#So I’ll just ask mom to write me something to excuse me

[vanpalmerenthusiast]

need need need pre-crash/no-crash parkinglot headcanons i’m recently so getting into them

omg headcanons about us yes ofc

i feel like you can view some of these as platonic or romantic or secret third thing, so however you want to interpret be my guest <3 wasn’t really sure which version to write for so it’s mostly romantic vibe stuff

okay so we’ve all seen the “lottie was lonely, not alone” thing by now (which is a fucking amazing little analysis by @before-it-felt-like-a-sin, love it so much) and that’s something i think van tends to notice about lottie pre-crash. she understands that lottie is different than the others, because van is different too. she senses that loneliness in lottie and that forms a kind of unspoken kinship between the two, maybe even before they officially become friends. they’re connected on a level neither of them really quite understand.

bouncing off of that, van has a bit of a deeper connection to lottie in that she looks up to her terminally. she would follow her anywhere, even off a cliff if lottie said it was the right thing to do. we see this in the wilderness, but no-crash/pre-crash it’s more of just an intense loyalty than a girlfailure cult leader and her lesbiacolyte

parkinglot are like, crazy confused about each other. van knows she’s gay (lottie maybe not so much), but even then it’s like “how the fuck do i feel about this weird ass girl actually”

the gray area is SUFFOCATING

both too nervous to make an official first move so i feel like their relationship ends up stemming from a simple innocent everyday comment to them like fully going at it

lottie braids van’s hair

she does

parkinglot at the end of the day is about unconditional, devotional love. they see each others imperfections down to their core, and they just do not give a fuck because they love each other so much.

van is not the smooth one in this relationship i do indeed fear

like she has her moments but i feel like lottie catches her off-guard and gets her flustered with a random comment and lottie’s just left wondering like why did she just get so red and run away

these silly lesbians

little spoon van big spoon lottie WHO SAID THAT!!

van is ALWAYS trying to get lottie into her favorite movies and i feel like medicated lottie would be a movie fiend too so it’s not that difficult of a process

parkinglot movie nights are a staple

“it’s fine, i’ll just eat it” van and “excuse me, she asked for no pickles” lottie

this is how you do butchfemme guys, parkinglot is how you do butchfemme

i can see them connecting on their family issues at like a big slumber party while everyone else is asleep because they’re both night owls

lottie talking about her parents not wanting to deal with her, van talking about her mom not wanting to deal with anything. this conversation definitely ends with them sound asleep beside each other and sleeping in hours after everybody else.

them being the only people they can each open up to, fully.

GOD I LOVE THEM

tried thinking about them in the adult years but it got too freaky and i could not for the life of me separate them from the narrative so just put this in highschool/college no crash au

part of that was just me rambling and the rest is just the most random little things popping into my head, hope it suffices x

also, i just noticed that my list of uni headcanons you sent an ask for a while ago has just been sitting fully completed in my drafts… not sure why that happened but i will be posting it the minute after i post this!! THANK U FOR THE ASK ILY KAT 💋💋

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

oh shit tomorrow is no biology apparently

[moralesluvr]

oooo can you write something where miguel meets yn’s family for the first time and your mom or aunt or some family member pulls you to the side and tells you “that man….is gonna get your pregnant.”

PROMISES IN THE DARK | m. o’hara.

when miguel was about to meet your parents, he was calm, composed as always, his hand resting on the small of your back—a touch that was as protective as it was possessive. his eyes, dark and intense, scanned the room, taking in every minuscule detail, from your baby photos plastered on the wall to the little intricate details of wall trim and tablecloths. there was an air of quiet confidence about him, the kind that made your heart race a little faster as you squeeze his hand tightly.

“ready for this?” you asked, trying to sound casual, but miguel could already sense your anxious aura.

his gaze flicked to you, and he tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable, perhaps usual. “always,” he replied, his voice low and controlled, sending a shiver down your spine. his eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer, his lips curving into a faint smirk. “don’t worry, mi amor. i’ll behave. for now.”

your cheeks flushed at the underlying promise in his words, but before you could respond, your mother appeared, arms open wide in welcome.

the evening unfolded with ease—or so it seemed. miguel was nothing but polite, attentive, and everything your family could have hoped for. but you knew better. beneath his facade of a calm exterior was a storm waiting to be unleashed, a storm adjacent to a tension that crackled between you every time his fingers brushed yours or when his eyes locked onto yours from across the room.

at some point during your little reunion, your aunt pulled you aside, her eyes wide with that all-too-familiar twinkle. she was always so sweet, face as plump as a berry as her reddened lips parted into a smile as she learned to whisper in your ear.

