#I would like to hug this message and also whoever sent it

[void-kissed]

Aria,

It seems things have been challenging for you as of late. I know it's hard. But I want you to understand that, whatever happens, it doesn't change how I see you; how the people who matter see you. Strong, capable, and above all, kind.

It's okay to need to fall back on others from time to time. And I'll always be here for you, whenever you need me.

I believe in you.

-Aqua

Hi. Hello. Please excuse me while I burst into tears for a moment-

This is perhaps not a great time for me to try to respond to such a lovely letter considering I’m running on barely five hours of sleep and also have to try and navigate the airport in a minute. But I just want to say, in the absolute most positive way possible, aaaaaaaaaaaah???? That is the noise I made in my head (and it would have been out loud if I had been alone) when I read this, I just- this is so, so kind of you to have sent, whoever it was that has sent this, and please know that I appreciate it so greatly!!!! It’s such a sweet little message, and it really sounds like Aqua, I just- thank you, so so much, seriously!!!!

[cobaltperun]

Eternal Flame (4) - What If

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: For her it’s a passion, for you it’s an accident. And as she continues shining brighter and brighter with each role you are left mesmerized, drawn to her flame and cherishing every time she lets herself be vulnerable with you.

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-What if I can't go on without you-

You were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. The darkness of the night, lessened only by the moonlight, consumed the room as you, but it was nothing compared to the dark storm raging within you.

You failed her.

You clenched your fist in frustration, your entire body tense with pent-up frustration. How could you not see just how uncomfortable Jenna was during the filming?! You dared to think everything would be fine, that she was fine, you failed to realize Jenna wouldn’t tell you she wasn’t comfortable, that she would deem it unprofessional and also as something that would make her seem like a burden.

You didn’t see it. Just how much effort she was putting in pushing herself to do the scene, you just saw the emotions she was meant to act out in her eyes, and you were cursing yourself for not seeing through them.

Your phone buzzed and you nearly ignored it, but the light coming from your phone screen was annoying and you got up to flip it over, just in case whoever sent that message tried again. You reached to grab the phone and froze.

Jenna needs you

You quickly opened the message, making sure you read it right and sure enough, that was what Melissa just sent you.

‘I’m not failing you again,’ you rushed to her room, just barely remembering to close the door of your own room. You didn’t know what was going on, didn’t know what Jenna needed you for, but she needed you, and with that in mind you went into her room and in a single moment recognized what was going on. Jenna was on her knees, held up by Melissa, clearly having a panic attack.

"Y/N, I don't know what to do," Melissa told you, frantic, hopeful that you would know what to do, and you nodded. In the back of your head you considered maybe you weren’t the right person to do this. After all, Jenna wasn’t comfortable enough to have a kiss scene with you, how was she supposed to be comfortable enough to let you help her through her panic attack.

You had to try though. “Jen,” you approached her slowly, as calmly as you possibly could. “Can you take a deep breath for me?” you asked as you knelt down in front of her, taking Melissa’s place. She didn’t do it yet, but she wasn’t trying to get away from you. You could do this, you could help her, you had to. You carefully placed your hand on top of her own, for now not wanting to think about what caused this, you needed to get her to calm down a bit first.

The relief flooded you as she took a slightly deeper breath and leaned closer to you. “That’s it, good,” you spoke softly, gently pushing a strand of Jenna’s hair back and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Slow and steady, just like Hugh did for you when you needed help.

Jenna, contrary to how uncomfortable with the kiss she was, closed the distance and allowed you to hug her, she even leaned her head on your shoulder and took a deep breath. “You’re safe,” you pulled her just a bit closer when she grabbed onto the hem of your shirt. “I’ve got you, just breathe,” you whispered.

“Sorry,” she sobbed, and you could feel tears through your shirt.

“Don’t be, just let it out,” you assured her while rubbing soft circles on her back. “It’s just me,” you could feel her shaking slightly as she cried. “You’ve got this, Jen,” you felt her hands slowly going from the hem of your shirt to your back as she gingerly hugged you back.

“I’m sorry,” Jenna repeated, and you weren’t exactly sure what she was apologizing for.

“We’ll handle it later, just focus on breathing,” you turned to Melissa who stood there, still unsure of what to do. “Could you get me a wet towel and a glass of water?” you asked, not wanting to let Jenna go just yet.

Melissa jumped at that but quickly went to the bathroom to get the towel, and then to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Please don’t be mad,” Jenna pleaded, and you found yourself nearly breaking at how devastated she sounded. Mad about what? This?

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” you told her. “I’m not mad, I promise,” you figured she needed to hear it directly, so you said it as Jenna let out a long sigh of relief.

“What do you need first?” Melissa came back with the towel and water.

“A towel,” you said, and then spoke to Jenna in a much gentler way, not that you were stern or anything with Melissa, but you were mostly neutral. “I’m going to pull away a bit, just to freshen you up a bit, okay?”

Jenna nodded and stopped hugging you, though she still kept holding onto the sides of your shirt. You took that as a sign and pulled back slightly, while still keeping one hand on her back. You took the towel from Melissa and gently wiped Jenna’s face and neck, taking a moment to wipe her tears with your thumb. “There,” you said to Jenna as you handed the towel back to Melissa and took the glass of water she was holding. “Can you drink on your own?” you asked and smiled as Jenna nodded. She reached up, though her hands were still trembling and took the glass, spilling a bit of water before you could steady it.

“Fuck,” Jenna hissed, frustrated at herself.

“It’s just water, you’re okay, it’s normal,” you kept reassuring her as the two of you brought the glass to her lips and she took a few sips, before Jenna pushed it back toward you and you handed the glass back to Melissa. “I’m going to lift you up now, okay? Take you to bed?” she couldn’t stay on the floor and with how much she was shaking that was probably your best bet.

Jenna shook her head. “I can go myself,” she finally smiled at you, and you just had to smile back, nodding and letting her lean on you as she got back up and, albeit a bit shakily, went to her bed. “Please, stay,” she requested as she settled down under the covers.

You sat at the edge of her bed and noticed she reached her hand out to you, so you took it, lightly caressing the back of her hand with your thumb. “Okay,” as easily as that you agreed to Jenna’s request.

Jenna smiled and squeezed your hand, but it was clear she wasn’t about to fall asleep, her entire body was still feeling the effects of the panic attack, even though she managed to calm down. She turned to Melissa. “Thanks, for calling Y/N,” she said and Melissa nodded, shuffling on her feet at the end of Jenna’s bed.

“I was pretty useless though. Got scared,” she admitted and looked away, and you could see the shame in her eyes at being unable to do anything but stand by and watch before you asked her to bring you the towel and water for Jenna.

“I’m sorry,” Jenna kept apologizing, even more ashamed than Melissa was and you restrained yourself from telling her she had nothing to apologize for. Melissa was the one who needed to tell her that right now.

And she did. “No, Jenna,” Melissa rushed to Jenna’s side and knelt right next to the younger actress. “You shouldn’t apologize for anything, I’m the one who froze up! Shit, I’m thirty and couldn’t do anything, I’m the one who should apologize,” Melissa was frustrated, and in a way rightfully so, you knew she cared about Jenna, yet she couldn’t do anything. “And then you,” she turned to you when Jenna remained silent. “Handled everything so well and I just can’t excuse how I acted.”

Normally you wouldn’t open up about it. Well, you would to Jenna, you were close and you weren’t worried about opening up to her and being vulnerable, but as much as you liked Melissa the two of you weren’t much more than colleagues that got along really well. Still, Melissa would only continue beating herself up, so, you took a deep breath and came clean. “It’s not as black and white, I just went through those, a lot, a few yours ago,” after… you couldn’t think about it now. You needed to focus on Jenna, the last thing she needed was to feel your distress. Back then Hugh stepped in since no one else managed to reach you, you were just doing what he did.

Jenna’s grip on your hand suddenly grew stronger and the sharp inhale were all you needed to understand Jenna’s reaction, but you still looked at her, at the surprise etched on her face and so much compassion. She probably would have figured it out as soon as she got a moment of clarity to think about it. So, you just shrugged, it was behind you, and while you could never say it wouldn’t happen again it has been some time since your last panic attack.

“That explains a lot,” Melissa sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Thanks for being open with me,” she knew just as well as you did that your bond wasn’t really at the stage to talk about that. You nodded at that, and she pulled her hand back, her glance at your and Jenna’s hand suddenly made you feel a bit self-conscious. “I should probably leave the two of you alone,” she chuckled, and you noticed Jenna blushing at that. “Call me if you need anything, and just so you know, I won’t tell a soul about this,” she assured Jenna and hugged her, sighing in relief when Jenna wrapped her free hand around Melissa’s back. “This doesn’t change anything, I promise you, I still love you with all my heart,” Melissa kissed Jenna’s cheek and pulled away

“Thanks, I love you too,” Jenna whispered and watched as Melissa left the room, leaving the two of you alone.

A comfortable silence set between you and Jenna, she was still tense, but she calmed down, considerably. “Want to watch a comedy?” you suggested, remembering Hugh would often get you to watch some documentary to calm down since comedies weren’t really something you were in the mood for at that time.

Jenna sat up and nodded. “Got anything in mind?” she asked and you shrugged.

“We pick a random one and just watch it,” you were already getting up. “I’ll be back in a minute, just need to get my laptop and phone,” you assured her when you noticed her eyes widening for a moment.

Jenna relaxed at that and nodded, smiling. “I’ll be waiting,” she told you a bit shyly and you couldn’t help but admire her. When you had panic attacks it took you longer to be able to stay alone, the turmoil would remain even after you calmed down, and Jenna’s strength impressed you.

“One minute,” you repeated to her with a cheeky grin on your face as you opened the doors behind you. You went and got everything you needed as quickly as you could and indeed came back within a minute, much to Jenna’s amusement, though you could see relief in her eyes as well. “Where do you want to watch the movie?” you asked, already setting the laptop up on the table.

You glanced back and noticed Jenna patting the spot on the bed next to her while averting her gaze. Now you were officially confused, after the failed kiss scene you were worried about any touch that could make Jenna uncomfortable, yet here she was, offering to have you that close to her. “I mean, if you don’t mind!” she quickly clarified, likely noticing your lack of response.

“I don’t, I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you said slowly and approached her with the laptop and the reaction was instantaneous.

Jenna scrambled to her knees on the bed and latched onto you, hugging you tight and burying her face in your neck, immediately shaking once more and breathing heavily. “It’s not- I didn’t-“ she gasped and you tossed the closed laptop onto her bed and hugged her, recognizing the panic attack was starting again. “You’re mad,” she sobbed as you tried to ground her once more.

“I’m not,” you whispered in her ear and pulled back, lightly nudging her chin up so she would look you in the eyes, hoping she would be able to see how sincere and serious you were about this. And you saw some clarity in her eyes, a sign you managed to prevent another full-blown panic attack, at least for tonight. “I’m not mad, Jen, I never was,” she should be the one who is mad, not you, but you feared telling her that would only make things worse right now. “I’m not mad,” you leaned your forehead against her own and closed your eyes as you wiped the few tears away. “Breathe with me, okay?” you felt a slight nod.

Jenna took a deep, shuddering breath, and then another, and she kept doing it, slowly, surely, getting her breathing under control. “Everything will be okay, we’re okay,” she calmed down a bit more with those words. “I’ve got you,” you needed her to know and feel she was safe, not be stuck in whatever thoughts were plaguing her mind.

“I caused a scene,” she breathed out, frustrated at herself. “I see them looking, blaming me, and it is my fault, but I see them blaming you as well!” you froze for a moment, not expecting this outburst. “You didn’t do anything, it was all me,” her lower lip trembled as she said that.

“It isn’t your fault,” you whispered, letting her move and once more bury her face in your neck. “Don’t ever feel guilt for not doing something you’re uncomfortable with,” you really thought that was the issue, so you approached it like that, but Jenna just shook her head, hugging you tighter as if you were going to let go of her. You weren’t going to, not until she calmed down, not until this all passed.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable, I just, I couldn’t separate things, separate us from our characters,” she whispered, and you realized you got it wrong, and you’ve never been as relieved to be wrong as you were right now. Jenna wasn’t uncomfortable, you just got too close as friends. Building this strong bond made things awkward when kiss or more intimate scenes were involved, and you understood it completely. “I,” she began but stopped herself and you knew better than to push her to say anything she wasn’t completely ready to say.

“It’s okay, thanks for telling me,” you would have never forgiven yourself if you hurt her in any way, if at any point she felt like she had to do anything. “I thought I fucked up, in a way I did when I didn’t notice something was wrong. I should have stopped it,” you admitted, and Jenna’s breath hitched. “I didn’t know how to approach you, how to apologize properly, so I wanted to wait until the morning,” you now knew that was a mistake. If you just had the guts to go to her right away this probably could have been avoided. Hindsight 20/20, you supposed. “Guess we both panicked tonight,” you joked lightly and felt at ease when Jenna chuckled a bit and gradually, on her own, let go of you.

“We did,” she sat back on the bed and wiped the few tears away. She smiled at you and patted the spot next to her. “Let’s just watch a movie?” Jenna suggested. Everything was a mess, the sheets, the blanket, the pillows, yet it didn’t matter, you both got comfortable, and Jenna leaned on you as you found a random comedy to watch.

~X~

Jenna woke up, still emotionally exhausted, her brain immediately repeating the scenes from the last night. She could still see Melissa's panicked expression when she closed her eyes. She could still see you and she saw it all vividly. And she wasn't sure if her heart pounding in her chest was due to another panic attack or if it was because of everything that happened with you. You held her so gently, like she was the most precious person in your life, yet so firmly at the same time, as if fearing she’d slip out of your grasp if you loosened your hold on her. Her family was the most supportive family she could hope for, loving her, cheering for her, keeping her grounded and humble… Still, she never had anyone support her through a panic attack before, especially like this, Aliyah froze a lot like Melissa did, and her parents were busy, so she didn’t want to add yet another thing for them to worry about. You just came in and handled it, calming her down not once, but twice. You knew what to do, and you did it, probably taking notes from your own panic attacks.

Jenna’s heart broke at the thought of you going through panic attacks. How many did you go through on your own? How did your family respond to them? Who calmed you down? She wanted to ask so many things, but she didn’t want to reopen the old wounds. She turned to the other side, only to see you there at her table, doing something on your laptop.

Her heart definitely sped up because of you.

"You stayed," she spoke before she could even consider if that was what she should say first. Before thanking you, before wishing you a good morning. But you stayed, you didn't leave her, you kept your promise. When she asked you to stay, she hoped you’d stay until she fell asleep, but you went above and beyond, probably staying in her room all night long. A blush crept up to her cheeks when she remembered watching the movie, the comedy was awful, and half-way through you just muted it and began making up dialogue, nudging Jenna to join you and improvise. She laughed so hard just the thought of all the ridiculous things the two of you came up with made her smile.

