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ikigaisvt · 1 year ago

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Who's the horniest of them all?

in which your boyfriend lets you get a taste of his best friend.

pairing: jeonghan x reader x seungcheol, dom!jeonghan x sub!reader x dom!seungcheol (with a hint of dom!seungcheol x sub!jeonghan) words: 1k content: smut warnings: threesome, dirty talk, begging, slight degradation, slight praising, masturbation (m), cum play, overstimulation, kinda brat reader, brat taming, a little m x m, implied future threesome (again), crush on someone when in a relationship, reader has female parts, tipsy reader (but not drunk sex!), petnames (for reader: angel, attagirl, baby, brat, slut, sweetheart, sweet thing / for jeonghan: baby, brat) note: im sick in the head pt.2... MINORS DNI. you will be blocked. this is the second part of mirror, mirror on the wall but you can read this as a one shot! i thought about writing this part since i posted the first part and here it is,,, i hope everyone likes it!! pls don't forget to reblog and give feedbacks if you want to!

part 1

"Hannie-" you sob, more to yourself than to the two men in the room. You never thought your night would end up like this.

You knew, when you first started to fuck (literally) around with your boyfriend, that he was wild. That he was going to pull out a new side of you, a side you never knew existed- even though he likes saying you were the one to make him kinkier. Classic Yoon Jeonghan.

But what you didn't knew, what you think was never going to happen was Jeonghan inviting a third person, one of his best friends at that, into your sex life- even if it is a one-time thing.

The first time you met Seungcheol, you couldn't deny the attraction you felt for him. He is a handsome man and that is a well-known fact from his friends but also from him. He is confident and that somehow, always pull at your heart string. But no matter how attractive you found him, you could never act on it for the sake of your relationship. You were attracted, not in love, and that was enough to let go of the harmless crush. Until that one night.

Until that one night you had a little too much to drink and you were buzzing with excitement. Until that one night you were sticking up to Seungcheol's side while your boyfriend was sending you daggers from across the room. Until that one night when your boyfriend made you beg for his best friend while he was fucking you.

All of these moments led to Seungcheol, sitting in a chair in front of you, dick out and hard, oozing with cum, groaning every time you moan, your boyfriend fucking you open as you sit on his dick.

"No, no, baby, say his name." Jeonghan commands sternly, "Today's about Seungcheol, isn't it?" he says in a provoking tone.

"Jeonghan, baby- I can't-" You whine out, the shyness making you blush all the way down to your chest.

"Why feeling so shy, angel, hm?" Jeonghan teases, "You weren't shy the other night when I told you to beg for him, hm? Why shy now?" he continues as he kisses down your neck.

"I'm not shy- I just-" You lie in a stutter, trying to get out of admitting your attraction to the blonde man in front of you until the last second.

"You know liars don't get what they want, don't you?" your boyfriend asks you as he pounds into you even harder.

"I-I'm not a liar." you fight back, a moan building up in your throat as you lock eyes with Seungcheol.

"Yeah? You can't bring yourself to moan for him when he's right there, huh? That's too much for your little brain, isn't it?" he says in a chuckle.

"Fuck you, Hannie-" you fight back as you close your eyes, feeling the pleasure build in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh, I so am, baby." he answers in a smirk, "And you're loving it. You're so wet baby, fuck-" he says in a breath, "Who is it for, baby, hm? Me or him?"

"F-For both of you," you mumble in a mewl, "Fuck- I need to cum, please."

"You know you can't do that." Seungcheol answers your plea, stopping his movement on his dick as Jeonghan stops slamming into you, a hand on your hip as you whimper, "Seungcheol decides when you get to cum tonight, remember? It's all about him." Jeonghan repeats as if he is trying to rile Seungcheol up.

"Fuck- yeah, okay." you answer, knowing saying no wasn't an option right now. You wanted this night to happen maybe more than the two boys, no matter what you had to give up.

"Yeah angel, I decide tonight," Seungcheol reminds you with his deep voice as he gets up and kneels in front of you, "You okay with that, yeah?" he questions as you nod, "Speak up for me, baby, would you?"

"Y-yeah, sorry- I will," you say as Jeonghan starts moving again, making you moan out.

"That's a good girl," Seungcheol sneers, "You like what Jeonghan's doing, hm? He's treating you right?"

"Hm, hm- yeah- feels so good." you sob as Jeonghan fucks up into you harder, faster, deeper.

"Wanna cum?" Seungcheol asks you in a smirk, his hand finding your clit.

"Yes- please, let me cum, please, please-" you beg, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter as you feel his thick fingers rubbing you closer to the brim.

"Think you can hold it off for me, hm?" he asks, as you whine at the thought, "I think Jeonghan is gonna cum." he sneers as he locks eyes with your boyfriend, feeling Jeonghan's hand squeeze at your hips.

"N-no, I can't-" you answer, shutting your eyes tightly and resting your head on Jeonghan's shoulder, "I- need to cum with Hannie-"

"Fuck- angel, you're so good to me, aren't you?" your boyfriend asks, his moans getting louder and louder.

"You wanted me to fuck the brattiness out of her, but you're one of a pair, hm? Just two brats wanting to be treated like royalty." Seungcheol chuckles, teasing the both of you, getting you closer and closer to the edge, "Maybe next time I need to tame you." He says, looking straight into Jeonghan's eyes, "Go ahead, you can cum. Both of you." he says, looking back and forth between you two.

You feel like the wave is infinitely coming, the pleasure not stopping for a few minutes even when Jeonghan pulls out, his cum dripping out of you as he sets you on the bed. You're not even able to catch your breath that a set of hands grabs you by the hips and turns you over, ass up.

"fuck- Jeonghan came so much,” Seungcheol says in a breath, “I'm gonna fuck it back into you," you hear Seungcheol whisper, as you open your eyes and reach for your boyfriend's hands as he sits down with his back against the headboard, "Did it felt good, angel?" Seungcheol asks from behind you as you moan out an affirmation, "I'm gonna fuck that pretty pussy so hard."

"Yeah- please-" you sob as you buck your hips up towards him.

"Our slut wants more, Jeonghan." Seungcheol sneers, his hands holding your hips down.

"Then give her more," Jeonghan says, your eyes locking as he smirks, "Hold on tight, attagirl."

“And I’d better hear that pretty mouth moan my name, got it, sweet thing?” Seungcheol says as he thrusts into you.

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 7 months ago

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Chapter 14

As the game continued you all continued to drink as you felt more than tipsy and your eyes could show that you felt sleepy and worn out

"Okay guys I think it is time to sleep" you heard Chan say as his head pointed towards you to signal them to leave you were barely keeping your eyes open, but everyone laughed which made you open your eyes again, but you saw everyone looking at you and laughing which makes you laugh as well not knowing why they are laughing

"ok someone is drunk let's go sleep," Chan says laughing as you put your hands up celebrating that it is nap time, but your face is blank "Yay," you say and drop your arms as your eyes try shut back down

"let's go," Chan says getting up and pulling your arm You almost fall back but he pulls you back up again

"bye-bye," you say as you walk towards your room and Chan follows behind making sure you don't fall down

He opens the bedroom door for you and lets you in as you grab the walls to sustain your dizzy head

"Are you really drunk?" Chan asks with an unbelievable look on his face as you drink a bit but still, it is raw vodka

"bitch?" you asked offended as you turn to him and he just laughs with a hand on your chest

"ok, you are drunk" he affirms as his smile never leaves his face, "let's get you to bed" he moves the bedsheet to the side so you can sit on the comfy mattress

"do you know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away and an orange a day keeps the plumber away, so basically throwing fruits at people keeps them away" You laugh at your own joke as he chuckles at your stupidity

You hum stretching yourself in your sheets "Will you kiss me again goodnight?" you ask with a smile bearly keeping your eyes open as you feel sleep getting to you

Chan blushes at your comment "You want that?" he asks you with a smirk he gets close to your face as heat rises to your face but he just smirks and leaves

you roll over to your side while moaning "Muther fucker" A teasing smirk leaves your lips

8:30 am the next day

Your head hurts as hell you sit up from the bed and smell the fresh odor of food from the kitchen you get out of bed ready to get out of the room but you remember last night's events

shit y/n why are you so confident when drunk? and what was that stupid idea to kiss him, you were probably horrible at it and made him uncomfortable

you get up and get your clothes to shower and change for your class at 10 am

as water is pouring over your head you think about the kiss over and over again, how can you be able to face him, should you talk about it with him? or should you ignore the matter? and when the fuck are you going to get the money?

Fuck it you are going to ignore the fact like a mature girl and just pretend nothing happened as it was just a bet

you rub your eyes stressed, like how the fuck were you able to even ask him for a second kiss? Were you really that confident? Mother fucking vodka always takes the worse of you

you get out of the shower and put on a tanktop that says 'in my delulu era' and some cargo pants

you get out brushing your wet hair just to see Chan getting out of his room with clothes on his hand "good morning " he smiles to you as you feel your stomach sink "hey... good morning" you smile without your teeth feeling rather awkward at your salutation.

"How do you feel? he asked "Oh, I'm good" you smile again hiding your teeth and looking elsewhere as you want to get to your room "I hope you're not uncomfortable because of last night," he says I stop walking and turn behind me looking at him "oh, no worries, I know it was just a bet" you move your hands awkwardly and go back to your room as you hear him chuckle

fuck he knows your shy and not uncomfortable, you get back to you're room and finish your hair, grab your bag as you head to the living room, you make your way to the kitchen finding 2 toast on a plate with avocado and eggs on them, ooh he sure knows how to cook, but as you see he made himself breakfast you will need to look for something you can do for yourself

"y/n!" you hear Chan call your name from the bathroom "Yeah?" you reply "Those toasts there are for you" he yells back "Thank you so much Chan" you reply to him, what a kind soul

you blush as you think of him making breakfast for you.

as you're eating your breakfast you hear him come out of the shower in a big hoodie and grey sweatpants rubbing his wet hair with a towel

"I have class at 9 how bout you?" he asks as you answer "We have the same class today" you confirm to him

ok get ready is almost time to leave" he tells you as you wash your plate and run towards the bathroom to ash your teeth

15mins later

"I have work today so I'm going to be late," you tell him as he nods

"and please tell me what groceries I need to buy and give me an idea of what is your diet so I can know what you eat" he looks at you, fuck those brown beautiful eyes "Not because I'm interested or anything I just want to make sure you like what I buy" you awkwardly laugh

"yes of course I will tell you what I like and also make sure you buy what you like" he smiles before exiting the house with you and entering the car

the ride is silent and you don't know what to say to make it less awkward you can feel the tension filling the car up

"What time is your shift?" he asked you

"6-10 pm" you answer already tired from just hearing it, and he nods as he parks at the school parking lot, and he nods

"Will today be the day I try that Oreo milkshake they sell there?" he asked taking his seatbelt

you shrug your shoulders as you get shy just thinking about him being with you during work

"Do as you please" you pitch your voice as you smile cutely and open the door out the car and put your bag on "Thank you, remember the list" you remark as he smiles at you

you walk towards the entrance but he catches up to you just to walk up next to you and you smile at each other

Danm you felt nervous around him...

Time skip

You make your way to the car just to see Chan leaning against it with his phone in his hand and his leg bent against the car behind him

you get there and take your bag out of your back as he looks at you "Hey" you say as you smile at him "Hey how was class?" he smiles genuinely toward you

you know, he knows, the tension is just unbearable, since morning those smiles weren't innocent and kind, they were flirty between the two of you, feeling those fucking butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach as he came closer to you just leaving a bit of space between both of you for the holly spirit, he smiles/smirks and takes your bag

"It went alright," you say when he goes to the back of the car to put your bag there smirking to yourself when he can't see

shit, why is he so hot?

