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Springsteen

~Springsteen by Eric Church~

Author's Note: Requested! I am sorry, this isn't exactly like the request has asked but it is a long one, I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. Summary: Quinn and Y/N experience a summer love and they find each other again after eight years. Warnings: implied smut Word Count: 13,300

Last summer was the first summer the Hughes brothers started staying at the lake house next door. Y/N lived in her house all year round. She was used to seeing families come in for a summer and never come back. She was expecting it to be the same way with the Hughes family.

She barely spoke to them throughout the first summer. She had a few conversations with Ellen throughout the summer. Y/N’s mother and Ellen had gotten close during that time.

So when her mom told her that the family was coming back, she was shocked. She stopped getting close with the people her age that would stay at the house. She was tired of becoming friends with them and never seeing them again. She kept it polite but that’s all.

She sat on the porch swing with her mom waiting for their arrival. Her mom begged for Y/N to wait with her. Y/N didn’t argue it since it was the polite thing to do.

“They bought it,” her mother whispered before she leaned back, almost as if it was a huge secret. Y/N met her mother’s gaze and nodded slowly.

“That’s fun,” she mumbled before she switched her gaze back towards her lap.

“Ellen said that they’ll be here any minute now,” her mother said as she stared towards her phone screen. Y/N nodded again before she tapped her fingertips against the tops of her thighs.

A few minutes passed by and there were two cars that pulled up to the house beside them. As soon as they pulled into the driveway, the three boys climbed out of the cars dragging giant bags with them.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go help them out,” her mom said while taking a hold of Y/N’s arm. Reluctantly, she stood up and followed after her mom to help the boys out.

“Louise! It’s so good to be back!” Ellen called out as she stepped out of the driver seat of one of the cars. Louise continued walking through the grass towards the other house. Y/N followed behind, keeping her gaze on her feet. Y/N awkwardly stood behind her mother as she stared towards the driveway beneath her feet.

“How’s school going, Y/N? How’s everything!” Ellen asked as she switched her attention towards her. Y/N lifted her gaze, meeting Ellen’s eager gaze. She forced a grin and nodded.

“Everything is good! Excited for summer,” She explained polietly as she glanced towards Quinn who was walking towards his mom. Ellen shifted her gaze towards Quinn, smiling softly before she looked back towards Y/N.

“Why don’t you help Quinn get some of the bags inside?” Louise expressed as she met Ellen’s gaze. Ellen’s eyes widened as she took a hold of Quinn’s arm dragging him closer to them. His mouth fell open as their eyes met. Y/N took a deep breath as she nodded slowly.

“Sure,” she muttered barely above a whisper as she continued to watch Quinn shift awkwardly beside his mom. Quinn stepped back as he began to walk towards the trunk of the car. Y/N glanced towards Quinn as she reluctantly followed after him.

Ellen and Louise linked arms and began walking towards the newly owned Hughes house.

Quinn took a hold of the trunk and popped it open. “You don’t need to help us,” he mumbled as he pulled out one of the many suitcases. She took a hold of it, their hands brushing in the process. “My brothers and I got it,” he continued as their eyes met briefly before looking back into the truck. The suitcases were stacked up like Tetris pieces.

“I don’t have much of a choice,” she mumbled before she took the suitcase and lifted it up from the ground. He chuckled dryly as he took two more suitcases and placed them on the ground. He lifted them up, looking down and meeting her gaze.

“You don’t sound excited that we’re here,” Quinn expressed as he fought off a grin. Slowly, he rounded the car, with Y/N, following behind him. Y/N let out a small laugh before rolling her eyes playfully.

“Not used to seeing the same people more than once. It’s going to take a while to get used to,” she expressed while laughing nervously. He nodded as he pushed open the front door to the house with his upper arm.

Quinn glanced back, meeting her gaze. She looked into his eyes for what truly felt like the first time. Her eyes softened as the corner of her lips turled upward slightly. “These are all mine, so we can drop them off in my room,” he let out while chuckling. He rounded the corner towards the long hallway that held several bedrooms. Quinn nodded towards the room at the end of the hall.

“Did you pack your entire wardrobe?” she asked teasingly as she finally dropped the suitcase back down to the floor. She began to push it since her arms were tired already.

“Pretty much, this isn’t just our summer house anymore. We’re spending holidays and other breaks when we can,” Quinn explained as he pushed open the door.

Y/N stepped into the room to see it was only half furnished. There was a bed in the corner of the room with a blue bedspread. A dark wooden dresser next to the door. There was a few Maple Leafs decorations on the wall.

Her face scrunched up in disgust at the blue decorations. He rested the suitcases near the closet. He straightened his frame as he spun around to meet her gaze. She shoved the suitcase towards the dresser, standing up straight.

“You’re a Leafs fan?” she asked while looking at the flag on his wall. He spun his head around to look towards the flag.

“My dad works for them,” he let out while shifting awkwardly back and forth. Her mouth fell open as she gasped slightly.

“No way,” she muttered, “That’s really cool,” she continued as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I guess,” he muttered as he walked towards her and the door. “Does your family watch hockey?” he asked as he took a hold of the door. He stood close to her, their bodies only a few inches apart. He looked down towards her, scanning her features.

She took in a shaky breath as she pressed her lips together. Slowly, she took a step back. “We’re football people but I’m a Canucks fan,” she explained as she began to walk out of the bedroom. He followed after her.

“How does that happen?” he asked while chuckling. She began to walk slower, allowing him to walk side by side with her.

“My grandparents are from Vancouver, used to spend all holidays with them,” she explained as they rounded the corner to the living room. Half of the suitcases were already inside.

“That’s awesome,” Quinn mumbled as their eyes met as they continued to walk towards the front door; side by side.

~~~

She sat on the porch swing, a blanket draped over her lap. Slowly, she rocked the swing back and forth. A romance novel in her hands, she’s read the book three times in the last six months. It was a stereotypical young adult romance novel in which she would always picture herself as the main character. She always dreamed of her own life turning into a romance novel.

“Hey Y/N,” she heard from a distance.

Lifting her gaze, she saw the Hughes brothers walking towards the wrap around porch. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt her heart jump into her throat. Quinn was leading the charge, his frame was only covered by swim trunks.

“Hi,” she mumbled as she placed her bookmark into the book before placing it beside her.

“We’re night swimming, wanna join us?” Quinn asked as he pointed behind him. His brothers stood awkwardly behind them. Y/N chuckled as she pulled the blanket up higher on her body.

“The water is going to be freezing,” she teased.

“That’s what I said!” Luke peeped out from behind Quinn. Jack smacked his hand against Luke’s arm.

“I’m also waiting for my friend to come over,” she let out. Quinn’s face fell for only a second before he nodded.

“That’s cool,” Quinn let out, “Another time?” he let out as a car pulled into the driveway. Y/N glanced towards the car before looking back towards the boys in front of her.

“If you guys want to put on some actual clothes you can join our movie marathon,” she offered as she stood up. Quinn looked back towards his brothers; both Jack and Luke were nodding encouragingly.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Quinn expressed while meeting Y/N’s gaze. She smiled widely as she nodded. “We’ll be back,” Quinn said while ushering his younger brothers off of the porch. She chuckled as she followed them off of the porch towards her friend Georgia’s car.

The car turned off and Georgia immediately climbed out of the passenger seat. “Hey girl!” she shouted out before she slammed the door. “I’m so excited for tonight,” she uttered as she pulled open the backseat and pulled out a large bag. “Bye mom see you in a few days!” she shouted into the car.

Y/N and Georgia have been friends since Y/N was seven and Georgia was five. They were on the same cheerleading team. Y/N stopped being a cheerleader a few years after that. Georgia was the star cheerleader of their high school team; even though she was only a freshman.

“Don’t be mad,” Y/N said as the car began to drive away. Georgia rolled her eyes playfully as she walked towards Y/N. “I invited the boys next door to join us for the night, don’t be mad at me,” she said swiftly.

“I don’t mind,” Georgia began as she looped her arm around Y/N’s, “Any of them cute?” she asked quietly.

“Shush,” Y/N let out while walking back up towards the porch, “Maybe the oldest is a little cute,” she whispered through a giggle.

“Anyone for me?” Georgia asked teasingly. Y/N shoved Georgia while they both sat down on the porch swing. Georgia picked up the book, showing it towards Y/N. “Seriously? Again?” she said as she placed it onto the side table beside them.

“I know, I know but it’s so good,” she let out as she tossed her head back dramatically.

“You need to experience real love,” Georgia teased, “How is it that I’m younger than you and I’ve experienced love?” she offered dramatically.

“We are not talking about this,” Y/N said while chuckling as she shifted her gaze towards the three boys walking towards the front porch again. Her eyes lit up as she saw Quinn leading the charge again. “That was fast,” she offered. Quinn chuckled as he walked up towards her.

“Was it?” Jack asked slightly out of breath. He shifted his gaze towards Georgia, grinning towards her.

“What are we watching?” Quinn asked as she stood up from the bench, accidentally bumping into one another. Quinn shifted back, letting out a soft laugh.

“Scream franchise,” she offered as she slipped past him towards the front door. Leaning against it, she pushed the door open letting the four of them step inside.

After another thirty minutes, the first movie was playing and it was barely ten minutes into the movie. Georgia and Jack were sitting close to one another and were whispering loudly to one another.

Luke was sitting in the corner of the L couch and fully engaged in the movie. A movie he’s never seen before.

Quinn and Y/N were sitting close to one another, not as close as Jack and Georgia. Quinn was shamelessly keeping his gaze towards Y/N. His eyes were admiring her side profile. She had a small smile on her lips as the screen continued to play the movie.

Her lips were covered with a clear gloss that made her lips look so kissable. His eyes widened as the thought entered his mind. Shaking his head, he tried to push the idea out of his mind. Desperately needed the thought to leave his mind.

Until she turned her head. Quinn forced his gaze past her towards the TV. He pressed his lips together to stop the smile forming to his lips. She felt a small smile on her lips. “Why is your face doing that?” she asked barely above a whisper. Quinn shook his head slightly while he pursed his lips.

She nodded as she scanned his features as she looked back towards the TV. As soon as her gaze was away from him, he looked back towards her features. She was beautiful.

He noticed her all last summer from afar. Admittedly, she told him that she doesn't like getting close with the summer neighbors. But now his family was permanently there, every summer from now on.

She turned her head again, this time Quinn kept his gaze on hers. Her lips curled upward as she looked into his eyes. His breathing caught in his throat as he scanned her features. His gaze lingered on her lips before his gaze flickered back up to her eyes.

“Q–” she let out barely above a whisper. He hummed as a response as he subconciously leaned towards her. “TV’s over there,” she pointed towards the giant screen behind them. He chuckled softly as he shook his head slightly. He leaned into her slightly before he looked back towards the screen.

~~~

The weather was finally starting to feel like summer. She was laid out on the dock, a towel beneath her back. Her frame was only covered by a black bikini. She had a small speaker sitting beside her head. It was blasting One Direction.

There were steps walking towards her. Lifting her head up, she turned around to see Quinn walking towards her. A small smile formed on her lips. His body was only covered by his dark blue swim trunks.

“Hey,” she mumbled before she laid back down.

“Taking the boat out, wanna join?” he asked. She sat up again, spinning her frame to look towards him. She blocked the sun with her hand as she looked towards him.

“Your brothers coming with you?” she asked as she slowly stood up, taking the towel with her. She let it dangle in front of her as she met his gaze. He shook his head while he awkwardly pulled up his swim trunks slightly.

“It would be just us,” he muttered as his lips curled upward slightly. She nodded as she leaned down and took a hold of her speaker and her phone. Pausing the music she continued walking towards him. After a few seconds, she stopped short as she met his eye. “If that’s okay,” he let out quickly.

She chuckled as her eyes lingered on his frame for a moment. “Let’s go then,” she mumbled as their eyes connected. Quinn’s eyes widened slightly as he nodded. He began to walk backwards, keeping his gaze on her the entire time. “As long as I can play the music,” she offered as she delicately tapped her hand against his arm.

“Deal,” he muttered as he spun around, walking normally as he guided her towards his backyard that had his family’s boat tied up. “I just got my license a few weeks ago, so bare with me,” he offered as he jogged ahead towards the dock. She laughed while taking cautious steps down the small hill towards the dock.

“Oh man, you are trying to kill me aren’t you?” she teased as she continued to follow after him. Quinn was already inside of the boat waiting to help her on. She smiled towards him as he reached his hands out; awaiting the speaker and her phone she was holding.

“If I was trying to kill you, I wouldn’t have asked so nicely,” he explained teasingly. She handed him the speaker and her phone and he quickly rested it onto a seat beside him. He held his hands out towards her again.

Without hesitation, she held her hands toward him and he quickly took a hold of her arms. She stepped into the boat, allowing him to take a cautious hesitant hold of her waist as she stepped inside. Quinn stepped back giving her a bit of room.

His hand was still resting on her waist as she rested her hand onto his bicep. Their eyes met for a second before Quinn cleared his throat as stepped back. “Let’s get going, yeah?” he asked as he began to untie the boat from the dock. She nodded slowly before she sat down, her gaze following his movements.

“How long are you guys staying this time?” she asked softly. Quinn continued to shuffle back and forth getting the boat ready.

“Uhm, we gotta be back before August,” he muttered before he walked past her towards the driver seat. Without hesitation he began to start the engine and soon steered the boat towards the center of the lake.

“So two months,” she mumbled, dropping her gaze towards her lap. The sound of the water lapping against the sides of the boat drowned out her voice but Quinn was glancing towards her every few seconds.

Every few seconds their eyes would meet before she would shyly look back down towards her lap. It didn’t take long for them to reach the center of the lake. Quinn hopped out of the driver seat and wandered to sit beside her.

Her gaze was still staring towards her lap, her body was covered in goosebumps. He cleared his throat as he stared ahead, watching the sun hit against the water. “I can’t wait till I get my own lake house one day,” he let out as he continued to stare ahead. Carefully, he rested his arm behind her on the ledge of the boat.

“Yeah?” she asked softly, tilting her head to the side to meet his gaze. He nodded as he scanned her features. His gaze lingered on her lips before he looked back up towards her eyes.

“Jack and I have talked about it. We wanna buy a place,” he explained, “If the NHL works out at least,” he muttered.

“What do you mean if?” she asked with a soft laugh leaving her lips. He smiled softly, tilting his head to the side as he contemplated the best way to answer.

“Draft ranking could tank by the time the draft comes around,” he offered half jokingly. She rolled her eyes dramatically. “It could,” he let out while leaning towards her.

“Yeah right, I’m sure it’ll go up actually,” she offered as she took a small breath. He smirked as he looked into her eyes with so much admiration.

“You’ve never seen me play,” he teased.

“A shame,” she mumbled.

Looking into his eyes, she realized how close he actually was to her. His arm was wrapped around her back. His fingertips were delicately grazing the skin of her upper arm. Their noses were nearly bumping into one another as their eyes were connected. She watched his pupils dilate the longer their eyes remained connected. She took a deep breath as she tilted her head to the side slightly.

“Y/N,” he let out barely above a whisper. Her eyes flickered shut as her breathing started to quicken.

He raised his hand up and delicately brushed a small piece of hair away from her face. He tucked the piece behind her ear before he took a hesitant hold of her cheek. Her eyes opened suddenly as she tilted her head up slightly.

“You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as their gaze locked once more. He felt heat rise to her cheeks as the corner of her lips perked up.

“Really?” she asked softly. He nodded as he glided his thumb along the apple of her cheek. “No one’s ever told me that before,” she muttered as she scanned his features.

“It’s true,” he mumbled as he leaned slowly towards her. Almost as if he was waiting for her to stop him. Yet she remained still, her eyes fluttering closed.

He smiled before he kissed her delicately. It was soft as their lips moved in sync. It was as if they knew exactly what each other wanted. After a few seconds, he deepened the kiss as his hand moved to the base of her neck. He entangled his hand into her hair as a soft hum fell from her lips.

She pulled back, leaning her forehead against his as she breathed heavily. “Q–” she muttered as she shifted awkwardly beside him. He nodded as he reached over, taking a hold of her bare thigh. He helped her climb onto his lap. Her hands rested on his shoulders for stability as their foreheads remained pressed against one another.

Her hands delicately glided along his shoulders towards the base of his neck. His hands rested on her hips as they shared smiles. She glided her thumbs across his jawline for a second before she leaned towards him pressing her lips against his with much more urgency.

His hands tightened along her hips as she slowly grinded against his lap. A breathy moan fell from his lips that was muffled by her mouth.

Sure, she’s kissed guys before but nothing like this. Nothing that felt like her body melted from their touch or the way his lips moved with hers. His hands were so delicate against her skin that her body erupted in goosebumps against the hot windy air.

Quinn pulled his lips away from hers as she tilted her head back. He began pressing wet kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Careful not to travel lower. His hands glided along the skin of her back. He toyed with the string keeping the top of the bikini on.

“Quinn,” she mumbled. He pulled back, leaning his head back as he scanned her features. His gaze dipped towards her frame, admiring the way her chest looked in the thin black bikini. He hummed as his hands continued to run along her lower back. “Not here,” she let out as she teasingly dragged her thumb along his bottom lip.

A small grin formed on his lips. He nodded as he watched her climb off of his body and walk towards the other side of the boat. “Where are you going?” he asked as he rested his arms on the ledge as his gaze lingered on the curve of her ass.

“Where does it look like?” she asked teasingly before she hopped over the boat and jumped into the water. He tossed his head back while laughing. After a few seconds, “Are you gonna join me or not!?” she called out.

Quinn chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before he followed her steps and jumped into the lake. Purposely splashing her in the process. As he resurfaced, he reached towards her. Looping his arms around her waist he pulled her towards him.

She smiled widely before their lips met again with giggles falling from their lips.

~three weeks later~

Each day that passed, the sun was getting harder and the water was getting warmer. Just like every day before, she was sprailed out on the dock soaking in the sun. For the first time she had someone laying beside her.

Quinn was sprailed out beside her, pretending to enjoy tanning in the sun. He didn’t mind listening to the music she played or doing things that she liked. He couldn’t find a single reason why she liked laying in the sun, he found it so boring.

Although, he didn’t mind peaking every few seconds to get a glimpse of her body. She was stunning to say the least. The red swimsuit on her frame was imossible not to stare.

“Quinn,” she said quietly. Her eyes remained closed as she had a small smile on her lips. He hummed while his eyes continued to scan her frame. “You’re staring,”

Quickly, he tilted his head back and shut his eyes instantly. He fought off a grin as his cheeks flushed red. “Sorry,” he muttered as he chuckled awkwardly.

A few more minutes pass, allowing Quinn to behave and keeping his head straight ahead, feeling the heat of the sun against his skin. For a while it felt nice, but as each second passed, the more bored he was getting.

He wasn’t used to doing nothing. His mind was constantly busy. Whether that was from hockey or from school. He never sat still for this long unless he was sleeping. Even then, he was never a guy that stayed still while sleeping.

He heard her shuffling beside him and despite his best efforts he watched her roll onto her stomach. She tilted her head to the side to face Quinn. A soft smile on her lips as their eyes connected for only a second. She shut her eyes, letting the sun hit against the skin.

Swallowing hard, his gaze trailed her frame, admiring every single curve of her body. He bit his bottom lip as his gaze lingered on the curve of her–

“Quinn,” she scolded breathily. His eyes widened as he pursed his lips forward to fight another toothy grin forming to his lips.

He forced his eyes shut as he repeatedly clenched his jaw, “Can you blame me?” he let out barely above a whisper. She chuckled softly before she began to hum along to the song playing out of her speaker.

After a few seconds, subconciously he tilted his head to the side and scanned her frame again. She was so beautiful and sexy. She didn’t even have to try and she looked perfect. He let out a huff of air as his already hot frame erupted in tingles. He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip as his gaze lingered on her somewhat exposed frame.

He sat up, urgently. “I’m gonna cool off,” he muttered as he stood up instantly. She peeked with opening one eye to see him diving off of the dock into the lake. A smirk toyed to her lips as she shut her eyes.

She heard him pop up for air, a dramatic intake of breath in the process. She giggled as she shook her head slightly. “You gonna join or what!” he shouted from the water. She took in a deep breath as she somewhat reluctantly began to stand from her lying position.

She jogged towards the edge of the dock and jumped into the water. She purposely landed close enough to Quinn. He leaned back with a loud laugh leaving his lips. She resurfaced and reached towards him. Quinn instantly looped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him.