You snapped out of whatever you were doing and turned around and you really should have given her a warning. "Hey," you smiled, and she really should Google if it was healthy to start her day with her heart going out of control. You were wearing glasses, and she had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Wouldn’t be the first time.

‘Well, it would be the first time I dreamt of you wearing glasses, but not my first time dreaming- What am I thinking?!’ she was panicking for a whole new reason now, and it wasn’t that scary panic from last night, it was much, much worse. It was a ‘you look good and who turned the heat up’ kind of panic and the embarrassment was getting to her.

How the-

Who gave you the right to look like the most adorable dork with glasses? It was ridiculous, the glasses made you look like a completely different person, less serious, or intense, or just something, somehow, Jenna wasn’t even sure anymore! Not that she thought about you like that a lot, but she had eyes, and she noticed the way your muscles and height made you look more intimidating. She was attentive to details, it was not her fault. Glasses kind of just stripped that intimidating factor away. Jenna bitterly thought that maybe there really was something to that Clark Kent disguise just to get her mind off the way you looked now.

This wasn’t helping her crush at all. It was making it worse! Wasn’t taking the glasses off meant to cause this reaction, not putting them on?!

Who was she trying to fool, she was just trying her best to suppress her feelings and now it was all getting out of hand because she, apparently, had a thing for you wearing glasses!

‘Or, or, I could just admit I have a thing for Y/N in general, that’ll definitely help me be professional!’ she thought sarcastically.

She saw you raising an eyebrow and then saw the realization in your eyes. "Right, guess this was a surprise," you chuckled and reached up to take them off. Alarms went off, a disaster was about to strike, you could not be allowed to think you shouldn’t wear glasses around her!

"NO!" Jenna cried out, jumping out of bed and stumbled, pulling her blanket along. "Oh fu-" she tripped on the blanket and nearly fell face first on the floor, she would have, if you didn't jump yourself and catch her.

"Woah there," you chuckled, prompting Jenna to start laughing as well, though she was laughing mostly out of embarrassment. This really was a ridiculous situation.

She managed to free herself from the blanket, but remained in your arms, her hands firmly holding onto your forearms. Well, maybe glasses didn't make you an entirely new person. And you had moments of being adorable without glasses as well. And, she was so doomed and just had to know it. "Keep them on?" she asked, suddenly feeling shy and timid.

You smirked.

You fucking smirked and she didn't mind one bit as long as you kept them on.

Fuck. She's got it bad.

“Whatever you want, Jen,” you were absolutely teasing her, and she felt like she deserved it for having such a monumental crush on you.

“You look adorable with glasses,” there, she said it, and got her payback as your eyes widened and you raised your head to lightly scratch your cheek, grinning like a goofball and looking to the side. Was it too dramatic to think she could die happy now?

You finally looked at her again. “You too,” and then your own words registered in your brain and you pulled away. “Fuck!” you clenched your fists and cursed through your teeth as you turned away from Jenna. “Adorable! You look adorable too, all the time,” you corrected and facepalmed before quickly shutting your laptop down. “That’s it. Too embarrassed,” for a moment she could avoid panicking over your own compliment and just adoringly watch as you panicked over complimenting her back. “Not my fault you’re beautiful, and my brain loses all control over my mouth and the things that come out of it,” you muttered, clearly annoyed as you put the laptop in the bag. “You too,” you mocked yourself and grabbed your laptop and phone. “Like you’re wearing glasses too, fucking dumbass,” you were too adorable right now and Jenna really, really wanted to kiss you to stop the rant you were on.

No! None of that! You were friends!

Friends absolutely fall asleep on the same bed and spend the night cuddled together after one of them has a panic attack.

Did the relationship between your characters in the very movie you were filming right now teach her nothing?

“See you on set! Bye!” you were being dramatic and Jenna just dropped down on her bed and glanced at the side of her bed you were sleeping on.

A single question went through her mind. ‘Is it just a crush or am I in love?’

And worse than anything, she knew exactly what the answer was.

~X~

Another night shoot extended from Friday to Saturday and you all ended up going to a local fast food restaurant for a quick bite. You haven’t really slept that much the night before, you barely took a nap, really, instead you made sure Jenna was okay as she slept. The hours after the panic attacks were generally difficult, the body still full of adrenaline and prone to restless night filled with randomly waking up from either a nightmare or just for any reason really. Luckily Jenna didn’t wake up, and she didn’t have nightmares, but you still stayed awake, letting her basically use your chest as a pillow. It wasn’t until the morning that you actually slipped out from under her and went to get some work done on your laptop.

It was a good thing none of you were all that easily recognizable just yet, because all any of you wanted right now was to have a quick bite at three in the morning and go to sleep as quickly as possible. You were so tired and desperate to sleep that you just ordered fries and were sleepily munching on them as you leaned on the wall.

Weight dropped onto your side, and you looked down, seeing Jasmin, who was previously sitting next to you, just leaning her back on your side and eating her meal. “Get off,” you muttered sleepily, though you didn’t move to push her off, it wasn’t worth the effort.

“Nah, you’re comfier than my chair,” she downed the rest of her soda and yawned. “Where were you last night?” that definitely woke you up, and it seemed to wake the rest of your co-stars as well.

“Oh, late night escapades? Someone got lucky?” Sonia teased you as you rolled your eyes.

“Mhm, all the Pokémon I caught got really lucky,” you dismissed them both and pretended to get really invested in the menu. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Jenna barely containing the blush appearing on her face.

“I’d believe it if the Pokémon was 5 foot 1,” Mason joked earning a laugh from Jasmin and Sonia and causing Jenna to look down and make herself as small as she could be.

“Mason,” Melissa warned him to stop with a look.

“Yeah, not happening after that thing on the set the other day,” Jack commented, and you could swear you could hear the pin drop when he said that, and you sat up, pushing Jasmin off you as well.

“None of your business, any of this,” the glare you sent Jack was more than enough of the message, because you haven’t once gotten angry on set, haven’t once raised your voice, haven’t once gotten as serious as you did just now.

“Okay, okay, let’s just finish eating and chill,” Mikey jumped in to calm the situation down before it could escalate further and a single glance toward Jenna told you to drop it, to not bother with this anymore. So, for Jenna, you did, you just huffed and finished your food.

“Good idea, tensions are high, we’re all tired, let’s just go to the beach on Sunday, chill out, relax,” Mason suggested and thus the conversation of where you were last night, or your and Jenna’s failed kiss scene got pushes aside in favor of making plans for Sunday.

When you came back to the room you got ready for bed and glanced at your phone. “Fuck it,” you unlocked it and opened your Instagram messages with Jenna.

03:43 YN L/N: How are you?

You sat down on your bed, wondering if you should really be as glued to your phone as you were right now, waiting to see if Jenna would answer it. Ten minutes passed as you doom scrolled through different posts when your phone buzzed,

03:53 Jenna Ortega: Sorry, I was taking a shower

Well, that was an information you did not need to know. And you definitely didn’t need to form that imagine in your head! Damn you brain!

03:53 Jenna Ortega: I’m okay, I promise. ❤️❤️ Glasses though? You didn’t explain them this morning

You honestly hoped she wasn’t trying to change the subject and was just curious. Too bad the answer was quite a boring one.

03:54 Y/N L/N: Sorry to disappoint, it’s just for blue light, I wear them when I work on my laptop. Should probably wear them when I watch movies in bed as well

03:55 Jenna Ortega: That would be very appreciated. Want to watch something tomorrow?

03:55 Jenna Ortega: As long as you wear glasses of course 🥺

Okay, she wasn’t changing the subject. That made you grin.

03:56 Y/N L/N: Sure, you’re picking a movie this time

You really couldn’t handle watching another disaster, even if you and Jenna turned it into something fun.

Jenna just sent you a thumbs up and you could finally rest.

~X~

A weekend filled with rest and relaxation, both on the beach and in Jenna’s room watching movies and hanging out later you and Jenna were once again filming together. The scene where C/N comes into her room while Sam is sleeping, after Tara figures out Amber is one of the killers. Melissa wasn’t with you, since she would basically be in only several frames, and under the blanket so her double handled that bit of the scene. Jenna was already in the position as you came into the room, followed by the camera.

Jenna looked, well she always looked beautiful, but the dim light bouncing off her face, the way her eyes shone in the darkness, it made you freeze completely, ruining the first take. “Sorry!” you quickly apologized to everyone around you and shrugged at Jenna who just gave you a thumbs up.

You could feel yourself getting into trouble over this.

‘She’s your co-star and a dear friend, get it together!’ you took a deep breath and pushed the growing feelings for Jenna down as much as you could. You had to, otherwise you’d really be in trouble, and it would only be a matter of time before it becomes too difficult to hide. You couldn’t afford that, Jenna was too important to you to just let the unrequited feelings mess things up.

~X~

She couldn’t black out again, she struggled to get into Tara’s character, though it didn’t matter. The scene in question was a soft, romantic one, and as you slipped under the covers and she hugged you Jenna noticed she was much calmer this time. The worry from the last time persisted, strengthened by the trust forged between you.

How would you feel knowing she couldn’t properly separate you and your character? She imagined it would feel unpleasant to say the least.

At the same time she was very much aware that you both crossed that line between personal and professional in more ways than one. Staying by Jenna’s side through her panic attack and the days that followed were the proof of that, and you were aware of Jenna’s issue with filming these scenes with you. You just didn’t know the exact reason, still believing Jenna’s issues were just based on your friendship and not the already developed crush Jenna had on you.

 So, instead of blacking out like she was used to doing, Jenna decided to just go with the flow, to let the scene play out the way she felt it should.

“Call me love again,” she said her line and got lost in your eyes. Were you just acting? Looking at her with so much love and admiration? Was there even a hint of real feelings or was she just a lovestruck teen getting ahead of herself?

“I’ll call you whatever you want, Love,” your voice was just as gentle as it was last week when she was having a panic attack, just as soft, and you glanced at her lips for a moment. Should she go off script? Would you let her? From what she saw you wouldn’t have any troubles stopping Jenna way before she could make you uncomfortable.

“Again,” it felt so easy, so right this time. The guilt over not blacking out was there, she doubted she could ever be rid of it as long as these feelings remained, but there was a pull she couldn’t get ignore. A pull she didn’t want to ignore, and she just let it lead her, pull her closer to you.

“My Love,” the scene was supposed to end there, you were done, you just needed to wait for Matt to say ‘Cut’ and be done with it, but she leaned in, looking for the permission in your eyes and you actually closed the distance as well.

She could almost feel the brush of your lips against her own and you both waited a moment, waiting for anyone to stop you, but no one said anything and Jenna just leaned in, kissing you in the most modest way she possibly could, just connecting your lips.

It felt right, it felt right for the characters, it felt right for the two of you, it just felt right. And it felt good. She really was in trouble as she tentatively deepened the kiss and you brushed your fingers against her cheek, cradling it before Jenna pulled away, unable to wipe the smile of her face. It was nowhere near as passionate as the kiss the script originally intended, but you kissed, even if it was just an improvisation.

“Cut, I guess. I have no words,” Matt sighed and Jenna honestly felt pity for him. Just last week she stopped a kiss scene and now she included an unscripted kiss without talking to anyone, you included, about it. “Don’t get me wrong, that was great, but still, no words.”

“You can always cut the kiss part,” you chimed in as Jenna sat up and moved to the edge of the bed to sit while you seemed to just be content lying there.

Tyler sighed and approached you and Jenna. “Okay, we really need to sit down and figure out where your characters are. Do we cut out Tara and Amber’s relationship and have Tara and C/N together from the start? Remove any of Tara’s relationships from this movie and just get Tara and C/N together in the sequel if it happens? Have them get together here? You’ve been playing these characters for over a month now, where do you see them?”

Jenna didn’t expect this question, she didn’t expect to be asked, or to influence the decision in a way. Though, she would be lying if she said she didn’t appreciate it. “They are both traumatized, they aren’t ready for a relationship,” she began, her voice shaking slightly until you finally sat up and put your arm around her shoulder.

Matt raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t make any comments.

“That hardly ever stops people from getting into relationships,” Tyler pointed out, and well, she really couldn’t disagree with that.

“True, but this would be a really bad timing,” you easily took her side and in response to that Jenna leaned a bit closer to you. If she had to pick out just one thing she really loved about you it would have to be how confident you were. You made discussing with movie directors look easy, like you were certain there wouldn’t be bruised egos after the conversation.

Still, there was a growing feeling within her, something that’s been on her mind since she first read the script. Even if the actual kiss, as far as kissing you went, it still felt rushed for Tara and C/N, and being traumatized was just a part of her reasoning. “Can’t we just make a bridge between this movie and the sequel if it gets approved?”

Matt finally joined the three of you. “What do you mean?”

Jenna felt her cheeks turning slightly red. As used to attention as she was it still felt embarrassing at times. “You want to make C/N retire from MMA, you want to get them together, so why not just do it in a short movie? Release it online just before the sequel if we end up making one?” thinking about it now she figured there were several flaws in her idea, mainly getting the higher ups to agree to the idea, but she genuinely thought that would be for the best.

You nodded at her idea. “Complications aside, as far as the actual story goes, this is about as realistic as it can get for their relationship, regardless of whether or not Tara and Amber stay as girlfriends in the final cut. C/N just reunited with Susan and nearly lost Tara several times, and Tara got attacked, nearly died, and then had to shoot her girlfriend slash friend. They aren’t fit to start a relationship at any point of the movie,” you absolutely agreed with Jenna.

And from the looks of it, so did Matt and Tyler as they exchanged a look. “Okay, we’ll see what we can do a d get back to you about it soon enough,” Tyler agreed.

A/N: Right, those familiar with the previous EF4 will notice that nothing from that chapter appeared in this one. With the plans I have I figured it would be better to have two decently long chapters instead of having another huge chapter. Since I already deleted the previous versions I figured I can forget about the same chapter covers the same thing rule. Again, most of the things that happened in original EF will still happen, now it might just happen a chapter or two later.

Have fun reading and do tell me your thoughts on the chapter, they do make me write faster. 😁😁💙

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His Caretaker | Jamie Drysdale

summary: after Jamie has too much to drink you get called to help get your boyfriend home.

request: yes/no

warnings: mentions of being drunk, tooth rottingly sweet couple.

word count: 1.54

authors note: Jamie gives me such soft vibes and this is fully what this piece is based off on. The baseball fan in me loves that picture of him (not even an angles fan but I’m willing to look past that). Fluff is not my forte so I’m gonna hope that this isn’t shit and sorry that you’ve had to wait so long for your request to be filled!

Somehow you should have known you wouldn’t be getting your own way tonight.

A relaxing evening was what you had planned for yourself after you turned Jamie’s offer of joining him and the boys at the bar. Sure you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend but going out was the last thing you felt like doing after the hectic day of college classes that you had been through all you wanted was a nice bubble bath.

Sure Jamie was a little upset that you didn’t want to come but when you told him to have a good night for the two of you, he seemed to take that a little bit more literally than you intended.

