#Especially if it involves someone feeling guilty

[achaotichuman]

What the fuck indeed. Thank you to @scrungocapitalism for this comment!

I think I've touched on this point on other rants before, but I want to go into more detail.

To start, let's take a look at some definitions.

Now, let's recount the events of what led up to Feyre and Lucien appearing as having an affair.

If anyone notices any wrong details please point them out, I am going off of memory here.

Feyre pretends to have a nightmare, she thrashes around in her sheets in such a violent manner that she knows Lucien will hear her, and feel pity for her. Setting up a scene where Lucien will feel guilty if he refuses her.

She goes to his rooms, and continues the act of pretending she had a horribly violent nightmare, and doesn't want to go to her husband for comfort, she wants only him. Putting them in a situation where she is in another's man room in the middle of the night, in only a nightgown, while he is only half-dressed. And naturally this act lays the guilt on thick if he were to refuse her.

So, Lucien comforts her, by holding her. However, he is under the impression she is terrified and desperately needing comfort, so he does this as a first instinct to calm her down. He is not aware, that Feyre is touching him so that she can make it look as though they were having a sexual affair.

She then waits until she knows Tamlin will be around, and then looks up at Lucien, in a way that Feyre describes as "Looking like they had just finished, or were about to start."

Tamlin sees them, and immediately assumes what Feyre wanted him to assume. She does all of this, knowing she is going to get a reaction out of Tamlin that will cause Tamlin to stop trusting Lucien, and wedge their relationship apart.

Hmmmm, tricking someone into being in a sexual position with you so that you can frame them as having being involved in an affair with you, despite them not wanting to be with you, and not wanting to appear like they are with you. Shall we refer back to our definitions? Tricking someone into a sexual situation with you, is by definition sexual assault. Feyre tricked Lucien, it was part of plan to destroy the Spring Court. Feyre sexually abused Lucien in this scene.

Not to mention, Feyre has such a lack of care for Lucien, especially in situations like this. Near the end of the whole Spring Court destruction plan, she was about to abandon Lucien and leave him to be raped by Ianthe, and only turns back because "Oh but poor Rhysie was almost raped by her, better turn back!"

I honestly, cannot keep defending Feyre anymore. Not that I really have, but I've always viewed her as a young woman who was taken advantage of by Rhysand, and groomed into acting like this. Which, do not mistake me, she was, however, there is a point where, what Feyre did was not all Rhysand. Rhysand didn't know her plan, he encouraged her absolutely, but he did not specifically tell her to abuse Tamlin and Lucien, and leave the Spring Court for dead. She did all of that entirely by herself, and feels no remorse for it.

The more I think about what Feyre has done, how she did them and why she went about them, the more I just cannot stand her. She is just... beyond hope at this point.

ACOTAR Rant

Have y'all missed these? I have. The rambling juice machine is running again apparently.

Okay, so I just saw a post @an6elic-d3vil made about the scene in Frozen where Elsa freezes Anna's heart reminding them of Tamlin's outburst in the study in ACOMAF, and it triggered a very very long rant about this. You can find the original post here, I didn't want to hijack it with my senseless rambling.

Also, side note, I think I've gone into some detail about what I'm going on about here before. I don't think I've ever made a full explanation of my line of thinking. But just to preface, if I get a singular comment or reblog calling me an abuse apologist, a victim blamer or a misogynist, you will not be acknowledged and you will be blocked.

Anyway, onto the rant.

Honestly, this is the best example of what happened between Tamlin and Feyre. No one blames Elsa for harming Anna, despite her finally accessing full power, no one would expect her to have full control over them, she had lived in fear of them her entire life. She saw herself as a monster who could hurt or potentially kill Anna, and when eventually pushed to her absolute breaking point, she exploded. Anna wasn't at fault either, but later on, it's clear she recognized that Elsa wasn't in full control, and that what she had done was not an example of her true character but a reaction she had no control over.

It's the same situation with Feyre, minus how Anna handled the situation, Tamlin had just gotten back the full extent of his powers, whilst still under immense stress. He canonically did not want the High lord's magic, and viewed himself as a monster who could hurt or potentially kill those around him. He lived in fear of himself, and when eventually pushed to his absolute breaking point, he exploded. It was a natural reaction that he had no control over whatsoever. Feyre was not at fault for it either, but unlike Anna, Feyre actively went out of her way to attribute this outburst to Tamlin's true character, when it was obviously a reaction that he actively regretted.

Tamlin then tried to reign in his magic, despite still being under immense stress, and having to deal with power that was out of control. He tried to be better, but unlike Anna with Elsa, who tried to help Elsa, Feyre sabotaged his attempts and purposefully pushed him to the point that he would lose control of his magic, and then put herself in harms way so that she could ruin his reputation.

When you look at it how it is and not through the eyes of Feyre's biased POV, what Feyre did to Tamlin when she returned to the Spring Court, is far more sinister.

Was Feyre being harmed by Tamlin's outburst of magic the first time her fault? No, of course not.

Was Feyre being harmed by Tamlin's outburst of magic the second time, when she manipulated him into having an attack, and then went out of her way to ensure he harmed her so that she could ruin his reputation and therefore destabilize the Court, her fault? HMMMMM....

Not to mention that throughout that scene, at least from my shitty memory, Tamlin was aware that he was slowly reaching his breaking point, and telling, practically pleading with Feyre, to stop, so that he didn't hurt her by accident.

Hmm, an orchestrated pattern of behavior, in this case preying on your partner's fear and high-functioning anxiety that is driven by their intense trauma, that centers around forcing a reaction out of them so that you can maintain power and control over how other people perceive them for your own personal gain? Sounds a lot like...

On a side note, I'm also kind of done with the continued rhetoric that Feyre should have 'just gone after Tamlin' and left the rest of the Spring Court alone. Because, honest to God, explain to me why she is justified in abusing Tamlin.

"He locked her up." She was attempting to follow him onto dangerous territory, despite being untrained, in a new body, and having a history of running into dangerous situations and winding up needing to saved. Even when it came to Amarantha, Feyre DIED. She has never succeeded once in protecting herself on her own when in a highly dangerous situation, she always ended up needing someone beside her or to rescue her.

"He was controlling her." He had a few sentries ensure that she would not be in harm's way. They had Amarantha's big boss coming at them and Feyre just killed one of his biggest assets, you don't think that Tamlin wouldn't be smart enough to know that Hybern would have his eyes set on Feyre?

Should Tamlin have helped Feyre in training her new powers? Yes. Did his fear of losing Feyre again blind him to what she actually needed? Also yes. But I implore you to refer to the Elsa and Anna example above. Now, that's a little bit different, Elsa was the one locking herself away, but the principle remains. Elsa controlled Anna in not allowing her to marry Hans, hiding information that caused the entire plot of the movie, and wound up harming Anna significantly because of this. But the important thing to note is that, Elsa didn't know any better. How could she have known that Anna would be able to handle this information when it literally almost killed them as kids? Plus, no one would ever say Elsa wasn't entirely correct in telling Anna she could not marry Hans, she did know better in that regard. Why would Tamlin want to involve Feyre in more magic, when she literally died a few months ago after getting too involved with Fae? And why would Tamlin not know better than Feyre when it came to her following him on a dangerous mission, he has been in these situations before, and knows more about them.

Feyre was traumatized and needed a space that Tamlin could not give her, but Tamlin needed a space that Feyre couldn't give him either. They didn't help each other, they weren't physically able to, and neither were in a mental state in which they could successfully care for the other. And that is neither of their fault. But I again ask you, why is that a reason that Feyre should be allowed to abuse Tamlin as 'punishment'?

I have absolutely strayed from the original point I wanted to make, but I'm sort of glad I did. I've never considered Elsa and Anna as a possible example of Feyre and Tamlin's relationship and yet, it's almost a perfect reflection. Trauma will change the way people think, and when panicked people lose their rationale. Tamlin should have done things differently, and later on, when he saw how his actions led to Feyre ending up in the Night Court, he actively tried to be better.

If any of you have anything to add, please do. I think there is also something to be said about the power imbalance between Feyre and Tamlin, but I think it's also similar to that of Elsa and Anna, where Elsa is Queen and Anna is the Princess.

Also, obviously, Feyre's fucked up perception of Tamlin is driven by SJM trying to break up Feylin to make Feysand happen, so a lot of things that Tamlin does are just... very random? They happen not because, Tamlin as a character would do that, but because SJM is trying to make Tamlin a horrible person. Which she is failing to do, because all of these things happen off screen, e.i killing the sentries who were on duty when Morrigan kidnapped Feyre, giving Lucien a black eyes and a split lip, etc. We don't see the very random acts of cruelty on screen, and if we do see acts of cruelty, they tend to be for a good reason. For example, the wraiths that had nothing to give for the Tithe, and Tamlin being like "Well you give something, or you're gonna be hunted down." This happens because, one- everyone has to do it, no exceptions are ever made, and two- what each person has is calculated and their taxes are all equal to the amount they have, which is extremely fair tbh.

So, yeah, this is my very long post of why Feyre is actually a really shitty character and what she did to Tamlin and the Spring Court was not a #girlyboss move, but actually a "You abused your ex for funzies" move.

[marthafanaamay]

Charlie giving false hope angst

Okay so it's a pretty common theory that Lilith and Lucifer are divorced since she has been gone for 7 years. Charlie would totally come to this same conclusion despite her dad still wearing his wedding ring and referring to Lilith as his wife instead of his ex. Meanwhile, Charlie notices that Alastor has become smitten with Lucifer and she immediately jumps into "omg two dads" mode and encourages the Radio Demon to pursue her dad. However, just as Charlie finally convinces Alastor to confess his feelings, Lilith finally shows up. Lucifer and Lilith are all lovey-dovey because they never split up. Everyone in the hotel just thought Lucifer was in denial each time he said that they were still together. Now Alastor is heartbroken and poor Charlie feels so GUILTY for giving her friend false hope.

[edwinisms]

I know how it sounds at first, but I really gotta feel bad for the boys that sacrificed edwin; I mean even the term “sacrificed edwin” paints them in a more sinister light than they really deserve– considering that wasn’t really, actually their intention.

they were bullies, they were homophobic (and/or were self loathing gay boys themselves taking it out on edwin, or were equally likely peer pressured into acting a certain way), they planned something stupid and mean to do to an innocent, anxious boy with the goal of scaring the shit out of him, all because he was effeminate and an easy target. but they didn’t know or expect any of the ritual stuff to be real. they were all laughing and joking during the ritual because it was just that to them– a joke. a cruel joke, but a joke.

teenagers can be mean and stupid and they usually regret it as adults and grow out of it / grow from it. they were stifled the chance to grow out of it, at least while alive. none of those boys deserved to be instakilled and sent to hell; they’re really not that much less deserving than edwin himself. they were all just kids, after all.

[eikichi-supremacy]

hey so do you think wtv keiko had to deal with growing up with yusuke could be considered a type of parentification

[musaslullaby]

I would marry you

Charles Leclerc x reader x Arthur Leclerc (platonic)

Summary: Yn helps Arthur cook for a dinner with an unexpected guest.

Warning: Just fluff.

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I parked my car in Arthur's driveway, my childhood friend, with a smile on my face. It had almost become a routine for us to spend time together, especially when it involved cooking. Arthur, despite being a disaster in the kitchen, wanted to prove to his friends that he could cook something without burning it all, and I could never say no when he asked for my help.

"Arthur, it’s me!" I called out loudly as I rang the doorbell. I heard his footsteps approaching, and a moment later, the door opened, revealing his smiling face.

"Hey, star!" he greeted me affectionately, wrapping me in a warm hug. I felt the heat of his arms around me as I blushed slightly from embarrassment.

"Please, stop with that nickname," I replied, trying to maintain a firm tone, though I knew the blush on my cheeks gave away my discomfort. He’d been calling me that since I was six years old, a nickname I hated, but despite my protests, Arthur continued to use it.

He burst out laughing, his laughter infectious. "Come on, I know you still have that blue dress with the stars!" he joked, referring to that silly princess dress my dad got me for Christmas. I gave him a playful slap on the chest, trying to pout, but he just smiled at me, and the warmth of his affection reflected in his eyes.

Once inside, we headed straight to the kitchen. Arthur followed me like a puppy, eager to know what we were going to cook. "How about lasagna?" I suggested, starting to lay out the ingredients on the counter.

Arthur’s face lit up. "Can I help? I feel guilty letting you do all the work," he said, using those sweet eyes that I knew he reserved only to convince me. He put on an apron with a panda face drawn on it, and the sight made me burst out in loud laughter.

"Oh my God, where did that come from?" I asked, still laughing as I tried to catch my breath, clutching my stomach that was starting to hurt.

"A relic from my mom," he replied, pretending to pout. "Now stop laughing, seriously, it's not funny," he added, turning around with a mock-offended look. With a smile, without thinking twice, I hugged him from behind.

"Don't be like that," I whispered, trying to hold back tears from laughing. I felt his arms gently tighten around me.

"I’ll forgive you just this once," he said, his tone now lighter and sweeter.

Cooking with Arthur was always a mystical experience, a blend of chaos and affection. Even though he was clumsy, his presence made everything more fun. As we prepared the lasagna, every layer of pasta, sauce, and mozzarella was an opportunity for jokes and laughter. But his clumsiness led him to play a silly prank: he threw a bit of sauce on my nose.

I looked at him in disbelief, my eyes wide open, while he whistled, feigning innocence. "I hate you," I said, rolling my eyes, but the truth was that at that moment, I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. I wiped my nose on his apron, provoking a disgusted cry from him.

Our bond was so special, full of little complicities and jokes, an affection that went beyond mere friendship. There was an intimacy between us that few could understand, and it was something I cherished dearly in my heart.

Just as we finished preparing the lasagna, someone knocked on the door. Arthur offered to go open it, leaving me alone in the kitchen with the smell of freshly baked food. When he returned, his face was serene, as if nothing had happened.

"So? Who was it?" I asked, curious. But Arthur, with his usual nonchalance, only replied, "Charles."

That name sent a chill down my spine. A rush of adrenaline surged through my body, and my heart began to race. "Why the hell didn’t you tell me he was coming too?" I blurted out, maybe a bit too loudly. Arthur ran a hand through his hair, clearly embarrassed.

"Look, I forgot, okay?" he muttered, his tone guilty, but I didn’t have time to respond because just then the door to the house opened with a loud click.

"We’ll deal with this later," I hissed, giving him a look that left no doubt about my displeasure. I saw Arthur’s face pale slightly.

"Hey, guys," Charles greeted, walking in with the usual confidence that characterized him. He hugged Arthur with a smile, then turned to me, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. He approached and hugged me, and my heart skipped a beat. That contact, so simple and innocent, ignited a fire of emotions within me that I desperately tried to control.

By now it was known to everyone, even the walls of that house, that I had a massive crush on Charles, my best friend's brother. But he had always been out of my reach, dating girls who seemed to shine much brighter than me.

We sat down at the table, and Arthur brought out the lasagna. The dish was perfect, golden and crispy on the surface, with a soft, gooey inside. The smell filled the room, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Charles took a bite and smiled. "Okay, I bet Yn made this," he said, looking at me with approval.

Arthur pulled me closer with a knowing look. "Yeah, you know she’s amazing with Italian dishes."

"How are you, Charles?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm as I cut a piece of lasagna, avoiding looking into his eyes for too long.

"The races are going as they go," Charles began, choosing his words carefully, "but I have to admit, ever since I broke up, I’ve been feeling a lot better."

Those words took me completely by surprise. "You broke up?" I asked, staring at him in disbelief, my fork stopping halfway.

"Oh, yeah, and for a while now. I thought they had told you," Charles replied, throwing an accusatory glance at Arthur, who nervously scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed.

"Why did you break up? You two seemed… madly in love," I asked, trying to shift the focus away from Arthur and his awkwardness.

"Well, you know, she was a bitch who only cared about money and fame," Charles explained with a bluntness that surprised me. "And then… I realized I want a lighter, more playful relationship. With her, everything was too heavy." He paused and added, "She would never have cooked for us. You know, I’d marry you just for that."

In that moment, my world stopped. His words seemed to echo in my head, as his eyes stayed fixed on mine, filled with an intensity I had never noticed

before. My heart was racing, and my breath suddenly became short. I tried to figure out if he was joking or if there was something deeper in those words, but his serious and slightly embarrassed look confused me.

"You’re joking, right?" Arthur intervened, trying to lighten the mood with a nervous smile.