Instantly she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Come ‘ere,” he mumbled as he leaned towards her, desperate for her lips on his. She smiled into the kiss as her hands glided along his neck towards his cheeks.

A couple hours later, they were laying together in her room. She was laying somewhat propped up, her back pressed against several pillows. Her gaze remained on the screen across her room. It was season sixteen of The Amazing Race. Quinn has never watched the show so over the summer she was showing him her favorite seasons of the show.

Quinn wasn’t paying much attention to the show, he was listening but he was exhausted. His body was a fresh shade of pink as he forgot to put on sunscreen and he was regretting every moment of it.

His face rested in the crook of her neck as the majority of his body was laying on top of her. She was delicately running her fingertips along his sensitive skin. Every so often, he would press his lips against her skin. It was almost a reminder that he was still awake and listening to the show that was playing.

“Q–” she mumbled as she glided her fingers through his hair. He hummed before he pressed his lips against her skin for several seconds. “It’s almost midnight,” she mumbled.

Slowly, Quinn lifted his head up and looked down towards her sleepily. “Your parents are out of town,” he mumbled before he leaned down and pressed his lips to her cheek sweetly.

“And you have a curfew, Q,” she let out as she raised her hand up and rested it onto his cheek. His skin was hot to the touch, his cheeks seemed to get more red as time went on. He pouted before he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

“Jack and Luke have curfews, I just have to let them know when I’ll be back,” he offered as he pulled back, looking into her eyes. She squinted her eyes slightly while dragging her thumb across the apple of his cheek. He smirked before he pecked her lips for a second. He flopped beside her as he reached towards his phone. “Watch,” he mumbled.

She rolled her eyes playfully while she laid onto her side as she began to trace her hand along his chest. He tilted his head to the side as he began to type a message to his mom. It only took thirty seconds after Quinn hit send for his mom to reply.

Her message wrote: okay, behave. Love you.

He flashed Y/N the message that his mother sent him with a smirk on his lips. She shoved him slightly, he winced in pain. Her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “Sorry I forgot,” she mumbled half-heartedly. He rolled his eyes dramatically as he bit his bottom lip.

“You forgot?” he said as he waved his hand slowly over his red face and his chest. “My skin is literally red,” he let out while laughing.

“Not my fault you can’t put sunscreen on,” she teased. He rolled his eyes dramatically before he carefully pushed her onto her back. A small gasp fell from her lips as he climbed on top of her.

“You think you are so funny,” he mumbled as he leaned towards her. Purposely hovering his lips over hers. A smile began to form on her lips as she raised her hand up and glided her fingertips along his jawline. She hummed as her gaze lowered towards his lips.

A soft smile formed to his lips for a second as he watched her eyes flutter close with anticipation. Quinn brushed his lips against hers for a moment before he kissed her fully. Instantly, she parted her lips and deepened the kiss.

Time seemed to fly when they were together like this, yet she never wanted time to stop. All she wanted was this moment with him to last forever.

He pulled his lips away as she tilted her head back. He smirked as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck. Slowly yet urgently he began to suck the skin beneath her ear. A breathy muffled moan fell from her lips as she tugged at the ends of his hair. Quinn began to pull up the ends of her shirt, higher up on her frame. Y/N arched her back into him, allowing him to pull it over her head. She smiled towards him, “Hey,” she mumbled as she ran her hand across his cheek. He hummed as he scanned her features as he leaned closer towards her.

She hummed as he bumped his nose against hers. A soft giggled left her lips as she ran her thumb across his cheek. “Hey,” he muttered as he delicately kissed the corner of her mouth. “You okay?” he asked softly. She nodded as she glided her hand across the base of his neck. “Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Quinn,” she mumbled as she tilted her head to the side, meeting his gaze. He chuckled as he rolled away from her. He laid onto his back as he stared towards the ceiling. Her eyes widened as she rolled onto her side. Slowly, she glided her hand along his chest. His heart was slamming against his chest. “Are you nervous?” she asked quietly.

“A little,” he mumbled as he kept his gaze towards the ceiling. She took a deep breath as she reached towards his cheek. She took a hold of it as she turned his head to face her. He swallowed harshly as his gaze lowered towards her lips.

A small smile formed to her lips before she leaned towards him, delicately pressing her lips against his. “Let’s just watch this, yeah?” she mumbled against his lips. He nodded as he took a deep breath. Quinn held out his arm and she quickly rested her head onto his chest.

Delicately, he ran his hand through her hair. He carefully twisted a few pieces of hair between his fingers. Slowly, she ran her finger along his chest in a figure eight. She pressed her lips against his chest before looking up towards him. His gaze was already looking down towards her.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled. Her lips curled upward slowly as her eyes squinted slightly.

~~~

The pair were sitting on her front porch swing. A blanket was laid across both of their laps. Her back was pressed against the arm rest as her legs were criss-crossed together. She was facing him as he had one of his legs propped up beside him while his other leg was hanging off of the swing. He was slowly rocking the swing back and forth.

He rested his arm on the top of his knee as he leaned his head into his hand. Their eyes connected as they were listening to the soft hum of the country music playing from her speaker.

“You look really pretty,” Quinn offered as he scanned over her features. She dropped her head, smiling shyly.

“I can’t believe you're leaving in two weeks,” she mumbled as she began to spin the ring on her finger. Quinn’s eyes widened slightly as his breath caught in his throat. Swallowing harshly, he reached towards her. He took a hold of her hands, delicately gliding his thumb along her skin to force her gaze towards him.

“But we’ll be back next summer. We can pick up right where we left off,” he explained with a soft smile forming on his lips. “If we’re both single of course,” he muttered, a chuckle falling from his lips. Furrowing her eyebrows, she nodded slowly.

She pulled her hands away from his, “So we’re just not gonna talk for ten months?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. He shook his head.

“That’s not what I meant but you know this isn’t a relationship,” he let out nonchalantly. She nodded slowly as she pursed her lips forward. Her eyes were shifting from everywhere but his eyes.

“Right,” she mumbled.

“It’s not like we’ve done anything to be in a relationship,” he expressed, completely oblivious to the fact that Y/N was upset. She began to blink rapidly, tilting her head back slightly.

“Right, we’ve done nothing like what people in relationships do,” she let out harshly. His mouth fell open as he scanned her frame.

“Y/N,” he let out barely above a whisper.

Her bottom lip quivered as she stood up from the porch swing, taking a hold of the blanket in her arms. Pressing her lips together, she collected the blanket in a giant ball in her arms.

“You should go, it’s late,” she said walking towards the front door of her house. Quinn stood up, her name falling from his lips.

With zero hesitation, she stepped inside letting the door slam shut behind her. Standing still, she stared ahead. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Tears that she didn’t realize she was feeling. She promised herself to never get attached and now she was attached more than ever.

She climbed up the steps, ignoring the faint sound of her mother’s voice calling after her. She spun the corner towards her bedroom and pushed the door open. Her eyes landed on her bed, a familiar image popped into her head. An image of her and Quinn, sprailed out on the mattress together. Innocent and nothing more. She thought Quinn was okay with that.

She tossed the blanket onto the bean bag chair sitting in the corner of her room. Y/N walked towards her bed and sprailed out onto the mattress, feeling a tear fall onto her cheek.

There was a soft knock on her door and she rolled to face the wall. Reaching in front of her, she took a hold of the pillow and squeezed it to her chest. “Y/N,” Quinn’s voice rang out. She squinted her eyes shut harshly, almost as if her name leaving his lips was like a dagger in her chest.

“Go home Q,” she muttered.

“Your mom let me inside,” he expressed softly.

“Please go home Quinn,”

He took a deep breath as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip. He shut the door delicately, pressing his back against the door.

“I didn’t think you liked me enough,” he mumbled as he raised his hand up and delicately rubbed the side of neck.

“Enough for what?” she questioned softly, still facing away from him.

He tilted his head back against the door, watching her shift slightly on the bed. Slowly, she rolled and sat up, keeping the pillow near her chest. Her gaze stared towards the edge of her bed, avoiding his gaze.

“For more than–for more than just kissing or whatever,” he expressed, somewhat embarrassed. “Do you want a relationship?”

“What?” she questioned breathily. She lifted her head, looking towards him.

He took a cautious step towards her, awkwardly running his fingers through his hair. “With me? Do you want a relationship with me?” he asked as their eyes met. Her heart jumped into her throat as she took a shaky breath.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled as he continued to walk towards her. He sat down at the edge of the bed.

“If you don’t know then why did you get mad at what I said outside?” he asked, a sigh leaving his lips.

“You acted like I’m some backup plan,” she said, squeezing the pillow tighter to her chest.

A scoff fell from his lips as he shook his head, “Like Y/N Y/L/N could ever be someone’s backup plan. You are my only plan, I only said that because you don’t like getting attached to people,” he explained as he scooted closer to her on the bed. She nodded as she scanned his features.

“I don’t know if I want a relationship,” she explained softly. He nodded as he reached for the pillow against her chest. He took it and tossed it to the floor. She watched his movements, cautiously. He stood up from the bed, taking a small step to be directly in front of her.

Their eyes remained connected as he reached down and took a hold of her thighs. He separated them as he tossed her onto her back. A sudden gasp fell from her lips as he climbed on top of her. Her legs wrapped around him as he instantly pressed his lips against hers.

“We’ll figure something out,” he mumbled against her lips before he kissed her desperately.

“Yeah?” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back, his lips hovering over hers. He nodded as his lips curled upward into a smirk.

“Yeah,” he whispered with a soft giggle falling from his lips. He leaned towards her, taking her lips with his. She parted her lips, allowing their tongues to connect desperately. Her hands glided along his upper back, needing to feel his skin beneath her touch.

Slowly, she began to tug at the shirt. He pulled back, sitting for a second as he tossed the shirt to the ground. He smirked as he climbed on top of her again, pressing his lips against her jawline. She took a hold of the ends of her shirt, hiking it up her frame. Quinn leaned back, biting his bottom lip as he watched her pull the shirt from her frame.

She bunched it up and tossed it to the floor. He shook his head slightly as his gaze scanned her frame. She took a shaky breath, shifting awkwardly beneath him. Leaning down, he pressed a delicate open mouth kiss against the skin beneath her collarbone.

“So fucking beautiful,” he mumbled against her skin as he looked up towards her. She let out a huff of air as she tilted her head back. He trailed his lips up her neck as he continued to press his lips against her skin.

Her hand gripped the sheet beneath her as her breathing began to quicken. He began to suck and bite against her skin. Delicately, he swirled his tongue along the reddening marks to soothe the spot.

Quinn began to trail his lips up higher, pressing fast kisses along her jawline before he delicately kissed her. “I’m gonna be so mad at you later for that,” she mumbled. He smirked as he took a hold of her chin, tilting her head to the side. He bit his bottom lip to stop the smirk widening on his lips.

“Don’t like it?” he asked teasingly. She rolled her eyes dramatically as she raised her hand up and took a hold of his neck.

“You’re an ass,” she teased as she glided her thumb along the side of his neck.

“Let me show you something else you might like,” he offered, raising his eyebrows slightly. Her breathing caught in her throat as she nodded slightly. He smirked as he began to lower his body down her frame. His lips kissed every inch of her frame on his way down.

He pressed his lips against her hip bone as he toyed with the waistband of her shorts. He looked up towards her, watching her arch her back slightly. “Can I?” he asked softly. Without hesitation she nodded.

“I will open this door in ten seconds and you better be decent in there,” her mother called out from outside of the door. Her mother began counting slowly back from ten.

A gasp left both of their lips as Quinn instantly stood up from the bed. He reached for their shirts that landed in a pile beside the bed. He tossed her shirt towards her as he quickly pulled his shirt onto his frame. She covered her frame with her own shirt as Quinn hopped over her and climbed under the blanket. His eyes widened towards the mark forming on her neck. He pointed towards his own neck. She nodded, pulling her hair off of her back, letting it cover her neck.

Her mother pushed open the door, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. She kept her hand on the doorknob. “Quinn, you are welcome to stay the night. I spoke to your mother, but this door needs to be open. All. Night. Long. Okay?” Louise expressed, shifting her gaze from Y/N to Quinn.

Louise pursed her lips forward as she continued to meet both of their gazes. “Got it?” Louise pressed, trying to sound authoritative.

“Got it,” Y/N let out, forcing a tight lip smile to her lips. Quinn could only nod as he dropped his gaze towards his lap.

“Okay,” Louise offered as she walked away, leaving the door wide open in the process.

Y/N leaned into Quinn, turning her head to the side to meet his gaze. She let out an awkward laugh as he pulled her to his side. He kissed the side of her head in the process.

Nine Years Later…

She couldn’t believe it. She saw his face all over the city of Vancouver. His name was in bright lights and his photo was all over the city. Especially now that he was captain. Vancouver was a big city, there was never a moment she thought that she would see his face again. At least not in person.

He was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, a girl across from him. They were smiling and laughing together. She stood on the opposite end of the coffee shop waiting for her latte. There was a brace on his hand that she has heard every Canucks fan talk about.

It was hard not to stare. She hasn’t seen him since she was seventeen. There was a moment when she thought her mind was playing a game with her. Maybe he was some other guy that looked a lot like Quinn.

But that smile. She could recognize that smile anywhere.

The girl sitting across from him was stunning. Probably a model, definitely someone who was not ordinary. She took a deep breath as she forced her gaze towards her friend, Ariana, walking towards her.

Ariana didn’t say anything as she leaned against the table behind them. They shared small smiles before Ariana looked towards her phone screen and Y/N looked back towards Quinn.

Seemingly infatuated with the girl across from him, he hasn’t noticed Y/N across the coffee shop. The thought that he completely forgot about her crossed her mind and stayed there. She watched as he tossed his head back at something the girl said to him.

“Y/N, lavender iced latte!” the barista called out. Y/N forced her gaze away from Quinn as she walked toward the pick up counter.

“Thank you,” she mumbled as she took a hold of the drink and stabbed a straw into the center of it.

Y/N met Ariana’s gaze for a second before she looked towards Quinn’s direction. This time their eyes met.

She was frozen. It was almost as if she was starstruck. To any other person in the coffee shop, that’s probably what she looked like. His smile faltered as he continued to look into her eyes. He leaned back in his chair as he glanced towards the girl sitting in front of him.

“Ariana, oat milk latte!” the barista called out forcing Y/N’s attention elsewhere. Ariana walked towards the counter to take a hold of her drink. Y/N and Ariana’s eyes met before Ariana led the charge out of the coffee shop.

Y/N glanced behind her to see Quinn still looking in her direction. She forced her eyes shut before she spun around and walked out of the coffee shop following after her.

She had to walk away. She had no choice. It’s been almost eight years since the last time she saw him. There has been a lot of life since then. She kept walking, half listening to the rant that Ariana was spewing out.

“Y/N?” she heard from behind her. She stopped dead in her tracks. Ariana spun around, a gasp leaving her lips. She began smacking Y/N’s arm dramatically, begging for her to spin around. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t see him. Her eyes squinted shut again as his voice echoed in her ears.

It’s been years since she heard his voice say her name. She missed the way he said it. With so much admiration as if it was the best word in any language.

“Y/N, please,” he called out again. She pressed her lips together as she took a shaky breath. Slowly, she spun around. Finally stopping the smacks against her arm from Ariana. She met his gaze.

“Why does Quinn Hughes know your name?” Ariana asked in a hushed tone, yet Quinn could hear her loud and clear. Quinn chuckled softly as he looked over Y/N’s frame. He walked closer to them, his gaze only on Y/N.

“Ari,” Y/N muttered towards her. Ariana nodded instantly before she leaned back towards Y/N.

“I’ll cover for you, I’ll text you the story,” she whispered before she began walking away from them. Y/N forced a tight lip smile as she took a cautious step towards him.

“What are you doing in Vancouver?” he asked breathlessly, almost as if it was impossible to breathe. Her lips parted slightly as she looked into his eyes, he looked so tired. “What are you doing here?” he asked as he took another step towards her, their bodies were only a couple of inches away from one another.

“I moved here a few years ago,” she explained quietly. He nodded slowly, searching her features for something that she couldn’t quite figure out. “Quinn,” she let out softly. His entire body relaxed as his name fell from her perfect lips. His gaze traveled towards her lips for only a second.

“Few years?” he let out barely above a whisper.

“Moved here for work,” she explained, awkwardly bringing the straw towards her lips as she glanced towards the concrete beneath her feet.

“Wow,” he let out, looking behind him to see the girl he was with waiting outside the coffee shop. “You did say it was your dream to move here,” he said while tossing his hands to the side.

She nodded while chewing on her bottom lip. Glancing behind Quinn, she saw the girl starting to get frustrated waiting for him. “I have to get back to work and your date is waiting for you,” she explained as she began to step back away from him.

“My what–” he muttered as he looked behind him towards the girl, “Oh um–” he let out, shifting his gaze back towards Y/N. She was already walking down the sidewalk away from him. Quinn let out a sigh as he reluctantly began walking back towards the coffee shop.

~~~

She sprailed out on the couch, a large blanket draped over her frame. She was half listening to the half time show of the Detroit Lions game. It was impossible to get Quinn out of her mind. She tried consuming multiple forms of media at the same time but nothing was working. She thought that watching the Lions would help but she was still distracted.

The second half of the game began as there were five knocks against her door. She shot up, shocked to say the least. She was not expecting any guests or was she in the right attire for guests. Her frame was only covered with a hoodie and pajama shorts. She tossed the blanket towards the other end of the couch before she stood up.

She took fast steps towards the door, her heart slamming against her chest. Delicately, she rested her hand onto the door as she leaned towards the peephole. She squinted slightly to see Quinn standing outside of her door. She pulled back, her mouth falling open as she unlocked the door.

Quickly, she pulled the door open to see him actually standing there. She didn’t fully believe it was him standing there until the door was fully open to reveal him actually standing there.

“Hey,” he let out softly.

“How the hell did you find where I live?” she let out her face scrunched up in disgust.

His mouth fell open as he took in a sudden breath. “You realize our moms are–like–still best friends right?” he explained while awkwardly running his fingers through our hair. “I’m honestly surprised my mom hasn’t told me that you lived here after all these years,” he chuckled nervously.

Y/N forced a tight lip smile before she stepped back, allowing him to enter her apartment. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed her inside. They let the door shut slowly behind them. His eyes scanned the room and instantly landed on the game on the screen. A smile formed on his lips before he dropped his head slightly.

She leaned against the countertop as she crossed her arms over her chest. She watched him shift his weight from one foot to the other. She took a deep breath as she tilted her head back. “What are you doing here, Quinn?” she asked barely above a whisper.

“Why didn’t you call me when you moved here?” he asked as he lifted his gaze. Their eyes met again, perhaps saying things that have been left unsaid between them for far too long.

“It wasn’t very high on my to-do list,” she mumbled, shifting her gaze towards the floor for a second before looking back up to meet his eye. He clenched his jaw as his cheeks slowly pinked up.

She took a deep breath as she shut her eyes, “My company needed people for the Vancouver branch and I volunteered to come out here. I was in a pretty bad relationship so when they were asking for volunteers I jumped on the opportunity. It wasn’t very high on my list to call another guy I had a pretty bad relationship with,”

“I don’t remember it being bad,” he mumbled as he tilted his head to the side.

“Quinn, come on,” she muttered as she let out a dry chuckle. He stepped towards her cautiously.

“I guess–uh–I think about the good moments more than the bad moments,” he explained as their eyes remained connected. She nodded. “Like–uhm,” he let out a dry chuckle as he ran his hand across his chin for a second. “The night we watched the Scream franchise?”

“Which time?” she questioned with a small smile on her lips.

“The first time. Do you remember G and Jack leaving and making out in your bathroom within the first forty minutes of the movie?” he asked while chuckling. Her mouth fell open as she nodded.

“How are they doing by the way?” she questioned. Quinn’s eyes widened as his breath caught in his throat.

“Wait, you don’t know?” Quinn asked. She shook her head slowly, “They broke up last year,”

Y/N clenched her jaw as she tilted her head to the side. She took a deep breath, “That’s a shame, what happened?” she asked softly.

“Wait, why don’t you know this already? You and Georgia were inseparable,” he asked as he stepped towards her.

“We stopped being friends a few years back,” she explained softly. Quinn nodded slowly.

“I’m so sorry,” he let out. She simply shrugged, looking into his eyes to hear more of the story. “She thought that he was cheating on her and she wouldn’t let it go,”

She nodded, “Was he?” she asked softly.

