#I like to think that they do this even if they're not dating

[tiramissyoucake]

Can I request a scenario where Mohawk Mark and Girly reader first met each other, like he's the school's bad boy and no one mess with him since he's basically crazy.

Reader was maybe getting hit on and cornered into a wall or being followed then bump into mohawk mark and ask for his help, then he did. Which ends with the results of reader following him everywhere and over sharing to the the point they started dating.

Getting in trouble together, having quickies in the most unlikely places and sleeping naked together even though they didn't do anything before that, they're just enjoying each other's company

I love this idea so much. Mohawk Mark x girly reader you will always be loved.

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

CW: semi-public? Piv, fem reader (girly/Bimbo coded), corny ass flight confession thing, stripping after fucking, not proof read

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When Mark's powers started coming in slowly but surely, he immediately thought of all the things he could do for his own satisfaction. A few days after getting them, at school, he punched a student so badly he was suspended for a week, he saw it as a vacation.

When he came back, the student he punched had a patch on where he got hit and everyone steered clear from Mark with uneasy eyes or judgemental glances followed by whispering, (except William, but William already barely talked to him now.) He didn't care, he was a God among men now, he learned to pull his punches, he had a feeling killing a student with a singular punch would be more trouble than it's worth.

He talked back to teachers, harshly bumped into whoever was in his way and glared back twice as hard to anyone who had the gall to look at him, he was untouchable so why should he care about what anyone else thinks? He doesn't mind suspension if it means scaring these losers into knowing who's stronger.

His appearance was enough as is, he was certain he was the only student with a mohawk. He fumbled with his locker, the weight of the books growing more irritating as he finally got it open, tossing whatever he didn't need inside, he heard speaking next to him- not the usual shit talk some gossip fiends would jabber about, he heard arguing.

"Can you back off?! I have a class to get to!"

"Just ditch with me! Who cares about class?"

"I do, dumbass! That's the whole point of school?!"

Following the noise, he immediately saw you, your annoyed expression didn't match the adorable appearance. Pretty glossy lips, styled hair, a bag with too many charms and keychains. You were fending off a guy who was getting a bit too close, even for him. Some no-name jock who he was sure had less personality than he had brains which was already low.

"Don't touch me!" You jerked your shoulder out of his hand with a glare. "What, now you're too good for me?"

Okay, this was embarrassing. Mark rolled his eyes before slamming his locker shut, approaching the bickering.

"She's not interested, dickhead." He started, taking your side. "Why don't you fuck off before I make you?"

The guy scoffed, sure he was more muscular but he didn't have half-viltrumite genetics. "What're you gonna do? Think you're some kinda hero?"

He didn't wait for anymore incentive, his fist flying immediately into his jaw- granted he had to hold back *a lot* of momentum he picked up in his swing, you gasped, the jerk staggered and held his jaw and stared in shock.

"Yeah that's what I thought, pussy." Mark grinned, his fist unaffected as he turned to you- you looked starstruck. "What do you for first period?"

It took you a moment to find your voice, stuttering. "Uh— history..?"

Huh. So did he. "Come on." He grabbed your arm and tugged you along, you followed with no protests. Mark was surprised at how obedient you were being given you were arguing with the dumbfounded idiot back there like hell, a small smirk came onto his face- maybe you were terrified of him like everyone else.

He stopped once he reached the correct room, letting go of your arm to open the door, he turned to you to say some cool goodbye he'd been practicing but paused.

You practically had hearts in your eyes as you stared at him, restraining a smile. "I didn't get to thank you for helping me back there!" Your friendly tone was a welcome change from the earlier hostility. "I'm (Name), you're Mark, right?"

"... how'd you know?"

"Duh? Everyone knows you! You're the guy that punched a guy." Yeah, that was about right. "I didn't know you were such a Knight in shining armor, though!"

He scoffed, almost offended at that. "Hell no, he was just pissing me off. You just happened to be there."

"Whatever you say~"

It started from there, in that history class, you sat next to him and kept trying to pass notes, to which he crumpled and tossed aside. You chalked it up to the tough guy persona he was trying to uphold because why else would he repeatedly glance at you?

You walked with him to his classes and monologued since he barely responded to make it a conversation. "-but I dunno, like sometimes I wanna go for the messy hair look but I can't leave my house without styling it! What do you think? I mean I like your mohawk, like rarely any guys can pull off a mohawk-"

Details he didn't care about were being retained in his head, and he prayed to God you'd leave him alone during lunch, maybe you had your own bimbo friends to talk to so he could get some peace and quiet.

All hopes of that were thrown out the window as he saw your tray land on the table he occupied, you sat down and smiled like he was the best thing in the world. "Hey, you!"

He dropped the plastic fork, sighing. "Fine. What do you want?"

"What do you mean?" You responded so cluelessly as you brought out a compact mirror from your bag.

"You've been following me around like a damn dog since this morning." You pissed him off, how could you worry about if you had enough glitter on your face at a moment like this. "What the fuck do you want?"

You scoffed, like he was stupid. "Uh, because I like you? And wanna get to know you? I know you have a pretty... yikes. Reputation. But I don't care, earlier this year they spread rumors that I slept with everyone on the football team." You leaned closer, grinning. "I wouldn't touch any of those losers with a ten foot pole."

Mark furrowed his eyebrows, he didn't trust you fully but you weren't exactly a nuisance. He shrugged. "Suit yourself, princess."

The gasp you let out scared him into dropping his fork again. "'Princess'?! We're on a nickname basis now?! Omg, okay! I'll call you Marky!"

"Don't." He gritted, that made him sound like a boy toy, he hoped his scowl brought your attention away from his reddening cheeks.

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He hated admitting his parents were right, but he knew why keeping the powers thing a secret was important, he didn't want government losers trying to recruit him for corny hero work or get civilians talking, but he figured you wouldn't be a problem and shockingly, you weren't. The first thing you asked him was if he was like 'real life superman'.

Sneaking into your painfully adorable bedroom, he ignored all your questions of "how'd you get in?!" And "what's wrong?", holding your wrist.

"C'mon, I gotta show you something." You got up from your bed, magazines discarded as he tugged you closer to the window. "Hold on! Mark, my parents are gonna kill me!"

He rolled his eyes, one leg already out the window. "They won't know, trust me. C'mere."

He pulled you closely, chest to chest as he guided you out the window. One moment, your feet were on the windowsill, and the next he's soaring through the sky with you held tightly in his arms.

"If you drop me, I swear I'll kill you!!" You yelled as you clung to his shirt, Mark grinned and propped you up.

"Uh oh, my hands slipping!" His little jab made you yell and cling to him harder, he almost went crazy feeling you hide your face in his neck and tighten your hands' grip on him. "MARK!! THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"

He couldn't help laughing, you were adorable enough as is, seeing you huddle up to him in his arms in the sky was a sight to see. At this point, he hovered and went at a decent pace over town, watching your expression. "What'd I tell you? Worth it or not?"

"Everything looks so pretty from up here.." You mumbled while glancing around, looking up at him. "Taking me out for a romantic flight, what's next? Are you gonna confess to me?" Your smile gave him the message that you'd hoped he would.

"Yeah? And if I was?" He leaned in, a grin on his lips, truth be told, after accepting your presence as a reoccurring thing in his life he found himself liking you more and more, following him around like a lovesick stalker. (it helped that he thought you were hot as hell too)

"I'd be real happy if you did?" You hummed, a blush dusting your cheeks. "You already know that I really like you, Marky."

That stupid nickname he came to accept, you were gonna be the death of him. "I like you too, princess. I really really like you." He repeated as he leaned closer, tightening his grip on you.

Pressing his lips to yours, you had a feeling the first kiss wouldn't be innocent, and you were right. A groan escaped him as if to silently say "finally", it was messy, biting your bottom lip, his tongue darting out to deepen the kiss further and tilting his head when you parted your lips for him, if only he did this in your room so he could properly kiss you until your lips were bruised.

the scenery itself made him want to roll his eyes, your Mark holding you in the air in the nightsky- hovering over the town like he was some cheesy comic book hero with a damsel; as corny as it was, it was perfect.

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You kept in contact after getting accepted into college while he didn't make the effort to even apply. How could you not? Every time you'd see that stupid mohawk in the distance, you'd get so excited you could burst. Mark still had his methods of sneaking in your dorm and whisking you away to God knows where.

A house party hosted by someone you both don't know, a club that was way too exclusive, a festival with everyone bringing their own spread blankets for some show, that one was your favourite; your deviant of a boyfriend found a secluded corner near the woods you could set up your blanket at and he wasted no time having you all to himself.

"Be quiet you— mmff..!" He hissed, his hands grabbing your hips to guide your movement, his dick buried inside you under the skirt he thanked god you decided to wear, perfect for tugging your panties off and having his way. "Fuck, just like that..."

Your whimpers and moans drove him insane but he didn't want any festival goers to find you two like this, you bouncing on his cock with his pants tugged halfway down, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. "C-can't, Marky..! So good...!"

Mark let out a breathless laugh, bucking his hips up to you. "C'mere- kiss me." You obeyed, you always did. Lips parted as yours slotted against his own, his tongue invading your mouth almost instantly to swallow any of your adorable moans, he groaned as his hand came down to spank you briefly, a short but strong swing that stung in the best way and made you yelp into his mouth.

"You like that?" He grinned, mischievous and filthy. "Such a good slut for me- mmh, mine, right?" You nodded rapidly, that didn't seem good enough as he spanked you again to ellicit a response. "Ah! Yes! Yours..! Only yours..! Mark!!"

He noted your pace, humming. "As much as I love seeing you hop on my cock, bunny." He sat up, flipping you over and shoving you back down to the blanket he chuckled at your shocked noise. "I wanna fuck you proper."

His hips pistoned against yours, a devastating pace as he panted and grunted over your moans, his hands intertwining with yours. "Yes, fuck- take it, that's a good princess.." he huffed, your legs locking around his waist.

And that wasn't the end of it, as if fucking you like it was your last time meeting wasn't enough, back at your dorm he pinned you back to your bed and threw your clothes off for round two. It must've been Viltrumite stamina or something because he couldn't get enough of you, or maybe he was just that obsessed with you.

He stilled with a loud groan as a stuttered moan escaped you, his hips grinding against you as he pumped you full. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuuhuuuuck...!" Mark almost drooled out as your pussy hugged his cock closely.

"God— I love you, Markyyy..." You extended the nickname, a blissed out expression on your face as he came closer, licking his lips. "I love you too, you're so fuckin' cute..." a satisfied moan escaped him as he kissed you, your hand cupping his cheek gently as you reciprocated happily.

"Mmm... gotta go soon.." he begrudgingly reminded you, to which you whined and clung to him. "Nooooooo..!"

"Baby, come on. You know you'll get in trouble if anyone finds me here." He remembered your college's harsh guidelines on 'uninvited guests' in the dorm, that didn't stop you from insisting. "God, they won't know! Don't worry!"

He rolled his eyes affectionately at you as he settled next to you. "Okay, okay! Just gimme a sec to take this shit off.." he threw aside whatever remaining clothes he had on, a pile forming in the corner as he tossed aside the articles of clothing one by one. "You took, off. Now."

A giggle escaped you as he started to remove your clothes, almost too playfully as he coaxed you. "What's funny? C'mon! You gonna let me be the only naked freak here?"

Sweat had coated your bodies from the rush at the festival and running back, so peeling off whatever remaining clothes was a huge relief. Laying back in the small bed, the size wasn't an issue as you two shuffled closer, skin to skin.

"You comfy?" His arm wrapped around you while the other propped up his head up on your pillow, you let out a happy hum, kissing his cheek. "Uh-huh, you better not leave before I wake up in the morning!"

"Oh, baby I wouldn't dream of it." Mark grinned, holding you possessively.

He wasn't ideal, he wasn't someone who would encourage you to be your best, you knew these late outings and rendezvous that ended up with him naked in your bed wouldn't end well, but the two of you didn't care, you were perfect for each other and that's all that mattered.

[faery-people-of-the-future-day]

This is exactly what I find so interesting about the anime/manga How I attended an All guy's mixer. On a surface level it's about the romances between 3 men and 3 women who happen to also work as drag kings and sometimes present as male outside of work as well, despite being (as far as I know) cis women.

I honestly was really impressed by the level of seriousness and depth they go into in regards to gender expression and societal expectations and pressures associated with that. They're not just cross dressing as a joke or for a shock factor but actually exploring performative masculinity.

There's a woman who is a perfect gentleman and a handsome prince and she tries to woo the boy she likes by being a perfect gentleman to him and treating him like a princess, in the same way she would flirt with girls as part of her job at the drag king bar. And he initially is really self conscious about her being a more handsome man and better boyfriend than he is, not because he's intimidated by her but because he feels like the expectations for him are much higher than he initially thought and feels very inadequate in comparison to her.

Eventually he comes to realize that she doesn't expect him to be a more perfect gentleman than she is, and comes to accept that he really likes being treated like her princess. It's an experience he thought only women were allowed to have.

There's also a scene where she talks about the things she's not allowed to do in boy mode, like go into women's spaces. Since despite being a cis woman, she understands that women read her as male and would feel uncomfortable by her presence in a woman-only area. And while she could try to explain, it's just easier to avoid them.

And he has moments where he's hyper aware that people in public are reading the two of them as a gay couple, which he is initially very uncomfortable with before deciding he likes her and he's enjoying himself on their date and whatever other people think doesn't matter.

There's another woman who is really self conscious about being a proper boy and manly man when she's in boy mode until the cis boy she likes also admits to liking the same "feminine" things and demonstrates there's no one proper way to be a boy. Again, she's not even trans, she just knows people are reading her as a boy in boy mode and wants to get a good grade in gender performance.

It's just so beautiful to watch them teach each other to unlearn internalized gender roles and stereotypes and feel more confident and free in just being themselves and being together.

i do think there should be more stories and shows and stuff about guys falling in love with butch women actually, i think that’d be a good thing. and not ‘this is as butch as twitter can handle’, i mean butch as can fucking be without apology, and making those boys weak in the knees about it. i think it’s great actually to have f/m romances that exist to break gender norms, too. i think it sucks that the only mainstream het romances that exist are either about women who are already feminine or with women who are just a little too scarily masculine and have to be fixed into being girlier. that’s shit.

[alchemistc]

Actually you know what I don't think I've really seen anyone talk about how TYPICAL of Buck it is to revert to sex as a coping mechanism. Like yeah he's absolutely grown and changed from Buck 1.0 but let's look at his last year or so from his perspective:

Buck discovers new facets of his sexuality. He starts dating a dude who turned him into a feral little jealousy gremlin

Bobby leaves the 118 and leaves them with fuck ass Gerrard. Bobby almost dies.

Buck has a BOYFRIEND and he sees a future with him

Buck finds out something about his boyfriend that he can't square with, and gets frankly awful advice about what his boyfriend went through to make him Like That. He also continues to be not taken seriously about himself, his feelings, his wants and desires, his concerns

Buck gets dumped. He pushed too hard too fast as he tends to do and he gets dumped for it. Rinse and repeat

All of his friends immediately jump down his throat for wanting to talk to the dude who dumped him. He bakes. And bakes. And bakes and bakes and bakes and it doesn't stop him from missing the guy who dumped him

His best friend leaves. And while Buck can understand it it hurts enough to make him act a little out of pocket.

(Can we talk about the way everyone in his life infantalizing him absolutely makes him behave in childish ways in response? No? Okay I'll shut up.)

His sister gets kidnapped? And almost dies?

He moves out of a place he's lived in for five years to help his best friend. He cannot sleep in the new place.

He tries to make new friends but the thing is he already has a best friend and right now all he has available to him are stories about his best friend. So he tells them. To exhaustion.

So yeah. He's disconnected from a lot of his support systems because they just have other shit going on. (I do not blame them for not making him their number one priority and Buck doesn't either but they're still ...missing.)

He runs into his ex. His ex gives him a SCRAP and what does Buck do? He turns it immediately to sex. And he thinks to himself: this is what I'm good for this is what I can offer THIS will have to be enough even though this man has validated me: the way my brain works, the tangents I go on, the over-reactions I have and the way I get obsessive. But Tommy dumped him. So. Sex will have to be enough for Buck.

Like I just think we're undervaluing exactly how much this regression to fuckboy Buck makes sense. He's not doing it to be an asshole. It's a fucking survival instinct and he's been in survival mode since the second Tommy dumped him

[bonus-links]

Hello! Could we have a director’s commentary on Ruins pt.11 please?? It drives me insane 🥺🥺

YEAHHH this is gonna be a long one. link to the update

this is also one of my favorite updates (and 100% my favorite dialogue in all of ch.1, possibly the whole comic so far) but I'm glad I waited to do a commentary bc I think this is actually really relevant to the latest update

cause like the conversation Loft has with botw Zelda here is very similar to the one he has with Ganondorf, though he's much less snippy during it

I wanted to give Zelda a chance to be bitter and share her grievances with the gods. Her entire story in BOTW is largely about how the legends and the expectations put upon her by them fail not only her personally but the entire kingdom. And yet she's made to feel like it's all her fault.

A lot of his comic focuses on the legacy of the Hero, but I don't want to leave Zelda (or Ganondorf) out of the conversation. The cycle makes victims of all three of them in various ways, and while I can't do everything at once, it's still my goal to explore that. The Zeldas in particular are all in interesting positions as members of the Royal Family, because they're at once always thrown in peril by it with little agency, and expected to be the facilitators of its success as the people with the closest proximity to the gods. Much to think about.

on that note BOTW Zelda is my favorite Zelda. she is my babygirl. she is my everything. I will die a BOTW Zelda defender. we haven't seen the last of her in this comic i promise :-)

okay on to actually analyzing the comic. This top panel is framed like a diptych, two paintings hinged together. these are often (though not always) associated with religious paintings and are often altarpieces. I use a triptych format in the newest update :D sidenote I think it's very cute that some of the Hylia statues in BOTW have been decorated, so i gave her a little flower crown

I imagine praying starts to feel a little strange when you are dating ur god. yeah. Also I think it's interesting that Skyloft seems to mainly worship Hylia, with the other gods being more distant. It makes sense given the whole "she personally raised us up into the sky to save us all" thing. Even though Loft is the very first hero sent on a personal religious quest directly by his goddess, I've always imagined him as kind of,,,,casually devout? In that way that it's all you've ever known. Like obviously his beliefs are deeply ingrained, but he's not as into the formality of it all as other Links we might meet later.

I think about Zelda in that freezing pool on Mt. Lanayru all the time. RAHHHHHHH

I've posted this before but close up of Slate running their errands, the errand being talking to the Great Fairies about if they've noticed anything weird going on lol. I actually wanted to make it a whole update on its own, but I cut it for time and also because. I don't think the Great Fairies really have any information that was necessary other than "no I don't know what's going on". So u get this panel.

