… curl the way Luke’s do. rather he has a head of tighter curls, unlike Luke’s unruly mess of loose curls and waves mingling together. his eyes aren’t the right color either, erring on the side of a blue closer to Jack’s; which makes a shiver run down her spine, discomfort settling within her.
“are you cold?” he asks, catching sight of the goosebumps that spread across her skin. he huffs a condescendingly toned laugh before continuing, “maybe you should’ve brought a jacket, restaurants run cold.”
that was where she drew the line. with his obnoxious attitude combined with his interest, which only peaked when discussing her job, y/n was surprised she lasted as long as she did.
and if the fact that he wasn’t similar enough to her best friend played a small part in her leaving? well, could she really be blamed?
after all, it was Luke’s fault.
it was Luke who made the first move his freshman year of college, both of them tipsy on drinks made by Dylan and his heavy hand with rum. it was Luke who made the sophomore girl fall for him two years ago. it was Luke who drunkenly tells her he loves her as he buries himself inside of her, knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge. and it was Luke who has her going on at least five dates a month, trying to force the Devils rookie out of her heart.
or at least, she blames it on Luke; because she couldn’t allow herself to admit that she fell in love with him of her own accord. she can’t allow herself to confess how quickly their drunken hookups turned into something more for her. and she certainly can’t dwell on the fact that she hasn’t put a stop to them. how could she? those are the only moments that she can let herself believe, even for a moment, that she could be his.
because despite how badly she wanted it, she could never be Luke’s. not in the way she wants to be. no matter how hard she tries, she can never find the words to express how much he means to her. how much she loves him.
*
Luke laid on the couch, the springs digging into his back uncomfortably.
“dude, we really need a new couch.” he huffs, “and why am i laying like this? i don’t think people actually lay down in therapy outside of tv shows.”
“shut up, i’m taking notes.” Luke’s eyes drift to his older brother, who occupies the space of the living room chair.
“notes on what? i haven’t even said anything!”
“you don’t need to. i’ve listened to you bitch and moan about y/n for two years, i’m writing what i can remember.” Jack explains, his brows furrowed in focus as his pen scribbles messily across the notepad on his lap.
“why did i let you talk me into this?” Luke rolls his eyes at his brothers antics.
“because you’re pussy-whipped and you’re playing like shit.” Jack looks up from the notepad, straightening his posture and settling his focus on Luke.
“is that a medical diagnosis?” Luke jokes, his brow raising as he chuckles.
“no, that’s brotherly criticism. you get that for free, courtesy of the nine months we each spent in mom’s womb.” Luke cringes at his brothers words, shaking his head.
“don’t talk about mom’s womb.”
“just speak, dude. what’s going on in that curly head of yours?”
Luke sighs, his eyes drifting towards the ceiling. his hands fiddle with the cellphone that lays on his stomach, impatiently waiting for the text that he knows will come through.
it’s 10pm on an off day, he knows she’s got a date tonight. he also knows how her date will end; soon enough she’ll be texting him a long paragraph about how men suck and asking him to remind her why she can’t become a nun.
“well, i told you, i know she and i are meant to be together. i can feel it.” Luke starts, quickly cut off by the familiar grating voice he’s known his entire life.
“yeah, yeah, you’re a simp. move on.”
“has anyone ever told you that you’d make a horrible therapist?” Luke questions, head turning once more toward his brother.
“i can’t say anyone has, no.”
“yeah? well then, i’ll be the first.” he glares, “stick to hockey.”
“just keep talking, Lukey.”
“i think it’s getting harder to wait for her.” Luke confesses, and it feels like a small weight has been lifted off his chest; progress.
“so you wanna move on?” Jack asks, his pen scrawling along the paper again.
“no!” Luke huffs, sitting up on the couch to turn towards his brother, who quickly strikes out whatever he just wrote down, “i’m just saying that- that this whole waiting game is fucking with my head. Phil said i had to wait it out. he told me not to pressure her. practice my patience and let her come to the realization on her own.
“but, what if it goes on too long? she’s always going on dates, what if she meets someone else? what if it takes her ten years to realize what i realized like a month after we met?! what if she gets married before she realizes?”
“too many ‘what if’s’, dude. you’re hurting my brain.” Jack groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Luke, already in an emotional spiral, rolls his eyes, “what brain?”
“hey! i’m trying to help you here! don’t insult me!” Jack stands up, notepad falling to the floor and his hands drawing to his hips as he glares at the rookie defenseman.
“well you’re not much help.”
“you want my advice? either keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.”
“i’m going to bed.” Luke grumbles, pushing past the shorter man to go to his room.
“don’t forget, no morning skate tomorrow!” Jack calls out as Luke’s door clicks shut.
as Luke strips down to his boxers, his phone lights up on his bed, vibrating amongst the cotton sheets. and as he sees her name flashing on the screen, butterflies flutter in his core, making him swallow harshly in attempt to stop them.
he doesn’t even get a word out after accepting the call, her voice filtering through the speaker, “men suck.”
“oh yeah?” Luke can’t help but laugh at the repetitive cycle, “tell me more. how do we suck?”
“you just do, okay?” her tone is biting before she takes a sobering breath, “all he wanted to talk about was the team. i could practically see the walls shut down around him once i told him i couldn’t dish out the hot goss on players.”
“i’m sorry, y/n.” he’s not sorry. not even a little.
“remind me why i can’t be a nun?” her voice is distant as she takes the phone away from her ear so that she can unlock her apartment door.
“no tiktok and no sex.” Luke echoes for what feels like the hundredth time.
“right.” she kicks off her shoes, bumping the door shut behind her as her cat darts around between her legs, rubbing against her nylon tights, “you ready for the game tomorrow?”
“yeah.” no.
“good. i’m gonna go eat my weight in ice cream and scroll tiktok. goodnight, Lukey. thanks for the reminder and for listening to me rant.”
“any time. goodnight.”
as Luke lays in bed, he falls asleep with Jack’s advice echoing in his head.
keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.
meanwhile, y/n slumps on her sofa, a pint of ben & jerry’s in her hand as she looks down at the little ball of black fur that’s taken up residence by her feet.
“have you ever been in love, Sir Nightingale?”
the cat blinks back at her, patiently waiting for her attention. which comes in the form of her fingernails scratching lazily under his chin.
“i have.” she continues the one sided conversation, “it fucking sucks. never fall in love.”
***
the game was an absolute shit show.
Luke had taken a shoddy penalty in the first period; for delay of game, out of all things. which lead to a power play goal by the opposing team and leaving the Devils down by two.
it was only about five minutes later that Luke got an assist on a goal of Jack’s, but ultimately, the game still ended six to two, not in the Devils favor. not only did the team get yelled at for their lack of adequate effort, but Luke was singled out for at least two turned over pucks, which lead to opposing team goals.
and to make a bad night even worse, when all was said and done and Luke was finally showered and ready to just go home and wallow in the loss, he left the locker room to find y/n chatting with one of the equipment managers, Ben.
her hair twirled around her finger as she laughed at something Ben said, a red flush on her cheeks. Luke felt deflated, to say the least.
it was always someone else.
never him. never Luke.
he felt overlooked, and perhaps even unnoticed. it was like she never even saw him as an option, only ever the object of her desires when they were both tipsy and horny and already together.
and yet the feeling was still there. settled low within his gut, he still knew; he’s the one for her. he knows. he’s fairly certain that deep down, she knows it too.
is it his age? it’s only a year’s difference, surely it doesn’t matter, right? it was something else. it had to be, but he truly didn’t know what.
“y/n.” his voice carries through the hallway, settling in her ears and catching her attention.
turning towards him with wide doe eyes and parted lips, she smiles, “hey!”
“am i still giving you a ride home?” Luke’s expression is stony, giving nothing of his feelings away. though, he can’t help the way his eyes gravitate to the man behind her, Luke’s blank stare making the man cower just slightly.
and Luke almost felt proud of that. almost.
“actually, i think Ben and i are gonna go for some drinks. i’ll catch up with you tomorrow, yeah?”
his shoulders slump, his posture crumpling the same way his heart did in his chest.
“yeah, see you tomorrow.”
Luke barely gets two steps closer to the arena exit before her voice calls out, stopping him in his tracks. her heels click against the floor as fast as she could move, before she pops up in his vision.
“you played good. a few mistakes are normal, it’s your first full season, the most games you’ve ever played,” her voice is gentle, her eyes peering up at him softly through her wispy lashes, “i’m proud of you. don’t be too hard on yourself, alright?”
her arms wrap around his torso before he can even respond, her face buried in the chest of his suit. and before his heart can reach a normal pace again, before he can wrap his arms around her in return, she’s pulling away.
with a wave of her hand and a small but awe-strikingly beautiful smile playing upon her lips, she’s walking away. back to Ben, who waits for her by the arena exit now.
and once more, Jack’s voice is back inside Luke’s head. driving him absolutely insane as he watches the love of his life walk out of the building, giggling at something another man said.
keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.
*
keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.
tell her how you feel.
tell her how you feel.
tell her how you feel.
“tell her how you feel.” Luke wakes with a startle, his head knocking against his brother’s, who was leaning over him.
Jack curses, hissing in pain as he holds a hand his forehead.
“what the fuck are you doing in my room?” Luke groans, voice groggy as he takes in his surroundings.
“i got up to take a piss and i could hear your phone blowing up all the way from the bathroom,” Jack explains, “shit, you have a bony ass head.”
“it’s called a skull. i know yours doesn’t house anything inside of it, but even i assumed you’d know what it is.”
Jack huffs, rolling his eyes. “ya know what? just for that, i take back my advice. fuck off and die alone, what do i care?”
“why were you giving me advice at-” Luke slides his phone off his nightstand, checking the time, “two in the morning?”
“she’s blowing up your phone.” Jack scowls, “something something men suck something something maybe being a nun is worth the no tiktok?”
Luke feels an odd sense of relief as he looks at his recent texts, finding exactly what Jack had described.
well, without the ‘something something’s.
“pretty sure you were saying her name in your sleep too,” Jack smirks, backing away towards the bedroom door, “tell her how you feel, dickhead. put you both out of your misery so i can get some sleep and not listen to your incessant whining.”
with that, Jack leaves, the wooden door clicking shut in its frame behind him.
reading through the texts, Luke gathers that she and Ben didn’t get very far into the night together, seeing as her messages were still legible, something drunk her could never accomplish.
the thought brings him an unnecessary amount of joy. but then he’s hit with an overwhelming sense of annoyance, remembering he’ll have to go through this process all over again soon.
truthfully, he doesn’t know how much more he can take. he’s not giving up on her, on the contrary, maybe Jack is right. maybe Phil couldn’t give advice for all women and maybe Luke should just stop waiting.
she wasn’t coming to a realization quick enough and honestly, Luke is fucking tired. tired of drunken hookups. tired of listening to her rant about failed dates and sucky guys. tired of being overlooked as an option. tired of his feelings going unnoticed.
the dial tone was ringing in his ear before Luke even realized that he had made a decision, like his hands were working on autopilot. like his heart knew what he would decide before his brain did.
“hey! did i wake you?” her words weren’t slurred, Luke noted. that’s good, she doesn’t even sound tipsy. she’s in a sound state of mind for his confession.
“no,” he shook his head, despite knowing she could see him, “well, yes but no? you didn’t wake me up but Jack did, he could hear my phone buzzing.”
“oh shit, i’m sorry! we can talk tomorrow if you wanna go back to sleep, i’m just about to-”
“i love you,” immediately, Luke is regretting this decision; the silence on the other end of the phone making him bite his lip in anxiety.
“what?” her voice cracks as she giggles, “Luke, are you drunk? did you drink before you went to bed?”
“no,” he groans out, his head dropping back in frustration, “i swear, i haven’t touched any alcohol tonight. just listen to me.”
“i’m always listening to you, Lukey.” her eyes widen as she sits on the edge of her plush bed, “i just don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“i love you,” he repeats, rolling his shoulders in attempt to psych himself back up before he takes a deep breath.
“i’m in love with you. i have been since freshman year. i think that somewhere deep down, you know just as much as i do, that you’re meant to be mine. and i’ve waited two years for you to realize it. i’ve been patient, i’ve held back, i’ve waited on the sidelines while you go out on dates and i’ve listened to you rant about men. and that’s no problem; when i’m done, if you decide you’re still not ready, i’ll continue to wait for you. because even if you’re not mine, i’m yours, y/n. but, i need to get this off my chest and i need you to know that i’m in love with you. my life isn’t complete without yours. and when you’re ready, i’ll be here waiting for you. i’ll always be here. when you’re ready for the drunk hookups to turn into sober love, i’m gonna be right here. because i think that’s our fate. i think that we were destined to find each other and i think we were meant to have this storyline in our love story, and i know that one day you’ll realize it too. you can tell me i’m insane, you can tell me you don’t feel the same, you can even tell me to fuck off, if that’s what you wanna do. i’ll back off, i won’t say another word, but i’ll still be waiting.”
y/n is silent, her hands shaking as she breathes through the tears that roll down her cheeks. in return, Luke is quiet too, patiently waiting for her to digest everything he just confessed. every built up feeling that he just let slip out of him.
“i love you too.” it feels like all the weight she’s been shouldering has been listed off of her with the utterance of those four simple words.
“you do?” he feels like he can’t breathe, like he’s just been knocked against the boards and his lungs forgot how to take in oxygen.
“yes. Luke, why do you think i go on those dates? have you not noticed that almost every guy i go out with resembles you? i didn’t know if you felt the same way, i didn’t know how to tell you how i felt without risking our entire friendship going up in flames. Luke, i’m so fucking in love with you and it hurt. for two years, i’ve reveled in our drunken moments because i thought that was all i’d ever get. i dreaded the day that you would meet someone and tell me it has to stop. i fell for you so hard and it was so scary and i just- i had to try and move on. i had to try and meet someone before ultimately, you did. because i knew that if you told me you met someone, and i was still in love with you? i would never recover from that, Luke. i wouldn’t. and now you’re saying this and i, god i feel so fucking stupidly in love with you. you don’t have to wait anymore, because i realized i love you a long time ago.”
Luke pushes out of his bed, any interest in sleep lost to him. pulling on a hoodie and an abandoned pair of sweatpants from his bedroom floor, he doesn’t even bother telling Jack that he’s leaving.
“god, i need to kiss you.” he slips on his nike slides, his fingers nimbly plucking his keys off the hook by the front door, and as quickly as he could manage, he was out of there.
“you can kiss me tomorrow, Lukey.” she smiles, finally rising from her bed to finish her nightly routine.
that is, until she hears a key turn in her front door. her eyebrows pull together as she wonders out of her room, greeted by sight of a disheveled Luke in her apartment doorway, who looks like he just ran down the stairs to get there.
hanging up the phone, she grins back at the tall boy.
“or i can kiss you now.” a playful smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he taking wide glides over to her.
his hands find her cheeks, his thumbs wiping gently over the supple, tear stained skin. the apartment is silent, their heartbeats racing as she gazes up at his beautiful eyes.
“or you can kiss me now.” she echoes, her words mumbled and low.
that’s the final straw, the confirmation Luke desperately needed, and finally, he allows his head to dip down. her lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of mint ice cream, and warmth spreads across his body, starting at his chest and almost blossoming across his body. Luke feels at home.
her hands desperately cling to his hoodie, as though he’ll disappear if she lets go, and his slide back to cup the nape of her neck. she has no desire to pull away, but her lungs spread with fire until she’s forced apart by the need to breathe.