"Of course," Charles replied, but there was a hesitation in his voice that didn’t go unnoticed. He kept looking at me, and even though he tried to keep the tone light, his cheeks turned a faint pink, as if he were torn between saying something important and wanting to keep our relationship as it was.

The silence that followed was dense with unspoken emotions. Arthur, perhaps realizing the tension, stood up abruptly, breaking the spell. "So, who wants some wine?" he asked, heading to the kitchen with a haste that betrayed his desire to divert attention from the conversation that had just taken place.

I remained still for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. The idea that Charles could even vaguely consider the idea of being with me filled me with a pure and innocent hope. But at the same time, I knew how complicated the situation was. He was my best friend’s brother, and our bond, as deep and sincere as it was, had never crossed that fine line that separated brotherly affection from something more.

As Arthur returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses, Charles and I exchanged one last look. He smiled at me, a small smile that seemed to say many things. And for a moment, I let that smile warm my heart, forgetting all the complications for an instant.

Arthur poured the wine, and we sat down again, trying to steer the conversation back to lighter tones. But the atmosphere had changed.

As we sipped the wine and enjoyed the last slice of lasagna, I couldn’t help but think about how strange fate was. Sometimes, it makes us go in circles, it makes us take winding paths, only to bring us back exactly where we were meant to be from the beginning. Maybe that lunch, with its simplicity and surprises, was one of those moments that mark a turning point, a new chapter that opens, even if we didn’t yet know where it would lead us.

And as the evening went on, and the laughter and jokes filled the room, I couldn’t help but glance at Charles from time to time, wondering if he felt that change too, if he was thinking about what could happen between us if only we had the courage to explore that possibility.

Maybe, I thought, while smiling at Arthur’s jokes, that some things just need a little more time to mature. And maybe, in the end, fate would find a way to connect those dots that seemed to have been left hanging for so long.

[loveemagicpeace]

🎸Mars Energy🎸

⚡️Mars is a powerful figure in mythology. Mars on me represents the principle factor, the energy we need to make us encourages to action. It gets us out of bed every morning and helps us achieve our goals throughout the day. It is also our representation of masculinity, as Venus is our representation of femininity. Both men and women need a well-functioning Mars to feel that we are powerful and that we have life in our hands. Mars needs challenges, and not just in battle or dispute, but also in physical activities, such as competitive games and sports or any field, at with which we can flex our muscles and compete with others to win. Like Venus, Mars is also associated with the sexual attraction and sexual relations, and both planets they reveal us approach to sexuality and courtship. In this, Mars especially delights in pursuit and conquest.

⚡️Unlike Venus, it is not relationship-oriented and can lose interest as soon as it conquers an object/person. Unless he runs into competitors then he starts fighting. The energy of Mars indicates how we behave and react. How we compete, how we win someone over and what our charm is. Mars shows how we keep our vibrancy and energy alive. The position of Mars in the chart shows our way of pursuing (the object & person we want). Mars is an indicator of what kind of men, and Venus, what kind of women we get involved with. Although many times relationships are influenced by both.

Mars is known for its lust for dominance, but it can be overbearing and tempting to impose one's will on others. Mars represents our primal passions, inclusive with anger. But Mars can also get you in trouble sometimes. It is important to release our anger. This is very important for our health, because we can get seriously ill if we suppress these energies. Suppressing anger is a matter of course associated with health problems such as stress and depression. The ability to exercise our will and achieve what we want is a talent in itself that we have to learn. After a period of learning from mistakes we start in our thirties and forties after we tend to use Mars more skillfully to our advantage.

🎡Aries Mars is particularly monotonous, spontaneous and quick to act according to his will. It can also catch fire spontaneously,and explosive moments are followed by calm ones, because anger usually does not last long. You have a fiery and strong approach to your desires. Usually when you want something you want to get it by any means. When it comes to competition, you are very competitive and forget about others. You put more emphasis on physical pleasure.

🦋Scorpio Mars has a strong will, but he has more control over the planning and execution of his actions, so he is more precise and efficient. Mars in Scorpio is usually expressed with the words and emotions, and less with fighting. Sexual expression is important for both signs, but Mars in Scorpio loves more emotionally. When it comes to love, he becomes very self-sacrificing. He will do anything for the person he loves. But when he is deceived, he can become your worst enemy. He is intense, passionate, combative and persistent, but his energy only shows when he really feels someone.

🧁Mars in mutable watery Pisces will be rather gentle and passive and will find it difficult to express itself decisively. He may hold back his anger so as not to upset others, and he may act less directly, he may even act like a victim to make others feel guilty and let us get our way. But many times you can make emotional sacrifices for other people or give them too much and then you are disappointed. Mars in Pisces is at its best when alone. You can isolate yourself a lot from other people.

🥨Mars in an earth sign, such as fixed Taurus, can be very calm and slow to respond, but with slow and patient steps he advances towards what he wants. Like a bull, it can be charged with enormous energy and charge at an attacker when angered or threatened. Mars in Taurus can also be very passionate and lustful, which makes him an emperor an exquisite and extremely patient lover.

✨Capricorn mars tends to be very competitive when it comes to business, success, money, reputation. You will want to achieve the biggest and be the best. When it comes to love, they can be quite cold sometimes. Many times they can put the business before the person. Their anger is usually not expressed, many times they keep it inside. Their nature is not so much focused on several things but on only one. It's the same in love - you like to invest in someone who seems stable and worth your time. They are not people who like to go on dates.

☁️Cancer Mars they have a very emotional response to things around them. You can hurt them quickly. They like to invest their time in their family, people close to them. They don't like average relationships. Many times their energy is emotional. Their anger is responsive in many ways but can also change quickly. They are a sign that can quickly forgive (even if it doesn't seem like it at first). They love stalking people. And when they want something, they will go anywhere to get it. They can do some pretty crazy stuff.

🥤Virgo Mars show practicality, decision-making and thinking. They know how to work hard for what they want if their desire is very strong. They put a lot of emphasis on hygiene, health, routine and lifestyle. They tend to dislike people who smoke or have strange habits. Many times they notice little things in people. They devote a lot of energy to staying in good health, but that's precisely why they can get sick. Because they can deal with it too much.

🥊Sagittarius Mars their energy is manifested through the will to live. They are the people who will always make you smile and make you feel that there is only one life and you can make the most of it. Spontaneous people and many times make an impulsive decision, which many times turns out to be good. They laugh a lot and are optimistic. They give a lot of energy to travel, spirituality, playfulness, learning, new things. Their approach is often optimistic, although they can have a lot of anger behind it. However, since this is a fiery sign, they can be impulsive, react violently, directly, rudely. They are tough opponents and when they set a goal they will achieve it. They can be very competitive when it comes to something they are passionate about. Or when it comes to a person who means a lot to them. They are not afraid to confront people and will always want quick actions and reactions. They almost never get sick, but that's because they are optimists.

🪂Leo Mars their energy is manifested through a passion for playfulness, childhood, fun. They put a lot of effort into having fun and enjoying the things they love. They have many hobbies. They can be possessive and jealous, but they won't show it right away. A lot depends on the energy they want to feel with the person. When they notice that the person they want has fans, they will become even more competitive. They will be most competitive in sports or love. Many times they will want to conquer you with their dominance. They are not afraid of challenges and will step into them without fear if they are mature enough. They are fighting and persistent in themselves. Actions count for them.

🎢Gemini Mars their energy is very mutable. They are all over the place most of their time. And they need a lot of change but they are most good with words than actions. They will talk much more than actually do. They can be very unstable and change their mind many times. They will often compete when it comes to verbal duels. Even at school, they know how to compete. Their health fluctuates because they can become quite anxious at times or think too much about things they cannot change. They can seduce you with mind games.

🫧Libra Mars their energy usually shows through the relationships but can be different kind of relationship it doesn't meant to be like romantic relationship. It can be friendships. If they are not in a relationship, they can give a lot of their energy to their friends. Their anger is usually passive aggressive. They often avoid conflicts because they like peace. Their passive aggressive behavior can lead to them getting sick (because they keep too much anger inside). It is good for them to express their feelings and anger as much as possible.

⛸️Aquarius Mars their energy is focused on humanitarian matters (they like to help others), dreams, goals, social networks. They like to do the things they like. They also like to be alone. They have rebellious kind of anger so they will fight for the rights or people they love or things that are connected to them. But they are not people who fight about I don't know some random stuff. They have the unique way how to seduce people and it's always different. They can also seduce you with their uniqueness or something about that is so different and this is why people are attracted to them somehow. They can work a lot on staying in shape and following themselves. Because they can get sick unexpectedly. Many times the diseases are very strange.

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-Rebekah🍸🎸🧁

[ddarker-dreams]

BRILLIANT fucking idea: SR reader insinuating/offhandedly admitting… she has never been intimate. everyone hearing it like 🧍🏾‍♀️ how do you mean. idk j the flustered bashfulness of suddenly being like “wajt wait if im her bf ,,, im her first love”

SCREAMINGGGGG

[Scarlet Ribbons index]

Giorno

Giorno is a bit strange because he almost wishes he had a predecessor to analyze (and completely outshine). He isn’t disappointed per se, he’s not that weird, but having more study material never hurts. Positive relationships are foreign to him, since he’s been distant from others most of his life. He got along with people well enough — he just preferred his own company. Now that he’s had a taste of your company, he’s keen on making it a lifelong occurrence. Overhearing this admission has him wondering if traditional courting methods don’t do much for you. Or, more realistically, that they go over your pretty head. He's witnessed you interpreting the gang's flirtations as platonic. Consequently, he gives considerable thought to ensuring this isn't a fate that befalls him. Corny as it sounds, his new dream is to stand beside you as your husband. He's chasing this goal without abandon.

Bruno

Bruno feels immensely guilty for eavesdropping on a conversation involving something so personal, but he couldn't help himself. An immense weight feels like it's been lifted from his shoulders upon learning you haven't gotten romantically involved with anyone before. This relief is followed up with sharp self-condemnation — as your leader, he shouldn't get involved with your personal affairs. Maintaining any professional distance is difficult though, especially when you're so likable. People are naturally drawn to you and he's no different. That's why this revelation comes as a surprise, albeit a good one. He tells himself he'd be happy for you if you loved someone else... however, deep down, he knows the regret would eat him alive. He struggles to concentrate the rest of the day. His mind keeps wandering back to thoughts of you, specifically, finding solace in one another’s warmth. The most innocent thoughts make his heart flutter, the man is smitten.

Fugo

Fugo almost renounces his atheism — perhaps there is a God after all. Then he's reminded that you're completely out of his league, submersing him back into the Nietzsche headspace. His self-esteem isn't the best, so the way he looks at it is if no one else was good enough to catch your attention, what chance did he have? It's a miracle you even put him with him. He's blunt, stubborn, and easy to agitate, yet you're one of the few people alive who don't treat him like a ticking time bomb. When his initial pessimism dies down, he fantasizes about you getting flustered by things like a first kiss. It's a cute mental image. Would you fidget? Accidentally bump heads and apologize? Get sweaty palms? Before he knows it, he's invented an entire storyline in his head. It's mushy enough that he struggles to look you in the eye the next time he sees you.

Mista

Mista pretends he knew it all along, as if the Pistols hadn't kept him awake multiple nights, speculating over your relationship status. The little fellas held full-blown debates. Since he's a chill, go-with-the-flow type of guy, he wouldn't have turned green with envy had he learned you former lovers. If they brought you happiness, who is he to hold it against them? Regardless, he can't deny his budding excitement. Should you reciprocate his feelings, you'll experience all your firsts with him. Those initial milestones are the moments that stick with people throughout their life. It's your first kiss in particular that he'd like to have for himself. He intends to sweep you off your feet — literally. It's got to be like those old Hollywood flicks he grew up watching, or what's the point?

Narancia

Narancia has to stop himself from audibly cheering. The multiple abandonments he underwent in the past has him latching onto the few people remaining in his life. This includes you, naturally. You've brought him so much joy, the risk of losing that, losing you, it's a fear that eats away at him. He worries that if you had exes, you might compare him to them and determine he's subpar. Then he'd be cast aside like trash as he had been multiple times before. These insecurities nourish his possessive tendencies. Learning that he has no exes to fend off is a great relief because he would've defended you viciously. It isn't until later that he daydreams over the more innocent implications, like being your first (and only!) boyfriend. He gets so preoccupied by the thought that he walks into a few walls.

Abbacchio

He's actually surprised to learn about this. He considers using Moody Blues so he can hear the entire conversation, but decides against it, believing it to be an intrusion of your privacy. Abbacchio's of the opinion that to maximize your happiness, you should find love outside of Passione. He wants that for you, and yet... his heart physically aches whenever the possibility crosses his mind. What's the alternative, then? Would he make for a suitable partner? He finds the mere possibility laughable. Your brightness would be engulfed by the gaping maw that is his existence. He considers this an empirical truth, not some 'woe is me' sentiment. Ultimately, anytime your love life (or lack of one) is brought up, he distracts himself, so as not to fixate on his shortcomings.

[bellawoso]

girls

aitana bonmati x fem!reader

desc: kinda implicit smut but not much, still rated 16+ please!! also kinda short - im sorry its exam season and im dying 😭😭

aitana knew from a young age that she was into girls, when her highschool friends spent their free time talking about boys, she could never find it in herself to involve herself in the conversation. not many people knew about her sexuality, only ona and keira had a slight idea of it, after seeing aitana go home with a woman on one of the team night outs. if anyone asked aitana about her sexuality, she wouldnt lie, she would tell them confidentially that she was a lesbian, she wasnt ashamed of who she was after all.

the reason why hardly anyone knew, was that aitana didnt do relationships. most people on the team already knew that, aitana prioritised football over everything especially after 2023 ended, and as the awards kept stacking up, her winning mentality only increased, she put all of her time into making herself better.

that didnt make the spaniard inexperienced in the sexual aspects, and was never one to turn down a woman at the bar, but aitana preferred to skip the flirting, and get out of the club as soon as possible, especially before someone like mapi saw, who aitana knew would tease her all day at training.

however, since you joined the team, aitana didnt care about mapi seeing anymore, and instead focused on trying to not let you see, aitana wasnt sure why she was so against the idea of you knowing she was going home with another woman. but each time the midfielder spotted you sat down, laughing with your fellow lionesses at the table, the midfielder couldnt help but feel guilty as she let the other woman tug her towards the door.

as aitanas hookups increased, so did the pit of betrayal at the bottom of her stomach. but after one night, when thoughts of you plagued her mind as a girl that she didnt even know the name of came undone on her fingers, she knew she had to stop. normally, aitana lasted a few rounds, however this time her skills in the bedroom couldnt change her hookups mind, as aitana did the walk of shame out of this girls house after accidentally moaning your name as she came.

aitana did stop though, nearing around 4 months without a single girl, however the longer the period of time she spent without anyone, the more time she spent daydreaming of you. the main issue was that aitana was hardly even friends with you, sure the two of you had chemistry on the pitch, but off the pitch, the spaniard had no idea about you. aitana could just go on google or youtube to find out some facts about you and watch your interviews (which she had already done) however, anyone could find this out about you, aitana wanted to know things that the internet didnt. and to do that, she needed to try talk to you.

———

aitana liked to think of herself as a confident person, it took a lot of courage to heartlessly tell someone that they are nothing more than a hookup, but aitana hadnt thought about the fact that she had never had to see those women again. if you rejected her, then aitana would still have to see you each day at training, and she didnt think she could live with the embarrassment and awkwardness of that.

so she decided to first ask you to get a coffee with her after training, she knew lucy had brought you to training, so she could give you a lift back as well. aitanas plan was to befriend you first, and then try figure out if you reciprocated her feelings or not.

so when aitana decided she would offer to spot you, she didnt anticipate her body freezing up with nerves as she was about to ask you, which unluckily happened at the same time you failed your rep and actually needed aitanas help.

due to your intense sets, you were breathing unevenly as you tried to get aitanas attention, except gasping out “tana” didnt help the brunette anymore. instead her face blushed crimson, the spaniards pent up neediness for an orgasm from somebody other than herself was getting to her, and her mind couldnt help but think of how good you sounded saying her name.

her short daze was broken by you once again saying her name, as she quickly took the bar off you, repeating “lo siento” as you still gasped for air. when you grabbed onto the brunettes bicep for support, struggling to hold your self up after having your oxygen supply restricted for too long. you couldnt help but notice the muscle flexing unconsciously below your fingertips, which only seemed to make you feel more lightheaded.