I like this shot of that little statue towering over the both of them, and I mimic it a little bit in the new update here. something something about why we build monuments and what they stand for.

negative sim interaction

Loft still has to believe that Zelda and Slate's negative experiences had to have been some sort of misunderstanding. If Hylia could have helped, she would have. Knowing and loving your goddess on a human level also makes you want to give her the benefit of the doubt.

I actually really love that in BOTW Zelda resents Link for having some sort of access to the divine that she just can't reach. She has her arc about it in the game, but especially now she's come to understand that having the gods' favor is a double-edged sword. Also, that's not really meant to be Peony, but I like the idea that Champion also had an affinity for fairies. :-( Intentionally the same pose as Slate at the fairy fountain, though Slate is so tiny I probably didn't need to bother lol

that was a lot of rambling lol but i have. so many thoughts abt the subject matter of this update. this is the shit about LOZ that makes me froth at the mouth tbh

[luigilore]

oh PLS tell me your thoughts about inexperienced luigi whenever possible,,,,🙏🙏

omg ofc okay sorry this took a sec and is also just me rambling BUT

luigi would be so earnestly excited to have a girlfriend and it's YOU! is always like ive never been able to do this before' whenever ur doing coupley things and he loves it.... it's always 'my girlfriend' like yeah he is obsessed with dropping that in convos

i think he would get jealous so easily idk like he is NOT sharing sorry! he loves his girlfriend a lot.

okay inexperienced... in that sense... i cant even imagine how much he would lose his mind the first time you suck him off like actually couldn't compute, would accidentally pull your hair a bit too tight... not that u totally mind...

is rambling out an apology and is cut off by his own moan when u suck harder like shut up babe <3

would cum so fucking fast lol like he's actually embarrassed the first few times you guys have sex... esp when u ride him

and lovesss when you ride him like he used to dream of times like this fr

his fav position is missionary tho he just loves how intimate and loving it is... he likes any position where you guys are face to face... but looks down at you with sm love in his eyes like

mouth agape at you shirtless for the first time like please lol. dont even start on any frilly, pretty, cute lingerie luigi would die

his hands shake a little... just a bit! when he's undoing ur bra for the first time and touching your boobs; he'd be so tentative and shy so ur'd be like ... "ur my bf they're urs" 🤗 and luigi is like :0 "you can't just say stuff like that" lmfao

his hands are soooo big like shut up. "anything you do will feel good," you'd reassure him with a sweet smile and you're very right like it's so easy for him to curl/hook his fingers inside of you does that make sense? idk it just feels GOOD whenever he touches, wherever he touches you tbh

a very enthusiastic learner like genuinely is on substack researching feminine pleasure and buying sm different books... you come over one day to him reading that 'come as you are' book and you're like ? lol okay thank you baby

omg library study dates... imagine just like putting you hand on his thigh while you guys are working and he's looking at you like... babe... baby.. um :) like that's enough for him to be totally distracted like gl getting any actual work done after that

pleasuring you is very important to him it's like a game/challenge/hyperfixation for him to like he's a perfectionist he doesn't like not being good at something and yes that applies to sex like shut up

would be blushing at you offhandedly mentioning u have a vibrator... then asks to see it... will eventually work up the courage to ask to use it on you lol

would be sooo loud.. is aware of this and tries to not be... but is never quite that successful

luigi would be such a soft baby after sex like sorry like it's so physically intimate and that goes hand in hand with emotional intimacy to him and he'd just want to hold his GIRLFRIEND in his arms <333

[starry-on-ao3]

Give me this but make it Farmody. I want Carmody to be a librarian, while Tristan maybe is looking something up for a challenging case, or else maybe it's a "nerdy girl falls in love with the jock" kinda deal: this is their university library, where Carmody's working part time and where Tristan has literally never been spotted. Carmody sees him looking rather lost, having obviously never been here before. Okay no wait hold on: can I also add the vibes of the first meeting between Charles and Montagu in Operation Mincemeat to this??

Carmody: you look a little lost, can I help you?

Tristan: oh yes I'm looking for a book on [obscure veterinary topic] for my exam, can you help me?

Carmody: yes sure (brings Tristan over to the bookshelf in question) are you anxious about the exam?

Tristan: oh no not at all, nobody's ever bested me in an exam before (he's oozing hubris you see)

Carmody: oh really because I thought I was top of the class?

Tristan: top of which class?

Carmody: our class

Tristan: oh, right

Carmody: yes we've been in the same class for four years

Tristan: oh, right

Carmody: I sit behind you in Anatomy

Tristan: oh, right

Carmody: Richard Carmody?

Tristan: Tristan Farnon, veterinary sciences

Carmody: yes, I know–

Tristan: of course you do :)

I want Carmody to be pining for Tristan from a distance, while Tristan is blissfully unaware of Carmody's existence (it's giving Charles and Sebastian in the early chapters of Brideshead Revisited), I want Carmody to be totally and utterly down bad for Tristan but Tristan doesn't even know he exists. Until, one day, in the library, he finally notices him - and then he can't stop thinking about him. I want their friendship groups to be totally incompatible, but they get on splendidly once they're over the initial awkwardness. Tristan loves nothing more than lavish parties, drinking and clubs but Carmody likes working late at the library because that's the only place he can get the peace and quiet he needs. One night Tristan comes to the library with a box of donuts and tea. They set up a projector screen in one of the study rooms in a quiet part of the building, have a movie date without having to share a cinema with strangers because that makes Carmody too anxious. I want Tristan to be meant to be at a party but he just pops in, shows his face, and leaves early to go be with Carmody.

I can smell the 150k slow burn modern au college au strangers to friends to lovers mutual pining from a freaking mile away.

Rijksmuseum Research Library, Amsterdam (published online on January 29, 2025)

[81pastrys]

Hi pls could u request a dad Lando fic where Lila is about 17/18 and she gets a pregnancy scare (she's not actually preggo obvi 😭) but she goes to her mum about it cuz she's so scared on what to do and Lando overhears but they're both rlly supportive in case it does come back positive and when it turns out to be negative they're relieved but then he goes full dad mode if u get what I mean 😂 have a grt day hope ur doing alright 🫶

Waiting Game

Summary— Lila worries she messed up big time, but when it’s a false alarm she gets another ‘talk’

Warnings— teen pregnancy scare

A/N— I have more in the works 🫶🏻

Dad Lando List

Part 2 ; Part 3

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws

Lila was a good kid, always had good grades, no bad influences. Lando never worried about her well being if she went out to party and such, but what did worry him was Carlo.

Yes, Lila and Carlo had been dating for almost 3 years, but he hated the fact they were. Don’t get him wrong, amazing kid, great even, but Lando knows too much for his own good about teenagers and relationships.

He brought these worries up to his wife when it all started, walking in the two making out, but she blew him off with a, “They’re just kids Lando, bring this up in a few years and I’ll agree.” Well. The timer ran out and he overheard the two talking.

He could tell Lila was anxious, nervous, and scared. All by her tone of voice and stuttering. “Mum, I-I’m scared.” She started off with. Her mum was now concerned, what could be worrying Lila?

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” Maybe Carlo broke her heart, maybe she was just having a rough time with Lando being away while she hits milestones and such. Her mum couldn’t tell.

“Well, I talked with Carlo already and he told me not to worry but-“ Lila was cut off by Lando’s entrance, his worried manner appeared smiley and normal dad Lando.

“Hey my sweetheart.” He said, kissing her head. She shot him a nervous smile and he could see her tapping her fingers like he taught her when she got anxious. “Is something wrong?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing while he looked to his wife.

Lila hesitated and let out a quiet whine before blurting, “I think I’m pregnant.” She gasped at her own words and covered her mouth. Tears started forming and Lando immediately pulled her into a hug. “I haven’t taken a test, but I’m late and I-“

“Shh, it’s okay Lila.” Lando cooed looking to his wife. She got the message and walked to her bathroom. Not that her and Lando were trying, but she had pregnancy tests on hand in case. “Whatever happens, we’ll be right here with you.” He assured her they would not shut her out for a mistake.

Lila wiped her tears, trying to hide the emotions from her dad as he let her loose. “Please don’t kill him, it was an accident.” She whispered. Lando couldn’t give two shits about Carlo right now, not when his daughter needs him.

“Here sweetheart, me and your dad are going to talk for a little okay, we aren’t going anywhere okay?” Her mum returned with the test and Lila nodded, hurrying to the bathroom. She looked to Lando and sighed. “She is almost 18 Lan.”

Lando didn’t know how to respond, Lila would have her world turned upside down is she was pregnant. Her scholarships, her career, all of that required her full attention. “She’ll be okay my love.” He nodded and hugged his wife. “Whatever the test says is okay, she’ll have us either way.”

Lila followed the instructions and took deep breaths as the test lines faded into appearance. Not pregnant. She took another deep sigh and immediately told Carlo. She returned to her parents and showed them the negative test.

Lando likes trying to lighten the mood, maybe not in the best ways but he said, “I think I see a second line there.” He smiled big and Lila’s eyes nearly popped out her head. She looked back at the test.

“He’s joking.” Her mum said, hugging her teenager. “Now, we need to talk about using protection.” Lando’s smile faded and he crossed his arms. Why wasn’t this even a scare?

“Why was this even possible?” He asked. Not that he had the talk with her, but he knew his wife surely did. “Condoms, is she on birth control?” Lando asked. His wife shook her head and Lila took the reprimands.

“Lila we talked about this, we can get you on birth control, but for the time being.” Her mum added, looking to Lando. “We can buy condoms or give you money to buy them, but we want you to be safe.”

Lando doesn’t want her sexually active at all, but that’s just his fatherly instinct. “He should be buying them.” He mumbled. “Besides the point, you can do what you want, as long as you are safe while doing it.” He said.

“It was a one time thing, we weren’t thinking right, but I think he’s more scared than I was.” Lila said. “You might get a call from his dad.” Lando sighed. Of course Carlo would go running to daddy if his girlfriend had a pregnancy scare.

“If Carlos calls me freaking out, can we prank him?” Lando asked his wife like a giddy child. His wife rolled her eyes and Lila loved the idea. Carlos ended up not calling and Lando was bummed he couldn’t prank his best friend.

Why wouldn’t Lando want to prank Carlos 😭

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @itznotsophia @chertik-007vvv @kallanfiona

[arc-misadventures]

The Beach: Co

Jaune: Ahh... Man I needed a drink after... after all of that... But, damn a cold drink under the hot sun on the beach; This just feels perfect.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Shame though, I would have preferred a scotch on the rocks, than some simple fruity beverage. But, we are in the public so...

"Click!"

Jaune: Hmm...? Is that camera?

"Click!"

Jaune: Oi! Who's taking photos of me without my...? C-Coco?

"Click!"

Coco: Hello, Bunny Boy, looking good there~!

Jaune: Thank you, Mocha. You're looking...?

Jaune: Like a, E-Cup?

Coco: Right on the mark, Love~!

Jaune: Okay, first off: Your tits look fantastic~!

Coco: Thank you~!

Jaune: Secondly: The hell? I thought you were a, B-Cup why the hell were you hiding those delicious looking melons?!

Coco: Because, it's hard to coordinate an outfit with, E-Cup boobs.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: True, basically everything that, Glynda wears inadvertently flaunts her breasts. But, lie to me, Mocha why wouldn't you want to flaunt those?

Coco: Because, they're for your eyes only~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: E-Excuse me?

Coco: I also wear a binder to help me coordinate an outfits, it also helps me see my feet so I can paint my toenails with open toe high heels.

Jaune: That is true, my sister often made me paint their toenails, because they can't see over their... larger assets...

Coco: Have you now~?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Shit... Okay, I'll do it for you, but the feet better match the hands! Because, my sisters didn't do that, and it annoys the hell out of me!

Coco: Oh, Bunny Boy, you think I wouldn't do that~?

Jaune: Of course not, you have style, Mocha~!

Coco: Oh aren't you so sweet~!

Jaune: But, why are they for my eyes only...?

Coco: Because, if a girl looks at my large chest they will feel envy, and hatred towards me for having such large assets. But, if a man looks at me, their mind will be filled with lust, and depravity. They will look at me like I am a stack of meat with fat tits. I prefer the former more than the latter.

Jaune: I can see that...

Coco: But, when it comes to you, Jaune. I want you to look at me like that. I want you to look at me with thirst, desire, lust in your eyes~! I need you to gaze upon me, and undress me with your eyes. To imagine your hands grabbing them, squeezing them in your large muscular hands. I'll admit, it's often been a fantasy of mine where you rip my shirt off, tear my bra off my body, and manhandle my tits like mounds of clay in your bare hands~!

Jaune: Oh that... fuck that's hot...

Coco: Why do you think I fantasize about it, Love~!

Jaune: But, you're gay. A lesbian. Having the hots... sexual fantasies for me, a gay... That's pretty straight of you, Coco.

Coco: Well... I'm actually bi.

Jaune: Really, you are bisexual? I've know you for years, Coco, and not once have you ever given a guy so much as sides way glance.

Coco: Okay, I'm not really, bisexual. I'm night five percent gay, but I'm five percent straight for you~!

Jaune: Five percent straight for me; Really?

Coco: Can you blame me~? We have know each other for years, you've been there for me threw thick, and thin, through broken nail to torn dress. You were the first person I came out to, and when I fear rejection, and hatred, you instead told me it was okay if I flirted with your sister~! Only a man who absolutely trusts you would let a friend date their sister.

Jaune: W-Well, I thought you, and Saphron would be a cute couple...

Coco: Well, Spahron may be cute, but she can't coordinate an outfit for the life of her. But, you can do that at the drop of a hat. You showed me how sexy I could be with even the most pathetic of outfits.

Jaune: To be fair, bar being skimpy one can't really look sexy dressed as a clown...

Coco: True. But, Jaune... I'm not five percent straight for you, Jaune. I'm in love with you, Jaune. I may flick the bean to you, Jaune, but how many people dream of waking up with their lover holding them lovingly in their arms? I dream these dreams with you, Jaune. So, would you care to live out these dreams with me, Jaune~?

Jaune: Wow... holy... That... that's certainly... okay... Are you sure you're only five percent straight for me?

Coco: Well, maybe.. six percent?

Jaune: Mocha you tease.

Coco: So... would you look like to play with my girls~? Because, I'll admit, after seeing you in a speedo, and you're 'little friend' I've been dreaming of being of you being inside me~! And, I bet you've been thinking about being sandwich between me the moment you saw them~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Will we do some... fashion shows, this time showing of your pretty 'little' ladies~?

Coco: As many as you want~!

Jaune: Alright, shall we go to your place, or mine.

Coco: Mine. I have a hotel room high up in a sky scrapper, I've always wanted to do on a balcony~!

Jaune: Oh, spicy~! But wait, didn't you come here with, Velvet? Won't she be upset if she catches us in the act?

Coco: Well if she does, then we'll just have to invite her in on the action~!

Jaune: There's my nighty four percent lesbian~!

Coco: So, shall we make it ninhty three percent~?

Jaune: Now that's a challenge~!

///

Here's the, Coco story I mentioned about writing, @lar-mx

Link to ART

[seleneprince]

Considering what I've read so far, Damian is in so far down in hell if he thinks he could just waltz back all yandere for Lucia after nearing killing her.

I mean, you mentioned she has a giant ass scar due to fact he tried to KILL her for crying out loud!

Oh boy, it's even worse than that.

Not only he goes full yandere on Lucia (that's only the name she has in my head btw, you're free to call her whatever you like. Her default name is Neglected Daughter, or N! Daughter), but he goes yandere for the FOUR OF THEM.

For his stepmother (that he tried to kill at some point too and even helped Talia on a few attempts of her own. All failing spectacularly), and for the youngest two, the twins. A boy and a girl. And did I mention Damian is only a year older than them?? Yeah..

He has no chill and absolutely no self-awareness. But in his case, it can be somewhat excused (not justified) due to the fucked up upbringing he had. The others not so much.

And yes, he left a scar on his half sister's throat after the attempt. Now it's a long, thin line across her throat, white and hard to see unless you're looking close. Still, she got used to wear collars and chokers to hide it, and relies on make up to conceal it sometimes. At first because it embarrassed her, but now because she doesn't want any questions or have people staring.

Damian went to that house with his head filled about how he was Batman's blood son, his only heir, his only child. About how he would reclaim his birthright by his father's side. Only for him to arrive and find out he has a half sister. Who's older than him. Who, by law, it won't be far fetched that she has preference to inherit Bruce's legacy. Obviously, Damian can't stand the idea and, influenced by his mother and grandfather and everything they've drilled on him, he tries to kill her to "protect his birtright", having no idea she was just a civilian and, therefore, not a threat (his only interactions to that date have been with vigilantes, so he assumed everyone in the manor was one)

With time, he might regret it. Because as weak and pathetic she is in his eyes, compared to Batman's legacy and everyone else at least, she's still his only blood sibling. Sure, he grows fond of the others and sees them as family, but blood has always carried a vital meaning for him. Something that can't be changed, that ties people to each other in an undeniable, deeper way. He feels that connection with his half sister, the same blood of the Bat running through their veins. The blood that stained his hands when he sliced her throat. And then due to some...circumstances, the neglected family suddenly are forced to spend more time near the batfam, sharing more space, and Damian gets to know them in a different light. The more he sees, the more he wants. That's his sister. His. They're both legacies, even if she's not completely worthy of it. They're cut from the same cloth. She belongs to him. The all do.

In his mind, yeah, he rationalises what he did was bad, but doesn't fully grasp just how bad it was for her. How traumatising. She hates him openly and he's genuinely confused. Because he's substained worse injuries, hell, he's inflicted worse injuries on his siblings, and no one reacted this way. No one looked at him with pure disdain for it, avoided his presence, glared at him with venom. He thinks she's being dramatic, another sign of her weakness. But that's okay. She can be weak. He'll protect her.

[waynes-multiverse]

Finally doing my commentary here ❤️‍🔥 I really needed some time to even digest everything this masterpiece had to offer. And one particular part has even haunted me since then and has popped up multiple times during random chores lol. Truly shows how impactful this was ☺️🫶

Dean realizes something else then; the decision you’re making is changing the course of your whole damn life…and it’s his fault.

Well... It takes two to tango, buddy. I think you can lighten up lol

Apparently, condoms are fragile little shits.

He leans over and kisses you. It’s a firm meeting of his lips to yours and achingly familiar. But ultimately, it’s chaste. He pulls away and settles back in his seat. When you blink your eyes back open, your expression is slack in shock.

Much like her, I fully freaked out at that part!!! Like, wtf, man!!! And all the while, my mind also went: "Well, he's surely gonna end it with Lisa now. It's the most logical conclusion." But NOPE! Our boy went a different way 😂

And I think it totally makes sense since he's still so freaking young!!! (He honestly reminded me of Buck in 911 lol – Idk if you watch it but he was very much a player firefighter like Dean) Essentially, they're both babies having another baby. It's already hard when you're a couple, but both of them being separate entities through this in a way makes it even harder. Although they try to be a unity, it's completely different since Dean isn't gonna be there 24/7 (which he also fully realizes the extent of it when she starts dating Benny).