“i love you.” she whispers, eyes closed as she rests her forehead against his own, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she bites back a lovelorn smile.
“i love you, sweet girl.”
“please don’t go back home. spend the night?” she finally opens her eyes, her head tipping back as he straightens up.
a pink hue glows upon his cheeks, and she can’t resist letting the backs of her fingers gently graze over the heated skin.
“not going anywhere, baby. staying right here.” his lips brush against her forehead, leaving a fleeting kiss in their wake and making her heartbeat flutter within her rib cage.
it feels right, the way they go about a new bed time routine. luke’s arms wrapped around her waist as she brushes her teeth, his eyes boring into her reflection. her head on his chest as they fall asleep, his alarm on for them to wake up for morning skate, together.
and if they were holding hands when they walked into the rink, if they were a cheesy couple who kissed before he entered the locker room, if his smile was a bit too wide in the tiktok she filmed for the Devils socials, if she chose the question ‘do you believe in fate?’ solely because of him, could they really be blamed?
#luke hughes#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes imagine#luke hughes fic#luke hughes blurb#nj devils#nhl fic#nhl imagine#faithlynn’s writings <3
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NSFW alphabet
note: first time doing something like this, hope you like it
warning: obviously nsfw content, smut...
a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
After sex, Charles places feather kisses all over you
He loves to hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep
He loves to clean you and if you’re going to sleep, he brushes your hair and braids your hair because he knows you don’t like to sleep with your hair down
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Charles loves your legs
The moment he saw them, he knew he was a goner
He loves to leave a trail of kisses and hear the sounds you make when he does so
His favorite part of his body is his arms and hands
He loves how you get so excited every time you see him flexing his arms
Or how you grab onto his arms when he’s pounding into you
c = cum (anything to do with cum basically)
He loves to cum in you, that’s a fact
But also loves when you make him cum in your mouth
Seeing you lick your lips clean and swallow him, that truly turns him on again
He also adores to make you cum with your fingers and then put his fingers in your mouth so you can taste yourself
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He never told you (and doesn’t plan on) but he thinks you’re so hot when you speak French
Not being your first language, he just loves how it rolls of your tongue
He would LOVE to do it on a plane
He never did it but he loves the idea, but you’re always with people on the plane, whether it’s going to races or holidays
He hopes to one day join the mile high club
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Unlike what most people think, charles isn’t even that experienced
He had long term girlfriends so he was never really with a lot of people
But he DOES know what he’s doing
He knows exactly when and what do to in order to make you go crazy
f = favorite position (goes without saying)
Charles loves to see the faces you make when he makes you feel good
So he loves missionary
This way he can just whisper dirty things near your ears easily
Also, when he’s tired from his workouts or races, he woman on top or cowgirl
Where he can just lay down, and watch you take care of him
He enjoys watching you place your hands on his chest
This way he’s also able to grab your boobs while you’re riding him
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Sometimes he says things in English that don’t mean what he think it does, that causes a laugh between the two of you
But usually he’s more serious and calm, determined to make you feel good
He also likes to think of himself as a romantic, so he doesn’t want to ruin the atmosphere between the two of you
h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Charles is well groomed, he likes to be trimmed but not completely bald
He also loves to make sure you’re comfortable with the length of his hairs and takes your suggestions into consideration
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Charles is a romantic
He absolutely loves to kiss you, always
There isn’t one single time you have sex where he doesn’t kiss all of you
One time, he was trying to be so romantic he filled the room with roses and candles and even played soft romantic music in the background
That was definitely the best sex you two ever had
It was just so intimate and romantic
He loves to stop and look into your eyes, brushing a stray of hair behind your hear
j = jack off (masturbation)
When he’s away for too long and you cant join him in races he masturbates
But when he’s at home, you both satisfy each other pretty much, so he doesn’t need it
Sometimes you end up facetiming when he’s away, and you both get at it together
k= kink (one or more of their kinks)
C’mon, the man talks about having kids all the damn time, he obviously has a breeding kink
He loves to cum in you
And fuck his cum back into you with his fingers, obviously with your permission
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
He loves the bedroom, it’s basic, but he loves it
There no one will interrupt you guys and he loves to know that
Also loves the car
Like, it’s so impractical but he loves it
Going for a midnight drive and stop where no one can see you
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Lingerie, RED lingerie
He absolutely loses his mind, seeing him in ‘his’ color
And when you say you bought it just for him, because it’s his color
Also, seeing you wear a Ferrari shirt to sleep, and noting underneath, except but some panties
After seeing you spend an afternoon with kids, whether it’s his cousins or yours
When you get home that night, he’s definitely gonna make love to you until the sun rises, whispering how much you would be a good mom, and that you would look so good pregnant
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that would hurt you or leave bruises.
He just isn’t into that.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He goes down on you a lot and he’s extremely good at that.
He prides himself in knowing he can make you cum from just his tongue.
He also likes when you go down on him, but prefers to be inside you so he prefers to go down on you
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It really depends on the mood.
Sometimes after a bad race, you tell him to take it out on you and he’s rougher and fast
But on those days where he’s all romantic he slow and sensual and wants to make it last as long as he can
Also, depending on your mood as well, if you had a bad day, you might want it fast but if you’re feeling emotional he’ll be super soft and slow with you
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Likes them but doesn’t want to make a habit out of it
Like sometimes in the middle of the night if he wakes up hard, you’ll have a quickie.
Or after a race, just before interviews
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Depends if you ask for something, he’ll think about it
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He HAS stamina
A bunch of it, don’t know if it’s from training or anything like that
But he can go on and on and ON
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He knows you own a little toy for when he’s away
He’s ok with it, but he doesn’t like that you use it when he’s home
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
He LOVES to tease, he can do it for hours
But after he does it, you make sure to punish him, teasing him as well
And you like to tease him on your own as well, wearing a backless dress with a huge slit on your leg and then beg him to let him come
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He can get loud
But he loves to make you go crazy at the point you nearly have to yell
He groans loudly a lot
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
You were laying in bed in the middle of the night, peacefully sleeping when charles wrapped his arm around you and woke you up with soft kisses on your neck
“I need you” he said “like physically need you”
He pressed his body onto you and you could feel his hard cock against you
“ok, love” you said and within seconds felt him push himself inside of you
“let’s just stay like this” you nodded and drifted off to sleep again and so he did
And in the morning, you did it properly but for that night, you just stayed like that the whole time
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s definitely large, bit in girth and length
But more in girth than length
The first time you gave him a blow job you were scared you couldn’t do well because of his size
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
You had sex a few times a week, not every day but certainly not a low sex drive
There was one time where you went on a holiday week just the two of you and had sex every single night until the sunrise
z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he loves aftercare so he makes sure you feel loved and valued before he’s ready to fall asleep, but he usually likes to watch you fall asleep first
But you drift off pretty quickly so it’s okay
#charles leclerc x reader#taurussbabe#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x y/n#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc x female reader#charles leclerc#charles leclerc drabble#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc smut
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An Unlikely Duo
Request by ✨ anon: Can I perhaps get a Ghost x GN!Reader, where reader got transferred to TF 141 and has two personalities? Like cold and badass on the battlefield and super friendly and chirpy back at base. So Reader, on day 1, already sees Ghost as a best friend and she loves hugs, so she decides to hug him after a missions success and leaves him frozen and a blushing mess?
Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1,310
Notes:
Big thanks to my ✨ anon for requesting this. I enjoyed writing it! Hope I did well on my first request!
Fluff (the platonic kind)
Want more?
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You walk behind him, holding a container filled with freshly washed strawberries. His strides are long and confident, making it hard for you to keep up with him as you walk to the truck.
“Would you like a strawberry?” You ask, extending the container to him, but he ignores you and quickens his pace.
You try to catch your breath as you follow him, but it’s difficult. Whenever you think you’re closing the gap, he increases his speed and pulls away again. You break into a light jog to stay close.
“So, I presume... you’re not... a strawberry fan?” You ask, out of breath. Instead of responding, he lets out a dismissive “tsk” and continues walking.
“Why don’t you like str-”
“Get that damn thing away from me and keep moving,” he says as he pushes your hand away. “We have work to do; no time for strawberries.”
You come to a complete halt. “With all due respect, Lieutenant, strawberries are-”
“Just get in the damn car,” he orders, opening the back door and gesturing for you to get inside.
It’s your first day as the newest member of Task Force 141, and the base already feels like a powder keg. But that doesn’t bother you; you’re excited to be a part of such an elite team and contribute as much as possible to future missions. Soap and Gaz were surprised but amused by your cheerful personality when they met you this morning. However, not everyone on the team seems to be on the same page; Ghost was less than impressed. He sized you up from head to toe, looking for any sign that you were ready for the mission. But, instead of finding comfort, he was met by your cheery attitude and endless questions about his fruit preferences.
“What is this, Captain?” He grumbled at Price, “I asked for an explosives specialist, not a fucking Jack Russell.”
“Laswell swears by their abilities,” Price reassured him, “just give ’em a chance, brother...”
Despite his trust in the captain, Ghost remained skeptical. Was it the way you expressively waved your hands while speaking? Was it because you couldn’t stop talking about strawberries? Was it because you couldn’t stop talking in general? Whatever the reason, Ghost was clearly not on board.
He has the same attitude as he sits across from you in the truck, driving to your assigned mission. It’s a look of concern and contempt. as if he can’t believe what fate has brought him this time—like he’s been dealt bad cards yet again.
But that’s okay; you’re used to feeling like an outcast, and you’re not going to let that get in the way of this mission’s success.
“Yo, Lt.?” You ask excitedly, attempting to break the ice by pulling a purple star-shaped charm from your pocket, “Do you like it?”
He looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “You look like you just got out of a toy store.” He comments flatly.
“That wasn’t my question, sir,” you say wryly, “and if that’s the case, then you look like you just got back from trick-or-treating.” You smile and attach the charm to your assault rifle.
“Take that off this instance,” he says, “I won’t let you and your sparkles hinder our position.”
“Okay, first of all, they’re not sparkles—they’re sequins,” you say, waving your gun around so he can see the charm, “and second, they won’t even see it when they’re dead.”
“Stop talking.” He sighs.
“I’m conversing, not talking.”
“Then stop conversing.”
“Like, who doesn’t like strawberries?” you ask, lowering your voice.
“I told you to stop.”
“And sequins are pretty cool, man.” You mutter to yourself as you cross your hands over your chest.
“Shut it and put your helmet on; we’re almost there,” Ghost says sternly.
You fall silent as you gaze out the window at the passing scenery. The tension in the truck is intense, but you refuse to let it get to you. Instead, you take a deep breath and relax.
As the truck comes to a stop, Ghost explains the goal of the mission: get to the door where the valuable information is stored and collect as much intel as possible. After his brief rundown, you quickly exit the vehicle and assume position. It’s game time, and you’re determined to prove to everyone what you’re capable of.
You move fluidly through the environment, using your firearms, knives, and bare hands with precision to take out any targets that come your way. You are agile and swift, never staying in one place for too long and using your surroundings to your advantage. He takes quick glimpses at you every now and then to check if you are okay. He seems impressed yet wary; as if he’s testing you to see if you’re up for the challenge, yet careful enough to not put you in danger. As you work through the guarded area, you keep calm and focus on the task, finally reaching the steel-framed door. However, the door remains unyielding despite using military-grade hammers and refuses to budge.
You turn towards Ghost to plan your next move when you notice an enemy approaching him from behind.
“Get down, Lt.!” You yell and throw a knife at the enemy. The lieutenant is stunned but quickly regains his composure. He turns to thank you, but you cut him off.
“This isn’t a playground, Lt.; I don’t need a babysitter, and I certainly won’t become yours.” You firmly tell him as you push him aside and place the purple star-shaped charm on the door’s lock. “Step back,” you order.
Ghost looks at you, puzzled.” What is-”
“You must learn when it’s the right time for chit-chat and when to listen to the specialist, sir; please take a step back.” You repeat, and he follows your instructions.
With everyone clear of the area, you pull the cord and duck for cover. Five seconds later, your bomb detonates, blasting open the door and granting you access to the information inside. You quickly survey the room and pinpoint the location of the vital information. You approach it with calculated precision, relying on your training and experience to predict potential threats. The room is full of guards, but you’re prepared for them; you take them out, using your weapons with deadly accuracy. The intel is kept in a secure case, and you begin working on cracking it open. You have a special tool for the job, and the lock gives way in seconds. You open the case and extract the valuable information.
After a quick glance at the documents, you are pleased to see that it is exactly what you were hoping for. Ghost calls for backup to secure the scene, collect the documents, and transport them back to the base. As he completes his orders, he turns to the team for a debriefing, but instead is met by the old, cheerful you.
“LT., WE DID IT!” You yell and leap onto Ghost, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. He freezes and raises his hands as if he’s been arrested for a crime.
“Get off me,” he orders with an unusually high-pitched voice.
“No, you deserve it.” You object and proceed to pat him on the back.
“I did nothing wrong to deserve this, soldier; get your fucking ha-”
“Shhh, Lieutenant.” You cut him off by putting your hand over his mouth to silence him. “You must feel the hug.”
“I said-”
“They’re right, Ghost,” Soap interrupts him with a sinister grin, “you must feel the hug.”
“Yeah, listen to the specialist, sir,” Gaz adds, trying hard not to laugh.
Ghost looks at Price for help, who has a satisfied smirk on his face. The captain turns to Ghost and mouths an inaudible “told you so,” establishing you as a valuable member of their team from now on.
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#simon ghost riley x gn!reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#call of duty#modern warfare 2#cod mwii#✨ anon#simon riley#cod mw2#cod ghost
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I am haunted by visions of Vox with a capable assistant who doms him after hours. The role reversal of guy thinking he can fuck his secretary but she turns the tables and fucks him has me sweating
I got inspired by a turn of phrase that would might have been popular a little bit before Vox’s time “his girl, Friday”
Basically a “girl Friday” was a term used for a woman in the office who acted as a jack of all trades and was good at doing a bunch of different jobs. This person was usually very capable and the office’s go-to-girl for anything and everything
So I keep imagining Vox with this hyper-competent assistant. He hires her and after becoming familiar with the company, she manages to handle things before he even asks her to do them. He decides to try and rattle her a bit with impossible tasks to knock her down a peg, but she takes that as a challenge and somehow completes them with a smarmy “will that be all,sir”
Game on. He keeps challenging her and asking for crazier shit just to prove that she can be shaken. She doesn’t even flinch, it’s a little intimidating and bruises his ego
Eventually he’s working late (which means she’s working late because somehow their work ethics are equally insane) and he starts being all snide and pissy and she just puts him in his place, insulting his behavior and his temper and physically backs him into his desk before telling him that he needs to be taught proper manners
And from then on, by day she’s Vox’s right hand who never leaves his side. But by night she bends her boss over his desk or presses him into his office chair, making him whimper and moan as she teaches him a lesson and berates him
So yeah, boss tries to dominate assistant but she effortlessly reverses their roles and makes him cry “Yes, ma’am!”
People think he’s tapping his assistant but whenever comments are made they share a look and Vox just thinks “they can’t ever know that I call you Mommy”
So the other day, I posted about wanting to do a human Vox au but lacking ideas, and one of the comments was involving an assistant x boss type deal. I don’t know if this ask is unrelated or directly caused by that post, but it gives me lots of ideas for a more specific au involving human Vox.