“y’know, y/n, he’s something else,” she murmured, glancing over at your fiancé, who was deep in conversation with your uncle.

“but honey, I gotta tell you—” she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “that man... he’s gonna get you pregnant.”

you immediately choked on your drink, nearly spilling it in the process. “auntie!”

she just grinned, completely unfazed by your surprise. she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and leans into you attentively, “darling, i’m completely serious. you see the way he looks at you? it’s like he’s ready to devour you whole! trust me, it’s only a matter of time.”

your face heated up as you quickly excused yourself, from your spot on the couch, feeling flustered and more than a little embarrassed. you walked back to the kitchen where your family was gathered, trying to shake off her words, but they clung to you like a second skin.

miguel’s eyes found yours as you re-entered the room, and his lips curved into that maddeningly subtle smile. he didn’t need to ask what was wrong—he could read you better than anyone else could. the way your eyebrows furrowed and the way your body language began to appear more reserved, he knew something had happened while you two were apart.

you took a deep breath and crossed the room to where he was standing, feeling the pull of his presence strongly.

“what did she say to you?” he asked quietly, his voice so low that only you could hear it. his fingers brushed against your waist, lingering just long enough to make your pulse quicken as you gulped, succumbing to his warm touch.

you bit at your lip, debating whether to tell him, but you knew there was no point in hiding it, so you pushed your nervousness aside and sighed, “she said... that you’re going to get me pregnant.”

miguel’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his expression still stoic, but you caught the flicker of something darker in his eyes. he almost looked like he wanted to laugh. he stepped closer to you, his hand sliding around to rest on the small of your back, pulling you just a fraction closer to him.

“is that so?” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk, but with an edge that made your knees weak.

you swallowed, “i mean…well..she seems pretty convinced.”

miguel’s smirk deepened, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucked his teeth, “she’s a smart woman.”

he, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “and she’s right, doll. it’s only a matter of time.”

your breath hitched as his words sank in, ringing throughout your brain as the heat of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression calm, controlled, but his eyes were dark with intent, filled with promises you weren’t sure you were ready to unravel in a house full of family.

but there was no mistaking the message he had spoken to you, because when miguel made a promise, he kept it. and judging by the way his hand tightened slightly on your waist, his thumb brushing just below the curve of your ribcage, that promise was as good as kept.

[flippinpancakes64]

Hello! I love your stuff and I wanted to request their response to:

Reader: Let me take care of you.

Them: It's rotten work...

Reader: Not to me...not if it's you.

Keep writing! You're amazing! (And I need something to read while I stay up)

Taking care of the Cullens

Ok ngl this ask has me giggling and kicking my feet

Jasper let me take care of you 😡😭❤️

Uhm and remember in my request rules thing where I said I don’t do narratives… i might be a big fat liar cause that’s what I did here… don’t come for me

And thank you so much for the kind words! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know he has a bit of a complex when it comes to his worth and his humanity

He tends to get in his own head a lot

Especially when it comes to you and your relationship

He doesn’t really get jealous in the normal sense

He just sort of gets sad when he sees you with other people

It’s one day after school and Edward seems to be avoiding you. You’re sitting at the table with Emmett, Alice, Esme, and Jasper playing a card game.

Only Edward is nowhere to be found.

The game finishes, Alice winning and Emmett immediately going into ranting mode about how it’s rigged. You excuse yourself to go check on him.

You find him upstairs in the piano room, plunking away on the keys mindlessly. If he wasn’t a vampire and you didn’t know better, you would say he didn’t even notice you enter the room.

You stood behind him for a while, watching as his fingers danced over the ivory keys.

“It sounds beautiful” you say.

He doesn’t respond.

“Edward, what’s the matter? You’ve hardly spoken to me all day.”

