#((YA BROKE HER DUDE! X'3))

[copaceticjillybean]

" good girl ! " :)

Jillian had been ecstatic, having gotten to make her idol's acquaintance at long last. It has been a dream come true, and she'd been doing everything in her power to not ruin it by embarrassing herself. And she'd felt she'd done a pretty good job of avoiding that...right up until this moment. Jillian had wanted to do something kind for Alastor- he's been so sweet as to go on that walk with her, after all- so she'd whipped up a nice lunch of gumbo and cornbread for him. And upon presenting it to him, knowing how well mannered the radio demon was, she'd expected a polite thank you, or maybe even one of his famous smiles. ...needless to say, that had not been what she'd gotten. The words out of Alastor's mouth had an instant effect on the shorter sinner, and Jillian felt her knees go weak. She buckled, falling to the floor (thankfully only after setting the gumbo and cornbread onto a table) before looking up at the radio demon. Yellow eyes were wide and dialated, fluffy ears were pinned to her head, and her tail was wagging at about a mile a minute. Jillian opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, attempting to find something, anything to say, before finally managing to squeak out. "I-I am?"

[munsonsreputation]

I should hate you was so good I feel like screaming omg I am OBSESSED WITH YOUR FICS !!!'!!!!

THE MORNING AFTER

anon, it's your lucky day!!! im a total idiot that forgot to include the morning after scene...so here ya go!!! if you want to read part one, check it out here <3

steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: enemies to lovers, cursing, mentions of sex, overall fluff and humor hehehe

summary: eddie and jonathan catch you and steve in a pretty awkward position, too bad they saw it coming and all they really want to do is figure out who's the winner of their stupid little bet -- you and steve just want to take each other in...and steve wants to hear you call him 'baby' again and again.

The sun had risen nearly an hour ago, the cold air just barely dissipating with the warmth of the present rays, but the sun wasn’t the only one greeting you with good morning. Jonathan and Eddie remained outside Steve’s tent, ogling at the sight of you and Steve laying not just in the same vicinity, but literally in each other’s arms.

“They didn’t sleep together, Ed—” Jonathan attempted to reason, getting cut short by Eddie of course.

The metal head tsked his tongue noisily, glaring, “How’re you gonna say that when she’s wearing his t-shirt and her shorts are over there in the corner?” He pointed to the garments that looked to be thrown around in a haste.

A sexual haste, that is.

Jonathan shrugged, swallowing thickly, “M-maybe she got cold and–”

“You’re telling me someone who got cold in the middle of the night just decided to put on a big ole t-shirt but completely strip off her pants?” Eddie cackled loudly, nudging his shoulder, “Now you’ve got to either be the stupidest—”

Steve roused awake, eyes stretching themselves open to figure out that the hell all the bickering was about especially so early in the morning. It only took him a few seconds to realize that his tent was unzipped, his two friends staring at him like nothing strange was going on.

“What the fuck, guys!” Steve broke before immediately sealing his mouth shut, realizing that you were still fast asleep beside him, literally clinging to his torso.

Jonathan waved him off, gesturing out to calm Steve down, “Chill dude, your dick isn’t out or anything, but even if it was, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

Eddie smirked, eyes flashing to your figure that was only half covered with the blanket due to your tossing and turning during the night.

“We can however see her ass cheeks hanging ou—”

Steve’s eyes grew, drawing down to your body that had kicked off some of the blanket during your sleep. The lace of your underwear peeking out along with some skin that was only supposed to be for Steve’s eyes. He quickly draped most of the blanket over the exposed skin, hoping they didn’t see too much of you.

“Get the fuck out!” He hissed sharply, pointing at his friends hoping they would just listen to him for once.

But alas, the commotion had interrupted your dream, groaning as you rubbed at your eyes and wiggled under the covers.

“What’s going on?” You mumbled before yawning out.

“Good morning!” Eddie started enthusiastically, clapping his hands together to fully get you awake and then Jonathan spoke up.

“Mind telling us if you guys just ended up making out last night or if you went all the way, cause we kinda made a bet and now we need to figure out who owes who what.”

Your eyes widened, neck snapping up at them as Steve whispered a curt apology that fell on your deaf ears. The last thing you wanted was for any of your friends to find you this way, not that it was embarrassing to be seen in such a state with Steve… you just didn’t want them to find out like this.

Obviously, that plan failed horribly.

“You guys clearly lack personal space and privacy don’t you?” You glared, pulling the covers up to your collarbones attempting to hide like that would make them forget the scene in front of them.

Eddie beamed like a prick he was crossing his arms over his chest. “Just answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Here’s my answer… fuck off!” You flipped them the bird, having enough of their teasing as you stretched up to push them away and zip the tent shut before you fell back into the pillow.

Steve couldn’t help but snort, shaking his head at the voices that quieted in the distance, his two friends still arguing over the stupid bet.

“I think you found two new people to take your anger out on,” Steve snickered, folding his arms across your hips and nuzzling his face into your neck.

You sighed, craning your neck out to give Steve more room to place random kisses across your skin, something you didn’t know you were missing out on for so long. For your first morning waking up beside Steve, he sure did know how to make you want more.

“Jonathans too nice and Eddie’s just an idiot sometimes.” You answered with the roll of your eyes that he didn’t see.

“So am I still your most hated?” He teased, poking at your ribcage making your jolt and you smacked his chest.

He came out of hiding, head tilting up at you to hear your answer. “You should be…” you bit your lip, “but I’m afraid you’re actually gonna be my new favorite.”

“Already?” He wiggled his brows with a smirk, shoulders shimmying under the covers in some sort of lame victory dance.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington.” You retorted, poking his cheek.

He pouted, taking your hand in his, “No c’mon, call me that other name…” He insisted, or more like whined, kissing your knuckles with a self indulgent smile on his face.

“Baby,” you murmured, giving into him with the smile gently taking over your features, “Don’t flatter yourself, baby.”

He grinned, holding your cheeks in his palms, kissing you softly, “I’ll try not to. No promises, though.”

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a/n: it is so like me to forget to paste this scene into the actual fic 😭 thankfully it all worked out and posting it as a blurb is actually a pretty good idea since i want to expand on steve and reader hehehe. im thinking of opening up my request for some blurbs with these two because writing for them is so fun!!! let me know what you think and thank you so much for all the love and support 💫🩷

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bad idea, right?

Charles x Fem!ex!reader

Summary: Charles and you break up but just can’t stay away from each other.

A/n: Another Charles social media au 🤭

Also, I love Alex so no hate to my girl okay 😞😘

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E!News

liked by f1fan, y/nbabe and 729.689 others

E!News After Break up with long term boyfriend, Y/n was spotted in Harry Styles car crying. Find out how the it couple broke up in the link in our bio!

user727 nooooo

userboo EXCUSE ME

Y/nbabe WHAT?WITH WHO? IM SORRY

leclercfan16 Broke up and hopped onto the next guy. What a whore

y/nmywife shut the fuck up.Y/n and harry were friends BEFORE she dated charles

user57 dude what

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E!News

liked by f1fan, y/nbabe and 968.629 others

E!News Charles Leclerc was spotted with a new girl just 3 weeks after the break up with his long term girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n. Was this the reason for their sudden split? Click the link in our bio to find out!

y/niswifey the resemblance between y/n and his new girl💔

user46 He’s got a type..

user19 this hurts more than my own break up istg

Y/ncharlesendgame god lord

User59 I just wanna cry.

User70 who’s she?

User402 This hurts but the fire album we’re gonna get gives me hope for SOMETHING

user29 She’s gonna roast him😭

y/nmylove oh he’s so done lol

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y/ny/l/n

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y/ny/l/n Burned.Out now on all streaming platforms

tagged harrystyles

taylorswift 🔥❤️

liked by y/ny/l/n

zendaya amazing ❤️

y/n/l/n love you 🐨

y/niswifey OH ITS GOING DOWN

user68 “Your new girl is my clone” MOTHER OMG

userlol she knew she ate

y/nbabe I mean they do look a lot alike.. But we haven’t seen them since like 4 months 👀

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E!News

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E!News Charles Leclerc and Y/n Y/l/n were spotted after one of his races, 11 months after their break up! Are we witnessing a comeback? Click the link in our bio for more!

y/niswifey pleaseeeeee omggg

f1.cl16 I want them back so baddddd

user89 Id sell my soul to know what they were talking about

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y/n posted a story

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y/ny/l/n

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y/ny/l/n are you ready, nyc?

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y/nupdates

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y/nupdates CHARLES AND CARLOS AT Y/N‘S SHOW TONIGHT OMGGGGG

y/niswifey are they back together now? Are they not?😭

user89 maybe we’ll find out tonight 😦

use.r29 His mom and arthur were also spotted there😭

y/niswifey Oh she be having a family reunion 👀

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y/n

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y/n love performing w ya 🩷

harrystyles me too👀🩷

user68 what’s happening? I know he is co writer but AHHEEJWVEJWFZ

user58 I like them but i need charles and y/n back istg

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y/nupdates

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y/nupdates Y/n was spotted being super cozy with her co-writer and friend Harry Styles

user68 WHAT

y/nishot help, I'm still at the restaurant

user57 nonononono, MOTHER WHY

user29 I love harry but i just don't think he's a good fit for her

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Im no longer your muse 🛥️

arthur_leclerc 🔥

user18 why do I have a feeling the caption is directed 🌚

y/nbabe first it seems as if he and Y/n get back tg and then she gets w harry.Im so confused rn😭

f1fannnn she never said that they’re back together 🤷🏼‍♀️

y/nbabe still feels weird smh

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Part 2 will be uploaded soon!

[small-sinclair]

Hehehe I love you’re writing, here’s another request, angst with a happy ending

7. I told you that I fucking loved you and you stood there and laughed at me (angst prompt list)

9. “I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you.” (Fluff prompt list)

Reader confessed their love, Bo laughs (it’s out of disbelief reader doesn’t take it that way) reader leaves, Bo comes home in the evening, obviously dude sucks at his emotions and they argue and then Bo ends up word vomiting a love confession too, little kissy at the end :3

Ooooooo. This is a nice one! Had to think about this one for a moment, but I think I have something for this :3

Bo x grey reader

What a Fool

Tw: sfw, confused Bo, mention of future killings, mention of murder/using a person, lovely Bo at the end,

When you told Bo how you felt in the garage, he had to take a double take on you. He looked at you in a mixture of disbelief and... hurt? Why does his baby blue eyes look so hurt when you said you want to spend the rest of your life with him?

"Say that again, honey?" He asked, wiping his hands over his pants, oil stains on his face. He was working on a 2004 Jeep today, and the motor was giving him trouble. "I think the heat is gettin' to my head."

"I said," you take a breath, "I love you, Beauregard Sinclair." You felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach and head. The way the golden afternoon light touching his skin and his wrist made him look like a saint. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

The corner of his lips twitched as a goofy smile cracked. At first, you thought he was happy, but when he started laughing hard and held him stomach, your confidence fell. He looked at you, trying to keep a straight face, and laughed harder.

He wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, y/n--what? Did Lester put you up to this? Goodness me, darlin'. You're the funniest human alive." Bo turned back to the jeep. "What a joke."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You burst into tears, turning on your heels, and left the garage. You didn't mean to start crying, but a cry escaped your mouth as you ran out the garage, pushing Lester aside as he brought visitors to the station. Lester raised a brow at you then looked back at Bo, who was following you behind, confused as ever. The group--two girls and one guy--watched as you ran up the hill towards the house. You want to throw yourself on the closest thing like a Disney princess does in a moved when their love denies them. Is this what it feels like to be broken hearted?

One of the girls didn't stop watching you go until Bo said, "Don't mind 'em. They're actin' funny."

"I don't think they are, mister," the blonde said. "I've seen a broken hearted person, and that one," she thumbed over her shoulder, "just lost all of their love all at once."

The red head girl nodded. "Yeah, man. The hell did you do to them?"

Why don't you mind you own business? Bo wanted to snap, but he had to keep the good southern charm on. Maybe they won't do anything about it?

"It don't matter," Bo said, waving it off. "Y/n just said they love them."

Lester's eyes lit up like a puppy being given a bone. "Really? That's great!" He had the biggest smile on his face. "They were real nervous about it but I told 'em 'at y'all love 'em, too, Bo!"

Oh... no. "They weren't lyin'?"

Lester's not one for violence, but... "Wha did ya tell 'em, Bo?"

Bo's blood ran cold as he covered his mouth. Man, did he feel like a prick. "I thought they were jokin' an'--"

"Don't tell me you laughed at the poor thing!" The blonde said in disbelief. "Please say you didn't?"

"Yeah, I did." Why is Bo talking to the people he's going to kill? "I thought they were jokin' an' Les put 'em up to it!"

The man shook his head, clicking his tongue. "That's cold, brother."

"Ain't your brother," Bo snapped, pacing back to the counter then towards the group, covering his mouth. "Really fucked up 're."

"Yeah! Crashed and burned seems to sum it up," the red head said. She nodded at the door. "You should go after them and say your sorry."

The blonde nodded in agreement as she checked her phone. "Yeah, mister. If you go now, you can beat the rain." She then held up her phone. "Cause, like, it'll be cheesy as hell if your run through the rain to get to them."

Lester had to nod in agreement. "Yeah. Super cheesy."

Then the man held up a hand, asking, "But do you feel the same about them? Like, do you love them?" He shoved his hands back in his sweatshirt. "Because if you say it and not mean it, it'll be Oversvile for you."

"Brendon's right," the blonde girl said. "Because that could make this worse and you might lose a friend." She then looked at the red head and asked, "Remember Will did that, Macy?"

Macy, the red head, nodded. "He played me like a fucking room after that, Percy." She then looked at Bo. "You better figure it out, man."

Bo chewed the inside of his mouth as he placed his hands on his hips, thinking. What did he think of you? Sure, he would laugh with you, talk with you, sleep and hold you. Part of him wanted to kiss you when you dragged him outside to watch the fireflies dace over the wildflowers. The way you spun in the flowers as you tried to catch stars in your hand and held yourself so soft and gentle around them, your smile always warm. Cracking up laughing when Jonesy jumped up to lick your face made his heart swell like no other. Every time he was around you, he felt so calm and lighter. Bo's heart ached when you would curl up closer to him at night, hugging his wrists and scars with so much love. He hated when people looked at you wrong, and he hated when you were taken away from him just to talk to a group of people. When you fell down the spiral stairs and hurt your knee, he wanted to bend over backwards to make you stop crying. He hated to hear you cry, to see your sadness, to see your frown... He hated seeing you run out of the station, holding her face, crying. It felt like a bullet to the chest.

So, why did he laugh? What made him think that it was a joke?

Then it hit him: Trudy said it and never meant a word. The only love he's every felt was... was with you.

"Oh, shit," he said under his breath. "What did I do?" He then looked up at the group then at the door. He heard the soft rumbles of the thunder and flashes over the sky. Fuck the killings, fuck the group... he wanted you. Sweet, perfect, beautiful you.

Macy seemed to be reading his mind. She stepped aside, and held her arm out as a path to the door. "Well, get after it then!"

That was all he needed to hear. He hurried pass them and started up towards the house. The group be killed or not, it doesn't matter. You were in that damn house alone crying. What a fool he is! A damn fool! Here you were, in the shop, looking nice than normal, all dolled up for him, just for him, to ruin something that's been building up in his chest for weeks!

What a fool Bo Sinclair is.

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"I'm an idiot, Vincent!" You sobbed in your pillow. He sat on the edge of your bed and rubbed your back. "A dumb, love, stupid-stupid idiot!"