But man, I wanted to slap him left and right, shake him awake, and tell him to get his head outta his goddamn ass 😆

This will be the recipe your son will grow up on, and every time he eats them, he’ll remember how much you loved him.

I was the exact same 😂😂 I still make my son most of his food myself instead of store bought (like apple sauce, bread, cookies etc.) ❤️

Now at seven months into your pregnancy, you’ve gotten to the embarrassing “waddle” stage.

Felt that lmao. Luckily, Robbie didn't sit on her ischiatic nerve and numbed half her leg too 🙄 I felt like a pinguin who got ran over by a truck 😂

“Benny! It’s good to see you.” “Yeah, been…a while,” he chuckles, glancing down at the swell of your belly, but he squeezes your shoulder and leans in to hug you gently.

Instantly knew where you were going with this. Probably the moment I started to brace myself and put my seatbelt on for this ride 🤣

Aw, poor Benny, who had probably wanted to go out with her since the wedding and then sadly realized Dean got there first 🥲

“I stopped drinking coffee for the baby. ”

Oooh, Alex, super important to know for you if you're ever going down the pregnant route: You're allowed a 12oz cup (up to 200 mg daily). Enjoy that coffee in the morning, girl 😏☕️

Two months later, the time has finally come. Your water breaks when you’re in the middle of teaching your second graders how to spell exaggerate—and no, Joey, it’s not e-g-g-zagerate.

Still love that her water broke in the middle of class lmao. This was honestly a big fear of mine whenever I went outside during that last stretch 😂

“Why the hell did he have to bring her,” you mutter to yourself, wiping sweat from your brow. Here you are, gritting your teeth through contraction after contraction in this damn hospital bed, and Dean is outside the room talking to Lisa.

My God, I hated it so much that Lisa thought it was a good idea to come and then pick a stupid fight, drawing Dean's entire attention away from such an important moment. His sole focus should be on reader and his son atm and not on this. I felt terrible for her here 🙈💔

It seems to you that all they do is argue, break up for a week or two, and then get back together again.

Dean not backing out of this relationship is one thing, but Lisa really should've ended it somewhere during reader's pregnancy or those first months after the birth. Yes, she liked him and wanted to try and make this work, but you gotta cut your losses at some point, girl, and walk away when your dignity's still intact. Even Mona broke up with Ross, and that was wild 🤣

Maybe Dean should've asked reader to move in with him and surprised Lisa with it. Maybe that would've finally done it. She was resilient and hopeful till the bitter end lol ❤️‍🩹

Again, he strokes the baby’s soft cheek. You look over at Dean with a small smile. “You’re going to be a good dad, you know,” you tell him. It earns his gaze. Although he’s trying to stay strong, you read the hidden insecurity there, the worry and fear. You rest a hand on his arm. “You are, Dean. You’re a good man, and you’ve really stepped up these past few months. This obviously isn’t how either of us thought our lives would go, but if this had to happen with someone, I’m glad it’s you.” Dean’s expression softens. He hesitates, but he lays a hand over yours and squeezes gently. “Thanks,” he says.

This was such a precious moment between them. Had tears in my eyes 😭😭

And then the goddamn cavalry arrives to break them apart! I hope for their second child they won't allow visitors till the next day lol 🙏

He saw how her “helpful” suggestion to have a get-together at their apartment to celebrate the baby’s birth was setting you on edge. Really, you just want to sleep for the next 24-hours and not have any more pictures of you taken.

Literally. How about you people just ask what momma wants, huh? I'm glad she had Dean there to support her, though 💕

Benny scratches the back of his head. “Also…sorry if I’m crossing some kind of boundary here. Looks like it’s a bit of a circus outside.”

Typical Benny 🥹 This was so incredibly sweet of him and she really needed that (even if it did cross boundaries a little. At least wait till she gets home from the hospital to shoot your shot, buddy lol). He really had it bad for her, and I think that made him blindsided in that regard 💔

You meet him with a wobbly smile. “Honestly? I’m afraid. I know I have a lot of people who want to support me, and I’m grateful, but…I just have this terrible feeling that we’re going to end up alone, him and me.”

That hit so deeply 😢 I cry during that scene with Rachel every time too 😭

Benny is a bit closed off though, the strong stoic type. He’s hard for you to get a read on, and sometimes you wonder if he’s just indulging you when you ramble on about your day or make silly jokes. Even now, sometimes you withhold the first thought that comes to your mind, hoping he doesn’t think you immature or…too much.

That really showcased that Benny truly wasn't the one for her, no matter how nice, kind, and considerate he was. It's sad, but it happens. Her heart always belonged to Dean from that first night on ❤️ In the end, it would've been unfair to both of them (even all four of them) if they all stayed together in those pairings.

And it's honestly not just on reader and Dean who went wrong by never admitting their feelings and talking it out like the grown-ups they aren't lol, but both Benny and Lisa are a bit selfish for staying with them as well. You can't tell me they didn't know or heavily suspect there were feelings there between them. Those two decided to butt into a young family, so they made that bed a little bit themselves, too 🤷‍♀️

Especially Benny – and hear me out, if Benny had been truly a good friend to Dean, he would've put his own feelings aside in the first place and talked some sense into him. But fair enough if he decided to go after her himself lol (I thought a lot about that specifically this week since we've talked about how Benny was a class act till the end, but honestly, this probably would've been even classier of him 🤝)

I don't know why I get so defensive of reader and Dean in this story, but I was rooting for them hard 😂🩵

He’s just got that manic kid energy that goes on for days. But Robbie’s also smart; like Dean, he likes taking things apart and putting them back together in new and ingenious ways.

It's like your describing my kid lol

And I love that both our HC is that Dean literally needs the threat of a proposal from another man to make a goddamn move 🤣

He’d always felt a little uncomfortable with one of his best friends dating you, but you’d seemed happy about it, so he didn’t discourage it. But he’d never been very supportive, either. At least, not about your relationship.

Yup, makes complete sense. And again, it's on both Lisa and Benny for looking the other way here and not noticing that 🤷‍♀️ They literally accepted that Dean would just fix things in reader's home all the time etc. and it was clear both were bothered by that. Denial all around with these four 😂

“Well you know what, it’s not! And it’s not just the damn bike either.” He swipes a hand over his face in annoyance, a telltale sign you’ve come to read well on the man. “Look, I’m missing too much shit, all right? Like, like the dinosaur thing! And the fact that I only get him on the weekends.” & It’s too much, knowing Benny’s slowly but surely carving out a father-figure role in Robbie’s life.

And this is the part that I thought most about. I sobbed then and I'm sobbing reading this again now. I was so incredibly heartbroken for Dean for missing out on all that shit. You just want him to have all the good things and enjoy being a dad to his heart's content, so this truly ripped me apart 😭😭😭

Honestly, he’s surprised she’s stuck around this long.

Same. Girl was committed 🤣

“Why?” she snaps. “You’re not his wife or his girlfriend. I should’ve been listed.”

But the mother of his son, which makes her family...

Lisa pissed me off during that scene, although I completely understand where she's coming from. Dean really broke her in a way. Still, she's known for five years what she's gotten herself into 😂

He decides to dig out his mom’s engagement ring from a locked box of his parents’ keepsakes, though he’s still waiting on the right time for it. He and Lisa start looking at houses though, for real this time. She hires a realtor and everything. He has to be okay with the fact that you’ll probably marry Benny. You’ll keep making him cookies and cakes, giving him your smile and your time and your body. And Robbie will probably think of Benny as more of a father than his own Weekend Dad. 

I swear I wanted to murder you and Dean here, Alex, aka the part where I really thought you were going to break my goddamn heart 😂💜💜💜

I was livid with that man lmao

And then that whole conversation at their parent's house!!! Fucking finally they're adressing this. Istg they better go to couple's therapy after and learn to communicate properly. Those skills are lacking with these two idiots 😅🙈

“Dean,” you gasp.

I loved how this was the scene that absolutely reached a boiling point with everyone!!! The drama queen in me was like, "Yes!! Let's go!!!" 🤣🤣👏👏

“Just be honest, for once,” she pleads.

The "for once" does it for me 💀 (And then Dean using past tense when saying he loved Lisa 🤯)

I both feel for Benny and Lisa and think both of them handled the break ups incredibly well – no doubt about it. But that proves to me a little that they always knew it could end this way and just chose not to see it (even Benny admitted that at the end). Ultimately, it's a little hard for me to feel toooo awfully sorry for them, ya know? The old "you've dug your grave" story 😅

“I realized what I wanted for my life, and where my heart is…” And he chuckles weakly. “Truth is, you’ve had it the whole time, sweetheart.”

Fucking finally! 🥳 It's been a wild ride to get here, my sweet lil green-eyed idiot 💚🎢

I sobbed again during their wedding when Robbie brought him the ring and how happy he was that his parents were together 🥹

Honestly, I said it over on Patreon, but here again too: This was such an amazing, phenomenal, and yes, dramatic ride, but it was fucking worth every 20k word of it (if you can't tell by this extensively long and insane comment lmao). And I can't help falling in love with you... 💜💜💜

IF I STAY - Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized!Reader

Summary: Your dream is to work with kids as an elementary school teacher. Dean is well on his way to becoming a firefighter, keeping things light and “strings unattached” as he goes. After a one-night stand you never saw coming, you and Dean are forced to deal with the consequences…and figure out if the connection between you is worth fighting for.

AN: Deep breaths Are you ready for a rollercoaster of emotions? 😘❤️

Song Inspo: “I Can’t Help Falling in Love” and “It’s Now or Never” by Elvis

Word Count: 13.1K

Tags/Warnings: Angst, pregnancy feels, hurt/comfort, fluff, time jumps and flashbacks, sexual tension, mutual pining, spice~, and an ending…

❤️‍🔥 If I Stay Masterlist

Part 2: It’s Now or Never

At the doctor’s office, Dean goes in with you for the first trimester ultrasound. There you learn that you’re going to have a boy. Tears well up in your eyes and slip down your cheeks.

Dean wears a look of amazement as he sits on the edge of your bed. He takes up your hand and squeezes gently. He tries to be a strong support, even though he also tries to hide the fear that begins to churn in his gut.

For one of the first times in his life since Sam was born, he feels the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. In a good way. In a fucking scary way.

He looks at you and sees the wonder written across your face while you watch the tiny shape of your baby on the screen. His heartbeat thwaps fast and loud in the speakers.

Dean realizes something else then; the decision you're making is changing the course of your whole damn life…and it’s his fault.

With his weekly hookup rate, in the very back shelves of his mind he knew something like this could happen, even though he thought he'd been careful. (Apparently, condoms are fragile little shits.) But here, in this white wall-to-wall room that smells like hospital antiseptic, that thwap thwap thwap of a heartbeat reverberating in his ears, the reality of this is crashing hard on his shoulders and rattling down to the base of his spine.

Despite his earlier happiness, those thoughts stay with him when you two eventually get back into his car. You have the pictures of the sonogram in your hands. You smile down at them before you put them back in your purse for safekeeping.

However, you notice Dean’s sudden melancholy as he stares out at the road. He’s started the car, but he hasn’t moved to pull out of the parking lot yet.

“Hey, you okay?” you say, resting a gentle hand on his arm.

Dean shakes his head. “Look…I’m sorry for tossing a giant friggin’ monkey wrench into your life. I know this hasn’t been easy for you.”

If possible, your heart softens even more. You slide your hand down to grasp his.

“Dean, this baby wasn’t planned, but he’s not a mistake,” you say. “I don’t regret anything.”

Dean stares back at you, incredulously. He can’t believe you could really say that to him. He doesn’t know what to say. He only knows what’s in his mind, and what he feels compelled to do in that moment.

He leans over and kisses you. It’s a firm meeting of his lips to yours and achingly familiar. But ultimately, it’s chaste. He pulls away and settles back in his seat.

When you blink your eyes back open, your expression is slack in shock.

“I’m sorry,” he says, seeming sheepish, and guilty. “I meant to say thank you. Just didn’t know any other way to say it.”

After a moment, you smile at him. It’s warm and almost shy.

Dean clears his throat, trying to ignore the way his face is heating up. He doesn’t say anything more. He just takes the wheel and shifts gears, pulling the car out of the parking lot. 

You don’t know what possesses you to bake cookies. Dozens and dozens of them, all the chocolate chip cookie recipes you can find. You’re in search of the perfect one. This will be the recipe your son will grow up on, and every time he eats them, he’ll remember how much you loved him.

And then, he’ll be ruined for any other chocolate chip cookies that try to grab his taste buds. He’ll say, Blech. Chips Ahoy? These aren’t as good as Mom makes!

…Or something like that.

Yes, these cookies have to be perfect. You’ll even write the ingredients down on a notecard and hide it away, and it’ll become your family secret recipe.

Once you feel like your cookie game is strong enough, you decide to test these babies out. You bring two dozen painstakingly baked confections to Firehouse 83, where Dean works. The man is a bottomless pit, to be sure, but you also want other people’s unbiased opinions. For science.

You park your car on the side of the road, making sure you’re not blocking the driveway where two huge fire trucks are parked. You head inside the firehouse with your big container under your arm and your purse on the other. Now at seven months into your pregnancy, you’ve gotten to the embarrassing “waddle” stage.

You’re still determined to be active though! You plan to keep working until you have the baby. Your parents live a few hours away, but you’re grateful that they want to help out as much as possible.

Even though they weren’t happy to hear about how you got pregnant, by now they've met Dean and begrudgingly admitted to liking him. He's really stepped up to the responsibility of a future father, insisting on baby-proofing your apartment, helping you shop for the essentials, and going with you to as many doctor’s appointments as he can. He’s even agreed to giving you child support payments, even though you hadn’t wanted to ask for it.

You look for him now as you enter the firehouse, trying to push the heavy glass door open with one hand.

“Here, I got you,” says a familiar baritone voice.

You’re pleasantly surprised at the man who helps you inside.

“Benny! It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, been…a while,” he chuckles, glancing down at the swell of your belly, but he squeezes your shoulder and leans in to hug you gently.

“Dean filled you in?” you ask. You hope so. Having to explain the story to one of his own friends would be embarrassing, especially since this is the man you walked in Sam’s wedding with. It reminds you of that day, and the way you told Dean that news in a glorified closet, with shaking hands and the wrong kind of butterflies.

Thankfully, Benny nods. “That he did…but come on, I’ll show you around. And I see you’ve brought somethin’ special for us?”

He gestures at the container you're holding and offers to take it off your hands. You give it to him, grateful for the help.

“Yeah, and I want you guys to give me your honest opinion.”

Benny tosses you a wink and a smile. “That I can do.”

Your cheeks begin to warm in a blush, but the way he helps you to a comfy couch in the common room earns your smile. There are still good men left in this world, and you’re glad to know that Dean works so well with one.

“You want some coffee, or water? Think we might have some lemonade,” Benny says.

“Water would be great, thank you,” you reply, as you rub your belly. The little man has decided to kick at your liver today. “I stopped drinking coffee for the baby. ”

It's your biggest challenge, to be honest. Try wrangling a group of fifteen to twenty six-year-olds while running on green tea, the fumes of sleep deprivation, reduced bladder control, and as much vim as you can muster.

“Ah, right,” Benny nods. “My sister has two kids. She cut out coffee, pain meds, some dairy stuff. But she claimed cheesecake was all right, ‘cause it’s got cake in the name.”

You giggle. “I see no flaw in her logic.”

Down the hall of the firehouse, Dean is just coming back in from going through a set of drills. He’s still the Candidate—the freshest blood in the house—so they’ve been putting him through his paces for the past several months. He’s eager to learn and to prove himself.

His ears perk up in confusion though. Did he just hear your voice?

Why does it smell like a bakery in here?

When he rounds the corner, he sees you in the common room, smiling and giggling like a teenager at something Benny said to you while he eats a soft baked cookie right out of a Tupperware container. You must’ve brought it for the firehouse.

This cozy little scene kind of annoys Dean somehow, though he doesn’t know why. He does know that it shouldn’t.

“Hey, look who’s here,” Dean says, forcing himself to smile. It becomes easier when you look his way, your eyes brightening at his arrival.

“There you are! Come ‘ere and try these,” you say, pointing at the box Benny holds. “Tell me if our son’s going to have the best PTA mom ever.”

Dean can’t help but grin after trying a big bite of one of your cookies.

“Oh, mah Gah,” he says, holding a hand under his mouth so nothing comes crumbling out.

“Good?” you ask.

“Good friggin’ cookie,” he confirms, after he swallows. “You’re gonna have the other parents frothing at the mouth. Who’s gonna be able to compete with this?”

Benny nods in agreement. When Dean squeezes your shoulder, your sweet, happy smile makes him smile too.

She’s going to be a good mom, he thinks. He can only hope against hope that he can be the man his son needs.

Two months later, the time has finally come. Your water breaks when you’re in the middle of teaching your second graders how to spell exaggerate—and no, Joey, it’s not e-g-g-zagerate.

However, the embarrassment of him pointing out the fluid beginning to stain your slacks is swiftly cut off by your shock. Your first call is to the principal, to have her send someone to cover your class. Your next call is to Dean, telling him to meet you at the hospital.

“Why the hell did he have to bring her,” you mutter to yourself, wiping sweat from your brow. Here you are, gritting your teeth through contraction after contraction in this damn hospital bed, and Dean is outside the room talking to Lisa.

You know you have no real reason to be upset. She’s been trying her best to be your friend in recent months. Hell, she helped Eileen and your mom plan your baby shower. She even brought you flowers when she got to the hospital, but you notice how less than five minutes after she got here, she and Dean became embroiled in yet another argument. It seems to you that all they do is argue, break up for a week or two, and then get back together again.

The sex must be explosive, like the fireworks at goddamn Disney World.

But Dean eventually does come back into the room alone. His support grounds you over the next few hours. He lets you basically break his hand, all while he gives you encouragement (and stands by your shoulder, so he doesn’t see anything you’d rather him not see).

And then, your son is born. Every muscle, every cell in your body is exhausted, but the pain meds have kicked in, and you’re in that blissed out state between abject reality and being entirely entranced by the bundle in your arms. His perfect face is just there, sleeping for the moment after the nurses taught you how to breastfeed.

Dean returns to sit in the chair beside you. He gives you some water and a piece of a protein bar. You’re not that hungry, but he pointed out that you haven’t eaten since before your water broke.

“Sam and Eileen are on their way up,” he says.

You nod in reply. You’re too into your son right now to think of anything else.

Dean shakes his head in wonder as he reaches out with a tentative hand, brushing his fingers over the baby’s downy head. He was born with a little tuft of brown hair.

“Okay, down to business,” Dean says, shooting you a playful look. “I vote for Zeppelin.”

You groan. “Dean, no. Veto. I’m not naming my son after a rock band.”

“Aw, come on. It’s a badass name!”

“What about Aiden?” you suggest.

“Veto,” he snorts. You two agreed to getting five “vetos” each, but this discussion has been more like a battle of wills over the last several months.

“Okay, what about Daniel? That’s strong, classic,” you pose.