He starts driving and tells you that he will accompany you to the market to buy food

the drive was calm, almost no talk but ransom music on the radio

he parks and we both get out of the car he gets back to my side as we grab a cart for our shopping items, we enter and start looking around at the variety of things

Chan's POV

she grabs a cart and I see her looking around for things,

she is so pretty, how her nose scrunches up when she smiles and how her lashes define her big eyes, how those pants round up deliciously her cute ass, and how her tank top defines her small breast perfectly; her waist and those cute lips giving those perfect details of her facial expressions, and how soft they were, and she looks so pretty and innocent, it will be easy turn her to me

My phone vibrates in my pocket as she looks at me, I check my phone to see who's texting and see a message from Ha-yoon

-Hey meet me at Marty's(;?

She remarks Marty's motel where we met 2 weeks ago for the past month

- hey yoon, can't make it today

-aww why are you busy :(?

she answers my text

-yep

- then make some time for me...

she answers, begging knowing what she wants

-can't, busy

- 1 image attached

a photo of her bear breast on display in front of a mirror catches my eyes as I put the screen light low, I put the phone closer to my face trying to be discreet

-let me see what I can do

I wrote back

"What do you think?" y/n shows me a bread brand "Do you like this one or that one" She points at another brand

"Both are good choose the one you like more" I smile at her

Y/n POV

I grab the bread that I think is the best and put it in the cart, I see him concentrating on his phone, which I guess is important as he stayed behind for some minutes.

I also put some fruits and some snacks, and he follows behind me still texting...rude, I'm trying to buy what he likes and he doesn't even care

I go to the meat section and you grab some chicken, beef, and fish, you make sure to buy enough for the month

You also put inside some ingredients to make food for both of you, you make sure to have everything on the list you wrote in the morning

"Do you want something else?" you ask him, he takes his eyes off his phone and looks at you "Uh no I'm fine" he looks around and goes back to his phone

"ok" his attitude makes you feel bad, is he annoyed? what happened with the sudden change you continue to walk in the aisle and you see your favorite strawberry cookies and you grab2 packets for the month

he puts his phone in his pocket and sighs

"I'm almost done" you try to hurry up thinking that he probably doesn't like shopping

"don't worry" his eyes advert somewhere else but widen when he sees someone in particular

but you can't see because your fucking short

so you keep walking over to cash out your items

"Hello, how are you doing today?" the cashier asks you "I'm good and you?"

"fine thank you" he smiles and proceeds to scan your products

he is a man about your age wearing his uniform and a beenie, he looks at you and smiles each time he can... how cute

" Your total is $128 with 87 cents" You nod and take your card out, he grabs it and swipes it

"thank you so much gentleman" he blushes and smiles

"thankyou! pretty lady" he says with a smile and a big blush on his cheeks and looks down as you take your stuff to the car

Chan helps you with your stuff and totally ignores the man saying goodbye

"hey" you warn him "he was saying goodbye to you," you tell him

"yeah I know," he says "damn why so mean then?" you get offended at his attitude since earlier

"I don't know, go ask your gentleman then!" he gets mad and walks faster towards the car

Danm why is he mad at me? he was the one acting like a bitch

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channoticedmeuwu · 2 years ago

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 — 𝐂. 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

tsk — who were you? what were you? that's all 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 thought about when you stood next to him on the auditorium stage, smiling at the dozen school photographers and fingers holding a plaque that now belonged to both of you. How dare you; disrupt Part-Time Perfect's chance of being the one and only. How dare you; try to make your way into being the face of the school next to him, after being someone he watched from afar for years?

and how dare you look so fucking hot while doing it

W — SUGGESTIVE. MENTIONS OF UNDERAGE DRINKING +not proofread

a/n — this is when I started to get delusional. my delulu villain origin story, if you will.

"haerin," you hummed, tapping her lips with a piece of bread from your plate of food. she was dozing off on your shoulder, reminiscing about the night before, still wearing her bunnie nightsuit and fuzzy slippers.

you two were the only ones at the breakfast buffet— the clock struck 7 AM 10 minutes ago. "I don't know why you're here," she mumbled, chewing the bread you gave her, eyes closed, "it's so early and you're having breakfast?"

"I couldn't sleep," you admitted, closing your eyes as you ate. the image of choi soobin had burned at the back of your eyelids by now; the boy, one with the night, his warmth radiating towards you and his smile resembling sequin that were the stars—

y/n, what are you thinking?

"how long have you been awake?" she was helping herself to your eggs and sausages, which wasn't something that you minded, especially since the image of choi soobin wearing a shy smile and running a hand through his hair wiped you clean off any appetite.

"all night." and it wasn't like you were there to enjoy a night with him. if you were being honest with yourself, you had begun to warm up towards him, even if you didn't want to. but it always seemed a hit or a miss with him, he was either oddly sweet towards you, or abruptly cold, and you couldn't tell what was triggering him to do that.

but not that you cared, right?

"Jesus," haerin muttered, mouth full with food. at this point, you couldn't even hear her, as if you were slipping back into last night. tipsy chuckles echoing with the crickets as he tried to clear his name, trying to assure you that there was no way he meant what he said when he was drunk that bad.

but you could see the way his nose twitched while he lied. the boy was nothing short of the teacher's pet. so disconnected from any sort of morally grey activities that he wanted to set things right, make sure you knew he wasn't that sort of person. and yet, there he was, in an area he wasn't allowed to be in alone with a girl. there was something simply so amusingly ironic about choi soobin, doing something wrong to set something else right.

and you caught that irony reflect in the entire moment, letting out a chuckle. "what?" he had asked you, tilting his head and staring at you with his—oh, so pretty eyes. you saw your reflection in his eyes, roaming your entire face, trying to read your expression.

"nothing," you just said, turning your face away from him and staring down. you could feel his eyes burn at the side of your face, your heartbeat creeping into your throat, much to your own dismay.

why were you nervous around him?

he had sighed, clicking his tongue. "look, I'm serious, I was just really drunk."

"and still are," you only responded, resting your tongue in your cheek. with his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide with the accusation, his lips wet as he bit them, there was no surprise that your words—scratch that, you— were getting to him. you knew there was something suspiciously targeted when soobin had fished his phone out and glared at you with his big, wet eyes with everyone blurring around him after yet another shot.

and there was still something in his eyes that he used to stare daggers into you at that moment, "I'm not."

you scoffed, turning your head to one side as you inched closer to him. you knew what he felt about you, you knew there was something about you that would push him over the edge, and you knew that your “pretty face” didn't make things easier for him.

"but, I thought I was unreal?" you asked innocently, the corners of your eyes tingling with mischief, "I thought I was so pretty?"

"you—you were wrong," he sucked in a breath, glancing towards the side, feeling you inching closer and closer. and another twitch of his nose gave his white lie away.

"don't lie to me," you said, your giggles dissolving into the moonlit night. how ironic he was, lying to you to set things right.

"I'm not lying," he began, his voice faltering as his eyes darted quickly between your lips and the closing space between the two of you. "I would never lie to you."

"oh, what's that?" you asked. at this point, he was convinced you were more drunk than he was, because since when did you take the initiative to tease him?

but seeing choi soobin all flustered up, gripping the railing so tightly like his life depended on it as you inched closer was something sending you off edge now.

"you would never lie to me?" you tilted your head. you could hear his fingernails tap on the glass railing, his adams apple reflecting the signs of his emotional state, his eyes slyly dragging down to your lips. with his mouth apart, you could hear him breathe, hear the struggle muffle in his throat.

"y/n," his voice was dripping with such an unusual tone, like his greater good was slipping from his grasp, "I don't think we—I mean—you—um."

"I'm just teasing you, soobin," you chuckled, hitting his arm as you backed away, leaving his eyes to stare at you like you just took away something he wanted ever so guiltily. "I know it was just because you were drunk."

his eyebrows furrowed with some sort of frustration. but he quickly masked it. "yeah!" He admitted, chuckling and scratching the back of his neck, "yeah, totally. sorry about that."

"of course," you smiled, waving towards him as you walked towards the door, leaving him alone on the roof. "see you tomorrow, soobin!"

"yeah," his voice caught in his throat as he watched you leave, blinking away tears that appeared due to the overload of his senses. "see you."

and after you had left, he sank to his knees, hiding his face behind his hands, his chest rising and falling, his cheeks burning, his eyes darting around. he knew that you weren't drunk that night, and he knew that he truly didn't want you to find out how he thought about you.

but, then, why did he want you to continue, to lace his fingers against the warm skin of your waist, to feel your hands wrap around his neck as your heartbeat became one?

"shit."

33 — shit

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milflewis · 1 year ago

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Niamh, HG AU, I so desperately want everyone's backstory here. The Michael and Lewis bit is honestly what completely did it for me, punched me in the gut. God. And then -- Mick!!! Hello! Sobbing

Let's start with Seb being a mentor tho bc...yes. He would be and the hope, the emotional investment... I can't bear it, actually. With Lewis, the clients...skin crawling, also, the trident, the secrets instead of money....you're not planning on giving him the same ending as Finnick, right, because, don't.

Sewis tho, how did they happen. What is their story. Also. How did they win their games. And! Does Lewis get reaped again during the Quarter Quell. Am I getting this right. The angst, holy fuck

PIERRE AS KATNISS AND YUKI AS PEETA why is this so PERFECT. The scene with the berries. I haven't seen this scene in years and suddenly I was right back. You're mine now!!??? Help help help. I actually felt like kicking my feet when you wrote Pierre covering a quick grin right after their victory was announced. He's clever!!! Your spin on this scene...I want more of these two right now, I'm obsessed

ok so this got reallllly long lol sorry. i'm just so!!!!!! about this au

at his heart sebastian is a teacher. a mentor. every year he tries and every year he fails. he can never be enough bc no one person is enough to change The Games. he keeps trying anyway.

lewis is. finnick adjacent ahsjdaj. i do Not plan to kill him off lmao dw!!! but i am basing a lot of his story around finnick's. and sewis. ok. think old friends. think an ally where you were once alone. think 'Hamilton has found a friend'.

lewis was fourteen when he was Reaped. fourteen and small and curls down around his ears and skinny ankles. the camera zoomed in on his brother's teary eyes. hamilton had already lost a sister to the games five years ago. he is frowning and quiet and solemn. he speaks very little and chitchat does not come naturally to him. he is a little too wild for comfort. his stylist shaves him near bald and makes his cheeks rosy and tells him to speak as soft as he can. flutter those long lashes. bono, it turns out, is lewis's saving grace bc his mentor, fernando alonso, doesn't look at him after lewis tells him he's washed and old and useless when fernando laughs at lewis saying he's going to win this year. lewis is fourteen and small and the Capitol's Darling when he spears five different tributes in the stomach with a makeshift trident. he has been swimming since he was three. hauling in fishing nets for a little under a decade. those who do not work in district four do not eat. he is the youngest victor ever and michael schumacher tilts his glass at him during the celebrations. he tells lewis to do as they ask, not matter the price. lewis does not listen. his family pays for it.

three years later, sebastian is Reaped, and he's small and fourteen and has small hands and a wide smile. they leave his curls. he laughs and he charms and he plays the demure shy shining golden boy card. sebastian has always been very good at playing this game. he can't stop smiling. he avoids killing until the very end, hiding out and stealing from other tributes. he paints his face and arms and legs and runs through the trees. he kills the last two tributes with his bare hands. michael is his mentor. sebastian does what they ask. he listens.

michael is the one to introduce them, tipsy and grinning and bright eyed. he waits two years until sebastian is sixteen and of age and then leaves. lewis never talks to seb about it. the walls have ears.

it is not until seven years after lewis's games, four years of sebastian talking at lewis, that valtteri bottas is reaped and he's just another face in a series of deaths and he's not even from lewis's district so what does lewis care but valtteri comes up to him in the capitol, a bruise on his cheek, eyes so fucking blue, and says, i want you. lewis laughs in his face, half drunk. your secrets don't interest me. and valtteri rolls his eyes. no. no, i want you to be my mentor. lewis laughs again. no, you don't. valtteri blinks at him, unmoving, hand over the lift's buttons so lewis can't get out. yes, i do. i remember you. in the games. i want you to teach me to do what you do. i need you to. and so lewis does. he helps him and valtteri survives. when sebastian congratulates him, it's the first time he ever sees lewis smile.

they talk more after that. fernando and lewis switch being mentor year to year. sebastian is district twelve's only victor so he never stops. sometimes when they're both in the Capitol, lewis finds sebastian already tucked into lewis's bed in his apartment. he always has lewis's tea, hot and waiting, in a thermos on the kitchen counter. sometimes he washes lewis's hair and body for him after nights when lewis is working.

lewis does get reaped during the quarter quell and he is soooo annoying to pierre who is Furious over this beautiful cocky smiling man. sebastian is the one to hold him when pierre finds out they left yuki behind in the arena but it is lewis who teaches him how to get up in the mornings despite it all.