“Jack was so madly in love with her, he didn’t even think about another girl like that. She couldn’t get the thought out of her head,” he explained.

“That’s sad,” she muttered.

He nodded, “What happened between you two?”

She tilted her head to the side as she pursed her lips forward. Georgia flashed into her mind. Her friend for more than a decade. Every good memory was shadowed by months of arguments and perhaps shared hatred. Hatred may seem like a strong word but they were no longer friends or acquaintances.

“Y/N,” Quinn let out softly as he took another step towards her, leaving less and less space between them.

“We argued over you, actually,”

“What?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows harshly.

Her mouth fell open as she met Quinn’s urgent gaze. She walked past him towards the fridge. He stood still as he scanned her frame. She opened the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He rarely drank soda in season, a detail she remembered him telling her years ago.

“She asked for my opinion on her moving to Jersey with Jack. I told her that I thought she should go to college and try long distance. We argued but let it go. But then I moved to Vancouver, she accused me of moving here to be with you and that I was a hypocrite,”

“But you spent half your childhood in Vancouver,” he offered dumbfoundedly.

She handed him the bottle, “That’s what I tried to explain to her. I explained that it was for work and that I wouldn’t even be seeing you. But she was still so mad at me that I stopped answering the calls. Honestly I'm surprised she never asked you about me since she was so adamant that I followed you here,”

He took a deep breath as he shook his head, “She never brought you up but you and I were kind of a sore topic for a while,” he let out softly. She chuckled dryly.

“You can say that again,” she muttered as she met his gaze. She took another deep breath as she took a hesitant sip of water. “Why are you here, Quinn?” she asked as she carefully put the bottle onto the counter beside her. Quinn squeezed the bottle in his hand slightly as he looked over her features for a second before dropping his head.

“That girl I was with–”

“You don’t need to explain, Quinn,” she let out while laughing awkwardly.

“I know,” he said as he stepped towards her, “It was a first date. I realized pretty quickly she liked the captain of the Canucks and not really me,” he explained, cringing at the words leaving his lips.

She met his eye, squinting slightly as she looked over his features. The Canucks were her favorite team because of her grandparents. Of course, she’s watched the struggles the Canucks have gone through this season. The struggles Quinn has gone through this season. She hated watching him in pain, but the Quinn she knew was gone a long time ago.

She saw how tired he was, how pale his skin looked. The resentment she had towards him was beginning to fade the longer he stood in front of her. The Quinn she knew years ago was definitely not the same Quinn in front of her.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” she offered while pointing towards her couch; inviting him further inside of her apartment. She began walking away from him, taking the water bottle in her hand. Quinn followed after her swiftly, limping slightly in his step.

“I was being polite,” he muttered. She chuckled to herself as she sat down on the edge of the couch. Taking a hold of her blanket and draping it over her lap, she glanced towards the screen to see the Lions winning. “Didn’t feel like being polite anymore after I saw you,” he explained.

“Oh?” she asked teasingly.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” Quinn expressed. His cheeks pinked up instantly as it was evident the words slipped out faster than he intended.

She snapped her gaze back towards Quinn, seeing him already staring in her direction “Quinn,” she expressed, scolding him slightly. He fought off a smirk as he looked towards the TV screen.

“Still a football person I see,” he pointed subtly towards the screen. Her mouth fell open as she stared towards his side profile, seeing the smirk on his lips.

“Quinn,” she said firmly.

“I really think the Lions are gonna take it this–”

“Quinn, you cannot do that,” she let out urgently.

“Do what?”

“Barge back into my life and say that I’m beautiful. Not after the last time we saw each other,” she explained while trying to meet his eye but his gaze was still on the screen in front of them. “Quinn,” she let out again, sliding closer to him.

“It’s been–what–eight years since then?” he asked quietly. He kept his gaze on the Lions game. She hummed as she continued to look towards him; desperate to meet his gaze.

“How many lives have you lived in those eight years? How many mistakes have you made in those eight years? Regrets? How much did you love someone else? Been loved?” he questioned, finally turning his head to the side.

“I am nowhere near the same guy I was when I was seventeen. I can already tell you are not the same girl at seventeen,” He slid closer to her, scanning her features. Her lips parted slightly as she felt her breathing catch in her throat. He took a deep breath as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Very poetic of you,” she teased as she tilted her head against the top of the couch. Their eyes remained connected as he followed in pursuit. He laid facing her, chuckling softly at her words.

“Okay well–um–I read a lot more books since the last time we spoke,” he offered as a small smile landed on his lips. Her mouth fell open as she chuckled softly. “It’s true,” he said while laughing.

“What are you saying, Quinn?” she asked softly while brushing her hair away from her face. He pursed his lips forward as he fought off a grin. He shrugged.

“I’m just saying, we are not the same people,” he expressed while scanning her features once again. Y/N squinted her eyes as she looked into his eyes, she nodded slowly.

“You’re right,” she mumbled, “I work a corporate nine to five and you are the captain of a professional hockey team,” she offered teasingly. He tossed his head back and laughed.

“What has your life been like? I wanna know everything,” he asked as he reached towards her, he stopped himself as he brought his hands back towards his chest.

The announcers started yelling on the TV, they both quickly shifted their gaze towards the TV. David Montgomery broke free and started running towards the end zone. She tossed her hands into the air.

Quinn shifted his gaze towards Y/N, smiling to himself as he watched her grin widely. She let out a sudden giggle. He felt his heart beat rapidly, feeling like he was a teenager all over again.

Her smile soon faded as she looked back towards Quinn. “Do you want to hear something funny,” she offered as she scanned his features. She was very fond of the beard on his face, it suited him well. He hummed as he kept his head on the top of the couch.

“You ruined the Canucks for me for a while,” she muttered. His eyes widened as an awkward laugh fell from his lips. “I couldn’t stand watching the games or hearing your name from the broadcast,”

“That’s funny to you?” he asked while laughing.

“It is hilarious because of course my ex boyfriend would get drafted to the team I love,” she explained. He continued to laugh. “I couldn’t watch the games until you became captain,” she explained further.

He smirked as he took in a deep breath, scooting closer to her. Her breathing quickened as she watched his movements.

“You’re only saying that because that’s the first season we made the playoffs since the bubble year,” he teased, “You’re only a fan when we’re playing good.”

“And unfortunately you and your Norris trophy made my favorite team good and bearable to watch again.” she offered with a soft laugh leaving his lips.

“I don’t think unfortunately should be in that sentence,” he let out while shaking his head.

“I think it is quite unfortunate,”

“Oh really?”