“dios mio aitana, are you trying to kill me?” you wheezed out with a raspy chuckle, only to be met with silence from the midfielder and her holding up your water bottle to you. “you know im not mad at you, right tana?” you asked the spaniard, uncomfortable at the thought of her thinking your mad at her. “si, yes i know y/n, are you sure your okay?” she asked, as she gathered the courage to start rubbing comforting circles on your back. only when ona came up to the two of you, asking the both of you what happened accompanied with a knowing glance shot at aitana, did her hand stop rubbing circles on your back. the brunette instead let her hand fall, so it rested dangerously low on your lower back, causing you to shiver involuntarily.

you decided to call off your gym session early, you couldnt keep aitana off your mind, and your back still tingled where her hand had once rested. aitana decided to accompany you and drive you home, claiming she “owed it to you” after almost ending your life. despite the girls actual reason to take you home being she wanted to build her friendship with you, you suspected the midfielder just felt bad. never once did it cross your mind to ask what it was that had aitana so distracted during your workout.

———

your apartment was a 10 minute drive from the training grounds, however aitana had decided to take a detour, claiming that it would be faster due to the bad traffic in barcelona. however, after almost 45 minutes in the car, you were beginning to get tired, you were having a great conversation with the brunette who currently had one hand resting on the steering wheel, expertly navigating round the quieter streets of barcelona. as you looked over at the midfielder, you couldnt help but admire her side profile, and the way her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tried to remember the route.

a quick glance at the street you were currently at, on the map displayed by the screen of her car, had you internally groaning in frustration as you realised you were still half an hour away from your apartment.

“aita, are we almost there? im tired” you asked the midfielder, who now had a look of shock and suprise on her face.

aitana hadnt even realised how long she had been in the car with you for, she only meant to detour and make the route 10 minutes longer, not an hour. even the detour was only so she had enough time to build her courage to ask you out for a coffee.

“oh- yeah almost y/n! uhhh- like, another.. 30 minutes?” she said sheepishly, before quickly rushing out “¿Te gustaría tomar un café conmigo mañana?”

“aita, i dont speak spanish remember? especially not at the speed you just spoke at!” you said with a laugh.

fuck. aitana thought. although she had managed to ask you out, her nervous state had completely forgot to translate it into english so that you would understand. her adrenaline of asking you was wearing off, and she felt her previous nerves almost skyrocket at the thought of having to ask you again, especially now your full attention was on her.

“uhhh- get a coffee with me? i mean- uh, would you like to? to get a coffee with me? its fine if not- uh, it can just be as friends? if we are friends that is! its fine if-“ until aitanas state of rambling was cut off by you who although found her flustered state very amusing, was starting to feel pity for the spaniard who was struggling to even form a sentence at this point.

“i would love to aitana, its a date!”

“it is?” the midfielder said, receiving an encouraging nod from you, “it is!” she said more excited now, making you laugh at her excitement.

———

to other people, it would probably look like aitana had been stood up, but in reality, she had just decided to arrive at the coffee shop an hour early to hopefully have a coffee or two before you came, and prepare herself in hope to not embarrass herself too much in front of you.

the coffee shop she had chosen was one she had been to for years, it was relatively popular amongst locals, and was a small, cozy, family owned business, that aitana had grown to love.

as soon as you walked in the shop aitana requested to meet you at, you were met with aromas of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries, you scanned the shop for the midfielder you had grown to love, and saw her sat at a window seat, with an empty mug infront of her.

“i didnt get the time wrong did i?” you asked her, glancing at her empty cup.

“no, no- i got here early” the brunette reassured, and outstretched her arms for a welcoming hug which you quickly accepted, the midfielder wrapped her arms around you, not wasting the opportunity to have you as close as possible. equally, you werent going to pass up the chance to have aitanas arms wrapped around you, especially as they were what you spent most of your gym time admiring as you did your weights, much to esmees amusement and annoyance, who was your usual gym partner.

as you pulled apart and sat down, aitana decided to go and order the both of you another coffee, coming back with two cinnamon lattes, your eyes widening in surprise as you realise she remembered your favourite drink that you mentioned during your rambling in the car yesterday.

the date went well, and much better than aitana expected, she managed to not embarrass herself at all, and left the date with a smudge of your lipstick on her cheek where you had kissed her goodbye, that she knew she would probably cry about when she had to wipe it off later.

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[wanderingcas]

[just a dumb little thing i wanted to write about Cas's bad moods being positively affected by dean's touch]

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Dean scrubs a hand down his face and resists a loud sigh. Coffee. He needs coffee. Driving for eighteen hours straight isn’t good for anyone, but especially not for someone with a grumpy, newly ex-angel sitting shotgun. 

Cas, tucked in the crowded line by Dean’s side, is oscillating between his typical feelings of disgruntled and fascinated by his surroundings. Just by the look on his face, Dean knows what he wants to complain about: the stuffy, small cafe is too hot, the people are talking too loud, and the barista at the counter is more focused on chatting with her customers than actually ordering their food, and Dean, why do humans insist on small talk if they’ll never see each other again? Most of these people are traveling and are transient, what is the point of commenting on the weather if—

“Would you stop!” Dean snaps. Several heads turn toward them. Ducking his head, Dean mutters a curse. He’s been listening to Cas’s bitching on the road trip for so long that it’s starting to knock around his head. 

Cas frowns. “What’s wrong, Dean?”

“Nothing.” He pushes his shoulder into Cas’s. “Line’s movin’.” 

He’s exhausted. Which makes him feel all sorts of guilty, because whatever exhaustion he feels, Cas must feel it tenfold. Cas’s grace fully depleted only a few weeks ago and the transition has been… less than pleasant for all involved. For Cas, it means feeling human like he never has before. He described the sensations—touch, smell, emotion, temperature, you name it—like a thousand itches that he can’t quite scratch. It makes him a grumpier bastard than usual. 

Sam, as patient as he tried to be in the beginning, recently started losing his cool. Eileen had completely given up on the situation and wisely fucked off a few days into the whole process. When Claire called about the vamp nest she found in Nebraska, Dean couldn’t get in the car fast enough. 

Cas insisted on coming. Sam insisted on staying. And, well—that was that. 

Dean snags a glance at Cas next to him in the line. He’s squinting at the menu above the cashier. They found out he was near-sighted when he went full human, but he refuses to wear the prescription glasses Dean got him. 

“Want me to read it to you?” Dean asks.

“No,” Cas snaps. 

Grinding his back teeth, Dean huffs out a sigh. Which, of course, Cas hears. His frown deepens into a glare. 

Dean’s gonna hear about it later in the car. Something along the lines of I’m so sorry my weaknesses are an inconvenience to you, Dean. Would you be more lenient with me if I was still an angel and could fight your battles for you? And no I won’t wear the glasses because I’m a big angry baby in a trenchcoat that doesn’t have any fucking clue how to manage his own emotions and—

“What can I get you?” the barista asks sunnily. 

Dean slams his credit card on the counter. “Got any liquor?”

The barista’s smile goes a little crooked. “It’s eight in the morning.” 

“Just—a coffee. Big one,” Dean adds as she keys it into the computer. He turns to Cas. “What do you want?” 

Cas doesn’t answer; he’s looking off to the right, a frown on his face. But not his usual pissed-off frown. A curious one. 

Dean elbows him. “Dude.” 

Cas blinks, coming back to Earth, turning to the expectant barista. “Tea. Matcha, if you have it.” 

Dean regrets letting Sam introduce him to that one. Taking his credit card back from the barista, their bill paid, he and Cas step off to the side. Dean finally glances at whatever the hell was so interesting to capture Cas’s attention. 

Two women sit at a table, their eaten food just wrappers and crumby plates in front of them. Their hands are linked on the tabletop. Dean bristles; is Cas going to ask him why two women are holding hands? He can’t be that out of touch with humanity. But no; it’s something else. One woman is smiling, the other isn’t. Is that what caught Cas’s attention? 

Dean sighs through his nose, shaking his head at himself. Trying to figure out what’s going on in Cas’s head lately is like trying to solve a Rubik's cube. 

He feels a little tug at his jacket pocket. Dean paws Cas’s hand out of the way. “The hell are you doing?” 

“I need your phone,” Cas says.

“What for?”

“I want to see how much longer until our destination.” 

“You could just ask,” Dean shoots back. 

Cas frowns. He goes for Dean’s pocket again. 

“Jesus, fine,” Dean mutters, pulling the phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. He shoves it into Cas’s hands. (Cas had a phone, but he left it at a gas station a few hundred miles back. Dean’s not sure if he can fully blame Cas’s inattention to detail on being a human.)

Dean folds his arms over his chest and looks at the women again. They’ve stood up from the table, and the more upset-looking of the two has leaned against the other, who has her arms around her. 

Cas is looking up at the women again, the Google maps app open on the screen forgotten. 

“Large dark roast and matcha latte!” someone calls from the counter. 

Dean turns away from the women and Cas, scooping up their drinks. “Wanna drink ‘em in the car or here?” he asks. He hopes that Cas will choose the latter, because the thought of hurtling down the highway in an enclosed space again is making Dean’s stomach turn. 

Cas’s blue eyes turn to Dean. “Can we drink them outside?”

There’s a small bench next to the entrance door. They park themselves there and sip at their drinks as people filter in and out of the door. The two women come out a few minutes later and go into a blue Prius a few spots away from the Impala. 

“Somethin’ suspicious about them?” Dean asks. When Cas gives him a curious look, Dean juts his chin toward the women. “You’re lookin’ at ‘em a lot.” 

Cas shakes his head. “Nothing suspicious. Just… curiosity.” 

Dean clears his throat. Nods. “Well, Cas, in our society there occasionally comes a time where people feel romantic feelings toward each other, and they decide to express that through—”

“Not that,” Cas snaps. He rolls his eyes at Dean’s cheeky grin. “I’m trying to understand human behavior more. Since I’m… unfortunately part of your species, now.” 

“All right, Jane Goodall, so what’d you observe?” 

Cas takes a sip of his grassy drink. “The blonde woman was upset. The brunette woman comforted her through touch. And it seemed to work.” 

“Okay,” Dean says slowly, “and why is that weird?”

Cas turns his gaze to Dean. “You’re not comforted through touch. In fact, it makes you angrier.” 

Dean snorts, shifting uncomfortably. “I mean. It’s not like I just want people—touchin’ me all the time.” 

“Especially not when you’re upset,” Cas adds.

“Well, yeah. That’s a pretty common thing.” 

Cas shakes his head. “Not necessarily. When Sam is upset, Eileen hugs him. And that’s received well.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause they’re dating.” 

“So touch is only welcomed when one is upset when they’re romantically involved?” 

“Well.” Dean frowns at the steam rising from his coffee. “I mean, not always. Friends hug each other when one of them’s upset.” 

Cas cants his head to one side. “So the two women could have been friends?” 

“I’m betting not,” Dean snorts. “Friends don’t really hold hands. Not all the time.” 

“But sometimes?”

“Sure. Sometimes.” 

Cas nods, seeming to consider this. Dean takes a sip of coffee; then nearly spits it out again when a hand gently falls on top of his. He snatches his hand back and gapes at Cas’s innocent gaze. “What the hell, dude?”

“You said that friends sometimes hold hands.” 

“I mean—you don’t just—” Dean huffs out a frustrated sigh. “Hugging is more in the friendship zone.” 

A line appears between Cas’s eyebrows. “We only hug when one of us is about to die.” 

And—Jesus. Okay. Dean has to blink hard a few times to find his center again from that one. “Um, yeah, I guess we do.” 

“So if hugging is reserved only for mortal danger,” Cas continues, “and holding hands is too romantic—what else is there?”

Dean’s jaw works as he tries to figure out what to say. “I—you just—” He throws up a hand. “I don’t know, Cas! A pat on the shoulder? A friendly high five?” 

Cas’s expression drops a bit. He frowns down at his tea, crestfallen. 

Dean scrubs a hand down his face. Shit. The only thing worse than a grumpy ex-angel is a sad one. 

He glances around them. No one’s paying attention. The bench is by the door, but people are too focused on getting inside to eat, or making a beeline to their cars. Besides, he’s sitting so close to Cas on the bench, it won’t even be noticeable. 

Dean sighs. He holds out his hand, palm up. When Cas just stares at it, Dean moves it closer with a frustrated noise. That seems to make Cas get the picture; with a small smile, he takes Dean’s hand. He even laces their fingers together, which does not make Dean shiver and feel like his nerves are on fire. 

“Only for a minute,” Dean says gruffly. 

Cas nods. “Okay.” 

And they sit there, hands linked between them on the bench, as they finish their drinks.

--

[And no, dear reader, it does not last a minute. In fact, it becomes Dean's new superpower—hugging, holding, or letting Cas glomp onto him whenever Cas is even in a remotely bad mood. Sam and Eileen take notice, but don't comment, because Cas is finally a relaxed and happy human.]

[thesilmarillionblog]

𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 ── Part 3

Click here to read the first part.

Summary: In the hopes that things would improve between you, you choose to lose your virginity to your friend Dean Winchester because you have been in love with him madly for a long time. However, he doesn't feel the same about you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Warnings: Unrequited love, angst, jealousy, tension, language

Word Count: 6043

A/N: English is not my first language.

Song: 'It takes a Lot to Know a Man' by Damien Rice

While it was exhausting in some ways and occasionally involved people who were a little noisy and irate, spending an entire day at the hospital and taking care of patients felt good. It was occasionally unclear which task you had more difficulty with than the other: hunting or nursing. That being said, one of them was a little too dangerous for you.

Your thoughts raced at every word Dean said, hinting that he didn't want you to tear down your bond, as you thought back to the evening he'd spent with Jo while Sam spent his time watching TV. Though he hadn't stated it explicitly, his sharp statements with soft tones made it clear. Although you were happy that he was trying to be respectful and polite, the fact that it hurt so much made his efforts a waste.

Perhaps it would be better for you to listen Sam. Giving new people a chance and meeting them might perhaps heal whatever hurts you on the inside. But when it came down to it, you were a coward for being devoted to someone you never had and never would. Especially when you saw Dean enjoying himself with Jo there in front of your eyes, it didn't even make sense. 

As if absolutely nothing happened between you. 

It was just too much for you, yet it meant nothing to him. But because you were the one who let everything happen and didn't even inform him that you were a virgin, you had no reason to hold Dean responsible. Nothing at all. However, that was such a burden. 

You cleared your mind of thoughts and saw your colleague doing his job while you treated the small girl's hand when she reached you with her nervous mother, who was frequently repeating to her that she had warned her not to play with sharp objects. It wasn't that horrible, but you did your best to soothe her and divert her attention by carefully cleaning her hand.

You informed her mother that there were hundreds of such and even worse incidents in emergency, much like her daughter, after the sharp glass was removed from her arm. You were given the task of stitching, and you began it meticulously and with caution. Sadly, it had to be stitched. Even doing it with adults appeared to be challenging. 

She was trying her hardest not to weep when she saw the needle because she felt guilty and ashamed, but you swiftly covered it up and looked at her mother to let her know that she too needed to calm her daughter. Fortunately, she got the message. 

I was just wondering what your name is. You haven't told me yet," you inquired, trying to complete your task without drawing attention to your hands. 

“Talia,” she sobbed as she turned to face her mother as if she wanted to see if she was still angry with her.

“It's a very lovely name.” You replied, “It's good to meet you, Talia,” and gave her your name. Making sure her kid wasn't gazing at you while you were taking care of her arm, you encouraged her mother to talk to her as well. Not in an angry way, of course.

“It's not very pretty,” she said. Children typically complain about several things. 

“Why do you say that, though?”

“It sounds like 'Arya.' I was playing with Aisha when she told me that. I don't even like that name.”

If there was anything positive about kids, it was being prone to share too much. That was really beneficial for handling youngsters during an emergency, though. It would have been better, of course, if they had just been cautious and not gone through at all. It seemed to you that the other girl she was referring to was her closest friend. 

“I don't believe so. Their pronouncations are really differently,” you observed. “I has a very beautiful meaning, and it's not a very common name, which is a nice thing. Don't you think so?”

“Yes,” she said after giving it some thought. “Will it hurt?” 

“Just a little bit,” you smiled reassuringly at her. “People say my hands are really soft.”

She was unable to conceal her frightened and apprehensive look as you began stitching as her mother went on to remark about how impulsive her daughter might be at times. Additionally, you saw her continuing talking with her daughter about topics that would divert her attention. 