Dean considers it with a tilt of his head. “All right, that one’s a maybe.”

Again, he strokes the baby’s soft cheek. You look over at Dean with a small smile.

“You’re going to be a good dad, you know,” you tell him. It earns his gaze. Although he’s trying to stay strong, you read the hidden insecurity there, the worry and fear. You rest a hand on his arm. “You are, Dean. You’re a good man, and you’ve really stepped up these past few months. This obviously isn’t how either of us thought our lives would go, but if this had to happen with someone, I’m glad it’s you.”

Dean’s expression softens. He hesitates, but he lays a hand over yours and squeezes gently.

“Thanks,” he says.

Your eyes meet, and it’s a moment charged with something you can’t even name. It’s not the first time you’ve felt this feeling with him. It both fills your heart with warmth, and makes you ache.

Then the door opens. It’s Lisa, Sam, and Eileen. Dean’s hand slips away from yours as they all pour in to congratulate you and Dean, and of course, meet the baby. There’s a lot of soft cooing and playful shushing.

In that small chaos, your parents call to tell you that they’re finally almost here. It really sucked not having your mom with you, but your parents live far enough away that they were going to take a train and stay with you for at least a week. Their train unfortunately got delayed due to mechanical failure.

It's okay though. Getting through the past several hours has made you realize that you’re stronger and more capable than you think, and even though part of you is still scared to death, you don’t need a husband to be a good mom. You’re going to give this your all, no matter who’s beside you…

And that's no more apparent than when Dean soon has to step out again, leading Lisa out of the room. He saw how her “helpful” suggestion to have a get-together at their apartment to celebrate the baby’s birth was setting you on edge. Really, you just want to sleep for the next 24-hours and not have any more pictures of you taken.

It gets loud enough outside your hospital room that Sam and Eileen feel they have to intervene. Lisa is Eileen’s best friend, and she’s the best equipped to try and deescalate the argument from that end, while Sam deals with Dean. It’s messy, it’s irritating, and it means that even today, you can’t just have a little bit of peace.

You sigh and cradle your still nameless baby close to your chest. He’s all that matters. Already, your heart is so damn full just taking him in.

“What’s your name, my little love?” you whisper. “What am I going to write on your certificate, besides Winchester?”

“How about Benjamin,” comes a Louisiana drawl.

You perk up and smile in surprise. “Benny, hey.”

He greets you with a slightly hesitant kiss on the cheek. He’s brought the baby an adorable teddy bear, and you a beautiful bouquet of white and blue roses, along with a box of chocolates.

“It’s the assorted kind, but they’ve got plenty of the caramel ones you like,” he says, then gazes down at the baby. “Aw, he’s a little charmer. Already got more of you than Dean, that’s for sure.”

You laugh lightly at his teasing. “I don’t know about that.” You hope your son inherits Dean’s strong jaw, and his green eyes.

Benny scratches the back of his head. “Also…sorry if I’m crossing some kind of boundary here. Looks like it’s a bit of a circus outside.”

You shake your head and smile through burgeoning tears. You set the chocolates on the end table where he’s placed the flowers and the teddy bear.

“No, it’s very sweet. Thank you,” you say. You glance out the window of your room to the hallway, where the arguing between Dean, Lisa, Sam, and Eileen seems to finally be calming down. You’re so damn tired, you don’t give a crap about whatever they’re hashing out now.

You look down at your son, and despite your strong thoughts earlier, insecurity begins to creep back into your mind like inky claws.  

“How are you holding up?” Benny asks. His face is kind and concerned when he notes the change in you.

You meet him with a wobbly smile. “Honestly? I’m afraid. I know I have a lot of people who want to support me, and I’m grateful, but…I just have this terrible feeling that we’re going to end up alone, him and me.”

You look down at your son, and you have to wipe away a tear from your eye before it falls on his face.

A large, warm hand rests over yours. Your gaze raises slowly, and Benny smiles at you. He’s serious though.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he says. “You’re not gonna be alone.”

FIVE YEARS LATER... 

For all that changes, there are some things that stay the same.

Dean and Lisa are still the world’s most “off again, on again” couple you’ve ever met. Sam and Eileen are still going strong as the hardworking, driven career couple. Your son is growing more and more every day and just started kindergarten this year.

(You ultimately caved on Dean’s idea to name him Robert, as in Robert Plant, lead singer of Led Zeppelin.)

Oh, yeah, and the “you and Benny” thing? That’s been going well for two years now.

What can you say? The man is persistent, but respectfully so. He’s considerate, reliable, and always calls you when work at the firehouse has him running late.

You haven’t yet invited him to move in with you. That part you’re still hesitant on, mostly because of your son, but Benny helps you drop off Robbie at school and makes breakfast for you all whenever he stays over your apartment. Benny takes an interest in your son’s life and keeps up with all his energy, taking him to the park to run himself ragged before dinner, and helping you tuck him in at night.

Benny is a bit closed off though, the strong stoic type. He’s hard for you to get a read on, and sometimes you wonder if he’s just indulging you when you ramble on about your day or make silly jokes. Even now, sometimes you withhold the first thought that comes to your mind, hoping he doesn’t think you immature or…too much.

But Benny shows his caring in all those little things he does for you. They add up into the big things, and he makes you feel supported. He makes you feel safe.

He even helps you plan your son’s fifth birthday. Robbie wanted to go all out on a dinosaur theme; he’s been hooked on Jurassic Park ever since Benny “accidentally” let him watch it with him on one of your rare nights out with your friends.

So you set up a little party at the park by your apartment. You managed to reserve the biggest gazebo, where there are three picnic tables covered with dinosaur plates, and tablecloths, streamers in different shades of green. You even bought a big dinosaur cake—also in a radioactive green color that you hadn’t been sure about, but your son talked you into. Robbie thinks it’s awesome.

He’s running around on the playground with a few of his friends from school. Their parents (along with Sam, Eileen, and Lisa) are talking amongst themselves at one of the picnic tables while you try to figure out how to get the Bluetooth speaker to connect with your phone.

“Haha! Got it. If you're so smart, Alexa, why don't you connect on the first try?” You fist-pump the air triumphantly, just as Benny comes to your side. He wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your cheek, making you smile.

“How’s it going out there?” you ask, nodding at the kids. Plus Dean, who’s gamely been the one to keep them entertained with different games. Right now, it’s a thrilling game of Cowboys and Outlaws, where Robbie and his friends are the cowboys, and Dean is the outlaw. He’s been hiding under the slide, behind trees and other playground fixtures, while the kids have little squirt guns to pelt him with water every time they find him.

It's pretty damn cute, and you’ve been taking pictures. You smile at the sight of Dean leaping out at Robbie and the kids, catching them off guard.

“You’ll never take me alive, Sheriff!” Dean declares.

“Oh, it’s goin’,” Benny remarks with an amused shake of his head. “Still hard to believe that guy’s about to make it to Lieutenant.”

“Hahaaa, gotcha!!” Dean cackles. He’s grabbed up Robbie and yanked him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Robbie screeches with laughter while his dad runs around the playground, being chased by a bunch of five-year-olds with squirt guns.

Your smile threatens to make your cheeks hurt. You know your life is…unconventional, to say the least, but Dean is a good father to your son. He’s also been working hard at his job. He just took the Lieutenant’s test, and even though Benny already occupies that position at Firehouse 83, a spot at another firehouse might open up for Dean to transfer.

“Part of me doesn’t want to,” Dean admitted to you last week, while he was working on fixing your stubborn, leaky sink. “All the guys there, they’re like family, you know?” “I understand,” you nodded. “You have to do what feels best for you, whether that’s staying where you feel comfortable, or moving up in your career somewhere else. If it doesn’t feel right, don’t do it.” He took in your advice with a slow nod. “Yeah, thanks. Guess I have to time to think about it. Lisa had other ideas.” “Of course,” you said with a smile, but it soon dropped. “Why, what did she say?” “Do what I can to move up,” he sighed. “She’s got a point. That title comes with a pay bump, one I could really use right now.” “I get that. Totally valid,” you said. “But I just think it’s important for you to be happy with it too. Especially with what you do, helping people, saving people…I’d imagine being in the right mindset for all that is important, right? Who you work with can be just as important as the money stuff.” Dean considered you with a smile. “Yeah, exactly.”

As you think about it now, you have to admit that he’s grown up a lot.

Dean has to lean against a tree to catch his breath. Am I already getting too old for this crap?

Feels kind of young to have a stitch in his side after a few rounds with these kids, but even he has his limits. Lisa comes to bring him a bottle of ice-cold water, which he appreciates. He’s tempted to dump it over his head like he does after successfully neutralizing a fire. It gets literally hot as hell under that helmet and mask and all his gear underneath.

“Need an iron lung?” Lisa teases.

“Toss in a new pair of knees, thanks,” he wheezes. He downs half the water bottle in one go, but he smiles at seeing his son keep running around with his friends. He’s just got that manic kid energy that goes on for days. But Robbie’s also smart; like Dean, he likes taking things apart and putting them back together in new and ingenious ways.

Dean hopes his son likes the new model car set that’s waiting for him on the picnic table full of presents. In fact, he’s still surprised that you didn’t go with the race car theme he suggested for the party, but apparently, Robbie’s more into dinosaurs now. Dean wishes he knew that before he bought the model car set.

He looks over and catches sight of you and Benny wrapped up in each other. He has his arm around your waist while you fiddle with something, but the way you lean over and whisper near his ear elicits a smile on Benny’s face.

Dean’s good mood diminishes.

“Well, don’t they seem cozy,” he mutters.

Lisa arches a manicured brow. “Yeah, pretty sure he’s getting ready to propose.”

That earns Dean’s attention, his head swiveling back to her in surprise.

“Really?” he asks. “Who told you that?”

“His sister,” she replies. “Meg’s in my intermediate class, remember?”

Dean nods, sipping at his water, even though he’s a bit absent in the eyes. Lisa watches him shrewdly.

“Why do you seem upset about it?” she asks. “Benny’s your friend.”

“I know,” Dean says. He doesn’t need that reminder, or the guilty twinge. It’s not like he’s done anything wrong.

“And she seems happy,” Lisa points out. “Don’t you want the mother of your kid to be with a good man who treats her right?”

He nods, trying to hide his growing annoyance. “‘Course I do. I just…I don’t know. I still don’t see them together, I guess.”

“Well, they’ve been together for like, two years.”

Again, Dean nods his acknowledgement. It’s hard for him to believe that so much time has passed already. He honestly didn’t think you and Benny would be together this long. He’d always felt a little uncomfortable with one of his best friends dating you, but you’d seemed happy about it, so he didn’t discourage it. But he’d never been very supportive, either. At least, not about your relationship.

Lisa sighs and grabs his arm, pulling him aside before he can rejoin the party.

“Listen, we need to talk about something,” she says.

Dean restrains a tired groan. “Can this wait ‘til later?”

“I think we should do this now,” she says. A hallmark Lisa-ism. She’s opinionated and strong-willed, something Dean’s always respected about her. Sometimes though, the timing is damn irritating. He doesn’t want to get into another argument with his girlfriend in public, especially not at his son’s birthday party.

“Speaking of commitment,” she says with a sigh. “I think it’s fair to say that we’ve been on a five-year rollercoaster, you and I. You know why that is?”

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me,” Dean says, crossing his arms.

“It’s because you’re spread too thin,” she says. “Between the firehouse, construction jobs on the side…not to mention other things.”

“What? What’re you talking about?”

Lisa’s lips purse, before she pointedly gestures over at you with her eyes. “Well, for example. You’re still going to her place after your next shift to fix her fridge, right?”

“Yeah, I mean, should be pretty simple. I’ve just gotta swing by the hardware store and grab this specialty tool I ordered—”

“Dean,” Lisa deadpans. “That’s exactly the kind of thing I’m talking about.”

She heaves a deep breath, running her fingers through her long brown hair.

“I get that navigating this situation hasn’t been easy for you,” she says. “It hasn’t exactly been easy for me either, but look.”

Lisa takes his hands in hers, uncrossing his arms. “I want to get married someday. I want kids too. And I want that kind of life with you…I’m just not sure you want it with me.”

Dean expels a heavy sigh. “Lis—”

“Don’t answer me right now,” she says, but she levels him with a serious look. “You need to decide though, Dean. Five years is long enough. You should know by now if you want to be with me.”

After letting go of his hands, she softens the edges of her words with a gentle kiss on his cheek. Then she turns to join the group now gathered around the picnic table where the food is, all the kids cheering for pizza and cake.

After the party, Sam, Eileen, Lisa, and Benny pack up their cars and yours with the leftover food, party supplies, and presents. Dean helps you clean up the trash, all while keeping an eye on Robbie getting out the last of his sugar-high on the playground swing.

You shake your head tiredly, if with a fond smile. “That kid’s gonna be up all night hype on that radioactive cake.”

Dean chuckles. “You want me to take him tonight?”

“It’s okay. I think he’s going to want to play with his toys,” you reply.

“Well, he could just as easily do that at my place,” he reasons.

You consider it, but you shake your head. “Yeah, but we got him the bike. He’s probably gonna want to try it out for a few minutes before we get him cleaned up.”

“By ‘we,’ you mean you and Benny,” Dean says, his tone becoming surly. “And about that. Don’t you think a bike is something you should run by me? That’s typically a ‘dad’ kind of gift.”

You pause what you’re doing at the sound of his tone. Your brows knit together.

“Sorry, but I feel like a bike isn’t exclusively a dad thing,” you say.

“My dad got me my first bike,” Dean replies. “Spent a whole three days teaching me how to ride.”

You take a minute to think about it. You understand where Dean’s coming from, so you nod.

“Okay, I get it. You want to be there to help teach Robbie? I’m sure he’d love that.” 

Dean tosses a wadded-up ball of frosting-covered napkins and stops, letting his hands fall to his sides in frustration. He draws closer and helps you untie the balloons from the picnic table.

“Yeah, I do, but that’s not the point,” he says. “Why can’t I take him home tonight?”

You blink up at him in confusion. “Well, like I said. The bike—”

“That I should’ve gotten for him,” he snaps. “Which, let me guess, Benny picked out. Right?”

You frown at him in earnest now. “Dean, why are you getting so upset about it? It’s just a bike.”

“Well you know what, it’s not! And it’s not just the damn bike either.” He swipes a hand over his face in annoyance, a telltale sign you’ve come to read well on the man. “Look, I’m missing too much shit, all right? Like, like the dinosaur thing! And the fact that I only get him on the weekends.”

You turn toward him, trying to put a cap on your own annoyance. This isn’t the first time you two have had a conversation like this. 

“We’ve gone over this before, Dean. Your schedule at the firehouse is just too unpredictable,” you say. “Robbie needs as much stability as possible between us. But…okay, if you want to take him tonight, that’s fine. We can bring the bike over to your place and show it to him there.”

You’re trying to be as reasonable as possible, and Dean knows that. Still, anger prickles just under his skin, and he can’t help but push his luck.

“You still should’ve asked be before you got the bike in the first place,” he argues.

Your brows raise high. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Look, it’s not like we bought him a Honda Civic. Honestly, Dean, why are you picking a fight with me right now?” you ask. “Did you and Lisa get into it again or something?”

Dean looks away and crosses his arms, giving you all the confirmation you need.

“Yeah, that’s right,” you nod. “I saw you two over there on the playground, looked pretty heated. But do me a favor. Don’t come at me with that energy, because I’m too damn tired of it!”

When you walk away from him, Dean can’t help but stare after you. He knows he fucked that up, just as he knows that you don’t deserve him snapping at you. He’s just too irritated to admit it.

For the entire week that follows, Dean finds himself distracted. He sticks to his word and helps Benny teach his son how to ride a bike in between their shifts at the firehouse, but Dean comes home each night feeling even more frustrated and drained than before. It’s too much, knowing Benny’s slowly but surely carving out a father-figure role in Robbie’s life.

These thoughts follow Dean to work, even while he climbs up the firetruck ladder in the rain. It’s parallel to a busted utility pole that still sparks with electricity, even in this torrential downpour. His task is to get up to the top and grab a large branch that’s tangled in the lines.

Rung after rung, he climbs. His safety mask protects his eyes from the rain, but he wishes they had some mini windshield wipers to keep his vision clear of the droplets pelting him in the face.

He also can’t help thinking of you. If Lisa’s right, then Benny’s about to become a more permanent fixture in Robbie’s life, and yours. 

Okay fine. It’s not like Dean expected you to be single forever, but did you really have to get with one of his best friends? Does it really have to be Benny, who seems so natural with Robbie, and more patient than Dean, and more of a support to you and Robbie than Dean can ever be?

And then there’s Lisa’s little ultimatum. He understands why she’s frustrated with him. Honestly, he’s surprised she’s stuck around this long. He knows she’s not going to wait too much longer for him to get his act together. For him to decide, as she put it.

It’s not that he’s not sure about her, it’s just that…

Just that what? he wonders.

He manages to grab the wily tree branch and maneuver it out of the power lines. 

He just doesn’t realize that his glove doesn’t have quite enough friction on the metal side panel of the ladder. Not only does his hand slip, but he’s forced to let go of the branch while he loses his balance. The branch falls to the sidewalk, far, far down below.

“Dean!” Benny shouts in alarm.

Luckily, the truck itself breaks Dean's fall.

Holding Robbie’s hand tightly in yours is the only thing keeping you steady as you lead him through the hospital. After the receptionist had checked you both in and gave you the room number, you hastened down the hall and up to the right floor. 2005.

Robbie breaks into tears when he finally gets to see his dad, laid up though he is in his hospital bed. Your throat tightens at the sight of Dean hooked up to all those monitors. He has his arm wrapped up and fitted into a sling. He has a thick piece of gauze taped to the side of his face, covering a wide, angry abrasion, but he seems to be resting easy on his back. The bed is at an incline, with most of the overhead lights turned off.

Robbie rushes to the bed before you can stop him. He hesitantly touches Dean’s non-injured right hand. “Daddy?”

“Robbie, wait,” you say, keeping your voice quiet. You quickly go over to the bedside and grab ahold of Robbie’s shoulders, but Dean takes a deep breath. His eyelids crack open.

“Hey, buddy,” he says, attempting a smile. His voice is rough and weak, but at least he’s awake.

Robbie’s lower lip wobbles as tears fill his eyes again.

“Come ‘ere,” Dean says, a little stronger. When he reaches out to his son, the kid hops up onto the bed and buries his face into his father’s chest. Dean holds him as securely as he can, soothing his hand over the boy’s hair and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“It’s okay, little man. ‘M okay,” he promises. Robbie nods, but he still continues to cry.

You can’t help but do the same. Tears slip down your cheeks without your consent. Dean beckons you over too, gesturing with his chin and a slight smile. You’re more tentative in the way you sit down at the edge of his bed. You run your fingers through Robbie’s light brown hair to help reassure him. Then, you meet Dean’s gaze and lay a hand on his good shoulder. You don’t know whether you’re steadying him, or yourself.

“How do you feel?” you ask. “The hospital called me. Benny told me what happened.”