She hummed as a reply as she looked back towards the TV with a smirk toying to her lips.

~~~

Quinn had left her apartment, with her phone number in his phone, around one in the morning. They spoke for several hours effortlessly. Sure, Y/N had resentment and anger towards him buried inside of her over the last time they saw each other. But it was eight years ago. She knew that she couldn’t stay mad at him forever.

But she had a new person that she was mad at. She was mad at her mom for telling Quinn where she lived. Which was insane of her to do, but it was even more insane to let him in. But here she was calling her mom to find out an answer.

It was her fourth attempt at trying to reach her mom and finally she decided to answer. “Hello, my beautiful daughter,” Louise said joyfully into the phone.

“Why the hell did you tell Quinn where I live?” she asked, wanting to sound harsh but she giggled halfway through the sentence. Her mom barked out a laugh.

“Do you know how hard it was keeping that secret from him every year! Oh and poor Ellen having to lie and say nothing to him. It was toture!” her mother explained while giggling.

“You also could’ve told me in advance that my ex boyfriend would be showing up at my door,” she explained while rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Well what happened?” Louise asked in a sing-song tone.

Y/N let out a long drawn out sigh before she explained that all they did was talk and reminisce from when they were teenagers. She explained that it was suprisingly easy. She thought that she would’ve been mad at him still but seeing him like that was like a breath of fresh air.

“So what does this mean?” Louise asked with a faint sound of clapping in the background.

“Nothing! It means nothing, it was just catching up. That’s all,” she explained while chuckling slightly.

“Lame!” Louise let out dramatically.

“Next time you would like to send an ex boyfriend to my front door, can you at least tell me beforehand?” she asked as she stared towards the phone screen, a pout to her lips.

“Well, it’s a good thing that I have only liked one of your ex boyfriends. The only one I think shouldn’t be an ex,”

“Mom, just because you and Ellen are best friends, doesn’t mean I need to be with Quinn,” she explained while rolling her eyes playfully.

“Well, Christmas is coming up, are you able to come home?” her mother asked, seemingly changing the subject. But Y/N knew what her mother’s intent was with that question.

Her parents started celebrating the holidays with the Hughes family the year before her and Quinn broke up. Since her parents were still close with the family, they have celebrated every holiday together. She didn’t want to be around them and decided to celebrate the holidays with her grandparents every year since.

It wasn’t all awkward and bad. It was usual for her family to visit Vancouver after the initial holiday to see them anyway. She didn’t mind that the holidays were different. It was her own fault, she didn’t want to see him. She was not going to let her break up affect the way her parents had their life. She has always been friendly with the Hughes family after the breakup, from the brief interactions she had with them over the years.

“Grandma and Grandpa were thinking about coming to Michigan for Christmas this year anyway. So yeah, I’ll be there. I have a week of PTO,” she explained.

“Wait really?” her mother asked.

“Yes,” she let out with a soft smile on her lips.

“That’s so good to hear, saves us a trip to Vancouver,” her mother said chuckling.

“It does,” she let out while laughing, “I gotta go, I love you Mom,” she let out with a smile on her lips.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” her mother offered. Y/N hummed before she hung up the phone. Quickly, she walked towards the couch and sat down. She reached towards the remote beside her and turned on the TV. Slowly, she turned on the Canucks game.

She wasn’t lying when she told Quinn that she started watching the team after he became captain. Although, she didn’t watch every game like she used to before he was drafted. She still enjoyed watching them.

She rested the remote onto the arm of the couch as she shifted her gaze towards her phone. She began to scroll through her Twitter feed. Her breath caught in her throat as the broadcasters called out saying that Quinn was down on the ice.

Her gaze shot up towards the TV to see blood pouring out of Quinn’s face. Her phone fell to her side as her posture straightened. She felt her heart race as she watched him stand up, holding his hand against his face. Blood started dripping down his hand.

It looked awful and painful. Her body shook slightly as she watched him dart down the tunnel. She pulled her knees against her chest as she draped the blanket over her lap. The broadcast showed an up close of Quinn and his shaky hand. She shook her head as she squinted her eyes harshly.

Her eyes were glued to the screen, scanning each person on the ice. Reading and rereading each number for the next fifteen minutes, waiting for Quinn to get back onto the ice. She chewed on her bottom lip, as her heart was beating hard against her chest. Lifting up the end of the blanket, she snuggled it up to her chin as she waited and waited.

“We have some good news, Hughes is back on the bench,” the announcers said as they zoomed in on Quinn on the bench. He was wearing the bubble and his face was swollen and half stitched up. Her face scrunched up as she felt a phantom pain against her own lip. She couldn’t imagine how he was feeling, let out imagine still playing the game after that.

The rest of the game was hard for the entire team. It seemed like they barely survived, and Quinn looked like he was in so much pain. He did everything he could to push through the pain but the team couldn’t pull out with a win.

She was on the edge of her seat the whole game. It was probably the hardest game of hockey she’s had to watch in a long time.

The game ended an hour ago and she kept staring at the new contact with a new phone number that belonged to Quinn.

She took a hold of her phone, reaching towards the call button when there was a knock against her door. She furrowed her eyebrows as she placed her phone back down onto the couch cushion. Y/N tossed the blanket onto the corner of the couch before standing up.

Brushing a few pieces of hair away from her face, she walked towards the door. She pulled the door open instantaneously to see Quinn standing outside of her door. His head was hanging low, avoiding her gaze.

“I was just about to call you,” she mumbled. He nodded as he kept his gaze low. “Quinn?” she asked as she stepped aside, granting him permission to step into the apartment. He stayed still, keeping his head low.

She took a deep breath, staring towards his hesitant frame. He looked so exhausted and he looked like he was in so much pain. Without fully thinking it through, she reached towards him. Slowly, she stepped towards him while delicately resting her hand onto his shoulder. Carefully, running her hand along his arm.

Hesitantly, he lifted his head up to meet her gaze. Her lip fell into a pout before she wrapped her arms around his neck. Quinn’s eyes widened as his arms held up in limbo. She glided her hand through his hair as her other hand glided along his upper back.

“Y/N,” he mumbled through the swollen lip.

“Just let it happen,” she whispered into his ear. He wrapped his arms around her lower back. He guided her inside of the apartment. She let the door swing shut behind them.

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled into her hair. Her back was pressed against the door as she continued to embrace him. Maybe it was to comfort him, or maybe it was because she needed him to be that close. It was like breathing cold air, almost as if you’ve been breathing wrong your whole life.

“I’m sorry for not calling,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay,” she whispered as she continued to run her fingers through his hair. “I was going to call and see how you were doing,” she explained quietly.

“Yeah?”

She hummed while pulling back slightly. He kept his hands onto her waist while she kept her hands on the base of his neck. “I’m sorry,” she let out as she stared towards his swollen lip. He shrugged as he glided his hands along her lower back. “Come on,” she slipped away from his grasp. He stayed still.

“Come lay down with me,” Y/N said simply as she walked towards her bedroom.

“Y/N,” he let out softly, staying near the door. “Are you sure?” he mumbled.

“Come lay down with me,” she let out again from outside of the door of her bedroom. He took a deep breath as he followed after her. She pushed the door open and pressed her back against it. He walked past her, standing awkwardly in the center of her bedroom.

“Thank you,” he let out softly. She shut the door as she walked towards her bed. She climbed onto the center of the mattress.

“Come on,” she let out with a soft giggle leaving her lips. She held her arms out waiting for him to lay with her. He kicked off his shoes before he followed in pursuit. At first, he sat at the edge of the bed, looking over her. “Will you just lay down,”

He tried to let out a chuckle, but it caused an eruption of pain to web across his skin. He swallowed harshly as he laid beside her. She kept her arms out waiting for him to lay on her chest. He rested his head onto her chest as their legs entangled together. Delicately, she began to run her hand along his back.

“You barely came within two feet of me last night, what’s all of this?” he asked as he slowly shut his eyes, hoping to not scare her away.

She didn’t reply at first, she continued to run her hand along his back. Taking in the familiar smell of his cologne, it was elevated, perhaps a more expensive version. Her heart was beating rapidly as she continued to take in what was actually happening.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled out. He hummed as he glided his hand along her side. Careful in the ways his hands moved. “It was scary,” she let out barely above a whisper.

“Was it?”

“Blood was pouring from your face, Quinn,” she said as she ran her fingers into his hair.

“It wasn’t pouring from my face,”

“Q–” she let out.

Quinn wished he could smile because it would be a wide grin. He hasn’t been called that in years. He hasn’t been called that since they were last together. “I’ll be alright,” he let out.

“I know but–”

“Y/N Y/L/N, do you still care about me?” he muttered teasingly.

She chuckled as she continued to glid her hand along his back. “You were my first love, Quinn, I’ll always care about you,” she explained. He hummed as he toyed with the end of her shirt, twisting the fabric between his fingertips. “And you were right,”

“Right about what?”

“That we’re different people than we were at seventeen,” she explained, “I’ve been looking back a lot on that last week before you left,”

He was sitting in the corner of the couch in her home theater. Her head rested in his lap. Quinn wasn’t paying attention to the movie as his attention was on her. He ran his fingers through her hair. Carefully, twisting the strands between his fingers.

“We have to talk about it,” Quinn let out before he ran his hand down the side of her frame. He toyed with the end of the tanktop, lifting it slightly.

“We have four days, Q,” she offered, keeping her gaze on the TV screen.

He tilted his head back, rubbing his thumb against her hip. “Baby, I won’t be here for New Years,” he let out. Her body tensed as her breath caught in her throat. “I have a tournament that I can’t miss,”

“Okay,” she let out barely above a whisper.

“I can’t miss it, since it’s so close to the draft. Every game matters,” he explained further.

“I know,” she let out with her voice cracking slightly.

“Baby,” he let out while gliding his hand up and down her frame slowly.

“So we won’t see each other until after the draft?” she asked as she sat up, keeping her body close to him. He froze as he began to chew on his bottom lip. For a few seconds, he avoided her gaze. “Right?” she asked quietly. He took a deep breath as he reached over and took a hold of her thigh. He pulled her closer to him, he started rubbing his hand along her skin.

“The coaches at UMich want the team to go to campus during summer. They want us to do team bonding and build chemistry and stuff,” he explained, his voice got quieter as he spoke. She nodded slowly as she pulled away from him. “Baby,”

“So we’ll just never see each other again? Is that it?” she said as she stood up from the couch.

“No–we’ll figure it out!” he let out urgently. She crossed her arms over her chest as she started pacing back and forth. “You’re going to MSU and it’s only an hour away, we’ll figure it out,” he stood up, trying to stop her in her tracks but she kept avoiding him.

“You realize that’s a year away right? A year without seeing you! I can handle a few months, I can barely handle a few months! Let alone a year without you, Quinn,” she let out, a sob climbing in her throat.

“We can survive this,” he expressed as he took a hold of her arms. “Please,” he mumbled as he took a hold of her chin. Her lips fell into a pout as she tilted her head to the side. “Please,” he asked again.

Quinn glided his hand along her jawline as he rested it onto the base of her neck. She took a shaky breath as she nodded slightly. “These last few days will be perfect, okay?” he let out softly.

“A year is a long time, Quinn,” she mumbled and she pulled back. She crossed her arms over her chest. She wiped her cheeks. “I don’t know,” she muttered.

He reached towards her, pulling her towards him. Instantly, he pressed his lips against hers. She was frozen for only a second before she wrapped her arms around his neck. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He took a hold of her thighs and guided her toward the couch.

“I think I was so scared of being alone, I hated when you were gone. I couldn’t imagine being alone for that long,” she explained. He continued to run his hands along her side, listening intently. “You were so mad that I didn’t want to go to UMich–”

“I wasn’t mad,” he interrupted. “I was sad that you didn’t want to go,” he explained softly.

“I wanted to be with you, Quinn,”

“I know,”

“I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you that last day,” he mumbled.

“I know,” she mumbled as she ran her hand along his cheek briefly.

“Thank you for this,” he mumbled as he sneaked his hand beneath her shirt, gliding his hand along her hip.

“I’m sorry I never called when I moved here,” she let out. He chuckled softly as shifted on her frame slightly.

“It’s okay. I don’t think either of us were ready,”

“Ready for what?”

“This,” he mumbled.

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vampstarkey · 21 hours ago

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❝ jealous of your brother ..

Masterlist ☆

＿ warnings: unprotected sex, sucking on the neck, virgin reader, cheating, pussy slapping, jealous reader, face sitting, boobs pressing and female masturbation.

＿ Note: this has not been reviewed (if that's not your thing then leave)

You were the adopted daughter of the Cameron family, the little princess Kook. Ever since you were little, everyone on the island knew your name. You grew up surrounded by privileges, always protected by Rafe, your older brother. He wouldn't let anything or anyone get close to you without his approval. No matter how old you were, he always made sure to watch over you, keep you away from any danger and, especially, from anyone he deemed unworthy of your presence. After all, brothers do these things, right?

But lately, things started to change. Rafe, the same guy who spent nights at parties hugging different girls, was suddenly in a serious relationship. You never imagined he was the kind of guy who would get attached to someone, not after so many nights watching him drink until he lost his mind and get involved with any girl who came along. This always bothered you, although you would never admit it. It was a strange, suffocating feeling, but you tried to swallow it.

That night, another party was happening at the Cameron mansion. Ward and Rose were out, and as always, Rafe took advantage of his parents' absence to turn the house into a meeting place for his friends, the same ones as always, all noisy, drinking and having fun. You usually preferred to avoid that kind of environment. But this time, you decided to come down from your room, maybe out of curiosity, maybe because a part of you wanted to see Rafe.

As you crossed the crowded room, your eyes soon found the scene that made your stomach turn: a brunette sitting on his lap, her lips close to your ear as she whispered something that made you smile in a way you didn't like at all. His arm rested on her waist, his fingers drawing lazy circles on her skin. It was obvious that the girl was his girlfriend.

You felt a lump tighten in your throat, a heat rising through your body, an almost childish urge to roll your eyes and leave. But before you could move away, Rafe had already noticed your presence. And now, his eyes were fixed on you. "What are you doing here?" Rafe looked at you in surprise, after all he knew that you almost never showed up when he was throwing a party.

You crossed your arms trying to look indifferent, even though you felt the weight of his gaze falling on you “I didn’t know I needed your permission to walk around my own house, Rafe.”

The boy raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms before lightly touching the girl's leg in his lap. "Give me a minute with my little sister, dear." He told her, giving her a carefree smile. The brunette nodded, standing up without question and blending into the crowd. As soon as she was out of sight, Rafe turned his attention to you, walking over to where you were. "I never said you couldn't come, y/n, I just assumed you'd be staying in your room, like always." His eyes went up and down, looking at your body.

"Well, but now I'm here, is there a problem?" The words came out more firmly than you felt inside, but heat quickly rose to your cheeks when he looked at you like that, maybe it was just in your head. "No, no problem, I just think you should change out of those short pajamas, it's not the right environment for that." There he was giving you orders like he always did and in fact it was to be expected. "I don't want to change," you replied without hesitation.

“Don’t test my patience, go upstairs and put on something else right now.” The order was direct, sharp, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Considering the environment, your outfit really wasn’t appropriate at all, but that seemed more like an excuse than a genuine concern. The short pink shorts made of thin silk and the white blouse that accentuated your breasts, a combination you wore only to feel comfortable at home, now seemed to be the center of criticism. Rafe, who always saw you wearing this type of outfit, knew very well the impact it caused.

You arched an eyebrow, trying not to let your discomfort show, and responded with a forced smile. “Stop it. Why don’t you go worry about your girlfriend?” A sarcastic smile expanded on Rafe’s face, and he realized right away what was happening. It was as if he was amused by the fact that you couldn’t hide your irritation and jealousy. He let out a low laugh, but the teasing tone was clear. “Oh, so that’s it, are you jealous?” Your eyes widened at that observation. He wasn't wrong, but of course you weren't going to say it.

"That's the stupidest thing you've ever said to me, I'm not jealous." The answer came out in a rush, louder than you would have liked, trying to hide the truth behind words that didn't have as much power as your trembling voice. "Don't be silly, I know you." He watched you with an almost triumphant smile, as if he was unraveling every piece of you.

He took a long step towards you, and before you could react, he grabbed your arm tightly. Rafe came even closer, his lips almost touching your ear as he whispered: “I can prove you right, sis.” That low, possessive tone of voice was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.

The feeling of having no control over what was happening made your mind spin, and you found yourself wondering where this would take you. “Don’t play with me like that, Rafey.” His name, pronounced that way, had a different weight. That was how you used to call him when you were still a little girl.

“Oh, yeah? I don’t play with things I’m interested in, sis.” Rafe’s voice sounded almost like a challenge, loaded with something you couldn’t define. Before you could respond, he still held your arm tightly, pulling you without warning to a secluded corner of the house.

The surroundings seemed to disappear, and the only sound that filled the space was the distant music of The Weeknd that played in the background, creating a melody that contrasted with the tension, that was enough for you to realize what was happening. “Did you know that I always wanted you, y/n?” Rafe’s words hung in the air, a whisper that seemed to carry an immense weight, he looked at your lips as if he wanted to devour them.

You wanted to deny it, to push that idea away, but somehow you knew he was telling the truth and you could no longer try to hide how much you wanted your hot brother to touch you or do anything with your body, no matter how wrong and dirty it was. “Do you really want me, Rafe?” You asked hopefully as you felt the space shrinking more and more as he got closer.

Rafe took a strand of your hair and put it behind your ear. “You know I do, don’t play innocent, you can be everything, but innocent I know you’re not.” The boy placed you against the wall, holding your hands on each side of your body, leaving you immobile.

What you didn't know was that your older brother had caught you masturbating in your room a few times during the night, but he never intervened since he loved watching you rubbing yourself on your pillow or desperately sticking your fingers inside.

Every now and then, when you were out of the house, Rafe would take some of those thin lace panties of yours from your dresser drawer and smell them, he would rub them on his own cock while imagining everything he would like to do to his sweet and dear little sister.

Rafe's touch was quick, pulling the back of your neck firmly. In a subtle movement, his lips brushed yours, he bit your lips slowly, almost as if he was testing your limits, while his tongue slid softly into your red mouth, teasing you. "But... what about your girlfriend?" You asked with difficulty since the way he played with your lips made it a little difficult for you to speak.

“Shh, be quiet, don’t worry about her, we’re not doing anything wrong, after all I’m your brother.” He continued to pay attention to your lips, but now finally attacking them for good, Rafe kissed you with desire, pressing your body even more against the wall. His hands followed your waist, going down lower and lower in hot grips, the boy groped your ass with desire as he felt an uncontrolled, almost primitive hunger, the forbidden desire was erotic.

“Let me take care of you, will you let me?” He squeezed once more on the pink fabric of your short shorts that revealed a piece of your soft ass. “Yeah, I’ll let you..” A muffled moan left your lips after feeling the heat of Rafe’s hands against your skin. “Come with me, trust me.” Rafe said full of authority that you couldn’t ignore. He grabbed your hand with a firmness that seemed like a command, and before you could even think about the consequences, your feet moved, following you without question. He climbed the stairs with an almost predatory agility, the pressure of his hand pulling you closer to him.

When you reached the door to his room, you opened it without hesitation, and the sound of the latch clicking was like a signal for what was to come. In one fluid movement, he pulled you inside, and the air in the room seemed denser, heavier, as if the world outside no longer existed, the door closed behind you, and the darkness of Rafe's room seemed to envelop everything, as if you were in a place where nothing else mattered, just him and you.

— ☆ . .

Rafe was on top of you, already shirtless, as he hurriedly took off your silk shorts. “Tell me, has anyone ever fucked this sweet little pussy?” You shook your head in disagreement, no one had ever done anything sexual to you before. “Your brother is going to take your virginity then, sweetie.” It felt so wrong, but it was so delicious that you were just letting yourself get carried away.

Your shorts were thrown on the floor, giving Rafe a view of your tiny panties, he could see the wet spot that had formed from your arousal. Knowing that you were a virgin had only made the boy harder, being the first to taste your pussy was all he wanted.

“Sit on my face.” Overcome with lust, that was exactly what you did, it didn’t take long for the positions to reverse, you pulled your panties down, throwing them on the floor, soon adjusting yourself on top of Rafe, you sat on his face relaxing your pussy on top of him.

Rafe felt like he was going to collapse having all that sight before him. His brother's tongue moved slightly against your wet pussy while he had his hands resting on your thigh. "God, that feels so good.." You moaned, starting to rub yourself against his face.

Your pussy covered his face, Rafe felt like he could die suffocated by your pussy and still die happy. You held on to the headboard of the bed while your hips moved on his face, sliding so easily that it made you numb. The feeling of having a tongue sucking you for the first time was incredible, you just wanted more, you wanted to be able to feel everything Rafe was capable of giving you.

He sucked your clit, rubbing his tongue and nose against you, feeling your taste and your smell. "I want to taste this pussy every day, it tastes delicious." Rafe's hot breath hit your slit, you were trying hard not to moan loudly as he sucked you like that. Rafe was squeezing you tightly, swallowing you like it was the last thing he could do in his life.

You pulled your shirt hard, letting it fall, your nipples were hard and exposed, they swayed in a back and forth motion as you rubbed yourself against his face. “Rafey..” Your eyes closed tightly as you moaned softly, Rafe knew you were going to cum fast, you had never had this kind of contact, so he stopped sucking you, preventing you from finishing so quickly.

“Why did you stop, Ray?” You said as you sat back down on the bed, your breath coming up and down in your chest frantically. “You can’t cum now, sweetie, or the fun will be over.” Rafe said as he took off his pants along with his blue boxers clumsily, you watched feeling a heat between your legs, he soon pulled you again, but this time turning you to the side. “I want to fuck you like this.” The rough way he picked you up and turned you to the side made you bite your lip.

Rafe stood behind you, moving your hair away from your neck and getting closer. He could feel your ass rubbing against his cock from behind. “Open your legs for me.” As soon as you heard the request, you opened yourself for him. Rafe held your thigh as he began to rub his cock against your wet pussy.

His free hand found one of your breasts, squeezing it. Your body shivered as the head of his cock touched your pussy, which was getting increasingly wet. Rafe slid in, but still didn’t penetrate you. You could feel the way he played with your folds. “Be careful..” Your voice came out lower than you intended, a mix of adrenaline and excitement.

Rafe laughed at the comment, but without giving you any answers, he continued rubbing against you. His nose touched your smooth neck, smelling it and leaving small hickeys on the area that immediately turned purple as he continued.

“I’m going to put it inside you now, okay?” Rafe was usually pretty rough in bed, but since it was your first time, he felt the need to warn you before pushing in. “O-okay..”

He rubbed your entrance one last time before putting his cock inside, he pushed slowly as you felt a new and delicious sensation inside you. “Can you handle these nine inches of your brother, sweetie?” He pushed harder and harder as he heard your moans getting more intense.

“Yes, I can.” Rafe kept you open for him, soon moving. “Little slut, naughty.” The boy squeezed one of your breasts again, moving in and out of your pussy, the headboard of the bed banged against the wall, the only thing that could stop anyone from hearing what was happening inside the room was the music that was still playing outside. “Fuck, I love this.” He thought it was funny to see you cursing, it was fucking exciting to see how slutty you could be when no one was watching. His hips moved quickly, you felt like he could burst the walls of your pussy.