She inquired, “Do you have a boyfriend?” with curiosity.  She was attempting to cover up the hurt expression on her face so her mother wouldn't say anything further.

“No,” you smiled and stated. 

“Why?”

“I'm not sure.” You attempted to respond vaguely in order to get her to stop interrogating you about your nonexistent romantic life. “Adult life is difficult to comprehend when it comes to such matters.”

“Now I'm not interested in growing up. Mine is not difficult.”

You interrupted with, ��Good for you,” and carefully cleaned her arm while smiling sincere at her. “It is finished. I told you that my hands were soft, right?”

You felt better as the rest of the day passed, taking care of other patients, listening to them, and doing what you could to help them. It dawned on you that becoming worn out was an effective distraction from troubling thoughts. Making yourself occupied at that moment was definitely the best thing for you because you were going to lose your mind over thinking about Dean constantly, even when you had to pee. Your body was hurting so much that you had no energy left to consider anything but resting.

You were taken aback when one of your closest friends randomly stopped by the hospital where you work right before you were about to leave. You looked him in the eye and saw that, indeed, it was him. You shivered in anticipation as you gazed at him because of the little coolness in the air. Your pulse was pounding with excitement and curiosity as you narrowed your eyes and caught him with such a focused glance that he knew you were the one gazing at him before you could.

In a tone that suggested both shock and joy, you exclaimed, “Robert?” as you approached each other. You could have recognized him sooner, a few minutes earlier, before you left the hospital.

He was your pal from college. Before you left the hospital where you both worked and joined Sam and Dean, you two were extremely close friends. With Rob, everything was simple, and he was a really nice and supportive friend; you would never deny that. But at that point, you couldn't simply bury your desire to go after the family business in addition to your own work, and it was difficult to say no to Dean. He was the one who initially convinced you. After all of your losses, you had also yearned for something different—something that could brighten you up. 

During the times you worked together, Rob was a highly professional, talented, and encouraging doctor. Even though there was a hierarchy between you at the hospital, you respected the fact that he never treated you worse than necessary or better than he should have. He was always completely aware of the lines.

But even though you've been in touch with Rob, your connection with him has been weakened since you've spent so much time with Dean and Sam. There's no denying that.

You gave him a huge, tight hug, and he chuckled, “Hey,” as if he wasn't at all shocked to see you. He knew that you were working here after all, but you didn't expect to see him anyway.

Warmly hugging him again, you said, “What are you doing here?”

He winked and added, “I was in the neighborhood,” as you drew back and gave him a suspicious look. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”

Dean attempted to divert his attention throughout the day while he fixed things and cleaned Baby. He became consumed with a sensation of rage and frustration that he just didn't comprehend. He was thinking about the past three weeks nonstop, even if nothing was wrong. Particularly the last night. 

After speaking with Jo over the phone about his intention to stop their connection and his lack of interest in pursuing a serious relationship, Dean was pleased that she accepted his request and that she wasn't interested in pursuing it further either, even though she offered him to go hunting. His and her desire to hunt were similar, but Dean didn't comprehend how different they were in fact. He was glad Jo felt the same. 

If Dean had cared a little bit more, he may have been ashamed by his obviously poor performance last night, but oddly, he didn't. He felt a lot of burden when he realized that even for a brief while, he fucked Jo thinking about you. Imagining your body under him. It wasn't fair, and he didn't even mean it. He was aware of that.

The worst thing about it was that he enjoyed it and wasn't pleased with it behaving like this. Clearly stating that one night shouldn't be enough to ruin your friendship, he shouldn't reciprocate by fantasizing about fucking you. About filling you with his—Uh. Whatever. 

All day, he tried to find a way a way to divert his attention with Baby and all things mechanical. He sometimes purposefully broke things so he could fix them again. But he also couldn't quit thinking about your most recent conversation.

It wasn't the unclear situation between him and Jo that was causing him the strain he thought it was. It didn't ease him at all to cut his links with her so quickly. He was surprised to see that you were encircling him in his thoughts, imprisoning him there. 

“You look messy,” Sam said, observing his ripped t-shirt and dirty face. 

As he bent over and looked at Sam, he said, “Thanks,” in a dismissive voice, while searching for the right tool for his car. 

“You seem to be quite busy today, aren't you?” said Sam to carefully avoid getting his shirt dirty as he gave Dean the right tool in his palm from afar. 

“You think? I guess it was a long time since I took care of Baby.”

“Yeah, for around a week. But why in the world are you behaving like a cranky old lady?”

“Sam, don't get started. I mean it.” Dean shot back immediately, suddenly becoming quite defensive. He felt like the irritation was pouring into him again, but he didn't even understand why, which was making him angrier. “I have too much to do as you see.”

“By the way, when did Jo leave? Even though I got up early, I didn't see her.”

“Yeah, she left in the middle of the night.”

Recalling the evening did not soothe his feelings, but Dean responded to Sam, stating to let the fuck him alone as soon as possible. But Sam seemed intent on playing the part of the curious bitch, as if he intended to test Dean's patience to the maximum extent possible. 

“After you two had finished, huh? She's an awesome girl, but her loudness..is definetely something else. I'm not trying to say it in a mean way, but for heaven's sake, Dean. If you two have... kinky stuff, it would be best if you spent the night at her place. I bet you two also probably made it difficult for Y/N to fall asleep.”

Dean shot a look at Sam, who was attempting to say something without coming out as weird about Jo or whatever. Sam didn't dislike Jo at all; it wasn't that he despised her. She was a little too cunning and rebellious for Dean's liking. That was a known fact. His brother was sometimes a bitch; that was true, but not that bitchy for sure. 

When Sam brought you up in the chat, Dean found it difficult to focus on his work and became disoriented while lying down beneath his car. Sam was trying very hard to get under his skin for sure.

He had become frustrated in some way by the thought that you heard him and Jo. He wasn't trying to get you to hear something or anything. Dean frowned with distaste, picturing you hearing Jo's exaggerated noises. He shouldn't have brought her home to have sex in the first place, but what is done was done. Even it wasn't right. Fuck that.

Dean attempted to lightheartedly remark, “Women have a hard time with staying silent when I'm around, huh,” in an attempt to divert Sam's attention. He attempted to change the subject at hand.

“Have you seen Y/N in the morning?”

“Why are you asking that right now?” Dean grunted and glared at Sam. He suddenly lost control of the tool he was holding and groaned in pain as it landed across his face. “God. Fuck this.”

Puzzled by Dean's odd behavior, Sam put his hands in his pockets in between his complaints. His recent behavior has been peculiar. Sam was hesitant to confront it since he thought it was likely to do with their father and other hunting experiences, but he couldn't help but wonder if he was still angry with you for what happened on the previous hunt.

Sam was appreciative of Dean for constantly watching out for him, taking care of him, and protecting him from harm—even if there were times when it made him feel like a little child. Sam knew that Dean would always be looking out for him, even if he lived fifty years old. Dean has always been overly protective, and he always will be. However, there were times he was being too much. 

“Have you?” Dean was curious and asked. Remembering your swollen eyes, he wondered if you were okay. It didn't appear like you got much sleep. 

Sam said, “Yeah,” while keeping his hands in his pockets and observing Dean's struggling with Baby. “She seemed pretty bad though.”

“Why do you say that?” Despite his best efforts to appear indifferent and normal, Dean's tone betrayed him. There was absolutely no stopping it. He was wondering if he was treating you too harshly these days. Neither Dean nor you were ever good at expressing yourself clearly.

“I'm not sure. She was quite exhausted, and her eyes appeared to be red, but I'm not sure. Her having to work and hunt at the same time must be challenging.” Sam thought you were pushing yourself a little too hard since he got to know you; however, he wasn't sure if it was just weariness or something more. He was impressed by your ambition and couldn't help but feel respect and appreciation for you.

“Maybe,” Dean interrupted, reminiscing on the way you looked the previous night. You looked so worn out, but he was too preoccupied with the talk to notice. Even though he wasn't sure whether he would believe it himself, he would prefer to pretend that you were just dizzy or sleepy. He would have said that you had sobbed uncontrollably all night, but he quickly brushed this idea from his mind as a sensation of uneasiness overcame him. “She must be tired.” 

“Did you apologize to her?”

“For what”

Sam kept rolling his eyes at Dean because he was becoming a little irritated with the way he was acting. He would claim that throughout the previous two or three weeks, something inside of him had altered. 

“For acting like a grumpy old bitch,” Sam shot back. 

Dean kept it short, refusing to elaborate on what had happened the night before. “We talked it out,” he said. “She'll start being more watchful now. By the way, is your arm okay?” 

Sam kneeled down and attempted to look into Dean's face in an effort to start a meaningful conversation, realizing that Dean was unwilling to acknowledge that his reaction was wrong. 

Sam remarked, “It's been a year since she joined us, and she's far too helpful and too kind for how you reacted there," dismissing his inquiry over his arm. Though I'm grateful for your concern, it's wrong. You need to be a little softer and gentler.”

“Do you think I don't know that?” After switching out the tool, Dean gave Sam a stern look.

“No.”

Sam grumbled in frustration, acknowledging that it would be impossible to alter Dean's perspective. “It wasn't very kind to tell someone that you have only one left to care about when they don't even have one.”

For a brief period, Dean's hands paused, and regret overcame his mind. He couldn't recall the exact moment those piercing words, as if he intended to intentionally harm you, came out of his mouth. It was never his intention to do so. Gradually, Dean's hands slowed, and he stood up, recalling that you were the only member of your family still living. For a moment, he stopped being interested in everything. 

“Now you know what you must apologize for, huh?” With a broken smile, Sam remarked. At least Dean wasn't so rigid, which relieved him. “Do you know when her shift ends?”

Dean murmured, “Yeah, I guess,” in a tone that was more controlled and calm. 

“You need to fix this; I'm serious. Give her a call, and bring her over for tonight. Having a dinner together might be a wonderful place to begin, and she'll be too exhausted anyway.”

“Don't tell me what to do.” Dean hurriedly walked by Sam, messing his hair to annoy him. He returned inside from the garage, determined not to engage in any further discourse. 

After a quick shower, Dean changed into new clothing and stood in front of the mirror, making adjustments with his hair until he was satisfied with the way he looked. He bit his lip anxiously and walked the room for a little while, considering calling you, but then decided to come get you because he knew you would be finished with work in an hour. It would be better to give you a call on the way. On the drive back home, it may be somewhat more appropriate for conversation. Driving back after so many hours at work would exhaust you too much. Besides, it was becoming late. Perhaps you might even consider eating in a restaurant.

“But why didn't you inform me about your arrival? You could have called me,” you wondered, your mouth making into a smile. It surprised you too much to see him so abruptly, even though you knew he would let you know if there was another time. 

Unexpectedly, he replied, “I actually did it on purpose.” You waited for him to continue. “I thought, surprising you about that, I'm going to work here from now on, and seeing that face of yours would be worth it.”

“Oh my god,” you said, displaying greater excitement than you had expected.

“You can't be serious.”

“I am pretty serious actually.”

When your phone began to ring, you apologized and continued to ignore Dean's calls. Rob then informed you that he had chosen to relocate after his father passed away, and you had attended his funeral around a month prior. You assumed that it must have caused some sort of trauma, but you didn't pursue the matter further since you didn't want to reopen old wounds.

You inquired excitedly, “Do you want to come over? I could make you some food so we can have an actual conversation instead of chatting under that weather. You know, it's kind of cold, and I'm sort of tired as hell,” you joked, hoping he would take you up on your offer. It has suddenly occurred to you that you have been missing your friend, an old friend you haven't fallen in love with despite knowing for years.

Dean eventually lost patience with you and, making an annoyed sound, placed his phone back in his pocket. He thought about giving you another call right after he parked and got out of his car, but if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, you were speaking with a man. He could tell that you had ignored his calls since you were having a heated chat that briefly made him stiff. If he didn't see you giggling and even giving him a firm hug, which caused his body to tense up for a brief moment, he would say it was simply small talk.

Dean wasn't sure if being ignored was the cause of his growing ire. Since his rage had been driving him insane since the morning, he put the blame on his lack of patience. His pride was hurt by your disregard for him as well. 

With a sidelong glance at the man you were speaking with, Dean saw his rage flare up. Not feeling calm since the morning was tiring though. The man had a prideful appearance yet exuded a sense of confidence. From a distance, he could express that enough. 

His body stiffened for a moment, indicating that the conversation was... intense. So that was the reason that you ignored him for that long. 

Dean moved fast but calmly to avoid making a scene, attempting to maintain his composure despite his mind racing with thoughts. As he walked to each of you, he considered lying about his work. Maybe he would pretend to be a doctor in order to create a good impression, or he would claim to be working for the CIA or FBI in order to make dirty jokes about you and him. He would decide that soon enough.

You whispered, “Dean?” in shock as he unexpectedly appeared at your side. It was unusual for him to show up, especially considering how distant you two were in the last couple of days. He glanced in your direction, but then his gaze shifted to Robert. 

Dean glanced at you and added, “I've been calling you for some time.” It was a little judgmental, which bothered you.

Robert stared at you both bewildered, and you lied to him, “I wasn't aware,” but he didn't interject. Awkwardness suddenly filled the air. Three of you were waiting on foot as the chilly weather grew more intense. It was a really uncomfortable moment. 

As Robert extended his hand for a formal introduction, Dean said, “Can't imagine why,” while concentrating his entire attention on him. Dean talked first: “Dean Winchester.” 

Robert also introduced himself quite sweetly and kindly. He was typically really polite and mindful. You hoped Dean wasn't feeling like making uncomfortable remarks or embarrassing you in any way. He wasn't a reckless person, but when he wasn't in the mood, you just didn't know whether he knew the lines. 

Robert gave you a long stare when they finally got to meet, but he remained silent. Rather, he said, “So are you two friends or?” 

“Yeah, very close,” Dean said immediately. Robert only nodded to him. “How do you know each other?”

“Well, I'm a doctor.” Robert said, giving you a real, heartfelt smile that warmed your heart, “We've known each other for a long time and worked in the same hospital for quite a long time from my perspective since I'm always on the move. She’s a very good nurse, very talented.” When someone you looked up to complimented you, your heart skipped a beat. These days, it's difficult to find someone who values your effort.

You tensed up for a moment when Dean responded, “I know,” in a proud voice and with a sly smile. When he saw Robert smiling broadly at you, he was powerless to stop himself. Licking his lips, he added, “She has very soft hands indeed and definitely knows how to use them.”

Though Dean had no intention of making any inappropriate remarks, his patience with the man in front of him was getting thinner by the moment as he kept looking at you while he talked. Dean felt like he was getting in the mood when he observed Robert's face change. With a confused expression on his face, he seemed to be trying to figure out whether Dean meant it literally or if it was a metaphor or something.

You gave Dean a glare, but you remained silent despite your cheeks turning red from his unexpected and dirty statement. You were shocked that he chose to act this way in order to make you feel uncomfortable in front of your friend. You didn't mind when he made similar jokes when there was just you and him; nonetheless, you felt embarrassed acting in this way in front of Robert. You weren't sure of Dean's actual intentions. 

You choose to cut it off in order to release some tension. “Robb, would you like to have an actual conversation with me later, or simply come over? Of course, if you have the time.”

Dean gave you and Robert a bitter look as he realized how fast and recklessly you had welcomed a man to your house at that hour. He knew you well enough to know that you weren't someone who liked to greet guests at your place with such ease. It didn't matter how hard you tried to disguise your trust concerns; you had trust issues. You were so at ease and full of energy around that man that he wondered how close you must have been to him. Dean closed his eyes for a while, pushing the terrible pictures from his mind as he considered the scenarios involving you and him.

“Actually, I came here at that hour to visit with a different friend before spending the night with my aunt. Can we have a call for tomorrow to set up a suitable time?” Robb remarked very politely, “I guess your friend came here to pick you up,” glancing at Dean as if he required clarification from both of you.

You went to offer him a hug by saying, “Of course. I'm so glad to see you again.”

His hands massaged your back as he gave you an even closer embrace, kissing you briefly on the top of the head and telling you to take care of yourself. He promised to text you as soon as he had some spare time.

Dean gazed at you and him confused as he saw you two embrace like lovers who had met years later. He questioned whether the man's irritating conduct was intended for annoying him. He was curious as to how and when you two first connected, as well as why, given that you spent the entire year with Sam and him, you would still be so close to someone a year later. Although Dean was aware that you remained in contact with your pals, he was unaware of how close you were to one of them.