Anyways, since it wasn’t specified, i’ll keep the alive or dead details pretty vague. When I tell you this idea has been rotting in my brain all day, I fucking mean it.
Like this is genuinely about to get me out of writers block oh my fucking god. “His girl, friday” is a term i’ve never heard before but it’s so fitting with this. I love the go-getter incredibly efficient reader so much.
And god, it would bother Vox to an ungodly point. Because being in close quarters a lot, you being his assistant, of course he picks up on your efficiency. It makes him a little insecure because you honestly get things done quicker than he could.
So after throwing everything he can at you to knock you overboard your parade of orderliness, and you doing it all absolutely flawlessly, he can’t help but throw one of his tantrums.
Coming to him at the the end of the day, explaining you did everything he’d asked, and went beyond, closed multiple business deals for him, and got the inside information on upcoming possible marketing events. He should be happy, this objectively helps his business. But instead, he sits at his desk, watching you from across the room, before absolutely exploding.
I mean, you do his jobs better than he does. And he goes on a huge rant about how he doesn’t believe this, and how you must have absolutely no life, and basically degrading and insulting you for doing your job correctly.
And then yes, you yell at him, practically daring him to fire you. He won’t, you’re too much of an asset. You’re basically untouchable. So with that, you yell back, but unlike Vox who erupted with rage, you keep yourself as level headed as possible while talking sternly. Make even talking to him condescending as of talking to a child, explaining how it’s absolutely unbelievable he’s throwing a fit over good work ethic, and how he’d have to be out of his mind to pout about something so beneficial for Voxtech.
Going on and on about how his competitive, aggressive, targeting work behavior is unacceptable and pathetic… and now you have him back up against his desk, his sneer turning into a look of astonishment.
And then his eyes dart down, heat rising to his cheeks, and you notice the bulge in his pants. At first, you go silent, but then tease him with “You want me to take care of that too? Or will you yell at me for being too good at my job.”
Well, then he’s mad again. Probably definitely a struggle for power the first time you fuck. Yes, he tries to dom you, and fails because jesus, he really was pathetic. But you have him lied back in his chair, pinning his wrists down to either side of him, while you ride his dick into overstimulation. But he’s trying to keep quiet so no one else is the office hears his whimpers and whines.
But when he gets too loud, simply remind him that you’ll have to stop and he responds with a watery, whimper of “Y-yes ma’am.”
Now, fridays are dedicated to his girl, friday. Coincidentally, you’re both working late on those days, and even more coincidentally, you have business in his office.
That business being bending Vox over his desk until he has to cover his pathetic sobs with his hand so a janitor doesn’t hear him crying for his mommy.
Anyways, I’m almost done. I think this specifically appeals to me in a human Vox au sense because i’m hell, a work place of hell wouldn’t be particularly normalized, but it’s hell so it’s absolutely not frowned upon. He’d probably get teased about it at best, and literally a high five for tapping that. But in a human au, the stakes are much higher because there’s an actual sense of ethics and morals in business.
Also in the fifties, do you even know how taboo it would be for a boss to not only be sleeping with his assistant, but getting dominated by her every night???? I dunno.
Oh and the toxic masculinity of it all because it’s the 1950s and without being exposed to the normalization of kinks in hell, it would be so hard to break this brat down. Obviously not impossible, it’s Vox. But so much more irritating.
However, i’m hesitant to actually do a human au literally because of the silly picture I always put at the beginning. Because like I have such a specific image of what he looks like in my head (the @//notherpuppet human design) but… I don’t want to have to DM an artist and be like “Hey! love the art, can I use it for my dom reader power dynamic assistant x boss Vox x reader human au fic 😁😁😁🙏🙏” LIKE GANG I CANNOT.
Anyways, this wasn’t proofread, rant over, bimbo out.
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel smut#dom reader#vox x reader#inbox open#sub vox
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I just want good angst about Bruce desperately trying to parent Tim but realizing he fucked it up
or Bruce realizing he kinda sees tim as a father figure in a weird way
or the bats all realizing how Tim’s been forced to mature quickly so he can take care of them, and he won’t stop trying to be the adult in situations even after the bats try to make it so he doesn’t have to
There are a few fics out there that center around Tim and Bruce's relationship after Bruce realizes how bad he treated Tim. "Grudge (I hold none)" by reinersbigtits. "Just How Much I Love You" by sElkieNight60. Honestly, a bunch of sElkieNight60 fics have Bruce trying to be a better parent. Their fic "Redraw Our Expectations" showcases Bruce trying to parent Tim and the teen finds that strange, weird, and restrictive. They chat about it.
I sadly haven't seen any fics where Bruce considers Tim to be his father. I have seen a few that describe Tim as his closest confidant or mental support, but none about the father hc/au :(
If you want some quick angst about Bruce seeing Tim as a father figure, here's an idea:
Bruce is ruminating on his kids. As he's going through his mental list of the kids (perhaps trying to remember where they all are), he realizes that it's an effort to add Tim to that list. At first, Bruce clocks it as the older man being a horrible parent to Tim or needing more time with his son. Bruce wants to fix this and sets out to do so. He tracks down Tim to spend some time with him.
Halfway through the hangout, Bruce starts to relax. They are both having a good time, chatting and laughing. It only changes when he notices Tim's subtle nods, his slight mannerisms that encourage Bruce to keep talking, and the scrunch at the corner of Tim's eyes that indicate he's proud. It's an errant thought of the older man, but one that rapidly changes his worldview.
Tim acts like Alfred.
Tim acts like a father to Bruce.
Tim has always acted like a father to Bruce.
What has Bruce done?
The comment about Tim continuing to be the "adult" or "mature one" in the situation because that's all he's known hurts. If you add that hc to the one where Tim is constantly told to "be the bigger person" when it comes to being insulted by his traumatized family members, that's painful.
Alright, let's build on this hc/au. I'm going to use subtle canon background clues to create a probable psychological assessment on Tim's behaviors. The reasonings are all hc.
Tim was emotionally neglected and abused by his parents (not nearly to the extent of fanon and his parents did love him, but that doesn't change their emotional distance or the harm Jack did after his coma). One could hc that, due to the limited time he spent with them before they left again, Tim tried to keep the peace when they were there. He wanted to spend the time with his parents not fighting, even if that meant choking down his own emotions/needs, placating his parents, and overall keeping a pleasant demeanor around them regardless of passive aggressive insults (looking at Jack here).
If his parents had marital issues, like fighting and insulting each other in front of Tim, the child might have tried to mend their fights and solve their issues in order to spend more time with happy parents. It's a helpful behavior that could've been praised by Jack and Janet, leading to Tim continuously uptaking a mediator role.
This would morph into a people pleasing attitude that heavily clashed with Tim's independence and lack of authority in his life. This is what enables him to be suited for kicking a depressed, angry Bruce into his healing arc (enables, but doesn't excuse Bruce's reliance on a child nor condone it). Tim would probably insert himself into Dick and Bruce's relationship.
Unlike his parents, Dick and Bruce probably weren't happy an unrelated kid was mediating their relationship or getting in the middle of their arguments. Because of their contant rejection to Tim's efforts, the kid's behavior could morph into a more subtle and subterfuge manner. This comes in handy when Jason and Damian come around (because they for sure would not listen to Tim's advice).
Tim, because he's spent his entire life managing other people's emotions for them, would understand where Damian and Jason are coming from as they hurt him. It is painful, and he may hold some resentment towards them (and a frozen anger), but he's used to yanking back his emotions and shoving them into an overfilled box. That's the easy part.
What's burdensome for him is the family. After realizing the lengths Tim goes to in order to ensure their bonds stay strong, they keep pressuring Tim to release some of his responsibilities. They want the relationships to be more equal.
Tim can't, though. If he lets go of his tight grip on holding the family together, he'll have to face that box of emotions he shoved down. He'll have to work through all the pain, anger, betrayal, grief, and desolation all of his family members gave him. If he accepts that he shouldn't be taking on so much emotional labor, he would have to face that he shouldn't have been subjected to so much abuse (from the Drakes or the Waynes).
Tim can't do that without falling apart.
He can't keep his hold on the family's support beams either.
It's not healthy nor productive for Tim to keep his position. Without releasing the pressure from his back, Tim will collapse and take the Waynes with him. He's too scared to let go, though. Will he survive the break? Will he have a place with the Waynes if he's not holding them up?
#dc comics#dc universe#tim drake#dc au#dc hcs#thank you for the ask!!!!#tim drake angst#the parentification of tim drake#psychological profiles on characters are fun and i should do them more often
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cowboys like us
Bull Rider!Din Djarin x F!Reader x Bronco Rider!Jack Daniels
summary: one cowboy is already a challenge, but two is either going to be your best blessing or worst curse
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, modern rodeo cowboys AU, Din is still a papa and has his baby, light discussion of the rodeo and events, light angst & miscommunication with eventual resolution, Jack & his sweet talk with calling reader ‘baby, honey, sugar,” bar scene with moments of drinking, heavy making out, intense grinding & dry humping, spicy moments, M/M/F & M/M dynamics, polyamorous exploration that leads to eventual poly relationship
word count: 5.9k
a/n: welcome to the first fic of the ‘Let’s Rodeo’ series! I know, I know, this is such a strange combo & AU but I’m such a sucker for cowboy Din and of course Jack decided to barge in and here we are lol, the biggest and deepest thank you’s go to @perotovar @lowlights @nothoughtsjustmeds & @beskarandblasters - this wouldn’t be here without y’all and I’m so eternally grateful…and to you if you’re reading this thank you so much
You wonder if maybe you’ve unknowingly slipped into a strange country song and not realized it.
Popcorn litters the floor all around. The plastic arena seat is a bit uncomfortable. A drunk woman behind you almost spilled beer on you but apologized profusely. There are more cowboy hats here than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
But as you sit in this strange existence a voice over the loudspeaker comes and sparks up your soul. As the announcer’s voice booms, loud screams swallow up the air of the stadium.
You spot him already climbing onto the bronco and your heart jumps into your throat.
“The man smooth as whiskey!” The announcer screams clear and booming with an accented southern pride.
“Give it up for Jack Daniels!”
Shrill shrieks erupt fanatically loud as if the place now morphes into a boy band concert instead of a rodeo competition.
That is until the alarm sounds. The chute opens, and the ride begins.
Focusing on Jack is chaotic. The bronco bucks frenzied trying to throw the cowboy off with a wild strength. His black Stetson hat goes flying and your stomach drops at how rapidly his body whips around. Back and forth, back and forth, he tries holding on with simply one hand.
It’s terrifying. It’s hypnotic.
Then it’s over fast.
The beautiful horse flings off Jack and he lands on the dirt. You clutch the edge of your plastic seat. The horse continues bucking and your mind rushes to the worst case scenario of the creature’s strong might rearing down on Jack.
Then the cowboy springs up like nothing.
A smile even illuminates his handsome face and it ignites the crowd into a gleeful roar.
You don’t even know if he did good. You barely understand the point system or average or whatever it is.
The horse thankfully settles and Jack struts away effortless.
Suddenly Jack’s salt of the earth eyes flick up. He scans the crowd until his gaze lands on you.
The seat you’re in sits close to the edge of the arena, on the floor just right outside the ring.
Then, with all the confidence of a man whose job it is to ride a bucking bronco, Jack blows you a kiss.
The drunk woman behind you along with her friends scream their heads off thinking he blew the kiss to them. Maybe he did. He’s a damn flirt. You even glance backward to see one of the girls, very drunk, tries to calm herself down from freaking out.
Jack now walks heads to the side to exit. His eyes however stay glued to you. And the minute you turn back to stare at him…he winks.
Then he vanishes.
This cowboy might be this event’s closer, but this isn’t the end of the rodeo for you. The incoming bull rides shift the air. It’s considered another heavy hitter main event and the anticipation bubbles.
Unlike Jack, who arrives like a firecracker ready to brighten up any room he enters, this cowboy emerges like a shadow.
Keeping his head down, it doesn’t help that a protective mask covers his handsome face. However, the energy radiating off the cowboy’s deadly focus composure is like a quiet storm on the horizon.
He stays silent, doesn’t even lift his eyes up, almost in a focused trance.
“Mr. Silent and Deadly himself… Din Djarin!” The announcers boom out his name.
Then you watch as the man becomes a myth, one who tames a wild force of nature.
Din and bull fly out of the chute with a choking force.
In the same way your breath stopped watching Jack getting bucked around, the same dizzying panic fills you as Din battles the same force.
He stubbornly stays on, rides as the bull thrashes around. You wonder if this is where some mythologies stem from because it is something unreal watching this man move with this powerful creature.
The crowd hoots and hollers cheering Din on. You stay petrified in your seat.
Then the ride finishes fast.
Din flies off the bull and your breathing stops. Rapidly the trainers along with other cowboys scramble to settle the bull and check on Din. The bull rider casually rises up unbothered, unshaken, and the crowd goes wild.
You exhale a loud shaken sigh of relief. Your body feels like jello, as if fear has finally been exorcized from your body leaving you a boneless mess.
Suddenly Din rips the guard mask off and all attention falls to him. Sweat adds a shine to his face and his hair is a tousled mess but he’s never looked more gorgeous.
“What the fuck?! Dude, he’s hot too?!” Someone squawks out.
The ladies sitting behind you of course notice Din and squeal out feverishly. Unlike Jack, an actual peacock who owns the crowd basking in the attention, Din’s face stays lowered with his eyes averted shyly.
Until his dark eyes suddenly flicker up, like a viper peering out from a cave. His eyes find you surprisingly fast.
You and him simply stare at each other. Then so quickly Din averts his eyes away again and heads off.
The shakiest exhale leaves you.
Your heartbeat drums loud in your ears as if you were the one who just finished the wild rides. And maybe you did in your own way.
“Oh my fucking god!” Behind you one of the girls screams. “So many hot cowboys! Like, how the fuck do you pick just one?!”
Alcohol drenches her playful words. However, to you they become barbed and catch on your heart. Because how do you pick between two handsome cowboys different as day and night.
“Babe!” One of the girls giggles. “That’s the secret, you don’t pick just one! You have ‘em all!”
She howls a wild laugh and the others scream scandalized but gleeful. One of them even jokingly says ‘so you gotta catch ‘em all like pokemon!’ which almost makes you laugh.
But the words hang in your heart like a rusting anchor.
Grabbing your bag, you head out. Arriving at the backstage area of the arena, you flash the visitor’s access pass to security who lets you through. You’ve only done this a few times before but your heart still races getting this type of entrance.
Earlier today Din said he’d wait for you after in the small rest waiting room. When you open the door, you stumble upon a sight.
Jack's hand firmly holding Din’s face -
As the two men passionately kiss each other.
Jack’s taller than Din, slightly, not by much. Din’s build however is firmer, solid, compared to Jack’s sleek stature.
Immediately they both break away from each other as if electrocuted.
Din and Jack’s eyes catch sight of you and their faces fall. Din whispers your name out while Jack stays silent.
Reality rams into you like a released wild bull.
Because you realize you’ve interrupted them. You're barging in, an actual third wheel.
You want to move, want to say something. But you can’t even imagine what. It clicks that you read this whole situation wrong. Maybe neither of them actually held feelings for you.
A sudden loud knock on the wall makes you and the cowboys practically jump.