His breathing was fast against your ear, you welcomed every inch. “See how good your brother is fucking you, huh..” What you imagined when you were alone in your room was happening, your brother was really fucking you. “You make me feel so good..” You said, squirming on his cock.

Rafe stopped squeezing your breasts and started stimulating your clit with two fingers, he could feel how tight you were, he had never fucked a girl like that, your brother was marking his territory. “Now you’re mine, no one can touch you like this but me.” He slammed deep inside, your legs were getting weak. “Only I can make you cum, sis.” The words had a strong effect on you, Rafe slapped your pussy causing spasms throughout your body, it was as if moments ago you hadn't even had a little "argument" over jealousy.

He continued rubbing your clit as you slowly melted. "Ray, I-I'm going to-" Your words were cut off by the sensation that took over you, a delicious orgasm slowly hitting you as Rafe thrust inside. "Like that, sweetie, so good." Rafe slapped your pussy again feeling you cum on him.

The boy turned to you again, seeing you completely sweaty after what they did. “Don’t tell daddy what we did, or it’ll get us in trouble.” He grabbed a sheet that was next to him, covering your body. “I won’t tell.” His voice was low and tired as he looked at him with his beautiful Bambi eyes. “Great, sweetie, that’ll be our secret.”

Before he could do anything, Rafe tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining with a mix of amusement and something deeper. “Now tell me, were you jealous?” You crossed your arms and pouted involuntarily, hesitating for a moment before admitting in a low voice: “Okay, I confess… I didn’t like seeing you with another girl.”

The sarcastic smile that formed on his lips was one you already knew very well, full of provocation and certainty. “I may be with her now, but the one I really want is you.”

Your chest rose and fell quickly, the weight of his words hitting you like a shock. But before you could react, a loud knock echoed from the other side of the door, cutting the moment abruptly.

“Hey, Rafe, are you there, man?” Topper’s voice sounded from the other side, full of impatience.

Rafe let out a frustrated sigh as he quickly moved away from you. In a hurried movement, he picked up his scattered clothes and began to dress, clearly as surprised as you were by the interruption. “I have to go, y/n.” He said as he adjusted his shirt, his eyes fixed on yours, as if he wanted to assure you that this wouldn’t end there. “Stay here in my room, I promise I’ll be back, okay?”

Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. The gesture was contradictory, but loaded with something more. The last thing you heard before the door closed was his voice saying to his friend: “Hey, man.”

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loveandmurders · 3 days ago

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Hi, I don't know if your requests are open. But you would ask me what the slashers would be like (thomas hewitt, hannibal, bo sinclair and any other slasher if you like). with a mute s/o (who does not speak and only communicates by signs).

I love your blog

Hey darling, I hope you'll enjoy these little thoughts for the three slashers you mentionned.

It was my first time writing for Hannibal (I used the one from the series, hope it's okay!) and it was a lot of fun 🥰

SILENCE ISN'T WEAKNESS (gn!reader x Thomas Hewitt / Hannibal Lecter / Bo Sinclair)

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of bullies in Thomas' headcanons but he is there to protect you, violent and abusive/abused!reader in Hannibal's headcanons, mentions of a toxic family, killer!reader, cannibal!reader, mentions of murders and Bo being an ass (as usual), let me know if I forget anything.

Thomas Hewitt

When you arrived in town, you were still a child. You had cried so much and you had begged your parents to not move out from the town you had forever known.

Back there, you had struggled so much to get friends, because of your mutism, so you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to befriend anyone else.

People weren’t always nice to you, and they often forgot about your existence because they couldn't hear your voice to remind them you were there. You were also an easy target for bullies.

Thomas spotted you right away obviously.

And the first time, he stood up against bullies was for you. He couldn't stand that someone like you could get hurt.

You grew up together and you never left each other's side. Not even when his family decided to kill people to survive, and he was so grateful for that; he would have been completely lost without you.

You both enjoyed the silence full of love and tenderness between the two of you.

Actually, because you knew each other so well, most of the time, you didn’t even need to fully sign a word or a sentence for the other one to understand what you meant.

Your complicity and love for each other turned into something more than just friendship pretty naturally as you became adults.

Thomas truly felt blessed to have you in his life, because he knew someone was able to understand him and to be on his side no matter what. And vice versa.

Once a man moved in front of you while you were waiting in a line, and when you tapped on his shoulder to let him know you were there, he faked not understanding you and he laughed at you for not being able to speak.

It upsetted you quite a lot. You talked about it to Tommy because it was unfair for someone to treat you that way. Thomas simply asked you what the man looked like.

And the next day you found the man kneeling on the kitchen floor, begging for your forgiveness. His nose was broken and his face was already swollen from the hits he received from Thomas.

The Hewitts let him go once you accepted the apology. After this event, no one ever mistreated you.

You were happy among the Hewitts, Hoyt enjoyed your silence, Luda Mae enjoyed how soft you were to Thomas and Monty enjoyed how sassy you were when people were turning their back to you.

Hannibal Lecter

You grew up in a very poor and abusive family. Violence was the only thing you ever know. You quickly learnt that the people who should have taken care of you, would easily forget about you.

You had to learn another way to express yourself; a cruel and rough way. You couldn’t count all the time your knuckles got raw and bloody after you had beat someone to almost death.

Well the “almost” disappeared at some point. You were a hungry beast who didn’t trust anyone or anything. You knew that one day you were going to die in the street or die in prison, but truly you couldn’t care any less.

You killed a man twice your size one night. He had stolen and eaten the food you just bought. It was the only meal you might be able to afford this week, so you had gone absolutely crazy.

When the police found you, covered in blood, they thought it was just another homicide in the poorest neighborhood of the city. That was until they saw that the man was missing a leg… and that you deliberately cut him into pieces, to cook and eat him.

Your case didn’t go unnoticed by Hannibal. He quickly used all his relations so he could get you as his patient. He wanted to meet another cannibal like him.

When he saw you for the first time, he didn’t get disappointed. Of course, you looked so ill because of the absence of food but he promised himself he was going to take such good care of you.

You didn’t understand why the man was so careful with you, so gentle even. He didn’t know a lot of ASL but he learnt more for you.

He carefully and patiently coaxed you into talking to him. The fact he brought you food all the time helped a lot, of course. He was the first person who used a soft voice to address you, he was the first to look after your wound, he was the first one to gently touch you.

You started to fall in love with him, and once he was certain you were hooked, he revealed his true nature to you and you only loved him more for it. You understood him, like he understood you.

He never felt so much happiness when you eagerly ate the meal he prepared for you, while knowing where the meat was coming from.

Bo Sinclair

At first, Bo thought you were going to be a very easy prey. After all, you couldn’t scream for help and he noticed that your group of friends weren't checking on you as much as they should to keep you safe.

But because of your mutism, you were listening and observing people very well. Your friends were under Bo's spell but it was obvious to you that he was no good. Something in the way he looked at your friends when they weren’t watching made you wonder.

You also noticed someone moving from the corner of your eyes when you were visiting the House of Wax. You felt in danger until you used ASL to answer your friends. It was as if the shadow lurking in the dark couldn't hurt you anymore.

You did your best to never stay alone with Bo or in the House of Wax, no matter how much he tried and flirted with you.

Bo was quite dejected you weren’t falling right into his arms. He wasn’t used to that, so it quickly became a new challenge. He started to get interested in you because clearly you were a smart person.

At some point, he made a slight misogynistic remark about one of your friends and you sent him such a full of rage and venomous look that he shut up. He thought you were incredibly hot and he wondered if you might be as dangerous as his twin.

He started to sign to you as a peace offer and you were surprised he knew ASL. He told you about Vincent and he noticed it changed a lot of things for you. You started to get less impatient with him even if you didn't trust him

It didn't save your friends though. You mourned their death in the Sinclair's house.

You hated to admit it but talking with Vincent helped you a lot. You felt understood and you slowly stopped being afraid. You didn’t really have a choice anyways.

Bo never stopped trying to seduce you and it slowly started to work.

With you, the man was different. Your silence was bringing him peace. Your presence was casting his demons away. Your eyes were the most breathtaking things he ever witnessed. Your touch was driving him absolutely insane.

And maybe you were enjoying the silent and yet complete power you held over the man.

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ponett · 2 days ago

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This is probably a very dumb question, but do you actually like Sally's character (in concept, themes and execution)??? Or do you dislike her???

Personally, I really like the inteligent, compasionate and rational (although insecure, extremely self-sacrifitaded and with a bit of temperament) princess that seeks not only the best of it's friends and people (even if that means she looses something) but also wants the freedom and justice for all living beings, and breaking her own chains.

Although I know some of the writters did her dirty (I blame the writting instead of the character) and obviously has bad moments. But I dunno, It's still my fav character of the comic and a example of how to write a strong female character.

But what do you think yourself??? Sorry if this question comes out of nowhere and sorry for bothering

I do like Sally. I think she kind of suffers because she depends so much on the writer, where for a long time she was wrapped up in all sorts of love triangles and royal family drama and wasn't allowed to do much. And even with Ian's run, where she fared much better, I've had some complaints about how it sometimes feels like her superpower is being right, which doesn't always make for the most compelling storytelling. And obviously I like Bunnie more. But I do like Sally overall.

I think one of the places she still works the best is her original appearance in SatAM. If you can get past "ew they made up this character to be Sonic's furry girlfriend, CRINGE!!!" she really is fun in that show. I like the banter she has with Sonic, which makes her feel like the only character on the team who can really match his snark. I also like that she's a princess who doesn't care about her royal status at all and only wants to use what power she has to try and help people, viewing herself as everyone else's equal rather than their superior. She's very overtly based on Princess Leia, but, like, Leia was also a fun character for similar reasons! So it works.

And, of course, her relationship with Nicole that retroactively became a romantic arc is one of my favorite elements of the Archie comics. There's this feeling that Sally can't really go to most of her friends with her personal problems because she's supposed to be their fearless leader, and Nicole is the one who can really get her—but Nicole is also an AI who isn't always able to exist in the physical realm. There's so much yearning there. Really good yearning. Love some good yearning.

#anon #ask

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moonlightrafe · 18 hours ago

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Delicate

summary: On a night out to forget his past, Aemond finds himself thinking of a future with you

pairing: Modern!Aemond x Stripper!Reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: Explicit smut, alcohol consumption, sex work, reader is a single mom, semi-public, lactation kink, mommy kink (yaaay), handjobs, cum play 18+ MDNI

note: This is a repost 🙈so if it flops, it flops

Aemond Targaryen was never a fan of strip clubs. He viewed them as not only a waste of time, but a waste of money. Spending ungodly amounts on overpriced, watered down drinks. Just for a girl who pretended to be attracted to him, could dance on him for a couple of hours. He always left feeling impure while glitter and the scent of cotton candy clung to his clothes. It just wasn’t his thing, he had better ways to spend his time.

And yet, he found himself on his way to one now, on a Tuesday night. With his heathen of a brother and his immature friends. What had become of him?

You’re on the opposite side of town, also getting ready for the evening. Hot steam and the scent of lavender invigorates your senses as you’ve just finished taking an ‘everything’ shower. You’re scrubbed to the bone, freshly exfoliated, shaved, and now lathering vanilla scented lotion onto your skin when your phone buzzes.

Aegon Targaryen.

Aegon was your typical rich, frat boy who frequented the club you worked at. Over the years he had become something more of a friend than a customer. He would sometimes bring you food, or weed, or a pack of cigarettes. He had even came to your defense when certain men would over step boundaries with you.

He was a good customer, gave a lot of money to the club – and to you. He wasn’t exactly your type but there was no denying he was attractive.

you workin tonight?

depends who’s asking 😈 jk … u know where to find me 💋

perfect. and not for me 😢 have a guy who needs a distraction. wear smth expensive!

oh? 👀🤨

money talks baby

💸💦

It’s a rainy Tuesday night, you’re not sure why you agreed to pick up a shift in the first place. But you could use some extra cash, and your daughter is at her dad’s this week.

Even though the club you work at is one of the busiest in Kings Landing, you anticipate it to be an uneventful evening. Aegon coming in changes things, maybe you’ll have some sort of fun, and st the the very least someone to talk to.

It’s just you and two other girls working tonight. There are three men sat around the stage as Floris dances, and Sara is occupied with a private dance in the back. As you predicted, a pretty slow night. You have the bartender make you a drink, a dirty shirley. You sit and tap on the glass waiting for some action when Aegon finally shows up.

He has a decent sized group of guys with him, most of which seem to already be under the influence. In order to not appear desperate you wait for him Aegon to come to you.

“Lookin’ good, girl!” he calls, leaning in to hug you, “and you wore expensive perfume, that’s a good girl,” he flirts as he slides you a $50 bill and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Is this for… your friend?”

“Not a friend,” he states proudly, a devilish grin on his face, “my brother.“

You look past Aegon to the group of guys he sauntered in with, and then you spot him. A tall, lean guy with hair the same shade as Aegon’s; except his is much shorter, and styled neatly. He’s aimlessly scrolling his phone, barely looking around. You notice he has a pack of Marlboro Menthols in his hand. With a cool demeanor and a jawline chiseled to perfection by the Gods themselves, you are in for it.

He resembles Aegon for sure, though he is much more handsome.

“Gods, there’s two of you,” you groan jokingly.

“Actually, there’s four of us,” Aegon corrects, “but one’s sixteen and the other is a girl, our sister.”

Aegon hardly ever spoke of his family and when he did it was never in detail. All you knew was that they were toxic, full of drama, lacking love, and filthy rich.

“That’s right. Well, what do I need to know about this one?”

“That’s Aemond. Go easy on him, he’s a major nerd, hates all things fun, and the club isn’t really his scene — total opposite of me,” he notes, “but he’s been hung up on this older woman and I need him to get under someone else to get over it.”

You raise your eyebrows at him a second time, unsure of what you’re getting yourself into.

“What can I say? We’re a complicated bunch, but it’s nothing you can’t handle, right princess?”

You giggle at the pet name and he grins before he smacks you hard on the ass.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

You glance over in Aemond’s direction again, now he sips on an old fashioned and his expression remains unreadable.

You decide to head to the back to quickly freshen yourself up. You’ll need to mentally prepare yourself before sinking your paws into Aegon’s sexy-as-hell brother. You brush out your curls, pick away any dried mascara from below your eyelids and generously apply more perfume. Baccarat 540, it was expensive, thank you very much.

You take a large sip of your own drink before you saunter your way back out front and over to the table where he sits.

"Hey! You look like you could use a friend" you purr, “can I offer you a dance?"

Aemond looks over to Aegon who is giving him a thumbs up before looking at you. His eye scans your body.

"Um, yeah,” he finally responds, swallowing thickly, “yeah, you can.”

This time he smiles as he checks you out.

"You wanna go somewhere more private?" you offer in a whisper, motioning to one of the closed off rooms, "ya know away from prying eyes?"

"Sure," he replies and your perfectly manicured fingers wrap around his wrist, dragging him to one of the rooms. Once you’re alone, tucked away behind the velvet curtain, he takes it upon himself to take a seat on the leather couch.

“So how does this work?" he questions nonchalantly, taking a large sip of his old fashioned.

“You’ve never gotten a private dance before?” you ask him and he shakes his head as he swallows.

“Oh, well, I’m flattered,” you giggle, taking a seat next to him, feeling him out.

“Well, while we’re in here,” you say as you place your palm on his leg, “I’m all yours,” you smile.

“All mine, huh?”

“That’s right,” you soon come realize that Aemond isn’t even sure what he wants. You take a large sip of your drink, finishing it off in one gulp.

You slowly straddle Aemond’s lap, refusing to break eye contact as you move your body to the rhythm of the song the booms through the speakers. Your palms glide over his lean chest, teasing and tantalizing as you continue to sway your hips. Aemond keeps a firm grip on the couch, his hands not leaving his sides. You reach down and take them in yours.

“You can touch me, I promise you won’t break me,” you encourage, guiding his hands up your body.

His hands run up and down your stomach, causing a fire to ignite in your belly. His touch is more gentle than what you’re used to. He uses his thumbs to swipe over the sheer fabric of your bra against your nipples. You gasp under his touch but he quickly removes his hands from you, yet you feel his cock grow harder underneath you.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, your hands flying to your breasts, instantly feeling two damp spots there. Fuck.

It’s something you know is inevitable, but it doesn’t make it any less awkward. All of your regulars are already aware of your situation, but with someone new and unsuspecting, it’s an uncomfortable conversation. You’d found a lot of men are actually turned on by it, but there is always that chance that the current one won’t be.

“I – I’m so sorry. I don’t usually confide this, erm, Aegon knows… I have a one year old who’s still breastfeeding.”

Aemond appears to be at a loss for words. You need to get up before he can reject you himself.

“Let me just—” He stares at you intently as you’re about to remove yourself from his lap. He is definitely caught off guard by your confession, but not in the negative way that you think.

“That’s no problem,” he says huskily as he composes himself, “you stay right here.” His gaze is piercing as he keeps his hands firm on your hips, the cool metal of his rings digs into your flesh as he holds you in place in his lap.

“Alright, if you’re sure,” you mutter back to him, feeling relieved.

“Oh, I’m sure,” he tells you, the bulge in his pants evidently harder than it was earlier.

You study him carefully, there is a hunger in his eye that wasn’t there before, even moments ago. It’s as if his entire demeanor has changed. You figure you can use this to your advantage.

“I don’t usually do this, but I’m making an exception,” you tell him as you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the dirty floor.

“Because I’m Aegon’s brother?” he asks.

“No, because …. I want to.”

It was true, you didn’t normally get this intimate with customers, but something about Aemond was drawing you in.

Aemond’s eye widens as you reveal your glistening nipples to him. You squeeze at your breast lightly, grinding yourself into him, and he rewards you with a moan. your thumb around your nipple, gathering some of your milk onto it before rubbing it along Aemond’s lower lip. He eagerly accepts it into his mouth, sucking it harshly, nipping at your fingertip.

“You like that?”

“Mhm,” he groans against you, releasing your thumb before leaning forward into you. He smells good, expensive cologne and nicotine. His lips find their way to your neck, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. His fingers ghost down your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You arch into him, wanting more.

He continues to move at an agonizingly slow pace, taking his time with you as his lips make their way from your throat down to your chest. Your breath hitches once his tongue finally comes in contact with your nipple, lapping at the droplets of milk there. He takes your flesh into his mouth, gently suckling, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Your mind is going hazy as arousal leaks from your core, you grind down harder on him.

Aemond continues to suckle at your breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he drinks from you with ease. His eyes are closed, his mind completely lost to the sensation of you in his mouth. Your body trembles against him and he feels it, your small whimpers and moans sending waves urging him on.

He pulls away slowly, and you wince at the loss of contact. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses across your skin as he looks up at you with glassy eyes.

You lean back, positioning yourself so that you have access to the button of Aemond’s jeans.

“Can I?” you ask.

He nods his head eagerly, unbuttoning them for you and yanking the zipper down with quickness.

You wrap your hand around his length, tugging gently as your free hand flies to the back of his head, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

You lean down to cup and squeeze his balls as he sucks at your right breast.

“Fuck, M-mommy,” he moans.

Your eyes widen at his choice of words but they stir something in you.

“You wanna be a good boy and cum for mommy baby?”

“Yes! I’m — I’m good,” he stutters, rutting himself up into your palm.

Your hand works quicker as he finds himself back at your chest. Drinking from you like a man starved.

A few more languid pumps of his cock and he’s shooting thick, pearly ropes into your hand. You move your hand down lower to cup and squeeze at his balls for a moment before bringing it back to your mouth, licking away the salty remnants as Aemond shoves his cock back into his pants.

As if right on schedule, the timer you set on your phone to keep track of the time goes off.

“Well, looks like our time’s up,” you say with a frown.

“Looks like it,” he replies and the air swells with tension.

You turn to leave to give him a moment to find his composure, get himself together but he yanks at your wrist.

“Wait! Let me take you out!” he blurts out at you, “on a date, a real one. Please.”

You lean up to wipe a smudge of your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth.

“This was paid for, ya know?” You say empathetically and his eye darkens.

Great. You’ve offended him.

“I know that,” he says sternly, “Just, I want to take you out. Please. Just one date.”

“One date,” you repeat.

“Yes,” he assures, his good eye gleaming.

“Okay.”

You give Aemond your phone number and you let him add his to your phone.

“I will text you,” he assured before he goes to exit the room. You follow him out and watch as he makes his way back to Aegon who is bright eyed and clapping at his brother.

You make eye contact with Aegon and he mouths something to you that you are unable to decipher.

What have you gotten yourself into?

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🥺👉👈 ridoc who falls head over heels in love with violets twin who is autistic and he's an absolute sweetheart to her, and helps her when she needs something and protects her.

Also their dragons are mated and aotrom is very over protective of her.

I had so much fun writing this. I hope this was written well. As a parent of an autistic child (diagnosed) and as someone who suspects herself and her other child are AuDHD but in the process of getting diagnosed, I really tried to represent this well. I also think in the Fourth Wing universe, at least in Basgaith, many mental differences are shunned or looked down upon, so I went that angle with this fic. Please give me feedback on how I did with this request. I also have some ideas for a part two so let me know if you'd like that! Thank you for your request though! I had a lot of fun working on it. :)

Own Worst Enemy - Ridoc x Sorrengail!Reader

Warnings: violence, death, dragon mate possessive behaviour

Word Count: 4,274

I sat quietly next to Violet, as she interacted with her- our friends. As much as they assured me that I was just as included as her, I’d never really felt that way. I wasn’t like her. I didn’t know what to say, what to do? Always feeling a little bit lost when the group was together, like I was one step behind, too busy analyzing everyone to add my own input into conversations. Sometimes it felt like they only put up with me because I was Violet’s twin, and not nearly as breakable as her.

I was good with schoolwork and okay with challenges, at least good enough to hold my own and take minimal injuries; and my joints are stronger than hers, not popping and breaking under pressure. Perks of being a fraternal twin I guess. Our DNA isn’t identical. No, something else in me feels broken. Something deeper. More substantial. Something I never talked about with anyone, ever.

Violet has asked before, in my moments of weakness, when everything is too much and I can’t hide. But I always am able to reign it back in then, hide it all behind a smile and recite lines I know will appease her worry. After all, the mask I wear protects me, especially growing up in a family where weakness isn’t tolerated. Even Dad, who saw straight through me. He expected me to reign it in too. Taught me in his own ways how to know what to say, how to make people look away, how to breathe when it was too much. Yet he still expected me to conform, to act like everything was okay. Like I wasn’t broken and weak minded.

I was a good actress at least. Everyone just thought I was quiet and reserved. And they never looked too hard at me, letting me fall into the background. I preferred it that way, it was much easier.