Dean was ready to say something, but he instantly changed his mind and was waiting for you to end the hug. He kind of wanted to break Robert's face and hands when he touched your back. Dean wondered when he'd felt you give him such a yearning hug. Most likely never. Considering all the times he had saved your ass, you were ungrateful. Later, he would speak about this. 

Dean turned to face you shortly after Robb departed and said, “I've called you many times.”

You apologized as he gave you a strange look. You had no idea why you sounded so aloof and cold. “I haven't seen him in a very long time. He's one of my closest friends.”

You questioned, “Why are you here?” before he continued.”Has anything happened?”

“Not at all. I arrived here to pick you up.”

“But my car-”

“I will drive you to work tomorrow, alright?” Dean watched as you began to tremble in the chilly weather. As Sam mentioned, you looked pretty tired. 

Dean felt his heart melt and sigh as he saw you shiver from the cold and appear exhausted. Even though he didn't mean to come across as so crude and distant, there was still an uneasiness between you that seemed impossible to get past.

“Fine.”

You continued to shake as you got in the car. You knew you were starving yourself to death when you heard the loud sound coming from your stomach. You had hardly had time for an adequate meal because you were so busy with work.

“You need to have dressed properly.” Dean softly remarked, “It's cold outside these days,” observing your attempts to sooth yourself by lightly massaging your bare arms.

You said in a whisper, “Yeah,” while Dean pressed a button to warm the car up. 

Your muscles gradually relaxed, and you began to feel much better as Dean drove. He turned his head to face you, giving you a little, pleased look after he heard your little satisfied sound. He liked it so much. “Relaxed now?”

Giving a quick nod to him, you muttered with a hint of gratitude in your voice. “Uhm, yes. Thanks.” 

Dean said, “So,” his gaze glued to the dimly illuminated road. “How long are you friends? You and him. You appeared to be really at ease with that guy.” 

“I think for four or five years. I find him to be a really caring and compassionate friend. I hadn't seen him in a very long time, so it was a surprise to see him, as he didn't give me a call in the first place.”

You were taken aback by Dean's attempts to have a polite, regular discussion with you. Your pulse beat with excitement and anticipation since it had been a long time since you had spoken to him in that way. All you wanted was for things to be normal between you two again. You might get by with less and normal if you are unable to have more. 

Prior to Dean addressing Robert and your friendship, you said, “Baby looks and smells amazing today. Have you just given her a wash?”

“She's a good girl all the time,” he remarked, chuckling. His hands around the steering wheel were more tightly now. “She needed to be clean and nice.”

You eagerly questioned, “Why did you come, by the way?” as the minutes ticked by in quiet. You wanted to make it seem like nothing occurred between you as well, and now it looked like a good moment to sort out things between you and him. 

“I decided to pick you up to avoid an accident after Sam warned me that you looked terrible. Are you hungry?” Dean wouldn't say 'no' to a pie right now.

“Actually, I'm starving,” you answered, sidestepping the comment Dean made regarding your appearance. You bet you did. 

“Alright.” Dean glanced at you and said, “I know a good restaurant,” in a rough voice, clearing his throat. 

Stating, “To be honest, I'm exhausted.” in a sorry tone, you waited for him to offer something else. You instantaneously forced the never-to-come-true visions away from your thoughts, even though you really wanted to go on a date with him. It wouldn't be a date, but it would be a nice moment. However, it would only get your situation worse.

“You wasted the opportunity. After that, you're going to eat anything Sammy orders.”

You smiled and responded, “I'm okay with that,” but you couldn't help but worr if Jo was still there.

Your face sank unintentionally, remembering the noises she'd made with Dean last night and how he'd been distant when you two chatted. You didn't want Dean and Jo's relationship to fail if it would harm Dean in any way, but you were unable to give up and were hoping that she wouldn't be around for tonight at the very least. Undoubtedly, your body was worn out, but your heart was spent beyond comprehension. 

Dean occasionally glanced at you, and thoughts of you and Robert were constantly racing through his head. He was thinking a lot of things at once—things that would make him see red, things that would make him angry, and things that would make Dean want to punch Robert in the face. 

“Have you slept with him?” unexpectedly Dean asked in a stern voice that made you stiffen in hurt and disgust.

Though he didn't want to sound so harsh and judgmental, Dean couldn't resist posing the question. He had to know the answer, even if he had no idea why.

You said, “What?” your heart thumping with pain. You never wanted to tell Dean that he was your one and only and how much you gave of yourself to him that night. “How could you ask such a question?”

Dean said, “It's a simple question,” as if he were defending himself. His attitude altered upon witnessing your expression transform to one of disappointment and rage. He wasn't sure if it was really necessary to get the answer. “Did you get fucked by him?”

You responded angrily, “He's my friend,” yet both of you stiffened at the words. Your body was filled with shame, and your heart ached from the burden. All you needed was Dean making no mention of wanting to cause you more damage. Wasn't it enough?

He said, “I am your friend too,” which made you tense up in your seat. “But things happen.”

You told him sternly, “You're being too much,” while doing your best not to seem pathetic or reveal how upset you were. “I can't believe you.” 

“Why are you not answering the question?” Again, he lost his temper. Dean noticed that his tolerance was wearing thin and that the pictures that were filling his mind were not helping the situation. He was aware that he shouldn't have said those things, but whatever. Fuck that. He wanted to know. He needed to know.

You snapped, “Of course not, Dean!” as a wave of rage overcame you. You wished he would have remained silent the entire way. Both of you should have stayed quiet.

Dean fought himself not to exhale in relief as a sensation of ease exploded in his heart. He didn't understand the significance of your connection with Robert or if it mattered if he really fucked you. However, the very idea was plenty to irritate him. You deserved better than this haughty, dumb man. It was such a simple question. That was it.

You didn't ask Dean whether he loved wounding your heart these days or why he was acting like an asshole. It pained your heart to see his suspicious look, even if you had no intention of telling him that he was your first to not ruin whatever you had from the beginning. If you told him the truth, you weren't sure how he would react. But knowing that he was still distant from you, you were unable to find the trust that you needed. You had no idea how he would react.

You said, “I want to go home,” in an icy tone, though you didn't actually mean it. You desired more time to be with him. It hurt so much to not be around him. Your eyes welled with tears, but you forced them back as your need for him reminded you of how pathetic you truly were to him.

He had an innate ability of ruining a nice moment just when you thought everything was going well. You realized that in order to stop him from hurting you, you needed to find a method to physically separate from him rather than cling to him. If nothing else, perhaps you could convey to him the meaning of his behavior and how easily his sharp words hurt you. Maybe someday.

“We're already-”

But you soon interrupted, saying, “My home.”

When he proposed that you have dinner at a restaurant, you should have accepted. Maybe you would chat about things that could break the ice between you, or even better, maybe you would find a way to bring up the young girl you took care of and her thoughts about love. Maybe he would act a little differently, acting more kind and cheerful rather than staring at you with rage. If only you had known which way to go to win him over, so much may have been different.

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[alicerosejensen]

Spontaneous post. Just fluff and nothing serious.

§ Leon who loves you with aching tenderness. Squeeze at night in your arms in a strong grip and does not let go until morning.

§ Leon who hates to leave you. He is a man who lost stability in life and returning to you is literally returning from hell to heaven.

§ Leon who is always the initiator of spontaneous hugs. His arms are too sinewy and muscular, so your bones will sometimes crackle, scaring him that he might accidentally break something.

§ Leon who covers your face, head, body with a lot of small kisses. Especially when you're crying or upset.

§ Leon is the language of love whose service to you. Unable to extract feelings with words, he proves them with actions.

§ Leon who is constantly teasing. But in a kind way, his jokes never bear an offensive character.

§ Leon who tries with all his might not to involve you in his work and asks D.S.O to classify the data about your relationship/marriage with him.

§ Leon who confesses his love a lot by having sex with you because feelings overwhelm him. He breathes heavily and groans hoarsely, intertwining your fingers with his, grabbing your face to catch your lips and imprinting a deep kiss on them.

§ Leon sex with whom always balances on the verge of tenderness and rudeness. He knows perfectly how to give pleasure so that you both are crazy. He literally worships your body, constantly focusing on how your breasts are shaking or how cute your legs are that wrap around his sides. He loves to hold your hips or waist.

§ Leon who will always be gentle in the subsequent care. Caring stroking of the places where he held you especially tightly, his palms will now gently stroke. Shower, bath...it doesn't matter If you don't have the strength, he will just wash you himself by smearing your body with your favorite lotion.

§ Leon, who likes to wrap himself in a blanket with you and lie on the couch watching some movie. He is mostly indifferent to the plot, but the comfort of the proximity and warmth of your body make him feel safe and plunge into a light sleep forgetting about work and Raccoon City.

§ Leon who understands that Ada remains a part of his life, but what he got from you is worth more than all the treasures in the world. He would rather die than betray your trust and love.

§ Leon who will take care when you are sick: hot soup, warm tea, taking medications on time. It's nothing to him.

§ Leon who loves to hug you from behind while you are busy with some business and gently kiss your temple or neck without distracting you.

§ Leon who worries when you're not dressed for the weather. He wants you to always be warm and cozy. His main jewel should not feel bad.

§ Leon who does not know how to cook, but will please you with his only signature dish that his mother also cooked - lasagna. He helped her in childhood, so the recipe is still perfectly preserved in his head.

§ Leon who is one-women men. The only difference is that he does not distinguish love and affection well, but when he meets you, everything falls into place.

§ Leon who will turn into a beast if someone takes you away from him and tries to harm you.

§ Leon who will die for you.

§ Leon who will win all the soft toys for you in the dash.

§ Leon who hates quarrels. Even if he is right, he will feel guilty for raising his voice or, God forbid, bringing him to tears. Afterwards, he behaves like a devoted pup trying to earn forgiveness.

§ Leon who only sleeps with you in his arms.

§ Leon who is crazy when you put on his things.

§ Leon who likes to carry you in his arms or throw you over his shoulder.

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Obsessed (Dom M! Reader x Joe Goldberg)

This is my first attempt at writing smut since many lovely readers have asked for it. Don't come at me if you don't like it, but do leave comments if you want to see more. Thanks :)

Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night stand—fun with a cute guy you found in the club, but this was Joe we're talking about. Once he'd tasted you, he couldn't get enough.

tags: dom reader, Joe is obsessed, smut, reader is kind of a dick, and is as twisted as Joe but oblivious as fuck

You took the cute guy from the club back to your apartment, the promise of sex written in the hungry glances and heated touches shared between you. The night was unforgettable, not just because it was his first time, but because of how thoroughly you wrecked him. The way he responded to your touch—his initial whimpers of pain quickly melting into moans of pleasure—remained etched in your memory, even after you'd released inside him, leaving him breathless and sated.

It was supposed to be a one-night stand, just a fleeting moment of pleasure with someone you'd met on a whim. But this was Joe we were talking about. The moment he allowed you to dominate him, take his second virginity, and find himself enjoying the feel of you inside him, he was hooked.

When morning came, Joe found himself giving you a blowjob just to prolong his stay. He could've stayed like this forever—you gripping his curls, pushing his head to swallow more of his dick as saliva dripped from the sides of his mouth—but atlas, you finished and his responsibilities at the bookshop couldn't be ignored.

"Next time?" Joe rasped, throat sore from the force you utilized, but he wasn't complaining. Especially when you merely nodded before kissing him deeply, loving the taste of yourself in his mouth. You couldn't deny the present that fell into your hands—an attractive man who could fulfill all your fantasies was no easy thing to find. Of course, you agreed to see him again.

What you didn't account for was the man to make himself a permanent fixture in your life. The sex was great, otherworldly even, but you could see Joe wanted more. Small presents he'd given you whenever he'd come over, a desire to see a movie before clothes could hit the floor, sweet words he'd murmured while caressing your chest after round two. Joe wanted commitment. Plain and simple.

Too bad you didn't feel the same.

Monogamy wasn’t your thing. The idea of settling down, of being with one person day in and day out, felt suffocating to you. Relationships, with their routines and expectations, seemed dull, a far cry from the excitement and freedom you craved. You were a byproduct of a one-night stand yourself—your mother barely involved in your life, and your father? You’d never even met him. That kind of upbringing didn’t exactly instill a desire for stability or long-term commitment.

Yet, you made no motion to stop Joe. Perhaps you felt guilty over the obvious, touch-starved man who seemed to cling to every ounce of affection you gave him. His neediness was palpable, almost pitiable. How his eyes lit up when you gave him even the smallest bit of attention or the soft, involuntary sighs that escaped his lips when your hands wandered over his skin—it was like he’d been starved of human connection for far too long.

Maybe that’s why you let him linger—why you didn’t push him away when he showed up at your door with that eager smile and a hopeful look in his eyes. There was something almost endearing about his desperation, a sense of vulnerability that tugged at a part of you that you rarely acknowledged.

But it wasn’t love. Not for you, anyway.

Joe was an itch you scratched, a convenient distraction from the monotony of life. You didn’t mind indulging him in those small moments of tenderness if it meant keeping things uncomplicated. And Joe was good at playing along—until he wasn’t.

One night, you returned to your apartment with a pretty little thing you’d picked up at the club. You fumbled with the keys, grinning as your companion giggled beside you, a bit tipsy and clearly eager for what was to come. But the moment you stepped inside, the mood shifted.

Joe was already there, sitting in the dimly lit living room, his eyes locked on you with a mixture of hurt and fury. You hadn't given him a key, yet here he was, making himself at home.

"Joe?" you said, more surprised than anything else. "What are you doing here?"

His gaze flickered to the person beside you—a clear indication of your plans. The moment he realized who she was and what she was here for, a dark shadow crossed his face. The anger that simmered beneath his seemingly calm exterior erupted. Before you could react, Joe was on her, a flash of motion and fury.

It happened so fast. One second, she was standing beside you, and the next, Joe's hands were around her throat, his eyes wild and unhinged. You tried to pull him off, but it was like he had become something else, something feral and terrifying. His rage was primal, his strength unexpected, and it was over almost as quickly as it had begun. Her body fell limp to the floor, her wide eyes staring blankly.

You stared in shock, unable to process what had just happened. Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a step back, grappling with the sight before you. "Joe…what the fuck did you do?"

Joe turned to you, his expression softening, though his eyes still held that unnerving glint. “You weren’t supposed to bring anyone else here. You know that.”

Before you could react, he lunged at you. There was a sharp prick in your neck, and you realized too late that he had injected you with something. Your vision blurred, the room spinning as your legs gave out beneath you. Darkness closed in as Joe’s face hovered above you, his lips curling into a smile that was equal parts adoring and deranged.

When you finally regained consciousness, the world felt hazy and disorienting. It took a moment for you to realize you were in your own bed, your arms and legs heavy, unable to move. Your head throbbed as you tried to blink away the fog clouding your mind. And that’s when you felt it—a rhythmic, heated sensation around your lower half.

You found yourself unexpectedly captivated by the sight of Joe riding your cock, his body moving with a desperate, almost frantic need. There was a sick desire brewing deep within you, a twisted enjoyment at watching him lose himself entirely to the pleasure he found in you. The horror of what he’d done, of how he’d killed someone in a fit of jealousy, should have overshadowed everything else. Yet here you were, lying helpless beneath him, your body betraying you with every sensation, every heated pulse of his movements.

Your eyes trailed over Joe's flushed face, his parted lips trembling as he moaned your name, a mix of worship and madness in his voice. His body tightened around you with each thrust, and even in your drugged haze, you could feel yourself hardening further inside him.

"Joe…" you managed to rasp, your voice weak but heavy with something darker, something that surprised even you. His name came out almost like a growl, and his eyes snapped open, meeting yours with a fevered intensity. His pupils were blown wide with lust, his breaths ragged.

“Yes…yes.” he breathed, his movements becoming more erratic, fueled by the knowledge that you were watching him, enjoying him. “I knew you’d want this…I knew you’d love this.” He leaned down, his face hovering just inches above yours, his breath hot against your skin. “You can’t deny it—you’re mine, just like I’m yours.”

Despite everything, there was a part of you that was entranced by his obsession, the way he’d gone to such extremes to claim you. It was as if his insanity was infectious, creeping into your veins alongside whatever he’d drugged you with. You hated that it turned you on, hated that his unhinged devotion stirred something primal in you. But there was no denying the heat pooling in your gut, the sick satisfaction of seeing him completely unraveled on top of you.

Joe’s pace quickened, his body trembling as he neared his peak. “Don’t stop looking at me.” he begged, his voice breaking, “I want to see you when you come inside me. I want to know you want this as much as I do.”