One of the event announcers pops his head in casually.
“Hey sorry, but you’re needed out back Djarin.” He says to Din then leaves.
Even with the surprise arrival and then departure, the thick tension doesn’t leave the air. If anything it’s caused a strange vacuum to form.
Jack now breathes out your name hesitantly. Yet, his eyebrows are furrowed hard, concerned and upset. Din’s dark eyes shine so visibly soaked with worry.
Before you can even say anything one of Jack’s main coaches and manager, Champ, waltzes in. He’s a striking presence that draws all the focuses to him
Champ whistles loud. “Who died in here?”
No one says a word.
“Alrighty then,” Champ shrugs, not wanting to dive into whatever he senses.
“Daniels come on,” he urges. “I ain’t waiting anymore. They’re probably waiting for you too Dinny.”
Champ’s nickname for Din, which Din himself detests, makes you smirk and brightens your spirit for a moment.
But the awful tension stays sticking to your skin allowing a poison to seep in.
“Hey there, sweet pea.” Champ nods his head acknowledging you. With a weak smile you nod back.
You politely excuse yourself and leave.
The walk out of the arena is the longest of your life.
Everything you just saw flashes through your mind a rapid flip picture book. You can process what you saw but can’t fully grasp it.
Even outside, the roar of the rodeo swirls around even in you.
You might have wandered into a country song earlier but you didn’t realize it was going to be a heartbreak one.
You met Din first in a grocery store parking lot.
It had been a total accident. Literally. You had gotten into a small fender bender with him in the parking lot of a grocery store.
He drove the oldest silver Honda Civic ever still existing and still can’t believe it didn’t even manage to take a hit. You were also horrified when you saw there was a baby sleeping away in the car.
Yet the entire time Din was so kind and concerned about your wellbeing.
You didn’t realize it then, but that shy and very handsome scruffy man with his ancient Honda Civic would change the orbit of your life.
Because that day you accidentally collided with a cowboy, it opened your world like a vast desert horizon.
Jack arrived soon after.
If Din was the soft daybreak, then Jack came in like a dust devil.
Though they competed in two different categories, you discovered many rodeo circuits crossed paths.
When you went to visit Din months ago at the ranch housing many of the cowboys for training, that’s when you first met Jack.
He walked straight up to you and asked if you were lost because he was concerned heaven was missing an angel.
He hasn’t shut his mouth since.
Before it was simply you and Din. But Jack is a force that seems to barge his way in like the wild broncos he rode.
He is shameless in flirting. He often playfully touches yours and Din’s cheeks often, or casually drapes himself over you or his fellow cowboy.
Din on the other hand is quietly sweet. He routinely sends you photos of the sunrises of all the cities he travels to.
So opposite, they almost are like the sun and moon.
You began caring for them fiercely and fell so fast.
But now, you contemplate if you simply played yourself a fool becoming your own rodeo clown.
All the ideas, all the heavy conflict of having to pick between the two of them, taste bitter on your tongue. You take a long swing of your drink to hopefully wash it away. It doesn’t.
Din texted you asking to please meet him here at this bar near the secondary training arena and now you wait.
It’s lively tonight. Even after being thrown into the world of cowboys, or rodeo circuits, sitting in the honky tonk bar feels as if you’re on another planet. The music thankfully has a nice beat so you enjoy the song playing.
Someone slides in besides you, not even sitting on the bar stool.
“You seem lonely.” The voice of a stranger.
Besides you, a lanky college freshman looking guy leans against the bar staring at you.
“Just waiting for a friend.” You politely answer.
“Well, maybe you’d like some company waiting?”
You’re about to decline when a looming presence arrives at your back.
“Sorry there buckaroo, but this lovely peach is taken for the night.”
Jack’s smooth voice rings out and shocks your system.
The stranger’s face drops comedically fast and the punk scrambles away without another word.
You turn around and it isn't just Jack behind you but Din is as well.
Jack wears his black cowboy hat and you’re surprised to see Din in one as well. He rarely wears his Stetson but it transforms him.
In typical western, the dark midnight cowboy hats are that of the outlaws, the bandits. One of Din’s managers, an older man named Cobb Vanth, once told you that.
And maybe these two are.
Yet, even as bandits, they stand before you like two country romance song dreams. The kaleidoscopic lights dance and radiate off them.
Din mutters your name with hesitation swirling in his eyes.
Panic prickles against your skin. You’re not ready yet.
So you turn to the bartender and order three rounds.
“Honeypie, we gotta talk.” Jack says low, strikingly somber.
Shaking your head, you swallow hard. “Not now. I just…can we just please…just wait for a moment.”
Please let’s just enjoy this false dream a little longer, is what your heart whispers out.
“Of course.” Din mutters and they both move to sit on either side of you, a sort of barricade you’re already missing.
The drinks come and in a nervous quiet move you and the cowboys cling your glasses together. Everyone tosses the shot back. The tequila burns and helps slightly.
You decide if this a goodbye to this dream, you want to at least enjoy it a bit tipsy. So you order another round.
“Careful.” Din urges, ever the cautious one.
“Come on.” You now perk up. “You two both scored high yesterday! We gotta celebrate.”
Which is true. Even with your brewing heartbreak, you still got excited seeing their scores from the app alert. Because that’s the person you’ve become. You have apps on your phone dedicated to rodeo cowboy scores. Well, you might be deleting those apps soon.
You move to take the next shot.
You raise your glass to your two dear cowboys - the ones who you text everyday, the ones you try facetiming as much as you can, your dearest friends.
And maybe that’s all they will be.
You toast to their scores and to them.
Din’s eyes hold a pained shine in them that makes your heart twist. Jack instead wears a rather terrifying steeled up composed face.
You feel empty taking this shot and only Jack throws his back with you. Din even doesn’t touch his drink.
This time the tequila goes down warm and numbing.
The alcohol begins to work its confidence magic in you as you tease Din for not wanting to drink with you. He however glares at you and you’re reminded of an unwavering mesquite tree.
Maybe this is a bad decision.
You can’t be selfish about this. These two found each other. All those moments you thought they had feelings you simply had read the situation wrong.
“Look,” you sigh now, deflated. “I’m sorry-”
Jack suddenly smacks his hand against the bar countertop. It’s aggressively firm, a loud startling whack of a noise.
“Dancin’.” Jack declares loudly. “We’re gonna dance.”
“What? You and him?” You ask over the music.
“No.” Jack snaps. “We’re all goin’. So get your asses up.”
Din scoffs.
Jack, with firm hands yanking on yours and Din’s sleeves, actually drags everyone to the dance floor.
You can’t comprehend what’s happening. The floor is heavily crowded and no one notices three more additions.
“I don’t dance.”
“I can’t dance.”
Both you and Din fling out the same hurried replies to Jack.
He barks a laugh.
“It ain’t about being good at dancin’. S’about feelin’ the music, feelin’ the beat.” He yells back and then instantly transforms into a commanding force.
Sliding behind you, Jack turns you around to face Din.
His and your eyes go wide.
Jack then reaches to yank at Din’s dusty jacket, effectively pulling him forward -
Straight to your front.
Your heart hammers loud in your ears, so loud it drowns out the music blaring.
“Relax.” Jack purrs out. “Just…feel.”
You want to bark back about how that’s easier said than done. But your tongue gets tied up so badly you can’t form words.
Then one of Jack’s solid hands moves to your hips while the other reaches across to rest against Din’s shoulder.
You’re locked into them.
Jack begins to move you slowly.
The music shifts into something sultry, almost aching to be a slow dance, but a lively beat keeps it moving. You didn’t even think country songs could have this kind of vibe. Even though Jack mainly guides your hips, you already start swaying to the beat on your own.
That’s when Jack slowly bumps and nudges his hip against yours, fully pressing you closer to Din.
The position isn’t lost on you. It’s undeniably intimate, overly sexual, and you’re worried how this looks to others in the bar.
Then Din presses forward firmer against you and your mind blanks for a moment. Now sandwiched between a cowboy canyon, a dangerous heat burst from your chest.
Jack moves his nose against your face.
“Relax gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just enjoy.”
Your eyes hazing over flicker to Din who stares out with a deep desire swimming in his eyes. Cautiously his hands now move to rest on your hips. One of them goes on top of Jack’s.
You swallow hard and pray the lingering liquid courage will bless you.
Deliberately, sensually, your hips wiggle and grind between the two of them. You might not be properly dancing right or even swaying to the beat, but desire is the one guiding your body.
Many times nights alone in your bed you've thought of them like this with you. And now, you’re here caught in the sticky heart of that passionate desire.
Din dives forward and presses his face against yours.
Jack groans as his nose buries into your hair. Their cowboy hats create a sort of cover over you casting a shade against the glittering bar lights.
You’re literally under their shadow.
“Oh baby.” Jack whimpers.
Your hands, which you awkwardly kept close to your chest almost afraid to touch this dream and have it pop like a soap bubble, now tingle. You want to touch them both as much as you can.
So one of your hands slides up to hold onto Jack’s face while your other runs up Din’s broad chest to his shoulder. Your hips continue to sway and grind between them.
Then, like a spark ignited, something shifts.
Maybe it’s more people crowding in on the dance floor, or the heat finally bubbling over, but you’re suddenly squished firmly between them, practically glued together. Din’s face, his striking nose, presses against yours while Jack burrows the side of his face against your cheek.
They purposely rut into you. You think this is maybe the closest taste of what it would feel like for them to fuck you and you drown in it.
With Din and Jack, both hard, grinding against your front and back, your eyes close. A debauched sensation sinks its claws into you. It’s sinful and utterly deliriously delicious. You worry you’re about to melt.
Lust rips through you, an incinerating beast, and you bow to it.
In that haze, Din leans down and licks the sweat on your neck. His tongue against your skin, electrifies you. You ascend out of your body and moan.
Your body bucks up hard begging for attention and release only to find you’re still firmly caught between a cowboy canyon.
Jack shushes you firm but low. “G’damn y’all ‘re gonna be the death of me.”
His voice slurs, almost sounded drunk in something dangerous. Din continues licking at your neck not stopping once.
Suddenly Jack moves and shifts your body. The jostling breaks the movement and snaps you aware, like you’re slowly waking up, wearily trying to recapture your focus.
Quickly he snags your hand and Din’s. Out of reflex you clutch onto Din’s jacket. Jack, now a focused man on a mission, guides the three of you out of the crowd.
“Where are we going?” Din mutters against your face.
“Don’t know.” You answer truthfully.
You can’t tell where Jack guides you. The haze still fogging up your focus keeps you surprisingly pliant. It also doesn’t help that Din now practically drapes himself against your back, a protective cowboy like cloak. His lips continue to softly try and kiss any inch of skin he can reach.
You never thought he’d be the greedier one.
Jack guides everyone down a hallway past the restrooms. He even shouts a friendly greeting at someone. Of course he would know people here.
“Get your asses in here.” Jack now growls and his accent seems stronger.
That’s where he opens a door to a small back office type room and barrels everyone inside.
Jack’s not gentle. He almost yanks everyone in like a panicking kid trying to hide something from their parents. The door slams behind him. You’re transported into a badly lit mess of an office.
Jack whips around, pitches forward and before you can react he moves to attack your neck alongside Din.
His tongue licks a possessive strip up to your jaw then starts biting at your skin.
A wild moan escapes you as your eyes blissfully close.
You’re burning up. Your body, now molten, is only held up by your cowboys pressing flat against you. Both Jack’s mustache and Din’s faint beard scrape against your skin beautifully. Two tongues maping out your skin makes your mind evaporate. Every inch of your body screams for them.
That’s when you feel Jack drag his tongue on your neck down towards Din.
With another playful nip at your skin, Jack moves to lick against Din’s mouth still on you.
The wildest moan escapes you and you almost come right then.
Both cowboys almost kiss each other while also trying to still taste at your neck has you absolutely dizzy.
It’s hot and consumes every inch of you. You’re panting ridiculously loud and you can’t even hold back your whines or whimpers anymore. Slick pools between your thighs and sticks to your body. Your neck feels just as wet with the spit covering your skin.
Suddenly a loud aggressive bang rattles the door and your perfect illusion pops.
Panic barrels into you like a wild bull and your eyes go wide.
But your cowboys react fast. Din protectively curls his sturdy arm over you and draws you closer. Jack whips around and stands protectively in front as if to block the view.
Thankfully no one opens the door.
“Ya better not be fuckin’ on my god damn couch, Daniels!” A man howls with laughter.
“No fuckin’ way in hell.” Jack hollers back. “Not when your nasty ol’ ass calls its home.”
From the other side of the door the owner of this room laughs electrically loud. The man smacks on the door twice, an almost playfully goodbye.
The blazing heat that was melting you now simmers out like a fast dying out ember. An awkwardness settles in its place.
Your mind sorts through the heavy doubts again. Were you just a toy for them to play with? And even though a more aggressive side urges you to just enjoy and not think more into this, you don't want to be seen as just an accessory to their duo.
So slowly and quietly you untangle yourself from them.
Din mutters your name slightly confused and Jack turns around looking towards you.
“Where ya headin’ out to, peach?” Jack asks surprisingly composed.
You quietly tell them you’re gonna head home. A thick tension returns, choking the room.
Din calls your name, solid and striking.
“We need to talk.” His words are firm.
You want to make a sarcastic quip that they weren’t much for talking a few moments ago. But you don’t. You want to go home, maybe wash your skin off till you reach bone. You want to wash them away because it’s sinking in.
This last taste of desire is maybe your goodbye.
“Now why ya gotta make it sound like we’re talkin’ about a goddamn funeral, darlin’?!” Jack huffs annoyed.
Din shoots him a sharp annoyed look.
Darlin’
You’ve never heard Jack call his fellow cowboy that.
His nicknames for Din ranged from ‘pigeon’ to ‘sourpuss’ all were affectionately teasing in nature. Now the tender pet name holds the unspoken truth, as if seeing them kissing didn’t solidify it earlier.
“I’m sorry, I just…I read this wrong…” your voice becomes small and deflated. You would head home with a broken pride, but you didn’t want to be bitter about this.
Your eyes flicker up to them.
“You two… I’m glad you both found each other.” You smile weakly, the strongest attempt at being honorable and good. Yet the words turn to ash on your tongue.
You promise you’ll text them when you get home and now turn to leave again.
“The fuck s’that all about?” Jack snarls and his words snap your spine straight.
“Jack.” Din chides him sharp and your attention whips back to them a bit panicked.
Anger, along with the faintest edge of annoyance, colors Jack’s handsome face as he glares at you.
Your face scrunches up confused. What is he so upset about?
“The three of us were practically just humping like fuckin’ barn animals in heat and you wanna say shit like that?” A hot flash runs in Jack’s eye and you swear he even sounds hurt.
“Don’t say it like that.” Din glares.
Your eyes flicker between them and an edge of panic starts crawling on your skin.
“Wait, what?” You mutter out confused.
Silence suffocates the room and it feels like you’ve entered into a classic western standoff waiting to see who will strike first.
“Oh baby,” Jack’s gentle exhale shatters the moment as his eyes stare so directly at you. “Ya haven’t realized it?”
“What?” You squeak out confused.
“We’re crazy for ya… like a bunch of fools tangled up in a damn lasso.”
Jack’s words ignite a flurry of sparks within your chest that knock you breathless.