The thought reminds you to text your boyfriend. You hadn’t had a chance to tell him you made it here yet. He must be downstairs grabbing a bite to eat, because he’s the one who rode with Dean in the ambulance and has been with him for a while.

“The hospital called you?” Dean notes in slight confusion.

“Eileen told me that Sam is in court right now, so I must’ve been next on the list,” you say. He also must have taken Lisa off his emergency list the last time they broke up for almost a month. He probably forgot to update it again.

You reach out a hand to almost touch the bandage by his temple. Instead, you hesitantly hold the side of his face to see the area better. Dean closes his eyes for a moment. You can see he’s in pain. Your hand lingers on his cheek, but you know, deep down, that it shouldn’t.

Dean doesn’t stop you though. He lets out a deep breath, savoring how nice the gentle touch feels when the rest of his body feels battered to hell.

“Fell off the ladder. Was a stupid rookie move,” he explains, but when he sees that look on your face, he tries to inject a little more joking into a smile. “S’ not so bad.”

“You could’ve broken your head as well as your arm,” you say, more sharply than you mean to.

Robbie whimpers and clings tighter to Dean. You cover your mouth, as if you can trap the words back inside. You don’t want to upset your son more than he already is, so you fall silent. Another tear works its way down your cheek, but you brush it away. Dean shakes his head.

“Hey, I’m okay,” he reassures you too. He manages to smile as he pats Robbie’s back. “Right, buddy?”

The boy’s head perks up. His eyes are still shiny, but he smiles too. He’s not one to speak when he’s upset though, so he just curls up against Dean’s chest and hangs onto him. Dean rests his good arm snugly around him.

You smile and stroke Robbie’s back. Though your hand lowers, resting on Dean’s hand. You take in a deep breath to calm yourself down. Dean’s fingers curl around yours, prompting you to glance up into his eyes. The way he’s watching you is soft, grateful.

Until the door creaks open. Benny steps in with a subtle clearing of his throat. You jolt internally, and you slip your hand away from Dean’s. You offer your boyfriend a wan smile.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hey, baby.” He comes over and greets you with a kiss to the side of your head. He smiles at your son gently. “The gang’s all here.”

“Oh! Let me call Sam, and Lisa too. They still don’t know what’s going on,” you say. You get up from the bed to grab your phone out of your purse. Dean nods in agreement and thanks you, while Robbie plays with his dad's long fingers.

“How you holdin’ up, brother?” Benny asks, after you step out of the room. He settles into the chair near the foot of the bed.

“Ah, you know me. I’m like a cat. Always stick the landing,” Dean says, smiling lazily. The morphine is starting to kick in again.

Benny smirks. “Maybe you do got nine lives, the amount of close calls you like gettin’ yourself into.”

Dean’s good humor fades. He considers his son in his arms, and he shakes his head.

“Yeah, well, no more,” he says. He got a taste of what it would be like to leave his boy behind, and he’s not fucking doing it. He’s not leaving you to raise Robbie by yourself. The mere idea tears a new hole in his heart.

His eyes sting just enough that he has to blink a bit harder, swallowing past a thick well of emotion in his throat. He presses another kiss to the top of Robbie’s head. Then, Dean meets Benny’s gaze.

“Thank you,” he says, and he means it.

Benny nods.

“You got it, brother.”

When Lisa steps off the hospital elevator on the second floor, you happen to be coming out of the bathroom to fix your racoon eyes. You’ve been crying way too much. You attempt to greet Lisa with something reassuring, but she cuts you off. 

“What happened, and why didn’t the hospital call me directly?” she asks.

Her tone is cutting, and it takes you aback.

“Well, Sam and I were listed as his emergency contacts—”

“Why?” she snaps. “You’re not his wife or his girlfriend. I should’ve been listed.”

Jesus Christ. At this point, you can’t help it. You’re too tired and emotionally drained to lasso in your temper with this woman.

“Maybe if you and Dean stayed together longer than five minutes at a time, he’d put you back on the short list,” you sling back. “But the truth is, you’ve never just…been there for Dean. Not without demanding something from him.”

Lisa scoffs incredulously. “Oh, that’s fucking rich coming from you. You’re the reason he can’t commit to anything. You think your little world is the only one that matters, and you call Dean for any little thing! What, don’t you have a boyfriend to help fix your goddamn sink?” 

You open your mouth to retort, but you pause as her words seep into your mind. She might actually have a small point about that one. You realize then just how often you’ve been asking Dean for his help, not just with your apartment, but with your car, and other logistical things that usually have to with Robbie. Dean’s just such a good handyman, and you thought he genuinely liked being able to help…even though Benny did mention once or twice that he’d be just as happy to help you.

“Lisa, this is a lot more than a leaky sink. I just wanted to get here with Robbie and make sure Dean was okay,” you try to explain.

“Good. I’m glad his son was the first person Dean got to see when he woke up,” Lisa says. “But I should’ve been the second.”

She brushes past you before you can even think of what to say. You’re in a state of shock, feeling guilty, incensed, and on the verge of tears all at once.

A familiar voice calls your name, and you turn to Benny just as those tears begin to fall. He gathers you up into his arms and holds you there in the middle of the hallway.

“She shouldn’t talk to you like that, no matter how high tensions are today. I’ll talk to Dean,” Benny says. You shake your head and bury your face in his chest, clenching your fingers in his red flannel shirt. 

“No, it’s okay,” you reply, despite the sob that shudders through you. You’ve lost the will to fight.

Benny shakes his head and presses a kiss to your forehead. “It ain’t okay, baby.”

“Please, don’t bother Dean with this. Especially not right now,” you say. You take a moment to wipe your eyes and get ahold of yourself. “I’m gonna go get Robbie so Dean can rest.”

You can’t shake the feeling that Lisa is right. You do rely on Dean too much. You just don’t want to think about why that is.

Dean makes a full recovery after a few months. He never does hear about what happened in that hallway, but he knows that things need to change. 

He decides to dig out his mom’s engagement ring from a locked box of his parents’ keepsakes, though he’s still waiting on the right time for it. He and Lisa start looking at houses though, for real this time. She hires a realtor and everything. 

He’s making a firm decision, and he thinks it’s the right one. He wants to be there for his son, but he doesn’t want to keep “spreading himself too thin.” He has to figure out how to set some roots, and some boundaries with you while he’s at it. He’ll just have to come to terms with the idea that he won’t get to be there for everything. 

He has to be okay with the fact that you’ll probably marry Benny. You’ll keep making him cookies and cakes, giving him your smile and your time and your body. And Robbie will probably think of Benny as more of a father than his own Weekend Dad. 

Meanwhile, you’ve spent the past few months keeping yourself in check as well. You’ve stopped calling Dean for help whenever something breaks down in your old-ass apartment. You try to keep your conversations less about life and troubles and whatever funny thing your students did that day in class, and more focused on Robbie–strictly about his schedule and his needs.

It’s kind of painful, if you’re honest with yourself. Sam will always be one of your closest friends from college, but in the past five years, Dean has truly become your best friend. Because you’ve told him things. The things that come from sharing a child with someone, like Sunday dinners with your parents, flipping through old yearbooks and childhood pictures—and the details of day-to-day schedules and little stupid things that happen in moments between moments.

Dean also knows the deep cuts. Like being pregnant and scared and breaking down crying on the side of the road. Like sharing the deepest well of your insecurities with someone who knows your body intimately, even if just for one amazing night...a night you’ve never quite been able to put out of your mind.

However, you know that things can’t stay the same. From now on, he just needs to be your son’s father. Nothing more, nothing less. 

So today, on a crisp April 24th, you’re getting ready for a highly anticipated evening with your boyfriend. Robbie is sleeping over your parents’ house, and Benny has been planning something special for your third-year anniversary. 

You slip into your new dress, a deep emerald green, with a pair of black heels you’ve rarely worn since before you got pregnant. Come to think of it, you were wearing these the night of Sam and Eileen’s bachelor-bachelorette party. The night you…well, the night Robbie was conceived. 

You shake your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. You even consider changing. 

You’re being silly, you shake your head. They’re just shoes. 

And yet. Thinking of that time so long ago, it reminds you of a recent Sunday dinner at your parents’ house.

Two Months Ago...

Your parents live modestly, but comfortably in rural Kansas. Their ranch-style home boasts a creek in the backyard, where your dad is teaching your son how to catch minnows. Your mom is inside working on an apple pie, knowing it’s both Dean’s and Robbie’s favorite.

You and Dean have kept close to the house under the shade, sitting on a bench made more comfortable by a pair of old polyester cushions with red, faded flowers.

“How much longer do you have to wear that?” you ask Dean. He glances down at his cast-covered left arm.

“Doc says it’s about ready to come off,” he says.

You nod, allowing yourself a certain smile. “How bad are you itching to grab my mom’s garden shears and cut it off right here?”

“Woman, don’t tempt me,” he says, his lips twitching at a grin. “I’ve been eying those overgrown scissors for the past half hour.”

You laugh and take another sip of your glass. Yours holds sweet tea, while Dean’s has some of your dad’s favorite whiskey. You both raise your heads when Robbie yells across the backyard.

“I caught a minnow!”

“Good job, buddy,” Dean grins. “See if you can catch a marlin!”

“A marlin?” Robbie questions.

“Yeah, like that orange guy in Finding Nemo,” Dean calls back.

Your dad gives Dean the same wry look you do, though yours is tinged with more amusement.

“Dean, that’s a clown fish,” you say. “He’s not gonna find that in the creek.”

“Aw, shit,” he tries to quiet his laugh. “Ah well, should keep him occupied for another twenty minutes.”

You bite your lip to stifle your laughter as well. Though something else occurs to you the longer you watch your son play and explore in the creek. Your dad has the patience of a saint as he puts yet another bait worm on the hook for the kid.

“He’s starting to ask questions, you know,” you tell Dean, in a quieter voice. “‘Why aren’t you and Daddy married? Why can’t we all live together?’”

Dean's brows raise. His good humor dims when he looks over at you.

“What do you tell him?” he asks.

You take in a deep breath, considering your words now as carefully as you did with your son.

“That we care about each other a lot, as friends,” you say, meeting Dean’s eyes. “And we love Robbie very much. Nothing’s going to change that, even if you and I aren’t together like a normal mom and dad.”

Saying it like that makes your heart twinge, for more than one reason. The way Dean’s mouth twitches into a rueful smile just makes it worse, but you try your best to ignore it.

“I never thought about having to explain it to him,” he says, rubbing a hand over his mouth.

It’s that anxious tell of his again. You notice every time he does it.

“I have,” you admit. “I just didn’t know for sure what I was going to say until it was coming out of my mouth.”

Dean smirks a little. “Yeah, that sounds like you.”

You roll your eyes and sip your drink, crossing your arms as well. Dean considers you then, looking at you in a way that makes you raise a brow in question.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing, it’s just…” He sits back against the bench and rubs his hands down his jean-clad thighs. “For the record, I did try to ask you out once.”

“What?” you scoff incredulously. “No, you’ve been with Lisa since the beginning.”

“Before Lisa,” Dean says.

He isn’t joking. He isn’t teasing. He’s serious as he stares back at you with those green eyes of his. Your brows furrow as you wrack your brain. Did he drunkenly leave you a voicemail on one of those “off again” episodes between him and Lisa? No. You know you’d remember something like that.

“It was a few weeks after the bachelor party,” Dean says. “I called you up, remember?”

Your eyes widen. Finally, that jogs your memory.

“So I just thought maybe you and I could do something again. Maybe you wanna come over my place this time.” And there it is. You deflate at his words, shoulders sagging. The "convenient booty call" proposition.

You have to laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Dean, you did not ask me out,” you say. “You wanted to hook up. There’s a distinct difference.”

Dean frowns at you. “No, I was. I invited you over—”

“For essentially some Netflix and chill,” you retort.

“Hey, I offered to make you dinner,” he argues. “I didn’t say anything about hooking up.”

You pause at that. His earnest denial makes you actually think back to what you remember about that conversation on the phone.

“So I just thought maybe you and I could do something again. Maybe you wanna come over my place this time.” And there it is. You deflate at his words, shoulders sagging. The "convenient booty call" proposition. “I could make us some burgers, toss in a couple of beers and a movie night,” he adds.

You cover your lips with your fingers as you begin to realize…

“That was you asking me out?” you ask incredulously.

Dean’s brows furrow and he throws his hands up. “What? Who doesn’t like a little movie night?”

“Dean,” you huff another laugh. “You could’ve made it sound more like a date.”

“Well, ‘scuse me. Sorry I couldn’t afford the Ritz at the time,” he grumbles.

You sigh. “That’s not what I meant.”

The more you think about it, the more you just shake your head at yourself. Why did you have to overthink it, like you do everything?

“Wow,” you say, softer and more contrite. “I honestly never thought…”

“Yeah,” he says. He shifts his gaze out ahead.

You glance over at him, now more unsure of yourself. He wouldn’t have any regrets, you think. He has Lisa. As much as they go at it, they always inevitably get back together. And now you know they hired a realtor. They’re about to start making solid steps forward.

But Dean surprises you with another question.

“Do you think if…”

He doesn’t finish it, but you think you know what he’s asking. You hesitate, your fingers flexing around your glass that beads with condensation. You set the glass down beside you. 

Just as you open your mouth to reply—

“All right, pie is cooling and dinner is served!” your mom calls out. Her head pokes out of the sliding glass door to the backyard. You offer a smile, trying to hide how you jolted in your seat.

“Okay, thanks, Mom,” you nod.

You turn back to Dean, who also hesitates. His eyes meet yours, but all too soon, he locks the moment away.

Bracing his hands on his knees, he rocks to his feet and goes out to get Robbie and help your dad bring in the fishing gear.

You grab Dean’s whiskey along with your tea on your way back inside the house. You consider the amber liquid disturbed in his glass, and you down the rest yourself. The burn down your throat is a good distraction. If he asks about it, you’ll say you got the glasses confused.

You know you’ll have to leave that conversation unfinished at the foot of the bench.

Now...

Benny comes by your apartment and helps you into the passenger side of his pickup truck, like the gentleman he is. He takes you to a nice restaurant in downtown, much nicer than the usual sports bar or kid-friendly restaurant. You're very much looking forward to eating at a restaurant that doesn't feature chicken fingers or "kiddie" corn dogs.

“This is gonna be really expensive,” you whisper to him, after he hands his keys over to the valet. 

Benny squeezes your hand in his, leaning over to kiss your temple. 

“Don’t you worry about that. We both deserve a night out.” His blue eyes gleam with amusement. However, his gaze gentles, becoming more sincere. “You work hard, carin’ for everybody around you. How about you let me take care of you for once.”

Your eyes begin to water, your throat constricting with emotion. You rub his arm gratefully.

“Thank you,” you say. “You don’t know how much I appreciate that.” 

It’s always easy with Benny. Nice and simple and easy. Nice, supportive, and considerate.

Nice and safe.

That thought follows you while you and Benny walk into to the restaurant. He’s reserved great seats in the back corner, overlooking a beautiful courtyard. It’s decorated with hydrangeas and light wood dining tables, all framed with a rod iron archway as the sun begins to set just so. After holding your chair out for you before he sits himself, Benny orders a bottle of champagne to kick things off.

He turns to you with a somewhat nervous look in his eyes, like he's steeling himself. It’s uncharacteristic of Benny, who’s always so calm and charming and sure of himself. It makes a zing of anticipation run down your spine, and…a dash of fear. You don’t know why, and you don’t know how to beat the feeling down as you fidget in your seat.

He subtly clears his throat, then takes your hand. “Sweetheart, I know I’m not all that good at the words you’re supposed to say. But I can say that the past three years with you and Robbie, it’s come to mean the world to me.”

Your smile softens. He brushes his thumb over the back of your hand, encouraged by your reaction.

“So I think it’s time I made it clear where I stand, and how much I want to be the man in your life,” he says.

Your eyes begin to widen in shock, but not for the reason he thinks.

“Dean,” you gasp.

Benny’s expression slackens. “What?”

You point over his shoulder, and Benny turns to follow your line of vision. Dean and Lisa have just walked into the restaurant. They notice you pointing their way, and they both pause in surprise as well. Lisa is beautiful as usual in a slinky black dress, completely backless (something you feel you could never pull off, unless you had an invisible bra to keep the girls perked up).

Dean is…well, you’ve very rarely seen him in a suit, but charcoal gray works for him. The open collar and white buttoned-down works for him, as do the three top buttons he’s left undone, showing a tantalizing strip of tanned skin. He stares back at you like he forgot you live in the same time zone, let alone the same zip code.

“Uh, hey!” he casts out an awkward wave, before he makes his way over to you and Benny. Lisa is less than enthused.

“We shouldn’t interrupt their night,” you catch her whisper to him, but Dean doesn’t seem to hear her.

“What’s up, party people! Of all the gin joints in all the world, huh?” Dean says, a little too loudly when he thumps Benny on the back. Benny grunts, giving a bit of a forced chuckle.

“Dean,” he greets. “I think I told you about this particular gin joint. Good to see you can actually clean up once in a while.”

“Ah, you know what, this monkey suit ain’t too bad,” Dean says, pulling at his collar.

You smirk in amusement. “Yeah, I remember how much you complained about wearing a simple tie for Robbie’s Christmas pageant.”

He smirks down at you. “Hey, ties still might not be my thing, but nothing wrong with a sharp collar.”

He pops his for emphasis. You don’t know why it makes you laugh, but it does. Maybe it’s just his face and the silly, endearing expression he makes when he pouts his lips in a “blue steel.”

“So, is this just a night out, or you guys celebrating something special?” Dean asks, gesturing at the champagne bottle and your full glasses of bubbly.

Benny gives his friend a certain look. “Yeah, as a matter of fact. Today’s three years.”

He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You smile back at him, though you’re a bit self-conscious at the way both he and Dean, and even Lisa have their attention on you.

“We should let you guys get back to it then,” Lisa says.

Honestly, it’s a relief. You and Benny nod, wishing them a goodnight.

For some reason, you notice how Dean’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. But he goes with Lisa, laying a hand on the small of her back. You force yourself to tear your eyes away from them and refocus on Benny. You take up your champagne glass and raise it in offering.

“All right, where were we?” you ask, if with a nervous trill in your belly.

Benny smiles. He takes up his glass and clinks it with yours.

Lisa nearly sighs. She and Dean are back in line at the front of the restaurant, waiting to be seated. The second time she catches Dean glancing over at the table where you and Benny sit, she shakes her head and digs into her purse for the valet card. She’s done with this.

“I think maybe we should go to a different restaurant,” she says.

That finally earns Dean’s attention, mostly confused. “What, why?”

She just gives him a long look.

He realizes that whatever her reasons are, it’s easier to just give in than to fight her on it. He’s learning when to pick his battles. Or is he just giving up?

Also, if tonight’s “the night” he thinks it is for you and Benny, maybe he doesn’t want to stick around after all. Three years, huh?

“All right, fine. Let’s go,” he agrees.