You scared him when you slammed the door, causing him to drop his coffee mug of tea. It hurts seeing you cry, but it hurts more knowing your crying over his dumb twin. Vincent just wanted to hit Bo with the tow truck--

"Y/n?" Bo called from downstairs, closing the door. "Darlin'?"

"Go-go away!" You chocked out, yelling back down. "I-I don't wan-wanna talk to-to you!" You heard his boots coming up the steps as rain pattered against the glass. You hugged your pillow tighter as you cried.

When Bo saw this scene, his knees didn't feel right and he felt sick. He did this to you. He made you cry. Goods, he's like his father--

Vincent glared at Bo as he stood. His hands moved quickly. 'Talk to them. Y/n's hurt. Fix it.' He stops at the door then looks back at Bo. ‘Fix. It.’

Bo took a deep breath and nods as he brother past by him, his eyes lingering over your crying form. He took careful steps in your room and sat on the edge of the bed. He folded his hands as he listened to your tears. The hallow pit in his chest caved in faster as you flinched away from his hand touching your knee. He hated himself more. He hated himself more than anyone.

"Hey, darlin'," he hummed softly, his voice echoing inside his chest. "Wanna talk to ya."

"Why?" You sniffed. "What? You wanna laugh at me more?"

Those words were like daggers in his heart. "No, no, y/n-- I didn't mean to laugh."

You turned on your side and sat up. You brought your legs close to your chest. He brought his leg up on the bed and shook his head. "I told you that I fucking loved you," you wiped your face, "and you stood there and laughed at me, Bo."

Thunder rumbled against the roof. "I didn't mean to, honest."

Your eyes were so red and puffy that he didn't want to look at you. "What am I to you, Beauregard?"

"What do ya mean--"

"What. Am. I. To. You?" You didn't mean to sound tired or angry. You didn't mean to curl your fingers into a fist. "Tell me. What?" You used your arm as a tissue to wipe away the snot. "Do you see me as a play thing? Want me in-in the basement like the rest?"

He felt disgusted. "No, no!" The near thought of you strapped down in some place horrifying like that nearly broke him.

"Then what am I to you?" You snapped, making him jump at the suddenness. "Am I a joke? A dumb person you thought it'll be fun to play with?" Then something clicked and your mind didn't want to go there, but it did. Your body started to shake. "Are you waiting for the perfect moment to kill me?"

Lightning flashed over his eyes, his blood running cold. Your voice being defeated. Your heart breaking in his hands all because he laughed? Calling them a joke? You. Perfect you. Breaking for a damaged Bo. Why? Why are you doing this to him? His arms reached around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. He held your head against his chest, his hand covering the back of your head protectively. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest.

You struggled against his grip to wiggle free, but it felt so safe, so loving. Luckily, your struggling failed as you cried in his arms. He hushed you softly, kissing the top of your head.

"Wanna know wha' you are to me?" He whispered as rain pattered like bullets. "Yer my first thought every morn. My last thought every night. Yer the reason I git outta bed to mak' coffee. I-I fucking live to hear ya say 'good mornin' ' to me, and it drives me crazy when ya don't say it." He held your head up and cupped your cheek. You were looking up at his beautiful eyes. Those baby blues that made you hit the ground harder. "I thin' 'bout ya when I work on the cars. I thin' 'bout ya when I smoke, wonderin' if yer cooking or bakin'. Shit," he couldn't help but chuckle at thought, "I've said yer name out loud with my last name: Y/n Sinclair." He blushes. "An' it has a good rin' to it, yeah?" You found yourself nodding. He rested his head in your hair, smelling the flowery shampoo you used this morning. "I don't know what ya did to me, and I like it, y/n," he looks down at you. "I like ya a lot."

"So," you hiccuped. "You love me?"

"I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you, darlin' y/n," he answered, laughing. There's a sparkle in his eyes when he asked, "Mind if I show you how much I love ya?"

You managed a nod as your cheeks flushed red.

He leaned down, brushing your lips gently with his rough thumb, and kisses you. His lips were cracked, but they felt like the softest pillows under you. The storm under your skin calmed when you pulled yourself closer, running your hands over his shirt sleeves, tugging him closer. He held your back up as he deepen the kiss. He took you in as if you were the last glass of cold water in July. His head spun as the thoughts of you twirling in the ran sent his mind a blaze, taking you as you were, putting his mama's ring on your finger to forever call you his.

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair," you breathed against his lips.

He smiled against your skin. "Say it again?"

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair." And you would say it until your dying breath.

[zepskies]

If You Want It To Be - Part 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: When your car breaks down after a hunt, Sam and Dean tow you back to the bunker for Christmas. This time of year gives you and Dean a little courage to be honest about what you both want. And what you want, is for him to see you. (18+)

AN: And here’s Part 3! This fic is an entry for @deanwinchesterswitch's TGWRC: Christmas in July event. 🩵❄️

Themes: Mistletoe (a classic), eggnog, Christmas dinner

Word Count: 3,600 Tags/Warnings: 18+! Smuttish, fluff and feels.

Part 3: Christmas Day

The next day, Christmas morning comes. You’re up early after a night of somewhat restful sleep (anticipation of today kept you up for a while). 

And so are the guys, though their enthusiasm isn’t as bright as yours. 

Everyone is still in their pajamas, the humans with their mugs of coffee as you corral your friends into the living room by the sparkling, multicolored tree.

During your trip to Walmart on your first night in, you managed to squeeze in some shopping for actual presents. Your wallet now hates you, and likely will until February. 

But it’s worth it to see the guys’ faces when they find their names on gift-wrapped boxes under the tree. Jack in particular wears an expression of wonder, almost like a little kid. It makes you smile. 

Everyone has a small gift from you, though they clearly weren’t expecting it. Sam accepts his parcel from you with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I don’t think any of us remembered about this part,” he says.

“No worries,” you wave him off. “It’s just a ‘thank you’ for letting me crash here for the holidays.”

You have a new book for Sam, an old-school Gameboy for Jack, a new set of ties for Castiel. You hold your breath when Dean sits down on the couch to open his. 

He considers the small box with slightly furrowed brows. He glances up at you. 

“What’d you do?” he asks. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Just open it, Dean,” you reply with a laugh. A smile twitches at his face, and he finally obliges you. 

Inside the black velvet box is a nice silver watch with a leather strap. 

Dean blinks in surprise. He glances over at his empty wrist where his father’s watch used to rest, but he hasn’t replaced it since it broke after the witch hunt in Indiana.  

You come over to sit beside him and point out the new watch’s features.

“This part is adjustable,” you explain. “I figured you could take it off and use the strap for your dad’s watch.”

A slow smile spreads across Dean’s face, warm and somewhat disbelieving. You bought him a whole new watch, just so he could use the leather strap for his old one. 

Something in his heart tightens, and also eases when he looks up at you. You’re smiling, a little nervous. 

And Dean can’t help himself. He cups a hand behind your head and kisses your cheek, wishing he could do more, but not wanting to invite curiosity. Already he can feel Sam’s gaze on both of you.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Dean says. “This is…it’s real nice. Thank you.” 

But Sam notices the warmth in his brother’s voice, and the way he looks at you. And the way you’re looking at him, like he hung the damn moon. 

It brings a suspicious smile to Sam’s face. 

When you offer to pick up breakfast, Dean intervenes and says you’ve done enough. Sam will get breakfast going, he insists. (And Sam, rolling his eyes, agrees with him.)

“I’m gonna step out for a sec, but I’ll be back,” Dean then says. 

“See ya later,” you reply with a little wave before you go to help Jack set up his Gameboy. Castiel is already sorting through his new ties, arranging them by color, then by pattern on the sofa. 

You glance over your shoulder though, and manage to catch the way Sam pulls his brother aside. You don’t hear what they’re saying, but it sparks your curiosity. 

“What?” Dean asks. Sam raises a brow at him, with a knowing smile. 

“Get her something good,” Sam tells him. 

“Dude, shut up,” Dean holds a finger over his lips and glances over at you. Thankfully, you seem invested in helping Jack. 

“I’m just saying. Put some effort in,” Sam persists. His eyes hold a teasing glint. “Nothing from the gas station.”

“All right, I got it,” Dean snipes back. It’s none of Sam’s business, really, but he already has an idea growing in his mind as he heads down to the garage.

Dean has all but disappeared since this morning. You thought the two of you were going to talk at some point, but you haven’t seen him all day. 

Maybe it’s stupid, but you start to wonder if he’s avoiding you. If the gift was too much…

Sam happens to catch you lost in thought while you’re glazing a large ham in the kitchen.

“Can I help you with anything?” he asks. 

“Sure,” you reply. “Want to peel the potatoes?”

You glance at the bag on the counter. Sam agrees and joins you to wash and start peeling for you. 

“Have you seen Dean?” you ask him, hopefully subtle. 

Sam’s lips start to form a knowing smile, but he dims it down. “He’s probably in the garage.”

“…Oh, right. God forbid I bother him while he’s working on his car,” you joke. Sam glances at you.

“Or yours, most likely,” he says. “He did promise to get it done by today. Didn’t you guys have a little bet going?” 

He knew about that? you think with a blush. 

“That was silly,” you admit. “It’s Christmas. He should just relax.” 

“When my brother says he’s gonna do something, he commits,” Sam says. “He deals with people the same way.”

You raise a brow at him. “What do you mean?”

Sam just smiles, like he knows something you don’t. He finishes peeling the last potato and sets it down on the counter with the rest.

“All right, what’s next?” he asks.

Once the ham is in the oven and the other side dishes you and Sam prepared are set off to cook, you return to your room to shower and get ready for dinner later. 

You decide to wear the dress you found while you were shopping, before you even knew your relationship with Dean would change. 

You almost went with a red lacy one, but there was something about this dress—green velvet, off the shoulder sleeves and flaring at the waist. It’s simple, but pretty. You pair it with some comfortable black flats. 

You spend longer getting ready, only having to redo your eyeliner once this time. Then you steel yourself, gaining some confidence, and you go downstairs. 

Jack is in the kitchen, sneaking a finger in the cranberry sauce.

“I saw that,” you tease. He stiffens like you’ve caught him red-handed. He quickly tucks his hands behind his back. He notices how you’ve cleaned yourself up with a polite nod.

“You look very nice,” he says. 

“Thanks!” you chirp, blushing lightly. “Want to help me set the table?”

Jack obliges you like the nice kid he is. You two set up the long dining table that the guys usually use for research, first with the new red tablecloth, then the plates and silverware and glasses. 

And finally, while Jack checks on the ham in the oven, you place the (fake) gold candleholders on each side of the table. 

Dean comes out of wherever he’s been hiding, right as you’re leaning far over the table to light a candle. You don’t realize how your dress rides up your thighs in the back, but Dean is captivated by the sight for a moment…until he clears his throat. 

“Need some help there, sweetheart?” 

His unexpected voice startles a yelp out of you. You flail as you lose your balance, but he hooks an arm around your waist and prevents you from catching your hand on fire. He brings you flush against him, smirking down at you.

“Nice reflexes,” he teases. “When’s your audition for the Karate Kid?”

“Oh, shut up,” you gripe back. 

You shoot him a playful glare as you rest your palms against his chest. But it loses its effect when you melt into his subsequent kiss. You reach up to twine your arms around his neck, letting your nails graze up the back of his neck and through his hair. 

He shudders a little, with a pleasant hum, making you smile against his lips.

He breaks from you with a customary Dean grin, which is equal parts flirtatious, amused, and a hint cocky.

“Miss me?” he asks. You smile through your blush, but you have to taper down your inclination to say yes. His gaze drags down your body with interest. 

“I like this dress too,” he says, and his voice fairly rumbles. Along with his scrutiny, it makes your face flare with heat. Your fingers play with a button on his shirt, red flannel this time. He rubs the soft velvet along your hip.

You tilt your face up to him, despite your lingering blush. 

“Where’ve you been all day?” you ask. He quirks a smile. 

“I’ll show you,” Dean says. 

Dean takes your hand and leads you downstairs to the garage. 

There you find the remains of your car, which has rusted out parts strewn haphazardly all over the ground. You raise a brow. This is how he fixes your car? 

“You are so not winning the bet.”

Dean snorts. “It’s an old rust bucket. Needs a complete fucking overhaul, or the scrap heap. If you really want, I’ll get the new parts, fix it up top to bottom…or, you could just take a stroll through my garage.”

He gestures around, where classic cars are lined up on either side of you. A wide grin spreads across your face. 

“Oh my God, you’ll let me drive one of these?” you say in excitement. 

“You can pick one out and take it home,” Dean replies. Though he doesn’t want to think about you leaving…maybe you two can talk that over later.

Your smile falters. “What? Dean, no. This is your collection.”

He pulls you in by your waist and gently bucks his hand beneath your chin. 

“Call it my gift to you,” he says. You notice his father’s watch once again rests on his wrist, with the help of the new leather strap you bought for him.  

“You’d really give me a whole freakin’ car?” you ask, tearing up and beaming bright at the same time. 

Dean brushes your cheek tenderly with curled fingers; his answer is in his eyes. You try your best to blink away your would-be tears. He catches the one that falls from the corner of your eye with his thumb.

“Why don’t you go pick one out?” he suggests, nodding behind you. 

Biting your lip, you reach up and kiss him sweetly before you get started. You miss the way Dean blushes a bit. Because you’re already meandering down the line of beautiful old classics. 

Soon enough you stop at an interesting red one.

“Ooh, this one’s nice,” you say. Dean is unimpressed. 

“No,” he shakes his head, crossing his arms. 

“What, why?”

“I ain’t puttin’ you in a Volvo. Come on, you can do better than that.”

“But it’s cute.”

“Remember, you’re gonna be driving across state lines,” he reminds you. “You want something reliable, strong.”

You huff and decide to keep looking, but you lay a gentle hand on the side mirror. 

“I might be back for you. Don’t go anywhere.”

A smile threatens Dean’s lips as he watches you. He knows for sure he’s losing the bet. But it’s worth it for this moment right here.

You flit between the rows of cars. Finally, you stop at a funky mint green one. It reminds you of a car your grandfather had when you were a kid, when he’d take you out for ice cream on a Sunday.

“You like that one?” Dean asks. He walks over and joins you at the car, soothing a hand over its hood.

“I think I do. What is it?” you ask.

“A Ford Thunderbird, 1960.” Dean’s gaze meets yours, and he smiles. “Good choice. 5.8-liter V8 engine. 300 horsepower. This gal was powerful in her time.”

“Let’s see if she still is,” you say with a grin. 

So you and Dean break out the Thunderbird into the open roads of Lebanon, Kansas. 

Dean gives you pointers on driving stick, as it’s been a while for you. But after a few minutes, you regain the hang of it and test the car’s powerful sounding engine. It almost rumbles as loud as Baby. 

“Oh, crap. What about dinner?” you realize. “The guys must be waiting on us.”

“Eh, they’ll live,” Dean says with a grin. “Keep going. There’s a park right around the corner here.”

Sure enough, you’re about to turn into a park that borders on a small, but beautiful lake. You probably should’ve brought a coat; the car’s old heater isn’t doing you much good in your little dress. 

But right now, you don’t care. Because this is a perfect moment, and you don’t think you could be much happier. 

You park the car in view of the sparkling lake. Before Dean can turn to you and ask what you think of the car, you’ve started climbing over the upholstery over to his side. 

“Whoa. Easy tiger,” he chuckles as you grunt and struggle. 