Everyone, except Ridoc Gamlyn, of course. He was always right there. In my space, but somehow, I never minded it. Maybe because with Ridoc, it didn’t matter what I said, he just accepted it. When I missed an unwritten social rule, he just smiled and responded, somehow getting what I was trying to say instead of harping on how I said it. He was annoying at times, always a bit loud, but he could say or do whatever he felt like with no reservations, easily breaking through my walls like no other could. Not even my own sister. I was honestly a bit jealous.

Ridoc wouldn’t let me fade either, prodding me to talk with him while the others were occupied in their own conversations. His voice usually quieter in those moments when he was trying to get me to reconnect, asking the oddest questions about whatever I was working on. It worked though, making my mind settle as I answered whatever he’d asked me, the casual back and forth grounding me, easing my anxiety over messing up.

He could see me. Really see me, like nobody ever had. It didn’t take me long to understand though, as I quickly became interested in trying to figure him out. Nobody really saw him either. Seeing what he wanted them to see. The loud, boisterous, sexually overconfident man he let everyone see wasn’t all of him. He didn’t let them see his worry over schoolwork, or over whatever current obstacle we were being thrown as new riders (currently the gauntlet) or his disappointment when a night of fun never became anything more, even if his conquest came back, it was never more than for another round. It was such a carefully crafted act that nobody thought to ask questions, nobody seeing that there was even an act to catch.

Nobody could see. But I could. And he knew I could, giving me a knowing smile in his moments of weakness, but I never knew what to say to make it better. I don’t really think he wanted any sympathy, hence the mask that mirrored my own. He interested me though, so completely different than the others. Even though that’s what he wanted, I could never truly look away. Not when he’d become my biggest source of safety in this death college.

Always pushing me on the mat, giving me pointers on how to improve. Walking with me when I needed a moment, my body feeling restless. Talk about my books, even the smutty ones, maybe especially the smutty ones. He’d grin and let me talk for hours, sitting on his bed in the men’s dormitory as we talked quietly. He’d glare at any of the other men who looked at us too long, daring them to say something. To make one move towards me. None ever did. And he always listened, asking questions that actually made me think, or that would lead me to another tangent.

Ridoc Gamlyn was an enigma I could barely understand, so I too hung around. Maybe it was the same for him. Maybe we were both just trying to figure the other out, never quite getting there. Never quite understanding. But accepting. Always accepting.

“I think, maybe you could bounce back and forth up the chimney. Your joints aren’t as weak as Violet’s so if you get enough speed and momentum…” He trailed off, as he watched me nudge my sausage across my plate. “Y/N?”

I met his warm brown eyes for a moment before my eyes quickly returned to my plate, torturing my sausage again. “I get what you’re saying. It’s worth a try.” It was presentation day, and this was my last try after all. Violet had told me her plan, but it wouldn’t work for me. If both of us pushed the rules like that, then one of us would definitely be disqualified. It was her plan, so I told her I’d already found another way. Lied through my teeth, but she’d let it go so it must’ve been convincing enough.

“C’mon, you’ll make it.” He assured, like there was no possibility I wouldn’t. “After all, my best friend isn’t a weakling.”

The twisting in my gut wasn’t unfamiliar, it happened every time he mentioned us as being friends. Why? I wasn’t quite sure, and it was one of the few things I refused to ruminate on. I refused any negative emotion when it came to Ridoc, too afraid to let anything take hold and then let the emotions push away my only solace in this place.

“Yeah.” I sighed. Then forced a smile as I met his gaze again, holding it this time. “Just want it to be over with.”

He smiled, moving some hair out of my face, the annoying strand of hair that always refused to stay in my crown of braids. “I know you do. And you’re gonna kick ass, and then in two days, we’re gonna get dragons and be certified badasses.” He sent me a big grin and I sighed, looking away to hide the smile blooming on my lips. I speared the sausage on my fork and plopped it in my mouth, finishing my breakfast.

“Yeah, yeah. Can’t get rid of me that easy.” I joked and with a quick glance from the corner of my gaze I saw his smile widen.

“Exactly Sorrengail. You’re stuck with me. Forever.” I laughed, before standing, Ridoc quickly following me. “Besides, I haven’t heard about the end of that dark romance you’ve been reading. It’s just started getting good. And I won’t have the patience to read it myself if you go and die on me.”

“Glad to see I have some use.” I snorted at him, my body relaxing the moment we’d gotten to the hall. The noise of the cafeteria fading the further we got from it. Finally, I could actually hear myself think now.

“Oh don’t be like that! You’re smarter than Violet, and that’s saying something.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“No, I just watch more than she does. It’s easier to put things together when I don’t have to worry about holding a conversation at the same time.” I countered and he chuckled, pinching my side and making me squirm away. I still giggled against my will though. “Plus the photographic memory helps.” I snorted out another laugh when he poked me again. “Stop that!”

“Okay. Okay.” He relented, giving me a goofy grin and shoving his hands in his pockets. I knew that was the only way he’d be able to not touch me as he tried to honor my wishes. Ridoc never really could seem to keep his hands to himself when he was near me. Especially when he was nervous. “Don’t discount yourself though. You’re brilliant. Own it.”

“Shut it Gamlyn. I’ve got enough to worry about.” I sighed, taking in his expression before bumping his shoulder with my own. “Don’t need to worry about me okay? I won’t die today.”

The anxiety in his eyes faded, replaced with all consuming warmth as I was stuck in his gaze. He opened the door ahead of us, not saying a thing.

Ridoc’s POV

I held the door for her, warmth pulling at me as her gaze never faltered. I believed her, after all, it wasn’t often that she lied to me. In fact, she was usually unabashedly honest with me. A fact I was grateful for. She hid herself from the rest of our friends, her sister, but couldn’t hide from me.

Her brilliant mind fascinated me, she was amazing in her own unique ways. How the others couldn’t see it was beyond me. She was definitely the strongest, and smartest of us. I just wish they could see that, that she could see that, just once. She finally rolled her eyes, moving through the door as her cheeks went pink and my chest swelled with pride.

She was beautiful, in every way, and I'd been hopelessly pining after her since that first night when we’d been assigned to the same squad. When she’d finally met my gaze with those pretty y/e/c eyes of hers, catching me in a trance as she looked through me. Past my confident facade, straight to my core, past all the bullshit I wore like armor. But then she didn’t call me out like most would have, just cocked an eyebrow at me, and looked away. Like it was some secret that she was electing to keep for me.

I’d been practically begging for her attention since, especially after I’d figured out that she was pretending too. That she hid herself, afraid of the inevitable rejection too. But she didn’t play pranks, pretend to be stupid and refuse any feelings too painful to address. No she refused everyone, never letting anybody too close to be able to hurt her. Only letting the rest of our friends close enough to see what she deemed the useful parts of herself, but never close enough for them to really see her. But she let me. And I knew it was because she saw our similarities.

I was broken from my thoughts when we made it to the gauntlet, and fear seized my heart. As quickly as it’d taken over, it was gone because Y/N shoved my shoulder with hers again, sending me a bright smile.

“We’ve got this Ridoc.” It was simple, yet wholly convincing.

“We’ve got this.” I repeated, squeezing my hands into fists in my pockets to keep them still. To keep them from pulling her into my arms, and never letting go.

Y/N’s POV

I made it. I fucking made it! Shock seized me as Ridoc’s bellows rang in my ears, not quite hearing it even though his words echoed through me. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, spinning me around as he held me in a bone crushing grip. He set me back on the ground but didn’t let go, burying his head in my shoulder.

“You made it.” He whispered, and I nodded, tears pricking in the corner of my eyes as emotion flooded through me. Everything was suddenly too much as I hid my face in his chest. Breathe in. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

“I made it.” I whispered back, squeezing him from where my arms were wrapped around his neck.

We made it through presentation as well. Though several of the less savory of our squad couldn’t say the same for themselves. None of the dragons really stood out to me, a hollow feeling in my chest as I walked off the flight field. I won’t be chosen. I knew none of those dragons would choose me, deep in my soul. I didn’t say anything though, not until I was sitting criss-cross with my back leaning on his pillows and headboard as I watched him sharpening his sword, talking about needing to be ready for threshing.

“Did you-“ I paused when he quieted and glanced up at me, “Did you feel any of their approval?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“The dragons?” He asked, putting down the stone in his hand and setting the sword to the side. Damn him, he must’ve noticed my shift in mood, deciding to focus on me completely now. I nodded. He thought a moment, his face shifting into contemplation, a look I couldn’t help but find so handsome. “Not really. There was those greens that crowded your sister. But I was terrified of them. Maybe that brown one, towards the end, that was annoying the others? Rolling all around them. He was funny. But I don’t know, none of them really jumped out at me.”

He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off that brown. I remember following behind him, watching him as he had softly chuckled at the dragons antics. For him to have brought it up again…maybe he was just lying to me, or himself, but he’d definitely had a connection to that dragon. My heart dropped.

He must’ve seen it too because he sighed, before crawling over and wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me into his side, and I leaned my head on his chest. “You are gonna get a dragon tomorrow. I just know it. Maybe your dragon just isn’t sure about you yet.”

“Comforting.” I snorted, voice devoid of emotion.

“Look, I know I haven’t convinced you, and you’ll be thinking some awful things about yourself now.” He paused, sighing and looking unsure of himself as he tried to find the right words to soothe me. Failing, but he’s cute, trying like that. “Just trust that I know, more than I’ve known anything that you will get a dragon tomorrow. If any of us deserves one, it’s you.”

The raw honesty in his voice made my heart race, and despite myself, his words gave me an inkling of hope. Hope that he was right. That there really was a dragon out there who could accept me, despite my shortcomings. Hope that a dragon would find me worthy.

“Thanks Ridoc.” I mumbled, and hoped that he’d hold me just a little longer as I worked to pull myself back together.

He did.

Ridoc’s POV

I wandered the woods, my mind occupied with Y/N and her show of weakness last night. She never let the facade fall that completely before, she was scared. More scared than she’d been for the gauntlet. Afraid a dragon wouldn’t want her. I frowned as I hid behind a tree as a red passed by. I knew that one wasn’t mine, but luckily it either hadn’t noticed me or decided to spare me instead.

I’d felt a tug all afternoon as I wandered the forest, coaxing me further and further inwards, where I knew that brown was waiting. I’d meant what I said last night, it’d only been once I’d left my friends that I felt the tug. But Y/N had caught what I hadn’t last night, in that way that only she does, already knowing the brown had intended on choosing me.

I finally started moving again, lost thinking about Y/N. Too lost to notice the forest shifting in front of me, until a deep male voice rang through my head, ‘Oh come on! You didn’t even notice me!”

I jumped back two feet, suddenly seeing two large golden eyes staring at me from a large brown swordtail that was hanging from a particularly large tree. A tree that still looked like it was about to buckle under the weight of him.

“S-sorry.” I stuttered out.

The brown jumped from the tree, landing on the ground and sending me staggering from the shockwaves. ‘I suppose I’ll forgive you. Only cause you’re so worried about her. Call me Aotrom, I’ll give you my full name later. You’re mine now.’ He sniffed at me as he circled me, before settling in front of me again, looking proud of himself.

“You mean Sorrengail? Y/N?” I specified, remembering Violet was out here too.

The dragon made a sound, that sounded suspiciously like a snort. ‘Who else? Your mate of course.’

My body froze as my mouth fell open in shock. “She’s not! We’re not-“ I shook my head. “She’s my friend.”

He tilted his head, looking confused. ‘Oh? I thought…’ He sounded confused too, thinking, before his face lit up again, tail wagging back and forth. ‘I see! Eve did say she thought you two hadn’t acted on it yet when I shared my memories with her. I guess she’s right!’

My mind was swimming. This-my dragon, Aotrom, was unlike any other dragon we’d learned about. That was for sure. And he thought me and Y/N were mates??? “Who’s Eve?” I finally let the words out and the dragon puffed his chest out as he straightened with obvious pride.

‘My mate of course.’

Y/N POV

I kept a hand over my mouth as an orange slinked by, sniffing the air. I willed my traitorous heart to slow, afraid that the nasty looking dragon would hear my heartbeats and try to eat me. Eventually he slinked out of view, and I let out a small breath as I continued on my way.

I still felt that hollowness. No pull anywhere as I wandered around aimlessly. I’d run into a dozen different dragons now, and felt nothing from any of them.

I silently wondered if Ridoc had found that brown swordtail. I wondered if Rhi and Violet had found theirs too. If Sawyer would finally get his own. If I would be forced to repeat the year as well, and start over next year.

I paused when I heard a rustling in the bushes, but before I could hide, one of the other cadets strode out. It was one that hung by Barlow, not in his inner circle but itching to move his way in and appease the cruel man. He was tall and fit, definitely a foot taller than me. I palmed my daggers as he stared at me, cruel grin forming as he looked me up and down.

“The quiet Sorrengail twin.” He hissed and I glared.

“Won’t earn you any points with Barlow killing me.” By sheer will my voice was strong.

“Oh, but it will weaken her, and Barlow will approve of that if he hasn’t killed her by the end of the day.” My heart raced at his words as I steeled myself for the fight ahead of me. He wasn’t backing down now.

He ran four steps raising his sword and was about to swing when air rushed around me, and then suddenly he was lifted off the ground, a giant scorpion tail sticking out his back and through his chest. With a flick of the tail his body flew behind me.

But I was frozen in fear. Standing in front of me was a dragon, with navy blue scales and bright green eyes narrowed on me, assessing. Waiting for what my response would be. It’s tail moved slowly now, curling around its body, which gave me some hope that this dragon didn’t plan on killing me. Yet at least.

“Thank you.” I whispered, lowering my gaze as my thoughts went wild. There weren’t supposed to be any blues out here today.

‘I came because my mate wished to take a rider, that’s all.’ Her voice was majestic, beautiful and commanding, filling my head and making my eyes snap back to hers. She was talking to me…but that meant… ‘Yes, Strategist, I agree with my mate’s assessment. You are worthy of being mine, despite your worries. He may have been selfish, having chosen his own already, but he had assured me that you would do me proud young warrior. Now, climb on, before I change my mind.’

She chuffed out a puff of air in my face and I chose not to argue and climb atop the small blue dragon. She wasn’t the smallest of the ones we’d seen during presentation, but she definitely wasn’t the largest, I noted as I climbed on top of her.

She grumbled. ‘I am only 21!’ She hissed out the words irritated with my…thoughts. Great she can read my mind. ‘I will grow with time! I’ll be bigger than Aunt Sgaeyl even! Just you watch!’

So don’t mention her size. Noted. Wait, Sgaeyl? Riorson’s dragon???

‘My name is Eventhasil, but you may refer to me as Eve.” Then she was launching into the air not a second after I had thoroughly settled into the seat, ignoring my mental question of her lineage. I gripped her tightly with my thighs, hanging on for dear life. Once she leveled out, not jostling me at all anymore, I was able to actually enjoy the wind flowing through my hair. Joy flooded me and tears welled up again. I was actually chosen.

‘That is a habit we will have to kill with prejudice. Your doubt in yourself is sickening.’ Though her words were harsh, I think that was supposed to be encouraging.

‘What about your mate?’ I asked, changing the subject. ‘What’s he like? Who has he chosen?’ It would be nice to know exactly which cadet I’m now tied to for the rest of my life.

‘He approaches.’ She says simply, her voice going quiet as she speeds up, forcing me to hold tighter as a brown tried to catch up. Were they…racing? ‘Yes, and if Aotrom wins he’ll be insufferable. Hold tight.’ Determination laced her tone as she tightened her movements racing towards the flight field at top speed, easily outflying the brown as she flung her wings out at the last minute, landing quickly. I was nearly flung from my seat with the maneuver, but with luck and my muscles locking, I was able to hold on. The brown landed thirty seconds later, towering over Eve as he snapped at her face playfully. She snapped back at him, narrowly missing his neck as her tail swung behind us.

But then another dragon landed on her other side and the brown lurched forward, growling low in his throat as he eyed the other male, his swordtail curling around Eve protectively.

She, however, sat calmly amidst his display of possessiveness. Almost…bored?

‘Overpossessive male.’ She explained, irritation lacing her tone. ‘Male dragons are known to be volatile towards any potential threats in the first few years of establishing a mate bond. And Aotrom is very…determined to keep me as his.’ An obvious affection was laced in her last words. The other male backed away, submitting to Aotrom’s dominance and claim, eyes and head down as he moved out of range. Only when the male had moved a sufficient distance away and Aotrom relaxed, turning to his mate again did I see his rider. Ridoc. Holy shit! Ridoc!

Happiness bubbled within me. There was no one better to be tied to! Holy shit. And he looked unharmed, thank the gods.

‘Go speak with him.’ Eve somehow sounded…teasing? ‘He’s relieved that Aotrom had told the truth when he told him that you were safe. As if I’d ever let harm come to what’s mine.’ She snorted at the last sentence and I laughed.

‘I’m glad he’s okay too.’ I sent her way as I climbed down.

The moment my feet hit the ground they lifted again, as Ridoc’s arms wrapped around me and swung me around. “We both got dragons! We’re both riders!” His voice was full of joy as he put me on my feet again. “We made it Y/N! We made it!” His hands moved to my cheeks, and I was frozen as euphoria took over his gaze, and then in a split second, his mouth was on mine.

Moving, kissing, me. I slowly moved back holding onto the moment as my heart burst. My crush was kissing me. Tongue slipping into my mouth as he pulled me to him, pine and male and Ridoc taking over my senses completely as I lost myself in him.

This moment was perfection.

And then it was ruined, by Sawyer calling our names, obviously not able to really see us yet. Ridoc jumped back, looking panicked and my heart lurched. Did he not mean to do that? His eyes scanned mine as he backed up.

“Talk later?” He asked, and I froze. He froze too, hands hovering over my waist. “Y/N? Talk later yeah?”

I nodded, words catching in my throat as Eve growled in my mind. But she said nothing.

“Yeah.” I whispered, putting on a smile as our friend greeted us.

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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 2 days ago

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Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 112 (Part 1)... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

THIS CHAPTER WAS BOTH FUN & FUNNY!!! 😆 Plus, IT'S ANOTHER MUTI-PARTER!?!? 😵 (We haven't had a chapter split into multiple parts since Mission 67, back in 2022!! 😌)

That's right folks, we got ourselves another chapter split into parts, and it's a fun one so far!! 😄 Endo has done this three times before this chapter with Missions 58 (2 parts), 62 (3 parts), and 67 (2 parts); so now I wonder how many parts will this chapter have (my guess is that it's gonna be a two parter...! 👌😌) But enough of all that mumbo jumbo that probably only I care about, let's finally talk about the chapter in question, shall we...? 😉

So this chapter begins with Twilight trying to wake up Anya because it's time for her to return to Eden...!! 😲

But... Since Anya is freaking relatable AS HELL, she doesn't want to go and tries to come up with anything to get out of going back to school, even claiming to be sick...!! 👌😌 Loid, of course, doesn't believe her, but since Yor is the best mom ever, she wants to make absolutely sure that Anya isn't actually sick, which leads to this:

This family, I swear... 😌

At school, Anya (who actually thought about this before Twilight woke her up) tries to find out from Damian if his dad can truly read minds by asking "What's your dad like? Is he super scary?", but...:

...It didn't really work, so Anya gave up immediately... 😅 This girl, I swear...!! 😌

Then, two of Anya's classmates come to greet her and Becky, AND NOW THEY FINALLY HAVE NAMES!! 😆

We've seen Connie and Meg pop up in several other chapters before this one, but now they are officially out of the "Characters Who Have Shown Up Multiple Times, But Don't Have A Name" Club...!! 🎊 And I'm especially excited that Connie has a name now because she was featured in one of the early Omakes and even Franky commented on her (as seen in the image below):

Which in turn had made me wonder if Anya and her would eventually become friends at some point...!! 😄 Well, that time might be now because Anya was just reminded that she and everyone else will all be in different classes now (though, Becky specifies that they'll only be in different classes for the subjects that were on the test, so at least they'll still have some classes together...!)

Speaking of which, we see that Anya and Damian have at least have Language Studies together, so that's good...!! 😁 Then, Anya heads to her next class with a bunch of new faces and some that we recognize, including Arnold Crowley and Connie, who got pushed by someone, then Anya read her mind and well...:

...She's actually kinda scary...! 😰

So um, yeah... I'm not 100% sure if her and Anya will be friends quite yet...! 😅 Then, we get introduced to two other kids; some prince from the north named Tertius...:

...And this kid...:

...Who might've just become a favorite of mine...!! 😆 (I think that he's pretty dang funny so far...!! 😂)

Closed Eyes Kid apparently flicked a booger onto that Tertius kid and now he's got to GET RID OF THE EVIDENCE before anyone notices...!! 😎:

So when Closed Eyes Kid tried to get rid of the booger on Tertius' face, Tertius just kept dodging him, and now it seems that these two are gonna fight each other...!! 😵

And that's the end of the chapter!! Anya is sure having an eventful day on first day back at Eden...!! 😌

This chapter was really fun, I loved it!! 😄 I honestly hope that Anya makes some new friends, especially with Closed Eyes Kid (he's my favorite so far 😁), Connie (maybe? 🤷) and possibly Arnold Crowley (he actually seems like a pretty nice kid so far...! 👌😌)

So yeah, I'm excited for the next half of this chapter and pretty sure that it's just gonna be a two parter (though, who knows at this point because I never know what Endo is gonna do...!! 😌) Anyway, until the next Mission; take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATER ALLIGATORS!! 👋😁

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mellosdrawings · 1 day ago

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hihi! I would like to know how you see/feel about the dynamic of the Tweels and Azul, if you don't mind sharing of course!

Hi o/

Sorry, this one took me a minute, I was trying to figure out the best way to explain my feelings about their relationship but... I realized that while I was unable to give a name to KaliJami but was able to explain the relationship, here I am unable to even explain the Octatrio's relationship.

They're best friends who would do anything for each other without needing any explanation, but they also would sell each other for a corn chip. The Tweels are Azul's first friends and also his most consistent bullies. They keep saying they're not friends but nobody around them believes it.

And, you know, I actually like how their vibe is "as long as we're having fun, we're staying together". Relationships don't have to last forever to be cherished. It's perfectly fine to stop frequenting who was once a dear friend if the relationship ends up not being enjoyable anymore. People change and so do their relationships, and that's a healthy mindset to cling to the fun and not force yourself into something that doesn't fit you anymore (in my opinion, at least.)

Though I have a feeling that, for the Tweels, it might come from a shaky family situation. Like Cater who can't will himself to have friends because he keeps moving, so he can't imagine a long lasting relationship whatsoever, I think the Tweels who might come from a family that has some kind of criminal background might approach their relationships in a "that won't last, but at least we'll have fun while it does". They're kinda the opposite of Cater in that regard. All of them are ready for their relationships to stop at any moment, but Cater has a darker view of it and refuses to open up while the Tweels are more nonchalant and try to get the most out of their relationships. The difference might come from the Tweels having each other anyway while Cater has a strained relationship with even his sisters.

Going on a tangent here: a thing I've come to realize is that Azul shows his love the same way the Tweels do. Lemme explain.

The one person we have seen Azul interested in is Jamil. He's shown it in forever bothering him and inviting him to join him and completely disregarding any complaint or refusal Jamil throws his way.

Feels familiar? That's how Floyd approaches Riddle too. That's also how the Tweels approached Azul at first. We don't have that much backstory but we do have an example of Azul trying to drive them away, and them not listening at all and continuing to come bother him until they have carved a place at his side.

I'm personally of the opinion that Azul learned his love language from the Tweels, because it was the only example of (lasting) friendship that he's ever had.

There's also the whole debt thing to take into account. Azul needs to feel unindebted, he cannot stand owing things to others. That's just how it is. The Tweels though would totally do whatever they need to have whatever they want, no matter the debts. But they do play by Azul's rule. Sometimes they even use it against Azul to gain favors from him. Though most of the time it feels like they're indulging him by asking favors when they just wanted to help him. It's a fine line, a fine balance, just like everything else.

The OctaTrio is just always on the cusp of being perfectly in sync with each other, using each other's strength and weaknesses to the best so they could all get what they want, while also being perfectly terrible to each other, literally just using each other for their own gain. It's a very interesting relationship and maybe one of the most balanced and precise out of every other relationships. They're just... in sync.