Dean and Lisa wait for the valet to bring the Impala around. The minute he gets behind the wheel and turns the key into the ignition, she changes her mind.

“Look, let’s just go home,” she says. “I don’t really feel like eating out anymore.”

Dean’s brows raise. “What? Aw, come on. We’re already dressed and everything. You look great, Lis. Just tell me where you wanna eat.”

Lisa remains firm, with a small shake of her head. “Please, Dean, just take me home.”

After a moment of indecision, Dean sighs. He revs the ignition and does as she says.

It’s only a fifteen-minute drive back to their apartment, but in that stifling silence, it seems to drag on for a small eternity. He glances at her a couple of times. Lisa has her arms crossed as she stares out the window, watching the other restaurants and mom-and-pops shops and forest trees and old houses of Lebanon, Kansas go by.

Dean counts it a blessing when they’re finally home. He walks up the few short steps up to their ground-floor apartment and unlocks the door. He flicks on the lights inside, and she breezes past him to toss her purse onto the couch.

Dean takes off his blazer and begins to undo the buttons on his cuffs. He watches her all the while, knowing that a storm is brewing. She shucks off her heels and slowly paces the living room on bare feet, like her whirling thoughts are fueling every step.

“All right, I give. What’s going on?” Dean asks. “What’d I do this time?”

She pauses, with her back turned to him.

Shit, he thinks. He shouldn’t have said it like that.

He prepares for the inevitable blow up, but it never comes. Lisa just heaves a sigh. Slowly she turns, and Dean’s shocked and dismayed to see the tears welling up in her deep brown eyes. He makes quick strides toward her, but she raises a hand to keep him at bay.

“Dean, when you picture yourself happy, truly happy,” she says. “Is it with me? Can you imagine yourself marrying me? Buying the house, having kids, growing old together?”

If Dean was thrown for a loop before, he’s even more stunned by her question. “Lis…”

“Just be honest, for once,” she pleads. Her tears begin to brim over, but she blinks, somehow keeping them at bay.

It’s a bit too long before Dean realizes that he can’t give her an answer. At least, not the one he knows she wants to hear.

When he thinks of that picture in his mind, of course he sees his son. But the only other person Dean can imagine there beside him is…

“I…” He wills his mouth to work, but nothing else comes out.

The only face he can conjure is yours. Your eyes are warm and welcoming, your smile as bright and contagious as your laugh.

The only voice he can hear is yours, gentle and strong at the same time.

The only one he can see is you.

He knows the shampoo you use and the perfume you like to wear, how the sweet and floral scents mix together and linger in your hair and on your skin.

Even now he remembers the contours of your body, and how it could fit so well against his. He knows that you used to try and hide your shape under loose, baggy shirts and cargo pants that did nothing for you. He knows how much courage it took you to wear that red dress to his brother’s party, because you told him once, at one of those Sunday dinners at your parents’ house.

Come to think of it, there’s not a whole lot that Dean doesn’t know about you, except maybe what you see when you look at him.

“You love her,” Lisa finishes for him. “I think you always have.”

Dean’s throat tightens. Somehow he swallows anyway, and he shakes his head. 

“Lisa, I loved you.”

“Maybe you did, in your own way,” she says, laughing a little through her tears as she wipes them away. “But you already have a family, Dean. Go fight for it.” 

Dean doesn’t know what to say, but he knows what he can do.

He goes to her and kisses her cheek. 

“I’m so sorry,” he says. 

Lisa merely nods, wiping her face dry. She watches Dean Winchester walk out of her apartment, and out of her life for good this time. 

Dean calls your cell, but it goes to voicemail. He drives all the way back to the restaurant and doesn’t find you or Benny there. 

Dean realizes that what he’s doing, what he plans to do, is not fucking cool. He wouldn’t blame you or even Benny for being severely pissed when Dean shows up. He also knows that he can’t let another day pass where he keeps lying to you, and himself. 

He eventually finds you at home. What’s weird is that Benny’s truck isn’t in the driveway—just your car. He knocks on your door, and he waits.

He unconsciously holds his breath while he waits in that terrible existence of limbo. However, his heart thrums back to life when he hears your footsteps drawing closer to the door. Anticipation, excitement, dread, it all roils together inside him like a bad cocktail as the door swings open.

And he’s once again rendered a bit breathless at the sight of you in that dress. The color alone appeals to him, let alone the way it accentuates your every curve, from full breasts to the swell of your hips, the softer slope of your thighs, and bare toes painted. You’re fucking delectable, every curve, and a temptation without you even meaning to be. 

You’re just…you’re still so goddamn beautiful, like the night he first saw you. Even now, he can almost feel the give of your thighs under his hands, his fingers pressed to supple flesh. 

But then he’s drawn to your face, and your wide eyes full of surprise. Your mascara is a bit smudged though. Your eyes are red too, like you’ve been crying. His brows furrow in concern.

“Dean, what’re you doing here?” you ask.

“I need to talk to you, but uh…did something happen?” he asks. “You okay?”

You’re reluctant to tell him. Did Benny say something to upset you? Or was it something he did?

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say.

Instinctively, Dean knows it’s a lie.

“This isn’t a good time though,” you say, after clearing your throat. “Can we do this tomorrow, maybe?”

Dean leans a hand on the doorframe.

“Please, it’s important,” he says. His eyes implore you harder than his words. Please.

That does it. A sigh passes through your lips, but you let him in. He knows Robbie is with your parents for the night, which actually makes this easier.

Once he steps inside the apartment, Dean does notice that your bedroom door is open. Half the drawers to your dresser are open too, and empty. Certain frames that used to be on your coffee table are no longer there, like the one of you, Benny, and Robbie on a camping trip. 

“You want some coffee, or soda?” you ask. 

Dean declines and grasps your arm before you can busy yourself into “hostess” mode. He leads you to the couch, where you both sit down together.

“What happened tonight?” he asks. “Where’s Benny?”

Your lower lip wobbles, the beginning of your telltale cry face. Dean knows his son gets it from you, and it always breaks his heart. He squeezes your arm gently, trying to ground you.

“Benny proposed to me tonight,” you confess, taking in a sharp breath. “He proposed, and I couldn’t give him an answer.” 

You shake your head as the tears sting hot in your eyes. 

“He got so upset, he just—he left!” You throw your hands up. “But honestly, I don’t blame him.”

Dean tries to comfort you as you try and fail to wipe at your face. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, cupping your cheek to brush the tears away himself. 

“Why couldn’t you answer him?” he asks. 

You look up at Dean, and you finally notice the shine of hope in his eyes. Dean touches your cheek more tenderly. 

“Does it mean I have a chance here?” he asks.

Despite what your eyes tell you, you still gape at him in shock. “What? But…what about Lisa?”

“It’s over. For good this time,” Dean shakes his head. “I realized what I wanted for my life, and where my heart is…”

And he chuckles weakly. “Truth is, you’ve had it the whole time, sweetheart.”

You begin to crumble all over again. You pull away from him and his touch, because you can’t believe it. You cover your face with your hands, sniffling as you try to make sense of his words, his touch, and the warm flutter threatening to brim happiness in your heart.

“God, Dean. You can't just..."

"I mean it," he insists.

You're still reluctant to take him seriously...no matter how much you want to. It's a conflicting realization that hurts, and makes you feel stupid for taking so long to figure it out, and makes you hate yourself for hoping his words are true.

"Come the morning, you’re going to change your mind,” you reason, without looking at him. “Like you’ve done with Lisa a thousand times.”

“No,” Dean says firmly. He shifts closer and prompts you to look at him, really look at him.

“Not about this, and you know it,” he says, catching and holding your gaze. “That’s why you couldn’t say yes to Benny. Because you know what we’ve got. It’s the real deal.”

You still look uncertain, even though you can’t bring yourself to pull away this time. Dean has always had this way of looking into the very depths of you, like he can actually see every thought as it passes through your mind.  

“I should’ve said yes,” you say. “I can rely on Benny. I know he would stay by my side, and…and I know he won’t hurt me.”

Not like I’ve just hurt him, you think. Guilt still pricks at your heart. The last thing you ever wanted to do was lead him on, and yet, that’s what you’d done, wasn’t it? You thought you had loved him. You’re sure that you did, but maybe it just wasn’t the kind of love that could reach down deep and grab you, set your blood on fire, and make you ache when the burn was gone.

That spark licks across your skin when Dean takes your hands.  

“What if I want to be that guy for you,” he says.

You allow yourself to look at him. Really look at him.

You know Dean. When he gets an idea in his head, it inhabits every bone and shred of muscle in his body. There’s no mistaking his resolve, or the steady grip of his hands over yours.

“If you let me, I’ll stay. I won’t leave you,” he says. In his eyes, there’s a firm promise. “I can be the guy you rely on. The man you can trust. The man who’s gonna love you, come whatever. Because now I know what it means. I know how it feels.”

You bite your lower lip against the smile that wants to surface.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

Dean smiles for you. “If you wanna know the truth, I’m pretty sure I’ve been loving you since the day I heard Robbie’s heartbeat for the first time.” 

Your tears flow harder at that. A shaky breath escapes you, though it does nothing to steady you. Dean strokes your cheek gently with his thumb. 

“Please, just give me this one chance,” he asks. Begs, really. 

He doesn’t have to though. You nod, just a little. 

“Okay,” you agree. “Let’s try.”

Dean's smile spreads slow, but warm across his face. It’s your favorite kind, the kind that crinkles his eyes. 

He leans in and claims your lips with his own. The passion of it is familiar, but you don't think it’s the same as five years ago. Now, there’s an underlying note of tenderness in his touch and each new way he tastes you deeper. He holds nothing back this time, and neither do you. 

Your fingers tangle in his shirt, and then in his hair as you moan into his mouth. “Dean.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he answers against your lips, though he doesn’t give you much room to keep talking.

You haven’t heard him call you sweetheart in a long time. You feel your heart knitting back together, stitch by stitch. Tears sting in your eyes anew, but you squeeze your eyes shut against them.

“I…”

You can’t even continue the breathless thought. You hold his face desperately between your hands, pressing your forehead to his for a moment as you both catch your breath. But this man is like the sweetest, most seductive vice. Now that you’ve gotten another hit, you can’t resist. You no longer want to.

His arms wrap around you more securely, and he leans in to lure you back into his kiss. His tongue breaches past your lips to curl along yours with tantalizing strokes. His hands slowly move down your back and along your waist.

“Mmm, missed the hell outta this,” he groans into your mouth. Your heart flutters again at the way he holds you, the way his big hands squeeze you and feel you.

You let him guide you down onto the sofa cushions. He slots himself between your bare thighs and runs his hand up familiar smooth skin, bunching the skirt of your dress higher as he goes. He aims to get himself reacquainted with every soft part of you that welcomes him back.

For once, the gates around your hearts swing free. 

Dean never imagined that his own son would hand him the ring he gives to his wife, but today, it just feels like symmetry. He grins and winks at Robbie.

“Thanks, buddy,” Dean says.

His son’s beaming grin is wide and toothy, but the boy takes his job very seriously and delivers the other ring to you. You smile brightly and caress his cheek after you take the shining, white gold band from him. It matches the thinner band that Dean has for you; it'll soon join the engagement ring that once belonged to his mother.

Robbie had liked Benny a lot, but he loves his dad. He’s probably the happiest person in the room to see his parents take each other’s hands in front of the minister. 

Benny is understandably absent in the chapel today. You had met with him after that night of your botched anniversary to apologize to him, and so had Dean. Benny understood. He’d admitted that in the back of his mind, he feared this might happen.

“I wouldn’t blame you for being angry with me,” you said to him. “You can even hate me if you want.” Benny gave you a wry, melancholy sort of smile. “Part of me’s still mad at you, I won’t lie…but there’s no use in it. Not even hating you.”

Even though Benny bowed out, carrying his hurt and his grief on those broad shoulders, letting you go meant letting go of a friend too. He put in his paperwork to transfer out of Firehouse 83.

As he’d told Dean himself that day, and in fact, the last words Benny said to him…

“There you go, Lieutenant. A spot’s just opened up.”

Dean didn’t want to get promoted this way. He felt guilty enough as it was, and not just for Benny leaving the firehouse. Benny recommended Dean to the Chief himself though, saying that if they were going to give someone a Lieutenant’s badge, it may as well be the guy who got a perfect score on his test, and had the natural leadership skills to boot.

To the end, Benny was a gentleman.

Now, Sam beckons his nephew over. Robbie quickly goes to his uncle’s side and puffs his little chest out as he stands proud behind his dad. 

Dean is able to take you in, your beautiful white dress, and everything about you that makes him smile…including the way you smile back at him.

Man and wife is all he hears. It’s all he needs to hear, before he’s pulling you closer by your newly anointed hand. He dips you for a thorough kiss in front of all your family and friends. 

You squeal in surprise, making Dean smile hard enough for his cheeks to hurt. Giggling hard enough to make you tremble, you raise a hand to caress his cheek. But you give him another real kiss after he guides you back up to your feet.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips. The words are just for him to hear. Dean pulls back enough to see the truth shining in your eyes. Beautiful.

“Can’t help it, right?” he teases. 

You smile in amusement, but you grab his chin and shake it. 

“You got me,” you reply. “I really, really can’t.”

Your beaming smile softens. Even though the entire room is clapping and hooting and hollering in celebration, in that moment, all you really see is Dean. 

Here in his arms, you know that this is where you were meant to end up. From now on, it’s where you’re meant to be.

AN: From Lisa and Benny to Robbie and everything in between. Dean and the reader certainly aren't perfect in this, but what do you think about how their story unfolded? I truly hope you guys enjoy this one, because I've had so much fun with it. 🥰❤️❤️‍🔥

**As a reminder, One More Day (Dean x Latina Plus-Sized!Reader) comes out on 4/04 - the day after my birthday!~

Until then, please let me know what you thought of If I Stay! 😘 I might write more for these two in the future...

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[wisteria-lodge]

Since we’re talking patronuses: how do you think Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Ginny’s work? I’ve always thought they (Especially Hermione’s) were a bit random.

Hermione's Patronus is an otter because JKR's favorite animal is an otter. It really isn't any deeper than that.

If I were going to give them all new Patronuses, and bounce off my head canon that I was using for Draco, that your Patronus doesn't represent *you,* it represents what *protects* you... lets see.

What protects Luna is her ability to retreat inside herself when things get rough. It doesn't matter how terrible her situation is, the beautiful world in Luna's head will keep her sane, hopeful, and joyful. That's how she survived inside the Malfoy dungeons, and actually managed much better than Olivander did. So, I'd give her an animal that reflected that, like an armadillo. Cute, gentle, and armored. Alternately, if I wanted to give Luna a Fantastic Beast (seems a pity not to...) I think it would be nice to give her an occamy. Like the occamy, Luna expands to fill whatever situation she's in. She can be small enough to stay out of trouble, or so huge and expansive that she can see answers no one else can, and show up when no one else will.

Ginny I think gets a phoenix. What protects her is the way she can be be hot, fiery and in-your-face... but also re-invent herself, when she sees something isn't working. (Harry isn't working out right now? Cool, let's date around and do something else.) I also think that the phoenix from the Chamber of Secrets would have really stuck with her. She spent that year being extremely vulnerable, putting herself at risk, putting Harry at risk... but here comes a phoenix to bail her out. I think that's core-memory enough to make it into a Patronus.

I want to go a similar route with Hermione. Her worst year was Year Three - she's working herself into the ground, she has no friends, she's stressed and out-of-control, she tries to help Buckbeak but it doesn't work. She misses this huge threat (Scabbers) that was under her nose the whole time. But Crookshanks picks up the slack for her. He's her companion, and he had the right idea about Scabbers and Sirius the whole time. I think she would have found that SO comforting. So that's why I think her Patronus would be a kneazle. They look like regular cats except for a few magical details, so they have a foot in both worlds the way she does. They're also very, very clever, and Hermione's brain is the main thing that protects her.

Ron was actually really hard, because the thing is I don't think he feels protected a lot of the time. The central experience of being Ron is - I don't feel prepared for any of this, but I showed up anyway. He doesn't feel protected within his family, half the time he's the one protecting his friends, and he doesn't have as much faith in his own abilities as Hermione does. I would actually have it be that Ron is the one person on this list who can't cast a corporeal Patronus in Book 5, and we wait until Book 7 for the reveal. And here's my kind of crazy idea. I think that Ron's Patronus is a spider, or even an acromantula. Because you know what really protects him, in Book 7? What allows him to back-talk Voldemort? It's this bone-deep knowledge of - Cute. I've seen worse.

And I actually think like a giant terrifying spider would communicate that pretty well.

[starxanemone]

꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ BLLK LOVE LANGUAGE HEADCANONS

chigiri hyoma & karasu tabito ( as per @bleedingwhiteroses222 request )

⸻ in which i'll be rating their love language on a scale of 1-10 based on my understanding of their personality + include the type of person they'd be compatible with.

⸻ [ part i. itoshi sae & nagi seishirou ] [ part ii. isagi yoichi & itoshi rin ] [ part iii. bachira meguru & noel noa ]

CHIGIRI HYOMA

ACTS OF SERVICE: 6.5/10. Based on Chigiri's attitude throughout the manga and the anime, he strikes me as the type to be really independent, but selfish sometimes. So, in terms of acts of service, I feel like he wouldn't necessarily be opposed to it, but he doesn't actively go out of his way to do big things for you. His acts of service would revolve around things that you both do like maybe fixing hair and self-care stuff. He'll help you do your hair or even do it for you.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: 6.5/10. I feel like he's more the type of person to listen to your concerns and insert comments here and there—sometimes they're funny, but there are times when he tends to be pretty blunt that it's kind of annoying. He strikes me to be kind of sassy and I guess depending on who he directs it towards is what determines your stance on this characteristics of his. I'm sure that he's fun to gossip with though because he seems like the type to be good at flaming someone. He's giving diva.

PHYSICAL TOUCH: 7/10. I'm sure you'd have to be the one to initiate the intentional romantic type of physical touch most the time; things like hugging, hand-holding, kissing, etc. But I think he'd be the type to touch someone a lot unintentionally. Like if you're crossing the street, he'd clasp your wrist so you don't lag right behind him since he tends to walk pretty fast. Or he's the type to remove lint on your shirt, or pat your hair down when it's starting to get messy throughout the day.

QUALITY TIME: 5/10. The way I view Chigiri is that he's extremely independent sometimes. So, I think that he's not opposed to dates here and there, but don't expect it to be an incredibly frequent thing. He'd message you everyday, sure, but I feel like he'd be content with having a sort of relationship wherein you both still have some healthy distance and therefore, some independence.

GIFT GIVING: 8/10. He definitely gifts you things that he also uses. Maybe like a hair-tie or a first aid kit "just to make sure." He's fond of the idea of doing similar things down to routines, so by gifting you things that he also uses, it would make spending time with you to be more productive. He would buy you flowers here and there sometimes and maybe an extremely short letter.