(there is a coin tucked into the inside of lewis's shoe during the quarter quell. it is the same one sebastian had around his neck during his games. sebastian holds it so tightly it digs an imprint into his palm when he waits for lewis to wake up on their flight to district thirteen.)

pierre is Nothing if not possessive and he has very little people he counts as his own - charles and alex - and now yuki. maybe sebastian. there are his and he is theirs. fuck the rest of them.

#hope i answered everything u asked! thank u for this ask i was smiling sooo hard reading it :)))))#hunger games au #niamh.asks

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mizakikimoto · 11 months ago

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I saw these a few weeks ago.

Now this, today.

We've made it.

Also:

I bought two of these and wasn't carded. I think my mother was. I..................

I'm not a drinker. I have to say this. But I love frozen coffee, and horchata. So, like...this is good.

I got tipsy off a few of these a few Christmas's ago. The year Soul came out on Disney+. I was mad tipsy. We watched Soul, and Jungle Jangle on a crappy projector.

I should still be getting carded.

But I had a smoothie today, with carrots, which I haven't had in a few weeks/months. I also had...what? Oh. I finally got a soft bristle toothbrush again.

All these years I've spent blogging and now I become shy, anti social about sharing. I mean...there are reasons.

But, like...I am not tipsy. I just...got the urge to write on here.

I've had this gift card since 2022. That's how messed up things are.

But like...when did Starbucks get so high?

Okay, maybe this alcohol is affecting me. But I'm not drunk, or tipsy. I think this is mostly me being sleepy.

I meant to sleep in today. Well, not sleep. I meant to chill as much as possible. But my mother was like "I need you to go to the store with me" without saying it. So I went on a South Side Trek.

I hate being in public, these days.

I felt like I was gonna pass out. My body is so messed up. That's why I tried to lay down.

This is where I'm sleeping. Like a dog.

Losing more time.

I can't hide my grumpiness anymore.

24 years of this BS. Over a one day issue.

One day. That's all it took. Fucking [swear words].

Hopefully next week the ball can get rolling. After 24 effing years. Fucking idiots.

Being punished for being born. Xenophobic fucks.

And I'm still holding back my tongue.

The South Side of Chicago, of all places. How the hell did I end up here? One of the most isolated places in America? Where I stand out like crazy? And no one wants to hear the facts.

24 years. Over a one day issue.

Fucking racism. Classism. Ableism. But not the usual case. But everyone puts my words in a box. Bunches me up with "everyone else" instead of listening to me.

This country is full of jackass... motherfuckers.

Still not tipsy. Just slightly under the influence. Slightly. Barely. Placebo, maybe.

How am I almost 32? Still dealing with this shit?

One day. That's all it took.

24 years later...

I should sue this society for every cent.

This is my favorite James Bond theme, theoretically. If I was here. But I checked out a long time ago. I'll never fully be again. This gap is gonna...

Let me just stop.

Fuckers. Fucking...

Elder. None of these people are. This society is led by dummies. They...

I'll save it for the art.

-Chris

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archangeldyke-all · 2 months ago

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heheheh i volunteer!!

sevika is feeling strangely vulnerable.

it could be the bottle of whiskey the two of you have been sharing this evening. it could be that silco, the one person she knew best in the world, is gone now. it could even be the brat he left behind for her to take care of who's been slowly worming her way into sevika's heart throughout the time spent fixing up her new arm and changing their looks together.

it could just be you, though. the sorta-sad, mostly resigned look in your eye as you lament your relationship woes to sevika.

"i dunno... every time i think i could have something with someone-- not even like, marriage, but y'know-- just someone to share some intimacy with-- something happens and it doesn't work. after a while i just start to think maybe it's not the circumstances that are fucked up 'n maybe it's just me."

"bullshit." sevika spits, shaking her head and quickly refilling her glass with more whiskey. she has to do something with her hands to keep from reaching across the table and shaking your shoulders as she speaks. "y-you're fine. perfect--" she cuts herself off, a furrow in her brow as she glares at her whiskey.

you snort. sevika's adorable when she's tipsy, stumbling over her words and staring into space. fuck. you need to stop rambling about your heartache to the woman you're hopelessly in love with. "i-i'm sorry for dumping this shit on you sev. 's boring and stupid and--"

"no, shut up, it's just--" sevika blinks up at you then curls in on herself in a manner that's almost... shy. she clears her throat and looks away for a moment, almost whispering. "i-i'd marry you."

you blink.

"what?"

"i'm saying you're fuckin' stupid if you think you don't have options." sevika mutters, hunching her shoulders so much she looks small.

you're heart's beating a mile a fucking minute, and you squeak when you bite your tongue to make sure you aren't dreaming. "you said you'd marry me?"

"fuckin'-- obviously only in some hypothetical world where you were into me." sevika shrugs. "but...yeah." she grunts, before reaching out and drowning the whiskey in her glass, muttering a "fuck." under her breath.

you blink a few times, tears spontaneously bubbling up in your vision and a lump forming in your throat. "i was under the impression that i didn't have a shot with you." you whisper.

sevika's eyes fly to yours, wide and shocked. "what the fuck would make you think that?!"

"j-just..." you trail off, gulping again. "you're the most interesting, attractive woman i've ever met, and i am one of about a thousand other fuckin' people in zaun who think so. a-and we've been friends for years and you never said anything..." you trail off as sevika stumbles out of her booth and over to yours, shoving in beside you and cornering you against the wall, clutching your jaw with both of her hands as she stares down at you-- bewildered.

"is this a dream?" she asks.

"i bit my tongue to check-- it's real."

"i-i was serious y'know. i'll take you down to the courthouse tomorrow morning." she says, her voice shaky and sincere.

suddenly, the full reality of the situation hits you, and you burst into laughter. "i-i've been in love with you for years." you admit through giggles. "years!"

sevika starts to giggle too. "m-me too."

"and your fucking haircut is so hot all i've wanted to do for the past two weeks is kiss yo--"

sevika cuts you off with her lips to yours, and you sigh, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

it's a drunk, sloppy kiss-- years of tension and yearning finally bubbling to the surface as sevika attempts to pin you to the booth.

you have every intention of letting her do just that when she pulls away, grinning down at you.

"you really bit your tongue, didn't you? i can taste the blood in your mouth." she asks.

you nod, clawing at her desprately as you try to get her to kiss you again. sevika grins, swooping in to do just that-- but when she pulls away the second thime with her leps stained with your blood, you gasp. "oh, shit!"

"i tried to tell you." sevika giggles.

"do i need stitches? can you give stitches to a tongue?" you ask.

"this really puts a dent in all my plans." sevika cackles. you snort, and she passes you the bottle. "drink. it'll wash the blood away."

"w-what plans?" you ask as you take a swig.

"the plans i had for your tongue."

you choke, whiskey spraying everywhere as you cackle.

sevika--covered in your spit, blood, and whiskey-- smiles so wide you think her face might crack.

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whousesheartsanyways · 2 years ago

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A drunk one speaks the heart [Huntlow]

She doesn't care about being the third wheel, she always has so much fun with Amity and Luz that not even once has felt uncomfortable while partying with them. Not even when the romantic songs come. The girls would kiss and then smooch Willow's cheeks. She loves it.

But tonight they are all a little too tipsy. Willow is dancing at the beat, next to her couple of friends, singing out loud as everyone else in the party ,when she notices this radom blonde guy is looking at her with a smile, three feet away from her.

To be fair, Willow is always friendly. It's just that when she is drunk she kinda befriends everyone too easily. And so she does it this time too. She waves at the guy who seems a little shy at first and then gives two steps to come closer.

"hi!" She says cheerfully over the music, never stopping the movements she is so proud of.

"Hi" he replies. "You dance very well!" Adds, trying to copy her last movement, unsuccessfully, though.

"Thanks!" She laughs. She grabbs one of his hands and tries to teach him the same thing, making his body move. He lets her do it, the smile on his face goes bigger. Then, he gently grabs her hand again and makes her spin once. The three glasses of rum Willow had before give an extra effect and the world spins with her.

Willow giggles and copies the movement.

Man, he's tall, she notices while he is trying to spin with their hands awkwardly connected. When their eyes meet again, he is still smiling, Willow notices he's got light brown eyes, and something in her stomach twirls.

"I'm Hunter" he leans closer to her, so she can listen.

"Willow" she replies, pointing at herself. How stupid.

He nods and repeats her name as if he trying to taste it. But maybe she's just too tipsy and is imagining things.

The song changes to an even more energetic one than the previous and Hunter starts jumping, getting the rythm of it. His eyes sparkle and she feels the thing in her stomach again. Maybe she'll throw up.

She doesn't pay attention to her not-very-functional body and follows him, and she's not sure who does it first but at some point they are holding hands while doing so.

She glimpses Luz, looking at her with arched eyebrows and she immediately feels something weird again. She lets Hunter's hands go, but grabs his wrist and pulls him towards the girls.

"Guys this is Hunter" she declares, as if she has known him for ages. "He's got sick dancing skills!"

"Yep. That's me" He says, waving his arms at the sides of his body.

"Yeah we can see that" Luz is laughing. Her arms are around Amity's waist and pecks her cheek. The purple haired girl giggles and looks at Hunter again.

They introduce themselves briefly.

"Did you come by yourself tonight?" Amity asks.

"I came with a friend but I think he got a hot date somewhere and now I'm alone" He tries to explain.

"Get better friends, dude!" Luz comments.

"You bet I will. We were supposed to celebrate my birthday!"

Willow covers her mouth in surprise.

"Is today your birthday?"

Hunter looks at his phone before answering.

"Well technically it is not since 27 minutes ago."

Willow pouts.

"Hunter you're lost! And on your birthday!" She cries.

"I am!" He replies in the same tone, and pouts as well. Then burst into laughs.

But this is serious, Willow thinks.

"We need to do something" She says with determination "guys we need to adopt Hunter, he can't be alone. Not on his birthday."

"Well, it seems like you already did" Amity says, and she has that look. The one that gives her when she's up to something but won't tell Willow. So she ignores her. Grabs Hunter's cheeks to pull him closer, so he can direct his attention to her.

"You don't need to worry now, Hunter, I'll be your caretaker".

He smiles. She notices now the gap between his teeth and damn. She lets him go quickly.

Then giggles because what are the odds? She always falls for the gay one and this is probably another case.

"What?" He asks, curious.

"Nothing" she says, palming his face softly. "You're very cute, that's all".

He blushes. She laughs harder.

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#Huntlow #Willow toh #hunter toh #hunter x willow #the owl house #fanfic #ao3 #huntlow Brainrot #flirting willow #flirting hunter

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wint3r-h3art · 3 years ago

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HELLO! I've come with another request hehe.

"did u just tell the person i was going to ask out that we are dating?"