Turning towards Din, you notice his Stetson hat slid off, possibly during the heat of the moment earlier. But it allows you the clearest view of his gruff face and you think he’s never looked younger. His face is open. Hesitation and worry linger in Din’s dark road eyes reminding you of how secretly tender hearted this cowboy is.
Then Din nods so slowly, agreeing.
You almost choke on an inhale.
The sudden thought of picking between them has a fanged spike of anxiety rushing through you.
You didn’t want to pick. But, were you being selfish because of that?
Sensing your hesitation, or catching whatever emotions now flood your face, both cowboys now hesitantly move towards you.
“Talk to us, please.” Din softly urges.
Your voice cracks, tripping on itself annoyingly conflicted. But you manage to cough out that you don’t think you can pick between them. You don’t think you ever could and you’re worried your heart might not even handle it.
“Oh sweet baby,” Jack breathes out.
Suddenly the back of his hand tenderly strokes your cheek. Din gently glides his hand to your back and softly rubs you soothingly.
Your heart jumps into your throat at their sudden shift in affections.
“You don’t have to worry…or pick.” Din explains softly and with comfort.
Wait.
“You both…” you exhale shakily. “You two want me? Want us?”
For some reason, the notion of ‘us’ strikes you right then and there. That idea of you and them becoming an ‘us’ feels like the most natural progression in your mind.
Your best friend, when you told her about you and these cowboys, had cautiously asked if there was maybe a possibility of a poly type relationship happening. You immediately shot her down, not even wanting to think of the option.
But if you had been honest, a part of you started feeling guilty at the thought of wanting that. You enjoyed spending time with Jack just as much as Din. And you enjoyed spending time with them together.
Now you stand on the new ground of something beautiful waiting for you to step into.
“Sweetheart, hate to break it to ya…but we’ve been an us even before our dumbasses even realized it.” Jack snorts.
Din rolls his eyes and you snicker. But Jack is right.
Tentative date-like nights included Jack joining. Jack constantly invited both you and Din to his ridiculously lavish RV he used for the rodeo road trip days. That eventually led to days where you and Jack waited together for Din to finish. Or Din and you watching Jack practice. Din even began bringing his adoptive son over and Jack took to the baby like a fish to water.
This path you unknowingly had been on now is about to be crystalized before you and it warms every bit of your soul.
But a sharp fanged doubt suddenly gnaws at you.
“Wait,” your voice wavers. “This…this isn’t the alcohol talking right?”
Din sighs, shaking his head no but Jack answers first.
“‘Fraid not gorgeous. Been wanting this for a while.”
All worries get snipped and float out of your body leaving you so limitless.
Din leans to draw you into his side embrace and burrows his face against you.
“Sorry we didn’t discuss this sooner.” He mutters. “It all just…kind of happened.”
You understand and lean back against him. Din exhales shaky, soaked in a relief you can almost feel in your bones.
“Now, now, you two angels can’t go leavin’ out ‘ol Jack.” Of course Jack chimes in.
“Maybe it’s time we rethink this.” Din dryly comments and you laugh when Jack squawks out like a disgruntled crow.
But he effortlessly manages to borrow against both you and Din. It’s a little cluster, a soft clanging of bodies, but it’s cozy and feels right.
Someone yells outside the door laughing and your heart jumps.
“Whose office are we even in?” Din mutters out.
“Jimmy’s. Well technically mine too since I own the bar with him.” Jack casually drops.
Of course he did.
“And as cozy as it is here,” Jack adds gently. Both of their hands now intertwine against your hip.
“I say we move this little party somewhere nicer, like let’s say…my trailer?” Jack offers.
His RV is nice. Din’s is very spartan compared to Jack’s that had a full king sized bed and jacuzzi.
They truly are your sun and moon, so opposite and yet so beautifully brightening up your sky. A beautiful buoyant bliss fills you knowing you’re in their orbit, just as much as they’re in yours.
Din’s baby boy is a fidgety one. While he enjoys running around, he also loves to watch the world form anyone’s welcoming arms.
Which at the moment happens to be yours.
The baby chews happily on his favorite adorable stuffed longhorn plushie while the two of you enjoy the peace of the arena.
Without the noise, the yells and commotion of the crowd, or the sea of cowboy hats, the arena is strangely quiet, almost church-like in its own way. You understand now how it can even inspire a deep devotion.
After all, you see it through the eyes of two cowboys.
The baby happily shrieks and begins twisting in your arms. You turn to see what’s gotten his attention.
“Why howdy there my lil’ tumbleweed!” Jack warmly cries out and without hesitation scoops the sweet little boy into his arms.
The baby squeals in delight as Jack peppers him with kisses. Your heart melts at the sight.
“Don’t worry, didn’t forget about you too darlin’.” Jack winks and leans to kiss you soft now.
His mustache tickles your lips and you smirk. He also playfully and lightly smacks your bottom. You shoot him a look while Jack innocently shrugs.
“Our cowboy come out yet?” He asks.
You shake your head. Not yet. Din being ever the respectful man he is, allowed the others to use the practice bull first and took the last slot available for the practice times.
However, his team and the others arrive just as fast. Din steps out, the true silent assassin he’s regarded as. He’s memorizing to watch, so deeply focused and intense.
The baby now whines at being held and demands to be put down.
“Don’t worry I’ll watch him, you watch Din.” You reassure Jack while he places baby boy on his feet. The baby immediately waddles away, absolutely giddy to be free.
“Lil’ stinker.” Jack affectionately teases with adoration shining in his eyes.
Your eyes now watch the curious little babe you treasure so dearly. Behind you though, the training starts.
The clang of the chute being prepared and the commotion of the team getting ready fills the arena.
Then the alarm blares. The loud noise has the baby jolting in surprise. Before he can cry at the sudden noise, you quickly scurry over and swoop him back in your arms. You playfully press a loud raspberry against his sweet chubby cheeks and he giggles.
The noise of the ride erupts with the thrashing of the bull and the upheaval of the dirt.
Then, it’s all over.
“Attaboy!” Jack cries with a loud proud clap.
The baby, now fully distracted by the commotion, seems happy in your arms again as you approach Jack’s side.
Quickly your gaze goes to the arena to make sure Din’s alright.
“How did he do?” You ask about Din.
“Better! Still ain’t as good as yesterday's time but rides like these just help keep ya warm and flexible.” Jack explains.
With the bull settled, Din moves towards Vanth to discuss the ride.
Din draws his helmet up and already has so much sweat on his face. It’s unfair how handsome he is, rugged and adorably scruffy.
“Bweh!” The baby happily spots his papa and squeaks.
The noise causes all in the ring to turn towards where you three stand. Cobb Vanth grins kindly and Din’s eyes soften immediately spotting your little cheering group.
“Yeah lil cowpoke, you didn’t get to see how good your papa was, but he did great.” Jack coo’s as he softly smooths out the baby’s hair.
With a pat on the back from his manager, Din jogs over to you and Jack.
It’s unique, this new carved out existence of yours with them. But it’s beautiful and feels as if it’s always meant to be, like this has been in your veins long before you even knew.
Din reaches the edge of the ring and you and Jack shower him with praise. It’s adorable watching him get flustered at all the attention given to him, especially when you lean and Jack lean to kiss his cheeks.
“Seems like your ridin’s was a little rusty today though, cowboy.” Jack purrs. “Maybe we should all have a nice private lesson after this.”
“Hope those lessons aren’t with you. Last time you were out by the second count.” Din, like the surprisingly snarky man he is, effortlessly replies back as snatches the baby wiggling trying to for him.
Jack squawks hilariously upset and you snicker as your heart fills to the brim.
The arena is quiet, a sacred space that watches over all of you together like this. And it’s special, having this moment here with both of them.
You think there might not be many country songs about snagging two cowboys, but it’s okay.
You find this song in your heart feels eternal.
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It had been several weeks since Jack told you to quit your job, you just hadn’t had the guts to do it. It sounded too good to be true, and you didn’t want to ruin your relationship with Jack.
When he had to go back on tour without you, he was frustrated but tried his best to understand your apprehension.
Neelam however, was curious as to why you didn’t accept the offer. Although she was his manager and always felt like it was her job to protect him, she liked you a lot and knew he needed you to balance his life and career better.
“She could be our creative director!” Neelam exclaimed as she, Jack, Urban, and the rest of the team rode to their next destination.
“Ummm- What would that even mean?” Jack wasn’t looking at her, he was distracted, texting you back since he finally had a moment to.
Neelam cleared her throat, waiting for him to look up from his phone before continuing to speak.
“Sorry,” he mumbled and placed the phone face down on his lap.
“She’d work for advertising and marketing for tours, merch designs, and stuff like that. She’d be the creative lead and make strategic decisions for how to move forward with projects, with your input of course.”
“She’d love that. It would give her more freedom than the job she has now.”
“Plus she already has experience with advertising so I don’t feel like it’s much of a stretch” Neelam added.
Urban had been silent this entire time, hoping that nobody would ask for his opinion but the fact that he hadn’t made a peep was concerning to both Jack and Neelam.
“Alright Wyatt, what exactly did Layla tell you?” Neelam narrowed her eyes and pivoted her attention.
“Do we only go by last names now?” Urban joked, trying to change the subject with no luck.
Jack and Neelam were unamused, staring at him with almost no emotion as they waited for him to speak up.
“Layla said that Y/N feels like it’s not a good look. She doesn’t want you to turn around later and feel like she’s using you or used you to benefit herself.”
“Damn,” Neelam bluntly replied.
“What?” Both Jack and Urban frantically questioned, not understanding her reaction.
“That girl really loves you” Neelam laughed, turning to Jack who was left nearly speechless.
“She’d rather be miserable at her job than risk losing you.”
“I mean, I understand her point of view” Urban scratched the back of his neck nervously, worried he was saying the wrong thing.
“I don’t think she realizes how serious I am about her” Jack smirked, leaning back in his seat and earning an “ooooooh” from both Neelam and Urban.
“Pause- are we thinking engagement? Because if so we need to talk PR.” Neelam squealed.
Jack's entire face went pale, “no- I mean, we haven’t even been together a full year yet.”
He was oddly defensive for someone who would marry you tomorrow if given the chance.
“Look at his face!” Neelam and Urban erupted in laughter.
••••
It was finally time for you and Jack to see each other in person and you were thankful as you were starting to feel the effects of the distance.
You had taken a week off work to join him on tour again and it couldn’t come soon enough.
The day before your flight was scheduled Jack wasn’t answering your texts or calls which was unlike him, and you started to grow suspicious. His location was also off which made you wonder what he was up to.
You were working late to make sure you didn’t come back to a chaotic work situation like last time when you suddenly heard a knock on the front window.
You were all alone in your office building and extremely cautious of who you let be aware of that, so you weren’t expecting anyone.
You tiptoed to the front where you heard the knocking, peeking out of the blinds and seeing Jack standing there, in the drizzling rain.
You quickly unlocked the door letting him inside.
“Baby! What’re you?-“ He wasted no time crashing his lips against yours.
It wasn’t until you pulled back from him that you realized he was holding a bag full of food.
“Dinner?” You questioned both excited and hopeful.
“Rice and dumplings” he nodded knowing you’d be starving from likely being too overworked to eat.
You kissed his cheek, before turning and locking the door, motioning for him to follow you back into the conference room you had been working in.
He watched your hips sway back and forth as your heels echoed in the hallway, a birthday gift from him.
His entire body ached as he physically missed being around you.
“Layla told you I was here?”
He didn’t answer you, although he heard you speak. He was too distracted as he took every inch of you in. Your hair was a mess from the day, your eyeliner smudged, your perfume barely lingering on your skin but he continued thinking you were as gorgeous as ever.
You realized he was eyeing you up and down, suddenly embarrassed by your appearance.
“Sorry, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you today” You dug in your purse for a hair tie to move your hair away from your face.
“You look beautiful, as always” he hummed setting the bag of food down on the big corporate desk.
You cleared off an area placing your presentation to the side so you and Jack could sit down and eat together.
You took a seat across from him.
“To answer your question, Layla told me the address yes” he subtly took a red gift bag out of the bag, placing it in the seat beside him.
Your eyes followed his hand, wondering what he was hiding.
“Ah! Eat first” his aquamarine eyes lit up, trying to hide his smile, but his dimple betrayed him.
“So demanding” you joked, not wanting to press.
Jack looked around the room, he had only seen the background of this very room a handful of times when you’d FaceTime him or send him pictures.
“I know what you’re thinking” you stifled a laugh before continuing “and yes, this is in fact where the magic happens.”
Jack snorted, knowing you meant that sarcastically as you played footsie with him under the desk.
“I was actually wondering how much weight this table could hold, like one maybe two naked bodies?” He seductively bit his lip, pushing your buttons as usual.
You practically choked on your dumpling making both of you break out into a giggle fit, Jack eventually making no noise which only made you laugh harder.
Jack took your hand in his as you laid it on the table.
“I missed this” you confessed.
“Me too” He shifted in his seat, impatiently grabbing the small gift he had hidden from you moments ago and putting it on the desk.
The red bag was hard to miss, with gold lettering written across the front.
“Cartier? Baby, you didn’t.”
You knew all too well that was not an inexpensive brand.
“Open it” he impatiently begged, his hand began to tremble.
You let go of his sweaty hand, taking a small box out of the bag. You were trying your best not to overthink but your heart was beating so fast you felt like you could physically hear it thumping in your ears.
“It’s not an engagement ring” Jack didn’t mean to say it so quick but he was just as anxious as you were. His face was pale, although his cheeks grew redder by the second.
You opened the box and gasped, nearly choking on your spit.
The ring was breathtakingly beautiful and would easily be the most expensive thing you had ever owned to date.
18K white gold, with a single diamond. 0.02 carats to be exact.
“It’s a promise ring, a promise to always choose you. A promise to be committed to you, and it’s a placeholder until we do get engaged.”
His mouth was dry, he felt like he had swallowed a spoon worth of sand and your lack of words wasn’t helping.
Your hand covered your mouth as you looked over the ring that sat before you surrounded by black velvet cushion.
You couldn’t form words, only closing your eyes and starting to cry as you slipped the ring on your finger, surprised at how it fit perfectly without ever telling him your ring size.
Jack got up and immediately walked over to you, holding you as you embraced him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“I love you so much, Jack. So, much.” You whispered into the crook of his neck, your voice cracking before leaving kisses against his neck and jawline.
“Babe, I want you to know how serious I am about you, about us.” He was still nervous, especially being this open and vulnerable about his feelings.
You pulled back to look at him, looking into his eyes as you both felt the intense emotions of love. You leaned in, kissing him passionately and forgetting where you were for a moment.
When you pulled back he took a deep breath, a sigh of relief knowing you felt the exact same way he did.
“I love you so much too” he reassured you with a smile.
“Let’s get out of here?” You wiped your remaining tears from your face, laughing softly at the situation that had just transpired.
“You’re right, we have an early flight to catch.” He winked, before helping you clean up.
#Jack Harlow#Jack Harlow x reader#jack harlow fan fic#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow imagines#jack harlow blurb#Jack Harlow series
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Ursula hi!! I love your work so much it’s amazing and I would love to ask if you can do Jack champion x reader where Jack and reader are going after the same scream role and it’s kinda like enemies to lovers but she ends up getting another character and the character she plays ends up having a kiss scene with Ethan and when it’s time for the kiss scene he like teases her so much Hope you have a great dayyy!💕
hiii! got so excited by this request! i love enemies to lovers (best trope in my opinion). hope you are having a great day too💖
frustrating, intoxicating, complicated — jack champion
word count: 1,723
pairing: jack champion x actress!fem!reader
summary: y/n and jack’s determination to get the part of ghostface creates a little rivalry between them. and when they find out their characters have a kissing scene, jack doesn’t hesitates to tease her.