You could feel your body responding, helpless against the rising tide of pleasure. His words, his desperation, all of it fed into that dark corner of your mind where desire and revulsion intertwined. Your hands, still sluggish, managed to grip his thighs, encouraging him, guiding him to ride you faster. You didn’t even know why you did it—perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps it was the thrill of seeing how far he would go.

As Joe’s movements became more frenzied, you felt yourself on the edge, the line between ecstasy and disgust blurring in the heat of the moment. You knew you should have been horrified, should have pushed him away, but instead, you let the twisted pleasure build, the sick satisfaction of owning him—of being owned by him—consuming you both.

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

can you do a hualian x m reader. Like they had a relationship with Xie Lian a long time ago and then they ‘die ‘ or something. They are actually just staying away because they feel like they failed or didn’t protect Xie Lian. Then they see him and hua cheng together and they just look so happy so of course they are happy for xie lian and stay away. Eventually they meet again and Xie Lian is desperate to involve them in the relationship as well. Just all angsty then fluffy 😂

Dragged In

HuaLian x M!reader

Xie Lian is very happy with his life

He has friends, they've saved the heavens, he has a stable life, which is much better than it was back then.

Most of all he has San Lang.

Xie Lian is so grateful he's found someone to love him through everything

That doesn't mean he doesn't miss you

He hasn't seen you in a long time and every now and then he thinks of you.

That's a lie he's always thinking of you.

But he's already accepted that you would never come back and you- you would want him to be happy so Xie Lian doesn't feel guilty for loving San Lang

He still spends late nights telling San Lang about you, telling him about your life about the two of you.

Sometimes Xie Lian makes off hand comments like, "he would have liked this" or " this was his favorite"

San Lang doesn't mind, he loves Xie Lian and he talks very fondly of you. So San Lang likes you too

Although you guys have never met San Lang feels like he has. Xie Lian is very good at telling someones story

You died a long time ago, which was very unfortunate.

That's why Xie Lian talks about you so much, you were his first love and it's been years, centuries. He's scared to forget you.

You didn't deserve the death you were given and you don't deserve to be forgotten either.

Welp good thing you aren't dead!

Not that Xie Lian knows.

You've just been ghosting around, staying in the shadows.

It took you a while but you were able to become a pretty powerful ghost.

Now you can see Xie Lian all the time, just. . . From far away.

You would love to be close with Xie Lian again but he's already so happy

He has a husband and a lovely, stable life after so long.

You don't want to ruin that

You've been watching for a while, you especially don't want to hurt San Lang.

You don't want to break them up and make him feel lesser.

Silly thoughts, Xie Lian would've opened his arms for you.

Which he did. Because Xie Lian isn't dumb and neither is San Lang.

They definitely aren't blind

One can only go so long seeing small flashes of colored robes in the shadows of ghost city.

One can only go so long seeing strands of long colored hair that reminds Xie Lian of the man who's hair he used to run fingers through.

One can only go so long seeing the ghost of a man that he used to know

It's not hard to find you when you peer around ghost city so curiously.

You were always curious, always observant, always watching

So is San Lang

San Lang would do anything for Xie Lian that includes finding you.

When Xie Lian tells San Lang of his troubles, that he's been seeing you and he wishes you were still here

Well he goes to find you of course, he can do it especially since you're in his city.

It's easy pickings.

You know what Hua Cheng looks like but not San Lang.

So when a young man in maple Robes starts asking you for help, who are you to deny?

He needs help finding paradise manor? Alright you've mesmerized the way like the back of your hand!

Plus you can check up on Xie Lian while you're there!

It doesn't go the way you thought when suddenly San Lang is pushing you through the doors of paradise manor and grabbing you by the sleeve so he can take you to Xie Lian.

Look what the fox dragged in!

At first Xie Lian thinks he's gone crazy.

You died, he saw you die!

But now here you are in the hands of San Lang -who is very proud of himself by the way-.

While you sputter for words, Xie Lian is pouncing on you.

He hasn't seen you in centuries and now here you are in his arms, he's so happy he can't help but kiss you right then and there.

It was a beautiful moment but it was quickly broken when you ever so gently pushed him away and stood up from the floor.

Xie Lian's expression turns to heartbreak and San Lang grabs you to make you stay.

Ain't no way you're going to make his Dianxia dad when he worked so hard to find you

You eventually explain that you feel selfish, you feel like you would be taking Xie Lian from San Lang. That you can't believe Xie Lian so readily kisses you when San Lang was standing right there.

You're so nervous but Xie Lian eventually laughs at you. Soft chuckles, and crow feet

He wraps his arms around you and Xie Lian takes a lot of time in explaining that he loves both of you

And there's no reason you all can't be together.

He can share, there's enough love for everyone

There's no way he's letting you go anywhere because you feel self righteous

He wants you to be selfish and he wants to spoil you with his affections after he was robbed of it

So you were basically dragged into a relationship with San Lang and Xie Lian.

For you it takes some getting used to, but your lovers are patient and they spoil you endlessly

Surprisingly enough you and San Lang get along great and he loves spending his fortunes on you.

You deserve it and Xie Lian likes to see it too

How lucky you are.🦊🪷

[masonmontz]

hellooo everyone :) hope you like it

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

angst, angst and… angst, and a bit of fluffy (but with a happy ending) word count: 8,7k

So, I didn't want to ruin any player's family or reputation so I invented a player for this story, so we can insult him as much as we want :)

Mathew - 28 years - defender

✶✶✶ - (italic) MEMORIES

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There are many things in life that Mason cannot understand.

First, he can’t understand why he feels so lonely even when he has a lot of friends, and second, why he feels so unsure when you are next to him. And there are many other things but these two are the most important for him. 

When Mason looks at you, he feels his heart racing, he feels his hands sweaty and he can’t control himself to touch you everytime. Everyone who knows you two see how crazy you are about each other, but they can’t understand why you still avoid a relationship with Mason.

He sleeps at your’s every week, some weeks more than once, but you never slept at his house, and this is something he can’t understand either. You can have dinner there, take a shower in his bathroom, wear his clothes, stay all day lying in his bed, but when the night comes, you go to your own home and he stays alone.

When he moved to Manchester, he thought that things could be easier, but he has never been so wrong. Yeah, the team is great, all the players are nice to him, the coach is a great friend who Mason can count on, but he feels like everyone has their lives and family and he is left behind.

Until he met you, four months ago.

Mason doesn't believe in love at first sight but he definitely believed in admiration at first sight. He didn't have a mirror with him but he knew his own eyes lit up when he saw you for the first time. 

You looked stunning in a red dress and Mason felt insecure about himself, so he asked Bruno to introduce you two when you were around each other. In the first month in Manchester he was still trying to get into a routine and that's when his captain realized that Mason needed to be involved in some things to stop feeling alone, and that’s why Bruno invited Mason to his wife’s birthday, so Mason could meet some of the players' families and some of his personal friends.

And that's when Mason met you.

You are a great friend of Ana's and you wouldn't miss her birthday for anything in the world, especially since you missed the kids after traveling for a few days. And of course, Ana was an incredible friend after the difficult period you went through after your divorce with Mathew. 

You knew Mason hadn't taken his eyes off you since he entered the room, but you pretended you hadn't seen him until Bruno introduced you. You noticed that Mason was shy and he wanted to talk to you, but even if you weren't interested, you couldn't help but be nice to him just like he was being nice to you. And obviously, Mason was handsome and polite, so it wasn't exactly a surprise when you found yourself in his sheets a few weeks later.

After Ana's birthday you and Mason met two days later at the supermarket, then he asked you to have coffee with him. After that, you met in the park one morning and discovered that you lived in the same neighborhood. Mason wasn't going to lie and he hoped every day to see you in the neighborhood, just to say a “hi” or see you for 10 seconds.

You started meeting in the park a few days during the week just to walk and chat about random things, sometimes in the morning and sometimes late at night when there’s no one out on the street. Mason was fun and made you laugh and you were mysterious and left him walking on eggshells most of the time, but he couldn't control himself and fell in love with you.

Mason knew that you were his teammate's ex-wife, he found out on Ana's birthday when he asked you how you met Bruno. He felt guilty that he was secretly meeting someone who was important to a friend of his, who welcomed him to the team with open arms and did everything he could to help Mason adapt.

Sometimes he opens his mouth to ask you the reason for your divorce, but something always stops him. Mason was afraid you would say that you were still in love with Mathew, or that you would like to get back together, and he knew he couldn't handle that. 

He never felt this way about anyone.

Mason has been feeling insecure about your relationship, he would rather live in the dark than be denied by you, but he can no longer hide how much his heart breaks every time he doesn't get an answer from you and everyone can see how miserable Mason is. 

Except you. 

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“I hate winter, I can't believe autumn is coming again.” You complained and Mason laughed. You were walking again, it was a Tuesday night and you sent Mason a message asking if he wanted to go out for a walk with you just to chat. You were stressed because of your job and Mason has a gift for cheering you up. 

“I know, but it means Christmas is coming.” He said and put his arm over his shoulder, walking beside you.

“That’s your favorite holiday?” 

“I love Christmas and I love spending time with my family, it's the best time of the year.” You smiled at him. Mason always talks about his family and you love the way he loves them all, especially his nieces and nephews, and now you know all their names and ages. Mason always talks about his mum too, so you noticed he is a mama’s boy. “How about you?”

“I love spring, it is my favorite season. I love to see flowers everywhere, all the colors, everything is so beautiful.” You said and he smiled. 

“What's your favorite flowers?”

“I love tulips.”

“And what about your family? You never told me anything about them.”

“Well, I have three younger brothers.” You said and you could see that Mason was surprised. “I know, I have a big family.” 

“That’s so cool, I can’t imagine my life without my family.”

“Yeah. My parents lives in London, I don't see them as much as I want, but I try to go to London sometimes. They always come here to see me, my brothers too. I have a nephew and he is my favorite boy.” 

“Oh, so you prefer him, uh?” Mason mocked you.

“Well, yes, you are in second place.”

“I need to try harder then.”

“You should. You played for Chelsea, right? All my family is blue.”

“Oh, damn it.” Mason put his hand on his head and laughed. “So your father must not like me very much. He won't like meeting me.”

“If you meet him someday.”

Two days later you received a bouquet of pink tulips at your house.

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“What’s going on, Mase?” Luke asked Mason when it was just the two of them in the locker room. “It seems like you've been feeling down the last few days.”

Mason didn’t answer, but he knew Luke was right. Besides Bruno and Luke, only Lisandro knew about you two, and that's why he knows he can blow off some steam with Luke, who is a great friend.

“I know. It’s just… I don’t know, everyday I feel more insecure about Y/N.” 

“Have you talked to her about this?”

“I'm afraid of her answers.”

“Mason, look, I know you love her and everyone can see that in your face, but if you have doubts about your relationship or maybe if you don’t know if she has the same feelings for you, maybe it's time to end things between you two.”

Mason felt a lump in his throat.

“I know you have a weight on your shoulders because of Mathew and this is eating you alive, but you can't carry the weight alone when Y/N shares it with you. You don't have to go through this alone.”

Mason continued looking at the ground and without trusting his own voice to speak, so he just nodded and Luke said goodbye and left, leaving him alone and lost in his own thoughts.

Maybe Luke is right. Maybe not. Mason has been with someone he barely knows for four months. Sometimes he is surprised by the things you say, because you open up so little to him that he lives in the dark. Every time you say something to Mason, he's surprised by how smart you are, and he's always amazed when you say some personal opinion.

Mason tells you everything about himself all the time and you just listen, it's very difficult for him to know what your childhood, adolescence was like or what your family is like.

He packed his things and prepared to leave the locker room, but Mathew arrived and Mason had no idea he was still in Carrington. 

“Hey Mason, working overtime?” Mason nodded and gave him a small smile, feeling the guilt wash over him again. 

“Yeah, but I’m leaving, I was just talking to Luke for a bit.” Mason held his own backpack and looked at Mathew sheepishly, hoping he wouldn't notice.

“Since you are here, I would like to invite you to my birthday party. It's this Friday and I can send you the location. Take your girl if you want, I heard you got someone.”

Mason got stuck. He froze. He stares at Mathew to see if he's being ironic, but he doesn't seem to know who Mason's girl is. Mason breathes a sigh of relief.

He couldn't say anything for a few seconds, but then he thanked him for the invitation and told Mathew that he would try to go, then he ran and left, leaving the locker room and Mathew behind.

“Fuck.”

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“So good, Mase.” You gasped while you were riding him. Mason was lying beneath you, his eyes were closed and his hands ran all over your body, touching you everywhere. “I’m gonna cum.” 

“Cum with me.” he groaned. Mason pulled you against him and you laid on his chest while still riding him. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” You whispered in his ear. Mason got goosebumps when you scratched his chest and he sped up his movements, so when he moaned loudly, you knew he had cum. “Oh, Y/N. You’re so good.” He was whispering rambling things while still cumming inside you. “You’re so hot, so beautiful, I love you.” 

The orgasm that passed through your body disappeared when you heard Mason's words. You froze on top of him, but he didn't notice.

He loves you? What the hell?

“I feel like every time it gets better.” Mason said and you notice that probably he said it without thinking, just slipped it out. 

You sighed and smiled at him, ignoring what he had said.

“I know.”

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“Why are you so quiet today?” you asked a few hours after Mason arrived at your house. Mason was different. He arrived quietly, had dinner next to you in silence and now, lying next to you in bed watching a movie, he was still very quiet.

“I’m tired.” He ran his hands over your hair and smiled, but his eyes remained sad.“You look so beautiful today.” 

“Thanks Masey.” You smiled at him, knowing that he says that every time he sees you. “But seriously, what is wrong with you?” Mason didn't respond and continued watching, but you knew he had things to talk about.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” You left a kiss on his bare chest and looked at him.

“Can you tell me why you and Mathew got divorced?” You weren't ready for that question but you knew it would come at some point. You and Mason had been together for four months and he never asked anything about it, but you could tell it was consuming him. He was always curious.

“Why do you want to know?” you asked carefully and Mason sighed.

“I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders all the time, that’s why.” Mason leaned against the headboard. “He's so nice to me and I feel like I betrayed him in some way. He talks to me a lot every day and he doesn't know that I’ve been sleeping with his ex-wife, someone who was married to him. He invited me to his birthday next Friday and told me to bring my girl but I don't even know if you want to be my girlfriend.”

“Mason, I…” You didn't know what to say, that's the truth. Mason never told you he felt guilty about being with you. Or did you never ask? “I didn’t know you’re feeling this way.” 

“I don't want to pressure you, Y/N, but honestly, this is killing me.” He ran a hand over his face, looking nervous and anxious. “We've been together for four months now and I've been feeling this way all this time. I want to go on a date with you, or take you to my games as my girlfriend, but I want to know if you want that too.”

You sat on the bed next to Mason, placing your hand on top of his.

“Mason, I don't think we need to give it a name, things are going well and-”

“What?” He looked at you painfully. So painful it broke you inside.

“Look, I don't need to tell you why Mathew and I got divorced, it's in the past and it's painful for me, I’m sorry.” Mason pulled his hand away from yours.

“Do you still love him?”

“What?”

“Do you miss him? Why is it painful for you?”

“It's not that, but you're the last person I want to talk to about this.” Mason jumped out of bed and you couldn't read the expression on his face.

“Cause I don't mean anything to you, right?”

“That's not what I said.”

“You don't have to.” Mason laughed, but he couldn't hide his sadness. “Even without you saying it, I feel it. I mean nothing to you, I'm not good enough to be someone you want to date, maybe marry, I'm not even good enough for you to introduce to your friends.”

“Please stop saying that.”

“But it's the truth, isn't it?” Mason yelled at you. “What are you afraid of? Or are you ashamed of me? Is it because Mathew and I play together?”

“I'm not ashamed of you Mason, stop being so stupid.”

“Then why? Why do you stay with me if you don't want a future by my side?”

“It is not that easy.”

“But it is. Why are you afraid of the feelings you have for me? Why?” Mason is panicking, he screams and you don't know what to do to calm him down. You start panicking too. “I love you. Y/N, I love you so much that I don't know how to explain it.”

“You don’t.” You snapped at him. 

“I do. I love you, how can you not see that?” This time he speaks quietly, looking at you as you continue to sit on the bed. “Everyone sees how much I love you. I was already in love with you the first time I kissed you, but now I realize that you never showed that you felt the same way.”

You feel a lump in your throat but you don't want to cry. You won't cry in front of Mason. 