And

"you owe me a kiss"

🥺😏

You Owe Me A Kiss | college!Shangqi/Shaun x fem!reader

A/N: I'm so sorry Lola for being so goddamn slow with the requests! I finally got the idea for this, so I hope you like it! Thank you for waiting so patiently for it too 💛💛💛 If you like this please reblog. It helps me a lot. Like & comments are appreicated.

Warning: None. This is super cute fluff about awkward, soft boi Shangqi/Shaun. Because this takes place before the movie, he's referred to as Shaun.

“Whoah, whoah, whoa slow your horses, woman!” Katy decides enough is enough as you slam down your third order of whiskey. “What has gotten into you?!”

You just turn, look half daze, slightly tipsy from drinking whiskey on an empty stomach. You shake your head, trying to re-adjust yourself before you answer her.

“Shaun is such an asshole!” you grit your teeth, trying to grab her beer before Katy snatches it away from you and pushes the glass of water toward you. You look at her, still annoyed as hell, but take it and drink it anyway.

“What did he do?” she asks carefully.

As you are about to open your mouth to answer her, you feel warm hands on your shoulders.

“What’s up, ladies? You’ve already gotten started without me, I see,” he says patting your shoulders before taking a seat next to you.

You turn to Katy and hold your hand up, telling her to wait a minute.

“Shaun, you and I need to talk.”

The words make his expression change as he looks at you then at Katy. She mouths ‘I don’t know’ to him.

Reluctantly both of you get up and walk to the dark corner of the bar, where not much foot traffic there and the music is not too loud.

“Shaun, what the fuck?!”

The words come out harshed as you stare up at him.

His mouth hangs agape. Never had he heard you sworne before.

“Ok, that’s uh--” he clears his throat as there’s a lump in there. “That’s uh nice...What’s this about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Shaun. I know what you did. You told that person that I was planning to ask out that we’re dating?! What the hell?!”

The realization dawns on him as to who that person is.

He has no regret.

“Well he was an asshole, so I’m just saving you from him.”

“Are you kidding me, Shaun?! How old are you again? Why the fuck does it matter if he’s an asshole or not?!”You shove him. To no avail of course. Shoving Shaun is like shoving a solid wall of muscles. If anything, it’s you that stumble back.

Shaun grabs your shoulders as you stumble back, trying to steady you. You can feel his body heat radiates off of him, warming you up than the whisky you drank earlier.

“You’re drunk,” he says firmly, holding you in place. His expression hardens to a serious one.

“Am not,” you pout like a child as you look at him.

He sighs. “Are you really that mad at me about it?”

“Yes! You ruin that one chance I had with that guy! You know no one wants me!”

You can tears brimming at the corners of your eyes as you look at him.

“That’s not true.”

“Say who?”

“Say I.”

“W-what do you mean?” your brows furrow into a deep frown. Confusion paints your visage as you search his expression to see if he’s joking with you or not. He’s not.

Shaun sighs. “Look, he’s not an asshole, ok. I--” he stutters slightly as if he’s searching for the correct words to say to you because God, he only has one chance to do this. If he’s fucked up, there will be no turning back now.

“I like you a lot,” he says finally. It feels like the weight is finally lifted off of him as he looks at you. “I like you since senior year, and all this time I’ve been holding back. But I think after that party, I realize that I want to be more than just your guy friend, so that’s why I sabotage your plan...I’m really sorry.”

You look at him confused. You can’t believe what you heard.

“Y-you like me that long?”

He nods, suddenly feeling shy like he’s in grade school all over again. His cheeks turn slightly pink as he looks down at his feet. His hands are in his pockets because God he’s suddenly feeling nervous as hell.

“Kiss me then.”

Shaun suddenly looks up from his feet and directly into your eyes, as if you suddenly sprouted another head. “What?”

“I said kiss me. You owe me a kiss, Shaun. You fucked up my plan, so now you have to kiss me to make it up.

His mouth hangs agape from a moment as he’s trying to process your words.

You huff before grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him down for a long, deep kiss.

You can feel him stiffens at first from the pure shock alone before you can feel him wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in till you are flushed against his solid body, his lips melt onto yours with a sweet, slowness that you’ve never felt before. You feel him hum softly on your lips as if he has wanted this for so long.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead pressed against yours as you are both breathless.

He opens his mouth to say something but gets cut off.

“Are you guys like done?” Comes Katy’s voice.

Both of you turn and you can feel your face warms up from the thought of Katy witnessing the whole things unraveled between you and Shaun.

You can hear Shaun clears his throat before you look to the side awkwardly.

Katy groans as she rolls her eyes. “You two are so fucking stupid I swear. Thank God you finally have the balls to do it,” she says as she eyes you then at Shaun. “If I have to hear him going off about how your skin glows underneath the golden sun, I’m going to stab someone,” she says as leads both of you back to the bar area.

“You seriously said that about me?”

“It was one time.”

“No, no, no. It was multiple times. MULTIPLE” She interjects, making you chuckle softly while Shaun just blushes deeply.

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if-mirrormine · 3 years ago

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Imagine the awkwardness of an oblivious & tipsy MC trying to matchmake Grayson with the spin the bottle guy

you mean like this?

grayson doesn't know how but their game of spin the bottle had turned into a game of truth or dare. he's been painfully sober the entire night, being the designated driver, and he's found out the hard way that games with drunk people aren't fun at all when you're not drunk yourself.

mc, on the other hand, seems to be having enough fun for the both of them. a dopey smile on their face and a plastic cup in hand, filled with rum and coke as far as he can tell, they sit cross legged beside him, buzzing with anticipation as the bottle is spun once more. he smiles to himself as the bottle slows to a stop, pointing to his best friend and they let out an excited "yes!".

"alright, mc, your turn," says erica, the girl who had just moments before had dared one of their friends to chug an entire bottle of vodka and is probably just as drunk, if not more.

he catches mc's eye and immediately regrets it when an evil smile erupts on their face. "grayson," they start. "truth or dare?"

if it were another night, another party, it wouldn't matter to grayson which he'd choose. but right now, he can't risk choosing truth, not when there's a chance mc could find out how he really feels. so he does what he knows will come back to haunt him and he chooses dare.

mc's face lights up in delight. "i was hoping you'd go for dare," they say before using their drink to gesture towards him. "i dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven with jake!"

swallowing his groan, grayson turns to look at the man in question. the man who he just so happened to share his first kiss with during the shortly lived game of spin the bottle.

jake gives him a shy smile and shrugs his shoulders, and grayson resigns himself to his fate, knowing that any kind of protest from him would only result in both of them being shoved in the closet by a horde of drunkards. he sighs, climbs to his feet and follows the other man to the nearest closet. let's get this over with.

the closet is cramped, packed with all sorts of jackets and coats and grayson finds himself pressed against jake's side as they once more sit on the floor.

"never thought i'd end up back in the closet," jake quips. "let alone willingly."

grayson chuckles. "it's a lot more cramped than i imagined it would be."

the other man gives him a soft smile. "we don't have to do anything," jake says reassuringly and grayson notes that he speaks with a distinct clarity that their fellow party goers lack. in fact, he doesn't think he's seen him drink anything other than water the whole night.

"thanks," he replies, his voice quiet. "and sorry you got dragged into this. mc's made it their life mission to find me someone to date."

"ah." jake nods before glancing between him and the door. "let me guess; the only person you want to date is them?"

grayson makes a move to argue but is quickly met with a knowing stare. "am i that obvious?"

he shrugs. "a little. but i'm pretty sure everyone's too drunk to notice."

"too bad they can't be drunk forever," he mumbles.

"you don't plan on telling them? ever?"

it's now grayson's turn to shrug. "i don't want to risk losing them over a stupid crush."

"i don't think it's stupid... or a crush for that matter. and what if they feel the same?"

he sighs. he's thought about this before - probably too much - and he's always come back to conclusion that if the mc liked him in that way even a little, they'd have done something by now. but then again, neither has he for the better half of three years.

he glances up at jake and is met with sympathetic eyes. "i think i'd rather sit in silence for the next couple minutes," he says. "if that's okay with you."

jake only smiles in return. "sure."

the remaining four minutes pass by agonisingly slow and grayson can't contain his sigh of relief when a knock sounds at the door.

"times up, love birds!" mc calls. "you can come out now."

the two of them rise to their feet, careful to not knock their heads together. jake is the first to reach for the door handle but instead of turning it, he glances up at him. "think about it," he says, his face earnest. "telling them. no matter the outcome, i think you'd be a lot happier if you did."

grayson remains rooted to the floor even after jake has stepped out the closet. he thinks about their conversation. he thinks about mc and how he feels about them, and he thinks the possibility of rejection. the thing is, he used to think of that as one of many possible outcomes of telling them his true feelings. now? he believes it to be the only one.

#this just in #alli still doesnt know how to end drabbles properly #more at 6 #(also if you find a spelling mistake)#(no you didnt)#mm: grayson #mirror mine #message received☎️#anonymous

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omg-imatotalmess · 3 years ago

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Love and Ridiculously Expensive Champagne

Hey guys! So, I'm tipsy, got to thinking, and this spawned from my brain. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, no specific gendered pronouns, but the reader is wearing a dress

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Since when did you drink champagne? Especially the horrifically expensive kind that the Malfoy's served at their parties. The kind that would cost you a month's rent for a single bottle. Probably more than a month's rent. You couldn't find it in you to be concerned with the amount of money you'd just tipped down your throat, though. Not when you could still feel the bubbles melting on your tongue and the soft, fruity flavor lingering on your lips. You were a little too tipsy and flushed from the drinks to care. All you were concerned about was some fresh air.

Stumbling through a pair of french doors, you savored the cool air that swept over your cheeks and neck. The feeling sobered you slightly. Just enough to take a look at where you'd ended up after wandering the maze of hallways. You found yourself in a part of the garden you'd never seen before. It looked straight out of a fairytale.

Wisteria hung all around you in a thick curtain, making it seem as though you'd stepped into another world entirely. An overgrown path of mossy stones led you through the soft blues and purples until you came across an ivy-covered gazebo. The whole place seemed to be glowing, but the light from the gazebo was warmer. It called you to it. And you were in no position to argue with it.

"What the hell are you doing here, (L/N)?" a voice spat from inside.

"I needed some air. It's stuffy inside," you replied.

"Now you've got it. Leave."

"What if I don't wanna, Mr. Mysterious Voice," you said. A man's face appeared over the railing, scowling at you. Blonde hair fell across his forehead in a way that would have been much more attractive if he hadn't been giving you such a mean look. But, once you realized who you were looking at, you weren't surprised.

"Oh, hello, Draco," you giggled.

"You're drunk." Disbelief colored his statement in a way that made you want to laugh at him.

"A little," you said, pinching your fingers together just shy of touching and swaying gently in the perfumed breeze.

"'A little'," he mocked, "You're practically incapable of standing on your own two feet."

"Then maybe you should ask me to sit."

"Am I going to have to carry you up the steps?" he asked condescendingly.

"No," you laughed. Though, as you started up the steps, you realized you might have been a little hasty in your decision. The stairs seemed to be moving on their own. Moving stairs were incredibly hard to climb, but you managed well enough. Until the last step anyway.

The stair tipped sideways under your foot just enough to trip you up. In an attempt to correct for the way the stair moved, you fell forward while trying not to get caught up in your dress. You were pretty sure it was the most graceless thing you'd ever done. Breaking your face on the floor would just be the icing on the cake. But, then, you weren't falling anymore. Finally, you registered two strong hands holding you by your forearms. Looking up, you found Draco watching you.

He held you like that for a long time. It seemed that way anyway. His hands squeezed just above your wrists gently as he stared down at you with an expression just shy of familiar. Something between his usual glare and a look you couldn't quite place. Either way, you really didn't mind. Blowing a lock of hair out of your face, you smiled up at him. A light pink dusted his cheeks momentarily before he fully steadied you and let go.

"Thank you," you said once he righted you.

"Don't thank me just yet. I still might shove you down them later," he groused.