IT WAS A KNOWING FACT THAT EVERYONE WANTED THE ROLE OF GHOSTFACE. It was the biggest honor, and Y/N didn’t just want it, she yearned it with all her heart. Her mom had introduced Y/N to the franchise when she was little, and ever since then, the love for the Scream movies was something that they shared with passion. And Y/N wanted nothing more than to make her mother proud—she had to get the role of Ghostface.
But there were two problems; one, the directors decided they won’t tell who would play Ghostface until at least half the shooting (as to avoid leakings). And the second one was Jack Champion—he was also going for that role, and he, like Y/N, was acting his ass off to get it.
This triggered a rivalry between them, which was about to get worse because the directors had just handed in the other half of the script—which contained the answered they had been waiting for: who would have the honour of playing Ghostface?
Taking a deep breath, Y/N opened the script and went straight to the end. The feeling of disappointment invaded her chest, but she understood. Her role was still a major one, at least her character doesn’t die. Though, she was not going to lie, the fact that it was Jack the one who got it irked her. She quickly shook off her resentment and went to read the rest of the script.
“No fucking way” she said aloud when she got to certain scene. The whole group looked at her, surprised by the sudden outburst.
“Don’t be sad, Y/N/N. You’re a great actress, not better than me, but still good” the annoying voice of Jack was heard “It was obvious I was going to get it”.
Y/N rolled her eyes “First of all, you’re not better than me, Champion, keep dreaming. Second, you heard the directors; it was not based on performances. And third, I wasn’t taking about the Ghostface part, turn to page 23”.
The whole group opened said page with looks of confusion. The cast—minus Jack and Y/N—exchanged smirks.
Jack’s eyes widened as he took in the words plastered on the white sheet. “Oh god”
“I know! They don’t pay me good enough for me to kiss you” Y/N said trying to repress a smile.
“Hilarious, Y/N/N” the boy rolled his eyes. “Don’t pretend you’re repulsed by me. I catch you staring sometimes, did you know that?”
Their cast mates’ eyes went back and forth between them, completely amused by the scene in front of them.
Y/N scoffed “As if” she totally did. He was just so infuriatingly pretty “My standards aren’t that low, Champion. Besides, I’m not the one who stalks your Instagram”
“Are you implying I look at your profile? You’re delusional” he totally did. She was irritatingly gorgeous.
“Don’t act oblivious with me, Jack. You accidentally liked an old picture and then unliked it. I still got the notification, genius”
Busted “Maybe I wanted to let you know how much I disliked that picture” no, he didn’t. She looked adorable with her panda pjs and with her dog on her lap.
“But you do admit that you check my instagram?” she sent him a teasing grin. Jack bit the inside of his cheeks, he should stop talking.
“Whatever makes you happy” he tried to brush it off, but he was mentally cursing himself for having been so clumsy. He had one job.
“What would make me happy would be erasing that stupid kissing scene” Y/N muttered.
“I’ve been told I’m a great kisser. I’m sure after it you are going to beg me to take you out on a date” Jack smirked, stretching his arms. He was showing off his muscles and it was completely hot irritating.
“Now who’s being delusional?” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Okay, but when it happens I’m so going to tell you ‘I told you so’”
A WEEK LATER, WHEN Y/N ARRIVED TO THE SET, SHE WAS MET WITH JACK’S TEASING SMILE AND THE REST OF THE CAST’S EXCITEMENT. The girl scoffed at him, which only made him enjoy it more.
“My lovely Y/N, finally! I couldn’t wait to see you” Jack said energetically.
“God, don’t make this day more dreadful. Just shut up, Champion”
“Always so sweet” he pinched her cheek. “Ready for the big scene?
“Ready for it to be over already” Y/N answered.
“Don’t you think we should practice?” he asked, rounding his lips and leaning towards her.
“Careful, Champion. I have been practicing my right hook ever since I met you”
Jack laughed and raised his arms in surrender “Can’t wait for the scene either, lovely” he winked at her before finally leaving her alone.
Y/N DRAGGED HER FEET TOWARDS JACK’S FIGURE. Everyone had gathered around, all very thrilled to see the kiss.
“Ready?” the director yelled. They both nodded, Jack sent the girl one last smirk before the director yelled “Action!”.
“So, you’re a virgin, huh?” Violet asked Ethan, as they set up the table in the Carpenters’ sisters living room.
“I don’t know why I said that” Violet acted as if he was embarrassed. He was not, he had said it on purpose to build the ‘dorky, innocent virgin guy’ chararcter. “It was quite uncomfortable”.
“A bit” Violet admitted, stifling a laugh.
“It’s okay, you can laugh” Ethan said, trying not to clench his jaw. The virgin part wasn’t an act, he truly was and that’s why he was a little annoyed at her attempt to laugh.
“God, I didn’t mean to act like an asshole” she said in a apologetic tone. “I swear I’m not laughing at you being a virgin, I just thought the way you said it was very random. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know that right?”
Ethan’s demeanour was a bit more relaxed “Oh, it’s okay… can I- can I ask you if you ever had… you know” he blushed.
Violet smiled, as if saying it was alright “Only once, and it was fucking awful” she laughed. “I didn’t get to… you know, and he did”
“Oh” Ethan said, he suddenly saw red “What an asshole” he spitted in anger and disbelief. It was then he realized Violet was looking at him with wide eyes and mouth open. “Shit, sorry. I know it’s not any of my business. It just really pissed me off. You deserved better, especially for your first time”.
“It’s okay” she shrugged. “I’m past the stage of anger. It is what it is. Anyways, I have to confess I was a bit surprised by your confession”
“Yeah, right” Ethan laughed, thinking she was being sarcastic.
“No, for real” she said. Ethan inspected her face, trying to look for any sign telling him she was messing with him.
“Why? Literally no one else was surprised”
Y/N looked at Jack, the determination her chararcter was supposed to be feeling reflected in her eyes. “Because you’re attractive, Ethan” she said as if it were obvious.
Jack let the forks fall to the table, showing Ethan was taken aback by the compliment “W-what? You think I’m attractive?”
“I think you’d be surprised by the amount of girls on campus who think you’re attractive” she said with a laugh.
Ethan shook his head “No way”
“Yes, Eth. Trust me, you might think I’m talking bullshit but I’m not. Lots of girls are into shy, smart guys. Besides you’re fricking pretty”
“It doesn’t matter anyway” he said. Violet looked at him in curiosity. “There’s only one girl I’m interested in”.
“Oh, yeah? Who?” Y/N smiled, stepping in front of Jack. The back of his legs hit the edge of the table. He was much taller than Y/N, yet the one who oozed confidence was her—or her character. Or both. Because Jack had been teasing her about the kiss for days, enjoying the way she got irritated, angry and nervous, but right now, he was shaking like an earthquake. And while it was what Ethan was meant to be feeling, Jack wasn’t acting it at all.
“You” he whispered, nervousness shown by his rosy cheeks and quick breaths.
Violet smiled in satisfaction, and grabbed him by the collar of his blue polo “So is it okay if I kiss you?” Ethan looked at her astonished and nodded quickly.
Y/N pulled down from the collar with force, making their lips collide harshly. They instantly melted, and hummed in content. Jack’s arms tightly around Y/N’s lower back to keep her body pressed against his as she stood on her tip-toes. Their lips moved desperately and fast, and they became oblivious to their surroundings—the detail that they were on a set, shooting a movie, and that people were watching them, was completely forgotten.
The two had complained about the kiss ever since they found out, but it was clear to both of them that, deep down, they had been looking forward to the day of the scene. And it showed.
Jasmine—or Mindy—entered the scene, and coughed. Y/N and Jack didn’t pull away like they were supposed to. Maybe her cough wasn��t loud enough, so Jasmine tried again. Yet, nothing. She looked around to find the rest of the crew completely appalled by the scene.
It wasn’t the watchful eyes that made the two teenagers pull away, but their need for oxygen. They looked at each other in shock, and then smiled. It was a mutual understanding—none of them had faked the intensity of the kiss, it had been their own feelings making an appearance, showing how much they liked each other despite their constant arguments and teasing.
“Um, hi? We’re filming a movie? Remember?” the director said, trying not to smile. To say that everyone had been waiting for that day to come was an understatement.
“Sorry” the two blushing messes that were Jack and Y/N answered, though they weren’t sorry at all.
“It’s okay. Let’s do it again. This time, kiss like you were Violet and Ethan, not Y/N and Jack. Got it?” they both nodded.
“So, about that date I was going to beg you to have after you shocked me with your kissing skills…” she said, with a funny smile.
Jack laughed “I told you so” he teased, and then kissed her cheek “I’ll pick you up at 8”.
#jack champion#ethan landry#jack champion x y/n#jackchampion#jack champion x reader#jack champion fluff#jack champion oneshot#jack champion imagine#scream iv#ethanlandry#jack champion fanfic#ethan landry fic#ethan landry oneshot#ethan landry fluff#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry x you#ethan landry x reader
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i want to talk about jeanne and jeanne alter. first off white woman (laugh track so loud it shakes the building) ok now that thats out of the way what I really want to talk about is how interesting i find the dynamic between the two because for all that jalter is this 2 kool 4 skool edgy jeanne born from a grudge the truth of the matter is that regular jeanne is far more insane than her. jalter is very much this tortured soul born from gilles’ agony but the fact of the matter is that shes actually quite easy to understand. The moment she and her anger are validated she immediately chills because yeah, she was someones idea of what jeannes anger would be, in every respect she is a fake of a fake because the regular jeanne is so insane and inhuman that she feels basically no remorse guilt or resentment for every wrong she committed and was committed against her. jalter is a counterfeit, a fake who unlike every other faker in the series doesnt really aim to surpass jeanne as “jeanne d’arc” (nothing says a faker cant surpass the original), but rather exist entirely independent of jeanne d’arc because her idea of surpassing jeanne is entirely rooted in being jalter instead. Its why in every subsequent appearance she went around jumping between hobbies, learning how to read and write and generally trying to ingratiate herself in every clique she could, she doesn’t want to be just the fake alter of jeanne, she wants to be recognized as her own person separate from jeanne.
and the reason thats so significant is because the original jeanne gave up every bit of herself without a single regret. it’s brought up by mephistopheles in her interludes but the reason why jalter was such an impossible idea to exist is because jeanne is so committed to god and her cause that mephisto considers her lacking in humanity. jalter refers to herself as a mercy born for jeanne because shes someones idea of jeanne having been avenged, jeanne having given in to human anger at being betrayed and thrown away. But jeanne in having never broken was also hollowed out, by her own hand no less. anyone halfway familiar with the apocrypha novels knows that jeanne is genuinely kind but also merciless when needed: she has no issue striking down the children jack creates because they are already forsaken and jeanne knows she cant save them alone, she tells atalante to her face that while god is merciful she very much isnt, jeanne freely admits that she believes humans are ultimately evil despite being capable of good, she doesnt even consider herself a saint because as much as she would have liked to remain a farmgirl she threw herself into a war knowing the death it would entail and was not even phazed by it. jeanne heard gods lament but she was not aided by god, she did everything because she was helping god, and had no issue having a cruel and pitiful death for that. which causes mephisto to call her fucking insane! mephisto in her interludes doesnt try to break jeanne by having her face every horrible thing in her life, what mephisto aimed to do was simply have jeanne admit that she did feel some kind of emotion about it, any anger, resentment, even despair, because jeanne at the very least deserved that. but she never does, which in turn terrified mephisto because he’s someone who ultimately values humanity and in his eyes, jeanne was freely throwing hers away. despite every atrocity she faced, jeanne still did hold hope for humans and was fine throwing herself away for their sakes.
But it’s also why jeanne is so kind to jalter in turn. jalter is the human jeanne wished she could be but ultimately isnt, the version of her who was allowed to be human. jeanne is too unshakeable in her principles to ever let herself break or be broken, but jalter doesnt have that commitment, that sense of duty or even that discipline. jalter, for all that she is an impossibility, is free to be herself, more than anything she allows herself to be free when jeanne never did. jalter might on the surface be the evil version of jeanne but truthfully she is the kindness that jeanne was never afforded, and while mephisto couldn't really break her, at the very least he was able to get her to admit that even if there was no resentment, she did hold a wish to live. and above all, there was nothing wrong with that wish. jalter forces jeanne to acknowledge her because even if jeanne didnt let herself stop and always ran towards her end, there were people who did grieve for jeanne, people who cared about jeanne d’arc the human and not the symbol. when jeanne first meets jalter in orleans, the first question she asks is if jalter has any memories of their past, because those memories of simpler days and simple happiness were enough for jeanne to fight for. and when jalter told her no, and yet in turn forced jeanne to acknowledge her, jeanne had decided to give that simple happiness to jalter.
jalter is not jeanne d’arc, she could never be jeanne d’arc and she doesn’t even want to be her, but jeanne wants to be kind to jalter, because it would also be allowing kindness to herself. and for all that jalter is abrasive towards jeanne, she also knows that her existence hinges on the fact that someone did care about jeanne on an individual level, so no matter how annoying she might find her “original”, the truth is that jalter existing and being happy as herself is also the wish and the validation for jeanne to be happy as herself. jalter might be the dark reflection of what jeanne could have been, but the dark reflection is not an admission of evil or the possibility of revenge, its the idea that jeanne could live for herself and have individual human happiness, and it ties back to what jalter always establishes about herself: once something is born, it cant ever be erased.
once the impossible idea of jalter was born, so too was the impossible idea of jeanne d’arc allowing herself to live as a human.
#fgo#fate grand order#zerav meta#jeanne darc#jalter#listen jeanne is a saber and jalter is a burning butterfly could i make it any more obvious
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whats lukes reaction to finding out its twins and who tells him?
“i- i thought you were joking,” luke stares at the photo on his dad’s phone. after being practically bed ridden for three days, he was sent home from the road trip and was very blatantly told to ‘have his shit together’ by the time the team returned. once ellen found out, she sent jim to new jersey, unwilling to leave her new grandchildren. “i- two babies.”
“they’re healthy. drew was six pounds 7 ounces and wren was 6.2, which sounds small, but because they’re twins it’s pretty normal,” he says when luke’s face turns alarmed. “your mom called me after she got to meet them and wren gave me a little smile when i talked to her. drew just doesn’t look pleased about anything right now.”
“and she, she’s okay, too?”
“tired. resting. giving birth to one child is hard enough, much less two. she won’t let the nurses take them out of the room and quinn says drew will only heard onto her finger, momma’s boy already,” jim has such a fond smile. “they’re perfect.”
luke rubs his hands against his pants, unable to take his eyes off the picture, “you should be there, with them.”
“i’m flying out once i know that you’re okay. you’re my child too, luke, even when you have your head in your ass,” jim sighs, swiping to another picture of the babies, this time with a sleepy looking angel staring down at them so lovingly. “i’m serious. you can’t tell your mom that i showed you any of this.”
“i won’t,” he knows his dad is only showing him in an attempt to dull the ache in his chest. knowing that they were healthy and she had had a safe delivery only helps a little bit. he was still thousands of miles away, learning of the news through pictures he wasn’t supposed to see. he chuckles, “she looks just like him.”