“You didn't want to meet my family, my friends. I say everything about me to you, I give all of myself to you, you don't give anything of yourself to me, you don't even try.”

“Mason… I-”

“Every time I tried to get closer to you, you moved away. You do this because you don't feel anything for me, right? You don’t love me?”

That’s not the truth. Mason is everything you ever wanted, but he's so broken, so sad, that it's not worth staying by his side to not make him happy. So you didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry.” Mason was already broken and you could see it in his face, but when you didn't say you love him back, he didn't react, he just agreed.

You don’t shoot a dog when it’s already dead.

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“How do you like your meat?” Mason asked and you lifted your head from the computer and looked at him, seeing that Mason is cooking dinner for the two of you tonight. He looks cute wearing sweats and concentrating on what he is doing. He shows you the pan with the meat. “Good for you?”

“Sure. It seems good.” Mason blushed and you smiled to yourself, realizing the effect you had on him. 

“I hope this pasta tastes good too.” Mason put the food on the plate and you looked up from the computer once again. The food actually looked good and the smell was all over your kitchen. 

You were working and Mason texted you asking if he could see you tonight. You said you needed to work, but if he wanted to come over to your house today, that would be fine. Mason showed up within 30 minutes with grocery bags for dinner and other things you like. 

He was silent while you worked, but sometimes he would drop something on the floor and you laughed at him. When he announced that dinner was ready, you turned off the computer and walked over to him, hugging him and pulling him in for a kiss. 

Mason is a natural kisser. He is so good at this that you think you could kiss him all day. Maybe you were born to kiss each other, cause even Mathew was never this good.

“Thanks for coming here.” You said and he left a kiss on your forehead. “I’m starving.”

“I love being with you, you know that.” Mason served you and the two of you had dinner while talking, he talked a little about training and his family and you talked about your job.

“They are coming next week, my parents, Jaz and Lewis.” 

“That’s nice, do you miss them?”

“Yes, I haven’t seen Summer and Mila since I moved here.” He said. “Maybe we should have dinner, so you could meet them.” 

“What?” You were confused.

“I was wondering this, I already talked about you with my mother, she wants to meet you.” 

You definitely weren't expecting that. You got divorced four months ago, you met Mason two months ago. You don’t want to meet any parents or family. Things got a little difficult after you got divorced and you don't want to be in a relationship, not after everything you've been through.

“I’m going to London next week.” That's what you said. Now you have to go to London. “My dad sent a message and asked me to spend a few days with them.”

“Oh, I see.” Mason said and looked sad, but you weren't ready for that yet. You don't know if you'll ever be ready again. “Maybe next time.”

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Mason got into his car holding back tears, and held them back until he got home.

Never in his entire life had he felt so sad. He had never felt so much sadness after losing a football match, so he didn't know his heart could hurt this much. He was feeling so much pain that it turned into physical pain. Mason's chest was so tight and he could barely breathe.

When he got home, everything was cold, sad, and a house that was happy when you were with him, became a nightmare.

When he faced the empty wall, that's when he broke. The tears he's been holding back until now are streaming down his face, and he's not sure, but he cried so much that he fell asleep on the couch while he was thinking about you.

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Mason left and you cried.

You cried and hated Mathew with all your might for playing with you, for making you insecure, for destroying all the years you were by his side.

You hurt Mason and now you've walked away from him forever. The sweet man who brought you flowers, chocolates, who cooked for you, the man who loves you. 

You perhaps destroyed the best thing that had happened to you, and it was entirely your fault.

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You dropped your phone once again and decided not to call him.

You cried your heart out when you realized what you had been doing to him for the past few months and you felt guilty for never realizing how he felt. Mason is the best person in your life and you broke him into a million pieces.

Mason left your house so disappointed that you couldn't call him and apologize, but now all you want is to lie down next to him again and hug him, tell him you are sorry. You went to Ana's house this afternoon to talk to her about what had happened, she is a great friend and listened to you for a long time until Bruno arrived, then he said that Mason was so sad that he infected everyone with his sadness during the day. 

And that was your fault.

Your and Mathew's relationship has never been easy. You had been together for years and it was difficult to get out of a painful and uncomfortable cycle. You two met when you were teenagers, your families were friends and everything was easy when you were with him. You got married early, everyone loved you two but the truth is that no one knew what the real Mathew was like.

He was controlling, possessive, rude and treated you badly. He changed a lot after you got married and felt entitled to boss you around. You couldn't wear an outfit you liked if he didn't like it. You couldn't even look away or talk to someone without him looking at you angry. No one imagined how Matthew was away from the field, from training, from his friends, and unfortunately it was you who had to deal with the bad version of him every day.

Mason was the complete opposite. 

He was calm, he never yelled at you, he praised you all the time and even pajamas were the perfect outfit in his opinion. How can you hurt someone who was the opposite of someone who hurt you so much?

You felt the tears approaching once again and thought about calling Mason or going to his house, but you preferred to go for a walk alone. It's better this way. 

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Mason decided at the last minute to go to Mathew's party just because he couldn't stand feeling the emptiness in his chest anymore. 

You didn't send a message. You didn't call. You didn't show up. Four days without any news from you.

Going to your ex husband's party wasn't the best idea, but Mason wanted to forget about you for half an hour. That was enough.

The place was full, hot and noisy. As soon as Mason entered, he regretted it, but some of the players had already seen him and he had no way to escape. He forced a smile and walked towards them, feeling anxious again. Mason didn't know how to behave at a party anymore, especially since you and him hadn't been to any parties together. 

Mathew had a girl dancing on his lap and Mason wondered if you would be okay with doing this in front of other people when you were married to him. Probably not, he knew you. But he was relieved to see Mathew with someone else, maybe then he wouldn't mind when he found out about you and him.

There is no more you and Mason. There is nothing for Mathew to know.

Mason felt his eyes filling with tears but he smiled and greeted his friends.

“Maceeee, thanks for coming mate.” Mathew got up and greeted Mason, leaving the girl alone for a while. “You didn't want to bring your whore?” 

“My what?” He got angry with Mathew's disgusting speech, but at the same time Bruno approached and pulled Mason. 

“Hey, he’s drunk. Just ignore.” His captain said. 

“That was disgusting. He called Y/N a whore.” 

“In fact he doesn’t know about her and he didn’t say that about Y/N.” 

“Nevermind, we are not together anymore.” Mason acted like he didn't care but Bruno could see in his eyes that he was broken and sad. 

“What do you mean?” Mason could see Ana approaching. “Mason?” 

“I decided to end things. I’m not good enough for her, that’s the truth.” Ana looked at him with a sad look and Mason couldn't smile at her. “I think she still loves him.” 

“Mason, don’t say that ever again.” Ana scolded him. “That’s not true.” 

“Ana, I’m sorry but I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” Mason apologized and she agreed, so Bruno offered him a drink and Mason drank it in one gulp. 

If Mason needs to get drunk to forget you, then that's what he'll do.

A woman Mason didn't know approached and started talking to him. She ran her hand over Mason's arms and legs as he continued drinking and just agreed with her, not really caring about what she said. 

“Maybe we should go to your’s, what do you think, handsome?” She kissed his neck and Mason didn't even remember her name, Polly, Molly, Hillie, it doesn’t matter. “I wanna do a lot of things with you.” 

“Let go of me.” Mason spoke rudely and she left angry, not before calling him a twat, so Mason tried to get up but fell again. Everyone there noticed how much he was drinking, all of them surprised because they had never seen Mason like this before. Now, he is sitting on the sofa alone and drinking a lot, so Luke walked over to him.

“Mason, I think you’ve had enough.” Luke snatched Mason's drink away. “Let’s go home, mate.”

“I don’t wanna go home.” 

“Mase, c’mom, we’ll drive you.” Anouska said and sat down next to Mason and he nodded again, saying he was going to stay at the party with the others. “Mason, you can’t drive when you are this drunk.”

“Why didn't she call?” He asked and Anouska felt sorry for Mason. Luke was sad to see his friend's condition, drunk and as sad as ever. “I miss her.” 

Mason spoke with a trembling voice and Luke didn't want to leave him alone like this in a place full of people, they could record Mason or take him to another place, and he’s not even thinking right.

“Let’s go home, please? Then we’ll ask her.” Anouska convinced Mason and helped him to his feet, then they both drove Mason home. Tomorrow he will deal with his car. 

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

Sunday's game was stressful and Mason was ready to attack the other team's players. The referee was ignoring the other players' attacks against Manchester United and giving yellow cards to all of his teammates, which is why Mason got a card when he pushed a player.

“Fuck off” Mason swore angrily, then his captain walked over and asked him to calm down. Luckily they were winning 1-0, but the game was very difficult.

Mason also had to be grateful for starting the game as the week of training was difficult and he was unfocused. He was sad, stressed and taking out his anger on whoever was close to him. He was never good at understanding his own emotions.

“Calm down or you could get thrown out of the game.” 

“This little shit is just giving us a yellow card.” Mason snapped at Bruno and he saw Luke approaching while he was gesturing. 

“Stop it Mason.” Luke said and gave Mason an angry look. 

Mason agreed and the game continued. Garnacho scored a second goal and Old Trafford went crazy. It's a relief when he realizes the game is ending and they're winning.

The fight with another player while he was trying to catch the ball from Mason was rough and he was pushed, then the referee blew the whistle and Mason felt the player step on his thigh.

Mason felt pain in his thigh when he touched it and there were 10 minutes left in the game. He tried to get up and he thought he could keep running, but as soon as he got up and went to run again, he screamed. The other player received a red card and Mason fell to the ground again and knew he was screwed. 

The cry reached his throat again as he felt his thigh hurt, with his hands on his face, he tried to hide how much it hurt, but soon the doctors were there to take Mason off the field and all the players were around him. Mason cried as he was carried to the infirmary and he knew everyone was watching, but he could never care less.

Everything is shit.

The game ended and Man U won, so the fans were happy with the victory, but Mason received the news that he wouldn't play for months because of the injury and that ended up killing him.

He had to take strong medication to deal with the pain in his leg, the physiotherapists said that surgery would not be necessary, but he would still be out for a few months. Mason's head was full and he just wanted to sleep and forget everything.

Mason was taken to the training center to have some tests done, he was quiet and everyone knew how difficult it was for a player to receive the news that he was injured. Mason didn’t say a word while the doctors and the physiotherapists were talking to him, in fact, he was just pretending to listen. 

After that, one of the doctors took Mason home since he couldn't drive, and told him he would bring his car the next day. Mason thanked for the drive and snuggled up on the couch, sighing and cursing to himself.

Ace walked over and Mason remembered the dog who had been alone for hours, and probably noticed that Mason was in a bad mood as he just snuggled up next to him and put his head on Mason's non-hurting leg. 

“Hey buddy.” Mason spoke and ran his hand through the dog's hair. Ace just sighed as if he was sad like Mason. Maybe he was. “You miss her, don’t you?” 

Ace howled lowly.

“I miss her too,” Mason said more to himself and his thoughts flew to you once again. “So much.” 

His phone vibrated and Mason was disappointed to see a message from his mother. Deep down he would like it to be a message from you.

He wouldn't be able to deal with his mother following him all the time, so as much as he would like her presence there, he would rather be alone for a while, then he can cry, scream and get angry with no one to stop him.

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

“Oh my God.” That’s exactly what you said when you saw Mason lying and crying in the field. You felt your heart racing when you saw him suffering. Mason was stressed out on the field and you knew it wasn't normal, he was fighting, attacking and had already received a yellow card, and you feared that he would receive a red card until the end of the match.

“He's not fine, Y/N.” Anouska said to you. You just looked at her and agreed, but what can you do? “Maybe you should talk to him.”

“I hurt him a lot, An.” You felt guilty. “He's too good for me, I don't want to pull him into a hole with me.” 

“But he makes you so happy, Y/N. You shine when you're with him.” She said. “He’s not Mathew, Mason will never treat you badly and he loves you so much, you know that. Maybe it’s time to make yourself happy, forget about your past.” 

“I'm so afraid of hurting him. I know I hurt him this week, but I don't want to make him sadder.”

“Look, I think you should tell him your fears, but Mason needs you now. I've never seen him so sad, he drank so much at Mathew's party that Luke and I had to drive him home, he was in no condition to drive.” You had no idea about that. 

“I don’t know if I should.” Your brain was in overdrive. Did Mason want to talk to you? 

“You must.” 

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

You texted Anouska in the morning. 

You spent the night awake and now you had dark circles under your eyes, you spent the night thinking about Mason and what to do. You cried again as you realized that you could have lost him forever because of your choices and speeches.

And that's exactly why you're driving to his house right now. You're hoping Mason doesn't tell you to leave and you're so nervous you feel like you're going to throw up. You have the key to the gate of his house and that's why you can get in, so you stay in the car for a while longer until you feel ready to face him. 

You ring the doorbell, but no one answers. You ring the doorbell one more time, but two minutes pass again and no one appears. Your eyes fill with tears, but maybe Mason isn't even home. You turn to walk back to the car, but as soon as you take two steps, the door opens behind you.

Mason had a crutch under his arm and seemed surprised to see you there. He didn't say anything, he just stared at you, so you ran to him and threw yourself into his arms, almost knocking him over. 

He held you against him, pressing you against his chest as you cried into the crook of his neck. You cried so much that Mason dragged you into the house and closed the door, even though his leg hurt, he didn't let you go.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mase.” You felt his hands on your back. 

Mason sat on the couch and sat you on the leg that wasn't injured, then he pulled you back into a hug and placed his face in the crook of your neck. You felt some tears on your skin and this time it was you who pulled him against your body.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” 

“No, it’s not.” You sobbed and made him look at you. “I’m sorry, I treated you so badly and you didn't deserve what I put you through all this time.”

Mason wiped the tears from your face and gave you a sad smile. 

“It’s fine, really, you don’t have to talk about your feelings, I don’t want to pressure you and make you say things you don’t want to.”

“That’s the point, Mase.” He looked at you confused. “I should’ve talked about the things that happened, but I left you with nothing all these months. I made you sad and I-”.

“Shhh, calm down love.” 

“Don’t be nice to me, Mason.” You sobbed.

“What? Are you crazy?” He laughed.

“I’m not.” You looked at him and saw him smiling at you. How can he be so sweet? You hurt him, you let him suffer and now he put you in his lap and is hugging you just because he loves you so much that it doesn't even matter that you broke his heart. “I wanna talk.”

“Go on.” You take a deep breath before starting to speak.

“So, I met Mathew years ago, we were just seventeen, I was young and he was starting his career, but he was very kind to me, to my family, and that’s why I love him so much. We had a good relationship, but Mathew sometimes exploded at me for no reason, putting the blame on me for things that weren't even my business, but I loved him and I ignored all of that.”

“He asked me to marry him when we were 22 and I accepted, of course I did, I had already finished college and I could have my life with him. But he was always rude, he didn't like my clothes, I couldn't go out with my friends without telling him, and he kept yelling at me without me doing anything. It made me insecure, all of this erased me. We came to Manchester and I was away from my family, from everyone I loved and I only had him, but he made friends here and I was lucky that he let me get closer to Ana and Anouska.”

“I got pregnant at the beginning of this year, but I suffered a miscarriage in March and it was the worst moment of my life.” Thick tears fell from your eyes and Mason wiped them away for you. “I thought a baby would make me happy, I always wanted to be a mother and I would have a baby and I wouldn't have to deal with Mathew all the time. I think he was happy too, but even though I was pregnant he continued to get stressed with everything I did.”

You took a deep breath, still feeling Mason staring at you as he listened to you. His hands were still on your back and he was comforting you.

“When I lost the baby, Mathew was horrible to me. For a long time I believed it was my fault as he said, if I had been more careful I could have had my baby with me. Ana and Anouska helped me a lot, I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for the two of them with me. I know Bruno and Luke like me, but I don't like that they have to be torn between me and their friend. In fact, what he did to me has nothing to do with the two of them or the team.”

“I do not agree with this.” This was the first thing that Mason said. 

“You don’t have to.” You smiled at him. “So, after the miscarriage I decided I wanted to get a divorce, I couldn't put up with him blaming me all the time and being bad and toxic to me. I still don't understand how he accepted it so easily, but later I found out that he cheated on me several times and it's easier to be single than to be married.”

“He's a piece of shit.” Mason said, angry.

“Basically that's it. I'm sorry for leaving you without answers for so long, it was never my intention to treat you badly, to make you sad like I did, but it's very difficult to believe that I can have something good after so many years in a bad relationship, I think I was afraid of you disappointing me and I ended up disappointing you.”