"Doubt it," you said as he planted himself on the floor just under where you'd seen him earlier.

"You seem awfully sure of that," he said.

"I am."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"You'll be just as drunk as I am by the time you think to do it," you giggled, gesturing to the half-empty bottle of champagne at his side.

"Shut up," he grumbled, smiling slightly.

Grinning, you sat beside him, pressed together from shoulder to hip in a way you would have never considered had you been sober. But you weren't sober, and Draco wasn't complaining. A comfortable silence stretched between you for a long while. Neither of you moved, nor did you want to. You wanted to enjoy the fairytale garden, the lingering taste of champagne, and Draco's body heat. It wasn't until he took a long drink from the bottle that you broke the silence.

"So, what are we drinking to?" you asked, turning to look at the side of his face. Not for the first time, you noticed how pretty he was. He was even prettier when he wasn't scowling.

"Nothing," he said.

"You've gotta drink to something otherwise you're just an alcoholic," you said, lips tilting into a mischievous smile.

"That might just be the stupidest thing that's ever come out of your mouth, (L/N)," he snorted, but there was no bite behind the words.

"Says you," you said.

"Alright, then what exactly were you drinking to all night?" he asked, looking a little smug.

"To wasting your inheritance on ridiculously expensive champagne," you teased.

"Classy," he said, sounding unimpressed.

"Okay, okay, for real," you giggled, "I was drinking to being in love."

Draco went quiet for a little while, taking another long drink from the bottle in his hand. You almost thought he was angry from the way he slammed it down, but when he looked at you, his face was just sad. Or disappointed. Wracking your muddled brain, you tried to find the cause but came up empty. He'd been almost friendly with you just a second ago. Leaning over, you took the bottle from his hand and held it up in a mock toast.

"To you, me, and expensive champagne," you said, taking a swig. The warmth swept over you immediately, leaving the lingering fruity taste again. You smiled at Draco, bumping your knees together in a friendly way.

"What happened to drinking to being in love?" he snapped, snatching the bottle back.

"Hm? Oh, I was trying to...summon it. But it didn't work very well," you sighed.

"Of course it didn't," he said into the drink.

"Unless you have something you want to tell me," you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

It wasn't until Draco started hacking and sputtering that you realized you probably shouldn't have said that. At least not mid-drink. You didn't think it was worth that reaction, but then again, Draco was awfully dramatic. Pounding him on the back a couple times, you tried not to laugh. You didn't succeed, but the thought was there.

"You're supposed to drink it," you said.

"Shut up," he wheezed. You let him be while he got his breath back save for rubbing his back lightly. After a minute, his breathing evened out, but his face stayed pink.

"So, there is something you wanna tell me!" you laughed.

"Shut up."

"Maybe that you're madly in love with me--"

"Shut up."

"You spend all your time thinking about being mine--"

"Shut up."

"You just wanna kiss me stu--mhph!"

Before you could carry on with any more of your giggling taunts, Draco silenced you with a kiss. A messy, off-center, awkwardly angled kiss. It was probably the worst kiss you'd ever received. And god, did you love it. Your only complaint was that he pulled away too soon.

"And if I am madly in love with you? What then, (Y/N)?" he asked.

"Then I was drinking for the right reason," you said.

"Be serious," he said.

"Just kiss me, Draco." And he did.

Hauling you into his lap by your skirt, he pressed his lips against yours like it was the only thing he'd ever wanted to do. His hands roamed over you like he was trying to touch all of you at once. One hand curved around your waist while the other stroked your cheek clumsily. Raking your fingers through his hair, you deepened the kiss. The lingering fruity flavor mixed with the feeling of Draco's tongue swiping over your bottom lip was more intoxicating than the champagne had ever hoped to be. You couldn't get enough. And, from the little groan that slipped from the back of his throat, you guessed he felt the same way.

When you managed to pry yourself away for air, you took the opportunity to really look at him. He looked a little dazed and ruffled with his hair standing on end and kiss bruised lips, but so damn pretty.

"Let's go steal another bottle and find somewhere comfy," you said.

"What will we be drinking to?" Draco asked, smiling as he struggled to his feet.

"To love and ridiculously expensive champagne."

"I like the sound of that," he said, kissing your cheek and leading you back through the wisteria.

#I'm tipsy #leave me alone #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x reader fluff #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy oneshot #draco #harry potter #harry potter imagine #hp

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enhypia · 3 years ago

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JW ; bestfriends to lovers

bestfriends to lovers answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: yang jungwon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

words: roughly 1.1k

masterlist ⸺ series masterlist

~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - jungwon speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and jungwon speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

hi i'm jungwon

and i'm (y/n)

and we're bestfriends besties

okay one more time

we're bestfriends to lovers!

*they high-five

[you guys were invited here today as bestfriends turned lovers for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]

we were

i had to convince jungwon a little bit because he's a lightweight

i am not

you can just answer the questions instead of drinking anyway

i hope you get hard ones so you get drunk

*(y/n) :P

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

*both nod

[how did you guys become bestfriends?]

our parents forced us, we were threatened

*they laugh

no, our parents are friends and they had this little get-together and they brought their children with

yeah, that's why we were forced to interact

it was better than listening to our parents and not relating to anything

and they got so happy seeing us interacting that we were just always brought to their hangouts

[what was your first impression of each other?]

that jungwon wouldn't hesitate to kick my ass

you weren't wrong

i know. his eyes are very expressive, and i thought he hated me the first time we met

i did

sucks to suck then cause you're dating me now

*jungwon sighs deeply

*(y/n) :O

i thought they were shy

I AM ?!@#

uh huh keep telling yourself that honey

*(y/n) !!??!?

[how about we officially start the game now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jungwon wins

*jungwon ohhhs after seeing the question

[was there a point where you wanted to end our friendship?]

why are we starting heavy already? gosh

sooo??

i'm answering. there wasn't?

WHY AREN'T YOU SURE??

becaUSE I HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU??? of course i didn't want just friendship, isn't that technically ending it? but from my understanding is end the friendship like completely cut ties off?

*interviewer nods

then no, there wasn't

*(y/n) quickly picks up the card and immediately laughs after reading the question

what? what is it

oh you better answer this cause even i don't know

[when did you start having feelings for me?]

*jungwon blushes and starts to pour a shot

yah!

i'm still answering! i just need this drink

*(y/n) laughs

i started liking you around prom....

*jungwon refuses to meet (y/n) widened eyes

that was almost 2 years ago?!@!

*jungwon ignores the claim

so you're telling me that we could've been together already two years ago ?!

*jungwon eyes widen and smirks

*(y/n) realizes their mistake

[so you already had a crush on me back then too?]

*(y/n) takes a shot sporting a blush and gives a pointed glare, then smiles innocently

i've liked you way before that darling, you just didn't notice

*jungwon.exe has stopped working

okay! next question

[have you ever been jealous of anyone who hit up on me?]

oh god, you wouldn't believe how much time i wasted constantly reminding myself that i have no right to be jealous

*jungwon laughs

what do they even see in you ugh

*he rolls his eyes

you're literally dating me

and what about it??

*jungwon :P

[have YOU ever been jealous of anyone who hit up on me?]

no why would i be?

damn thought for sure the reason you distanced yourself from me when-

*he clamps his hand on (y/n) mouth

we do not speak their name

*(y/n) laughs and pushes jungwon's hand off their face then picks up a card

[question for both: was it scary falling for your bestfriend]

*both share a look and takes a shot

it was terrifying. because you're risking this once in a lifetime friendship and bond you know? that's why i tried really hard to suppress what i was feeling because i couldn't stand the idea of loosing all those just because i liked the person.

*jungwon takes a shot making (y/n) laugh

it was super scary since we've been beside each other for years and i'd rather deal with the unrequited love?? because not having them by my side would be more painful than that

*(y/n) drinks

*both giggle because they're getting tipsy by drinking even though they still answer the question

[who confessed first? how did you guys get together?]

i confessed first. my parents were thinking of moving and i was panicking because i'd have to leave everything behind and in my head i didn't want to leave without jungwon knowing what i felt for him, so i just went 'fuck it, i wont see him again anytime soon anyway' and confessed.

and then they RAN straight home right after, i couldn't even reply??

I WAS SCARED GIVE ME A BREAK

yeah but they forgot that i literally have a key to their house, so i just went there and confessed as well.

and it turns out, we weren't moving, so tada, here we are

we got together after like a week since the confession

jungwon got jealous of-

*he puts a finger to (y/n) mouth to shush them

no❤️

*(y/n) chuckles

what's important is that i love you, you're mine and i am yours, period.

*(y/n).exe is malfunctioning because of jungwon's boldness and drinks

sorry, he gets more straightforward when intoxicated

im intoxicated, not drunk, so my words are true

*(y/n) can't fight the heavy blush appearing on their face

i swear if you don't shut off i will fight you

no you can't, you love me

*(y/n) deadpans and suddenly stares at jungwon lovingly

*pokemon jungwon is paralyzed!

i do, i love you so much.

*he squeaks and tries to hide the blush on his face

*(y/n) bursts out laughing

[last question, how does it feel being in a relationship with your bestfriend?]

it's amazing and kind of scary actually, jungwon knows me so well, and too well, so i can't escape anything from him. whenever i don't feel the best he just knows already without me saying anything. i'm thankful honestly, because he's always there ever since, the bonus now is just i get unlimited kisses and affection

*jungwon rolls his eyes

it's,,, comfortable ?? it's like the safety and comfort home brings. i just feel so understood and loved, sometimes i wonder if i really deserve all these but like (y/n), i'm just grateful that i have them with me.

*everyone in the room aww'ed making them laugh

*jungwon and (y/n) takes one last shot and waved to the camera

and CUT!

»————-　♡　————-«

bonus: youtube comments

a/n: im so hapi that the series masterlist is getting notes huhu tysm <33 i hope you like this one, ive always imagined jungwon as someone who flusters people but you can easily fluster him back, esp if you're his s/o, i'll try to create the rest of the members' as quickly as i can :>>

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen series #enhypen fluff #yang jungwon #jungwon #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon fluff #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon imagines #jungwon scenarios #speak or shot #enhypen x gender neutral reader

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Lost Years

Summary - After spending five years in LA, Dean comes back to Lawrence and meets up with his bestfriend or rather his then bestfriend. Y/N isn't exactly happy on seeing Dean either. Will he be able to fix his strained relationship with her?

Pairing - Rockstar!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - Cheesy fluff, angst, mentions of unrequited love, mentions of divorce, parents separation, drinking, bad dates, kissing, unprotected sex 18+ (wrap it before you tap it), p in v smut, oral sex (fem receiving), sex in the Impala.

WC - 5.3k+ (....oops)

Square filled - Angst ( @girl-next-door-writes ) and “Why the fuck would you laugh at that?” ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - This is my submission to @downanddirtydean's 500 followers writing challenge (Congratulations again, Lyd). Prompt is in bold.

This is an AU. Flashbacks are in Italics.

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 (Thank you so much, hon) and thank you to @whatareyousearchingfordean for giving this a read and leaving some valuable comments❤️

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Fuckin’ brilliant!” A weary exclamation left the woman's mouth as she read the text displayed on the device's screen in her hand.

There was a very significant reason why she didn't believe in blind dates, but Jo had been stubborn and insistent. And with Valentine's Day approaching, Y/N didn't want to spend the day in her pjs, crying over The Notebook again. So she had agreed to give a chance to Jo’s friend, or to be more precise, her friend's cousin. His name was Gabriel, and from what she had heard from her mutual friend circle, he seemed to be a decent guy.

But now all she wanted was to go back in time and change her decision to give into Jo’s request, because looking at the empty chair in front of her, she regretted allowing her friend to even try to interfere in her love life.