A groan fell from your lips when your phone began to ring “yes?” You tried to act like Jamie hadn’t just interrupted the movie you were watching.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you thought you heard your boyfriend in the background of the call “y/n you gotta come get Jamie,” Trevor explained as he was somewhat panicked “I wanna say hi!” Jamie whined as his eyes lit up at the mention of you.

You were quick to get up as you grabbed your shoes “I’ll be there in like fifteen?” Anaheim wasn’t usually known for its traffic but you knew that it would be longer for a weekend on what was bar central street “I want her now,” it was the complaint in Jamie’s voice that made you know he was doing his puppy dog face that he would do whenever he would want to get his way in something that you two were planning “and tell Jamie to stop pouting because I’m coming,” you pointed out as you shut the front door to the apartment.

It wasn’t hard to find the boys, Trevor had sent you a message saying that they were going to sit out front as some of the other boys were now also waiting for their girlfriends “y/n!” Jamie cheered as he saw you get out of your car.

A smile formed on your lips as you couldn’t help but laugh “hi baby,” he almost knocked you off of your feet as he wrapped his arms around you “missed you,” he confessed now making all of the boys laugh.

You kissed his cheek as he nuzzled his head in crook of your neck “you can let go of me,” despite the fact that the hug felt really nice you sort of needed to look at his friends to talk to them “never,” Jamie shook his head not liking your idea.

Somehow you managed to position yourself to actually see them whilst not letting go of Jamie “I’m going to get this man child home,” you announced drawing a scoff from your boyfriends lips.

Jamie furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you “I’m not a man child!” He complained as he let his lips form a pout again “you’re my man child,” you spoke in a duh tone as you pecked his lips. It was that gesture that almost made him melt as his irritated look turned soft and smiley “let’s go,” he nodded as he sent a wave to his friends. The boys all couldn’t help but shake their heads as they waved back knowing that the Canadian was not going to remember this tomorrow.

It seemed that the second Jamie’s head hit the headrest of his seat he was out. In all honesty you couldn’t help but look over to him occasionally to smile at yourself, you found yourself the cutest boyfriend you could have asked for “baby?” Jamie mumbled as he looked at you when the car stopped at a red light.

His eyes fluttered open as he had woken himself up “hi love,” you felt giddy as he reached out to grab your right hand. Usually whoever was driving only got one hand for the steering wheel as the other was usually being held by the passenger, Jamie’s real favourite place to put his hand though was actually on your knee when he drove you two through the streets of California.

The soft sounds of the engine rumbling seemed to help Jamie fall back asleep but not before he could remind you “I love you,” it was like each time he said it you fell more and more in love with him.

Even though he was asleep you still responded “I love you too,” as you kissed his hand before you continued the rest of the drive back to your apartment.

The only real thing that you had felt on the way up to your apartment was the warmth of Jamie’s hand, he had this smug looking smile on his face too “what’s got you all happy?” You asked as the elevator doors opened up to your floor.

Jamie threw his arm around you “you love me,” he slurred as he tapped his finger on your nose.

It drew a laugh from your lips “yeah I do,” you nodded in amusement as he repeated that you loved him all the way until the two of you reached your door.

Thankfully you hadn’t locked it so it meant that you two could just walk right back in “I’m gonna need you to strip baby,” you cooed as you realised that the front of his white shirt had beer spilt on it.

The comment only made Jamie smirk “didn’t know you were so horny,” he teased as he placed his hands on your hips.

You shook your head “don’t want you sleeping in this,” you explained causing him to look down at his outfit, those denim shorts really weren’t ideal to sleep in.

All the boy could do was mutter an “oh” as he began to walk to your room. As drunk as he was he still seemed to have that clear thinking part of him.

He pulled the shirt over his head letting you get a moment to look at his naked chest “you like what you see?” Jamie asked as he began to unzip his pants. You smiled as you nodded “got me a cute boyfriend,” you announced as you placed a peck on his lips.

With his clothes now on the floor you picked them up “let’s go brush your teeth,” on the way to the bathroom you had the chance to drop his clothes into the hamper.

It seemed like Jamie remembered the few times that he had taken care of you in the bathroom as he walked over to the sink “sit on that,” you shook your head as the height difference between you two was not going to make brushing his teeth easy if he was stood up.

Jamie sat on the lid of the toilet as you had him open his mouth “you’re so bossy,” he mumbled as you placed his toothbrush in his mouth.

You sent him a thoughtful look as you contemplated entertaining his conversation “I’m just helping you.” You pointed out as you continued to brush his teeth “it’s hot,” you were surprised that you heard what he said between the toothpaste and the toothbrush in his mouth.

A smile formed on your lips “thank you,” you bit your lip as you tried to not let your cheeks turn pink.

His hands trailed up your legs before they wrapped around behind you to squeeze your ass “keep your hands to yourself mister,” you warned causing him to giggle as he raised his hands in surrender.

These cute moments in your bathroom weren’t usually a thing as you both had very different morning schedules and not to mention that Jamie didn’t live with you, he just had a lot of his clothes there “go spit and rinse,” you reminded him as you took the toothbrush out of his mouth.

He followed your request as he dried his face before he looked up to you with an over exaggerated grin “nice and shiny,” he spoke as you nodded before you motioned to him to go back to your bedroom.

Your walk back to your bed was short as you watched Jamie plop onto the mattress “oh my god you’re taking up the whole bed!” You complained with a laugh as you watched him sprawl out on his back “there’s space for you,” Jamie nodded to himself as he smiled.

You played your hands on your hips “where?” You waited for him to answer but instead you were met with his hands on your hips as he pulled you onto him “J!” You squealed as he wrapped his arms around you practically trapping your body on top of his.

The boy let out a giggle as he kissed your forehead “isn’t this nice,” he confessed causing you to look up at him “I have to go brush my teeth,” you reminded him as he groaned “nope,” Jamie shook his head sending you a grin in the process.

You furrowed your eyebrows “what do you mean no?” In all honesty you thought he was kidding “I love you and your smelly breath,” the hockey player confessed as it was now your turn to laugh.

You used to say that you were lucky he loved you.

But that made you think it was possibly the other way around tonight.

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Want You Back | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Inspired by Want You Back by Maisie Peters

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Over a year ago, Y/n started hunting with the boys. Her and Dean's friendship became more than anything she ever had before. Then he hurt her like never before. The worst part was she didn't really care.

Takes place somewhere in season 6 after Sam got his soul back. Flashbacks are during season five.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cursing (minimal), canon-level violence, few innuendos, and mentions of things. Reader is kinda sad and desperate. Angst. no happy ending :(

A/N: Hi!! After a year of trying to write a complete fic to post, I finally did it. Please excuse any grammar or spelling errors, I relied on Grammarly lol Also I had no idea how to write the action scenes but tried my best. I really don't know if this is worth much but I had so much fun writing sooo I hope you enjoy it!! (gif not mine)

March 2010

  Y/n’s phone buzzed, drawing her attention from the hunter drunkenly blabbering in her ear. They’d just wrapped up a quick hunt, a werewolf somewhere in northern Montana. She didn’t even really know the guy but Bobby had given him her number to ask for help. She agreed, not really having anything more to do. He was fine for a hunter, other than he never shut up and was getting too handsy for her liking, and him being on his fifth drink wasn’t helping. 

She opened the message, not recognizing the number. Bobby had to stop handing it out to whoever.  

           “Hey, Sweetheart. Whatcha up to?”  

The phone fell into her lap. There was only one person she ever let get away with calling her that, or anything really, and he didn’t come around often. 

           “Depends, who is this?”  

    The response was almost immediate. 

          “Don’t do me like that, Y/n”

 She could almost see his stupid grin on the screen and had to look away to control the heat rising in her face. Within five seconds and two texts, Dean Winchester had turned her into a giggling schoolgirl with a crush. 

          “I’m at a bar, what do you want?” 

         “Ah, a girl after my own heart. Which one? I wanna see you.” 

In any other universe, she would have assumed he had ulterior motives. She had the first few times she’d received that text but ended up spending the night hiding her disappointment. He only wanted to see her. He’d meet with her wherever she was. A bar, a motel, a diner.   

They’d spend hours talking about everything. She’d tell him stories of her recent hunts and the hunters she was stuck helping. He’d tell her of whatever they’d been facing. On rare occasions, when it was super late and they were sprawled on her bed, in a half-drunken stupor, he’d tell her about Sam or their dad. He’d mention their childhood and what he was put through. One night, he even mentioned a girl named Cassie, he skirted around details but Y/n understood. 

   They’d fall asleep like that, on top of the covers of a dirty motel bed. The next morning, he’d take her to breakfast, hug her goodbye, and then he was gone. 

     Her phone buzzed in her hand again. 

       “I miss you.” 

Her blood ran cold as she stared at the screen. He’d definitely never said that before. They just never went there and maybe this wasn’t him going there but it was different. Without another thought, she sent him the address. 

Present, April 2011

  “What Dean did wasn’t ok, you know that right?” Sam said through the phone. “He never should’ve left like that. We just really could use your and Bobby’s help on this case.” 

  Y/n sighed in response. What could she even say? That she knew, that she understood. That it still didn’t matter because even through all of the anger and hurt, she’d take him back tomorrow. 

  Not that he’d ever actually been hers. It was only half a spring, barely two months. 

It didn’t matter either way. There was a job to be done and she had to do it. She could put her feelings aside for a few days. 

 “He always left like that, not like I’m surprised.”  

   “Look, I’ve gotta go but please, Y/n, call us if you need anything. We’ll be there soon.“ 

 “Bye, Sam.” 

  The call ended, leaving Y/n leaning against the railing of Bobby’s porch. The early spring wind whipped around her and she hugged her flannel closer, looking out onto the empty road. 

   It had been over a year since she’d seen either of them. She knew of everything that happened to them. Sam going to hell and coming back without a soul. Dean, living a normal life for over a year with a woman and her kid. 

 Y/n didn’t know her, only hearing about the situation from Sam and Bobby in passing. She knew her name was Lisa and that Dean cared for her. Maybe more. She knew that Dean had promised Sam to live a normal life after he jumped into the cage. And she was happy that he got a year of peace. She was. 

   She could picture him helping in the kitchen, wearing an apron with flour smeared across his face. He’d probably set up family movie nights and weekend outings and birthday dinners. He’d been happy and okay. Against all odds, he had gotten out. 

    That didn’t stop the wave of hurt that washed over at the thought of him, all domestic and soft.  

 The click of the door opening pulled her out of her thoughts. Bobby stood there, a knowing look on his face.  

     “C’mon kid, let’s see if we can figure out something before those boys get here.” 

A few hours later, Y/n stared at the book in her lap. She’d been rereading the same paragraph for thirty minutes. Every time she’d get drawn into the book, the house would creak or the wind would blow and she’d be snapped out of it. 

   She kept waiting for the door to open, for footsteps to trail down the foyer and into the living room. She couldn’t even begin to prepare for what the next few days were going to be like. Her only plan was to act as normal as possible, which was already proving to be difficult. 

  A pit formed in her stomach, there was a lump in her throat and her head was clouded. The whole room was hazy and it felt like she was watching herself exist.

    She didn’t even realize she was crying until something wet hit her hands and slid onto her jeans. She quickly wiped her eyes and tried to focus on the book again. The lines blurred together as more tears filled her eyes.  

    God, she was sitting here crying over some guy. She was a grown woman, she had to get over this. It was pathetic at this point. 

   “You know, what Dean did was wrong. Leaving like that, not telling you what happening.” Bobby said, walking into the room, a stack of books in his hands. “I love the kid but he’s a real dick sometimes.”

       He meant well but she swore if one more person said that Dean had done bad, she was going to go crazy. 

    She knew that. More than anyone, she knew. She was the one who spent months hunting with him, helping him and Sam figure out how to save the damn world. They’d spent nights wrapped up in each other, more than ever before. Farther than before.  

  She was the one who woke up to an empty bed with no trace of him anywhere. He never responded to a call or a text. Never even let her know he was alive. 

  He’d left like an assassin. 

   Part of her couldn’t even blame him. It probably had been for the best because if he’d told her what the plan had been, she’d have begged. 

     In the end, he’d got to be a coward and she salvaged some amount of self-respect. 

 “I know, Bobby.” She said, giving him a small smile, “I know.” 

The door creaked causing Y/n to jump, earning her a concerned look from Bobby. 

  She smiled at him again, trying to reassure him. She could tell he’d been worried about her lately. He was justified in it. She’d been on edge and closed off for the last year and a half. 

   She took a deep breath and steadied herself. She’d known these boys for the better part of her life, it wasn’t a big deal. 

     Sam rounded the corner first, entering with a slight grin. His eyes immediately found hers and without warning he pulled her off the couch and into his arms. 

   Y/n let out a surprised laugh as her feet dangled off the ground and the life was squeezed out of her.  

   “I missed you too, Sam.” She said, unable to hold back more laughter, “Put me down now.” 

   Her feet hit the floor and Sam stepped back. She looked him over, still smiling. 

     “I’m so glad you’re back.” 

   “Yeah, me too.” 

A set of footsteps grew louder causing Y/n to look up, only for her to meet two green eyes. 

  The breath was knocked out of her and she was all too aware of the pit in her stomach again. 

Ignoring the pairs of eyes on her, She spun on her heel to face Bobby.   

    “Let’s get started?” 

March 2010 

“I call shotgun!” Y/n yelled as they walked out of the diner and took off towards the Impala.

   She was probably being unfair. She’d barely shared the passenger side in the few weeks she’d been with the boys. Sam was getting huffy about it, she could tell but she enjoyed the view more from the front.  Sitting in the back she’d miss the way Dean’s hands looked gripping the steering wheel, the way his lips moved as he mouthed the lyrics to whatever was on the radio, or the way his eyes would flicker to hers for just a split second. 

 Dean had also finally let her DJ and she didn’t plan on giving that rare privilege away anytime soon.

   “C'mon, dude. It's my turn.” Sam whined, “My legs are starting to cramp.” 

Sam beat her to the car which wasn’t surprising since he was literally the size of one. She was close to giving in when an arm landed on her shoulder. Dean nudged Sam out of the way, ignoring his protests, and opened the door. 

     “Sorry, Sammy.”  Dean’s eyes never left hers as she slid into the seat, “Need my Darlin’ by my side.” 

Present, April 2011

   Cracked wooden planks creaked under Y/n’s feet as she followed the boys and Bobby into the abandoned house. It was pitch black. She blinked her eyes, trying to adapt to the lack of lighting.  

According to Sam, a nest of vamps had been holed up there for weeks. They’d started leaving a trail of bodies, teens who’d come through as a dare or curiosity. She didn’t know the exact numbers racked up in that time but it was enough for Sam and Dean to ask for help. 