“Thank you for telling me all this, I had no idea and I'm so angry at him.”

“You don't need to be mad at him, Mason. He's your teammate and you can treat him well.” You wiped the tears from your face and looked at Mason, then cupped his face and made him look you in the eyes once again. “I’m sorry for the other day, I’m sorry I made you feel sad. I'm not ashamed of you Mason, I never would be. You are perfect, you make me happy since I met you and I think I'm not good for you.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N.” Mason spoke and left a kiss on your shoulder.

“But I love you.” You spoke and Mason froze, then looked at you and he couldn't let the smile leave his face. “I do, I really do.”

“You sure?” 

“I'm more sure than ever.” You smiled at him. “I want to introduce you to my parents if you want, I don't have any other friends besides Ana and Anouska here and you already know them, and I don't mind going to the games with your shirt on. Number 7 has always been my lucky number, if you want to know.”

“I love you, Y/N. I've never felt this way about someone before, you make me happy just by lying with me, having dinner with me and making me laugh. I don't want that with someone else.”

Mason pulled you against him and you spent a few minutes cuddled together just swearing your love to each other. Your heart felt like it was going to explode with happiness when you realized that things were resolved.

“I was afraid you would tell me to leave.” 

“I couldn't do that, I missed you so much.”

“So, what about this thigh?” You pointed to his leg. 

“Yeah, not good news. I won't play for at least four months.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Mason said and you looked at him. “It’s not fine, I wanna punch that guy in the face.”

“I'll take care of you, don't worry.” You left kisses on his cheeks and he tickled you, who was still on his lap..

“That's right, I'm fine now.”

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

“I’m panicking.”

“Y/N, there’s no reason for you to be worried about.” Mason said and you couldn’t believe his words. “They already love you.”

“Yeah, right.” You arranged the table with dishes once again, the tenth time in fifteen minutes. “What do you think?”

“Hey, c’mere.” Mason called you and you saw him approaching with his crutches. It's been two weeks since his injury and you stayed with him every day, just to make sure he was okay. Mason was great, to be honest, it was a dream come true, waking up with you next to him every day. “I swear, there's no reason for you to be scared.”

“Okay, I'll try to relax.”

Indeed, Mason's family is wonderful. Only his parents came to Manchester but it was great to spend the day with them. You cooked and Mason helped you as much as he could, but because of the injury he couldn't stay on his feet for long. Debbie helped you wash the dishes after lunch and you talked for hours. You realized why Mason was so polite and kind, his parents were too and raised their son very well.

“I'm glad he has you here in Manchester. When he moved I was scared he would feel alone, but I think he's happy. He's happy, in fact, I can see it in his eyes.”

“Mason is wonderful, he always talks about you or the kids, he seems to love his nieces and nephew.”

“Mason is their favorite.” Debbie laughed. “Summer wants to call him everyday.”

“I can’t wait for him to meet my family, but they live in London and all of them have their jobs, so it’s hard for them to come.”

“He told me your father is a Chelsea fan.” 

“Yes, but I found out he was always a fan of Mason.”

“My beautiful boy, I've never seen him so in love as he is now.” Debbie looked at you and you smiled at her, blushing. “Thank you for making him happy.”

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

“Are you sure?” Mason asked once again. “We can go home if you want.”

“Mason, it’s fine.” You said. “I'm going to sit with Ana, Anouska and the kids.”

You two arrived at Old Trafford for a game against Arsenal. Mason still can't play, but after one month he can finally walk without crutches. Mason decided to watch the game at the stadium and invited you to go with him, so he gave you a ticket to the family area and you can watch with your friends while Mason watches with the other players.

You're nervous, it's the first time you've been to the stadium in months and you're sure that some of the fans will recognize you, but this time the number on your back is different.

Mount 7.

Mason almost cried when he saw you ready and wearing his shirt, he spent ten minutes kissing you and telling you how beautiful you look. You might cry because you love him so much.

“I'll take you there.” He spoke as soon as the two of you entered Old Trafford.

“Mason, it’s not necessary. I'll be fine, really.” You gave him a light kiss on the lips and Mason agreed, then he told you once again that he loved you and left towards the locker rooms to talk to his teammates. 

You quickly got there and soon found your friends. They were so happy to see you there that they hugged you for long minutes. You hadn't seen them in the last month because you were with Mason every day, so you missed them and the kids.

“Mason is not here?” Anouska asked when you sat. 

“Yes, he went to the locker room to see them. He's doing physical therapy every day and barely talks to them, he must miss the training.”

A woman you don't know entered the box and sat in the corner, so you saw that she was wearing the shirt with Mathew's number. She looked at you with a disgusting face, but she looked the same way at Ana and Anouska, so you ignored her.

“That’s the new one.” Anouska said and looked to the field where the team is coming in to warm up. 

“Bruno told me that they are trying to sell Mathew next season, he is not performing on the field and is always at parties and missing training.” Ana said to you and Anouska. 

If it was a while ago you would have cared, but not now.

“That’s not my problem anymore.”

“Woww, that’s our girl.” 

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

Manchester United won 3-0 and you knew Mason was happy before you even saw him, but he wanted to play too and you're sorry he was injured. The girls invited you to join them and meet the players after the game to celebrate the team's victory, and knowing that's where you'll find Mason, you accepted.

You passed some of the players and ended up saying hello to them, as well as the Manchester United team, who were always kind to you. Of course, you didn't fail to notice the surprised look on some people's faces when they saw that the number on your shirt was 7.

Anouska pulled you close to her and led you to where Mason was. You saw him talking to Luke, Onana and Rashford and Mason looked happy to finally be with his friends. He saw you and smiled at you, you melted when you felt his passionate gaze on you and smiled at him in the same way.

“Y/N?” 

That wasn't the voice you wanted to hear.

You turned around and saw Mathew approaching you. He had a look on his face like he didn't understand anything that was happening, it was a shame. 

“Hey Mathew, how are you?” You smiled at him, but the last place you wanted to be was there. 

“Why are you wearing Mason's shirt?” He asked and pointed to the shirt you're wearing. “What the fuck is that, Y/N?” 

“You liked it?” You tugged at the hem of your shirt and looked, smiling at him and ignoring his angry tone. 

“Do not play with me.” He pulled your wrist and squeezed. You raised your eyebrow at him, and he started putting on a show in front of everyone. “Are you fucking with him?”

“I’m sorry?” 

“You couldn't stay away from a player, could you?” He asked wryly. “What a slut you are, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

You felt tears come to your eyes and you pulled your arm out of his hand.

“Don’t talk to me like that. You're not half the man Mason is.”

Mathew turns red with anger, maybe because this time he couldn't manipulate you.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” Mason came to your side and put his arm around your shoulder, leaving a kiss on your forehead and then looking at Mathew. “Hey Mathew, I didn't see you there.”

“You're a coward, Mason Mount. You left Chelsea as a traitor and you are here as one, I hope you make good use of this bitch.”

Mason threatened to go to Mathew, but you held him back. You realized he was angry, but Mathew was rotten and always tried to touch someone's wound, he was the coward. Mathew left angrily and passed all the other players without talking.

“Don't mind him, please. He's a twat.” You looked at Mason and he nodded, then pulled you into a hug and left a kiss on your head. “I’m sorry for this.” 

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault, Y/N.” He said and gave you a smile. “Thanks for coming with me.” 

“I will always be by your side, even when you don't want me around.”

“I always want you around.”

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

December arrived and so did the snow. 

Mason was celebrating everywhere that Christmas was close and everyone would come to his house, including your family. He spent his days planning what to do with the kids, what to talk about with your father and your brothers, if your mother would like him or if she would like his mother. 

“Should I buy other games for the PS5?” He asked when he entered the room. Ace followed him and laid down on his bed in the corner of the room while Mason threw himself on top of you on the bed. “Your nephew likes football, doesn't he?”

“You've already bought about five games since last week.”

“I know, but there are a lot of children to entertain.”

“Mase, don't worry, it's only three days and they will play with each other.”

“Uh, fine.” He grumbled and snuggled into you under the warm covers. “What do I buy for your dad?”

“Oh my God.” You spoke and Mason laughed at your reaction. “You don’t have to buy anything, you know that.”

“But it doesn't feel right.” 

“It doesn't matter, he'll thank you thousands of times for letting them stay here.”

“I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight, I'm nervous.” 

“Then I'll have to tire you out.”

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

“Mason, your home is beautiful.” Your mum said to him and he blushed, approaching her to talk. 

“I know, I bought it because it's big, I think it worked well since we have a big family.”

Mason walked away and went to show your mother another part of the house. He got along well with everyone, your father loved him as did your brothers and your nephew has a favorite uncle now. 

His family arrived after them and you can finally meet Jazmin and his nieces. She was sweet like Debbie and you adored her. 

As soon as Mason came back, you saw your mom and Debbie talking and realized that your family fit together perfectly. You breathed a sigh of relief when you realized that Mason was what was missing in your life, and you had never felt so loved and happy as you did now.

“A penny for your thoughts.” Mason said and hugged you when he saw you leaning against the wall near the stairs. “Everything’s okay?” 

“Yes, I’m just thinking of how lucky I am.” You said and looked at everyone in the living room. “Everything worked.”

Mason pulled you into a kiss and you smiled against his lips, then Mason realized how happy you were there. 

“You look happy.” 

“I am happy.” You said and ran your hand over his face, then Mason pulled your hand away and left a kiss on your palm. “And that's because of you, thank you.”

“I will always make you happy.”

[vevobly]

Yellowjackets Jealousy Headcanons!

A/N: This has you being romantically involved with them in mind, but you can interpret it however you want. Devour and enjoy as always!

Jackie Taylor:

Jackie thrives on attention, especially yours. So when it goes to someone else? Oh boy, you are in big trouble.

Jackie would practically be steaming. Whether you're aware or unaware of what you're doing to her, she'd be pissed.

Her jealousy would be subtle but to those who knew her well, it would be clear as fucking daylights.

Jackie would either resort to making passive aggressive comments or trying to one-up the person she's jealous of.

Like, if someone compliments you too much—she would just appear out of nowhere and insert herself between you guys.

Now, I'm not antagonizing Jackie here! But I fully believe the girl has some sort of popular complexity. So when you hang out with someone she deems "beneath" her social circle, she gets especially jealous.

Shauna Shipman:

Knowing Shauna, her jealousy would definitely be felt more than heard. Oh, and she'd probably bottle it all up until she explodes.

She’ll watch the way you interact with others, her eyes narrowing whenever someone else makes you laugh or smiles at you in a way she doesn’t like.

Shauna won’t confront you directly (unless she's forced into a corner into doing that) about it.

But she will subtly manipulate certain situations so you spend more time alone with her.

Shauna will definitely feel guilty about it. And very insecure at the same time that she'll ask you stuff like — “you’re not… bored of me, right?

Taissa Turner:

Jealousy does not get to Taissa. And if it did, she would not be jealous openly. I mean, she's confident in her relationship with you.

But if someone does start "flirting" with you, she's immediately stepping right in. Cool and collective.

She won't lash out or anything like that, she'll just remind them (and maybe you) who's in charge.

If jealousy really does get to her? She'd just go up to you and discuss it. That's about it.

Unless she's extremely jealous, then she might start controlling your time with other people for a bit. No worries! It won't last for too long.

Van Palmer:

Van would act like she’s all cool with it, but she's not. She would get extremely protective of you in a certain way when she's jealous.

Like, this girl will joke about you “breaking her heart” but also hover near you whenever she senses someone else than her vying for your attention.

Now, Van trusts you. But her insecurities have their own little way of just wiggling into her head, especially when someone attractive or successful tries to get your attention.

She’ll become more affectionate with you, using that to ward off any people trying to make their moves on you.

If you question it, she'll just laugh it off. Insist you're being a little silly because she knows better than anyone else just how much you love her.

Natalie Scatorccio:

Natalie's jealousy is explosive, and she definitely would not try just one tiny bit to hide it at all.

She wouldn't be afraid to confront the person making her jealous. And this girl's anger is not something you want to be directed at you (unless you're into it).

Because Nat's anger comes out in sharp words or her just being destructive.

If you’re being too friendly with someone else; she’ll lash out and tell you “why don’t you just go be with them, then?” — better grovel for her.

Since Nat has issues with being abandoned or betrayed, she'd probably pull back from you emotionally. Just becoming distant or reckless to protect herself from being hurt, especially by you.

Lottie Matthews:

Lottie's jealousy would just be strangely calm. Similar to Jackie and Shauna, she'd be pretty subtle about it.

Like, she'd just give off vibes that make the person making her jealous uncomfortable. Just thus quiet unnerving way of making them back off without saying a word.

With Lottie, I feel like you wouldn't even know she's jealous unless she tells you that herself or you just know her too well to know it.

If the person she's jealous of isn't backing off. One way or another, this girl will stir you away from that person no matter what.

She'll make certain stuff up so you go far from this person. Like someone needing you for something and so.

Laura Lee:

This girl would just be battling her jealousy! Like, she'd try so hard to suppress any feelings of jealousy because she sees them wrong.

But she still can't help it get to her sometimes. She'll feel sad, hurt when someone gets too close to you.

Like, she'll pray for strength and try her best to rationalize her feelings, but then it would still get to her and she'll end up saying stuff like “I guess I’m just not enough for you”

Laura Lee would feel guilty as hell when she's jealous, and when she ends up saying those words to you.

I feel like Laura Lee would be the type to go out of her way to be even kinder and more supportive to you when she feels jealous, just hoping that makes you choose her over anyone else because of how loving and faithful she is to you.

Misty Quigley:

Now this girl, you just don't make her jealous ever, okay? Misty’s jealousy is intense and can literally turn dangerous if it flares up through the skies.

When Misty is jealous, she’ll go to extreme lengths. From manipulating situations to outright sabotaging other people trying to get close with you, she will do anything to get rid of any competition.

This girl would manipulate you so much. Mostly painting herself as a wounded person who has no one else but you.

Misty doesn’t like sharing your attention with anyone else. So when you do, she'll become increasingly clingy and demanding of your time.

If you even start spending too much time with anyone else, she’ll guilt-trip you and say things like “don’t you care about me anymore?”

[detectiveluke7]

Hot take, it is just as parasocial to hate or freak out over every single cc because they “took too long” to respond or speak about everything going on with Shelby and Will as it is to hero worship them. I want to touch on some things, as there are people on here conveniently forgetting empathy as soon as it no longer fits a situation they feel strongly about.

Let’s start with the fact that many of the creators involved did not chose to speak on matters until they felt "safe" to do so, as I've seen some users on here saying. Yes, it's true. Many of them didn't publicly show support for Shelby or condemn Will until he made his own statement. Supposedly, many of them also knew about his behavior weeks/months. But let's look at the facts.

Firstly, these content creators are going to go about their public images very carefully. It's their job after all, and they are hyper aware that anything they say and do is going to get scrutinized to no end. Of course they're prioritizing self preservation. I think shaming any of them for that is the same as shaming a customer service worker for being polite to a rude customer. For the ccs, it's always going to be a doomed if they do speak up, doomed if they don't. It doesn't hurt to note that it's very smart for these people to think before they speak. The last guy who didn't think before yapping had people spreading around that he was a child groomer for a year.

Secondly, hindsight is a bitch. We all like to think we know better, but guess how people become victims of abuse in the first place? When someone is generally liked by other people, and all of your friends seem to get along fine with him, you might overlook any strange or off behavior that makes you uncomfortable. Especially if you see this person once in a blue moon, it could feel wrong to make a big deal out of something that might just be a you problem.

We also have no idea what could be going on behind the scenes. Who reached out to Shelby privately to show their support, who had a pr team telling them to wait before doing anything, who thought it was best for themselves to wait so they don't act purely on emotion, who had other pressing matters that they needed to attend to regarding their personal lives, etc etc. It's so easy to forget that the guy in our screen is a person, and that they too do other things that we don't see.

I don't think anyone is a bad person for no longer wanting to watch and support these creators. People can do what they want with their own time, which is a nice little perk we got when we have autonomy. Guess what though? No one is wrong for still wanting to support and watch those content creators either, as they aren't guilty of shit.

At the end of the day, it's pretty counterproductive to be creating more problems out of something that was supposed to be about warning everyone of a gross man, and any other signs of abuse to look out for in our own lives. Instead of making this situation a "keep the ccs accountable" party, lets make this a "support Shelby and other victims," affair. And yes, let's keep denouncing Will, the actual abuser.