She signaled the waiter to bring over her check after downing the entire glass of wine. The restaurant was quite busy tonight. It was packed with people on this fine Saturday evening - from lovestruck couples to families with crying kids, Y/N found herself feeling quite lonely as she had stupidly waited on her date to show up for such a long time. Heat crept up her neck in embarrassment when the waiter showed up, the latter’s eyes filled with sympathy as Y/N paid the price of her drink.

Within no time, she was out of the restaurant.

Glancing down at her green dress, she swore under her breath. She tried to book a cab to return to the comfort of her home when her eyes caught the glowing signboard of The Roadhouse right around the corner of the street. The only thing she could think of was to get black-out drunk now. Y/N, still in her high heels, trudged down the path to Ellen’s bar.

Dressed up all for nothing. Rolling her eyes at herself, she went inside the establishment, heading straight towards the counter and taking a seat there. Like any other weekend nights, the place was stuffed. Y/N let her eyes trail over the many patrons of the dingy bar, landing finally on the middle-aged brunette who ran the place

“Ellen!” She called out to the woman.

“Hey, honey,” she approached Y/N, all the while glaring daggers at the drunk she had just previously been arguing with, “A bit overdressed for this place, don't ya think?”

“Your daughter is officially fired from matchmaking services,” Y/N sighed.

“Boy troubles, huh? What can I get ya, hon?” Sympathy was evident in Ellen’s eyes as she spoke. Y/N was as much of a daughter to her as Jo was. The girl had been through so much heartbreak, all Ellen wanted was to see a smile on her face.

“The usual,” Y/N gave a sad smile.

“Rough night indeed, huh?” She raised an eyebrow. The woman in question shrugged defeatedly. Ellen patted her arm in comfort before she left her to arrange for her drink, leaving Y/N to wallow in self-pity.

She thought back to when her life had taken such a traumatic turn. All her friends were either getting engaged, married, or popping out kids. But not Y/n... she was in her late twenties now, and she couldn't even find herself an eligible man.

Ellen pushed the glass towards her. Sighing, she picked it up as she admired the liquid in it. She drank slowly, every sip creating a burning sensation at the back of her throat. Fingers still wrapped around the glassware, she set it down, looking around the bar. The place was filled with mad chatters and howling laughs along with the music blasting from the stereo placed on the deck inside the room, a stark contrast to how lonely she felt. She signaled Ellen for another round, who nodded before giving her that sad understanding smile Y/N was now starting to hate. Frowning, she dropped her head and exhaled.

“Sweetheart, where did that pretty smile for yours go?” Y/N was quickly pulled out from her daze by a very familiar voice; a voice she hadn't heard in a few years. It couldn't be him, he was supposed to be in LA!

“Ella?” The term of endearment brought back dozens of memories, some good and some bad, but all were about him - the freckled face teenage boy with dirty blonde hair and eyes as green as the forest in the summertime she had once fallen for. It brought up the painful memory of their first meet which she had tried to forget so hard.

She remembered the day of their first drama practice when Dean had grudgingly walked into the room. He had reluctantly agreed to play the Prince in the Cinderella act after Cas who was supposed to be the Prince had accidentally ended up with a broken leg. He didn’t know her name, so he had called her ‘Ella’ to get her attention which was the start of their epic friendship.

Y/N didn't dare to turn around to look at him, after all, he wasn't the scrawny teenager from Lawrence anymore. He was now the lead singer and guitarist of a popular rock band with a fancy name and songs that were in the top ten of Billboard music charts. Yes, she did keep up with his rising fame, sometimes even listening to one of his songs before she was once again reminded of the heartbreak he had caused.

“You can't even look at me.” His voice was barely a whisper but loud enough for her to hear as he slid into the stool beside her.

Gathering enough courage, she raised her head. “Dean.” His name rolled off her tongue so easily, but her heart ached for the past. Dean cracked a smile at her as his emerald eyes did not leave hers once. It was as if he was memorizing every tiny detail of her face and if anyone would've asked him, he would've replied that he was.

Y/N hadn't changed much over the years he had spent in LA. She was still the same girl he had first met in school and the last time he had seen her at their graduation. She was a shy girl but they had clicked instantly. Growing up, she was his best friend, his person, his escape.

“Dean Winchester has walked into my bar. Must be my lucky day!” Ellen’s voice thundered across the room, grabbing the attention of a few intoxicated people. “How's LA treating you, boy?”

“Ellen! It's awesome to see you again.” A grin broke out on Dean's face as he jumped out of his seat and pulled the lady into a bear hug. “LA’s pretty okay. It is as good as the industry can be.”

“Heard some of your songs, I knew you had the talent,” Ellen said, jabbing her finger into his chest to prove her point. “Now what can I get ya? On the house.”

“A beer will be just fine. Don't want to show up to the Winchester house drunk!” He chuckled.

“Alright, coming right up. Y/N, honey, you want another round or a glass of water?” The lady asked.

“I'll be leaving in a few. Glass of water it is, El.” She replied but was then interrupted by Dean.

“One drink, with me. It's on me, Ella.” There it was again, that fucking name. A few years ago, that name would have made her cheeks heat up but now, it just made her blood boil. She clenched her hand into fists, tears pricking at her eyes as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Do not call me that.” She hissed, surprising Dean. Y/N turned towards the man, finally taking a good look at him. He had changed a lot, had become more handsome but LA had not modified his clothing style because he was still wearing his signature flannel and jeans accompanied by a jacket. She wondered how many girls had stopped him for a picture or an autograph on his way back to Lawrence, jealousy seeping into her. She hated the way he still had that effect on her.

“Y/N-” She knew what he was going to say. ‘I am sorry’, but she wasn't ready to forgive him now, if ever.

“No. Don't.” She stopped him mid-sentence, hands digging into her purse as she pulled out the money for her drinks, dropping them on the counter.

“El, I am going home.” Ellen, who was silently watching their whole exchange, nodded her head before asking, “Want me to call a cab for you?”

“No. I'm going to crash at your place. I need to have a word with Jo.” Y/N said since it was near impossible for her to walk back to her house, considering she was quite tipsy and still in heels, but she also didn't want to wait until the woman called a cab with Dean Winchester anywhere nearby. After getting her belongings, she got out of the barstool and left the place on wobbly legs. Her feet would no doubt be screaming in pain the next day.

Stepping out, she inhaled deeply, letting a few tears fall as the cool air hit her face. After their graduation, Y/N had sworn she would try her best to forget the older Winchester. She wasn't quite successful in her aim, because many times she would come across his gorgeous face on the cover of a magazine or his song would be playing on the radio, striking up old memories of their time spent together in high school.

Still lost in her thoughts, she took a step forward, only to misjudge the cobblestone path and end up losing her balance. She braced herself for the impending fall but was saved by a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist.

“Watch your step, sweetheart,” Dean said, letting her down gently. “Lemme see, did you hurt your ankle?” He went down on his knees in front of her, pulling a low gasp out of her as he examined her feet.

“Were you following me?” Y/N gritted out those words.

“No.” He shook his head but she clearly saw through the lie.

“I’m fine. You can go now.” She said, her eyes looking everywhere but the man.

“Come on, don't be so stubborn. Get in the car, I'll drop you off at your house or Jo’s place if you want.” He said looking up, trying to catch her eyes but she was adamant about not giving him that satisfaction. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, lips quivering before she answered.

“Leave me alone.” She muttered, a tear running down her cheek. All that preparation for not breaking down in front of Dean and her body still betrayed her. The man got up. Y/N noticed that he was now wearing a cap, probably to hide from any bystander who might recognize him.

“Y/N/N, I-” Dean was at a loss of words. He hated seeing her so heartbroken and he loathed himself for being the cause of it. He tried to reach out and hold her hand but she recoiled back, making him wince. “Please, Ella.”

“Stop calling me that, Winchester. How many times do I have to repeat that?” Her voice came out as a little whine, making Dean chuckle. He missed it - her tone, the timbre, the intensity in her pitch, and the words it said, which used to be his voice of reason; he missed his best friend. “Why the fuck would you laugh at that? I am not doing stand up comedy out here.” Y/N was still the strong-headed girl he adored.

“You'll probably hurt yourself if you walk in those heels again with how tipsy you are right now. Get in the car, I know you missed cruising around the town in Baby because she missed you for sure.” And that thankfully got the exact reaction out of her that he had anticipated. She finally looked right at him, her face lit up at the pretense of seeing the beloved black car again.

“I thought she was in LA with you.” Y/N said and then it dawned on her, “Did you drive across the States?”

“Damn right I did!” He beamed in reply like he had won a trophy, his heart swelling with happiness when he saw the smile forming on her face mixed with awe and surprise. He still had to go a long way to get her back, but he had to take baby steps. At least he managed to make her smile. “So? Want to go out, just like the old times?”

The smile instantly disappeared from Y/N’s lips and Dean knew he fucked up right then. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the good ol’ days. “Sweetheart, I'm sorry-”

“Just drop me off at Jo’s. That's it.” She said, lowering her gaze. He waved her over to the direction where his car was parked. Y/N started to walk along as Dean wordlessly followed her.

Y/N felt a wave of nausea hit her. She didn't do well in social gatherings and this was her graduation ceremony. One wrong step, one wrong word, or a wardrobe malfunction, and the day could turn into a disaster in an instant.

“Honey, you're gonna be excellent out there! We're all very proud of you.” Mary said while hugging Y/N tightly as they both waited on the former's older son to come downstairs who was running late, as usual. She had grown incredibly close to the Winchester family over the years. They were her rock, especially Dean who was there with her at every step as she went through the separation of her parents.

“Are you and John going to join my parents at the ceremony? Someone needs to stop them before they end up killing each other.” She grimaced.

“Isn't this going to be the first time they are together in one single room, since their….you know-” Sam asked as he came out of the kitchen, a green smoothie in his hands. Dean might have been her best friend, her confidante, but Sam was the little brother she never thought she needed.

“First get that green drink outta my sight, I already feel like I'm gonna throw up. Second, you can speak about the divorce. It's not taboo and it was a long time coming. Everyone knew that.” Y/N reluctantly said. The separation of her parents might have been foreseeable but, nevertheless, it still hurt her to see her parents walkout in two separate ways once the divorce was finalized. The house had become much quieter these days which she was thankful for but she also felt the evident absence of her father.

“Mom and Dad will definitely be there!” Dean announced loudly as he came down the stairs. “Come on let's go. Don't wanna be late for our own graduation ceremony!” She could always count on him to make her day better.

“I should have told you.”

“W-what?” Y/N asked dumbfoundedly as Dean’s gruff voice broke her out of the reverie and pulled her back to reality. A minute passed when she noticed even if his hands were on the steering, he wasn't driving anymore.

“This-” she looked out of the window, “this isn't Jo’s place.”

“No, this is our place,” Dean said.

“Dean.” This was the last place she wanted to be at, let alone be here with Dean. It had taken every ounce of her strength to not run back to this place over the past few years whenever she missed her best friend, only to realize that he had left her in the dust on his path to fame and didn't care about her as much as she used to think. Too many memories were attached to this particular place.

“I missed this, Y/N.” He said, killing the engine and slowly opening the door on his side. Y/N understood what he was trying to do and her mind screamed at her in protest to not follow him but her heart told her to follow the man it belonged to.

Dean finally stepped out of the car and walked over to the closed door on her side. She opened the door herself before he could and stepped out as well with a huff. The place was the same as it ever was. “I haven't been here since graduation.” She blurted out.

“I should have told you,” Dean said as they started to walk to their spot. Y/N chose to remain quiet. “Ella, please say somethin’.”

“I am not your Ella anymore, Dean. Stop calling me that.” She said but this time it wasn't a whine, instead, she yelled it out. She was sick and tired of yearning for the man who had broken her heart several years ago and now she was scared that he was gonna leave her once again.

“You'll always be my Ella.” He said.

“The Prince didn't lie to Cinderella and leave her behind but you- it hurts me to remember how close we were then. You left me without even a simple goodbye, so no, I am not your Ella anymore.” She flinched when he reached out for her.