“Here’s my Karate Kid audition,” you joke, earning an even deeper laugh from Dean.

But he helps guide you into his lap, where you straddle his hips and reach down to anchor his seat back. The two of you laugh when it momentarily gets stuck, but Dean is able to fix it. With a turn of his wrist, his seat jerks back and gives you more room to maneuver. 

His warm hands smooth up the back of your thighs while you find purchase on his shoulders. 

“Hmm. You’re cold, babe,” he remarks with a frown, and he rubs your legs more to generate some warmth on your skin. “Should’ve brought your jacket.”

Your legs might be cold, but your face heats up at the way he calls you babe. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like you’re really his.

Your answering smile is both warm and playful.

“Who needs clothes when I’ve got a big, strong, flannel-wearing man to warm me up,” you tease, soothing your hands along his toned arms. 

It lifts his frown into an amused grin, even as he shakes his head and grips your thighs more firmly.

“Oh, so I’m a portable heater now?” he remarks. 

“Yup,” you nod with a grin as you lean down. “Do your job, heater.”

Swiping your hair over your shoulder, you lean down for a sweet kiss. But it quickly gains in passion as his tongue slips past the seam of your lips. His hands move to take a healthy grip of your ass, grinding you down into his lap. 

A pleased sound gets trapped in your throat when you feel his length pressing against your core through his jeans. You slip a hand into his hair, deepening the kiss and nipping at his lower lip.  

You feel like a teenager making out with your boyfriend in some backwoods clearing. But it’s an exhilarating feeling.

You never thought you’d be able to do this. Not with Dean. 

You cup his face in your hands and pull back a bit.   

“I love this car,” you say. “You really gonna give it to me?”

Dean smirks. Once again, your lipstick (though lighter this time) is smudged all over his mouth and chin. You wipe some of it off with your thumb.

“Maybe I won’t,” he says. “Maybe I’ll take my sweet time fixing that rusted out piece of shit sitting in my garage.”

You giggle against him, and his hands smooth up your thighs, rucking up the skirt of your dress.

“Is that your plan?” you reply. “Strand me at the bunker, make sure I can never go home?”

“Something like that,” he says. “Gotta keep my girl close.”

You huff. “Your girl? That’s presumptuous.”

“Oh, really?” Dean gives a deep chuckle. “Weren’t you the one who said this wasn’t a one-time deal?”

“No, you said that. I’m just along for the ride,” you quip.

But you think you’ve teased him too much when his amusement starts to fade. His green eyes dim to embers as he tilts his head.

“Is that right?” he asks. 

You soften, gazing down at him with a more genuine smile. You press your hand to the side of his face, letting your thumb sooth over the apple of his cheek. 

“Dean, of course not,” you say patiently. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”  

That admission is thick in your throat. It comes out at nearly a whisper. 

But then, the shadows begin to clear from Dean’s eyes. His lips curve into a more familiar smile.

He kisses you, and the two of you continue exploring one another. Not to mention, testing the limitations of a reclined car seat.

By the time you two get back to the bunker, the dinner table is a mess. The guys have clearly eaten without you, and now Sam is trying to explain the finer points of football to Cas and Jack in the living room. He pauses when he notices you and his brother walk in.

“Where’ve you guys been?” he asks. But he spies Dean’s hand resting on the small of your back with a smile. “The food is in the kitchen. All you need to do is heat it up.”

“Thanks!” you call to him on your way to the kitchen. 

Dean means to follow you, but he stops short when he sees a framed picture of Mary Winchester hanging on the wall in the living room. He draws closer to it, not realizing that the others are watching him. Most of them with curiosity, and one with hopeful wariness. 

His mouth curves with a slight smile. Someone caught her by surprise. He can tell by the way she’s looking over her shoulder in the 8” by 10” frame. She wears her favorite green jacket—one that Sam bought for her last year. Her hair brushes past her shoulders in a haphazard mix of blonde curls and waves. But her smile. That smile’s even more golden.

“Who put this here?” Dean asks. When he doesn’t get an answer, he glances back and finds his brother’s gaze first. He just smiles, but doesn’t look like the culprit. Dean moves on to Cas, who subtly shakes his head.

Jack, on the other hand, looks both guilty and hopeful, before his eyes fall to the folded hands in his lap. 

Instinctively, Dean wants to tighten up. But when he looks back at his mom’s smile, a little more of the edge in his heart crumbles. 

“She looks good there,” he says. He turns back to Jack and gives him a nod…and a reserved smile. The nephilim hesitates to return it, but when he does, it’s a genuine one. 

Dean moves on to the kitchen, where he pretends not to catch the way you’d been surreptitiously watching the scene from the kitchen. You duck your head and continue cutting some ham for the two plates you’ve set out on the counter.     

Dean’s face lights up when he finds the pies: pecan and apple. 

“Okay, you want mashed potatoes or macaroni with the ham?” you ask him. Dean raises a brow at you. You smile in amusement.

“What am I thinking? Both, obviously,” you say. 

“Obviously,” Dean quips with a nod. 

“Ah, well that’s interesting,” says Castiel. It stops both hunters in the kitchen with curious looks. 

“It seems you’re caught again,” the angel tells you, nodding up to the mistletoe poised above you and Dean. 

You roll your eyes, while Dean just smirks. You glance up at him with a question in your eyes. 

Should we tell them? you ask.

Dean’s smile grows. Hell, yeah.

He leans in to cup your cheek, and he kisses you soundly—something that shocks both angels…but not Sam. You close your eyes with a sound of contentment. You grab onto Dean’s shirt, holding him close.

“She didn’t kiss Sam that way,” Jack comments. 

Castiel recovers first, realizing what’s happened by Sam’s knowing look. 

“No,” Cas says in amusement. “I don’t believe she did.”

While Sam turns up the volume on the TV, giving you and Dean some privacy, Dean finally parts from you and tugs a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“You know, I promised you a car by Christmas,” he says with a grin. “Technically speaking, I did come through on that deal.”

You raise a brow, though a smile tugs at your lips. “Hmm. I suppose you did.”

“And if I remember right, I get a…what was it?” He pretends to recall with a raised finger. “Oh, that’s right. A consequence-free request.” 

“Here we go.” You roll your eyes, but amusement and warmth still gleam them. “All right, Dean Winchester. What can I do for you?”

He hums and seems to consider it. He makes a show of it, really, tilting his head, looking down at you with a deepening smirk. You fight not to blush under his scrutiny, even as your smile grows. Your hands rest against his chest, while his slide around your waist and pull you in closer. 

“How about you don’t go running off so soon,” he says, thumbing at your cheek. “Stay through New Year’s, at least.”

You’d be lying if you said you aren’t shocked. You raise a brow. 

“That’s your request?”

Dean shrugs, but his quirking smile can’t hide the fondness in his eyes. It warms you in a way you also don’t expect.  

Taking your chin with gentle fingers, he presses a lingering kiss to your lips. Your eyes close as you once again take in this heady feeling. Being with him still doesn’t quite feel real, but you’re holding on for as long as you can. 

When he eventually pulls away, he smiles at your slightly hazy face.  

“I already got what I wanted,” Dean says. “Now we just…keep this good thing going.” 

You really do blush this time.

“Got what you wanted, huh?” you tease. He gives you a wry look.

“Not what I meant.” Then he smirks, squeezing your hips. “But actually yeah, that too.”

You laugh and swat at his shoulder. 

“Well, since I’m honor bound. I suppose I can stay a few more days,” you reply. “And I mean, your birthday’s not long after that.”

Dean hums in agreement. “We talkin’ early birthday present?”

You flash him a cheeky smile and slowly slide your hands down his arms. 

“Then Valentine’s Day’s is just around the corner,” you add. Dean nods sagely, trying to temper his smile.

“Might as well stay through February,” he says.

You grin. “Ooh! St. Patrick’s Day!” 

Dean laughs genuinely then, throwing his head back. You hold onto the edges of his button-down shirt and tug him back to you. 

“What I mean to say is, I could consider staying longer,” you say. However long you want me, your tone suggests. “…I’ll just need to tie up a few things.”  

You know your father will be just fine if you decide to move to Lebanon someday soon. He now has his new wife to keep him company, and there isn’t much else tying you to your hometown besides nostalgia, and bittersweet memories of your mom.  

“Is that a serious offer?” Dean asks.

You grin up at him playfully. “If you want it to be.”

He smiles and kisses you again. The way he holds you, looks at you, it’s tender enough to make your throat tighten with emotion. 

“I do,” Dean says. He stares down into your eyes. “It’s you, sweetheart. For me too. Just you.”

 Your smile is tremulous, but oh, so bright.

“Good.” 

AN: And that's it, folks! 🥹 Let me know what you thought of Part 3. I truly hope you enjoyed it!

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[lillythecoolest]

Veneer x Reader In an Indie Band!

Warnings: None

Who would’ve guessed, Veneer, The pop singer that could buy 3 mansions, he’s a fan of your indie band? Yep! Even he doesn’t know how he found you, but the minute he heard you he knew he needed every single album. And of course, you’re his favorite member, your voice, your style, even the way you look in the music videos, he KNOWS he’s fallen. HARD. But he’d never go to a concert! He knows what Velvet would do.

He’d freak out if he knew you felt the same. You weren’t a big fan of pop at all, the bright colors and loud energy made your head hurt. But Veneer…He was different. His voice made your head woozy. Your members know how you feel, teasing and prodding at you to go to a concert! But you could never. He’d hate an indie artist, wouldn’t he?

“Cmon y/n, him and Velvet having a show next month at the rage dome! They actually need an opening artist, could we please?” Your member, Bea asked. “But…They’re probably looking for a pop artist. Do we look like pop?” You asked. “But they’ll even sell our albums there dude! I’m sure some people there would like us. Maybe even Veneer.” Your other member, Ezra told you. They held up the audition papers. “ACCEPTING ANY GENRE!” It wrote out in big letters. “I’ll…Let me think about it, okay?” You take the papers and walk back to your room, then you look at the picture of Veneer.

“N-Next!” Crimp called from the audition room. “Alright dude, you can do this! Just don’t look at Veneer. Or listen to his voice. Or even breathe.” Ezra said. “Get serious! It’s okay Y/N, we’ll do fine.” Bea says, patting you on the back. “I…I don’t want to do fine, I want to be the opening act.” you smiled. “That’s the spirit!” They both yelled. “Next!” Crimp called again. You all walk out and greet Velvet, then turn to Veneer, with his jaw to the floor. “Ohmygod, you’re here! I’ve loved your band for the longest time probably since it started!” He said. You pause, staring into nothingness. “YOU KNOW US!? DUUUDE, SICK! Just wait until your hear about Y/N-” Ezra continues. You look over at Velvet, who is visibly mad. After everything calms down, you finally start your song, giving it your best as the lead singer.

(just think sex bob omb /j)

Once you finish, you look down at your feet, then wipe the sweat of both nervousness and how hard you sang off your forehead. You finally look up at Veneer, who’s jaw was somehow lower then before. Then Velvet, who looked pleasingly surprised. “How was it?” Bea asked, looking pretty nervous, unlike Ezra, who had that stupid smile still on his face. “Fine. Better than I thought, actually. But no guarantee.” Velvet replied, her cocky “famous” demeanor sort of gone. “NO GUARANTEE?!” Veneer screamed, and you swear you can see him blush. “They’re preforming, no question. See you tomorrow for practice!” Veneer said as he ran off. Velvet ran after him, leaving you two with their assistant, Crimp. “Oh goodness, I don’t have a time yet…Uh, tomorrow at 9:00 next morning?” She said. But the two also left you with no words. “I think he likes you dude…” Ezra said.

8:50 the next morning, you show up at the place they said, sitting outside on the curb. “Are you sure we can do this? It’s just overwhelming knowing how many people are gonna see us.” Bea said, tuning her guitar. “I feel ya dude, I broke a drumstick from practicing so hard last night” Ezra followed up with. Soon enough, Crimp pops out, welcoming you all in. “Hello my little superstarssss! We are NAWT waisting any time!” Velvet says, obviously putting on a fake persona. She points at Bea and Ezra, looking at them with a sweet look, almost too sweet. “Too the back room with me!” “What about… What about me?” You ask. “Oh- Uh, Velvs thought it would be good for us to train together since we know each other.” He replies, obviously flustered.

After a while on training, you two start to work on stage presence. “You have to make your audience feel the song, like what emotion it gives! Try moving in a way that the song makes you feel.” He says. The song you’ve picked is bittersweet, something that doesn’t go with pop AT ALL, but it’s so different people might like it. You close your eyes and sway a bit, and then start singing. You walk around a bit, then accidentally bump into Veneer. Your eyes shoot open, and then you see. You see how close you are. Veneer smiles, making it even worse. “You’re- You’re very pretty…” you blurt out, immediately jumping off of him and running out of the room, leaving Veneer by himself, probably overheating from the intensity.

After a month of training, you guys are finally ready to do the opening performance. “Don’t worry about ANYTHING, you’ll do fine!” Veneer says, zipping up the back of your stage outfit. When you turn around to face him, his eyes light up. “Y…You look great in that…” “1 minute til you’re on guys!” Crimp says, seeing you two. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I’ll uh…Let you two have your moment…” “You got this! Break a leg!” He says, suddenly kissing your cheek. You pause. This isn’t happening, is it? You see Veneer run off, and see your friends run on. “Read- Woah, are you okay? You’re flushed, are you nauseous?” Bea says. “Ya can’t be sick now dude, I didn’t waste a month for you to be sick.” Ezra follows up with. “It’s- It’s nothing, I- I’m fine.” You stumble around, finally balancing. You breathe in and walk out.