   Dean motioned for them to split up, two taking the downstairs and two going up. She went to follow behind Sam who had taken off into the next room but Bobby beat her to it. She would’ve fought back but it wasn’t exactly like she could cause a scene right then. 

   She followed Dean up the stairs, cringing every time the stairs groaned underneath their feet. 

Dean slowed as he hit the final step before a long, dark hallway. Y/n was a step behind him. His body nearly covered her. She shifted to the side to peer around him. 

  Both raised their machetes, trying to keep their breathing quiet as they waited for any sign of movement.

    A crash came from down the hall. Dean started towards the sound, Y/n following close behind. The complete darkness put them on edge. Being minus one sense in a house of at least ten fanged bastards, not fun. 

      The floorboard creaked behind her causing her to flip around, just in time to dodge the first vampire of the night. 

       She swung her machete, hitting its arm. Distracted, she brought down the weapon. Its head hit the floor. 

        Dean yelled out from behind her. She flung herself around to hear him fighting off, what she guessed was three on his own. Her presence seemed to catch the attention of one of them because it charged at her. 

   She dodged, the vamp lunged again grabbing her by the arm. She twisted out of its grasp. Using the angle to her advantage, she swiped her leg around, knocking it off balance. Its head rolled away as its body hit the ground. 

     She wiped the sweat from her forehead and turned to try to find Dean. She still couldn’t see him but she could hear him panting a few feet away.

She was yanked forward. Hands gripped her forearms tight enough to leave bruises and slammed into the wall. Her head buzzed on impact and she forced herself to stay upright. Its fangs grazed her neck and then its head dropped to the floor. 

   Dean stood in front of her, so close she could feel him breathing, rather than hearing it. Without thinking, she reached out to him and landed on his arm. She went to pull away but his other hand grasped her wrist, holding her in place. 

“Thanks.” She breathed, “You good?” 

“Yeah, You?” 

She wished she could see him, make sure he was being truthful. He didn’t exactly have the best track record with honesty. But in the dark, she had no choice but to trust him. 

    “I’m fine.” There were definitely bruises forming in her arms and her head was still spinning but she’d had worse.  

   Dean’s hand dropped her wrist. She ignored the deflated feeling in her chest and dropped her arm back to her side. 

  Without warning, he ran his hands over her arms and up her shoulders. She tried to pull away but he didn’t stop. 

    “What are you doing?” She whisper-yelled. 

“I literally heard you hit the wall, Y/n,” He said, running his hands over her head, checking for any bumps. 

“I am fine.”  She tried to swat him away but he grabbed her wrists mid-air and pulled them to his chest.  

    The air was humid around them. She heard him panting. Leather and sweat invaded her senses. Any focus she had before vanished. 

He was here, touching her, after so long. 

  Silence enveloped them. The only noise was their panting. 

 This was wrong. Sam and Bobby were probably fighting for their life downstairs and here they were, doing whatever this was.

  She was about to pull away when a loud yell came from downstairs. 

   The moment was broken. They took off down the hallway and stairs. Staying close to not get lost in the dark. 

  They hit the last few steps as a vampire, charged at them. 

 Dean swung his machete and it fell to the floor.  

 They moved further into the first floor of the home, finding Sam and Bobby fighting off at least four vamps each.  

   They split up, him going to Bobby and her going to Sam.  

     None of the vampires were aware of her yet. She grabbed the syringe of deadman’s blood out of her pocket and plunged the needle into the closet to her. 

  Now they knew she was there.

 Two turned towards her giving Sam time to take down his remaining one. 

   Both charged at her, hissing. She ran in between them.She flipped around, slicing the blade in an arc. The one on her left doubled over at the impact. 

    She swung. 

The right one lunged at her. She pivoted and cut the blade up. 

Its head hit the floor. 

She looked around the room, a slight beam of moonlight flooded the house now. She made out Sam helping Bobby up from the floor, right as Dean took down the last vampire. 

   The room was silent other than everyone trying to catch their breath.  

Dean’s eyes found hers. She forced herself to look away. Sam interrupted the non-moment. 

“Time for drinks?” 

Y/n and the boys decided to go out. They were leaving soon but everyone needed time to wash off and get ready. 

   She dragged the black liner across her eyelid, double-checking to see if it smeared the shimmery brown eyeshadow she’d already put on. The cracks in the old mirror made it kind of hard to perfect the make-up but it would have to do.  She already changed from her bloodied hunting clothes into a clean pair of jeans with a simple tank top. She didn’t own much and traveled with less. 

“Broke mirrors are bad luck, ya know?”  

  Dean leaned against the doorframe, flannel pulled taut around his crossed arms. 

She ignored the pit that had reappeared in her stomach and continued applying her lipstick. She flipped through ideas for a response. She could yell at him to get out or cry about how much he hurt her. Instead, she opted to act like nothing was wrong. 

   “I’m pretty sure you’re the one who broke it.”  She said, shoveling her makeup back into the bag, still never meeting his eye. She stood and gathered the rest of her stuff into a neat pile on her bed. Her back was completely towards him. 

    She heard him walk into the room and the door clicked shut. 

“Y/n, look at me.”  

She turned around and looked up at him. Her eyebrows raised like he was boring her. In reality, she was struggling to breathe. Her hands shook and a lump was stuck in her throat.  

 Her eyes glanced over his face. His jaw was set but eyes were soft.  She knew where this was going. 

  Dean took a deep breath before starting.  

“Look, what I did-” 

“Do not finish that sentence, Dean Winchester.” She spat. 

“I just-”

“No. You don’t get to say anything. You don’t get to say that what you did was wrong or how sorry you are. You don’t think I don’t know that what you did was wrong? Everyone keeps telling me that. Bobby, Sam and now you. They kept telling me how horrible of you that was like it wasn’t me. Like I wasn’t the one who spent months with you, like I didn't help you figure out how to stop the fucking apocalypse. Like I didn’t stitch you up after every hunt or spend every car ride next to you. Like I wasn’t the one who would hold you after you woke up screaming or it wasn’t me who spent every single night in your fucking sheets.” 

 Every ounce of refrain she’d worked to keep was gone. Hot tears were streaming down her face as her eyes bored into his. He didn’t try to interrupt her but his jaw twitched and body tensed. 

  “Like it wasn’t me who woke up two months later to an empty bed. You were gone, Dean. You left without a word. No text, no note. Nothing. You fucking left me. And then I found out you were with some other girl for a year? So yeah, I know that what you did was bad.” 

Somewhere in her speech, she’d moved close enough for their chest to touch. Her finger was stabbing into his chest.  He didn’t move, was barely breathing but she wasn’t finished. 

   “Maybe it was cheap to you, or maybe it was some fling to pass the time but it was real to me. It was all I had. You were all I had.” Her voice broke at the last word and she dropped her hand. Her head fell as she cried. Over a year of built-up heartbreak exploding in one moment was too much. 

     His hand found hers and placed it back on his chest. She looked back up at him, his other hand reaching out to cup her cheek. She closed her eyes as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears. 

    “Do you want to know what the worst part is?” She whispered, eyes still shut. “I’d be yours again if you wanted. If you asked. How pathetic is that?” 

      “Y/n.” 

She opened her eyes to look at him despite her embarrassment.  

  “You are anything but cheap or pathetic.” His voice was thick and his eyes were glassy. She’d seen him in so many different states but she’d never seen so much emotion written across his face. 

   “Ask me then. Ask me to come with you.” 

His expression darkened and he dropped his hand from her face. He took a step back and looked away. 

   “It’s not that easy.” He said, shaking his head. “It's never that easy.” 

She let out a bitter laugh. 

 She wasn’t even surprised. She should’ve been disappointed or furious but she was just over it. She was tired and desperate. And if she couldn’t have him, he needed to go. 

  She wiped a hand down her face and glanced back into the mirror assessing the damage her outburst caused. She started wiping off the messed-up liner before starting to reapply. Dean stood behind her, brows furrowed in confusion. 

    “Get out.” She said without hesitation, her voice as steady as possible.  

He opened his mouth as if to speak but shut it. He walked towards the door but stopped with his hand on the doorknob. 

   “For what it's worth, I am sorry.” 

The buzz of conversation filled the packed-out bar. Sam found them a small booth in the corner and was now talking about a new piece of lore he’d found about some Egyptian god. Most of the time, she loved hearing what he had to say but right now all she could focus on was Dean's hand trailing up and down the woman’s hip. He never even sat down with them, finding himself a spot at the bar, next to a pretty blonde. She’d watched for half an hour now as he grinned at the girl, whispered in her ear, and bought her a drink. 

  She wanted to puke or cry or both. She decided to get drunk instead. 

She went to take a sip of her beer only to realize it was empty. Motioning to Sam she was going to get another, she slid out of the booth and made her way to the opposite side of the bar from Dean. 

   She planned to order a shot of some vodka and another beer but she couldn’t catch the attention of either bartender.

  A body bumped up against hers causing her to stumble. A hand wrapped around her waist to catch her. She almost jerked away but she looked up to find a familiarly unfamiliar pair of dark green eyes and dark blonde hair.  

   The man was by far the prettiest she’d seen all night. 

 “I am so sorry, It's packed in here. Isn’t it?  Nowhere to stand.” He had a slight southern drawl and a boyish charm about him. 

 “It is. Can’t seem to even order a drink.”  She smiled at him.

 “You see, now that had to be fate or something because I was just wantin’ to buy you one.” He grinned and waited, almost seeing if she’d allow it. His hand was still on her but she found she didn’t really mind. 

 The room was fuzzy and she could only make out the man in front of her. Even then, he was a little hazy and she had no idea what he was saying, only that his mouth looked pretty as he said it.    

  Y/n didn’t know how long it’d been since the handsome stranger volunteered to feed into her night of drunkenness or even how many she’d had so far. She vaguely remembered him buying her the first shot and then the second and maybe a third. They made small talk, she gave some bullshit story about what she did for work and where she was from. Somewhere in between she had a fourth, fifth, and sixth one. 

 And somewhere between the seventh and now, she’d lost track of Dean. She didn’t even know if he was still there. She did know that the new guy made her feel ok, at least for now. His hands never left her and the drinks never seemed to end.

  She could barely remember the events of the day. Maybe by tomorrow, she wouldn’t remember any of it, or at least a girl could hope.

But right now, she didn’t feel like crying or throwing up as long as she didn’t think of it. 

   She decided in her drunken haze that maybe this was what she needed. So when the stranger asked her if she wanted to leave, she agreed. And when he leaned down to kiss her, she let him.

[disneyprincemuke]

our spot, 2 * ls2

it’s about two weeks since you last saw logan and you find him sitting all alone in the dark

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!reader

warnings: logan is the warning idk

notes: i know it took me forever to write this subpar ass second part but like- i kinda like it because i'm bad with resolutions and making up (i'm single)

also i'd like to have a word with whoever made this gif because it's like so disrespectful like he is so fine why would u do this?

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“you’re growing up too fast,” your mother had said to you earlier after you finished packing the last of your boxes. the boxes that would be sent off to new york in a couple of days before you head out right before new year’s.

thankfully, your family agreed on flying over with you to spend the holiday with you. you had spent weeks and months rethinking the choice of your relocation; if you could handle being away from your family.

your father insisted you explore the world without them by your side and you took up the offer. you'd broken up with the guy you were seeing a couple of days ago.

while you had your doubts about where your relationship was going, there was no denying the amount of time you'd spent together. it still stung you quite a little bit to up and leave him. he had asked you if there was any way to make it work, but you couldn't get yourself to say anything.

so, he pulled you in for a hug and wished you well. and then you left, tearing up very slightly on the drive home alone.

it would be nice to start fresh in a new place. your last conversation convincing you to pick up the pieces of yourself and start moving on for real.

though, it seems it would take forever to do that. you hadn’t only lost a romantic connection when you lost logan, but also your best friend.

the first person you called when you crashed your car on the highway when you were 17, the person who stood up to the girl who made fun of you when you were 9, and the only one who knew you better than you knew yourself.

so here you are at 3 in the morning walking the quiet streets of your small town with your hands in the pockets of your sweater. you try to stifle the sniffle that escapes you, having spent the past couple of hours in tears at the thought of leaving behind everything you’ve ever known.

packing up and spending months in new york, then indefinitely in germany made you a nervous wreck. though the company you’re working for has arranged everything for you from the airport pickup to the apartment estate you’ll be spending your days in.

when you left your house, you glanced across the street to disappointment. logan’s truck isn’t parked on the street and his room had its blinds drawn — the way it’s been since you last saw him.

when you first got the promotion, you almost picked up your phone to text logan. but the heavy weight of guilt made you hit erase and put your phone down after a second.

even when you had graduated about 6 months after cutting contact, you wanted so bad to send him a photo of you and your degree together. but, there was something so embarrassing about reaching out and starting a conversation like nothing had happened.

you posted it on your instagram stories, reposting every single tagged picture for days after to hopefully prompt a message of congratulations from logan. but he didn’t bite.

it made you wonder if you’ve truly made a mistake suddenly cutting him off.

you sigh, making a sharp turn after you pass the school. there’s a dark figure up ahead on the playground that makes you question if it’s a mistake that you’ve come here so late at night.

but it’s a relatively safe gated community. you press your lips together as you approach, your breath hitching in your throat when you’re finally able to make out the man sitting at the end of the slide.

“fancy seeing you here,” logan mumbles, throwing the pieces of rubber from the playground floor into the ground. “it’s late.”

“yeah, i just finished packing,” you answer under your breath, passing him to sit at the edge of another slide. “just needed to do some thinking. didn’t expect you’d be here.”

logan grins to himself with a soft chuckle. “yeah, i’m sorry for intruding.”

you hadn’t been here since you last asked him to come here and see you. in fact, prior to that meetup, you’d only been here a total of 5 times since you last talked.

it reminded you too much of the memories you shared with him growing up.

you lie back in the comfort of the slide. “don’t worry about it. i don’t come here often,” you smile to yourself as you confess. "not anymore."

"i can tell," logan mutters. "i've been here every night since you texted me."

"oh." you take a deep breath, not knowing if you'd like the answer to your question. "what for?"

"thinking real hard," he says just barely above a whisper. he turns to you with a small smile. "i was thinking about you. and germany... and how close it is to me."

your breath hitches. you won't admit to him, but you accepted the offer to move to germany to at least be remotely close to him. or to at least convince him to give your relationship a shot.

you've been apart for years. the only way you got to spend time together back then was if you'd make the effort to visit him in the uk, or if he had the time to fly back home. it was difficult to keep finding ways to make the relationship last.

you had to pretend for a while that you never had to end it. but you knew in your heart two years ago that it cannot keep going on like this. you cried and cried every single time at the airport when he would have to leave you behind in this small town.

you knew his mother mentioned to him about the guy you were seeing. because your mother came to you asking questions about the mysterious guy you never even told her about.

every night after that, you thought about calling logan to explain yourself; that it's not what he thinks it is. but were you really in the position where you had to explain yourself?