He had stopped walking now and so had she. Dean moved closer to her before standing exactly in front of her. His hands lightly traced her jaw as she looked up at him. She looked just as enchanting under the moonlight as he remembered. He cupped her face in his hands, thumbs gently caressed her cheeks. She had given up fighting herself now, driven only by instinct. All the walls that she had put up came crumbling down with one touch of his.

“Why do you think I didn't say goodbye to you?” Dean whispered.

“Maybe all the years that we spent together meant nothing to you.” Her voice was like a melody to his ears but the words broke his heart even further.

“Because it was too damn hard. When RC Records called me up three days before graduation, you were the first person I wanted to tell, but I couldn't, ‘cause if I did, I wouldn't have made it to where I am right now.” He said, not a trace of mirth on his face.

“I wouldn't have held you back.” It was simple. Y/N always wanted to stay in Lawrence and look over her mother's bakery shop, and that's what she ended up doing. She now owned the shop and her business was thriving. Dean had wanted to become a singer ever since he was ten when he was forced to play the Prince, opposite to Y/N’s lead. He had found his passion and she had always encouraged it, even when John had strongly protested against him choosing music as his major. “You know I always supported you.”

“I know that, but thinking about not seeing you every day made me not want to go. I kept imagining you upset and that's why I didn't have it in me to tell you about my break.” He said. Y/N grabbed his hands pushing them away from her face.

“You ended up making me sad anyway. So why the fuck are you back?” She was enraged.

“Ella-” Dean tried to come closer but she stepped back, “I came to see my family.”

“Then why are you wasting your time here with me?”

“Because you're the most important person in my life and every day I spent away from you, you were the only person on my mind.” Dean smiled.

“What?”

“You were the first thought when I woke up and the last thought when I went to sleep.” He said and pulled her close when she finally stopped fighting. “I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. I know I am late and probably missed my chance, but five years in LA have taught me to take the risks. I love you, Ella.”

“I can't-” Dean’s smile felt but he quickly recovered.

“I-I understand.” He let out a dry chuckle, “You got a man back at home waiting for you. He sure is one lucky bastard.”

“No. You do not fucking understand! You are just so in your head, it's just-” She flailed her arms around in utter frustration. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to move on? I have been on so many dates but no man was ever enough for me, all because of your sorry ass! The Graduation Day - I knew you always thought of me as your best friend, so I had decided to ask you out myself,”

“Y/N-”

“No, let me finish. You have to fucking listen about how much pain you put me through these five years! The next day, I went to your house only to hear from your parents that you were on your way to LA. I fucking hate you!” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I fucking hate how much I still love you, Dean!”

His eyes widened in surprise as he kept opening and closing his mouth like a damn fish. He was unable to form a coherent sentence and so he cupped Y/N’s cheeks in his big, warm hands once more, but now he dipped down, tilting his face and pulling her in for a kiss. His teeth grazed her bottom lips, making her moan into his mouth. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks as she found herself completely enamored by him. Her hands snuck to the back of his neck as she steadied herself. Her knees buckled under his hypnotic touch as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, her whole body tingled and toes curled up as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth.

“De,” Y/N tried to catch her breath when Dean finally let go of her lips, already missing the feel of her on him.

His hands traveled down her body, making her gasp aloud at the feel. He lowered his mouth as he started to leave a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “Dean, please. Don't.” Her three short words made him stop.

“Alright.” He gulped.

“I don't want to get my heart broken again, Winchester, I don't think I can survive it again.” Y/N knew he would return to LA within a week, and so she didn't want to take this any further. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me, right?”

“I won't. I am not going back.” Y/N looked at him, surprise evident in her eyes, “I don't care about my career anymore. Five years without you was like living in hell and my bandmates are probably so tired of hearing how much I missed you. I will write my songs from here in Lawrence if it means that I'll be closer to you.”

“You would do that for me?” She asked sincerely.

“I would. I was a stupid kid back then but now I have realized that nothing's more important to me than you. I don't want to lose my Ella ever again.” He said, “I'm sorry for taking so long to understand that. There is no way-” His words were cut off as Y/N captured his lips with her own. The sudden kiss caught him off guard but he quickly pulled himself together to kiss her back. “Shit, Y/N-” he gasped when he felt his dick twitch. He picked her up in quick motion and went towards the car. Y/N giggled when her back lightly collided with Baby’s door. Dean dropped his head, nipping at the pulse point on her neck.

“Dean-” She moaned, which was better than any music he had ever made as his hands slipped under her dress, his fingers hovering over her soaked panties. Her thighs clenched in anticipation.

“You have no idea how long I dreamt of having you. You're soaked, sweetheart. ” He huskily said, his fingers hooking on the waistband of her cotton panties. “Tell me to stop and I will, in a heartbeat. No questions.”

“N-no. Don't stop.” Y/N cooed. Dean dragged down her panties which pooled at her feet. He picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket. Thankfully, there was no one around but the thrill of being out in the open with Dean got her even more hot and bothered. Her hands grasped onto his biceps tightly so that she wouldn't topple over when Dean slipped a finger into her tight pussy. Her mouth fell open, her head dropping on his shoulder as he started pumping slowly, every drag of his finger pushing her closer to the edge.

Dean felt his pants tighten as he heard the sweet moan of his name leave her lips. Her raspy voice was one he could hear all day long, her heavy pants tickling his skin. With one hand he unbuckled his belt, trying to relieve himself a little, but when a cry of pleasure left her lips as he slipped in another finger, he hoped that he wouldn't cream his pants like a freaking teenage boy.

Y/N felt the coil in her stomach tighten as she inched towards her climax. Dean quickened his pace, curling his fingers inside her and brushing her g-spot, each time eliciting a low moan out of her. “Dean….” She couldn't form any coherent words other than chanting his name over and over again and a moment later, the coil snapped as she felt herself coming undone. He delicately pulled his fingers out of her, which were covered in her juice. Dean reached behind her, yanking the door open as he nudged her to go in. She readily obliged and slid into the seat with shaky legs. He climbed into the backseat after her, closing the door behind him.

Her dress had ridden up her thigh, exposing her glistening pussy. Dean’s eyes darkened at the sight before him as he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere in the front. He pushed her dress further up. She raised her hands as he successfully got her out of the garment and unhooked her bra. Y/N moved further back into the seat, her back resting against the door on the other side as Dean started to leave kisses down her body.

“Have you ever thought about this? ‘Cause I did, every freaking day.” Dean asked, kissing the valley between her breasts, the rumble of his voice sending shivers down her spine.

“E-every time I touched myself, I thought of you.” She said, gasping out loud at every word when his mouth found her breasts and started to suck on the soft skin, flicking a nipple with his tongue and twirling the other within his fingers.

“Oh-” Dean raised his head to look at her before he moved south, “Did you think about me between your legs just like this-” He said as he left kisses along her thigh, his stubble creating soft burns on her skin in its wake that she would definitely remember. He finally stopped at her nether regions, his hot breath fanning against her throbbing pussy. “Did you think about me tasting you like this?”

Y/N threw her head back in pleasure when his mouth latched onto her sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking at her aching nub. Her hands traveled down to his head, her fingers getting tangled up in his soft hair and pulled at the strands, making him groan.

“Fuck-” She exclaimed as Dean hungrily devoured her, his tongue repeatedly assaulting her sensitive pussy, sucking needily on her bundle of nerves. Y/N threw her head back in pleasure as she felt the coil in your stomach tighten before a wave of pleasure washed over her. “Shit!” She gasped as Dean’s tongue lapped her juices hungrily.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so good.” He panted before he unbuttoned his pants pushing them down along with his boxers, freeing his erection sprung from his confines. “Son of a bitch, I don’t have-” Y/N sensed his uneasiness.

“I’m on the pill.” She smirked as she stared at his toned body.

“Well, I’m clean.” She reached out to touch his stomach, hands then traveling down to his length. Dean dropped his head, biting down on his lips, “Y/N-” He pushed her hands away, smirking as he ran his hand along his hardened cock, giving it a few strokes, the tip beaded with precum. He looked at Y/N once and lined himself with her dripping entrance when she gave him a nod to go ahead.

His swollen tip teasingly nudged at her opening before he pushed himself into her.

“Shit Y/N-” Dean grunted, simultaneously as Y/N hissed out at the painful sensation at the beginning as he pushed himself into her, letting her adjust around his size before she told him to move. He circled his hips as he slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside her, before pushing back in again, deeper than before.

“Holy fuck-” Y/N moaned out when he quickened his pace, hitting her g-spot repeatedly with every thrust as they both inched towards their release. Dean kissed her as he continued to thrust deep into her, their breathing growing erratic, the windows of the chevy fogged up and the car filled with their groans and moans as they both chased their release. She hooked her arms at the small of his back as he started to nibble at her sweet spot. His hand moved south, his thumb rubbing circles on her clit which further edged her.

“Shit De!” Y/N cried out loud as her walls fluttered around his pulsating length when she felt herself coming undone. Dean’s thrusts became sloppy as he grunted into the crook of her neck before he spilled into her with one cry of her name, painting her walls with his seed. He dropped his head, trying to catch his breath before he gently pulled out.

“Fuck sweetheart.” Dean panted, beads of sweat lining his forehead as they both laid in each other’s arms, basking in the post-coital bliss. “Was this better than your fantasies? ‘Cause, ‘twas surely better than mine.” Dean smirked, reaching out to grab a piece of cloth to clean themselves up. “We should have done this sooner.”

“If only you hadn't been such a coward.” Y/n teased with a giggle.

“Your dumbass could have called me up. I wasted five years being one, terrified to hear how much you hate me.” He grumbled, cleaning up the mess on the seat. Honestly, she could have but she didn't ‘cause she was scared to hear the truth as well; that Dean had truly left her.

“So, you’re sayin’ we’re both a couple of dumbasses.” Y/N chuckled, putting on her bra.

“Your words, not mine.” Dean gave her a sly smirk. “The Winchester household will be so delighted, once they know I finally got my head out of my ass and looked at the beautiful woman right in front of me.” He was right in every sense. The Winchesters, all of them had always believed that those two would end up together. Everyone saw how in love they were except Y/N and Dean.

“Isn't it too early for the introduce-the-girlfriend-to-the-family thing?” She asked which got an eye roll out of the man. “Panties?”

“I don't have them.” Dean sneakily raised his hands.

“I saw you stuff them into your pocket.” He grabbed her dress from the front seat, throwing it at her.

“Put this on, or preferably, just don't.” He gave her a boyish smile, getting a raised eyebrow in reply, “Oh I'm not done with you. Gotta make up for the lost years, sweetheart.” Dean's eyes darkened at the thought as Y/N gulped, knowing she wouldn't be able to walk properly for weeks.

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ginjointsintheworld · 3 years ago

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I can’t believe New Amsterdam is finally, finally back today. It actually feels like it’s been years! What are some things that you would like to see happen between the ladies in the rest of the season? Realistic or not? I’m always holding out for a date or Lauren meeting Leyla’s family but I really want to see them cook together too and also just have an actual conversation about what went down but that seems like a long shot. I feel like if they get back together it’ll be referenced lightly and honestly I’m okay with that too. I miss them being lovesick and dorky it was the sweetest thing ever.