And contrary to KaliJami, those three can very well work on their own without needing each other. They constantly do their own things, decide to ditch the others because they have something better to do elsewhere, etc.

All three of them say they are into this relationship purely out of personal gain. And, yeah, I'm sure they're getting a lot out of it and they even get to be selfish while still working well together. Buuuuut...

I mean, come on, the Tweels keep coming to Azul's rescue. They were super worried when the anemones disappeared and discovered Azul overblotted. Boys aren't hiding their feelings as well as they think. And Azul isn't any better.

You know what, I think I finally figured it out. I finally know what to call their relationship, despite my introductory statement.

They're siblings.

Azul has pretty much been adopted by the Tweels. Being selfish morons ready to throw each other under a bus while also going on a rampage as soon as a bully decides to target one of yours is 100% sibling-coded. And I'd know it, I almost got into a fistfight because my lil bro got punched once. And I'm usually ready to punch him myself.

The OctaTrio are siblings who know their relationship might not last forever, but who have nonetheless decided to make the most out of it.

#i feel like I should precise that I myself move a lot all the time #so Im used to starting and ending friendships very fast #that might be why I get those vibes from the Tweels and empathize so much with Cater #but my outlook on short friendships is that they're just as worthwhile as lifelong friendships #i think something short is just as important as something that lasts #damn that got long again even though I thought I had less to babble about compared to KaliJami #i just love dissecting characters and relationships too much #and I love the OctaTrio they're the ones who had me start the game #twisted wonderland #twst #octatrio #analysis #ask me anything

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waynes-multiverse · 2 days ago

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Oh, I'm so giddy to read this chapter, I'm squealing 😆😆😆

Dean had kissed you back. And not in some startled, accidental way. No, he kissed you like he meant it. Like one of those cocky heroes in the guilty pleasure romance novels you kept hidden on your bookshelf. Hands gripping you like he couldn’t bear to let go. Like he wanted to devour you. Your stomach flipped. For a second—just a second—you let yourself remember the way his lips had felt, the roughness of his stubble, the way he had pulled you closer, like— Nope. Absolutely not.

I loved this entire inner monologue and her reliving everything (plus that nasty hangover lol)! I'm glad she realized Dean kissed her back, though. Wondering if their first meeting will be awkward as hell or if they get over it quickly. Since there's smut in this chapter, I'm guessing the latter 😂🫶

You’d had too much to drink. You were disappointed, frustrated, and let’s be real—desperately overdue for a good lay. And Dean? Well, he was there. Familiar. Safe. Willing.

Yes, but what were his motivations, you fool!!! I yell at the screen, into the void where these idiots will never hear me...

It wasn’t some deep, long-suppressed thing.

Uh... Yeah, it is!!! I swear, Abbie, I will not survive this series. The amount of times I wanted to slap her in this scene... 😂🤌

Dean was already there, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand, his gaze unfocused.

Oh, homeboy's been brooding, I see 😆

I absolutely love this little tidbits about their past and their friendship and their families. You can feel the familiarity and love between them 🩵

Your eyes lit up when you pulled out a tub of rocky road ice cream.

Always rocky road! That's the hill I die on! 🫶

And just then, as if on cue, the TV blared Joey Tribbiani’s infamous line: "Joey doesn’t share food!"

10/10 for Friends references 😆⭐️ (And I saw your gif at the end – this scene has been living rent-free in my head since it first aired lmao)

His expression was raw, wrecked—like you had all the answers, and he was desperate for them.

Loved this line!

“I don’t want to think about politics right now,” you confessed breathlessly against his lips.

This wasn’t about feelings or what-ifs. This was heat and need, two people chasing a high neither of them was willing to resist.

Oooof, that smut was deliciously hot, friend 😮‍💨🔥 And still so sweet and loving and caring in between 🥹 Their connection and chemistry is undeniable. Get married and have kids already lol

“The way I see it, neither of us wants the hassle of a relationship,” you continued, keeping your tone light, matter-of-fact. “I mean, you’ve said it yourself—you don’t do relationships. And I’ve kind of… given up on the idea.” You gestured vaguely between you. “So why not just—enjoy this? No strings, no expectations. Just… fun.”

I knew it was going there obviously from the title of this story, but Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I wanna kill these sweet little idiots 😂😂😂

I'm done (for now lol). It's been a great pleasure yelling at you this week, Abbie! Can't wait to do it next week all over again 😆🩵🩵🩵

The Arrangement - Part Two

Pairing: Dean x reader

Summary: It's the morning after, you and Dean are both reeling, respectively, from the previous night. Can you both overcome the incident, or is more trouble awaiting?

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings/Tags: SMUT!!! (18+ONLY!!!) The usual angsty thoughts, will these two ever get it? Swearing

AN: Happy hump day! 🐫 We're still only just brushing the surface with these two, but I hope you enjoy ☺️.

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The next morning, you woke with a painful groan, the pounding in your skull like a jackhammer. Even with your eyes still shut, you could feel the dull, relentless ache radiating through your entire head. When you finally pried them open, you grimaced at the sticky sensation of last night’s makeup clinging to your lashes.

Rolling onto your back, you immediately regretted it—your stomach lurched in protest, reminding you exactly why you were never drinking again. Not this time. Not after this hangover. The night felt like a blur, fragments slipping through your fingers as you struggled to piece them together.

The first thing that came back was your awful date. Monday was going to be awkward as hell at work, but you didn’t regret a damn thing. The look on his face after you ruined his expensive white dress shirt with that tasteless glass of rosé— the one he ordered for you—was worth it. A smirk tugged at your lips at the memory.

Then you remembered heading to the bar to see Jo and Ellen. Like always, you and Jo went one drink too far.

Something nudged at the back of your mind, a strange pulse in your chest as you reached for the rest of the night. The fog lifted slightly as your phone buzzed on your nightstand, but it wasn’t the screen that caught your attention. It was the bottle of Tylenol and the glass of water sitting beside it.

And just like that, everything came crashing back.

Oh God.

You kissed Dean.

Your headache surged as if your body was punishing you for your stupidity. You kissed your best friend. Were you really that desperate? That starved for affection that you had to go and make a move on Dean of all people?

But then—amidst the spiral of regret and sheer mortification—another thought surfaced.

Dean had kissed you back.

And not in some startled, accidental way. No, he kissed you like he meant it. Like one of those cocky heroes in the guilty pleasure romance novels you kept hidden on your bookshelf. Hands gripping you like he couldn’t bear to let go. Like he wanted to devour you.

Your stomach flipped. For a second—just a second—you let yourself remember the way his lips had felt, the roughness of his stubble, the way he had pulled you closer, like—

Nope. Absolutely not.

You shook your head, pushing the thought away. It wasn’t a big deal. It couldn’t be.

You’d had too much to drink. You were disappointed, frustrated, and let’s be real—desperately overdue for a good lay. And Dean? Well, he was there. Familiar. Safe. Willing.

That was all.

It wasn’t some deep, long-suppressed thing. It wasn’t because you’d been secretly wondering about him for years, how the way he touched you, kissed you, made every single rumour you’d heard about him feel a hell of a lot more believable.

The whispers. Those hushed conversations in the school hallways. The restroom stalls where Karen Jones once gushed about your best friend’s talented mouth and fingers.

How on the rare occasion Dean had brought someone home, well… you weren’t proud to admit that the muffled sounds through the walls had left you pressing your thighs together, wondering just what he was doing in there to make them moan like that.

No. Nope. Dean was your best friend. That was sacred.

The idea of being anything more? Terrifying.

And besides, he’d been drinking, too.

That’s all it could be.

Dean didn’t look at you like that. Not really. He would’ve done the same with any other girl, right? It wasn’t special. It didn’t mean anything.

And the best thing to do now? Pretend it never happened. If Dean brought it up, you had the perfect excuse—"I was drunk, I had no idea what I was doing."

Yeah. That would work.

You sighed, scrubbing a hand over your face before reaching for the Tylenol. The mirror across the room reflected the mess you’d become—wrinkled dress, tangled hair, smudged makeup making you look half-raccoon.

First things first. A hot shower.

Then, you’d figure out how to face Dean without losing your goddamn mind.

Stepping out of the shower, you felt marginally more human—though your headache still throbbed behind your eyes, and the exhaustion clung to your bones. You wrapped yourself in a towel, rubbing at your damp hair with another as you padded into your room. Every movement felt sluggish, like you were wading through molasses.

Maybe coffee would help.

You threw on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, too drained to care about much else. The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted into your room as you cracked open the door, coaxing you toward the kitchen like a siren’s call.

Dean was already there, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand, his gaze unfocused. The sunlight filtering through the blinds cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the faint crease between his brows. He looked deep in thought, his fingers curled around the ceramic like he needed something to hold onto.

Then he spotted you, and just like that, the quiet weight in the air lifted. A slow smile tugged at his lips, easy, familiar—but there was something behind it. Something you couldn’t quite place. Uncertainty? Hesitation?

"She’s alive," he teased, breaking the silence.

You rolled your eyes, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. See? This is fine. It’s normal. We can handle this.

"Barely," you muttered, shuffling toward the kitchen island.

Dean pushed off the counter, already reaching for another mug. "Figured you’d need this."

He poured you a cup and slid it toward you as you climbed onto one of the barstools, elbows resting on the counter, head in your hands. You let out a low groan, still feeling like death warmed over.

"I swear to God, I’m gonna kill Jo for encouraging my alcoholism," you grumbled.

Dean huffed out a chuckle. "Yeah, good luck with that. She’d take you down first.”

"That’s fair," you sighed dramatically, taking a careful sip of coffee. The warmth seeped through you, dulling the sharpest edges of your hangover.

Dean leaned his hip against the counter, watching you over the rim of his mug. “Sam messaged me this morning, reminding me. Is Ellen still making her famous stuffing for Christmas next week?"

You perked up slightly, grateful for the normalcy of the conversation. Okay, good. This is good. Normal.

"Yeah, of course. She said she’s already prepping. Swore up and down she’s gonna outdo last year."

Dean smirked. "Doubt it. That was peak stuffing."

"You say that every year."

"And I mean it every year." He took another sip of coffee before tilting his head. "Bobby still threatening to deep-fry the turkey?"

You snorted. "Always. But Ellen put her foot down after the ‘grease fire incident of 1999.’"

Dean laughed, shaking his head. "Man, that was a hell of a year."

"It was a hell of a mess," you corrected. "We were still finding soot in the kitchen in February."

"Yeah, but it was worth it. Best damn turkey I ever had."

"You say that every year, too."

"And I mean it every year," he shot back, grinning.

For as long as you and Dean had been friends, your families had celebrated Christmas together. It started when you were kids, when Bobby and Ellen realised how much easier it was to combine everything into one big gathering.

Every year, you’d alternate whose house hosted—one year at the Winchesters’, the next at your place. It became tradition, something that felt as much a part of the holiday as presents under the tree.

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. The back-and-forth was easy, natural—like it always was. The conversation wrapped around you like a familiar blanket, momentarily pushing away the lingering awkwardness from last night.

See? This is fine. It’s fine.

Then the silence settled.

And suddenly, you were aware of everything.

The space between you—too small, too charged. The way his fingers curled around his coffee mug, his knuckles flexing just slightly. The way his shirt stretched over his shoulders, like you hadn’t already memorised the broad shape of him years ago.

Your eyes met his, and the second they did, your stomach twisted.

Dean didn’t look away.

And neither did you.

Your breath hitched, but you forced yourself to stay still. No sudden movements, no giving anything away. But then your gaze betrayed you—just for a second, barely a flicker—dipping down to his mouth.

Shit.

Because now you could feel it again.

The way he kissed you, rough but deliberate, like he had wanted it. The taste of whiskey, the heat of his hands, the way his fingers had curled into your hips like he was holding on for dear life.

Dean cleared his throat. Stepped back.

"I’m gonna head to the store," he said, too casual.

It took a second for the words to register. "Oh. Yeah, okay."

He hesitated—like he might ask you to come with him—but then he smirked instead, lips twitching. "Would’ve invited you, but, uh… You kinda look like the walking dead. Don’t want you cramping my style.”

Your head shot up, glare locked and loaded. "Ass."

Dean just grinned. "Try not to die while I’m gone."

Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Your fingers tightened around the coffee mug as you exhaled, long and slow, staring at the door like it might offer some kind of answer.

Yeah. You were so screwed.

By the time Dean strolled back in through the front door, the afternoon sun was already dipping beyond the horizon, casting the sky in deep hues of amber and violet—a telltale sign of the short winter days.

In his absence, you'd done your best not to dwell on the events of last night. Dean hadn’t brought it up, and you figured it was best you didn’t either. Did that stop your mind from running through every why, how, and what if on repeat? No. But for now, distraction would do.

So here you were, sprawled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching reruns of Friends while feeling sorry for yourself in more ways than one.

“Hey,” Dean greeted, kicking the door shut behind him, hands full with grocery bags. He dropped them on the island, his keys clinking against the counter. “Sorry I took so long. Had to deal with a work emergency before I could hit the store.”

You peered over the back of the couch, blinking sluggishly. “S’all good. I crashed for a bit after you left anyway.” You stretched, groaning. “I am starving, though.”

After Dean had left, for a much-needed grocery run - as you too discovered the disastrously emptiness of your fridge, all you’d eaten were two pop tarts you’d found in the back of the cupboard.

“Well, if you’re up for it, how about I whip us up some burgers?” Dean smirked, already putting things away. Your stomach growled at the suggestion. You practically salivated at the thought. Dean could grill a mean burger, and he damn well knew it.

“Oh My God, yes.” You practically moaned. Dean chuckled as you hopped up and shuffled to the kitchen, immediately snooping through the bags. Your eyes lit up when you pulled out a tub of rocky road ice cream.

“Ohh, heck yes!” Dean turned just in time to see you clutch it to your chest like treasure. Rubbing the back of his neck, he shrugged it off.

“Yeah, well… figured you’d want it. Hangover ritual and all.”

It was such a simple thing—something so Dean. But it made your chest squeeze a little tighter. Maybe it was in light of recent events, but for some reason it touched you more than it should have. And in that moment, you realised just how much Dean had always taken care of you.

Whether it was remembering your favourite ice cream, patching up your scraped knee when you fell off your bike as a kid, or offering you a shoulder when you needed one.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “Thank you,” you murmured, and you meant it.

Dean just smiled.

You cleared your throat, shaking off the sudden wave of emotions. “Need any help? I may be half a step into the land of the dead, but I am still good with my hands.” You wiggled your fingers in his face, only for Dean to swat them away with a laugh.

“Nah, I got it. But in exchange, you could give me a scoop of that.” He nodded toward the ice cream.

Your grip on the tub tightened. “But—”

Dean arched an amused brow.

And just then, as if on cue, the TV blared Joey Tribbiani’s infamous line: "Joey doesn’t share food!"

You pointed blindly in the direction of the TV. “What he said.”

For a second, there was silence—then both of you burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright,” you relented, wiping at your eyes. “You can have one tiny scoop.” You winked and left him to it.

Dean rolled his eyes, but his grin never faded as he got to work on dinner.

“Seriously, dude, you should open your own burger bar or something,” you groaned, sinking into the couch as you took another blissful bite.

Dean snorted around his own large mouthful, shaking his head. He watched as you practically melted into your seat, eyes fluttering shut, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. It was equally parts disgusting and endearing.

You had no shame when it came to food. Talking with your mouth full, letting sauce smear your chin, completely oblivious to how you looked to others. It warmed him at how comfortable you must be in his presence to not care about such things.

Like right now, you sat cross legged on the couch, your hair thrown up in a messy bun, a worn-out, oversized t-shirt, that looked vaguely familiar, hung off your figure, and you had on a pair of sweats one size too big. Your face was makeup less but even so, you were beautiful.

After devouring your burgers, you moved on to dessert, despite claiming minutes earlier that you were “way too full.”

“Theres always extra room for something sweet.” You’d claimed, giving Dean a proper bowl of ice cream instead of the pathetic spoonful you'd originally offered.

You sat side by side watching some comedy, he didn’t remember the name of. But it was all the same, a storyline he’d seen a million times but, even so, there was the odd chuckle-worthy moment.

Not long after, you reached over, setting your now-empty bowl down beside his on the coffee table and as you sat back, he noticed it.

“Hey, you got a little—” He gestured to the corner of his mouth.

“Hm?” You wiped at the wrong side.

“No, here.” He pointed again. You missed it.

Dean huffed before leaning in, swiping his thumb against the chocolate smudge himself.

You stilled.

Your wide eyes flicked up to meet his, and suddenly, he realised just how close he was. His hand still cupped your cheek, thumb lingering at the corner of your lips.

The air thickened. Your breath mingled with his.

Dean’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips out of habit. Your gaze flickered down to the motion, and his stomach clenched.

And then—he wasn’t sure who leaned in first but suddenly, your lips were pressed to his, soft and warm, more confident than last time.

Dean didn’t think—he just reacted.

One of his arms wrapped around your back, the other tilting your chin as he deepened the kiss. You melted into him, fingers threading through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp.

A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest at the sensation. You tasted like chocolate and marshmallows, sweet and sinful, and fuck—he was already addicted.

Then, as if kissing you wasn’t enough, you shifted, climbing into his lap, pressing yourself against him like you had no idea what you were doing to him. Had he died? Was this some fever dream?

Before he could fully process what was happening, before he could stop you, before he could stop himself, you settled in his lap completely. And there was no hiding what you’d stirred beneath his jeans.

But you didn’t pull away.

Instead, a soft moan escaped your lips, vibrating against his own, and fuck.

He was done for.

His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly close, and then you moved. A slow, testing rock of your hips, then another, then a third—more confident, more deliberate. Dean groaned, eyes dark and hazy with lust.

Alarm bells blared in his head, warning him to stop, to think—to rationalise what was happening, why it was happening again. But how the hell was he supposed to think straight when you were rubbing against him like that?

Fuck.

His hands slid down your back, gripping your hips like he was holding onto his last thread of restraint. And then you did it again. A shudder ran through him at the friction, his head tipping back against the couch as he looked up at you. His expression was raw, wrecked—like you had all the answers, and he was desperate for them.

Your movements slowed as you leaned in, your lips grazing his jaw, then his ear.

“Are you down for some fun, Winchester?” you husked, your voice dripping with temptation. You nipped at his earlobe, making his eyes snap shut, his grip tightening on your hips.

“What kind of fun?” he asked, playing dumb, but mostly because he needed to hear you say it.

“The naked kind.”

Dean exhaled sharply, fingers flexing against your hips, his cock aching beneath you.

“I’ve always been curious about you,” you murmured, your lips trailing back to his, teasing, just brushing.

“You have?” His voice was rough, uneven. His heart pounded, not just with lust but something deeper—something dangerously close to hope.

“I grew up with the rumours,” you admitted, pressing a slow, torturous kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ve heard the women you’ve brought home… wondered.” Another kiss. “I’m curious.”

Dean nearly groaned. The idea of you—you—wondering about him that way, thinking about what it would be like between you… Jesus.

And then you kissed him, slow and deep, and Dean was gone.

“I don’t want to think about politics right now,” you confessed breathlessly against his lips. “I don’t want to think about consequences, or what’s right or wrong. I just want you—right now. If you want me too?”

Dean knew there should be a pause, a moment to reconsider, but the second the words left your lips—combined with the way you were looking at him like he was something to be devoured—every logical thought went out the window.

Fuck it.

Instead of answering, he kissed you—hard. And when you moaned appreciatively against his mouth, all bets were off. This wasn’t about feelings or what-ifs. This was heat and need, two people chasing a high neither of them was willing to resist.

With a firm arm around your back and the other gripping your thigh, Dean stood effortlessly, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. You gasped, clinging to him, arms around his neck, legs wrapped tight around his waist. He felt everything—every inch of you pressed against him, driving him insane.

Your lips never broke apart as he carried you toward your room—the closest out of the two.

And maybe, deep down, there was a nagging voice whispering about consequences. About what this meant. But right now?

Right now, he wasn’t listening.

And neither were you.

Your mind was screaming at you.

What are you doing?

This is Dean.

But you couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to stop. You were too wound up, too sexually deprived, too drawn to the way he looked at you—like you were something sacred, something he had to taste, to touch, to have. And he was right here. Willing. Eager. His hands gripping you tight as he carried you into your bedroom, lips never leaving yours.

The door barely clicked shut before he was lowering you onto the bed, his weight settling between your legs, pressing you down into the mattress. His mouth moved over yours with aching precision, slow but deep, savouring, like he had all the time in the world. Like he wanted to take his time.

It was intoxicating.

Dean groaned as you arched up into him, his hands skimming down your sides, exploring, memorising. His lips broke from yours just long enough to kiss a trail down your jaw, your throat, sucking lightly where your pulse pounded against your skin. It made your head spin.

And then lower.

He lifted your shirt inch by inch, his calloused fingers dragging over your heated skin as he peeled it up and over your head. His breath hitched.

“Jesus.”

Dean’s eyes darkened as he took you in—bare from the waist up, nipples hardened from both the cool air and the sheer intensity of his gaze.

“Fuckin’ knew you’d be perfect,” he murmured, running his hands over your stomach, thumbs grazing just beneath your ribs.

Then his mouth was on you again.

Soft, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, a flick of his tongue just above the waistband of your sweatpants, then back up. Slow, torturous. His lips followed the curve of your ribs, his nose brushing against the underside of your breast.

Your pussy throbbed, desperate and aching, as he finally took one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking lightly, swirling his tongue around your hardened peak. Your back arched, a needy sound escaping you. He took his time, learning every sensitive spot, making you squirm, making you need.

And then he was moving again.

Dean took his time undressing you completely, peeling away your sweatpants, your panties, his hands exploring each new inch of bare skin like he was memorising a damn map.

He wanted to remember this, wanted to carve the image of you into his mind—the way your body responded to him, the way you trembled under his touch.

He shoved down any nagging thoughts, anything that whispered about how this might mean something. Not tonight. Tonight, all he cared about was this.

You.

Dean settled between your legs, kissing his way down again, teasing at your hip bone, the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You gasped as he nipped at the sensitive flesh, as he breathed against your aching core, so close yet so cruelly far.

“Dean,” you whimpered, hands threading through his hair, nails scraping lightly at his scalp.

He groaned at that, and then—

His mouth was on you.

Your whole body jerked as his tongue flicked against your clit, hot and wet and perfect. He took his time, using slow, deliberate strokes before sucking you into his mouth, making your thighs twitch, your fingers tightening in his hair.

You had never felt anything like this.

But now you understood.

Now you knew exactly what all those women had meant, why they couldn’t stop coming back for more.

Dean Winchester could ruin a girl.

And right now, you were happy to be wrecked.

Your thighs threatened to squeeze around his head, but his hands gripped your hips, keeping you open, keeping you at his mercy. He worked you relentlessly, alternating between slow, teasing licks and firm, dizzying pressure. The coil in your stomach tightened, higher, hotter—

“Dean—”

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he muttered, voice husky against your slick folds. “Let me taste it.”

That was all it took.

Pleasure crashed over you in waves, stealing the air from your lungs. You cried out, arching off the bed as your climax ripped through you, your entire body shaking. Dean groaned against you, drinking in every last bit, licking and sucking you through the aftershocks until you were trembling beneath him, completely undone.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were slick, his pupils blown wide.