"i do love you," he says, picking at the rubber grit once more to avoid your stare. "but the long-distance... barely seeing each other for months on end... it was hard. i couldn't give you what a normal guy would. i couldn't keep making you wait around for nothing."

"but that's not up to you to decide," you say slowly, hoping that he would understand where you came from. "it's unfair. i was willing to go through all of that with you. we've been through so much together."

"i didn't want to risk losing you over something like that," logan sighs, looking up at you in despair. there's a sadness in his eyes that you've never seen before. "it was lonely without you. you're my best friend - losing you over something different entirely was devastating. i didn't have anybody else."

you shake your head, unsure of what to say to him. it was lonely for you when you cut him off. you went from communicating everyday to only catching glimpses of his life on tv, instagram and media news sites.

every single achievement you had, you thought about calling him and hearing his proud voice. but you couldn't fully back yourself on the fact that you broke your own heart because he wanted to keep you around.

"i thought of you every single day," logan says. "i'm sorry. i know you've got a boyfriend and i'm sure he's great, but-"

"i told you," you laugh dryly, throwing your head back. "if you just tell me right now... i'll be all yours."

"but i can't do that to somebody else," logan frowns with a shake of his head. he's contemplated a lot over the past couple of days. how appealing your proposal sounds to him, but the fact that you're still seeing somebody has been making him hesitate. "you know what that means."

you press your lips together. logan's always made sure that he was as morally right as much as he could with his decisions. you sigh, a small hesitant smile stretching your lips. "we broke up."

"what?"

"i broke up with him a couple days ago," you whisper, dropping your eyes to avoid his questioning stare. "i just wanted to go to germany with a fresh start."

logan doesn't say anything immediately. and you don't follow up your confession with anything either. so you look up into the sky as you sway your feet left and right as you try to count the stars that illuminate the night sky. your heart pounds in your chest as you anticipate what he will say next.

and you know he's still there, thinking hard because you can still see his shadow against the playground flooring.

"stay the night," he says softly.

you sit up, both of your hands gripping the sides of the slide as you turn to look at him. "what did you just say?"

"come home with me and then let's talk about it," logan smiles, though he still looks just as tired as before. "let's figure it out, you and me; germany. let me make this right."

"you idiot," you laugh, tears falling out of your eyes again as you have another outburst. "logan."

"wait, why are you crying?" his voice is soft and laced with shock, hands held out towards your body. "i thought this was what you wanted? did i cross a line? i'm sorry."

"no, i just," you cry, wiping the tears from your face. "god, i just missed you so much. i'm sorry. it's not you."

he's now gotten up from his seat. he's knelt down next to the slide you're sitting in, trying to reach out and touch your arm. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry it took me this long." his thumbs swipe over your cheeks, wiping away your tears. "please don't cry anymore."

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[ilyasorokinn]

sorry , george daniel

note, okay, this is the first time i've written for george. also, i love charli and george. just want to preface by saying that idk why? pair, george daniel x reader summary, george and y/n got into an argument before the show, so as a way of apologizing to him, she surprises him at the show. warnings, argument word count, 1317 words

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The fight you had gotten into wasn't the worst fight you and George had ever had, but you had to fly home because they were still on tour and you had to get home and go back to your life. if you flew home and didn't get to apologize, it would eat you alive for months.

So, you quickly booked a later flight and went to the closest craft store to enact your plan. The only other person who was in on it was Ross because you didn't trust Matty not to tell George. You would've told Adam too but you couldn't find him when you were telling Ross.

Ross got you a ticket and helped you with an easy sign that George would see from the stage (he helped test out the viewability by standing in George's spot on the stage while you stood in various spots around the pit till you found the perfect spot.)

So, a few hours later, you were sitting in the pit with all the fans. A few of them recognized you and you talked with them, making jokes and waiting for the show to start.

"Nice tattoo." You smiled, pointing to the box tattooed on the girl's skin.

"Oh, thanks." She smiled sheepishly, "Do you have one too?" She asked.

"Small one." You turned your arm, showing her the small box on your wrist, "Got it with George, and I swear to God, I almost passed out." You both laughed.

"So, I have to admit, I would've thought you'd be in a box or something." She hesitantly starts.

"Yeah," You sighed, "We sort of got into a fight, so I'm here to make a grand romantic gesture apology."

She smiled, "That's so sweet." Before adding, "And I promise I'm not one of those fans who, like, spread information on the internet."

You chuckled, "Thank you, I appreciate that."

You started to get more and more nervous as time ticked down and it got closer to when the boys were gonna come out. Your phone dinged in your pocket, so you quickly pulled it out and checked to see the message.

g <3 hey hope you landed safe i'm sorry love you ❤️

You read and re-read the message a few times because your heart was melting and you felt like crying a little. You wanted to respond, but you didn't want to ruin the surprise, so you waited.

The boys came out, and while you normally waited backstage, or watched them perform from a special seat, or from the sidelines, nothing ever compared to the energy in the pit.

You waited a couple songs until Matty did his speech just because you didn't want to ruin a song. Once he sounded like the end of his speech, you raised up your sign, which easily grabbed everyone's attention.

"Holy..." Matty stopped speaking, about to go on off on whoever interrupted him, but when he saw who it was, he laughed. He looked back at George, who was squinting to read the sign, "Geez, George." He muttered, shaking his head as the crowd laughed.

He couldn't help but bashfully smile when he finally read it, "Awh, he's blushing." Matty teased. Instead of responding, Geroge flips him off. He smiles at you once more and winks before Matty steps in, "All right, that's enough. We get it, you love each other." He rolled his eyes while you laughed, "Back to me." He stated.

After the show, and after saying goodbye to the new friend you made in the pit, you were led backstage by a security guard to the green room where everyone else was hanging out.

The first person to see you walk in was, to no one's surprise, George, whose head had been on a swivel since they had sent the security guard to get you.

He jumped off the couch and immediately wrapped you in a big hug, one that was so powerful you had to take a few steps back so as to not fall over. He pulled away just far enough that he could get a good look at your face.

"I'm really sorry." You spoke at the same time before smiling when you realized you had said it at the same time.

"Really, I am." You stated.

"I know, I am, too." He leaned down, practically bent in half, so he could lean his forehead on yours, "How about this, we accept each other's apologies and spend the rest of the night together?" He offered.

"Yeah, that sounds good." You hummed, leaning up and kissing him.

"When's your flight?" He asked.

"Tomorrow at 10." He frowned, "I know." You sighed, "But we can enjoy tonight." You offered him a smile.

"Yeah." He nodded, whisking you away to grab a drink. Before making it to the drinks, you bumped into the Ross, who gave you a knowing smile.

“Mission accomplished, Mr. Macdonald.” You gave him a high-five.

“Glad to have been of service, Mrs. Daniel.” He winked when you rolled your eyes.

-

When you woke up the next morning, you really wished you hadn't. You didn't think you had too much to drink, but after 2, someone kept handing you drinks and you kept drinking them. The pounding headache was also a sign that had maybe a little too much to drink.

You glanced over at George, who was so asleep you didn't think a natural disaster would wake him. Sadly, you knew he didn't get good sleep like this while on tour, so you were upset you had to wake him but you also had a plane to catch.

"G." You whispered, placing soft gentle kisses on and around his face, to try and wake him, but to no one's surprise, he didn't wake up. You sighed and sent a quick prayer before standing up on the bed. You took a breath before you started jumping, "Wake up, wake up!" You shouted.

George instantly jolted awake and looked around, alarmed as he tried to calm his racing heart. When he saw you standing above him, an apologetic look on his face, he fell back on the bed and shut his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

"Sorry." You jumped down beside him and kissed his forehead, "I tried to wake you up nicely, but you could sleep through a tornado and I have a plane to catch."

He mumbled something you couldn't quite understand, but you knew he was wide awake now, so you left him to get ready while you got ready yourself.

By the time you were done getting ready and had packed all your stuff away, George had been ready and was waiting for you, watching TV in the other room.

"You ready?" You nodded, rolling your bags towards the door, but George stopped you, grabbing the handles, and leaving your hands free.

"Thank you." You smiled, holding the hotel room door open for him before you walked hand in hand down the hall towards the elevator.

The ride to the airport was quiet and short, too short for either of your likings. George got out first and helped you out then grabbed your bags from the trunk and set them down before turning to you, a pout on his face.

"I'll see you soon." You reminded him, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him close, "So soon."

"I know." He sighed, "Remember, call me when you land."

"I will." You nodded, pulling away so you could kiss him one last time, "Don't cause too much trouble without me."

"I won't." He smiled, pecking your lips one more time, "Get home safe."

"I will." You nodded before detaching yourself from him and grabbing the handles of your bags, "I love you." You told him one last time.

"I love you, too." He smiled, waving to you and watching you walk into the airport.

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[thatspookyagent]

Being a Pro Hero with wings and dating Hawks (GN!Reader) would include...

Warnings: Small mentions of blood and tiny bits of angst

a/n: This will be my second time writing for Hawks cause honestly this man is just SOOO much fun to write. Also I have more headcanon ideas that are based off of having wings (mainly ones that look similar to Hawks) so don’t be afraid to encourage me to write more about that specifically! Also I have yet AGAIN gotten carried away with headcanons so I not only did quite a few headcanons but ALSO wrote up a small drabble at the end of this. This is my very first time doing a little drabble within headcanons so let me know what y'all think about it and my characterization of Hawks. Without further ado, if you liked what you read, remember to reblog it! And while you're at it, check out my other works for anything else that might tickle your fancy! Enjoy!

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I feel like Hawks would react differently based on if your wings are similar to his or very much different

If your wings are similar to his I think he’d fine them pretty intriguing but also comfortable in a homely way due to the fact that they remind him of his own and he’s very proud of his own wings and what they can do and have accomplished

He likes to tug or brush his fingers lightly against the very tip of your wings as an affectionate gesture

Definitely loves to touch both of y’all’s wing tips together like y’all are fist bumping

But in all seriousness he absolutely shows the most physical affection through touching your wings or touching/brushing his against yours

If you’re the one to mainly initiate said wing caressing then he would love that form of affection even more than he did before

Some of his favorite positions to snuggle in are where your wings and his are touching or lying on top of one anothers

Loves the friction that the wings will make when they rub against each other

If your wings are quite soft, it’ll feel even better, and maybe even ticklish at times

His two favorite snuggling positions are when you lay on top of him, with your arms around his back and vice versa, meanwhile your wings and his also hug one another intimately

The other favorite position is whenever the two of you spoon, your wings act as little blankets to lay softly on top of whoever’s the little spoon

They actually work to create some level of warmth when it gets a bit chilly outside or inside

He likes to be a bit of a playful ass at times by rubbing his wings against fabrics and then touching them against your skin, causing one of those shocks that you get from touching a car door handle

One of your favorite bonding activities to do with Hawks is to help preen his feathers and then have him preen yours

I personally headcanon that Hawks does have to do SOME type of maintenance to his feathers especially after a particularly tough battle since the feathers can collect all kinds of dirt, sweat, and debris

And once they come back to Hawks after being sent out by him to do various tasks, they can feel a little awkward and grainy cause they’re dirty themselves

Not to mention they can get burned, burned, sticky, etc, so they’re not immune to the elements or being roughed up or out of alignment in general

So the two of you will have wing cleaning days were it’s literally just you and him sitting on top of a tarp that’s on the floor and just picking the grime out of each others feathers

It’s extremely therapeutic and calming especially with some music going in the background or y’all’s mutual comfort shows playing on the TV off to the side of you

A times you him and talk but y’all two get into so much that it’s one of the only times in your relationship with Keigo were he’s dead silent but not because something is wrong or bothering him

If you’re new to having someone else clean your wings for you, Hawks is arguably the best pro hero in that department and man to be handling your feathers

He’ll always be careful and cautious when cleaning your wings, and even more so if he finds any injured ones (blood feathers)

Knows just how to deal with blood feathers and will pluck them just right while also applying sufficient first aid to them, all the while making sure that his care causes minimal bleeding for your wings

Hawks will also teach you how to deal with blood feathers on your own as well but he won’t protest if you overall prefer that he take care of them when you find any

Whenever it’s your turn to preen his feathers, Hawks likes to hum softly while you do so, and even goes as far as to lay on his back and sometimes with his head in your lap

Will not be upset with you or hold a grudge against you if you accidentally injury him or have to do so because you’re trying to treat a particularly nasty injury on him

At the end of every cleaning he likes to spray some light perfume onto both your wings and his, like dog groomers do after they’ve just gotten done grooming a dog’s fur sksks

Another one of his favorite past times with you is when the both of you take turns stroking and petting each others wings while watching TV, listening to music, reading, etc

If you’re wings are vibrant colors, he’ll admire them even more and really enjoy seeing them while in broad daylight because he gets to see how the sun reflects and bounces off the myriad of colors on them

His first action whenever the both of you wake up in the morning is to kiss the shoulders of your wings and spread them out ever so slightly to admire them yet again

That’s basically his version of saying good morning which you’ve learned to do to him usually whenever you wake up first before him

Loves waking up with his face in your wings and for that to be the first thing that he sees every morning and last thing that he sees before going to sleep

Likes to “hold wings” with you whenever the two of you are out and about in public and will gladly also hold hands with you on top of that

Hawks also likes to do things that make not only your body react but your wings as well

Will absentmindedly play with them whenever he’s bored especially at home cause he’s not really used to having someone else whose wings he can mess with

Does things like stretching them out and then folding them back in again, which can actually be kinda of relaxing on the muscles especially if you’re sore from a recent fight with an adversary

Speaking of fighting, both you and Hawks gained the team duo name “Birds of a Feather” from the citizens that you and him have saved and y’all are hands down the hottest (literally and figuratively) Pro Hero duo to date

You’ve learned to synchronize both your speed and flying abilities with Keigo’s and both citizens and heroes alike get a kick out of watching the both of y’all fly around together

You ever seen videos of birds “becoming official” or mating by flying together in intricate dances, yeah that’s you and Hawks

Though overall Hawks would rather you not fight and stay safe off to the sidelines instead, despite that he knows that would be insulting your potential and your strength if he brought it up so he fights the hardest whenever you’re around to make sure that never happens

You can tell that he does it as well and it makes you push yourself even harder to protect him, though you both know that you’re not perfect, and stuff happens

If you do get hurt, he’ll fight to the death to get your somewhere safe, and to receive proper medical assistance

Will always shield you with his wings while you’re down, even if he doesn’t have a single feather left to fight or defend you with

If he gets hurt, you will come out wings swinging to ensure that man makes it out alive, even if you don’t

He hates the very thought of you doing something sacrificial stuff like that but he could never blame you because he operates and thinks the same exact way and would be a stone faced hypocrite to get onto your back about something like that

Now that we’ve talking a bit about flying, another favorite bonding activity of yours to do with Hawks is to just flying around the city, with him right next to you

Doesn’t have to be to any particular place, y’all just fly together, hands holding, and talking about whatever

Can be about other Pro Heroes, what’s being happening in the world lately, or about the silliest of things

As long as y’all have the city to look down on, the many lights brightening up both of your faces, as the two of you cruise through the skies calmly

In fact your very first date with him was just like that and you hold it very close to your heart which Keigo does as well

He enjoys doing little tricks and twirls with you and showing you new styles and positions of flight

If you show him a thing or two that he doesn’t know himself or isn’t able to do, he’ll be greatly impressed with your flying capabilities

He’s incredibly internally grateful to have someone around that’s so much like him in many ways but also different at the same time

Most folks would think that Hawks would be pretty arrogant about having someone around who’s like him and even view them as competition to take out of the picture

But in truth, he’s quite lonely...