“Do you ever wish I was human?”

The question catches you off guard.

“To wish for you to be human would be to change you, and I happen to love you just the way you are.”

He huffs, his fingers halting.

“But don’t you wish I was warm? Don’t you wish I could eat the foods you like, actually sleep next to you at night, grow old with you?”

You sit down next to him at the stool and take his hands in your own.

“What were you like when you were human?”

The change of subject seems to catch him off guard, his face twists slightly as he thinks. He pauses for a beat before answering.

“I was a bit of a troublemaker. My mom always said I was giving her grey hairs way too early. I didn’t do any of my schoolwork, I just wanted to go and be free.”

“Hm, sounds like the you that could sleep, eat, and grow old was a bit of a wild card. Not really my type. You know I prefer the sophisticated, musical type.”

He laughs at that, hanging his head down to press a kiss to your joined hands.

“So what you’re saying is you like the version of me without a soul better,” he says bitterly. You frown at that.

“No, I’m saying I like the you that I have now. I love you, Edward. I would never trade you for anyone else in the world whether they have a pulse or not.”

He’s quiet for a moment.

“You know this is how it will always be, right? I’ll always be here, trying some new way to push you away from me. To make you realize that you deserve better.”

“And I’ll always be here to take care of you and make sure you know that my mind will never change.”

“Taking care of me for the rest of your life… talk about the worst job you could get.”

“Only it won’t be a job. Not for me. Not when it’s for you.”

He looks at you then, finally. His big, black eyes staring into yours.

You’ve wished it before, but in this moment you wish you were the one who could read his mind instead of the other way around.

“You’re so stupid,” he smiles, and leans in for a kiss.

Maybe one day he’ll fully believe you.

Alice:

Alice has a tendency to shut down whenever there’s too much going on

Too many people are on the cusp of making decisions that could change their lives

It seems that every person she meets on the street has a vision attached

She can’t take it anymore

You find her curled up in a ball in her room, the TV playing a program you don’t think she’s watching.

Around her are scattered sketchbook pages, each one hastily ripped from the pad and thrown to the floor.

On these pages are drawings of buildings, people, animals, and tragedies. You catch the face of a woman who’s screaming as a bullet heads straight for her face. In another is an open room with a small grenade in the center.

No wonder she’s been so upset.

None of the pages show joy, every single one a warning of a disaster that’s just waiting to happen.

In front of her, there’s a stack of drawings that she’s flipping through. On one of them you catch what looks like your face, only it’s contorted in a scream. In another you see Jasper, but you can’t make out what’s around him.

“Alice,” you call out, and her head whips up. Maybe she hadn’t heard you like you thought she did. “What’s wrong?”

She looks at you like a deer in headlights for a moment, before her eyes glance back down to the papers in front of her.

“There’s nothing wrong. Not yet, at least.”

Her tone is grave. You can hear the desperation for an answer, or at least a break.

You sigh, and move to sit next to her. You reach to take the stack of papers from her, meeting no resistance. If she wanted to keep them from you, she could. But she knew now that fighting you was always going to be useless.

“Alice, I know you can’t control the fact that you see these visions. But you can control how much you obsess over them. This isn’t healthy.”

“I don’t need to be healthy. I can’t die or get sick.”

You sigh again. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. You can’t keep withering away in here obsessing over what might happen.”

“But-“

“No buts.” You say, throwing the stack of papers to the side. “How long ago did you have these visions?”

She thinks for a moment.

“Yesterday, I think.”

“Alright. Have they happened yet?”

“Well, no…”

“From what you saw, are they still a possibility now?”

“…they are… a very low possibility…”

You could see her reluctantly piecing together your words, clearly not wanting to admit her mistake out loud.

“Look, Alice, you know that I’m always touched by you looking out for me, but in moments like this I need to look out for you too.”

She looks into your eyes, then hangs her head again.

“But that’s not how it’s supposed to be. My gift, I should be the one taking care of you-“

“No. There is no ‘supposed to’ anything. Humans aren’t ‘supposed to’ be with vampires and yet here we are. So please just come with me and watch a movie or cuddle or something?”

She looks at you again, then. Staring into your eyes, then glancing around her room, at all of the papers, then back to you. She smiles slightly and floats up to her feet.