And then he was kissing you again, deep and desperate, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he pressed you back into the mattress.

All too soon he pulled back, shifting onto his knees. You blinked up at him, dazed, still trembling from your release, but your breath hitched when he removed his t-shirt in one fluid, over the head motion. And then you watched in anticipation as his hands move to his belt.

He made quick work of it, the metal clinking softly in the quiet room before he popped the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down. He didn’t look away from you as he shoved them down his hips, along with his boxers.

Your mouth went dry.

Dean Winchester was beautiful.

Broad shoulders, toned stomach, strong arms lined with freckles and old scars. And lower—your thighs instinctively pressed together at the sight of him, long and thick, already so hard, flushed, the tip glistening.

Heat surged through your body, desire burning anew.

Your hands moved on their own, reaching for him, fingers wrapping around his length, feeling the weight of him in your palm.

“Jesus,” you breathed, stroking him experimentally, watching how his abs tensed, how his jaw clenched.

Dean groaned, low and guttural, but his hand shot out, gripping your wrist and stilling your movements.

“Don’t,” he gritted, his eyes almost wild as they locked onto yours. “Not now. I—” He swallowed thickly, exhaling a shaky breath. “I won’t last.”

The admission sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and the way he was looking at you—so desperate, so wrecked—made you dizzy.

Dean inhaled sharply, trying to compose himself, then rasped, “You got a condom?”

You nodded, reaching for the drawer in your nightstand. Your hands fumbled slightly as you pulled one out, but before you could tear it open, Dean’s fingers brushed yours.

“Let me,” he murmured, his voice like gravel.

You swallowed hard, watching as he ripped the foil, rolling the condom down over his length with practiced ease.

The sight alone had you clenching around nothing.

And then he was over you again, bracing himself on his forearms, his lips hovering just above yours. His eyes searched your face, softer now, less frantic.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice quieter, rough with restraint.

Your heart thundered.

But there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind.

“Yeah,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his.

Dean didn’t hesitate.

The first push was slow, stretching, filling, overwhelming. A deep, strangled groan rumbled from his chest as he sank into you completely, his forehead pressing against yours, his arms trembling as he held himself still.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “You feel so good.”

You clung to him, breathless, nails digging into his back.

He gave you a moment, then started to move—slow, steady rolls of his hips, pulling out just to push back in, his cock dragging against all the right places. The pleasure was immediate, sharp and electric.

Dean’s lips ghosted over yours, his hands gripping your hips, his movements deepening.

You could feel everything.

Every inch of him, every shuddered breath, every lingering trace of restraint slipping away with every thrust.

Your body arched into his, overwhelmed by the way he filled you, stretched you. The heat coiling in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, your nails digging into his shoulders as he drove into you at just the right angle.

“Oh, God—” you gasped, head tipping back against the pillow, eyes screwing shut.

Dean groaned, dipping his head to press his lips to your throat, sucking at the sensitive skin.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, his breath ragged against your neck. “You feel so fucking good. You—” His sentence cut off with a sharp inhale when you clenched around him.

Your whole body was alight, buzzing, your mind a mess of sensation as he thrust deep, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Dean—” His name tumbled from your lips, needy, desperate, and that was all it took.

Like a snapped tether, pleasure crashed over you, stealing the air from your lungs. You clenched around him, back arching, hands fisting the sheets as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through you.

Dean groaned at the feel of you squeezing him so tightly, his rhythm faltering.

And then he was right behind you.

His movements turned erratic, rough, as he buried himself deep with a strangled curse, his muscles going rigid. His breath stuttered, and then he was gone, undone, spilling into the condom with a deep, shuddering groan.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breaths, your hammering hearts.

Then, Dean collapsed on top of you, panting hard, his body heavy and warm, his face buried against your neck.

You felt like you were floating. Like something inside you had fundamentally changed, but you shoved the thought away, fingers absently trailing through his damp hair as you both struggled to come back down to earth.

Dean let out a breath, his lips ghosting over your collarbone. After a moment, he shifted, bracing a hand on the mattress and rolling onto his back beside you.

A beat of silence.

And then you exhaled a breathless laugh.

“Wow.”

Dean chuckled, running a hand down his face. “Yeah.”

You turned your head to look at him, still gloriously naked, his chest rising and falling steadily, his skin flushed, his hair thoroughly mussed.

There was a something beginning to bubble in your chest, something unwanted, as you looked at him and so you forced yourself to push it down. And then a thought came to mind, a very reckless, possibly disastrous, thought, but you went with it.

“So…” you started, rolling onto your side, propping yourself up on an elbow.

Dean turned his head toward you, his expression unreadable. His hair was still a mess from your fingers, his skin warm where it brushed against yours. Too close. Too easy to want more.

“What now?” he asked, his voice rough, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

You swallowed. Don’t think about how it made you feel. Don’t think about what it meant.

“Well,” you said carefully, forcing a smirk, “that was… really fucking good.”

Dean huffed a quiet laugh, mirroring your smirk. “Not gonna argue there.”

You hesitated, fingers tracing idle patterns against the sheet beneath you. Then, before you could lose your nerve, you pushed forward.

“I have a thought,” you murmured, glancing at him from beneath your lashes. “A proposition, if you will.”

Dean’s expression didn’t shift, but he hummed in acknowledgment, silently urging you to continue.

You bit your lip, playing it off like it was nothing. “We’re obviously… good at this,” you said, your voice light, teasing—though the weight in your chest begged to be acknowledged. “And we’re friends. We trust each other, right?”

Dean frowned slightly, tilting his head. “Yeah?” he drawled, curiosity flickering in his gaze.

You shrugged, forcing yourself to sound casual. “I was thinking… maybe we don’t have to stop.”

His brows lifted in surprise. That was not what he was expecting. Hell, what was he expecting? This whole situation was... He didn’t even know at this point.

Dean didn’t say anything at first, and the silence made your stomach twist. You felt the need to fill it—to justify.

The words felt wrong in your mouth, but you ignored it.

Dean’s fingers flexed where they rested against the mattress. His gaze stayed on you, unreadable, and for a second, you thought he might laugh in your face. Call you crazy. Tell you this was a terrible idea.

Instead, he exhaled softly, nodding.

“Yeah. Okay.”

You let out a breath, relieved. Ignoring the tiny voice in your head screaming this is a mistake.

Dean didn’t want more.

And if you pretended you didn’t either, you could have some part of him, at least.

Better than nothing.

You had no idea he was thinking the same damn thing.

AN: I hoped you guys enjoyed this part, things are really stating to get moving 😅, there is a lot more of this story to come, more of these two idiots not realising what is so obvious! 🥲 As always I'd love to hear what you all think? ❤️

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Slowly, you padded across the floor, stopping just outside the shower door. With one last exhale of doubt, you pulled it open and stepped inside. Dean startled, his head whipping toward you, eyes wide with a mixture of alarm and surprise. “What the—” Before he could finish, his expression twisted in pain, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Shit.” He hissed, rubbing furiously at them as soap trickled down into his lashes. Biting back a laugh, you reached for his arm and guided him under the spray, watching as the water rinsed the suds away. Okay, maybe this wasn’t quite as sexy as you had planned. When he finally blinked his eyes open, he turned to you, first in disbelief—then in something far more dangerous. His gaze darkened, sweeping over you from head to toe, and fuck. He could never get used to this. To you. Perfect. “Well, this is somethin’,” he smirked...

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palettepainter · 1 day ago

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ZOOT COUSINS DOODLE DUMP!! Lazer and Penny themed!! Sorry this one took a while, I ended up coming up with some awesome ideas on the Muppet server I'm on thanks to the help of my friends so it took me a bit to decide which doodles to post now and what to develop later

Brief lil notes on each drawing

1)Before he perused music and eventually became a DJ Lazer had a part time job working in a hair dressers his father frequented. Lazer thought about perusing it as a permanent career, but ultimately his heart was set on loud, heavy music. He helped Zephyr and Liv dye their hair when they expressed interest in trying it out

2-3)the twins as kids. Gavin (aka Lazer) has always been the more extroverted and outgoing of the two, with Penny pre her transition being the more withdrawn, quiet and antisocial one. Naturally this made Penny a target for bullying at school, which lead to Lazer getting into scuffles with classmates when standing up for her.

This was a factor that lead to Penny becoming so blunt and honest with her opinions after her transition, gaining the confidence to speak out when she sees something that she believes or is wrong, and why it is Lazer and her - despite their differences - are as close as they are

4-7) The twins's dad Carlos became close friends with Tina before his career as a presenter took off and before he became a farther, which meant that the twins would often be dragged along on trips to New Orleans when Carlos was in town visiting, which meant they were kind of forced to hang out with Teeth from an early age. Lazer and Teeth didn't become friends until later down the line when the two had started to flourish in their music careers (as a teen Teeth found Lazer to be a bit overbearing for his shyer self), but him and Penny became surprisingly understanding of each other. As teens both Teeth and Penny struggled to talk with their parents about certain things (Teeth for his dreams about music and Penny being in the closest about being trans), so overtime grew to become better at talking to each other and being their to support the other

After Penny's transition she was very nervous to see Teeth again after so long, especially given how much she had changed since they were kids. But it didn't take long for the two to hit it off as though nothing had changed and no time had passed! To this day Penny thinks of Teeth as one of her closest friends outside of family

8)Doodles of the goobers. I love Doddie's hair, drawing it all flowy is fun! Also I had an urge to draw her in Yor's iconic red jumper from Spy Family. I feel like it'd suit her! Lazer loves his pretty girlfriend very much

Doddie belongs to @posies-and-bundles

9-10) Lazer is a dad!! During the rise in his career when he began to properly grow in popularity, Lazer was getting stressed and burnt out from the workload. He had heard pets had calming affects on anxiety and stress, so brought what he believed was a kitten...turns out no, he hadn't brought a kitten. When Dubz kept growing, and especially when she sprouted wings one random day, Lazer discovered that Dubz wasn't just an ordinary pet and was more likely some weird creature like Animal. Que his panicked realisation of sudden parenthood:

"Welp guess this kid is my responsibility....oh my god- this kid is MY responsibility!!-"

Despite his panic and stress, the restless nights and anxiety, Lazer quickly grows attached to his weird little hairy baby and vice versa. He sought out support from Penny and Floyd (he and Floyd became good friends as kids), the latter of whom offered some pretty good advice for handling bizarre baby creatures, and Lazer later named her Dubz. Penny insisted she needed an actual name, so Lazer then changed it to Dubstep Gabrielle Hernandez. He wuvs his daughter so much he's such a girl dad, he takes Dubz to the shack often so Dubz can have playdates with Lottie

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imagineweasley · 3 days ago

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Steal My Girl

Draco x fem reader

summary: combining my two loves, one direction and harry potter!! a fun cute flirty angsty imagine with draco and y/n using the lyrics of "steal my girl."

y/n: your name

y/h: your house

y/c: your color

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She been my queen since we were sixteen We want the same things, we dream the same dreams Alright, alright

As cocky as Draco was, he had never expected he'd be able to get someone like you. From the moment he laid eyes on you during the first train ride to Hogwarts, he knew that he was done for. Whenever Draco would tell this story to anyone, he said that it might sound crazy that an eleven year old would know, but he doesn't care because he knew it was you, from the moment he saw you.

Over the next five years, you and Draco get close, basically joined at the hip, but he can't work up the courage to tell you. Mostly because he knew that what would come out of his mouth would be terrifying, because if he told you how he truly felt about you, he wouldn't be able to hold back. The words would spill out, how he fell in love with you when you first met on the train, how every time anything funny happened, he would wish you were there and then would tuck it into his mind to make you laugh later, how he would tell you and revel in your laughter, your gorgeous laugh. How every morning he woke up thinking of you, every daydream contained you, and every night, he fell asleep with a smile on his face, thinking about you. How he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and you two were only 16 years old. Because how crazy would that sound?

So instead of telling you, he soaks you in as your best friend. The rest of Hogwarts thanks for you this as well, because when Draco's being an asshole, there's no one who's going to shut it down faster than you, and he only listens to you. You study together, you go flying together, him giving you his Nimbus 2001 and using a borrowed Hogwarts broom so you can have the best of the best. You go on walks together when it's nice out, hole up in the common room with blankets and snacks when it's not, and nurse each other back to health when the British rain inevitably brings on the sniffles. You talk to each other about your fondest memories, your greatest fears, and life's greatest joys

It's not long until for both you, your fondest memories have become ones made together, your greatest fears have become losing each other, and your lives' greatest joys have become sharing it with each other.

Only, here's the thing. Feelings that big can never stay contained for long. One mundane day, you two are sitting in the courtyard in the spring sun, doing homework. Only he wasn't doing homework. He was watching you: the way you bite your lip when you're focusing, the way your eyebrows scrunch because you have pretty bad eyesight and sometimes after long bouts of writing, the words blur on the page. It was nice out today, but to him, today's weather felt no different than yesterday's downpour because to him, you were the sun, and as long as you were with him, everything was bright and warm.

On that day in the courtyard, the words slip out of his mouth.

"When we start our family together-"

Draco realizes a second too late what he said. It was almost like his imagination and reality had blurred together, and he's exposed himself. You look at him with some shock on your face, and he could be imagining it, but there is a knowing look in your eyes. You tell him later that this was because you had known too, that you and him were bound together, your souls were tied, and there would be a day when there would be little yous and hims running around.

So on this fateful day, you share a moment of shock, a moment of silence, and a moment when both of your walls crumble and you tackle him with a kiss, one that is six years overdue.

I got it all 'cause she is the one Her mum calls me "Love," her dad calls me "Son" Alright, alright

When you finally meet Narcissa and Lucius, you are terrified because you know how strict they are, how haughty they can be, and how strong their hatred is of anyone who is not a part of their circle.

The first meeting goes surprisingly well. You and Draco stand outside the huge doors of Malfoy Mansion, him holding your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles. He can sense your nerves, but he is calm because he knows that at the end of the day, it does not matter whether he receives approval from his parents.

He says this to you in hopes that you'll feel less like puking all over the steps. "My love, you know that no matter how this goes, it will change nothing. I love nothing more than I love you. There's no way they-" he jerks his head towards the door, "-are changing anything between us." He gives you a soft smile, and you are able to relax your shoulders and steady your breath. You smile back at him and walk in, hand-in-hand. Throughout the night, he never lets go of your hand, he doesn't even go to the bathroom even though he is bursting to go after his third glass of red wine.

At the end of the dinner, it seems you have managed to win over his parents as much as anyone can win them over. You've earned laughs from Narcissa, engaged Lucius in conversation about Quidditch, and when you and Draco rise from the table, an invitation to dinner next weekend.

Draco can't even wait one second after the door closes to grab your face and kiss you.

Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Of course, when news had broken about you two finally getting together, the overwhelming majority had not been surprised. Whispers circulate about the Prince of Slytherin and the Princess of y/h, the new power couple of Hogwarts. There's one night before your relationship is public knowledge where you and Draco are sitting in the common room with Draco's Slytherin crew and Draco mindlessly places his hand on your thigh. Crabbe and Goyle, as thick as they are, immediately notice. Goyle immediately groans and throws his head back as Crabbe cheers, and you and Draco gape in confusion. You stare as Goyle stomps up to his room and returns with a fistful of galleons, which he shoves into Crabbe, who is still prancing around the common room.

"I told you, I told you, I told you!" Crabbe chants while he sticks his tongue out at Goyle. Turns out, they had made a bet on when you two would finally get together, and it's clear who the winner is.

Whenever Draco drops you off at your classes and plants kisses on your nose before saying goodbye, everyone in the class notices. Half the guys and the girls in the room are groaning inside at having missed their chance to ask you on a study date so they can show off how smart they are and win you over, spend a day with them at Hogsmeade, or take you on a romantic walk by the lake. They're annoyed that they didn't ask you out before Draco captured your heart, but what they don't know is that there had never been a chance for them anyway, because your heart had belonged to Draco from the first moment he had made a cocky remark to you and you'd rolled your eyes, amused. Your fate had been sealed from that first smile he gave you afterwards.

Kisses like cream, her walk is so mean And every jaw drops when she's in those jeans Alright, alright

Draco's favorite part of the day was whenever he'd pick you up for breakfast. You'd prance over to him to give him a little peck, and most days, he wasn't satiated by just one. He'd pull you to him for another, and of course, you'd wrap your arms around his neck and give him a sweet, long, good-morning kiss before walking hand-in-hand to the Great Hall.

He also never missed anything, especially when it came to the looks you would get in the halls. Somehow, you made walking down the hall a fashion show; the uniform sat on your curves perfectly, and even though everyone wore the same thing, you just looked different. Even on days where you got zero sleep and couldn't be bothered to do anything more than throw your hair up in something that resembled a bun, you still attracted stares. Maybe it was just your captivating aura.

Whatever it was, he felt a surge of pride whenever he caught the stares. He couldn't even feel jealous, because who wouldn't be staring at his girl? Of course your beauty, your personality, your laugh, your brains, and your witty humor would have people falling over their feet left and right. He knew from the start the price he had to pay for being with someone like you, and he'd pay that price a million times over just to be able to keep calling you his.

I don't exist if I don't have her The sun doesn't shine, the world doesn't turn Alright, alright

As much as his parents have come to adore you and care for you like their daughter, you know what they are, and you know what they made him do. You haven't seen them in a while, since the news broke about the Death Eaters. The night they burned the mark onto his skin, he showed up at your door at 4 a.m., sobbing as quietly as he could. You sit with him all night while he lays crumpled in your arms. There's nothing to say to fix the devastation. Everyone else at Hogwarts sees him as evil, but you know better. He's whispered to you in the dead of night how terrified he is of his parents and of the Death Eaters and what You-Know-Who could do to him if he showed any semblance of betraying him, and most of all, how terrified he is of losing you.

One day, he decides to do the unthinkable and breaks up with you. He's been thinking it over for a long time. At first, he thought about what if you two pretend to break up and continue to date in secret, but Draco is so scared. You-Know-Who has his ways of finding out absolutely everything and he cannot risk you even for a second. You are just a weapon to use against Draco. A pawn in You-Know-Who's game.

In between sobs, Draco clutches your hand and explains this to you, promises that when this is all over and it's safe again, you two will be together again. At first, you argue. You say that you're not scared of that white-faced snake-man, you don't want to hide! You only back down when you see what this is doing to Draco. You see that he is right, this is the only way you two could have a sliver of a chance at a future.

This is the most devastating blow your poor heart has endured, and you've endured a lot. Everyone is stunned when they stop seeing you two together, when they see your red puffy eyes and the dark circles under his.

Fast-forward. Preparations are being made for the battle, and you're taking a moment to sit on the ground against the wall of the hidden classroom you and Draco would go to whenever you needed.... privacy. The younger students had been evacuated, but you were one of the ones who refused to leave, and you were composing yourself before they came.

You hear quiet footsteps entering the classroom and jump up, wand pointed. As soon as you register who it is, you go weak in the knees.

The blonde-headed boy is standing in the doorway clutching his wand. His wide eyes soften. There is so much love, fear, panic, and grief in those eyes. You're frozen. You're just staring at each other.

There's a bang! somewhere that startles you both into action. You fly as fast as you can to him, and it's no wonder you two don't break your noses with the speed he flies to you too. His lips find yours and you hungrily devour each other to make up for the months lost. You two are holding each other so tight, clinging to each other, tangled in a mess. Your fingers run through his hair and clutch it to bring him closer, not that there is any more space to fill, and his arms are wrapped around your waist in a grip so tight it could rival the grasp of a Devil's Snare. It's only when you hear a second bang! and the first scream, that you're brought back to reality. Not even one second later, noise erupts outside, indicating the battle has begun.

"Y/n... Merlin I am so sorry-"

"Draco, I love you, you have nothing to be sorry for-"

"I love you so-"

"I love you-"

You two are cutting each other off left and right in your rushed conversation, because you don't know if this will be your last. I love yous are said, vows are exchanged in case someone doesn't come out the other end. He even has fashioned a ring out of some twine he found on the ground and slides it onto your ring finger, promising to find you as soon as this is all over, because now he has to pretend to be with them. He has to join his mother and father so he doesn't get killed for being a traitor. You link your fingers with his and make him promise to stay alive. He tells you he refuses to fight the students. He's going to try to deflect anything the Death Eaters throw at the students as discreetly as he can. You kiss him one more time. He kisses you one more time. You feel more steady now that you've been able to be with him one last time. Funnily, it's the most steady you've felt in months. With one more teary kiss, you two run out of the classroom into the chaos.

Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

After the battle is over, Draco doesn't even think before he breaks into a sprint.

"Y/N!" He's screaming your name over and over again, and students who saw him run to their side at the confrontation on the bridge take pity on him and point him where they saw you last. Blood is running into his eyes from a cut on his forehead and he thinks he might have twisted an ankle, but it doesn't matter. He wipes away the blood and keeps looking. He follows a crowd of people heading to the Great Hall and shoves his way inside, but has to stop to take the scene in. It's the most crowded he's ever seen it. People lay on the floor, lean against stairs, or are doing the same as him, marching through to find their friends and family. Wails fill the air when people discover their loved ones have perished, contrasted with the happy sobs as some lucky ones are able to find each other. He watches as one particular couple finds each other, the girl leaps into the boy's arms, tears streaming down both their faces. His heart leaps into his throat and he doesn't even know it, but he's crying too - he needs to find you more than a body needs water.

Then, he sees you. He sees your y/c hair first. You're bent over a student laying on the ground, wrapping a rag around a wound on their arm. For a second, time stops and everything stops moving. He can now feel his heartbeat now pounding in his head.

Y/n? Y/n. Y/N!

"Y/N!" The words finally fly out of his mouth and he runs towards you. Your head shoots up and your wide eyes meet his. You quickly get someone to finish wrapping the student's arm before you push yourself to your exhausted feet. Before you can even move, he's taken you into his arms. He plants kisses all over your hair, kisses your forehead, your nose, both your cheeks, and finally, kisses your lips.

It's a wet kiss, you're both crying. There's relief in this kiss as well as desperation, and this one feels just like your first kiss. Finally, finally, you are in each others' arms again, and although you both know the next few years are going to be hell, it seems more bearable because now you'll be able to do it together, once again.

The war tried to steal you away from him. Voldemort tried to steal you away from him, steal you from this world. But no more. Now, your lives were just starting.

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