“oh, jack hasn’t shut up about it since they were born. mom said angel came up with something like, ‘they’ve got quinn’s birthday and jack’s face so the boys could be even.’”
luke looks at his dad then, “does quinn care…”
he trails off not finishing the question how he wants to. he wants to know if quinn is bothered by the fact that the twins were so obviously jack’s. he wants to know if angel is bothered by it. he gets his answer when his dad silently swipes his finger to show a video. he presses play and he hears his mom’s voice:
“okay and who do we have here?”
quinn’s got his hands shoved into his pockets and a beanie on his head. jack’s missing from the video, but luke can faintly hear his voice in the background. his oldest brother chuckles slightly, staring down at the baby in the clear bassinet, “katherine quinn hughes.”
“and who are you?” his mother teased.
there’s a pride in quinn’s eyes as he utters his next words unlike anything luke had never seen before, “im her dad.”
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Creepypasta/MH - Walking With Them
Characters: Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Tim/Masky
Clockwork
She walks pretty slowly
She likes to take her time when walking
Not because she’s admiring her surroundings, no; those don’t really interest her
She’s actually lost in her own thoughts
She’ll be staring at the sky, one hand holding her other wrist behind her, walking languidly, smiling subtly when she thinks of something that pleases her
So if you like quiet, slow, scenic walks, she’s your gal
If you do try to make conversation, she’ll indulge you
She won’t pick up the pace though; now she’s walking slow to prolong the conversation
She likes to think through her answers, only voicing things that she’s chewed on thoroughly before speaking
I like to think that she’s a deep conversationalist like that
Of course, if you want to talk about something more lighthearted, she’s still game
But if you ask her to walk faster, that’s when she’ll shoot you a judging look
She’ll ask why, and if you have a good reason she will pick up the pace
Otherwise she’ll just be like “no” and proceed as if you’d never even asked
Nina the Killer
She is holding your hand. Or your arm. Or even just the hem of your shirt. Period.
Doesn’t matter if you’re just friends or dating, she likes to get touchy with people she likes
It’s just her way of feeling close to you
She’ll cling especially close if it’s cold out
She’ll probably chat idly as you guys walk, unless she’s listening to music
She always offers you an earbud when she does
You can expect 2000s pop, scene, and emo music
She’ll bob her head to the beat sometimes, and her smile will double if you join her
Whether you’re listening to music or not, she has a tendency to let her eyes wander while she walks
If she sees anything that catches her eye, she’ll point it out to you
Sometimes it’s someone’s haircut or outfit, sometimes it’s a squirrel, sometimes it’s a random pebble on the sidewalk… it could be anything
Plain old walking is so boring, she’s just trying to make it more interesting for herself
That being said, she doesn’t really try to walk quickly or anything
She’s usually able to entertain herself enough that she doesn’t feel the need to
But if you’re in a hurry she’ll keep up with whatever pace you set
Otherwise she prefers an average pace
Jeff the Killer
He’s either running or speed walking. No in between
He’s efficient like that; if he has somewhere to be, he’s not wasting time commuting
Murdering people has contributed to this habit
If you can’t keep up, he’ll grab your hand and drag you
Once you get too tired to run any more he just tells you how slow you are
Depending on the situation, he might just abandon you
He probably won’t if you’re close, but again, it really depends
If you ask him to stay with you he will, though he’ll grumble the whole time
Sometimes he does like a little scenic walk
This would be the only time that he deliberately walks “slow”
He’s naturally a fast walker, that’s why I’d say “slow” with heavy air quotes
This is also the only time that he won’t mind going a little slower for you
If you’re joining him on the walk, it’s because he wants you to, and he’s not going to leave you behind
You guys will probably link arms or hold hands, just to make sure you walk at the same speed, of course
Eyeless Jack
Another fast walker
He has long legs, plus he’s often in situations which he needs to get away quick
Unlike Jeff, if you can’t keep up, he’ll offer to give you a piggy back
He’s strong like that 💪 (despite his lanky frame)
Also unlike Jeff, he doesn’t really like scenic walks
He might go with you if you ask him, but he wouldn’t choose to go on his own
Being out in the open just feels risky to him, no matter how remote he is
He’d much rather stick to the indoors, or staying in one spot to hide
This ties back into his fast walking pace
If he needs to get somewhere, he’s getting there ASAP
And if he needs to carry you to keep you with him, so be it
He’s not abandoning you; he really prefers to know where you are
Especially when you’re supposed to be with him
Tim/Masky
Honestly pretty chill when it comes to walking
Unless you have somewhere to be, he’s fine matching your pace
He does have a tendency to get a little out of breath though, so he can’t keep up for very long if you’re running/jogging
Also, he doesn’t really like to be touching
Might talk, might not, depends on his mood
If he’s not feeling talkative, he’ll listen to you rant
He’ll give little signs that he’s listening, but won’t offer much in terms of lengthy responses
If neither of you want to talk, he’s also cool sharing music
He likes your playlist(s), and is weirdly cagey about his own
It’s not that he’s embarrassed about his music taste, he just doesn’t like to share
He also likes to walk in silence though
Especially if you’re somewhere nice and scenic
He’ll be looking around, a rare peaceful expression on his face
He might even try to grab your hand or lock your pinkies
As a walking enjoyer, this brought me great joy to compose :) hope y’all enjoyed it!! Take care honey bunches <33
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta x reader#jeff the killer#jeff the killer x reader#clockwork#clockwork x reader#nina the killer#nina the killer x reader#eyeless jack#eyeless jack x reader#tim wright#tim wright x reader#masky#masky x reader#marble hornets x reader
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can we have jacky having skin time with baby el?
throwing it back to el’s birth for this one!
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exhaustion plagued me as i watch my newborn sleep in the hospital bassinet. Jack wanders the halls to try and find a vending machine to get me a quick snack before i finally take a nap.
ten hours of labor, approximately two hours of pushing, and she’s finally here. it’s only been about forty-five minutes since she made her arrival, but after not sleeping for twelve hours, i need a nap. she just finished feeding for the first time, so the nurse said now would be the best time to sleep.
“they didn’t really have many options, but i got you some chips and a twix. i figured i can have Luke stop and grab you something substantial when he comes by when you wake up.” Jack announces, stalking back into the room. “any suggestions?”
i shake my head, my eyes never leaving our baby.
“i’m not picky.” i tell him.
“well, we both know that’s not true. but okay.” Jack jokes, coming to stand beside the bassinet. “oh puck, how long has it been?”
i giggle at his new creative way of not cussing around the baby. i’ve tried telling him once already that she doesn’t understand cuss words yet, so it’s okay to wait to avoid cussing until she starts talking, but he claims he has to adjust himself to the new vocabulary.
“forty-seven minutes.” i tell him, glancing at the clock.
“alright.” he responds, walking over to the open hospital room door and shutting it before stripping off his shirt.
“what are you doing?” i question, watching as he picks up the baby and sits on the small couch in our private room.
“skin-to-skin.” he tells me, his voice soft as he moves her blanket so that her bare body is pressed against his top-less chest.
“it’s recommended to start it within the first hour after the birth. research shows that the first hour is the most crucial for maximizing bonding experience between the parent and child through skin-to-skin contact.” he explains.
i nod along, listening to him speak.
“you got it with her when they handed her to you after they dried her off. and when you were feeding her, i guess, technically.” he continues. “but i still need to do mine. i should hold her for about an hour, but probably no more than that because unlike your breast tissue-”
i scrunch my nose at the term ‘breast tissue’, making Jack chuckle.
“-which can cool down or heat the baby’s temperature. men’s breast tissue only heats her. which means if i do it for too long, she can overheat. it’s a fickle thing.”
“where did you learn all this?” i ask.
“parenting books.” Jack responds, his eyes already having left me in order to gaze down at our daughter as she lays upon his chest.
my eyes soften, my heart beating rapidly at the knowledge of how much research he did. i thought we read the same couple books, but i guess he read a few more than i did.
“i love you.” i tell him, my tone laced with adoration, making him smile at me.
“i love you too, sweet girl.” he blows me a kiss. “now eat, and get some rest. my parents get here in about two hours.”
i nod, opening my chips and snacking as i watch my husband hold our baby to his chest. every couple minutes i catch him whispering to her, random reassurances that he loves her and will always protect her, which makes my heart skip a beat.
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Ok so this has been on my mind for a MINUTE. So here’s my school AU! Please ask questions and please add your headcannons too!! If you want more in depth AU headcannons I’d love to write them!
CREEPS SCHOOL AU
JEFF THE KILLER:
Football player and all the girls swoon over him for it. He’s not even the star player?? But hey I guess being a running back is pretty cool? (fuck quarterbacks!!)
Mans barely keeping his grades up
He’s only passing so he can stay on the football team
One of the “popular” guys since he’s just so well known by all the creeps. Everyone sits with him and the football team at lunch
JANE THE KILLER:
Varsity volleyball player and she’s GOOD. Like she’d get a full ride scholarship for college
Star player unlike Jeff
She’s also in Choir! A soprano of course. It’s more of a just for fun thing so she doesn’t take it too seriously but she definitely tries her best (please come to her concerts)
Straight A student. Don’t play with her.
NINA THE KILLER:
Cheerleader!! 100% a flyer. She cheers exclusively for Jeff too. Not quite the cheer captain but close in the ranks. One of the best at tumbling and gymnastics
Social butterfly and everyone knows her. She’s on hoco court for sure.
I feel like she’s always just a little short of the top. Socially, academically, athletically. She just seems to get overshadowed
Pretty decent student, she’s more interested in a social life than academics though.
KATE THE CHASER:
Cross country/ track. She’s set the most records in the school history. She can compete in anything but prefers long distance or sprints
Super humble about her wins and records, not a fan of the spotlight that her athleticism gets her
Pretty damn smart, but she’s quiet about it. People just know she sits in the back and does her work.
High A grades
CLOCKWORK:
Varsity basketball. Definitely a starter too. Combo Guard 100%. She gives me Caitlin Clark vibes?? (look her up she’s badass)
Probably also does track but just because the coaches knew she was tall and she could jump hurdles like no one’s business
On the side she spends a lot of her time in the art rooms since it’s quiet and she gets some alone time
Also a pretty good student, more on the B sides of grades though,
“TICCI” TOBY:
I feel like this kid is in everything for some reason?? But definitely varsity soccer as his main activity. He’s a goalkeeper mainly but he can swing to whatever position you need him to be. He’s probably in bowling with Ben too
But he’s 100% in band too. He plays trombone (the best instrument) he’s in concert band, marching band, and jazz band.
He’s pretty popular too just because he’s cute and pretty much an all rounder
Average student, doesn’t have much time or attention for homework so that’s where his grades fall
TIM/MASKY:
HUNK. This man is the star wrestler of the school. Probably in the 182lbs weight class. People are SCARED to wrestle this man.
Doesn’t talk much, just does his work and gets tf out. Honestly most people avoid him
Pretty good student too, high B’s to medium level A’s
He participates in the field portion of track and field. Loves that he gets to throw shit
BRIAN/HOODIE:
Baseball boy!! Those pants look damn good on him too. Usually a pitcher but sometimes a shortstop. Loves running so this shit is perfect for him. The girls LOOOOVE him. Like imagine Brian in the uniform with that goofy smile???
Also probably in yearbook (if he has time, he gives me lazy vibes)
Decent student too, probably high C’s and B’s
Honestly might dabble in bowling with Ben and Toby
EYELESS JACK:
No sports for him! If he was going to participate in any sports it would probably be swim team? Honestly not a sports guy though
But this man is in the honor society!! Like he’s SMART
Excellent student, like all 100%’s
Everyone comes to him for homework help, but of course he charges
BEN DROWNED:
Varsity bowling!! This man is a NERD and he’s damn good at bowling. Not quite a record breaker but definitely someone scouts look at
He started the team and reps it like no one’s business. He tries to get everyone to join.
He only gets good grades because he cheats
Also the leader of the gaming club!
SALLY:
She’s on the dance team 100%. Loves the outfits and looooves solo’s
But honestly she focuses more on 4H. She focuses on livestock and loves raising sheep. (Yes I know this is more of an out of school activity)
She’s probably in the garden club too! I feel like she just likes agriculture? Everyone gets along with her she’s just a sweetie
Great student! High A’s and she studies all the time
JUDGE ANGELS:
Either in marching band or color guard I can’t really decide. She either plays flute or trumpet! But if she’s in color guard she 100% has a solo/ feature moment in the show
She’s super shy but everyone seems to get along with her because she’s a sweetie #2
I also feel like all the guys try to get with her just because she’s so beautiful
Also a really good student! Studies all the time and probably has a study group
BLOODY PAINTER:
Another non sports guy! Doesn’t have anything against it but it’s just obviously not for him.
He’s the art club leader and takes it super seriously! He tries to get everyone’s art in papers, fairs, and exhibits.
Everyone thinks he’s kinda weird but they respect his dedication to art and others
Another really good student, he doesn’t have to study though
THE PUPPETEER:
School newspaper editor/writer. He knows everything about everyone and has no problem writing a dark column about them
No one talks to him at all, they don’t want him to write about them
He’s also a theater kid, idk he just gives me the vibes
Decent student, he’s just casual about it
JASON THE TOYMAKER:
Non sports guy pt. 197583.
He’s in the sewing club and absolutely loves it. Everyone thinks he’s gay for it though (Jeff teases the shit out of him)
He’s also a theater kid, more on the props side of it though
Also a high B’s student
ZERO:
She’s in ROTC and she makes it her personality
Tries to get Clockwork to join all the time and they’re besties
I feel like she’s kinda dumb so probably high D’s to low C’s
HOMICIDAL LIU:
This man plays golf and he’s super chill about it!
Wears his scarf out on the green lmao
Not popular at ALL and he likes it that way
Also a super good student and again, super chill about it
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A (long, sorry!) Hotch angsty/fluffy request!
Reader & Hotch are together, they knew eachother from around the bureau for years, then she was brought into the BAU after Emily died to fill in the gap since Hotch already trusted her (Hotch doesn’t go to Pakistan) & working even closer they realised how great they’d be together. They’re really caring & open & honest with one another; & they’ve never hid their relationship since it’s made them both so happy & they’re both so mature about it there was no issue.
She knows he had a no strings with Emily after his divorce, but she thinks Emily’s dead so it doesn’t effect her… & then Emily comes back 🤯 (R knows Hotch couldn’t tell her E was alive, & she never new E personally so doesn’t feel angry he kept it from her, no emotional investment in her death unlike the team)
But the next few weeks she notices how well Hotch and E work together and how comfortable they are. As if they can just look at eachother & have a whole conversation. She sees E as the epitome of everything she’s not, but wishes she was. R tries really hard to put on a smile the next few weeks & pretend everything’s okay, but she’s spiralling into self consciousness & self doubt. She’s pulling away & Hotch can feel it. Even Jack asks why she’s sad recently. That night before bed Hotch finally (very gently) confronts her & asks her why she’s pulling away. He looks distraught over it. She finally admits she’s been feeling really self conscious because E is so beautiful & strong & badass, & insanely smart, & they have such a great rapport, E’s way closer to hotch’s age, & have sexual history - so R is terrified he’ll realise he belongs with E bc she’s so much better for him.