COMPATIBLE WITH: like he said, someone who is understanding. I agree with this because he does tend to he pretty moody sometimes (I like that he's aware of that). He would be great with someone who genuinely listens to him, but also knows how to advise him sometimes whenever he'd get much too moody.

KARASU TABITO

ACTS OF SERVICE: 9/10. He's a gentleman, I'm quite sure. He's probably the type to feel obligated to open doors for you all the time, letting you walk in first, or the type to make you walk on the side of the sidewalk farther from the road so he's walking nearer to the road. He's good at observing people and so he's aware of actions and characteristics to present that would make him appear better to you and to ensure that you're feeling comfortable.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: 9/10. He doesn't seem to be the type to be good at comforting, but he's really good at providing insights. He's good at grasping the situation and viewing it from different angles, so if you're talking about some sort of issue or event, best know that he'll provide some valuable insight after he finishes hearing you out.

PHYSICAL TOUCH: 5/10. Not good at initiating stuff like this. I bet that he's a noob at this. Although he's good at keeping a certain facade up, there are certain actions that could probably break that facade momentarily, but all of that has to be initiated by you. I rated him a 5 here because he's not crazy about physical touch in itself, rather, it depends on who the person initiates it with him.

QUALITY TIME: 5/10. Same with physical touch; he's not crazy about it considering that he's a very independent person, but if it's someone he cares about, then he likes it. With him, it always depends on who it is. It doesn't matter what type of things to do when spending quality time; it will always depend on who.

GIFT GIVING: 8/10. He's the type to give flowers, or chocolates, or romantic shit during the beginning of the relationship, but as it progresses, expect those to be less in exchange for more practical gifts. Again, he probably has an idea on how to "hook" someone, and in order to do that, he has to conform to some sort of standard in terms of romance which involves doing semi-cheesy shit. After a while though, when he grows used to you, I think he's truly prefer to give practical things.

COMPATIBLE WITH: Someone who he views as an "equal" or even someone he can look up to, so maybe someone strong, independent, and wise. Wise in a sense that they'd be able to convince him take a break from his constant facade with their words or actions, and strong in a sense where they genuinely have a good grasp of themselves and the situations they're in, similar to him.

[kpopbestie96]

Prince and Princess of Versace 💖🔥

Summary: You are attending the Versace after party with your new boyfriend, hoping to not run into your ex but it's hard when you and him are labeled the Prince and Princess of Versace. See how it all turns out when you and your ex are in the same building. I really hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Hyunjin x you, Hyunjin x reader

Genre: Fanfiction

Warnings: couples fighting, cussing. When you see words italicized it means they're speaking in Korean.

"Ready?" You were looking out the window when you heard your boyfriend, feeling his strong hand place on yours to make you break out of your thoughts.

You were trying your best all day to stay strong, to build up the confidence for tonight. You tried all day to avoid your ex but it's hard not to hear cheers for the "Prince of Versace." But you were happy to never saw him at the fashion show.

"Yeah, I'm ready." You really didn't want to walk into the after party, you wanted to skip it but you had to attend since it's part of your contract.

You gave your boyfriend a small smile as the door opened and lights immediately went off, fans calling your name while screaming on the top of their lungs. "ITS THE PRINCESS OF VERSACE!!!"

You hated the nickname since you were given it when you were dating Hyunjin but you knew there was no way to ever get rid of it. You had it now, forever.

You smiled as normal as you could while waving to all of your fans who have been waiting there all day. You grabbed your boyfriend's hand and walked inside to the party while waving to everyone.

"That was a lot," Your boyfriend made a snarky comment, another one that has added up on your annoyance bar but you decided to brush it off for now. 'I have more important things to worry about,' you thought.

Your mind was already made up that you were gonna break up with him a few days after the event, you've reached your level with him.

"Y/n!!" You heard your best friend's voice, calling for you the second you walked in. Turning around, you see her running up in her Versace designer dress that was custom made for her. She threw herself on you, hugging you tightly since you've both been busy and haven't seen each other in person in a while.

"It's so good to see you!!" You heard her by your ear. "It's been far too long! Where's your manager at??" She wondered when pulling away.

"I know, I know!! And, she said she's too old for this stuff now and wanted to take in the city by herself tonight. But, Angie, I don't know if you remember my boyfriend, Sergio," you said turning to her, even though you know she's never met him but tried to be polite with it.

Angie has only seen him on your social media or because of the media since he's a professional footballer. But she could sense something was off with you and him, kind of wishing you and Hyunjin got back together. She actually wanted to make sure you were okay since he was here tonight.

"Oh, yes. We met vaguely at a party once, it's so nice to see you," she lied to be nice but hoping this was just a phase you were going through, not thinking he will last much longer.

He put up a charming smile as he shook her hand. "Very nice to see you. Baby doll, Angie, would you both like some champagne?"

"Yes, I'd love one," you smiled, turning towards him.

"Me too," Angie politely smiled, knowing it was going to be her only chance to talk to you alone.

"I'll be back," he kissed you on the lips before taking off.

"Sooo...thanks for lying." You and Angie laughed when he walked away.

"I see that you're doing okay, dating a footballer and putting out a new album...so amazing!"

"Oh, I'm glad you liked it! But what about you? You've been busy traveling the world, winning races! Kicking guys' ass!" You slightly nudged her on the arm, gushing over how well she's been racing in Formula One.

"Ahh, just a bunch of trophies," you both laughed as Angie was a bit nervous to bring up Hyunjin. "But of course I loved your album, especially one song in particular...one that's about...you know who. You doing okay?"

Your eyes lit up since you've been telling everyone that the song it isn't about your ex; although...you've been lying to everyone.

Fixing your posture, you relaxed your shoulders and tried your best to stay clam, having a poker face. "Yeah, I'm fine," 'but am I? I low key miss Hyunjin and I'm going to break up with my current boyfriend. Yeah, doing fine,' you sarcastically thought in your mind, wanting to say it but held your tongue.

"C'mon...its me..." she look fondly at you, softly gabbing your right hand with her, "how are you doing...Princess of Versace," she smirked, knowing what she is eluding to. She is one of your dearest friends, the very few people you can trust.

"If I have to hear that name, one more time today!" You jokingly laughed, hoping that brushed it away.

"And that tells me everything I need to know."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "That obvious?"

"A little but have you seen him today at all?"

"No, I took a picture with Donatella and I was a little shocked she didn't bring us together to all take one. I was waiting for it."

"Well she's here tonight and I think Hyunjin is already here."

"Great, just gotta keep ignoring him."

"And if you run into him?"

"Smile and wave."

"Do you still think about him?"

You stared at her with your mouth open when Sergio walked back with drinks for you and Angie, wrapping his arm around your waist as you all took a sip of the drink while you felt his hand grip your waist a bit tighter. You wondered why but let it go since you were with your friend.

But what you didn't know is when he was grabbing drinks, he saw your ex. He obviously knows who he is, one of the reasons he wasn't looking forward to coming to this event with you. But he had a secret motive, hoping you introduced him to Donatella, she would sign him on.

You three began talking, some other people you and Angie all began talking as Sergio's head was on a swivel, making sure Hyunjin didn't see you.

And Hyunjin was trying his best to make sure he didn't run into ybut hearing Princess of Versace throughout the day made his heart sink to his stomach, making it form a painful knot.

He grabbed a drink to help with the worry of bumping into you. He subconsciously scanned the area; thankfully not seeing you until he was about to look back at the person talking when a someone that was blocking you and Sergio moved away.

'No....' his jaw locked and his eye brows pinched together, standing taller while looking at you and your new boyfriend he's heard so much about. He still looks at your public account every so often. When you post your new boyfriend, he always tries to look away as if he doesn't see him.

You were laughing along with friends when you could feel eyes on you, like you were being watched. You moved your head to the left but didn't see anyone, going to drop it when in the corner of your right eye, you saw him.

The man you were desperately trying to avoid all night is eyeing you and your boyfriend, seeming pissed off. 'But why do I find him so hot though...no no no. Shake your mind out of it.' Your eyes locked with his for a brief second before turning away, Angie wondering what was going on until she followed your once gaze you had towards Hyunjin.

She turned back around and gave you a look, making you shrug your shoulders while Hyunjin's eyes relaxed, he's missed you so much. Everything he's tried so hard to suppress was coming up. He couldn't take his eyes off you; 'looking so beautiful, so radiant in that outfit,' he wanted to go over just to say hi.

Although it the back of his mind he wanted to rip the outfit off and be with you once again.

Hyunjin's manager/friend that he's known for so many years, saw him staring at you with your boyfriend, making his way quickly over to make sure Hyunjin was okay.

"Yeah...I'm fine..." He couldn't help but stare over, he tried focusing on the people talking in the group he was in but it was doing no good.

Sergio saw Hyunjin looking over, making him grab your waist a bit tighter, bringing you closer to him. "How much longer do we need to stay?" he whispered in your ear, eyeing Hyunjin whom he gave a nasty look towards.

'Fuck this guy,' Hyunjin thought.

"Why?" You asked annoyed, 'This is one of the reasons I'm going to break up with you,' you couldn't help but roll your eyes, slowly moving out of his grip, wondering why he's being so clingy.

"Just want alone time with you," he lied while kissing your cheek, pissing of Hyunjin even more. He turned away and began to fake laugh with the people he was with.

The whole night you and Hyunjin tried to act like you both weren't there, occasionally stealing looks with each other but eventually you and him both moved around so you couldn't see each other anymore.

"Hey, will you go with me to the restroom?" Angie whispered to you, wanting to talk to you since she's been watching you and Hyunjin the whole night.

"Yeah, let's go!" You turned to your boyfriend, explaining how you and Angie were going to go use the restroom really quick.

"Okay, I'll be here," you both shared a kiss before turning away with your friend, heading to the restroom where you both talked about Hyunjin when washing your hands, realizing how he still sits in your heart when you don't want him to.

"Do you think we should get back together?"

"I can't make that decision for you, no one can but you. You have to listen to what's in here," she said pointing to your heart. "I like Hyunjin with you, going to be honest, not getting great vibes from Sergio."

You're glad that she spoke up, telling you the truth, something you don't hear often. 'This is why I'm friends with her.'

"If Hyunjin wants to get back together, would you?"

"I....I don't know..."

"You don't know or you don't want to say it out loud?"

You nibbled on your bottom lip as you looked towards the ground before looking back up at her with an uneasy face. "The second one..." you said in a low tone but she was able to pick up on it.

"C'mon, let's get back to the party," you followed behind her, exiting through the door when you both noticed a huge crowd in front of you guys.

Angie grabbed your hand and began to lead you back, bumping into everyone, saying sorry as you go along. You were almost out of the crowd when you and someone bumped into each other, "sor-" was all you could say when you noticed who it was.

You let go of your friend's hand, who turned around to see you stand in front of Hyunjin, who was staring at you in complete shock. It's as if time stood still for both of you. All the music, the voices were completely gone as if you two were the only ones in the room.

He wanted to reach out and bring you into your arms but instead he could only say hello, words that were a bit shaky coming out.

"Hi," you nervously smiled, your body trembling, yelling at yourself to be cool, 'just say hi and be on my way.' "It's good to see you," you waved politely, pointing your left foot towards Angie, ready to take off when he gently grabbed your hand. He did it out of muscle memory, a whole shock entered your body from his touch.

You could feel your heart pounding inside your chest while your brain was telling you to run. "You look absolutely stunning tonight." He wanted to keep you there a little bit longer, he wasn't ready for you to leave.

Your cheeks heated up, trying to hide the huge smile that wanted to come out but kept it as normal as you could. But, he could see how the small comment made you flustered, something he always loved to do.

"Um...thanks, you look good too," you said in almost a whisper, plus it didn't help with how loud it was from people talking and the music.

"What??" He asked, bending his head down to hear you. You couldn't believe his new blonde hair, eyeing how short it is.

"You look good too, I like your new hair cut! Love how you incorporated Versace on it." You yelled by his ear, making him smile; not only from the compliment but from how close you were to him.

"Thank you, I wanted to do something different," he said before rubbing his hand on his very short hair, still bent down a little towards you, subconsciously moving closer.

His face was inches from yours, a short breath escaped your lips as you both held eye contact while your friend was keeping an eye on your boyfriend to make sure he doesn't see the interaction with your ex.

Your eyes accidently dropped to his lips that you wanted to smash yours against. 'Damn alcohol,' you cursed at the few drinks you had, playing with your mind. 'But his lips look so inviting', you couldn't help but look back at them, seeing how soft and plump they are.

'Nope, don't do it!!' "I should get going, it was really good to see you," you tried your best to break out of his spell.

'Just ask her to talk some more, tell her you miss her,' "I-" was all he got out because he was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"My Prince and Princess!" Donatella called out in happiness, bringing both of you in for a hug. "I've been looking everywhere for the two of you! Come, let's take some photos together over in the VIP area."

Hyunjin and you both looked at each other with an unknowing look, him hoping you say yes so he can spend some time with you.

"Of course!" He said with a huge smile.

"Sure, let's go," you didn't want to say yes but knew Donatella's feelings would be hurt and she could terminate you contract for say no. Besides that, there was something deep down wanting to keep hanging out with Hyunjin some more.

"Fabulous!" She took your hand and his, taking you away before you could tell Angie. But she knew she had to cover for you when seeing you whisked away with Hyunjin.

She nervously walked back over to Sergio like a child who left in trouble, seeing him talking to a group of people who were asking him questions about his sport. She let out a big sigh before stepping in the circle of people who couldn't believe it was a Formula One driver entering the group. Sergio's eyes rolled when everyone began to pay attention to her.

He was listening to her talk but when he looked to his sides, looked towards Angie, realizing you were missing. 'Where the fuck is she?? Oh no...'

He was afraid his fear from tonight was coming true, he briskly made his way over towards Angie wanting to know where you went. He inserted himself between her and someone else, earning a nasty glare of the person he nudged out.

"Where's Y/n?" He quickly asked, his jaw locking in anger.

She didn't appreciate his tone and the fact he came rushing over to ask where you're at, 'she's a grown adult, she can do whatever the fuck she wants,' is what she wanted to say but decided to keep that a thought instead. "She's taking photos with Donatella."

"Donatella and who??" He knew he had to be with you and Donatella, he could feel it. But before Angie could explain, he looked right past her, seeing you, Hyunjin and Donatella through a window up above in the VIP section.

Angie's eyes quickly diverted to Sergio, "they're Donatella's favorites, ya know?" She immediately tried to defend the situation, trying to let him know it was all Donatella's idea. "They're the Prince and Princess of Versace," She tried to laugh it off but it came up sounding uneasy.

Sergio didn't like seeing you up there with him, afraid he would steal you back but he thought how it's good your with Donatella so he could finally be introduced to her.

"Where are you going?" He walked right past Angie, bumping into her to make his way towards where you were at.

"Fuck you!" She angrily stared at the back of his head while he marched his way upstairs, wondering how he was going to even get into the VIP section.

"I'm so glad to see you both here together again," Donatella smiled with delight, "us three must have lunch tomorrow!"

"Yeah, wonderful idea," Hyunjin said, loving the idea to see you again, especially where it's quiet.

Donatella turned towards you, seeing if you were up to it. 'Say no!' "Yeah, of course," 'what the fuck?!? that wasn't a no!' You yelled at yourself when smiling but quickly was thinking of a lie to get out of it.

"Perfect! I'll see you both tomorrow, I'll send everything to your managers tonight." She said goodbye, giving you both hugs before leaving you both in the VIP section.

"I guess we'll see each other again tomorrow," Hyunjin said a bit loud by your ear so you could hear him over the loud music. He felt giddy thinking of the idea.

"Yeah, I might have something else planned...." You cowardly looked away, trying to get out of the area before you keep falling for him again. "I have to go."

You were about to walk away when he yelled out, "Is it because of something planned or because of me?" He said it so loud people in the small area heard, including you. You froze in your spot before slowing turning back around.

"W-what?"

Hyunjin slowly walked up, his eyes never leaving yours as he stood tall in front of you, looking down. Everyone looked away and going back to their conversations or dancing to the music. "You don't want to go because of me."

"No," you waved your hands side to side in front of you, trying to make sure that wasn't the case, 'even though it's because of that.' "I'm just busy, I don't remember what I have scheduled tomorrow."

He could see you nibble on the inside of your right cheek, an indicator of you lying; something he's seen so many times before. "Why are you lying Y/n?"

You didn't understand why he was getting upset, making you angry. "Look Hyunjin, I don't want start anything, okay? I might not make it because of how busy I am."

"I want to see you again," he quickly through out, shocking himself.

You flinched your upper body a bit back, 'does he miss me too? No, fuck that! He broke up with me!' "Why? You ended this, you broke us up."

"I'm sorry! It was stupid of me! I should be the one mad at you for flaunting your new boyfriend in front of me!"

"I'm not flaunting anything!"

"Really? You could have shown up alone or with your manager like I did, instead you showed up with him because you knew I was going to be here!"

Your mouth dropped open, you didn't know what to say. You thought it was little hot to see Hyunjin so jealous but frustrated since he shouldn't be. "You wanted this, you wanted us not together anymore. What was I suppose to do??"

He froze this time, he remembers some of those words, they were from your new album, off one of the songs...'so that song was about me...she really did write it about me.' He knows how talented of a writer you are, so it didn't shock him too much.

His and your eyes were glued to each other, before you gave him a side eye, leaving him standing there because there was nothing left for you to say that wouldn't cause a huge scene. 'I don't need to cause any bad publicity, especially not here.'

When you walked out of the VIP area, you saw your boyfriend waiting there for you. "Hey, there you are." You tried to smile to the best of your ability but it was difficult to come off as genuine.

"You were taking pictures with your ex?" Sergio wasted no time in asking what he's been fuming over.

You rolled your eyes because you didn't want to deal with this, particularly after dealing with Hyunjin. "No, Donatella wanted a photo with the both of us. Do we really have a problem here?" You through back at him because your blood was already boiling, ready to break up with him right there.

He could sense the anger and hearing it in your tone, thinking back to what Angie said how you and your ex are Donatella's favorite, 'they're the Prince and Princess of Versace,' he thought back to Angie's words. But he really didn't want to miss out on his chance to sign with Versace so he decided to lower his tone and look past the photo problem.

"Okay, I believe you...but where's Donatella?"

"I don't know," you gave him a nasty look, 'why the fuck does he want to know, holy fuck does he think I'm still lying??' "She took off after taking photos."

Hyunjin swiftly made his way through the crowd, hoping he could reach you before you left but he saw you with you boyfriend. You gave him one quick look before grabbing your boyfriend's hand.

"Let's get going," you were exhausted from the long day and the last ten minutes drained you.

You made your way through the crowd, finding Angie to tell her you were leaving.

"Okay, bye it was so good seeing you!!" She said really loud when bringing you in for a hug. "Text me when you make it to the hotel," she whispered.

"I will," you softly said as you let go, sharing a caring look with her as she blew you kisses, waving goodbye.

You made your way outside, back to the flashing lights, where you and your boyfriend waved to all your fans.