The music ends, and you look to the audience. They start cheering so loud you can’t even hear yourself think. But one thing you can hear is Veneers distinct scream. After everything is said and done, you meet Veneer at his house. “Listen, I-I know I shouldn’t have done that so fast, but I bottled the feeling up for so long I didn’t want it to affect my performance. But I should’ve been more concerned about you.” Veneer says. “Hey- no I get that. And also…I have something to give you.” You say. “Oh- Oh yeah? What?” He says, perking up as soon as you even mention a gift. You softly kiss him on the cheek, looking at him like he looked at you.

hello! sorry I’ve been gone for over a week, I’ve been sortve burnt out, gaining and dropping hobbies n stuff, so uh here’s this :3 consider it for me being gone and my 100 follower special even though I’m at 118 followers, tysm!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[dayslynthesix]

Slice | Daniel Ricciardo x tennis player reader | part 2

laurencaspari

liked by redbullracing, maxverstappen1, dannielricciardo, ccaspari, yrossibutton and 455.233 others

laurencaspari time to see my boy doing his big boy shit, thank you redbullracing for the invitation, it was amazing to see 20 cars going vroom vroom for 3 days

danielricciardo im working my ass out for you

laurencaspari i want you to win, who do i have to bribe?

redbullracing good to see you here, lauren!

danielricciardo adm, that's my girl, go get one for yourself

elisebutton that's interesting, daniel brought my wife to the race and didn't tell me

maxverstappen1 take good care of my car, mate, I'll need it next year

user1 so it is true daniel will be driving max's car for the rest of the season?

user2 fast cars for a live

user3 i love how they appear to have 0 brain cells

user4 charles better watch his back because lis is coming for lauren

charles_leclerc im watching my back! but it is very difficult to compete with a wimbledon, rolland garros & etc champion!!!

elisebutton i love yaaaaaa

laurencaspari lis, i think is time for us to get divorced 😫

danielricciardo

liked by redbullracing, landonorris, maxverstappen1, laurencaspari, ccaspari, jensonbutton and 766.877 others

danielricciardo wow wow wow, it felt amazing to drive this car. thank you max for letting me have this one for a few days, thank you RedBull for the amazing work this weekend, thank you to my favorite tennis girl and thank you lis, it was amazing to share the podium with youuu, 1-2 for the bulls, LET'S GOOOOOO 🥇🥈

redbullracing good to have you back, danny ric, it was amazing to see you at the highest spot at the podium.

laurencaspari HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA YOU DID IT!!! (i didn't understand half of what happened but im very proud of you)

laurencaspari wow i date a formula one champ 😍

elisebutton hey max verstappen watch your back, danny ric is coming for ya, well done mate! im very happy to share that podium with you and it was amazing fighting you on track

maxverstappen1 well done, mate, im very happy to see you happy

charles_leclerc owntttt 😍😍

elisebutton 😍😍😍

laurencaspari 😍😍😍 hubbies

landonorris sorry to broke your trophy 🤭

user5 i love how she doesn't know anything anout f1 but every time the camera was on her she was screaming "go daniel"

user6 girl is just like us, if i was dating danny ric i would wear his merch all around

user7 tennis + f1 is what i need

laurencaspari

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laurencaspari girls trip with my sisters (and lis) + trying to teach the boys how to play tennis & tequila, obviously

charles_leclerc i think I'm ready to the australian open

laurencaspari sure, lets do it!

jensonbutton oh god

laurencaspari hey jenson, hope to see you in austin!

elisebutton i didn't liked the parenthesis 😭 what happened with our marriage??

laurencaspari you're not my sister, you're my wife!

priyacaspari the last few days of break before the season starts, looking forward to see you go to see me in turkey

danielricciardo she already bought one of the team jerseys

danielricciardo i dont feel ready to play the australian open bae 🤨

elisebutton i think you and charles would be amazing pairing each other 🤭

maxverstappen1 what about my invitation?

laurencaspari I CALLED YOU AND YOU DIDN'T ANSWERED

maxverstappen1 who in 2023 calls people???

user8 so i think we have some new tennis talents on the market, looking forward to see this dude charles leclerc and daniel ricciardo playing the aussie open

user9 i love how max is third wheeling for charles and lis and daniel and lauren, go king!

user10 someone asked lauren who was the most handsome driver at the qatar gp and she didn't even think about it and shouted jenson button so loud that the entire garage looked at her, that's my girl

user11 where's redbullracing adm?

danielricciardo 🤨🤨🤨

redbullracing big boss said im not allowed to crush his girl

user12 lauren is collecting friendship with drivers like pokemons

danielricciardo

liked by redbullracing, maxverstappen1, laurencaspari, landonorris and 766.098 others

danielricciardo finishing the season with a p1 felt amazing, love driving this beast. thank you redbullracing, i missed you a lot, now is just me and my girl (and my girl girls), see ya in march f1

laurencaspari this one i understand what was going on, victories suit you, my love ❤

redbullracing was very good to have you back, danny ric!

elisebutton big congrats, honey badger, you deserved it!

charles_leclerc im never ever again in my life will do a shoey, ill crash my car into the closest bridge before that

danielricciardo sorry, i cant hear you, the phone call is very bad

elisebutton that's because we're on the hospital YOU GAVE MY BOYFRIEND A STOMACH BUG

laurencaspari so that means that the first week of break is just us?

charles_leclerc no, im feeling much better! 🤗

maxverstappen1 i miss fighting you on track, let's see if we can do that next year

laurencaspari ill adulterate that power unit myself just for that

user12 they're so cute, i cant

user13 it took lauren just 4 races to learn everything she could about formula one

jensonbutton she had a great teacher. me. i was her teacher. and trust me, she asked the most suffering questions.

elisebutton dad, now she knows that a f1 car does have a reverse gear

user14 i just know that they break wont be just theirs

danielricciardo yeah, it wont, max already knocking on my dor and lis is on the phone with laure and charles is already with the boat 😬

user15 youre going on a boat trip??? its winter????

danielricciardo were going to brazil!!

user15 on a boat????

jensonbutton i wasn't familiar with that plan

charles_leclerc trust the process 🤗

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Cold Comfort

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Omg it starts without her nasally monologue

Oh shit dead chick

OH SHIT NOT DEAD CHICK

How’d she thaw that quick

Oh she’s a sibling

[Normal cleaning again]  He’s still disinfecting from that cough  [He and Dean would get along, given their germaphobic ways]

His hero would be GW [Normal’s real name, btw, is Reagan Ronald] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [You know how we know this?  Because he tells Alec to call him "Reagan" on his first meeting]  ☠️☠️☠️  [*sends screenshot of the script showing that conversation from “Two”*]  Normal you flirty dog

Who a poppa what  [Sivapathasundaram, I think.  According to the script online.]

That Lintlicker [Yup]  That’s Lintlicker

If he shrugs his damn shoulders. One more time.

["Bring Manticore to stage 3"  Ruh-roh]  Huh [Also, he calls him Deck alksdjf;laksdjf] I bet he does

I’m gonna not like her next season just cause of the hair! I like this hair

[Lydecker goes to capture one X-5, manages to completely miss the other one walking very pointedly towards her; buddy, you're just incompetent, okay?]  ☠️☠️☠️  [Legit.  Dude was right there]

Ma’am.  You don’t.  Touch.  Ya brother.  Like that.

Run over his toes Logan  [Doooo ittttttt]

"She got careless.  She got caught.  End of story."  Damn, Zach, you really never left Manticore for all you left Manticore, huh?  [Bitch then why did you go to her and tell her about this?  The Fuck?]

"This girl is gonna do what she’s gonna do, no matter what you or anyone else says. Now you’ve got two choices: back off or pitch in."  Poor Logan has learned this the hard way

You know what dumb blonde dude?  I don’t like you no more.  And is it solely because Logan is Tony… Maybe  [ngl, Logan's not bad this season.  Currently.]

Dude, Logan showing off

[Damn, but Zach is pissing me off]  I know

You know what?  Lintlicker is a horrible person, but he’s not racist. Gotta give him that.  [This is true!]

Okay, but this encounter between Max and Logan is pretty damn good, just saying.  Indeed, I'm coming to the conclusion that the s1!Max/Logan relationship actually... isn't that toxic.  Like, yeah, it’s got its issues, but it’s mainly not deeply problematic — just that she doesn’t want to admit that she’s growing close to him/developing a weakness, so she pushes him away; he’s refusing to admit his own feelings, so he pushes her away; and yet they both do care about the other, so it comes out in bickering and (should they have other relationships) light jealousy — in the way that “toxic” implies.  s2 is different, but s1?  Frankly, even the selfishness of her only going to him for help isn’t that problematic; they’re both, in essence, doing the same thing.  He offered his services as payment for her services, and they’re both trying to keep things professional despite their emotions not complying.  Like I said, s2 is different, but you’ll see that later.

These girls winking at him

OC!!! I love “the Afro puffs”

A smile!  I love it  [Half-smile]  Ya bastaaad  [You haven't seen him fully smile]  Yeah that won’t be for a while

☠️☠️  “Yummy”  I wouldn’t have trusted it  [AGREED]

"I'm an alcoholic; my name is Don" alkdsfja;lkdsjf  [Lintlickeraholic]

Oh god, my dude, shut up.  The music tho.  Is like he’s gonna turn into a monster and kill them all

"As you were" Buddy is damn military askldj  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [:(((]

[Poor Normal]  I KNEW HE SHOULDNT HAVE TRUSTED THEM

"As a small boy" aksldjflkajsf buddy!

“A HUMAN BRAIN”  [asdkfjlkj that's a lie, just to be clear]  I know

Herballl

This poor poor confused man

Buddy where are you putting the gun

These.  THESE PUNCHES.

His faces.  I’m dying.  Ded.  I’ve died.

[Okay, look, he's horrible, but.  It does bear mentioning that he knows their names still.  Just saying.]

This.  This bitch.  Just broke. His own finger. He is crazy af.  [Yup!  No excuses for him, but at least he holds himself to similar standards to those he holds his "kids", I guess?]  Meh, true.

– – –

Midpoint reaction: Ok so this one actually has my interest.  Zach… Well, buddy can go eat a di— he has annoyed me thoroughly, and Logan was very well composed to be dealing with such bullshittery.  So was the trainer — [Bling] — ‘cause, had buddy came at me with that attitude, I would have pressed on his wound and left.  

Lintlicker is *sigh*  well, he’s a bastard. Like, before I was just making fun of his name. But he was like just a typical bad guy looking for something he lost. He missed it everytime cause dudes kinda clueless. But yeah.  He is just a straight DICK in this one

And lastly WTF WERE THOSE PUNCHES

– – – 

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Omg  😂😂😂😂  [This is going wel- WHOA, DAMN, HERBAL!!!]  Herballl

Oh mah gawd im ded

This poor man  [This poor dude; all he tried to do was buy a messenger service!!!]

[Zach continues to annoy me.  I forgot he was this bad.]

Plot twist: Max comes back and they’re together.  [KSAJD;LFKJA;LDSKFJA;LKSFDJ]  Zogan  [Lach.  Because they LACH clothing]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [But also, please, god, no. That was a joke, nothing else!!!]

Oh Zach, shut up.  [Max and Logan are already bad enough about their relationship without you helping, buddy.]

Ma’am didn’t think this through too much

[Okay, it does bear mentioning; again, Lydecker is horrible.  But he does, perversely, care about his kids.  You'll see more later]  About like Brenner?  

– – –

Here we pause to have another “short” conversation:

Wench: Maybe, but more like... Like John.  Wants them skilled and capable and all; cares about them and will make the big sacrifices if necessary; has his priorities wayyyy the fuck wrong.  So, they keep bringing up the fact that Eva got shot.  And it's true, she did.  But --- and this is kinda a spoiler, but I've already spoiled it for you in past conversation, so... *shrugs* --- Lydecker has a supervisor at Manticore called Renfro.  And Renfro, later, kills one of Lydecker's "kids."  And it hurts/infuriates/bothers/whatever Lydecker so much that he actively turns his back on Manticore and helps Max/Zach/Logan/et al. start taking the place down.  (Assuming I'm remembering this correctly, but I think I am.)  He helps them break in, blow up the genetic stores that let them clone new soldiers, etc.  He's still around for part of season 2, ish, and he takes out more Manticore personnel (and, eventually, mysteriously disappears… I always figured he died for his betrayal, but I never read the books and don’t fully remember the show, so I don’t know if that’s confirmed/refuted).

Jezebel: Well shit! Respect… ish

Wench: Basically, he's like if you took Azazel and John and smushed them together.  His actions are largely inexcusable, but he does --- again, perversely and unhealthily --- care about them.  He wants them successful and doesn't much care about how he has to train them to get them there, but he still remembers their names, still cares about them, still wants them to be alive.  He pushes them to their limits, but, mostly, not beyond.  (e.g. yeah, that drowning scene was longer than was, per se, comfortable, but he also made sure no one died)  That doesn't rectify his behavior --- you know that I have very little fondness for either Azazel or John --- but it's something to consider.

Jezebel: Yeah I get it! I kinda hate it when they do that with characters, but like it at the same time. Hate, because if the guys bad. I want to not like him…. Not be able to justify him. But I like it cause I’m all about character development and a turn around story

Wench: He's definitely got the whole "Azazel's Chosen Kids" thing going, but it's not a competition; he's just got the weird, unhealthy care and willingness to do whatever it takes thing.  And he's very much like John in the abusive-as-fuck-but-also-distantly-cares thing.  Like, I don't like John --- he's horrible to all of his kids; his priorities are wayyy out of whack, and there are very few things that can be said to excuse his actions --- but I still accept that he cared about them.  It's one of those things that are hard to get; people can care, to some degree, about someone and still be unhealthy for them, you know?  And I think that he, at root, did care.  But a) he cared about revenge more and b) he felt that "keeping them safe" was equated with "caring" and "their only real, basic needs", and that screwed them up irreparably because his version of "being a good father" was not being a good father.  I think (hope) that was coherent… I’m still a bit drained from today, tbh, and I’m not sure I’m expressing myself well.

Jezebel: Oooof I feel ya.  And no, I fully get it

Jezebel, two seconds later: Wait, there are books?  And did I know that?

Wench: Yeah!  But apparently they're bad, treat Alec poorly, and don't do much with the story.  iirc. Idk, I haven’t read them for myself.  And no, I don't think you knew.

“Short” conversation of 20-plus minutes ends

– – – 

[Oof, this is already going well]  ☠️☠️☠️

[Also.  "Holy crap on Tuesday's toast" aksdjf]  Looool

Oh shit.  SHIT.

[Also, going back a few seconds… "You've got one of my kids"  See what I mean?]

☠️☠️☠️☠️ My dude

he said yes.  HE SAID YES!

NORMAL, you poor thing.  [I know right?!]

Omg.  I’m ded.  [No, Sketchy is]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [Oh, wait, he's been revived  :)]

Oh shit, Brynn.  You good, buddy?  [OH SHIT I FORGOT THIS STORYLINE]

I don’t think you’re good

She's not good

Zach YOU good?  [Probably not]

[Max has no faith aksdfj  I don't remember if Lydecker is actually above-board in his betrayal or not, tbh, but I don't trust it, so.]

[Not Max annoying me again]  They knew they had to get someone hot for this role… ‘cause she’s so annoying.  Balance.   [alksjdflkasdjf ACCURATE]

[This dude gives me Samuel-Campbell-vibes, but he's not.]  Yeah I see it

“What I’ve got-”  (Is a specific set of skills)

Well hot damn  [“Deck” was ready]  Lintninja  [Oh no, not another nickname!  :)]

["Hung"?  "HUNG"?  HANGEDDDDDD, my dude.  HANGED]  ☠️☠️☠️ hung sounds better 👀🤷🏻‍♀️  [Bitch, no it doesn’t; it sounds grammatically incorrect.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Once again: Lydecker with the perverse care for Brynn.  Is it in her best interests?  Hell, naw.  Is it genuine?  Yeah.

Aight, the tear got me… the face after lost it

These.  Well they don’t feel like normal sibling kisses.  Y’all too much.  [I knew you were gonna say something]

Ugly cry?  Ahhh wahhhh?  She old.  And y’all are just blowing all that wind in her face.

Poor Normal

☠️☠️☠️

[Okay, um.  Just saying.  Logan's shirt is nice.]  It is.

We ugly cried at each other for a little while. Then he took off

["So it couldn't be dusted for prints"  MA'AM HE ALREADY HAS YOUR PRINTS???? HE HAS YOUR GENETIC CODE, AND YOUR PRINTS FROM WHEN YOU WERE KIDS???  PRINTS DON'T REALLY CHANGE???]

– – –

Wench: askfdj that was such an abrupt end

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️ bruh I was thinking the same damn thing.  Like… Wot

Wench: Anyway… endpoint reaction?

Jezebel: Lintlicker remains Lintlicker a little longer. BUT he gets some respect for the things he did in this one.

Wench: aka, still atrocious but not as bad as he could be? :)

Jezebel: Precisely.  And Zach…. Needs to learn to just suck it up. Cause *sigh* no. Just no.  Max was… Max. But not full on Max in this one. If that makes sense ☠️ she was bitchy but not in a god awful way.  Maybe because the ones she was bitchy to I don’t like, and she wasn’t to Logan.  Also how tf was she holding her self up to look like she was hanging… with her buttcheeks on the bar!?! Cause maams hands were down

Wench: kjzlksdjf;lakdjf;lkasjdf;lksajdflkajsdf;lkajsdf  I HAVE NO CLUE

Jezebel: Like. Could you imagine…. Being Brynn. Laying there dying and seeing that from the other side

Wench: How dare you put that image in my head???