He’s flown too many nights alone, taken care of his wings solo too many times, and had nobody to bond with in terms of being avian like until you came long

He yearned to not be the only one like himself which he knew that he wasn't, considering just how many people with quirks are out there on a global scale

But damn if he couldn’t help but feel like he truly was the only one like him, which in a world were quirks are in abundance, must mean that the loneliness was just that heavy enough to weigh on him like that

From time to time he expresses that feeling to you but only in passing or in minor ways

He tries his best not to show it with his actions and reactions and how excited he’ll get about doing anything that involves your wings

Hawks doesn’t expect you to take it too seriously, to really read into that much, and especially not to take it to heart

However when one day you bring it up before going to bed, that you do in fact think seriously about what he’s said, and that you’ve not only thought about it deeply in your spare time, but can even personally relate to it

This man is high key dumbfounded and for a rare moment, at a loss for words

There’s no quirky, laid back comment to make about that one, he instead genuinely and deeply processes what you’ve confessed to him in that very moment

Hawks moved one of his wings forward and then proceeded to arch it outwards slightly so that the very tip of his wing stuck out a bit. Selecting a feather near the end of the row, he softly pulled on it, plucking it from its place.

You watched intently, wondering just what your boyfriend had in mind, as he took a moment to examine the feather that he just pulled.

“Here. Have it. Little souvenir for the road.”

While the bird-like man extended his feather towards you, you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was more serious than he was letting on. Usually his voice had an aloofness to it. It was often detached and unconcerned. Mostly slow with words, dragging them out a bit at end of each of his sentences but this time it had sincerity, a bit of hardness, but also concern etched into it.

You huffed with laughter slightly as you took the wing from his hand. The back of the red winged Pro Heroes hand being soft, warm, and inviting as per usual. However just as quickly as you took the singular feather from Hawks, you placed it down onto the plush bed sheets that crinkled under the weight of your elbow propping you up.

You moved one of your own wings forward, braced yourself, and then winced from the sharp pain of you snatching a single feather from its secure and comfortable shaft. You wiped off a bead of blood that stuck to it and then held it out for Hawks to take.

“I outright refuse to be the only one in this relationship with a new key chain bauble, Keigo.”

You earned a couple of laughs from Takami, which you always aimed to do whenever you were in his presence. He carefully took the feather from your hand, making sure to caress it lightly before doing so. He placed it on his side of the bed, right next to his own that he just gave to you, and let out a brief sigh of relief.

“Just wanted to be able to know where you are at all times, yanno? Or at least have something to remind you of me whenever we’re apart. Not that you could ever forget a face as handsome as mine of course, but the thought is what counts right?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, this man. But you knew very well that under the facade of jokes and banter, there was an individual who yearned to not be alone and to have a long term and committed relationship. Someone who couldn’t bare the thought of losing you in any capacity.

He distanced, defended, and protected himself with humor due to his occupation, and you didn’t seek to change that about him, only to walk pathways that lessened that hurt inside of him.

“Wouldn’t have it any way Keigo. You know that.”

Hawks smiled softly while bringing you closer to his chest, the two feathers staying exactly where they were. Right in between the two people who were now bonded even more so through the very features that were at the core of their quirks, lives, and love.

[yanderes-galore]

I'd like to request a romantic concept for Wendy Testaburger if that's okay!

Sure! I'd love to :) Aged up as usual. Takes place after high school but before post covid.

Yandere! Wendy Testaburger Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Violence, Jealousy, Stalking, Threats, Dubious affection, Dubious relationship, Kidnapping, Rebounding relationship, Possessive behavior, Secret picture taking.

I feel Wendy already borders on yandere territory in the show at times.

Wendy is Manipulative, Easily jealous, Caring, Possessive and Obsessive.

She's popular and friendly.

She's also caring and nice for the most part.

But when she's jealous?

Wendy's capable of making someone's life hell.

She doesn't even need to get blood on her hands.

In fact Wendy feels a bit too nice for murder.

Beating others up if she's angry enough, however, does seem up her alley.

Wendy has a lot of contacts.

After high school she still keeps in contact with a lot of her friends.

She could chat someone up to help her get her obsession.

After all... she's just a nice girl in love, right?

Wendy may do some stalking herself but also gets others to do it.

She also keeps pictures of you in a journal that she decorates and hides away from view.

Wendy would manipulate her darling heavily.

She quickly befriends you and tries her best to be your closest friend.

At times it feels like she's trying too hard.

Wendy invites you to all of her outings.

Shopping, parties, anything and everything she goes to with the girls she invites you too.

To her friends there is no doubt she has a crush on you.

It's not like she hides it around them.

Those who know Wendy can tell that every word out of her mouth towards you is an attempt to win you over.

She's slowly trying to ease you into the idea of falling in love with her.

She buys you gifts that go with your outfit... she compliments you excessively... Wendy is really trying to worm her way into your mind and heart.

Wendy gets easily jealous.

She takes nearly anything as an attempt to take you away from her.

Chatting with friends?

Wendy's observing like a hawk.

You were given a gift from someone?

Wendy breaks it behind your back and hunts down who sent it.

It can be the slightest interaction, a simple 'Hi'...

It sets Wendy on a tirade.

Wendy may be clingy towards you when she's crushing on you.

Similar to Stan, after Stan & Wendy broke up she may be in a rebound.

Which makes her obsession worse.

If Wendy felt like someone else was competing for your attention she borders on feral.

She threatens them and if that doesn't work... she has other things planned.

She may just jump whoever caused her jealousy with her group of girls.

She's merciful and will let them live... but it's certainly a lesson to them to stay away.

They'd be an idiot if they stayed friends with you.

Despite the disturbing behavior she expresses towards others, she's caring towards you.

She may also be someone who enjoys PDA.

She's always holding your hand, rubbing your hand with her thumb while she walks with you.

She also adores hugs and kisses on the cheek/lips.

It's nice to not be vomited on, honestly....

She feels the way she gives affection will serve as a message to any other girl or boy that you and her deserve to be together.

Honestly... Stan begins to feel concerned for you if you know him.

Wendy was always possessive...

But this is a bit too far!

Wendy probably wouldn't kidnap you.

Yet if she did... she does it with help.

Late at night or on the way home from work... some of Wendy's friends swarm you and knock you out.

If you are in a relationship or not doesn't matter when she kidnaps you.

She just feels happy that she has you alone.

If she abducted you she is sure your room is comfortable.

Wendy also has a tendency to baby you with teasing when you're alone.

She's overbearingly caring due to her having a motherly instinct towards her darling.

What she does for you may be different from how everyone else sees her...

But she could care less if it means she keeps the one she loves to herself... where no one will take you away from her even if they tried... like they did Stan.

[j-onepostzz]

-The other woman-

reader x idol!bangchan

summary: you think you're not the right girlfriend for bang chan and all your insecurities lead to both of you breaking up. after a few years you are invited at bang chan's wedding as a guest.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | FINAL CHAPTER

BEFORE YOU READ: this chapter will include both text messages and writing. also support by rebloging and sharing, it means a lot to me <3. now please enjoy!

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after you hugged the bride, jisung came after you. the reason? you didnt know, and really didnt care at that moment. all you needed was to go home and cry till you fall asleep.

"y/n, please wait. i want to talk to you, i need to talk to you."

"jiji, please... i dont have the energy to have a conversation right now, text me later, you have my number"

"okay... please go home safely."

"i will jiji"

then you walked away, leaving a melting han jisung behind you. he loved the way you called him jiji, a nickname only you use it. the nickname that always makes his heart drop to his stomach. he deeply loved you, but you were too blinded to see...to blinded by chan, it made jisung sad to see you and his best friend like that. he prayed for you to give him a chance... just one.

as you arrived home, drained out, you heard a notification coming from your phone.

1 new notification: han jiji🐿 sent a new message

he was too sweet for his own. too sweet for this world full of heart breaking feelings. too good for anyone. whoever will take him, will be the happiest person this world will ever have. having a man like jisung as a boyfriend, is way too good.

you and jisung were really close. with just an eye contact, you could understand him the best. its the same with felix too, but jisung was another case. he was your other half, even bang chan couldnt understand how you and jisungs chemistry was "made for eachother." did it made chan jealous? absolutely not, because jisung is like a brother to him.

you werent that close anymore since the day you became chans girlfriend. jisung acted all happy, you were happy. you were smiling, so he was smiling too. he loved you too much and everyone knew it, excep chan, and you. you grew distant, it was you who initiated the distance. you loved chan so much. but hell you needed jisung when you broke up with chan.

you would reread the chat you had with jisung many times, to remember what best friends you two were. all the beautiful moments you spent with him and the boys. but that was all 6 years ago. no power would send you 6 years back to relive the moments.

you decided to get undressed and take a shower. maybe it was a good idea to have jisung over tomorrow, to spend some time with him. you deeply missed him, and there was no single thing to deny that. you felt a small rush of exitement in your body as you were thinking of spending time with your long best friend jisung.

there wont happen anything bad, right?

[yourlocalgayelias]

"You like me?"

Doppio Dropscythe x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff/Angst

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Masterlist

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"Mr Dropscythe how many times do I have to tell you not to be late?" The teacher asked annoyed

"Teacher please dont let him be in trouble." You asked. Why defend Doppio in particular? I mean you were generally a quiet person, keeping to yourself was your thing. Honestly you had no idea.

"Ms (L/N) why shouldn't I? Do you even know why he came in late?"

"No I don't but he's not a bad guy so he's probably not doing it on purpose!" You still had no idea why you were defending him. You and Doppio had only spoken once.

Admittedly, you had dropped your stuff infront of him and he helped you. So he was just being a nice person it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

Doppio agreed with you for whatever reason. The teacher sighed and doppio went to his seat.

After class had ended you grabbed your things and started walking out of the institution before someone grabbed your wrist. Of course your first reaction was to turn around and punch whoever grab you, you acted on it.

Though that punched was blocked you checked to see who it was. It was doppio.

"Hey sorry for scaring you like that I just wanted to ask you something." Doppio said. He sounded genuine so you nodded for him to go on. "Why did you defend me when I came in?"

"Oh that....I honestly don't know why I did. I guess I thought it was unfair since your a good person. You also only came in like a minute late." You said fiddling eity

"Oh okay." Doppio said a slight hint of disappointment in his voice. "Well if you need me I'll be around."

That's when stuff started to change. He would walk you to class of a morning, message you in his free time, brings you food for lunch, etc. You didn't know why but you started falling in love.

Also with this came backlash from classmates. Though you didn't tell Doppio, it was getting worse by the day. It started out with threats and hate messages sent to you but now it's at the point they have gotten physical to say the least.

One day,

A group of girls pushed you towards your locker. You had dropped your books and was just trying to get them. Once you bent down to get them, they kicked you so you'd fall down and from there they were kicking you in your side, legs, chest, face, etc. "And this is why you should leave Pio-chan alone. He doesn't care for you just takes pity." As these girls kept on someone saw what was going on that cared.

It was Ver. He came over attempting to break it up and he did but you had passed out at this point. He picked you up and took you to the infirmary.

When you had woken up Ver was by your side but Doppio had just walked in. "YOU'RE OKAY!" Doppio basically yelled hugging you.

You winched due to the pain but hugged him back. "Yeah I am. Where are the one girls?" You asked being worried they might come back to hurt you even more.

"Don't worry about them, Doppio took care of them and I'll deal with them even further. Speaking of which I'll leave you and Pio alone so I can get paperwork filled out." Ver explain before leaving the infirmary.

Doppio had backed up a bit in order to not hurt you worse. "Why didn't you say anything? I could've helped."

"I didn't want you involved."

"I could've had prevented this whole thing."

"But I didn't want you involved that's the point what if they started their shit on you?!"

"Y/N I can deal with it, I'm the Duke of displine. My job is to deal with these things."

"I can't see you getting hurt though."

"Why not?"

"Because I like you Pio." You said looking up in tears.

He wiped your tears. "You like me?" He asked making sure he heard you right.

"Yeah I do Pio. Its okay if you don't like me back." You heard him start laughing and looked at him confused.

He looked into your eyes and rubbed your cheek. "Im so happy to hear cause I like you too. You have been nothing but amazing and sweet. So I want you to be mine. I can protect you better." He said as he gave you a kiss on your cheek after a small nod came from you.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member has to go on a hiatus

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys lol! Sry for taking so long to post but the end of the semester is a whole event for me :D I hope that my friend ECKEYYY that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: so this request super random, I was listening to this song (Promise by TWICE) and what if Reader went to hiatus due to mental health during Ready To Be era. Because Reader just only 17 year old so the members and fans don't know when will Reader coming back and what if Reader surprised them during their last concert in America. I just need you to make me crying xx

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The dimly lit dressing room was filled with bittersweet anticipation as the members of TWICE prepared for their last concert in America during the Ready To Be era. Their energy was a mix of excitement and sadness, as they knew it marked the end of a chapter in their journey as a group. However, one lingering question weighed heavily on their hearts, when would Y/N, their beloved 10th member and youngest, return from her unexpected hiatus?

It had been several months since the maknae had taken a break from the group due to her struggles with mental health. At just 17 years old, the pressure of their rigorous schedule had taken a toll on her, and the decision to go on hiatus had not been an easy one. The members understood and respected her need for time and space, but the uncertainty of her return left an ache in their hearts. As they gathered for a group hug before heading out on stage, they couldn't help but wonder if they would ever perform together as nine again. They had missed their angel dearly during their tour, and her absence was a constant reminder of the importance of mental health care. In the audience, the fans were also anxious and hopeful. Their love for Y/N was unconditional, and they yearned for her to come back stronger than ever. Signs and banners expressing their support for the young idol were held high, forming a sea of love and encouragement.

As TWICE's concert began, the energy of the crowd was electrifying. The members poured their hearts into each performance, their love for their fans evident in every move they made. The vibrant atmosphere warmed the room, yet a small void remained, the absence of TWICE's honey, the missing piece of the puzzle. Backstage, the other members took turns checking their phones, hoping for any news from their girl. Yet, there was still no sign of her. The uncertainty weighed heavily on their minds, but they knew that pressuring her to return before she was ready would do more harm than good. In the midst of the concert, as the members sang their hearts out, a familiar voice echoed through the hall, but it was not on stage, it came from a video message displayed on the giant screen behind them.