LESS THAN 24 HOURS TO GO ANON!!!!!!! it's been fun trying to fill the void with other shows and ships but nothing's hit like these two knuckleheads so thank god the show is finally back and we're getting a straight shot to the finale.

things i'd like to see?

from 4x16 specifically, tipsy/drunk!lauren openly pining over leyla TO leyla about how much she misses her while leyla looks on secretly charmed

shy tension era as lauren and leyla repair their relationship (though i'm always caught in a struggle between wanting them to get back together immediately and cashing in on that mildly slow, tip toe, feelings are still hopelessly there, burn).

a proper talk about their confrontation in 4x10 and leyla acknowledging that mayhaps she went too far by saying lauren tried to own her by providing food and shelter

leyla doing a rotation at UMI so we can get them working together again

a 'sooo.... are you still vegetarian?' talk

date night. yes. one of them asking the other on a date. PLEASE.

one of them using the 'five stars' line again as a little callback to their first meeting

speaking of callback, give the people a status update on their tree 2k22!!! i know leyla is dying to know if it's still alive

vanessa bloom appearance and either a) commenting on how happy lauren is in a way that vanessa can't remember, even from when they were children or b) if leyren haven't gotten back together yet, vanessa telling lauren to fight for leyla and lauren pushing back that she's 'ruined that relationship for good' and vanessa hitting back with an, 'i don't know, i have eyeballs and the way that she looks at you? there's still a chance'

but most importantly, just more sappy work wives with the occasional boxing match professional dispute content

this is more leyla focused but leyla shinwari getting the chief resident position from candelario so we don't have the muddy waters of lauren being involved but leyla getting what she deserves (no i don't care that chief resident is usually reserved for residents in their final year!)

i would beg on my hands and knees for lauren to meet leyla's mom/family but i think that's more of a s5 territory. but above all else, i miss their lovesick and dorky era too. they had such a good balance of being goofy, head over heels in love all the while maintaining that snarky, dry edge that keeps them both true to their characters. like yeah, they adore each other to the moon and back and look at the other like they hung the stars in the sky but they're also not afraid to be little dickheads to each other and that's a part of their relationship that they equally enjoy!!! we didn't get to bask in that long enough in 4a.

i'm trying not to put too much hopes and dreams onto the rest of the season other than the general blanket of lauren and leyla getting back together by the end of s4. tbh i don't even have a scenario in my head for what their 'getting back together' moment looks like. like you, i'd take it even if it was just a brief reference. although, that said, i think the writers have put these two through the wringer too much to not cash in on the payoff and make their reunion romantic and heartfelt. i haven't had a single clue about what kind of ride the writers are taking these two on since 4b BUT i am very, very optimistic that it'll all work out and they'll find their way back to each other. so for the most part, sitting back and waiting to see what comes our way.

#anon #asks

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kuronanox · 5 years ago

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Different views - Kensei Muguruma

"Stop being so shy and tell him!" Matsumoto encourages (Your Name) as she sighs and grabs a fistful of her hair. "I HATE MEN!" She screams as Kira nods in agreement and Shuhei sit across from them awkwardly.

"GO GO GO OR ELSE ILL TELL MUGURUMA TAICHO MYSELF!" Kira's flush face offers as he slams his hands on the table causing the sake to spill. "Oi! The drinks is expensive you know!" Shuhei lectures catching the small shot glasses in mid air. "WHAT ABOUT YOU KIRA?!" Matsumoto shouts grabbing his shirt and tugging him towards her. "Everyone knows how you feel about Hinamori!"

"Ya ya ya! NOO I don't want my death bed by Hitsugaya Taicho." He crosses his arms as Shuhei attempts to help a very drunk Kira sit up after. (Your Name) just watches the scene and sulks in the corner this night was suppose to be fun but the only ones having fun is Kira and Matsumoto. She sighs and thinks about how her and Kensei relationship turned to friends with benefit rather than a couple as she hoped for.

It was about a year and a half ago, it was the New Years Festival (Your Name) drank to much alcohol on a empty stomach not realizing how fast it was going to hit her. She was lit though, dancing with everyone and making new friends. She was so drunk she attempt to kiss Yumichika and he allowed his cheek since he was probably gay anyways. That's what her problem was, she was so open and lusty when she was drunk.

"Kiss?" She asks Matsumoto as she gave a kiss to her and Hinamori even snatching one from Renji. Of course his face got so red he had to walk away. "(Your Name) you can't go around and keep asking people for kisses." Kensei lectures her and sighs as she pouts and crossed her arms. "You are just upset that I didn't ask one from you." She jokes and he lightly hits her head. "No stupid, I'm not trying to catch anything."

"MY MOUTH IS CLEAN!" She shouted and joined Ikkaku in another round of a drinking game. By the end of the night everyone was pretty sauced and making their ways back to their barracks. (Your Name) saw that everyone was slowly going home and she decided that she needed to head back home or else she was going to black out.

"God damn I can barely stand." She whines using the wall for support looking around for help because everything was blurry. Kensei sets Shuhei and Mashiro in their rooms and goes back to the party to help other members of his squad just in case they were to drunk to get back. As he expected he catches (Your Name) trying to walk back home. "Come on." He offers his hand as she looks up at her captain and takes it. "Captain, I don't think I can walk." She slurs as he clicks his teeth and picks her up so she was on his back. "I guess this is how Yachiru feels everytime she's on Zaraki Taichos back." She half jokes and silently falls asleep on his back.

"Oi don't fall asleep, I don't know where you live." He says and looks to see she is fast asleep, he sighs and takes her back to his place. After placing her on a extra futon he had Kensei makes his own a little further from her.

After a few hours of deep slumber (Your Name) wakes up and looks at her surroundings, it was unfamiliar to her. She turns to her side and sees Kensei fast asleep. "Huh? I guess I blacked out. Awe Captain is going to kill me when I'm in better shape." She shrinks still kinda drunk from a couple hours ago.

'The moon is still high.'

Laying down she scoots closer to Kensei attempting to warm herself from the cold winter night. After a few attempts she couldn't get comfortable and sits up. Going through his cabinets she saw there was extra blankets. "How can Captain sleep in this cold weather!" She says and grabs two. One for her and one for Kensei.

Placing the heavy comforter on him he awakens by shifting around him and he grabs her arms rather roughly. "Ow!" She shouts as his eyes widen. "(Your Name)?" Kensei questions as she rubs her armed that was grabbed from him in his sleep. "Sorry Captain it was cold so I got more blankets."

"Are you still drunk?" He asks because her face was still red and her words still a bit slurred. "Yes, but I am able to function again." She admits, hugging herself from the cold breeze that flew in. Noticing her gesture for warmth he looks to see he only gave her a thin sheet to sleep in.

"Are you cold?"

"No shit Captain!" She rolls her eyes as he knits his brows and clicks his teeth. "Sassy." Kensei says while opening up his spot next to him. (Your Name) stares at it hesitantly before climbing in the cover with him. At first it was awkward because he wrapped his body around hers to warm them up. She was still wide awake and turned to face him.

They stared at each other for a fat minute till she leaned in and placed her lips onto Kensei's rough ones. It was a small kiss till he pulled in and kissed her back in a more aggressive and needy way. Flipping (Your Name) onto her back and climbing on top of her he caressed her sides as her breath hitched from his touch. "Mhn." She moaned into his mouth as he separates their lips and gave her neck some attention. Grabbing a fistful of his hair she moaned in pure bliss as Kensei bit onto her neck as she squirmed by the rough gesture but he held her in place as he sucks the rough patch he bit. "K-ken-Kensei." She moaned out as he groaned in her ear.

"I'm sorry (Your Name)." He says then letting her go as she felt rejected from his warmth and kisses. "Why did you stop?"

"I don't take advantage of drunk women." He says as she shakes her head. "I'm not that drunk."

Kensei looks at her she was beautifully flushed and he couldn't tell if she was lying or just embarrassed. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

(Your Name) cringed thinking about the first night they had sex, after that night they made it official that everything they did was just for their own benefit and they had no relationship status. The first year was fine, they act like nothing happen and it wasn't awkward or anything between them.

Slowly Kensei started opening up to her and even sleeping with her after those sessions they had instead of leaving like he usually did. On some occasion he would invite her over and they wouldn't have sex but just for some company. A few times they cooked together at his place and watched a few movies he really liked back when he was living in the human world.

It fell apart for (Your Name) when she realize that she was catching feelings for Kensei her captain and the worse part of it was that he didn't return them. He already made it known when they first started that this thing they were doing was for their own individual pleasure.

As time passed by they started learning what each individual liked in bed, luckily for her they both were into rough sex. But recently he was not as rough but more slow and passionate. It confused (Your Name).

"Ugh stop it!" She says walking back with Shuhei back to the barracks. She was on his back as he looked up and questioned what was wrong.

"Nothing! I'm fine!" She reassured as she looks up to see Kensei waiting outside infront of their barracks. "Taicho?" Shuhei says as Kensei sighs and shakes his head.

"(Your Name) how many times I told you to pace yourself when you drink?"

She looks down as Shuhei apologizes because he was also tipsy and not sober. Kensei walks them both home and drops off Shuhei first then (Your Name), she knew he was angry but tried not to show it. "Are you mad at me?" She asks him as he places her onto her bed. "It's fine (Your Name)." He says before leaving her. She sighs and falls down before sleeping.

The next week she didn't talk to Kensei much, he avoided her sometimes and didn't acknowledge her presence half the time. He only called her for training and paperwork but either then that they didn't speak. She was getting upset that he was acting the way he was to her. She wasn't dating him so why was he so upset?

"Can we talk?" She says to him as he went through papers on his office. "About?" Kensei asks raising a brow and crossing his arms now. "You are mad at me." She simply stated as he gave her a straight answer. "Yes I am."

"Well why are you mad at me?" She says staying the obvious slapping her hands into the air looking for answers.

"(Your Name) you realiz-" he started but was interrupted when a squad member barged into the room to say there is a emergency meeting for all captains and vice captains. He dismisses and tells (Your Name) to meet him at his place tonight.

"Ahh!" She moans as he roughly held onto her neck for support as he thrust into her. He came back stressed and upset but before she could ask what was wrong he slammed her against the wall and claimed her mouth with his. Now they were on the bed as he aggressively took out his anger into each thrust as she held on for dear life screaming his name. "Fuck." He says and flips her onto all fours.

"Ken-" (Your Name) says but he ignores her and places one arm around her neck to secure her from moving and pulls her hair with the other free hand he had so she was staring at him as he thrust into her. The sound of clapping turned him on each time their skin slapped as he groaned and she screamed. "Damn." He says as (Your Name) was left with her back arched all the way and her mouth was parted and she looked at him with lustful eyes. 'So fucking beautiful.' Kensei says in his thoughts and chokes her harder as she pleas under him.

"Ke-Kensei I can't." She says as a safe word and he realizes that he was choking her kinda hard as she holds her throat and coughs a little bit. "I'm sorry did I hurt you?" He worriedly asks as she faces him with tears in her eyes.

"You've never been this rough before, what's wrong?" She asks as he felt bad for making her tear up. "I don't know." He admits.

"I don't know if I can do this anymore?" (Your Name) tells him as he sits next to her and places a blanket around her naked body. "What's wrong? Am I being to rough?"

"It's not that, it just.... I've had feelings for you the last few months and I don't wanna keep sleeping with you knowing you don't return the feelings and me ending up with a cold bed every night." She shamelessly admits hugging her two legs towards her.

Kensei doesn't saw a word for a while and says "I was angry at you because you were drunk and Shuhei was tipsy."

(Your Name) looks up confused and tilts her head. "But I-"

"I know you tend to get really touchy with people when you are drunk and Shuhei was also not sober so the thought of you guys doing something made me angry because I also.... I also like you." Kensei admits as she widens her eyes and he looks away from her.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I didn't know how, I thought you were in it for the sex only, but I started to open up to you and you genuinely were interested and was there for me. Even when I showed my hollow mask I thought you were going to run away from this monster I have in me but you didn't.... I realized then that this was the girl I wanted to be with."

She sighs and leans against Kensei, relief and a smile on her face. "You idiot."

Kensei hugs her bare body and smiles back. "Now that we know how we feel about each other you don't have to feel down anymore." He reassures and gives a small peck on the lips.

"I agree." (Your Name) says and straddles his hips. "So let's continue where we left off at."

"Oh?" Kensei smirks and holds her hips firmly, getting ready for a night filled with adventures.

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