Jezebel: Anyway.  Yeah!  I also LOVED.  LOVE LOVE LOVEDDDDDD.  The Jam Pony scenes

Wench: YESSSS  Herbal, OC, and Sketchy are amazing.  

Jezebel: They were very! Poor hippopotamus man, though

Wench: Poor Normal.  

Jezebel: Poor Normal’s toilet

Wench: Also, I can't remember Herbal being in s2, and it makes me sad.

Jezebel: Oh noooo

Wench: If he's there, he's got a way smaller role, but I don't think he is at all

Jezebel: But un-alas I really enjoyed this one!

Wench: Problem child; that's not a word.  (For those unfamiliar with my vernacular, “problem child” is not age-specific.  It’s a vibe thing.  My nine-year-older-than-me sister is as much a problem child as a five-year-old might be.)

Aight, that’s a wrap!  See y’all for next episode!

[localartinstallation]

yes girl, u know im witchposting again! no, the weed isn’t part of the bit, bruh! I'm just trying to ration this digital slop stick, dumb bitch. i’m not your ordinary crystal girl…dude!

i’m a real fucking rapscallion. i’m about to bust out a new fucking merkavah ascension ritual on ur rogue looking ass. i smoked the broke bitch paul outta that “jerusalem x gentile” shit. i visited my brothers and sisters in macedonia and they said they didn’t know ur meek ass bitch. gave my brother paul that corinthian camel “bog dwelling” type shit outta the eye of a needle. i’ve been knowing that shit. i chowed down on the scarlet fucking woman while ialdabaoth ate my ass out. i rusty-ventured a fucking demiurge to munch some stank!

rrrraaaaaahhhhhhhhhh i have so much fucking mammon!!!

i’ve got the messiahs foreskin around my ring finger, bitch!

catherine of siena inflamed my fucking bosom, you motherfucker!

i went to the fucking pleroma just to say “i’m lookin’ for a girl who wants to cleave unto each other as babalon incarnate; my scarlet woman x3”!

this shit ain’t nothing to me man!

SMOKED THAT FAT THELEMIC SHIT AND SAID CURSE UPON YE, BITCH: AŌTH ABAŌTH BASYM MELKITZEDEK SABAŌTH IAŌ!

i ate a charcuterie board made of the abrasak’s chicken shit, bitch!

i saw barbēlo’s iconic antecedent vagina clap out the fucking aeons!

tell that stanky ass abramelin coochie that i am her!

feminine divine these nuts, ya bitch! <3

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername Mami didn’t raise no pendeja. Usted tuvo una reina en frente pero no la vio.

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yourusername When you tell your bestie you want a “fuck you” song to be related to an ex, and in matter of 30 minutes, she comes up with her verse and makes the rest happen 🔥 queen shit, thanks beba te amo un chingo.

yourbestiename Anything for you bebecita ❤️

ynandbestienameupdates This duo never disappoints. 💪🏼 🔥 excited for this one.

neelamthadhani 😬 Ohhh the ex?

yourusername 🙈 🤭 Sorry not sorry?

jackharlow 🤔 Why do you two keep on keeping your features a secret? Wife, I tell you all my secrets @ yourbestiename

yourbestiename You didn’t tell me about Fergie performing with you at the VMA’s 😉

jackharlow How long are you going to milk that one 😞

yourbestiename Forever

druski2funnny Soooo we’re just going to ignore the part where you said it was for your ex? meaning Urban??? Hmmmm 🤨

yourusername There is nothing to ignore lmao I said what I said 🤷🏻‍♀️

cozane I’m about to send him a screenshot since I know he’s still blocked

yourusername 💀 Let me unblock him so he can see then. Oh hey @ urbanwyatt 👋🏼 there you go @ cozane

cozane sheesh 🙄 I was kidding

yourusername I wasn’t 💅🏼

urbanwyatt 😔

💘

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yourusername Ahora tengo a otro y más rico me cabe 😈 👅

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neelamthadhani RUE WHEN WAS THIS?

druski2funnny I MISSED A WHOLE CHAPTER

yourbestiename WHO IS THIS?

yourbestiename Jk I know who it is 😝

yourusername Hehe 😜 🤭

maluma 😋 Mami

yourusername 🤫

simpforurban Ew he calls her mami just like urban used to do 🤮

lilnasx If you ask me, Its what he deserves for believing you would cheat. Rebound with the guy he thought you did him dirty with💅🏼

yourusername 🫣

cozane @ urbanwyatt

yourusername I know he’s your boy, but chill man. You’re always tagging him, I’m pretty sure he can see himself.

cozane 😂 I’m just trying to make him realize that you didn’t even like him like that since you’re already out here insta official with some other dude.

yourusername It’s been months, you’re telling me he’s not fucking around? Ha, how did him and I start our relationship? Oh yea, fucking around.

cozane I meant no harm.

yourusername You meant no harm? But you keep tagging him in my post.

girlfromvideoname For someone who made a big deal about him and me hanging out, you’re really out here with a whole ass new man.

yourcousinname For someone who got her shit rocked, you’re asking for another round.

yourusername 1- He was my boyfriend who knew from the start I didn’t like your ass, so he disrespected me when he posted and deleted that video, especially since you knew what you were doing. 2- he believed fake ass shit you were feeding the media about me cheating on him. 3- he then had the nerve to hang out with you and he was planing on sleeping with you that same night. 4- You still had the nerve to come to my party and kiss him, mind you, we were still together, we never broke up because we were in talks of fixing shit. 5- I BEAT YOUR ASS BECAUSE I SIMPLY DONT LIKE YOU. 6- I’ll do it all over again if you continue to cross me.

yourusername & are you sure this guys is my new man????

druski2funnny I just love how Urban has been quiet ever since!

urbanwyatt I’m just watching everything 🤷🏼‍♂️ there’s not much I can do or say to a person who doesn’t even give me the chance to fix things.

yourusername If you had trusted me from the start, you wouldn’t need to “fix” anything. You did this yourself.

💘

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urbanwyatt You thought I was feeling you? 👨🏼‍🦯

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urbanandyn So y’all really not back together 😢

yourusername NO

cozane 😂💀

druski2funnny Ya messy

cozane What did we do?

girlfromvideoname Let her know baby 😜 hear that? @ yourusername

urbanwyatt Chill 😞

yourusername Loud and clear boo, I’m sorry girl, I know you usually have dudes eating out of your ass, but sadly, he just wasn’t feeling you.

girlfromvideoname Bitch, Idk if you’re dead in the head but this was meant for you not me.

yourusername Ohh??? Got it.

yourusername 🤭Who’s going to tell her?🤭

cozane I’m confused cus i thought this was for Y/N

yourusername Awww poor baby, you secretly like me huh?

urbanwyatt Ok quit it

druski2funnny Forgot how @ cozane &

@ yourusername can’t stand each other

urbanwyatt 🙄

cozane Don’t you have a new man to entertain go do that

yourusername He’s not my man, but you’re right, I should go back for round 3 😉 maybe take him to that once place near the beach and fair.

yourbestiename Nooo 😳 Y/N cabrona eso no 🫣

urbanwyatt One thing is fucking dudes to get back at me, another is taking them to our fucking spot.

yourusername I’m not fucking “dudes”, just the one ☝🏼

urbanwyatt Funny how if I were to do the same you wouldn’t even give me the time of day. But I have to be ok that you’re out here with random guys.

yourusername Boy, we’re not together. You can go get your dick wet with whoever you want.

urbanwyatt How long are you going to keep this up?

yourusername Keep what up? 😇

urbanwyatt You’re annoying when you get like this 😠

yourusername No, you love me, especially when I get like this 🥰 but I think I liked you better when you just kept to yourself 🤫

druski2funnny I’m confused as hell right now

yourbestiename You and me both because here I thought I was cheering for y/n and her new man 🫤

💘

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yourusername No es mi novio, pero me lo hace mejor que el ex 🤫 Miami is always ready for single Y/N 😋

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maluma No soy yo, para que no empiecen a atacar me. Pero como me gustaría que si fuera pues.

yourusername Lmao

yourbestiename 👩🏻‍🦯

jackharlow 🤨

druski2funnny That’s not Urby so who is it 🤯

yourusername 🤐

cozane last comments on his post had me confused asf so y’all not together he won’t tell me Shit about you

druski2funnny that’s because we all know you secretly hate her 💀

yourusername True

cozane I don’t hate her lol she’s my best friends girl.. ex girl?? It’s just brotherly picking

yourusername I must’ve missed the memo on that Lmao

yourusername & to answer your question, no we’re not together.

girlfromvideoname So you gave me a clear pathway to be with him. Thanks I’ll make sure to return the favor and send videos and pictures, just like you did to me

urbanwyatt You need to chill Stass

yourusername Do whatever you want “stass”, Girl, all you need to know is that he continues to come to me and cum for me 😉 🤤

druski2funnny AYOOO 💀

yourusername No lies were told.

druski2funnny So y’all losers are back to fucking at least.

yourusername Not even 😂

cozane 🤨

yourusername Let me get back to my little buddy here in Miami. I’ll let Urb answer y’all.

urbanwyatt You’re annoying as fuck

urbanwyatt You’re always going to Miami whenever we have a problem.

yourbestiename Because she knows you hate it and she knows how much you hate when dudes over there are just wanting to have fun for a night or two. And we’ll she is single.

urbanwyatt How many times is everyone going to remind me that she’s fucking single? It’s annoying

yourusername Aww, you’re single too, so go enjoy yourself.

urbanwyatt Y/N, I gave you 3 months of space, we talked and everything was good. Then I’ve been giving you 5 months to act out. When are you going to stop? I already told you how sorry I am.

yourusername You’re giving me time to act out? 😂😂😂😂 Be fucking real.

urbanwyatt I’m trying do to shit differently but you’re not helping at all

yourusername Then give up already. Go fuck Stassie, get her out of your system because I fucking know deep in me that you’ve been wanting to, shit you probably already did. Talking about you’ve been at home sitting tight. YOUUU? Not fucking around when you’re single, ha, I wouldn’t believe it if it was written down on the Bible.

urbanwyatt Wow smh thanks so fucking much for that.

yourusername mamiii @ karolg I think it’s time we work on that song!!!!!

yourbestiename 🔥 oh shit 😱 two single hurting ladies, yea good luck.

💘

I know I said Urban was suffering in silence, but come on, is it really like him to just sit back and watch y/n do her thing???

I lowkey don’t like this one but it is what it is.

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher X Reader- Jokes on you... (Part 2/2)

SO IF YOU DON’T REMEMBER, HERE’S A RECAP! Also I think it’s safe to say we broke 2k words...hehe oops.

READ PART 1

And here’s the prompts that will be used in this chapter!! (I wrote slasher smut, am I part of the club yet?)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

2- Oh, you’re so cute with my cum in your mouth…don’t spill it, darling…swallow it all.

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

5- Bend over the counter and stick that ass out, baby. (I changed ‘counter’ to ‘bed’ for this)

LET’S GET INTO THE WARNINGS! (Yall might not fuck with me no more after this tbh)

OVERSTIM...Apparently a few of you have a headcanon that Stu will absolutely destroy your pussy if he gets his mouth on it (and apparently will have you sobbing).....is y’all good? DOUBLE PEN, SLUT SHAMING, AGRESSIVE (but loving uwu because they’re in love with you) FUCKING. BLOODPLAY (yeaaahhhh), Knifeplay...ummm I think that’s it Oh and a liitttle bit of roughness. Uses of words like ‘force’ and similar. I don’t want to call this dubcon but some would put it under than umbrella. Also talk on being chained up (I’m really bad at writing about oral sex, so this might be ass)

There are the warnings? D-do ya see them? Okay so you read em? So you know what the hell you’re setting up for?....K then.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

X RATED PROMPT LIST| NON X RATED PROMPT LIST

Leggo!!

... 

You weren’t even fazed when they both tore off those god awful looking masks. 

“W-why am I not surprised.” you groaned, leaning your head back. “Why did I expect anyone else.” you groaned as a glazed over Stu and Billy loomed over your cowering body. “No really? Why did I expect anybody else to do something so fucking-”

“Little Y/N...what a little slut you are.” Billy laughed. “I knew you were a fucking pervert.”

“You’re actually into this shit!? That’s priceless.” Stu waved his knife around as he cackled. “What if I just-” he trailed the blade up your throat, ghosting it just slightly over your skin.

Your breath hitched in your throat. It was cold and no fucking doubt sharp. If you had moved too abruptly you would have been hurt. You instantly shut your eyes, feeling your skin go hot. 

“Dude look at her. She’s shaking.” Billy laughed. “Let me try something.” he strode forward, twirling his own knife between his fingers. He grabbed a fistful of your hair. Before you knew it, Billy had forced a kiss on your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You instantly yanked at your chains feeling the coldness of Stu’s knife graze your skin even more. You could spread your arms but only so much.

You let out the slightest whimper, but to think they didn’t hear was a dumb move. Billy broke away from you, leaving a thin line of drool between you two.

“Y/N~ Y/N~” Billy sang. “We are gonna mess. You. Up.” he grinned. “What do you say we-”

“Take this upstairs...oops! Knife slipped.” Stu cackled as the tiny cry broke through your lungs. He had nicked your right shoulder. The smallest cut but enough for it to bleed. 

It wasn’t painful, funny enough. Maybe because as horrible as this was...you were very aroused. 

Billy tore off his costume, to reveal his clothes soaked in blood that were no doubt his. Stu followed in pursuit looking the same, completely blood-soaked.

“Oh this is gonna be so fun.” Billy laughed. “Nothing like a good fuck with a bad girl after a night of killing.”

Your chains were pulled by Stu, which gave you no choice but to crawl. Dear lord, help you.

... 

You were dropped on the plush surface. As soon as you sat up or at least tried to, Stu had kissed you this time. You had no idea which way was up at this point. When he broke the kiss, you were instantly pulled onto Billy’s lips. 

With a cackle, Stu trailed open mouthed kisses up your neck. “You like this shit don’t you.”

“Of course she does.” Billy answered for you. “Get these fucking clothes off Y/N, are we gonna do everything ourselves?”

“I’m l-literally in chains!” you stammered. “I can’t do much.”

“Fuck when you talk like that-” Billy growled. “It makes me want to tear your clothes to shreds. I wanna see how you look covered in red. You know, I think I like you this way.”

“What way?” you glowered. “Asshole.”

“Ouch. Damn Y/N. I don’t like the way you’re talking to me.” Billy fake pouted, grabbing your chains. 

You whimpered, quite loudly at the impact. You were practically forced to sit up. “You guys are the worst.” you pouted.

“What do you say man?” Stu paused to yank his shirt over his head. “Who goes first?” His eyes bore into yours. “I’ve been waiting for this for way to fucking long, man.” He rubbed his chin in fake thought as he waited for Billy to talk.

“I say why not both...you do whatever you want while I take care of this talkative ass mouth she has right here.” Billy laughed before quickly replacing his grin with a scowl. 

You chains were let go and you were pushed onto your back again. Somehow you were turned over on your stomach. You bought yourself to your hands and knees and looked up at Billy.  

Stu made short work of your jeans, tearing them to shreds. You were too busy focused on that to register Billy quickly unbuckling his own jeans and pulling them to rest low on his hips. 