The driver opened your door, getting in and resting your head against the headrest, wanting to forget about today. You closed your eyes, hearing doors closed and feeling the car taking off.

"You'll have to introduce me to Donatella next time."

Your hands, that were resting in your lap, clenched tightly together when he spoke. "Yeah...sure." You adjusted in your seat, knees pointing towards the door when you brought your phone out of your purse. You immediately went on to social media to see photos of you, looking at what your fan sites were saying; all gushing over you.

You were about to close out of Twitter, when you saw photos of you with Hyunjin and Donatella. You saw tweets saying:

"Are they back together??"

"OMG THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS ARE BACK TOGETHER!! I NEEDED THIS." 😭😭😭

"Told you her recent song off her album was about him!! She clearly still loves him."

"THEY ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER. LOOK HOW GOOD THEY BOTH LOOK!! 🥰🥰"

"This is a cute photo but people have to remember her and Sergio are dating. There were photos taken of them together all day."

"Love this but love her and Sergio together!"

You knew people would speculate you and Hyunjin but enjoyed the sane Tweets, pointing out you and Sergio were together all day. 'Thank you so much to the good fans,' you thought while Sergio saw you looking at the photos on your phone, hating that you were.

It was quiet on the way back to the hotel, no one said anything to each other until you and him walked into the hotel room. You were messaging your manager and Angie that you made it back.

You felt a sigh of relief when taking your heels off by the door, ready to take the dress, make up off so you could go take a hot shower. 'I'll text my manager and Angie for a few more minutes then I'll take my shower, take off my make up, and...'

"Do you still love him??" Your thoughts were broken up by your boyfriend's odd question.

"What??" You were taking off your earnings when he brought up this accusation.

"You still love him...I saw you looking at the photos on the car ride back."

'He's messing with me right now...right? That's the only explanation.' "Are you fucking kidding me??" You didn't hold back, you couldn't take it anymore. "I was looking at the photos of me and seeing what people are saying!"

"And what are they saying? Assuming you two are together again?"

"Who fucking cares if they are...the normal ones are saying how cute YOU and I look together! What is your problem, why are you so jealous over him??" You set your earrings down on the night stand, turning towards him.

"I'm not jealous of him! Why would I be jealous of some silly singer??"

That struck a nerve in you, your lips pressing tightly together before speaking, "You know I'm some silly singer, right??"

"You know what I mean," he tried to wave it off while you looked at him as if he had three heads before staring down at the bed. 'I don't belong with this man...I have to end this, I can't wait much longer.'

"I can't do this anymore..." your eyes were staring at the blanket, coming to the realization.

"What?" He was unbuttoning his dress shirt, stopping from your words.

"You can have the room," you slowly moved your eyes up towards him who looked angry but also seemed like he was ready to cry. "I'll stay somewhere, we're done."

"What??" 'Is that the only thing he can fucking say??'

"You heard me! We're done! When we get back home I'll give you your stuff back." You grabbed your earrings and quickly gathered your stuff, running around the room with him yelling at you.

"You can't fucking break up with me! Who do you think you are??"

You ignored him while you gathered everything as quickly as you could, to get out before it got ugly. But you felt as if it was already there with the way he was yelling at you.

"Where are you going?? Staying with Hyunjin?!" You didn't answer him as you made your way out the door, shutting in his face before he got to you.

Hyunjin was on his way back to his hotel, resting his head against the seat with his eyes closed, earning a concerned look from his manager.

"Are you okay?" He asked, even though he knows it was probably about seeing you again.

"I can't believe I made things worse between us," his eye lids tightly pinched together, seeing the scene replay in his mind.

"It will be okay."

He opened his eyes to stare up at the car's roof, "Will it? I can't believe I acted so jealous and she was right I'm the one who broke us up...I shouldn't be acting like this."

"Maybe you should text her to apologize?"

He let out a sharp chuckle, "that's if she hasn't blocked me."

"You'll never know if you don't try."

His managers words sat with him even when he made it to is hotel room, throwing himself on his bed, face down, letting out a angry scream. 'You'll never know if you don't try,' played in his mind again, knowing his manager is right.

He sat up, bringing his phone out before he began to text.

Hyunjin: Hey, I'm really sorry for the way I acted. I miss you.

'No...hate that.'

Hyunjin: I should have never said what I did, I still love you...

'No....UGH, why is this so hard!'

He turned on his back to look up at the celling, wondering what he could say. He couldn't sit still, getting up and pacing the room in hoping the correct words come to him.

'I have to man up and just do it,' he sat down on the edge of the bed and began to text, typing away at a fast pace.

He read it back, happy with what it said and sent it before it was too late. Like a scaredy cat, he threw his phone away from him on the bed and went to go take a nice hot warm shower.

Hyunjin: Hey, I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now or see my message but I'm really sorry for the way I acted. I guess I was jealous, which I shouldn't be. I'm happy to see you happy, you deserve that and the whole world. I'm sorry I broke up with you, I should have never done that, I regret it every day I miss you and hope that you do come tomorrow, I would love to see you again.

(Message not sent)

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[author-main]

I've been asked to describe this picture. I'll do that, but apologies in advance, I don't often ID my drawings. But because I actually thought a lot about what I was drawing and why, I hope this description is adequate.

[Image ID: College student Phoenix Wright after Ace Attorney 3-1, Turnabout Memories. He sits and leans back on a simple background, dark red with the word "ryu" repeated several times. He's wearing a black leather jacket with no shirt underneath, exposing the middle of his torso and neck. Two new surgical scars with stitches are visible down the very middle of his body. One scar starts at the top of his throat, down to his clavicle. The other scar starts right below his sternum and ends at his naval. There are plenty of pink, heart-print bandages on his lower abdomen.

Phoenix's dark eyes are wide and look down, seemingly at the viewer. His face is covered in makeup. Black eyeshadow smears around his eyes, and tapers down his cheeks and neck with black hearts following the lines created by the makeup; It looks as if he's crying hearts. His lipstick is in a similar state. There are more black hearts on his chest and stomach, and it is the only makeup on his torso, so his freckles are also visible from the neck down. Dahlia's necklace hangs from Phoenix's neck. Because of the way he's leaning, the heart pendant lays a little to the left on his chest. The glass bottle is missing. In its place is another painted black heart, but unlike the others, this one is broken down the middle.

Phoenix wears pink, skinny pants and a black belt with a golden heart-shaped buckle. His black lace boots rise just below his knees, decorated in more gold buckles and heart pendants. The boots' soles also have a big heart on the heal and toe each. His legs are open, but he holds his right hand in front of himself, shielding his groin. His nails and jewelry - a bracelet and rings on his pinky and middle finger - are black. Signed and dated on his knee: Fosterworks, January 24, 2025. / .End ID]

Notes:

I think I love these boots too much to keep them in one drawing, so let's just say from now on, he owns those boots. Maybe I'll add P and W baubles to the lowest buckles.

The ace ring is probably the one thing that's sort of anachronistic (?) in this drawing. This Phoenix doesn't know he's ace-spec until his late twenties. However, it matches so well with his style and jewelry, and Phoenix as a person seems like he'd wear it just because it matches.

I like the idea that Phoenix is someone who wants to look attractive, and even sexy, but isn't interested in sex and doesn't find anyone else sexually attractive. Hence the main idea behind this pose being "You can look but you can't touch".

He's also wearing earrings in this drawing, but because I forgot to make them standout (they're also pink hearts attached to gold hooks) I don't think *anyone* could see them unless they were looking closely.

My headcanon for Phoenix is that his middle name is Ryūichi, so... yeah, hopefully the "Ryu" makes sense.

That obscure little piece of AA lore about Phoenix liking punk rock... gave me visions

ko-fi here (commissions and shop open!!!)

[hello-gloomy]

HI! I love your works for Dr Stone they're awesome!

If its no problem could you please write a Stanley Snyder x reader (Gender neutral if you can) where reader and Stanley start dating after being revived (for the first time-so before senku and the others came to North America). But the twist being that Charlotte Bony (you know the pilot that is obsessed with Stanley) kind of gets in the way and is really jealous of reader and makes reader think that Stanley isn't interested in them.? And then Stanley kind of makes it very clear to everyone that he loves reader after finding out what happened??

I hope that isn't too overwhelming!! Please take your time and feel free to change it up! Thank you.

I hope this one doesn't suck ass, I wrote this before I had to go to work so I apologize if it sucks.

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Make it Known

Stanley Snyder x Gender neutral!Reader

Description: Being nonconfrontational bites you in the ass, but Stanley doesn't help until the end to confront the issue the best way he knows how.

Warnings: Jealousy, bouts of anger, lack of communication, weird female coworker.

A/N: my bad if this sucks ass I'll make up for it later istg

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Hearing a slight chatter at the shooting range you round the corner and hope to find Stanley and Xeno testing out a new gun prototype and instead see Charlotte standing way to close to Stanley; shes practically on top of him and he doesnt even seem to notice. You lean up on the wall and watch them for a while, at some point Charlotte notices you and narrows her eyes before leaning on Stanley even more. You sigh out and decide that enough is enough and walk away; Xeno and Brody would propbably be better company anyway.

Stanley Tells Charlotte to ease up on his arm, and she backs on with a slight pout before pretending like nothing happened. He shakes his head and glances over to where he thought he heard some noise, but he only catches a flash of fabric. He sighs through his nose and goes back to practicing with Charlotte; he'll come and find you after he gets her off his back. Maybe you'll do some target practice instead.

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You knock on the iron door and then poke your head in and find Xeno writing notes, when you get a bit closer he glances up for a quick second and gives you a small greeting and motions for you to have a seat with him. You lay your head on your arms watching him work and starting to relax, you huff quietly thinking about Stan and how he didnt even seem to care at how on top of him she was; you bury your head further in your jacket; the writing noises stop and the sound of a chair sliding against the floor is made.

"When you normally come into the lab, you ask what I'm doing thirty seconds after observing your surroundings." He sets down a mug of coffee and holds his own; you sit up and mess with the 'x' mark on the cup before taking a sip; you look up from the mug to the doctor in front of you and see him watching you intently. He raises an eyebrow, and you finally break and tell him everything; he nods along, and before he can give you any advice, there's a knock at the door again, and the man of the hour comes in.

"Hey, I was looking for you," Stanley tells you while petting your hair; you shy away from his touch and pretend it's not on purpose. He watches you for a moment and then talks to Xeno about the gun while still trying to hold you close without upsetting you further. You spend most of the conversation spaced out and only perk up when Stan wraps his arm around your waist.

"Why don't we get lunch?" He offers to both of you, but Xeno declines while giving you a pointed look, and you try your best not to smile at his subtle encouragement. Both of you say goodbye and promise to bring him a snack later and trek to the meal hall. During the walk, you build up the courage to hold his hand, but before you can, you get interrupted by the same problem from earlier.

"Captain, on the way to lunch?" Her butting in is starting to piss you off now. Stan gives her a polite yes, and she glances over at you.

"Would you like some company?" she offers to him while stepping closer, and of course, this idiot agrees, not seeing anything wrong with it; the rest of the walk there, she places herself right in between the two of you. You're currently trying to decide whether to flip out or pull out your hair. You walk away from them and grab your own food, and at the last minute, grab Stanley some. Charlotte can get her food herself. You set down his meal and sit across from him since she has to be beside him.

"You gonna get some food, Charlotte?" He asks while taking note of you only grabbing him and yourself a meal. She shrugs before looking at his plate and then giving him a little bump.

"Won't you share a bit of yours, captain?" She asks while giving herself the go-ahead to eat some of his bread; he doesn't react, so you do so for both of them.

"Here have mine, Ms. Bony. I lost my appetite." You shove the tray over to her and walk off. You hear a call of your name but ignore it and continue to walk, picking up your pace a bit so he doesn't catch up. You end up in your shared room with him and sit down on the bed for a bit; an intense flash of rage overtakes you, and you grab a bag and start shoving stuff inside of it. 'Just because she has known him longer doesn't mean she can treat you like that, and he shouldn't let her do that.' You grumble out, so wrapped up in yourself you don't hear the door open and close behind you. A hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your thoughts, and you scream out. Stanley puts his hands up in an apology for scaring you; you calm your heart and go back to packing.

"Going somewhere?" He sits on the bed by your half-full bag.

"I'm staying with Luna for a few days." You harshly offer him, and he sighs and lights a smoke. He grabs your hands and pulls you into his lap, resting his head on top of yours. He lets you struggle against him until you relax.

" 'm sorry, doll," he whispers in your hair, and you scoff. He takes the smoke out of his mouth and offers it to you, and you snatch it angrily.

"I told her off." That makes you look up at him,

"I should have made her stop sooner; I was just used to her oddness about me. But that's no excuse, so I apologize." You nod along while shoving your face in his chest; he starts to put his hands up your clothes and then removes your shirt, leaving purple lips on your bare skin.

"Let me make it up to you."

"YOU DIDN'T TELL US YOU AND STANLEY WERE DATING!" She shouts while shaking you.

"Luna, my ears."

"Why is your neck purple?"

[kesujo]

Please Rank these different Taeyeon scenarios from hot to I’ll go feral and we’ll fuck non stop for months. Thank you hehe. Also which ones are your favorites?

Mother

Step-mother

Mother-in-law

Older sister

Noona Taeyeon

Baby sitter when you were younger

Best friends mother

Older next door neighbor

Neighborhood MILF

Boss

Older coworker

Teacher

Random stranger you hook up with.

A voyeuristic/exhibitionist Taeyeon

Older Taeyeon but submissive to a younger male.

If you don't mind, I'll be taking your prompt extremely literally (without taking into account the fact that I'm demisexual). You'll see what I mean when I get there :D

This is going from most favorite to least favorite.

Older Taeyeon but submissive to a younger male. This one is goated for sure. Taeyeon is older than me, and I think I prefer to be dominant, so this pretty much perfectly fits my current situation (I guess I should put a disclaimer here to say that, of course, I don't ever anticipate, like, being able to have a chance with Taeyeon ever xD). Yeah, not too sure what else to say here.

Taeyeon is mommy, but she also gives off pretty submissive vibes sometimes. 😌

Also, look at that shirt. Even offering her youth to me. Very submissive, very breedable. I will be taking no further comments, thanks.

Older next door neighbor / Neighborhood MILF I know there's quite a big difference between these two, but honestly, they're both equally hot in my mind. One is just someone who lives nearby, while the other, I imagine, compensates for that by being more flirty and whatnot. Either way, this one is nearly tied with the above, and maybe in fact I would place higher if I thought about it more ... I guess there's something about the hot, older woman neighbor that's just dents my brain.

Cutie-pie, def gives next-door-neighbor vibes here, no?

And then, the neighborhood MILF ... yep, brain dented.

Older coworker Being a coworker invites lots of natural everyday interaction, which is always a plus. The only negative is if there's any fallout, then things may become awkward, but then again, didn't a lot of people meet by being coworkers before dating apps were a thing? But yeah. Being able to see her every weekday, or nearly every weekday, is a huge plus, and even more if there are company dinners and stuff. All of these 4 scenarios are very good ones in my book

Taeyeon walkin up to be like this, I will do anything you want me to do. Ma'am. Respectfully.

Noona Taeyeon Not too sure what this meant, so I just took this to mean, like, Taeyeon but she's your senior in something, like taekwondo classes or something. Taeyeon gives massive noona energy, and I feel like she treats her dongsaengs pretty well, so this one is also a pretty good scenario. Very nice. Would love to be in this scenario with her. (:

Some may recognize this outfit as the same one I used for the fic I dropped for her birthday this year. Gives some pretty serious Noona vibes though, no? Or, maybe this one, too

Yep. Would.

Boss This one is ... sorta troublesome? There's some power dynamic, but on the other hand, that's sorta hot? I don't know, man. Taeyeon can boss me around all day is what I'm sayin. I'd work so much overtime if Taeyeon was my boss.

I'm not really one to do overtime, but ... I mean, are you telling me if your boss looked like that, you aren't immediately complying with any of her requests to work overtime? And, in return, she'll grant me some favors...? 😳

A voyeuristic/exhibitionist Taeyeon Wasn't really sure where to put this one, tbh. On one hand, I don't really like the idea of the girl I'm seeing being seen by others, but on the other, you aren't asking about that. A Taeyeon who loves to show off her assets is almost nearly what we have in this timeline, which is to say, it is a very nice situation. A voyeuristic/exhibitionist Taeyeon would be showing off a little bit more, I guess? Showing off more of her ass maybe, the occasional nip slip, or perhaps some underboob ... 🤤

pretty much, technically SFW voyeur Taeyeon.

Random stranger you hook up with I said I'm not going to take my demisexuality in mind here, but in general, I don't really see much appeal to hooking up with strangers. BUT, IF THAT STRANGER IS TAEYEON ... I mean, I can make exceptions to the rule. Taeyeon is my exception to pretty much any rule.

Like, you're telling me Taeyeon walks up to me like this and smiles at me like this, that I'm not gonna smash? Nope, definitely gonna smash.

Teacher There's some power dynamics at play here again. Gonna sorta ignore the pedophilia thing, because even if you were to say it's an 18-year-old high schooler (and, since it's a teacher and not professor, I'm assuming this isn't a college teacher), that's still a little ... YEAH, SO IGNORING THAT, teacher Taeyeon is a pretty hot concept.

Point proven.

Starting here is the area of, well, I guess, 'no pretty much no matter what' kinda deal.

Best friends mother This one, although it's not wrong in any way, just sorta feels like you're doing something bad. Like, imagine finding out your best friend was secretly sleeping with your mother behind your back ... yeah, that wouldn't be too fun to find out. At least, for me.

Step mother This would imply that she's married to my father - this is a step removed from below, Mother-in-law, which I have below, but ... yeah, not too keen on helping someone cheat, especially if I know my partner's significant other, and especially if that significant other is someone I care about.

Mother-in-law Taeyeon being my Mother-in-law assumes that I'm married, which would mean that I would, presumably, be in love with my wife, which would not be ... very conducive to wanting to fuck her, I'd say :p

Baby sitter when you were younger This is basically pedophilia...? I mean, the hot baby sitter is a trope and everything, but ... yeah ... as I said, sorry, but I'm taking this extremely literally xD

Mother Everyone knows the Oedipus Complex that speculates that a man is most attracted to a woman that is similar to his own mother (there's probably more to this, but that's what's relevant here), but if I'm understanding this properly, it's not saying that the man is attracted to his own mother, just a woman like her. All that to say, yeah ... if Taeyeon was my mother, I'd maybe be a lucky boy because I don't have a reason to suspect that Taeyeon would be a bad mother, but I wouldn't want to have sex with her if I were her son.

Older sister In my books, older sister is definitely worse than mother, especially since I have an older sister and I'm pretty close to her. As much as both are pretty repulsive, I'd say siblings are more likely to be closer and therefore, it's weirder/worse in this scenario?

I guess the 'appeal' of Mother/Baby sitter is that this woman is your caretaker and that translates into sexual attraction, or something? Idk, tbh.

OK BACK TO WRITING