He’s heartbroken over how she feels about herself, so spends ages convincing her all the ways he’s in love with her (they hadn’t said the big L yet) & reassures her in their relationship & makes her promise to talk to him if she feels self conscious again.
Maybe the next day she goes to try to bond with Emily after being distant ever since meeting her, but before R can explain Hotch kisses her so casually & no one else seems shocked while E had no idea cause everyone forgot to tell her 😅
You didn't know much about Emily, you just know her and Aaron did a no strings attached type relationship. But the one thing you knew right now, as she walked into the round table room was this: She's beautiful.
You couldn't help but let those intrusive thoughts get to you as you sat at the roundtable, trying to focus on Aaron's explanation when Derek was about ready to punch Aaron, or hearing Penelope's sniffles.
As Aaron was telling the team that Emily was back, you just stared at her in awe. She was beautiful, her smile was gorgeous, she was on the taller side, well, taller than you, her hair was gorgeous. She was all around beautiful. Now you know why Aaron used to fuck her.
But how could he not fall in love with her? How could he only do no strings attached? She was perfect, a badass in the field, she was everything you weren't. How could Aaron not see that?
You pushed it back of your mind, there were still people missing, you needed to do your job. This would have to be thought of later.
Later that evening, as you and Aaron made your way in to bed, he tried to kiss you, wanted you to sleep in his arms, but all you could think about was how much better he’d be with Emily.
Aaron was on top of you, trying to kiss down your neck.
“Aar- baby, I’m just too exhausted. Maybe tomorrow night?”
“You okay?”
“I’m really tired. It was an eventful day.”
As you turned the lamp off on your bedside table, you turned to your side, letting your back face him. He was confused, maybe you were tired for any strenuous activities, but he didn't know what was going on, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. Maybe he would try again in the morning? You were always a morning person, your favorite way of waking up was with him.
When the next morning rolled around, you were already showered and dressed before Aaron's alarm had gone off. It was weird, but maybe you were anxious about evals coming up soon.
It was a week after that when you had slowly paid more attention to Aaron and Emily. They were perfect for each other, in another universe, it should be them, not you and Aaron.
It tore your apart, you cried every single night before Aaron got home, cried on your way to work in the car. You had to put a smile on your face in the office. You were surrounded by profilers, but you knew you still had to hide it.
You overheard Aaron and Rossi talking, Aaron seemed so distraught when you looked through the glass window of his office. Why was he distraught? You didn't know, maybe it's because he wanted to break up with you to be with Emily.
That scared you.
When you picked up Jack from school, telling Aaron you'd handle Jack while he finished paperwork with Emily, Jack looked a little nervous, like he had something on his mind.
You weren't going to push him, if he was anything like his father, he would come out and say it eventually. He wouldn't be able to hold it in.
“Hey Y/n?"
“What’s up Jack?”
“Why have you been sad?”
“I’m not sad buddy!”
“No! You were! I saw you crying last night. Please don't leave Daddy and I. We love you. I love you! I don't want to lose someone else in my life. Please, y/n. Please."
Jack, a little 8 year old boy, was smarter than his father. It broke your heart. You couldn't leave. You couldn't leave Jack. Maybe Aaron, but you'd always have to be there for Jack.
"I'm not leaving, Jackers. I just have been sad."
"Tell daddy why you're sad. He gives the best hugs and kisses. I promise he'll make you feel better. Please, y/n."
"Okay buddy. I'll talk to daddy."
Over the next week, you were waiting to see if Jack would bring it up to Aaron, but he never did. You were becoming distant with Aaron. You thought Aaron didn't notice. It broke your heart.
As you slowly watched Aaron and Emily over the past few weeks, case after case, you watched how they were always in step with each other. One look from both of them and they already knew what the other one was saying.
Aaron used to pair you and him together on cases, but now you were getting paired with someone else on the team, which you absolutely loved because they were your best friends, but to be pushed off to the side, no explanation?
It was hurting you, it made you think... What if Aaron is fucking her on the side of the highway when they're going to the police station, what if they were hooking up in his office when you left for the night, picking up Jack.
You know Aaron wouldn't, well, you think Aaron wouldn't. But you've known him for about 3 years, but have dated him only for 6 months. Maybe Emily was the one who got away and he realized it.
You were pulling away. You knew that. You hated it but your self-conscious was telling you otherwise, that you had too, that you didn't deserve Aaron.
You wanted to love Emily, everyone on the team loved her. But you couldn't, not when she was always with Aaron, not when they made the perfect team, walking in-sync all the time. Not when all it took was for them to look at each other once on the plane and the other already knows what the other's thinking.
3 weeks of thinking like this had gone far too long, Aaron didn't notice, you knew it was maybe time to break up with him. That way, you could be the bad guy and he could get back with her. You would take the fall, that way he didn't have too.
Aaron was making his way into your shared bedroom, wanting to find you after the case it’s been. He knew he sent you home after you had gotten out of line with an officer. You knew you did, but the tension was just there when Emily was around him.
Aaron found you sitting on your side of the bed, watching a movie on the TV.
"Y/n, you have to tell me what's going on. Please, it's killing me."
When you looked at him, you finally saw it, the look of distraught all over his face, sadness in his eyes. You were going to break.
"Emily's perfect for you. How can you not see it? There has to be something there, especially when you two have history. You've known her way longer than you've known me. She knows things that I don't know about you. How can you stand in the same room and not want to fuck her, Aaron? She's beautiful. She's perfect, she's smart. She's so good at her job. She faked her death and survived in Paris. I'll be the bad guy and break up with you."
"No. No, sweetheart. She knows things about me that you don't because I don't want to scare you away. I want to be your knight in shining armour and I can't be that if I have all this baggage that you know about. Honey, You want to know how I can stand in the same room as her and not want to fuck her? Because I want you. You're the only one for me. I know it. I want to kiss you in front of the team. I want to be the name that you're screaming in the bedsheets. I want to be the one who puts a smile on your face. I want you. I'm in love with you. I want to marry you, not her. I love you, Y/n."
You couldn't hear him right. Did he just say he loved you?
"Aaron."
"I know we haven't said I love you yet, and you don't need too. But I wanted too. I love you. I've been so distraught over us the past 3 weeks. You've been pulling away and I should have known it was something to do with Prentiss coming back. You have to talk to me honey. Please, the next time you're caught up in self-doubt, tell me right away. I promise I won't get mad."
You sniffled and leaned into his touch. You don't know when his hand made it's way to your face, but you just know you were happy you had some type of physical touch with him.
"I'm sorry, Aaron. Why don't we invite her over for dinner tomorrow? She can see Jack, we can even invite the rest of the team tomorrow?"
"We don't have too."
"I want to, Aar. She doesn't deserve the cold shoulder for me. It's not her fault she's perfect."
"Hey! You're perfect. I want you. Remember, I'll always want you now and for the rest of my life. I want to marry you someday."
You kissed him and you found yourself laying on your back, Aaron's body enveloping yours.
"I love you, too, Aaron."
The next morning, as you were at work, you walked over to Emily's desk. Knowing you needed to invite her over for dinner tonight.
"Hey Emily, I was wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner tonight?"
Before Emily had time to respond, you felt Aaron's hand on your back and he moved his way in front of you to kiss you, telling you he's going to pick up Jack and he'll meet you at home.
You could hear laughter in the background and then you caught a glimpse at Emily's face. She looked confused, so you were confused.
"Hotch, you're banging her?"
"Not only am I banging her, but I'm gonna marry her some day."
The look on the entire team's face made you and Aaron laugh.
Emily said, "I had no idea you two were a thing, BUT, I see the chemistry, so I was going to tell you to man up and ask her out, but it seems like you did. You're perfect for him."
You smiled to yourself, it was a seal approval from Emily whether she knew it our not. To have the woman who you were so self-conscious about say that she sees the chemistry between you and Aaron and that you're perfect for him really made you realize that you and Aaron were perfect for each other, you two would be okay, and you were destined to be his wife someday.
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The One That Got Away - Chapter Ten
Warnings: tw: child abuse, tw: physical abuse, tw: verbal abuse, angst, heart-to-heart, language.
Word Count: 1.6k
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader
A/N: There are TRIGGER WARNINGS in this part - please heed these, and if you think you’ll be affected by any of them, please do not read.
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Y/N and Dean danced delicately around the things they really should be discussing. They talked about their careers, the town gossip, and what they’d been up to for the past twelve years. She wiped down Dean’s kitchen, ignoring his protests, and now that the surfaces gleamed, Y/N felt the tension in the room rise. She couldn’t take much more of dodging the elephant in the room, it was driving her crazy, and she could feel her hackles rise the longer they stayed awkwardly quiet with each other.
It had never been like this between them before. Not even in the hospital had it been so electrically charged, and it terrified Y/N. She grabbed plates, cutlery, and pie and headed back to the dining table, where Dean quickly sliced and served them a piece of the sweet pastry treat.
“So, uh, Bobby told me about your dad. I’m sorry, Y/N/N,” Dean spoke, breaking through the thickening tension. And there it was, the first elephant in the room. Y/N shrugged with indifference before she carefully responded.
“It is what it is. That man must’ve gone through five bottles of Jack a week, maybe more, for the past twenty years. It was bound to happen,” she finished and took a mouthful of pie.
“Have you seen him yet?” Dean asked, and she shook her head. “You gonna?” he prodded gently. Y/N shrugged again as she chewed the pie, responding after she swallowed.
“I know I should, I’ll probably regret it if I don’t, but there’s nothing that can be gained by me going there. According to Bobby, he doesn’t remember anything, so an apology or an explanation for what he did isn’t coming, so why bother? It’s not like I’ll get any closure from it,” Y/N shoved another piece of the pie in her mouth, and Dean studied her expression a little more before speaking again.
“So, it’s unlikely he remembers what he did to you?” Dean clarified, and she nodded. “But you won’t know for sure if you don’t see him. It might give you some peace or closure seeing him again even if he doesn’t remember-”
“I remember, Dean,” Y/N said a little louder than she intended. “I remember everything that happened when I was a kid, and anything that happens or is said or not said in that room will stay with me for the rest of my life, and he’ll get to remain blissfully ignorant of all of it. How’s that for closure?” she huffed.
“I just need a little more time to figure out what will be easier for me to live with. Will I be able to live with things the way they are now and happily never see him again? Can I face him knowing he’ll never apologise? Not even remember what he did?”
“I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you,” Dean said as he took her hand.
“Can you tell Bobby that?” Y/N scoffed a sad laugh. “He won’t get off my case. ‘Speak to your father,’ ‘speak to Dean,’ like it’s not hard enough coming back here after being away for so long and knowing I hurt people. He just expects everything to be fine, and I’ll slip back into the folds, be accepted, and fit in like the past decade never happened. It’s daunting, and I don’t know if I made the right choice coming back here, and I’m scared…”
“Okay, alright, stop and breathe,” Dean said as he gripped her shoulders. “First off, it’s your decision what you do about your father, alright? You hit the nail on the head, Princess. You, and only you, know what’s best for you, so you need to tell Bobby to back off and leave you be,” he smiled softly as she laughed, glad he could ease her worries just a little.
“Second, never doubt that you don’t fit in here. You do. It’s your home. The family you have here will always be your family. Blood or not. That won’t ever change. Were people hurt that you left? Yes, absolutely. But were any of them as hurt as you? No. Not even close. They were hurt because they didn’t know the extent of what was happening and felt like they’d failed you in every way.”
“I never told anyone, Dean. Only you,” she frowned, a slight look of accusation crossing her features.
“And I never told anyone, I swear to you. But, Princess, it was no secret your father was an alcoholic. It didn’t go unnoticed that there was some level of neglect. That you had to look after the both of you much younger than any kid should have to,” Dean said as he placed his thumb and forefinger on her chin and pushed gently to force her to meet his gaze.
“The bruises, cuts, broken bones,” Dean continued, “were mostly hidden, but more than once, mom asked about a black eye or the fingerprint bruises on your arms. The black eyes I explained away as your clumsiness,” he smiled softly at her sad laugh. “The bruises as you were probably putting your dad to bed,” Dean swiped the tears from her cheek that had fallen.
“And then, Bobby and Mom got letters telling them everything, and the guilt and hurt they had because they didn’t help you-”
“When I started school,” Y/N interrupted, “my father sat me down and said that if I told anyone about the drinking and the hitting, he’d be taken away, and I’d never see him again. And because I didn’t have a mother, I’d be taken far away from Uncle Bobby and you guys and be put in a foster home. I’d never see anyone I loved ever again. It’s why I didn’t tell anyone. Except you. And why I was so insistent that you didn’t tell anyone. That’s on me, not them.”
“It’s not on you, Y/N. Not telling anyone was the decision of a frightened little girl stuck between protecting herself and protecting her father. She did what she thought was right and tried to protect both of them. All she had to do was hold on and keep pretending ‘til she was old enough to get the hell outta Dodge. Well, Lawrence, technically, but you get what I mean!” Dean smiled at the soft chuckle she gave him.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, or it’s too soon, tell me, and it’s dropped,” Dean said and licked his lips. “Mom wants to reach out to you. She misses you. I do, too,” he finished as he gently took her hands again.
“I’ll call her, and maybe we can arrange something when I come off night shift rotation next week,” Y/N said quietly. “I miss her too,” she smiled sadly. “But I miss you the most, and that scares me.”
Dean saw the water pool in her eyes and frowned. He’d thought she might be overly guarded tonight, having not seen each other in so long, and that it’d take longer for her to put her armour down. She did have shields up, he could see them, but his Y/N, his girl, was cautiously peeking over them, just waiting to bring them down completely.
“What scares you, Princess? Me?” he asked, following her lead and lowering his guard slightly.
“God, not you! Never you, Dean. I’m scared of this. Us. You invited me here, said we needed to talk, and yeah, we’re talking, but not really about what we need to talk about. There’s this…” Y/N trailed off, hands gesturing wildly, trying to find the right words. “Vibe… this tension that is slapping me in the face, and quite honestly, I can’t figure out if you wanna kiss me or yell at me. And that scares me because there was a time when I could read you, cut through all the bullshit and get straight to the point.
“And yeah,” she continued before he could respond. “That’s my fault. Because I left, and it’s been a long time, and we’ve probably grown apart. Changed beyond the other’s recognition,” she finished and ran her hands down her face in frustration.
Dean wasn’t sure what she was trying to say and couldn’t predict where this would go. Yes, they had both changed, but he wasn’t sure he’d changed as much as she had. He was proud of who she’d become. Everything from how she carried herself to how she spoke with more confidence than he’d ever heard from her astounded him. He couldn’t wait to get to know her all over again. The spark of physical attraction was still there for him. She was as beautiful as she’d always been. More beautiful. He also couldn’t deny that he thought her confidence was quite the turn on.
“Alright,” Dean said. “Let’s get the ball rolling. I read your letter. Mom gave it to me the day you met Jess. You thanked me for not asking you to stay?” he questioned.
“Yes. You probably saved both our lives that night,” Y/N smiled sadly.
“Princess…” Dean whispered, and she shook her head, cutting him off.
“You might not realise this, but I know you. I know you better than you know yourself. My father would’ve gone too far again, and you’d have killed him. And because you’re a good man, you’d have turned yourself in,” she said as she touched his cheek, caressing his jaw with her thumb.
Dean’s lips tightened, and he nodded once, confirming that was precisely what he’d have done.
“So, tell me, Dean,” Y/N said. “What are we doing here? What do you really want?”
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