Y/N - Hello, ONCE! I hope you're all enjoying the concert. 

As Y/N spoke with her voice filled with sincerity, the crowd erupted into cheers and tears welled up in the members' eyes as they turned to see the video message.

Y/N - I miss you all so much, and I'm sorry I couldn't be there in person. But I promise, I'm getting better each day. 

The audience fell silent, hanging onto every word as the girl shared her struggles and her journey toward healing. Her vulnerability touched the hearts of everyone present, as they realized the toll the industry could take on young artists.

Y/N - I want to thank all the ONCEs for your endless support and love. It means the world to me, and I promise to come back stronger than ever.

As the video ended, the crowd erupted into cheers once more, chanting the youngest's name. The remaining members embraced each other, tears streaming down their faces. The weight of uncertainty had been lifted, replaced by hope and determination. The concert continued with a renewed energy, each song now carrying an even more profound meaning. The audience sang louder and danced with more vigour, and the members performed with all their hearts, knowing that TWICE's angel was watching and cheering them on. However, as the concert reached its climax, the stage fell dark for a moment, causing the crowd to fall silent. The members exchanged worried glances, unsure of what was happening. Then, a spotlight illuminated the centre stage, revealing Y/N standing there, a smile stretching across her face.

Gasps and tears filled the arena as the members rushed to Y/N, embracing her tightly. The crowd erupted into cheers, and the maknae's eyes glistened with tears of joy.

Y/N - I'm back loves!

The members and fans surrounded her with love and warmth, expressing their joy and relief at her return. Her journey had not been easy, but it was evident that she had emerged stronger and more resilient than before. For the rest of the concert, the stage belonged to all nine members once again. Their bond was unbreakable, and the love they shared was palpable. Every moment was filled with happiness, and the fans' unwavering support made it all the more special. As the final notes of their last song resonated through the venue, the members held hands, forming a tight circle. Tears streamed down their faces, but they were tears of gratitude and love. As the leader, Jihyo was the one to give a speech. 

Jihyo - Together, we are TWICE, and together, we will face whatever the future holds.

The girls nodded in unison, their hearts overflowing with love for each other and their fans. The concert was not just an end, it marked a new beginning, a promise that they would continue to support and care for one another, no matter what challenges lay ahead. As the lights dimmed, and the members took their final bow, they felt a renewed sense of purpose. The journey of TWICE and Y/N was far from over, but they knew that with the love and support of their fans and each other, they could face anything that came their way. With that, the girls looked around and could only have one thought:

We are proud of our chosen family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[artintimages]

HYPNOSIS II

Paul sent a text message to Sophie and Joseph late on Friday afternoon, saying he was driving nearby and would like to see them as he had a quick matter to attend to. Although they were surprised by their recent friend's contact, they did not hesitate to welcome him. Paul, however, would not stay long on this visit. When he was welcomed outside the house by a couple of friends, he already had the hypnotic coin in his hand. Before they even greeted each other, Paul snapped his fingers, and put Joseph and Sophie into a trance. Then Paul gave instructions:

"Sophie, you will spend the weekend with me, we will go to a mountain cabin, and a friend of mine who is curious to meet you will go with us. Go to your closet and separate only the naughty, short and tight clothes, and that expose your incredible breasts. Also take your most indecent shirts. Don't take any bra, just the smallest panties for the trip there, very short and tight jeans, and a loose white blouse, so I can go. smoothing your breasts on the way. By the way, Joseph, after we leave, you're going to take all of Sophie's bras and throw them in the fireplace, because we won't need them anymore. so there's no need Sophie will leave her cell phone here with you. If someone sends you a message, you respond as if it were her, saying that you'll get in touch later.

Don't worry about my friend, because if I allow him to have sex with her, they will be protected. We can't take the risk that another man besides me will get her pregnant. As the concern is only with the pregnancy, she can make him cum in her mouth, since she likes it so much. Anyway, that's it. I will leave this hypnotic coin with you, and if you are confused at any point, you look at it, and your trance will return to normal."

Then, Sophie emerges from inside the house with a small suitcase of clothes, wearing tiny denim shorts and a very low-cut white blouse that barely covered her nipples, and high-heeled sandals.

"Oh, God! You´re looking like a fucking whore, Sophie! I loved your outfit!!! Look at those boobs popping out of the cleavage, showing part of the nipples! My goodness!!" said Paul.

And completed: "Congratulations, Joseph, your wife is truly a beautiful slut. But now we have to improve that, and we will turn her into a cum slut, my cum slut, and in the future you may have benefit from this. But in this transformation, she won't be able to drink your poor husband cum, that doesn’t satisfy her anymore, but only mine and whoever else I want. Swallowing husband's cum only makes her a naughty wife, but that's what she already is. So for now, this trance will make her feel disgusted by your cum, but very pleased by other men's cum, especially mine. Don't worry because I'll take her out of this trance later too, maybe."

And Joseph replied, "Okay, Paul, no problem. If our goal is to turn Sophie into your cum slut, I don't see a problem with that."

And Paul added: "Well done, Joseph, you are a very understanding husband, congratulations."

"Let's go, I want to get there in time to take a shower together and then we'll have a long night of wild sex."

"Yes, Paul, let´s go! I´m anxious! ." Sophie replied, still a bit catatonic.

Then Sophie said goodbye to Joseph and said, "Joseph, don't forget to burn all my bras like Paul ordered, okay? Love you!"

And then they set off down the path to the summer cabin. On the way, Sophie sucked Paul's dick while he was driving and before they arrived, he had already cum in that soft, warm mouth, filling it up with his fresh slimy cum.

As soon as they arrived at the cabin, Paul's friend Carl was already there and met them at the door. Paul introduced Sophie to him. He greeted her, hugging that stunning body barely covered by that revealing outfit, taking the opportunity to check out her curves with his hands. So Paul said:

“Well, I'm going straight to the shower and put on my pajamas. Sophie stays here with Carl, and suck his dick, and then you get to know each other better. Take off that blouse already, Sophie, you won't need blouses while you're here with us. Your beautiful breasts should be on display, there is no reason to hide them.”

Paul left and went to the bathroom.

Carl sat on the sofa and Sophie got rid of her blouse and also her denim micro shorts, keeping only her tiny panties, a tiny piece of cloth that covers almos nothing. She went to the sofa and put his hands on Carl's pants, who raised his arms and crossed them behind his head.

Sophie opened his pants and took his dick out, and it was already very hard. Before starting to suck, however, she brought his breast to new friend's mouth and let him kiss and suck her nipples. Then she lowered her head and gave Carl the best suck he had ever got in his life, putting his balls in his mouth while handling the hard phallus and then taking it all in and sucking gently, gradually increasing the speed, making Carl moan with joy. horny with the caresses of that soft mouth.

"Oh, fuck!!!! This is really a blowjob for a king!!! Your mouth is so soft and warm, and you suck as a goddess!"

Sophie answeder: "Yes, Carl, I´m Paul´s cum slut, and I love to suck a cock like yours, huge, hard and tasty!"

Carl couldn't hold out for long and then exploded into an intense orgasm, ejaculating copious jets of sperm into Sophie's mouth, who couldn't swallow it all, and let some drip down her chin, neck and breasts. Then she smiled at Carl, got up and went to meet Paul, who was taking a shower.

As she approached, Paul saw Sophie with her face, neck and breasts covered with cum and said: “How beautiful you look, Sophie. You really are a stunning woman and it's a waste to be just one man´s. You deserve to be worshiped by multiple men and your reward will always be lots of cum, like this. Get in the shower with me, to wash yourself, because I'm so horny and we´re next going to bad for an incredible sex session. I wanna cum inside you, and also all over you.”

And Sophie replied: “Yes, dear Paul. I am your cum slut, you must impregnate me and cover me with your cum, so I will be a better wife for my husband.”

“That’s right, Sophie. This will all awaken unimaginable excitement in both of you. It will be something extraordinary!”

After the shower, they went to bed. Sophie lay down on her stomach, and Paul by her side. He admired her stunning nude body, and caresses her with the tips of his fingers, all over, softly, while she rested for a while.

Then Paul said:

“Sophie, you’re such a incredible woman, with a stunning face and body. Your boobs and ass are real masterpieces. How did you get married to a bureaucrat? You were worthy of a big, virile man who could take you vigorously, day after day, and display you in all your exuberance like a trophy. You deserved to live in a sumptuous mansion, like mine, and not in a semi-detached house in the suburbs.”

And Sophie answered: “I was in love, Paul. Joseph is a good man and husband”.

“Love, love, love!! Then, love is what made it with you… Ok. At least you found me, Sophie. I will be personally committed to ensuring that you enjoy what this perfect body deserves, that is feeling much pleasure and, of course, to give back much more pleasure to men than you have been doing."

And Sophie asked: “And then I’ll be a better wife to Joseph?”

“Sophie, my darlig, of course you’ll be a better wife, as you evolve as a woman. Joseph will be so grateful to me, at the end of this process. And also to you”.

“Paul, why Carl is here with us”.

“Carl is here to help us, Sophie. Let me explain… Carl is a handsome guy with intense sexual appetite. As my goal is to transform you into a sex goddess, it is essential that, at this stage, you already have experience with other men, and Carl is just perfect for that. You won't just be my cum slut and personal whore. I want you to be sex goddess, a woman that men look at and desire to fuck. A woman who is not afraid to expose herself, and who wears clothes with the intention of attracting attention and making men and women want to possess you. And Carl was so kind to come and help us. Tomorrow you can have a lot of fun with him and don’t forget to thank him for his generosity.”

“Oh, I undestand! He was really kind in helping us, so!”

"Sophie, we´ve rested enough. Let me lick this stunning body now!"

"I´m all yours, Paul. My body is yours. I´m your personal fuck toy and cum slut. Do whatever you want and so I´ll be a better woman!"

[afairytalestray]

Day 21 of Cats-pril by @storyweaverofgondor - songs! This one was inspired by one of my favourite pieces of art by @soh-da-meatball - thank you for letting me use it as inspiration!)

Also on Ao3 here.

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Tugger barely contained a snarl as there was a chap at the door for the third time that day. What part of ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ did these Cats not understand? His handwriting, granted, was not spectacularly neat, but surely with the big red letters, the message was clear? Apparently not. 

He had been trying to work on this new song all day. Although he was a professional musician, he really didn’t enjoy working in the studio. Too many nosey Cats loitering about, and there was always the very real chance of getting dragged into a conversation with some dull executive type. Tugger shuddered at the thought. No, it was much better to finalise as much as he could at home, and then just come here to record. Tragically however, a building site had set itself up next door, and any peace to be had at home was now shattered by constant drilling and hammering. So here he was in the studio, at the mercy of constant interruptions.

This song he was working on was already causing him no end of problems – no matter what he tweaked, how he edited, it just wasn’t coming out the way he wanted it to. Being interrupted once, perhaps, he could’ve let go – after all, it wasn’t the piano tuner’s fault he had been sent to the wrong room. He had taken a while to get back into the zone, but had managed, and had been trying out a new chord progression when there was another rap on the door. That time he had been pissed. The Cat at the door had been hissing about some meeting he was late for, and utterly adamant that Tugger was in the wrong place and he was in the right one. Shockingly, he had been wrong, and had stomped off in a temper tantrum. Tugger was also left in a foul mood, except now his throat hurt from their snarled argument, and he had forgotten his water bottle.

He decided to give the song one more crack before giving up the day as a bad job. Once again, he had just managed to get his head back into it when the door rattled YET AGAIN. He had officially had it. Whoever was on the other side of that door would be getting thoroughly chewed out!

He yanked the door open full force, so roughly that the hinges squeaked in protest, but then his anger evaporated on the spot. He let out a little yelp of happiness and engulfed his boyfriend in a bear hug.

“Rough day?” Misto asked, amusement in his voice. He stepped back from Tugger slightly. It didn’t look like he had dance today, he was dressed casually in jeans, with Tugger’s old letterman jacket thrown across his shoulders. It was a very pleasing sight.

“Babe, you have no idea,” Tugger groaned, kicking the door closed behind them. He slumped back onto his chair and pulled Misto into his lap. “Working here sucks so bad! I’ve been interrupted twice, and the second guy was a right prick, going on about how important he was, how urgent his meeting was… mate, if it was that important you’d have checked your email better!”

Misto hummed in sympathy, reaching up to fix Tugger’s hair. The gentle scratch of his claws was unexpectedly soothing.

“My apologies for the intrusion.” He flicked Tugger’s forehead with his tail. “I’ve never seen a door be opened so aggressively, I presume that’s why?”

“Sorry, baby, I wouldn’t shout at you,” Tugger mumbled, dropping his head onto Misto’s shoulder. He already was feeling a bit better – Misto always had that effect on him.

“I know,” Misto said, his paws continuing their relaxing ministrations. Tugger felt some of the tension begin to fade. “I know you don’t like working here, hopefully the builders will finish soon.”

“Yeah, hopefully.”

“Is this song still giving you grief as well?”

“Yeah. I dunno what’s wrong, I just can’t get it!”

“You will, darling. Oh, this might help, you forgot it.” He reached for his backpack which had been dumped unceremoniously on the floor, and whipped out Tugger’s water bottle.

“Aw babe, you’re a hero,” Tugger gasped, reaching over to take it.

“I added some honey and lemon, I know you like that when you’ve been singing.”

Tugger let out a happy moan.

“Make that a superhero, I love you.” He took a large chug from the water bottle, letting the mixture soothe his throat.

“The Rumpus Cat has nothing on honey lemon water,” Misto laughed. Tugger pulled him into another tight hug. Everlasting, he adored this beautiful, thoughtful Cat. “I know you don’t like sharing your stuff before it’s finished, but if you want a fresh pair of ears, I can provide.”

“If you’ve got time?” Tugger mumbled. He usually didn’t like anyone to hear his music before he was happy with it, but he trusted Misto completely. He himself was much the same, and didn’t let anyone see his dancing before he had perfected it. Unless he was really stuck, like Tugger was now.

“Of course, practice was cancelled today. And since you hate working here, I was hoping to convince you to skive off early and hang out with me anyway.”

“Like I need convincing!” Tugger whooped, grabbing his headphones off the desk. “One or two listens, then I get to spoil you in some way!”

“Deal,” Misto laughed, slipping the headphones over his ears and indicating Tugger to hit play. A little smile formed on his face and he leaned into Tugger as the music started. Tugger watched him contentedly. Suddenly, the song didn’t seem so bad.

[captainstressed]

first fic in getting on for a year and i gotta say im pretty stoked about it!

Fandom: Criminal Minds (Evolution) Word count: 2,399 Pairing: Garvez (Alvez x Garcia) Genre: Hurt/comfort fix it of sorts for the most recent episode 16x06 True Conviction

general spoiler warning for the episode. note: tyler green doesn't exist in the universe of this fic

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Endgame.