“Come on Y/N..., open up for me. Bend over the bed and stick that ass out, baby. ” Stu sang, prying your legs apart with his hands. “Let me have a taste.” You instantly felt something wet and slimy trail along your thigh. “You don’t mind if I cut these panties off, right?” (Stu eating it from the back...you’re welcome)

“Do I have the choice?” you shuddered. 

“You always have a choice, Y/N...if you want us to stop then we will...but something tells me you’re enjoying this more than you let on.” You watched as Billy stroked himself right in front of you.

Come on Y/N, you got this! Tell them what’s on your mind!

“N-no, don’t stop.” you shook your head.

“Good girl.” Billy gingerly held the side of your face. 

Billy watched as your eyes widened, your face contorting in pleasure because of Stu’s impatience. He drove his tongue into your sex, giving long and slow licks up your slit. 

“You shouldn’t have let me back here Y/N!” Stu moaned through the sloppy kisses he gave your pussy. “This ass and pussy-” he lashed his tongue against you. “I’m gonna fucking tear you apart.”

“Y/N, up here.” Billy tilted your head up. “Suck daddy’s cock for him, hm?” he gently tapped his dick against your lips. You couldn’t help but dart your tongue out a little. You trailed it up his length, flicking the tip of his cock. “Shit~” he seethed. “You’re gonna kill me, Y/N.” he slowly bucked his hips against your tongue.

“Come on!” Stu’s mouth attached to your clit, sucking harshly. “Pay attention to me, Y/N!” 

Your jaw went slack. Your legs shook as Stu did such mean things to you. You raised your hand the best you could. It was a good thing the chains were long enough for you to gently wrap your hands around Billy’s cock as you took him into your mouth. 

“Shit! That’s so hot.” He stared down at you as he held the back of your head. He guided you, careful to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you did this before~ Fuck. Use your tongue more- Yeah just like that.” he groaned. “Fuck you’re such a hoe, I love that shit.” he grunted as he thrust himself into your mouth.

“Come on Y/N. “Stu cackled. “You’re not even trying to hold it on.” he flicked his tongue against your dripping sex. “You want some overstimulation? Should I make it real fucking good?” Stu groaned loudly into your heat, sending vibrations all throughout your body. “I wish I could see your face when you cum all over my tongue, Y/N.” Stu cooed in a babyish voice. “I wanna see you go fucking crazy, baby.”

The sound of your lewdness echoed throughout the room. So much so that your had been moaning through Billy’s length. 

“You’re fucking drooling, Y/N. Can’t handle a little pleasure down there?” he laughed. “Shit that’s fine. I’m about to cum anyways.” he threw his head back. “Y/N, Y/N come on.”

“Come for me you naughty little girl, come on my face, make a mess of me baby.” Stu muffled. “I wanna drown in this pussy.”

“Shit, cumming! I’m cu-FUCK~” you felt Billy blow his load. He yanked his cock from your mouth, stroking himself quickly. “Open your mouth baby, Open yo- Shiiit~” he growled. “ Oh, you’re so cute with my cum in your mouth…don’t spill it, darling…swallow it all. “ 

“Come on Y/N.” Stu hummed. “You’re such a fucking mess-”

“Y-ou guys are the worst.” you said for maybe the second or third time that night. “S-stu!..Fuh- Shit!” you felt the dam of pleasure break. 

“Are you cumming, Y/N! Does it feel good, huh?” Billy spoke in a babyish voice. 

Stu didn’t let up though, he drug his tongue up your twitching slit repeatedly, causing your legs to shake. 

“How sensitive are you Y/N! It’s just a little oral.” Billy laughed. 

“Aww baby can’t take it...then what if I just-” 

You were bought to sit up on your knees. “I call the front man.” Stu maneuvered you to face him.

“Fine by me, it’s all goin in the same place anyways.”

“P-PARDON ME?!” you squeaked.

“Oh yeah, we’re gonna fill this pussy to the brim.” Stu smirked. “We’re gonna fill you up with cum.” You noticed Stu’s pants were low on his hips.

“That thing is gonna...go ins-side?” you whimpered.

“You have no idea how sexy that was.” you felt Billy’s chest against your back. You felt his lips press against your shoulder.

“Look at me Y/N.” Stu fake whined. “ Look at me when I fuck you...” he teased your entrance with his cock. “How tight are you huh? Will you be able to fit us both?” 

“Dude, quit taking all of the attention!” Billy complained.

“You want her attention, you fight for it...Like this~” You felt Stu completely slid himself into your wetness. 

“Look how easy it went in.” Stu laughed as he focused his sights on you. “You’re such a whore, you know that?”

Billy could only watch in jealousy as you gave low and needy mewls. He refused to be overshadowed, he needed you to notice him too. 

“Brace yourself Y/N....God damnit~” Billy thrust himself inside to your tightness. 

You almost cried at the feeling. You were being stretched out even though they both filled you up so easily.

“You like this baby? You like being filled up by a couple of fucking murderers?” Billy snarled in your ear. “You like being fucked silly.”

You couldn’t make coherent thoughts, you were kind of busy trying to keep the world vertical. You were a mess of moans and whimpers. 

“Do you want to cum? You gonna have to beg for it baby. Beg for it come on. I said FUCKING BEG!“ Billy grunted as he thrusted himself as deep as he could into your depths.

“S-stu~ B-billy~” you whimpered. “I can’t take much more!” you cried. “I’m gonna- I’m about to-Please!~ Let me!”

“Fuck, Shit!!”

“Come on babygirl, cum for me, cum for me!”

With both men in each ear whispering demands. Your pussy tightened around them both as their movements became more abrupt. You finally came again along with them. 

“FUCK~” “SHIIIIT~”

Stu wrapped a hand around your throat and planted a messy kiss on your lips. You felt their warmth, the both of them. Each man spilled into you, painting your insides white. You head was turned to the right and Billy crashed his lips over yours too. Both men were still rocking their hips against you. 

“How much cum do you think got inside?” Billy laughed.

“Shit, I don’t wanna know.” Stu replied.“Y/N~” he sang. “Know what this means?” He yanked himself from you. 

“It means you’re our own little slut now.” Billy followed. “Not only do you know our secret but-”

“You’re also a good fuck.” Stu grumbled lowly, burying his head in his shoulder. “We were gonna kill you, but we just might have to keep you around.”

“G-good to know.” you whimpered. “C-could I be untied now?”

“Of course.” “Why didn’t you ask before?”

“Can I ask another request?”

“Anything.” “Just name it.”

“Could I uhhh...get some food?”

...

(...I’m not sorry. I’ve never been the fuck sorry. I never will be sorry, you wanted this internet....your fault)

[tinalbion]

I see you write for Terrifier and since I haven't seen many people that do, I'd like to take advantage of that lol. Can I get some basic Art x reader headcanons? Maybe how they met and why did he decided not to kill her and how does the whole "getting together" process works? Sorry for any grammar mistakes, english is my 2nd language

Honestly, it’s sad that barely anyone writes for Art! He’s such an interesting character and the movie was fantastic, he even freaked me out in All Hallow’s Eve, so good! So thank you for requesting him! I will do my best and hopefully, make you proud~

And don’t EVER apologize for that, hun! You’re learning one of the hardest languages and you did perfectly fine! <3

Art the Clown x GN!Reader Headcanons

Rating: Ooh, you said a swear.

Length: 1.2k

Naturally, it was All Hallow’s Eve, and you were dressed to the nines in your best costume for the evening. You left the party you were invited to after a fight broke out, all you wanted to do was enjoy yourself with your friends and you couldn’t even do that. So you took a walk to admire the decorations that lined the streets, causing everything to have an orange glow, it was beautiful.

That’s when you saw a group down the road, all being rowdy and drunk out of their minds, and you avoided them as best as you could until one spotted you. “Whoa dude, nice costume, did your mom sew it for ya?!” They all laughed and could barely string a formed sentence together, and then you saw him for the first time: Art.

His costume was incredibly detailed and the prosthetics on his face made him look menacing, you were in awe of his costume. The spookier the better, and boy, was he spooky. The group saw him and began to call out to him, making fun of the makeup job or how he was dressed. The guy in the clown suit just glared at them, staring for a moment at each of their faces before moving on, ignoring them. You grew irritated by the second as they continued to berate him, but then you placed your hands by your mouth and called out: “Yo, your outfit looks amazing! Fuck what those idiots say, you look amazing!”

Art turned around and looked at you, first narrowing his eyes, wondering if you were being sarcastic, but you gave him a thumbs up and smiled genuinely at him. His eyes brightened and he looked around, pretending to act as if you’ve complimented someone behind him. ‘Who, little ol’ me? Aww, stop that!’ He waved his hand shyly, looking away and smiling wide. The drunkards all booed and cursed at you both. “Bunch of losers! Go and marry the clown, then!” They shouted so much that you drowned it all out and moved on from the group, walking closer to the man in the clown costume.

“Hope you don’t listen to them, they’re a bunch of assholes anyway, but I meant what I said. The costume looks really cool.” He smirked and again shyly waved his hand at you, then bowed as if to thank you for your generous compliment. His face was so animated when he made a surprised face, then held up a finger as if to tell you to hold on for a moment, so he placed his large bag down onto the ground and dug around in there to suddenly pull out an entire bouquet of fake flowers and handed them to you.

You smiled and accepted them without hesitation, looking up at him as you gave a playful bow in return. “Thank you, mister... I never got your name.” He shrugged and looked a little sly as he crossed his arms. “Oh, you’re gonna make me guess? Hmm, that’s gonna get complicated.” You had no idea where to start, but you figured you’d give it a couple of shots, spewing out the first several names that popped into your head. Each time he shook his head, his expression grew from curious to just plain sad that you couldn’t guess. He finally scribbled something sloppily down onto a random crumpled-up ball of paper and it simply said: Art.

Maybe it was because you were nice to him, maybe because your costume caught his eye, whatever the reason, you threw this man a curveball and he didn’t know how to react. Normally his instinct told him to kill, kill, kill. But you? He wanted something else, he couldn’t place it though, it bothered him till his head ached! But he kept you around and wanted to see where his head was at after seeing you again. You should have counted yourself extremely lucky, well, if you knew what could have happened to you, you just may very well have.

After that night, you’d see him pop up in the neighborhood while you went to work or went shopping, waving happily every time you saw him. He’d wave back with just as much energy and then he’d disappear as quick as you’d seen him. He would get closer and closer to where you lived, but you always wondered just where he would go, until one day you heard several loud knocks on your door.

Hoping it was Art, you ran down the stairs and opened the door only to be greeted with nothing. You looked around in confusion until you noticed something on the door. It was a heart in red, it looked like it was painted on the door as it dripped down slightly, giving you the vibe of blood. Though you thought it was kind of sweet and you smiled as you looked out at the emptiness of your front porch. “Thanks, Art!” you called out.

Since then it had only gotten more and more frequent. You’d see him whenever you went out and you finally confronted him after somehow sneaking up on him as he searched for you. You playfully punched him in the arm and he feigned an injury to his arm, giving you sad puppy-dog eyes. “Oh come on, you can’t do that when you’re the one not actually stopping by! You’re making me chase you around everywhere!” you huffed. “You should come over sometime…” You blushed and looked away, surprised by your own boldness, and even he seemed surprised by it. It wasn’t just the fact that you were talking to him, but you weren’t weirded out by his presence nor did you not want to be around him, but you willingly subjected yourself to be near him. It wasn’t every day that he could find someone who was so chill with him around.

It wasn’t until months later when you had confessed your feelings to him, though you were hesitant since he never spoke a word to you, he just seemed comforted by being near you. Since he wouldn’t ever talk about it, you wondered if it was an accident that caused him to be mute, but you didn’t mind because he was able to still keep things interesting. He would now stop by whenever it seemed to suit him, always coming by with random trinkets and baubles to show you. If you showed interest in one of them, he’d give it to you and smile shyly.

The more you two grew closer the more you noticed how handsy Art would get, always finding a way to have him touching you, whether it was holding your hand or resting his palm on your thigh, he just HAD to know you were there. You didn’t mind it, really, you thought it was rather cute as you’d look over from the corner of your eye just to see his eyes on the television screen and his hand grabbing ahold of your sweater like a child clinging to his mother.

He found it best that you didn’t know about the murders. Yet. He needed to make sure he had you wrapped around his finger first, hoping the blow would be a little easier when it came to it, but for now, you were in the dark about his bad habit and that’s how it was going to be. Maybe next Halloween you would find out.

[bellaramseysgf]

Becoming Yours (L.L)

Warning(s); violence?, angry Lokes <3.

Paring(s); Loki Laufeyson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Loki’s never done that before.

A/n: Part 2 here we go!

Part 1

••••••••••••

You sighed heavily you guys finally crossing over into the next realm, which meant a break. You were honestly exhausted you needed a nap even if it was just 10 minutes. You,mobius, and Loki found a place to sit down for a minute. You huffed as you sat down on the rock.

“You have no stamina” Loki commented and you laughed “eh, my ex’s would disagree” you winked at him and laid your head on Mobius’s shoulder. “You got 15 minutes” mobius said and you nodded closing your eyes.

After 15 minutes mobius bumped your head with his “Cmon, up we go” he said and you sat up, a blanket falling off your shoulder. You looked down at it and then at Loki who was looking in the opposite direction. You smiled at him and stood up stretching “alright, let’s get this over with”

The 3 of you walked into the abandoned warehouse “of all paces, why hide it here?” You asked and Loki shrugged “it seemed cool at the time” he explained. “At the time? What were you like 6?” You asked and Loki shot you a look “just be quiet” he huffed. “Issue is I’m not 100% where I left it” You huffed. “I’ll just go this way” you turned from the two men walking down empty isles.

The artifact couldn’t be hard to find, it was gold that would have to stick out here. You jumped when you heard boxes fall behind you “okay, very funny Loki” you muttered. You continued to walk when all at once you were pulled backwards and onto your butt, once again.

“Dude.” Your face dropped when you saw a cloaked figure in front of you. “Ugh LOKI!” You yelled scrambling to your feet. Loki and mobius came running up behind you “the fuck is that?” You asked looking at Loki “I don’t know! It’s not like I had protection over the damned thing” you finally realized they were holding the artifact.

“Seriously? I am not in the mood to fight right now” Loki charged at the cloaked person daggers in hand, they sent a wave of power out and it sent Loki tumbling back. “Oh gods” mobius said “are you shitting me right now.” You groaned picking up one of Lokis dropped dagger and aimed it at the figures leg stabbing through it.

It didn’t seem to harm them as they pulled it out as if it was nothing. “Come on!” You huffed charging at the figure, you were able to bypass the wave of power coming into contact as you began to physically fight them. It didn’t take long for them to get the upper hand, fighting isn’t your strong suit.

They threw you sending you hitting into a pile of boxes landing with a groan as the air was knocked from your lungs.

Loki was finally back up and he stared at the cloak with a look of pure anger. “Fine, let’s play dirty” a green flash and Loki had teleported behind the figure, a snap of his fingers and chains consumed them. “You couldn’t have done that to begin with?” Mobius asked and Loki rolled his eyes tugging the hood of the person down.

“Sylvie?” Mobius said and you grunted finally getting back up, your chest still burning. “Ugh, you know her?” You asked and Loki came over to you helping you dust off your jacket. “Well, I’ve heard of her. You aren’t supposed to be here.” A green flash and Sylvie was out of the chains. “I’m not supposed to do a lot of things” she huffed fixing her cloak.

“I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?” You asked “Sylvie, you heard him. You deaf?” She asked and you rolled your eyes. You tilted your head “isn’t that your crown?” You asked looking towards Loki, sure one horn was broke but it was definitely Loki’s crown.