Staying behind whilst her team, her family, went out to face the big bad never got easier. It had been one of the many reasons why she had made the decision to leave the BAU. Penelope would never not worry about her loved ones, but having a front row seat to almost every life threatening situation they encountered had taken its toll on her over the years.

She and Luke had what some might call a complicated relationship. Complicated wasn’t necessarily a word that he would use and relationship wasn’t what Penelope herself would necessarily call whatever they were but alas. They had been on one date, it had been shortly after she left the FBI and it had never gone anywhere. Who’s fault had that been? Nobodies. It had been a mutual decision that they worked better as friends.

Truth be told, a truth Penelope had kept to herself, was that she wanted nothing more than to be more than friends with Luke Alvez, had wanted such long before their singular date.

But.

There was always a but.

It was one thing to deal with the fear that came with knowing those she cared about were in danger, she couldn’t begin to imagine the pain in her heart if one of those people were her person.

So that had been that. Penelope had spent the three years since leaving; healing, creating and making a difference in a way that didn’t require her to come face to face with death and violence on a daily basis.

Something that hadn’t changed however, more so had been locked away for the sake of her heart and sanity, were her feelings for Luke. They withstood the test of time, despite her own deniability. She had been able to convince herself that these feelings were no different from those she shared for the others like JJ and Emily, this was until the explosion.

—

Her heart dropped at the mention of a bomb and when the feed on both Luke and JJ’s body cam’s dropped, static filling the screens, Penelope might have forgotten how to breathe for a moment or two.

Everyone fell into action but Penelope found herself frozen in place for what felt like an eternity yet couldn’t have been more than a handful of seconds. She was overcome with fear, not only at the prospect of potentially losing two of the most important people in her life, but also that she would lose one of said people without having ever been truly honest with him, or herself.

There wasn’t time for whatever epiphany slash freak out her mind was steering her towards, she could and would deal with her complicated feelings when both of her friends were back safe and preferably in her arms.

—

Both JJ and Luke were fine, the blast had left them bruised but otherwise no worse for wear. They were fine. Luke was fine. So why was Penelope’s mind still racing a mile a minute? What if scenarios plaguing her like a waking nightmare.

She had busied herself until the moment Emily had messaged to let her know they were back, her heart aching with relief as well as the lingering fear of what could have been. Pulling them both into a tight albeit brief hug, she sent thanks to whoever or whatever had been looking out for them. Tears she had failed to keep at bay since the blast threatened to fall once more, but there was still so much work to be done and she knew that, so she let them go. There would be time for a real reunion later, they were okay and that was all that mattered.

Penelope fled to her office after that, determined to distract herself with the case and other not so niceties she had not too long ago thought she had put behind her. She still wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about being back, even though she wasn’t technically officially back. Leaving the BAU had been such a big step and ultimately had changed her for the better, but she still missed it sometimes and couldn’t deny that being back kind of felt like coming home.

—

The team filtered in and out of her office throughout the day with case related queries, but she hadn’t seen Luke. They were all busy trying to track down this Sicarius and truth be told she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready to see him. It was easier to put on a front when around the others, to welcome him back with a light quip when all she really wanted was for him to hold her and never let her go.

Penelope had managed to shuffle her worries for Luke from the forefront of her mind (now second only to searching for Sicarius but it was progress), she was also on god only knows what number coffee of the day so at least when the others commented on her trembling hands she could blame it on the caffeine.

She spun in her chair at the same moment the door opened, empty mug in hand and intent on getting another coffee.

Luke.

That weird feeling she had been trying to ignore stirred in the pit of her stomach once more, she knew he was still around (and by all gods was she glad he was still around) but she hadn’t had time to process nearly losing him and there was work to do, which is why she hadn’t left her cave aside from quick dashes to the coffee machine.

She was staring, something she realised too late. Luke had his usual boyish smile which tilted into a faint smirk as he ventured further into her space.

“Everything alright?”

His tone was light and slightly amused and Penelope wanted nothing more than to wipe away his smile with her usual sarcasm but she couldn’t, instead spinning back in her chair to place her cup back down and only half pretending to go back to work.

Luke’s smile did waver a little and a small frown creased his brow, he approached her desk with mild caution as a self proclaimed seasoned pro at knowing when and when not to poke the bear so to speak.

“Are you ok?”

Penelope’s fingers paused on the keyboard in front of her, she took a moment to consider his question before turning towards him with a look of incredibility.

“Me? You’re the one that almost died!”

Her voice sounded slightly frantic and quite frankly she was. How could he be asking her if she’s ok? 

Luke gave pause, taking her words into consideration before speaking, something which he probably should have taken a few more moments to think about before opening his mouth.

“Are you mad at me?”

Amusement was back in his tone, he was trying to keep things light but Penelope couldn’t deal with light, she’d been carrying the almost unbearable weight of worry and guilt from the moment the bomb went off.

She held his gaze until she felt a lump rise in her throat, the last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of him and there was so much going on that this really wasn’t the time for it. Refusing to blink in case a damn stray tear betrayed her, she swallowed and silently turned back to her screen instead.

Any hope she had of Luke leaving her to it were quickly quashed as she saw him approaching in the reflection of one of her monitors. He reached out and put a hand on the back of her chair but made no effort to turn her back to face him.

“Hey, i’m sorry.”

Penelope was painfully aware of how close they were, she took a breath and hoped it didn’t sound as shaky as it felt. She didn’t trust her voice and as much as she didn’t want Luke to see her like this, she also didn’t want him to go either.

“Will you look at me, please?”

A sigh passed his lips, not out of frustration at Penelope but at himself for being so insensitive. His fingers curled around the top of her chair but he still made no effort to turn it, it had to be her choice to speak to him and if she wasn’t ready then he would respect that.

She was quiet for another few moments, no longer pretending to be working and instead focussing on not falling apart. Convinced she had her emotions mostly in check, she turned to face Luke once more. His hand dropped from the chair and he took a small step back, arms hanging at his sides and itching to reach out for her.

It broke his heart to see Penelope upset, and it hurt more to know he was the cause for her hurt, albeit through no real fault of his own. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her, in fact she was one of the last things on his mind moments before the bomb went off. There was so much unsaid between the two of them, things that until that moment he had naively believed there would be plenty of time to explore.

He didn’t know what they were, other than friends (or frenemies as she had referred to them in the past), but he knew what he wanted them to be. Life was far too short, he had come very close to finding that out first hand and in the moment found himself with so many regrets. He had been given another chance and didn’t want his unspoken feelings to be one of them.

“I thought i’d lost you.”

Penelope’s voice cut through the internal battle he was having with himself, she was quiet but every emotion she was trying to keep to herself spilled through. Luke felt his own chest grow tight and cleared his throat, reaching out a hand towards Penelope.

“Come’ere.”

He worried that she wouldn’t take his hand, would instead retreat back behind the walls she had built and reinforced over the years, the walls he had wanted to demolish from the moment he had met her. But she surprised him, and herself, by taking his hand. They moved in sync, Penelope rising from her chair and Luke gently tugging on her hand until he could wrap both arms around her.

She buried her face against his chest, he felt the tears soak through his shirt before her quiet sobs reached his ears and he held her tighter. Their team was few and far between these days and none of them would begrudge them this moment but he still hoped no one decided to stop by anytime soon. The others knew Luke and Penelope had something, even if they themselves weren’t even truly aware of it, it didn’t matter that he no longer saw Penelope on a daily basis and had seen her sparsely over the three years since she had left the BAU. If anything, his feelings had only grown over that time and he was tired of pretending they didn’t exist.

Both of her arms snaked around his waist, whilst he had one around her holding her close and a hand in her hair. He felt an air of peace whilst his fingers slipped through her hair, lips leaving a barely there kiss to the top of her head. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, holding Penelope in his arms and he hated the circumstances that had led them here but was also grateful that he had been given a second chance so he could do this.

Neither of them could be sure how long they had been stood in the middle of her office, though both were grateful that no one had disturbed them, whether it be purely coincidental or if the others had seen Luke head in there and knew to give them some time.

They separated slowly, Penelope’s hands coming to rest on his chest and lightly brushing over the wet patches whilst she frowned.

“Well, that’s embarrassing.”

It was her turn to try and lighten the mood, Luke could practically see the walls coming back up and he couldn’t let it happen. He raised a hand to cover hers and hesitated for only a second before bringing his other hand to her cheek.

“No, don’t do that.”

He squeezed the hands beneath his softly, swiping his thumb beneath her glasses to wipe away the last of her tears. Penelope leaned into his touch without even realising, her gaze dropping to his lips for the breath of a second before she dipped her head with a small sigh.

Luke mirrored her sigh, leaning in and pressing another more prominent kiss to the top of her head. The others may be giving the two of them leeway but he was still on the clock and there was still work to be done, they both knew that. But god damnit they had come so close to never getting this moment so sue them for not wanting it to end.

Penelope slipped her hands from beneath his, slowly raising her head to meet his gaze once more. She brought one of her now free hands to his that still cupped her cheek, fingers curling around his wrist.

They were tempting fate, someone could walk in any moment. It didn’t stop Luke from pressing their foreheads together, blocking out anyone and anything around them so his sole focus was the woman in front of him.

There was so much to talk about, things they would talk about. What had happened was a wake up call for them both, and they shared a look to which they both knew translated to “to be continued”.

But.

There was always a but.

Neither would admit to making the first move, though both would agree that it was long overdue. It was brief but held promise, promise of more of this Penelope hoped. Luke would have punched the air if not for the fact it would have completely ruined the mood.

When they parted again, this time in agreement that this would be continued away from work, Luke couldn’t stop his boyish smirk from crossing his lips and Penelope found herself smiling back, both of them relishing in the relief of having each other and looking forward to finally exploring their true feelings.

[purplesurveys]

1667

What happened last night? Worked like the corporate slave that I am until midnight. Also took a handful of soju shots while doing so so that I can at least have fun, lol.

Who is the last boy you hugged? He’s either on his way home or hanging out with Angela.

What was the last thing you thought? How I should refrain from messaging someone for something work-related right now because it’s not gonna make a difference anyway and because I don’t want to be a trouble for them at this hour.

What are you thinking about right now? Apart from that ^ my mind’s really just been all about Yoongi and his tour all day. I livestreamed the first show this morning and it was so SICK I can’t believe I’m seeing him too.

Would you have sex with the last person you sent a message to? No.

Would you consider yourself spoiled? When we were growing up I think I did get a bit more material stuff than my siblings but not to the point of calling myself spoiled. My parents would’ve been the first to kick the absolute piss out of my ass if I was starting to show characteristics of being spoiled, anyway. Asian things.

What was the last text you sent? It was a media person that I had a bit of a back and forth with cos we sent her a PR kit yesterday and she said she didn’t receive anything, so we were trying to track who could’ve possibly received it.

Do you break things when you are mad? No...anger passes, broken things don’t fix themselves. It’s never worth it.

Whose hoodie did you last wear besides your own? My sister’s.

Did something happen today that made you angry? I don’t think I was in a bad mood at work today actually! I was 100% on a Yoongi high lmao, I spent two hours in the morning not working but stuck to my phone livestreaming his concert and that really helped me be in good spirits.

What did you do today? Watched Yoongi’s concert, worked worked worked, ate, played with the dogs for a bit.

What did you do Friday night? Had my birthday - I hosted an intimate dinner with closest friends then we all watched Road To D-Day together when it premiered on Disney+. Reena slept over as well.

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? Yes.

Are you lying to yourself about something? Nope.

Is your bed comfortable? It’s fine but I can really invest in some quality pillows. Waking up with a strained neck is the norm for me now.

Does it take a lot to make you happy? Not at all. I smile at both the simplest and corniest things.

Your best friend says to you now, “lets go to a party and get trashed!”? I tell her she messaged just in time because my car is finally out of the coding timeslot LOL then ask where and also what’s her problem now (from the context that we usually pull each other out for a drink when we need to vent).

Who knows mainly all of your secrets? Whoever’s reading this and has been reading these.

Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now? Not thinking of anyone.

What were you doing at 1 in the morning? I was most probably either on Reddit or YouTube trying to get myself to fall asleep after working all evening.

If someone looked ON your bed, what would they find? Slightly disorganized pillows and an unfolded blanket.

Were you single over last summer? Yep.

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Maybe once or twice but it’s not my strongest feature. My eyelashes though on the other hand get pointed out pretty frequently since they’re naturally long.

Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? Nah. Definitely not.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? Just like, 3, and none of them in a romantic sense.

When you think of the rainbow, what pops in your head? Pride.

Is the person you last texted single? I have no idea.

Was last night terrible? Not terrible but I wish I got to enjoy my personal time, because I had worked on a couple of decks until midnight.

[patrywoso]

Hi darling! Nice to see you back! Please take like a billion photos of aitana and ona for me. Oh to be able to go to a barça game. My eyes would be so blessed. Just a question in general, who would you say is ur favourite barça player(s). Mine would probably have to be ona, aitana, ingrid if I had to pick three. I have a thing for midfielders and especially defenders.

I hope u don’t mind me being slightly depressing in ur asks, but most of it stems from my sexuality and really my fear of people finding out. It’s also why I’ve been hesitant to slide into ur dms, I’m not really in a situation where it’s the safest to be out. If u want to hear more about the hell of a week I had which honestly was quite emotionally taxing on me u can let me know, I just don’t really want to cloud up ur asks and make it depressing.

Since you’ve been offline a while, how’s ur life lovely? I assume it was very busy. Also is there a usual time you would use tumblr cause I would like to hold proper long conversations over tumblr with u but our schedules just never line up. :(

Ps: can whoever found that aitana vein pop photo please share with the class. It’s essential for my education.

You are so loved, xoxo

Hi sweetheart, sorry for the late answer but I'm here and Im'm going to be able to be here a little more for a bit so I hope we can talk more.

My fav players are Caro and Alexia and Esmee but like all so fun to watch to be honest, is hard to stop looking at them.

Of course, I don’t mind at all. Honestly, I’m really glad you feel comfortable enough to share this with me. It’s totally okay to feel unsure or scared about these things, it’s such a big, personal part of who you are, and navigating that can be so tough. Time does help, and it’s okay not to have everything figured out right now. Please don’t ever worry about being “too much” or clouding up my asks. I’m here for you, always. Slide into my DMs anytime, whether it’s to vent, talk about your week, or just distract yourself with random stuff. You don’t have to go through any of this alone, and I’ll always do my best to support you. ❤️

Life has been crazy, to much work and little time to do anything else and I have been feeling a bit sad but I have to keep going cause i can't have a breakdown right now.

You message me whenever you can and I will have this app open so i can see it and we ccan talk, I have more time now that a big deal has been closed.

Yeah pelase whoever sent the ask of Aitana please we need the photo, it's for science.

Hope you are having a good day i'm sending you a big hug, love you