“Right! I should probably explain” mobius said “Sylvie is a variant” you nodded, you and Loki both knew that those existed within the multiverse. “A variant of Loki” he added and it all clicked. The powers, the crown all of it. “Oh, makes sense” you said.

“Right, see ya” she said but before she could go anywhere Loki used his magic to pull her back. “I need that.” He said pointing to the artifact Sylvie smiled “okay, well too bad” you rolled your eyes. With Loki keeping her in place you just walked up and plucked it from her arms. “Thank you!” You said handing it to mobius.

Loki finally let her go and she grunted “I needed that” Loki smiled “well, it was mine first” slyvie rolled her eyes, and with that she disappeared.

“She was interesting” you said as you all 3 walked from the warehouse, heading back the way you came.

Once about half way you all stopped, mobius and you both needed sleep. “Just 30 minutes” mobius reminded Loki as you used your jacket to lay on the ground. “Yeah, yeah” Loki said as mobius copied your actions.

30 minutes had passed quickly and you groaned when mobius pulled you awake. “Get up, cmon” you sat up “uhm…guys?” You said and they both looked at you “I can’t feel my legs.” Loki laughed “yeah, sure you can’t” you shook your head “I’m not joking Loki” you began looking over your legs.

“Can Sylvie shape shift like Loki?” You asked and mobius nodded “fuck.” You huffed “what? Why?” Mobius asked “there’s a snake bite on the back of my ankle” Mobius’s eyebrows raised crouching down to double check. “Wow, she’s not joking.” Mobius said looking up at Loki.

“If there’s venom it can’t kill her, it’ll wear off” loki reassured you both. “Okay? So how the fuck am I supposed to walk?” You asked and mobius and loki looked at each other before nodding.

Now, you were holding onto Loki’s shoulders as he carried you on his back. “Thank you, again” you said and Loki nodded “well, if there’s one thing I learned from my oaf of a brother it’s that you take care of ladies.” He said and you let out a giggle “yeah, because you’ve been so caring up till now” you teased “I will put you back down” you cling to him giggling “I’m sorry! No!” Loki chuckled.

Loki tightened his grip on your thighs and hiked you higher on his back as they walked up stairs. All at once a portal opened in front of you. “Oh gods” mobius said. “Okay, mishap.” Mobius quickly opened a portal and shoved you both through it” you squealed as you both landed inside of a dark place.

[arosesstorm]

Maze - Newt (3)

word count: 1.7k                      reader! x Newt

warnings: none

summary: you wake up in the Box, no memories, no explanations; the only thing that stands out is a certain name, written in bold on the palm of your hand

English is not my first language, enjoy-

CHAP 3

The next morning I woke up with a knock on my door frame, as I slowly opened my eyes, I saw that same boy who the night before got me out of the pit.

"So? You didn’t wanna know?" He asked, approaching my bed.

I was tired, deadly tired, I couldn’t sleep all night, the sounds of breaths from the other Gladers asleep strangely sounded like threats.

I tried to get up on a sitting position, the blond sitting at the end of the arranged bed.

"Come on, we have a full day ahead of us" 

I sighed, processing to stand up.

"Alright, I’m awake" 

Newt smiled walking out the door, me following behind. 

As we made our way outside, I looked at the early morning light, it must have been six in the morning or somewhere close.

Either way, it was only us awake and some others Gladers I noticed close to the shut giant walls, but for the rest, they were all still asleep.

"Admit it, you’re trying to tire me to death" I chuckled, while we walked through fields of grass, the morning dew wetting our ankles.

"That’s exactly my plan" he laughed.

In the distance I could spot a couple of boys making their way over to us.

"Well I must say it’s an odd view" spoke the boy to the left, the one I recognized as Minho.

"Minho boy?" I asked looking at Newt.

"What’s up with this shank knowing all our names?"

The three boys looked at me, stunned.

"Spooky" I whispered, breaking the silence.

"Alright, I’ll take her back to the pit" announced Minho taking a step forward.

"No! Just joking","Heard you shanks saying it yesterday" the new word slipping through my lips.

"She got ya" Newt laughed.

"Alright Greenie"

He didn’t look very convinced.

The third boy spoke, he was the one who first greeted me the day before, the one with dark skin and short hair: "I’m Alby, I’m in charge here." He took out an hand for me to shake, reluctantly, I took it. 

"Y/N" I replied. 

"Alright Y/N, we need you to tell us everything you know" 

"Not much then" 

I continued "I will though, but I need to hear you guys first".

Alby rolled his eyes, annoyed.

I thought he was nothing like Newt.

Then, glancing at Minho, he gestured for him to take care of it.

"Alright, come shank" 

I quickly glanced at Newt, and I found his eyes searching for mine too.

I broke the gaze, turning around and following Minho.

"It’s gonna be a lot to take in, so no interruptions and no repeating"

Two hours later, my head was filled with notions, words, explanations as I was chewing some vegetables and a piece of bread.

Every detail of what Minho had told me before, flowing in my head.

Who the hell put me in here?

I glanced around, boy’s eyes peering at my figure.

I kept on eating, annoyed.

The chair beside me moved and a boy sit on it.

"Hey, no one introduced us yet, I’m Frypan"

"Y/N" i smiled tiredly.

"Heard Minho gave you the big tour"

I nodded.

"Yeah it’s gonna be hard to swallow it all at once" 

I looked at the boy, his skin was darker than Alby,’s but his eyes were clearer.

"I saw you in the kitchen" I changed topic, "Minho told my you’re the cook" 

Frypan nodded, "yeah, I feed all this shanks" he looked around quickly, "As you see, I’m always the last one who gets to eat".

His plate was still full and I felt a urge to keep him company, so we chatted, really, about anything for more than half an hour and by the end of it, I decided I liked the dude.

"So, Newt’s hand thing?" He asked.

"No idea" i replied, looking at my hand; his name was still there, but the letters were slowly fading.

"You’ll figure it out eventually, don’t worry" I smiled really, maybe for the first time since I got here.

We were cut off by a small and chubby boy, who made his way towards our table.

"Hey Fry, you got something left for me?" He showed his empty plate to the boy, who sighed annoyed.

"No chuck, how many times do I have to tell you, portions are equal"

The little boy frowned, "thanks" he whispered, I felt sorry.

"You can have mine you know, im not that hungry anymore".

His eyes lit and he looked at me "you sure?" He asked.

"Positive" i handed him the plate.

"Newt’s gonna get mad" commented Frypan, "order is key word for the dude"

I shrugged, not really afraid at all.

"I’m Chuck, by the way"

"Y/N" 

He smiled and took the food.

"You’re very pretty Y/N" he whispered.

I instantly smiled but then a knot formed in my stomach; for the first time in two days I realized I had no idea how I looked like.

He must have sensed: "Your eyes are green and your lips are full, your hair dark, I think it’s brown though, not black" 

"Thank you" 

"What are you shanks doing here?" A boy came forward, it was Alby.

He didn’t wait for a response though.

"Greenie, Minho told me he showed you around, you satisfied now?" 

I nodded, "very much"

"Cool, meeting you in the meeting hall in 10; all keepers will be there and we’ll discuss about, your, thing" he nodded towards my hand.

He then left, walking steadily.

"Where is the meeting hall?"

"I can take you there" offered Chuck and I happily agreed.

10 minutes later, I was sitting on a chair in the middle of the dusty room; in front of me 10 boys were discussing and whispering into each other’s ears.

I recognized a few faces like Alby’s, Newt’s, Fry’s and Minho’s, but the others were strangers for me.

"Quiet please" Alby called the attention.

"I now announce this meeting started, Greenbean you may talk"

Ten pair of eyes shot in my direction.

"Y/N"

"What?"

"The name is Y/N"

"Yes sure Y/N, can you tell us what you remember?"

I took a breath, "Nothing much really, I woke up in the Box no memories or anything, as I was trying to figure out how to get out, I looked at my left hand and well, you know what’s written there"

A moment of silence. 

"You have any memories of who wrote that name? Or why?" Asked Alby.

I did actually, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell them, not yet.

I shook my head.

"She’s obviously lying" said a boy to my right, he had light hair and his face was lightly burned.

"Why would she Gally?" Another asked, this one had blue eyes, but they were tired.

"It’s obvious Winston, the Creators must have sent her to kill Newt, she’s a killing machine"

"I’m not!" I shouted.

"Yeah sure greenie, we’ve all seen you"

"I was scared and confused, I just thought he was the one who put me in here"

Gally scoffed.

"If i wanted you dead, you’d be" my eyes burning flames.

"Alright, let’s calm down" Newt stepped in, then continued "it’s not the first time a Greenie reacts like this Gally; you remember you shit your pants the first time, right?".

There were some laughters, than the offended boy stood up, hurt pride on his face: "just say you fancy her, it will be quicker"

Then looked at me:

"I bet she’s a whore anyway"

Gasps all around the room, then I stood up, fist tight, running for the boy.

Everybody got up, yelling something, then a pair of arms stopped me.

I kept on pushing, "Say it again! Say it again it if you dare!"

Alby gestured to take me outside and so I left yelling boys behind, my gaze never leaving Gally’s while I was pushed outside.

"Hey, Hey" a pair of brown eyes were staring at me.

Newt’s hands shot up taking my head between them, "calm down, alright?" 

My breath slowed, and my chests fell.

"How dare he" I breathed.

"You’re right, he’s an idiot, but you can’t lose your temper that fast, you’re gonna be in trouble" 

I sighed, taking his hands off me.

"Nobody can talk to me like that" 

Newt nodded, putting a hand on my shoulder, squeezing lightly.

"Forget that piece of klunk. Let’s go for a walk, shall we?"

"What about the meeting?" 

"I already made my point clear, let’s go"

He started walking, leaving the hut behind.

"You comin’?"

I nodded jogging to his side.

It was a quiet walk, kinda peaceful really, the boy led me to the track-hoes garden, where they grew up fruits and vegetables.

Flowers were all around, it was quite full of dandelions really.

He sit nearby, on a little hillock.

I sat beside, staring at the walls.

"I lied" I confessed, Newt head turned to face me.

As i looked at him, I kept on talking.

"I think I’ve written your name, no, I know I did, I feel it"

Newt nodded, thoughtful.

"Why are you telling me?"

"I don’t know I just-" I took a breath, "I don’t think this name thing has anything to do with them, I think is something more…ours"

Newt frowned.

"We can’t know, maybe you were really sent to kill me"

I stood up quickly; I confessed myself, almost, (almost) sounding silly and pathetic and that was what he thought of me?

"Bye Newt"

"Wait-" 

But it was too late, I was already leaving the boy behind, making my way anywhere but close to him.

His words somehow hurt me and the fact he didn’t believe me was worse.

I walked back to my room stumbling on my way on Chuck who asked me how things went.

"Horribly" I blurted, keeping my pace.

My eyes shot to the walls.

I wanted to get out of there, I wanted to leave that place.

I turned in their direction, but quickly changed my mind, it would have been of no use leaving now; but something kept telling me I had to do something, I had to find a way.

I sit on my bed shutting the door behind my back.

Outside my hut, boys were listening, and chuck chuckled: "are all girls like this?" 

Mia

chapter 4

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{Buy You a Rose} Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

summary: Wilbur Soot x Reader High School AU. Wilbur feels like he’s too young and not mature enough to be in love.

pronouns: she/her

word count: 1749

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“We should do this more often,” George told me. “It’s a nice break from classes. The cool breeze takes away the hot stress from our life.”

“Since when did you get all poetic?” I asked him. “That English class is really getting to ya.”

“It’s not getting to me,” He argued. “What is getting to me is the calmness of the shore. The waves crashing together is a perfect metaphor for my life. And I can breathe with the water coming in to the shore and back out. It’s all just so relaxing. I think I’m gonna start coming down here more often.”

“You know who really calms me down?” I asked him.

“Don’t say y/n…” He begged. I shamefully nodded. “You gotta get her out of your head. It’s not healthy to keep thinking of her this often. Maybe you should come down here with me more.”

I shook my head, “She’s so great, George. You’ll never understand what she does for me. She was always there for me and I could tell that she was giving me everything that she had.”

“Why’d you end it then?” He asked.

I shrugged, “I dunno. Something told me that I should. We started becoming the “it” couple and… and I dunno. I can't explain it but it was for the best, that’s all I know.”

“I guess I don't understand, but we don't have long until our next class, let’s go.”

The walk back was awkward. I only wanted to come down here to clear my mind and confess to breaking up with y/n. It’s a monday and I broke up with her a few days ago. We haven't seen or talked to each other since but we both agreed to only tell our families. I couldn't keep my side of the deal though. George is my best friend and he was gonna find out one way or another; and I’m sure she was gonna do the same. Another promise I couldn't keep.

The temperature of the school was warmer than by the shore. Which makes sense, but I felt a false sense of security. George was talking about some project for one of his classes, but I honestly could not keep focus. My mind was too clouded by thoughts of y/n. This was my first lunch without her since the school year started.

George was not a classic high schooler. He used his locker because he had to walk home and “didn't want to ruin his back before he was 18”. Which is fair, but I always stopped at his locker with him. He’s seen too many movies about how kids who use lockers end up in it, and he felt that my height was imitated enough to scare others off.

It wasn't enough to scare off the ladies…

“Hi George!” A group of 3 popular cheerleaders leaned against the locker next to him. “Hi Wilburrrr…”

George looked over to me, giving me the nod, “What’s up ladies!”

It felt so wrong. I’ve talked to other girls when I was with y/n, but never like this. I knew they were only talking to George because I was here, most girls never talk to George. I shouldn’t doubt him this much, but it was pretty clear that he was, well, you know.

“So Wilbur,” The blonde one stepped past George, “Are you going to the game Friday? I’ll be on the top of the pyramid if you wanna come watch.”

“I probably won’t go,” I answered. “Sports isn't really my thing and I haven't gone to a game all year.”

“Well maybe you should come over after! I’m hosting a party because it’s the last home game before playoffsss. You could be the guest of honor…” She offered.

I patted George on the shoulder, “I’ll pass, thank you though. Let’s go George.”

George opened his mouth in protest, but quickly shut it and grabbed his books, stuffing them in his bag. We left the girls behind to talk among themselves. “Dude!” George quiet-yelled. “Why’d you do that! She’s the girl everyone wants! You just totally blew her off when she was trying to get with you!”

I waved my hand in the air, “Lower your voice! People aren’t supposed to know that me and y/n broke up. I’m not ready to deal with that yet.”

“They could’ve helped you get her off your mind!” He pointed out. “When was the last time you went to a party and became the heart throb of the room?”

“Never!” I answered. “I don't want to be. Those girls come off way too strong and formal. y/n wasn't that way…”

“Wait wait wait!” y/n giggled. “You’re telling me you put three types of cheese in your macaroni!”

I nodded, laughing with her, “It’s really good! I add some mozzarella, swiss, whatever my mum buys, I’m not even sure. Very cuisine!”

“Don’t float your boat!” She urged. “Make a batch tonight and bring it to school, I wanna try some.”

I nodded and leaned closer to her, “You’re gonna love it.”

She followed my lead, “Oh am I?”

I tilted my head, getting closer to her, “That’s a promise.”

“Okay, Soot. If you say so…”

“You’re staring again, Wilbur,” George snapped me out of my memory.

“I always walked her to her class…” I trailed off. I couldn't see inside the classroom, but I could hear her. Just like me, she shared a passion for singing and I knew that she was with one of her friends. I could hear her laughing through the struggle of trying to hit low notes that she was never gonna hit without testerone. “Do you hear her singing?”

“Hear y/n?” He repeated. “I don’t know what world you’re in, but no one is singing.”

“She’s taken over my mind,” I sighed.

Classes went by ridiculously slow without texting y/n and keeping her updated on the silly things that my classmates did when the teacher was lecturing. Sometimes I got called out because she made me laugh too loud. Just like George, I also walk home from school. I don’t live far away and it’s not worth the gas.

Mother nature must know about the break up too; she was crying for me. In small puddles I could see my reflection. I didn't realize that I’ve lost so much sleep that I formed dark circles underneath my eyes.

I should’ve never gotten with y/n in the first place. This is all my fault. I knew that I wasn't ready for something serious and I knew that was what she wanted for me. She’s so perfect! I never wanted a princess, I wanted her. Ever since I was in middle school I’ve been describing my dream girl and that was what she was. She was my dream. I found her too fast; and now I don’t have her. For what? Because I’m not ready to be in a relationship? What Senior doesn't want is that “perfect” relationship. I had that. I had the world, and I lost it overnight by my own doing. And now that I’ve lost her, she’s all I think about. All I wish is that she was thinking of me the way that I was thinking of her…

“Wilbur?” y/n called behind me. “What are you doing out here without an umbrella. Come over here with me.”

“y-y/n?”

“Yes y-y/n!” She teased. “Last time I checked I don't look like Mona Lisa.”

I walked over to her, “Keep the umbrella, you have more important stuff to keep dry than I do.”

“No,” She insisted. “Take this umbrella and hold it up, I’m not asking.”

I took the umbrella from her, careful not to touch her hand, “y/n, I wanna get straight to the point. I never meant to hurt you. This has been the hardest weekend of my life and I really hope that you have a different story from me. You didn't deserve me at all.”

“Wilbur…” She cooed. “Get those thoughts out of your head. I won’t lie to you, today was rough, but we both got through it, didn't we?”

“Y-you’re not mad?” I asked.

“No, of course not!” She smiled. “What we had was great! I don't regret anything and I don't think you do either. I could tell that you were distant before you called it off. I knew that whatever you were going to do, that you didn't mean any harm. If you think that breaking up was the right thing to do, then it was.”

I smiled back at her, but I couldn’t hold it for long, “y/n, I’m not ready for a long term relationship. It scares me, it really does. We’re both figuring out what we wanna do and I don't want us to hold each other back or be making decisions with each other's mind when we don’t know how university is going to change us. I’m simply not mature enough. I was really happy with you, and I don't wanna lose that.”

“You didn't think that I was gonna cut you off did you?” She asked. “Wilbur, I would never do that! Dating was just a part of our relationship, but our communication and unity will forever be there! We don't have to be dating to have those things, and when you’re ready to try again, I’ll be right here.”

“I’ll hold you to that. And for now, we’re gonna stay friends. I want you to do what’s best for you and I’ll be there all the way through it.”

“Wilbur,” She pulled at my sleeve, “This is sweet and all and I would love to carry on this conversation, but this is my house. I think we subconsciously walked here. I’m gonna go home and I’ll call you tonight?” I nodded, agreeing with her. “If you are ever doubting yourself, you call or text me or come straight over. You’ll always be welcomed here. Take the umbrella with you and get home safe.” She leaned up on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss to my cheek, “You’re the best guy ever.”

Just as she was about to walk through the door, I called out to her, “y/n, I make a lot of promises and I know I don't always hold up to them, but I promise you, when I grow up, I’ll buy you a rose.”

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Hungover Love

word count: 2,688

pairing: UniversityStudent!Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

warnings: characters getting drunk and hungover - all assumed to be of legal age

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“Akaashi?” You repeated the name for the second time as you strained your ears to hear something besides bar music and Bokuto’s loud voice in the background.

“Hm?” The small grunt made you smile, knowing he was probably slumped over on a chair, holding his face in one hand and leaning on a table in front of him, with his other hand pressing his phone a little too hard on his ear.

You let out a small laugh, pausing the show you had on your TV so you could hear him better, “Akaashi, you called me. Did you need something?”

There was another grunt on the other end of the line, and you chuckled as you heard Konoha teasing Bokuto about something in the distance, “What is it, Akaashi?” You inquired some more, listening to him hum quietly to the song playing.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he mumbled and you just shook your head with a smile. God he must’ve had far too many drinks to be this out of it. “I fucking love Y/N Y/L/N. It almost feels like she can hear me right now,” he was saying and you just laughed. “Like I can... I can hear her laughing.”

“Akaashi, you idiot,” your face felt hot but you tried to ignore it. He was drunk. Very clearly drunk. He didn’t mean anything by it - the last time he was drunk, he told you he was going to leave his college volleyball team and join some new sport because Bokuto was getting on his nerves. 

It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t. It didn’t matter that those were the words you had been waiting to hear from him. It didn’t matter that you’d spent the last two years pining after him. He was drunk.

“Didya know... the other day.... Y/N smiled at me cause I said something funny- what did I say... I can’t remember what I said but I said something funny and she smiled and I just.. God it’s that smile ya know?” Akaashi’s voice seemed so much lighter than it did usually. You could tell that he was smiling and just imagining that goofy drunk smile on his face made your heart skip a beat or two.

“That’s nice,” you tried to keep things casual, avoid getting your hopes up too much. You didn’t want to ruin what you had with him - the nice fun friendship that was definitely just a friendship.

“Y/N?” Akaashi suddenly seemed a lot more present, as if just realizing you were on the line. 

“Yea?”

“Y/N!” The smile on his face was probably a lot bigger from the sounds of it, a chuckle slipping from his lips, “I love you, Y/N! I’ve loved you ever since I met you when you picked up my runaway ball for me back in high school. You were so pretty then and you’re super pretty now. Like you get prettier every day I see you-” his speech was quick and slurred, you could almost feel him getting drunker by the second.

“Akaashi-”

“Bokuto keeps telling me that I need to tell you but I dunno if I can because I’m pretty sure you like that dude that lives across from you and-”

“Akaashi-”

“But I guess I wouldn’t know until I told you right? So I’m telling you because I like you. I really like you. I wanted to bring you to that new ice cream place down the road from your place but you always seemed so busy and I don’t want to bug you, plus volleyball takes up so much time, and then there’s school, and I don’t even know how to balance volleyball, school, and a girlfriend-”

“Akaashi!” Your voice was louder this time, biting down on your inner cheek as his name left your lips. You needed him to stop - it had to stop. Your heart was fluttering too much and you couldn’t even tell how much of this was true. You wanted to tell yourself that alcohol could bring out people’s true feelings, but it also made you do dumb shit. And wouldn’t confessing to someone you didn’t actually like be considered dumb shit?

“Ya that’s me,” Akaashi mumbled, clearly a lot more tired than he seemed five seconds ago.

You tried not to laugh, tried to swallow your fears and your feelings, your heart feeling like it was beating a thousand times a minute. “I need you to go sober up, get some rest and drink lots of water okay?”

“But-”

“No but’s! You obviously drank way too much and honestly, I’ve never heard you talk like this before and I can’t even tell if it’s you anymore,” you acted like you were scolding him, putting up that wall again like you had so many other times before. He couldn’t really like you, could he? There was no way.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I fucking love you!” Akaashi yelled into the phone, making you cringe a bit at the volume.

Your chest was tightening, you couldn’t tell if it was fear or hope but whatever it was, it was scaring the shit out of you, “Shut the hell up! If you love me so much tell me when you’re sober, dammit!” You yelled back, immediately hanging up the phone. Your eyes widened as you watched the call screen disappear, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry.

The next few hours were radio silent from both Bokuto and Akaashi. You refused to text either of them in fear that you might accidentally say more than you wanted to.

It’s fine, he was really drunk from the sounds of it so he probably won’t even remember it right? I mean, the last time he got super drunk, he didn’t remember challenging the bartender to a pushup fight so... so he won’t remember.... right?

You paced in your room for a bit, glancing at your phone every five seconds to see if there was any sort of notification from either of your friends. But nothing. 

You barely slept a wink that night, tossing and turning while facing dreams of Akaashi laughing in your face the next time you saw him.

You thought I meant that? It was just a joke, Y/N.

I only see you as a friend, sorry.

Don’t you think you’re reading into our friendship a little too much? That’s all there is. Friendship. 

The idea of Akaashi awkwardly laughing in your face, giving you that half smile while dismissing your feelings haunted you for hours. By the time the sun came up, you gave up on the idea of sleeping and threw your blanket off of you. It was time to figure out how to survive your day without thinking about Akaashi Keiji at all. 

It wasn’t easy. Everything reminded you of him. Half of your Netflix was shows you were watching with him, or movies you’d already seen with him next to you. Your homework wasn’t any help either (though you definitely needed to get it done). Akaashi would normally come over and study with you, his adorable glasses making him look like some young professor, twirling his pencil around in his fingers while nodding along to some song stuck in his head. You couldn’t get used to studying on your own.

Radio silence finally broke when you texted Bokuto, asking if they all made it home safe last night and he responded with a very badly spelled text message saying, “himw safe so tirwd need adcil heaf hurtinh” (aka. home safe so tired need advil head hurting) 

Your lips curled into a small smile - at least Bokuto was alive. And the fact that he wasn’t all up in your face about Akaashi meant that the setter probably hadn’t said anything last night, or at least, it meant that Bokuto was too busy tending to a hangover to think about it.

A knock on your door made you jump, watching it for a moment before slowly approaching.

“Oi, open up, I know you’re in there.”

You calculated the odds and realistically there were only 3 reasons why Akaashi would be at your door right now, while he was still probably very hungover.

A. He was tired of listening to Bokuto complain about being hungover while also hungover and wanted you to help take care of him.

B. He wasn’t actually hungover and wanted to hang out.

C. He remembered your phone call from last night and wanted to confront you about it.

...

There was no way it was B or C so... it had to be A right?

You opened the door with a smile on your face, trying to pretend like this was the first time you spoke to him since you saw him earlier yesterday.

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” You asked, welcoming him in and watching his movements as he shuffled inside. He was wearing his sunglasses and wincing a little so... it definitely wasn’t B. He was definitely still hungover.

“Good morning to you too,” Akaashi chuckled slightly, groaning as he made his way over to your couch and flopped onto it. “God, my head is killing me,” he grumbled.

You felt almost a bit of relief - he wasn’t bringing it up so... it must mean that C wasn’t an option right? “I’ll make you some tea. Want something to eat?”

He made a noise that you assumed was a yes, grabbing some ramen packages that you liked to have whenever you were hungover.

“How’re the boys?” You asked as soon as the tea was finished, handing it to him as he sat up with a huff.

“Fine... I told them I didn’t want to get drunk,” he rolled his eyes. “But Bokuto kept pouring shots and being a little bitch when I didn’t want to have them... something about how he didn’t want to lose his best friend or something.”

You laughed, shaking your head slowly as you moved back to your little kitchen, “You’re always so busy studying. Bokuto probably just misses having you around.”

“We live together.”

“Ya well you’re always either on campus or here with me so I can see why he’d miss you,” you smirked, humming softly to yourself as you let the noodles cook. Things were okay. Things were normal. Things were going to be fine - all your worries were slipping away-

“So are we not going to talk about it?” 

Akaashi’s voice made you jump, turning around to find him standing right behind you and slowly sipping on the tea.

“Fuck, Akaashi, don’t do that,” you glared at him, hitting his arm, “Could’ve made me burn myself.” 

“Sorry,” he gave you a small smile, leaning against the nearby counter. “But we are going to talk about it, aren’t we?”

The ramen so clearly needed stirring and stirring was a full focus kind of job and this was obviously why you were looking into the pot and not looking at Akaashi, even though you could feel his eyes watching you, “Talk about what? Bokuto missing you?”

Akaashi chuckled and lifted his finger to under your chin, tilting your face to look at him, “I drank a lot. But I don’t think any amount of alcohol could make me forget how embarrassing I was.”

“Embarrassing?”

He watched your eyes for a moment before pulling his hand away from you and looking down at his tea, his smile slowly stiffening, “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you more uncomfortable. I just thought I should apologize and let you know that you don’t have to reject me or anything. I like being friends with you and that’s enough for me, even if there’s a part of me that wants more.”

You almost dropped your spoon on the floor, staring at him with wide eyes, “S-Sorry what? Apologize? For... for what?”

“For confessing to you while drunk,” Akaashi’s smile was turning more sad now, taking a slow sip from his tea. “I’d been considering telling you how I feel for a while now and I guess I should’ve stopped myself from drinking sooner to save you the embarrassment.”

“Embarrassment? Akaashi, don’t be an idiot,” you ignored the soup still dripping from the spoon and whacked his arm with it.

“Hey!”

“You’re telling me you were drunk enough to confess to me and to remember what you said but not remember what I said at the end?” You huffed, hands on your hips now. 

Akaashi’s eyes lifted to the ceiling in thought, his lips pursing slowly like he did when he was concentrating on getting an answer right on his homework, “I know you seemed mad,” he finally responded, shrugging a bit. “I figured it was cause I put you on the spot like that.”

“No you absolute meathead, it’s because after months and months of pining after you, weeks of Bokuto almost spilling my secret on multiple different occasions to you, him almost screaming to you once about how much I love you, you end up telling me you love me over a drunk phone call and I can’t tell if you’re being serious or just a drunk dummy!” You scold him, hitting his arm again with your hand and shaking your head. God, for a boy with as high of an average as he had, how is it possible that there were no brain cells running around in that head of his?

Akaashi smirked a little, watching your eyes as you ranted, a playful smile on his lips, “So... you love me huh?”

“You better get out of my sight before I dump this ramen on your head,” you glare at him, trying your best not to smile because his smile was just so contagious but ugh that evil little smirk of his-

His lips were suddenly on your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your skin and letting you feel the smirk still toying on his expression, “Drunk or not. I do love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y-Yeah yeah whatever,” you avoid his eyes some more, your whole face feeling hot and your cheek tingling where he had kissed you. “Go sit, it’s almost done.”

“Not until you say it back,” he teased, hugging you from behind and peppering your cheeks with some more kisses. “You said you love me, you can’t take it back now. Say it again.”

“Why?” you laughed, trying to pull away from his tight hug.

“Because it’s the best news I’ve ever gotten and I want to hear you say it again and again and again,” he insisted, turning you around to face him and smiling down at you. “Pretty please?”

You sighed with a smile on your face because as annoying as he could be, you really did mean it when you tell him, “I love you too, Akaashi.”

Alone time with Akaashi lasted long enough for him to properly ask you to go on a date with him to that ice cream shop, and was then interrupted by Bokuto showing up at your door and inviting himself in with a grin.

Apparently, the cure to Bokuto’s hangover was just knowing his two best friends had finally confessed to each other.

“God, I thought he’d never get drunk enough,” Bokuto grinned proudly to himself after you had happily explained the details to him. “I thought I’d have to just keep ordering him drinks.”

“What?” Akaashi glared at him, putting the pieces together.

Bokuto just smirked mischievously, “You can’t get mad cause it worked. I figured it would take a miracle to get you two to confess. And getting you drunk is basically a miracle.”

The fact that you were laughing made Akaashi want to kill Bokuto a little less, and even though he glared some more at his best friend, he would secretly thank him later for helping him get the courage to get the girl of his dreams. As much as Bokuto could get on his nerves sometimes, it really would be thanks to him that Akaashi got to take you out on that cute date and tell you just how much he loves you every day.

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