“Fine. But I’m picking the movie.”

Jasper:

This is a man who needs some serious love and reassurance

He’s always on edge around you, even if he plays it off like he isn’t

He’s just always so scared of hurting you or doing something wrong

And a lot of the time that manifests as him isolating himself to try and get you to leave him

It was gonna be one of those nights again.

A night that you would spend alone in the bed you were supposed to be sharing with the love of your life, Jasper.

But no. On a night like this, he’s out in the woods, far, far away. Stewing in his feelings and brooding.

You don’t even remember anything happening this time. Sometimes something can set him off; a jab from someone at school, a hug he gave you that ended up being WAY too tight, anything really. Anything that reminds him of how he’s not supposed to be with you.

But right about now, you’re sick of it.

The Cullens have taken to being quieter at night since you’ve started sleeping over a lot more, but you know they’re all here- all except for the one you want.

So it being 2 am won’t bother any of the other residents of the house. You roll out of bed and march your way over to the door, throwing it open (politely) and stomping down the steps.

Emmett is the first one you see, and you decide he’ll be perfect for the job anyway.

“What’s got you going, firecracker?” He asks.

“I need you to go find Jasper and bring him to me. Now. I need to talk to him,” you couldn’t help the anger and frustration that seeped into your voice. Lack of sleep will do that to you.

Emmett stood up straight and gave a stupid salute, “One loner coming right up, boss.”

And with that he was out of the door, and you trudged back upstairs to wait for your boyfriend.

You were laying in the bed, still trying desperately to go to sleep when you heard a light knock on the door. Your eyes flicked open to see Jasper standing in the doorway, looking completely out of place and uncomfortable.

All of your anger left instantly, all you saw was the sweet man who was far too worried for his own good.

You sighed and scooted over, patting the spot next to you.

“Come here, Jasper.”

A look of what could only be described as fear flashed across his face before he shook his head and muttered a small, “i can’t.”

You sighed again and stood up, making your way over to him. When you reached him, you stretched your arms out to take his face in your hands, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours.

“Look, Jas, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I have a pretty damn good idea. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“You don’t know that,” he says, looking into your eyes, something about the black made him look more human, more scared. “Vampires are already dangerous, but I’m the worst of the worst. You’ve found yourself a faulty cannon amongst rifles, darling.”

You frowned at his analogy, squeezing his perfect face in your hands.

“You are NOT faulty, you hear me? You are perfect. Perfect for me, at least.”

“The perfect man for you wouldn’t be tearing himself up inside trying not to kill you.”

“And a lesser man would have already done it.” He was shocked at that, stunned into silence. He hung his head slightly, not meeting your eyes once more.

“And what if I do hurt you one day? Would you ever forgive me? Could I ever forgive myself?”

“I don’t think you will. But if you do, Carlisle will put me back together and I’ll jump right back into your arms.”

His eyes bore into your soul as he stared at you like you were crazy.

“Why the hell would you do that? Come running right back to me?”

“To make sure you don’t hate yourself for too long. Now come on, I’m tired and I can’t sleep without my personal AC unit.”

He looked at you with disbelief. You knew he didn’t believe you, you don’t know if he ever will.

But that’s okay. You’ll keep him right here, and pull him back to you every time he runs away.

Eventually, he’ll understand that you love him.

Rosalie:

The topic of kids has always been a very touchy one for Rosalie

It’s all she’s ever wanted, and all that she still wants

Most days, the pain is not too much of an issue

But some days, it just gets to be too much

You and Rosalie were walking down the street, hand in hand as you strolled by the different shops and food stands.

The city was busy today, many young couples out and about, shopping, talking, kissing far too passionately to be in public, the usual.

“Rose, do you mind if we sit down for a bit? These shoes Alice chose for me look really nice, but they are so uncomfortable.”

She giggled, but nodded and led you both to a bench. You sat down with a heavy sigh, finally getting off of your feet after what felt like forever (even though it was only about an hour).

Across the way in the little park you’ve both found yourself in, a young couple is sitting on a bench.

The woman has long, flowing, blonde hair that frames her face in loose curls. She’s wearing a gorgeous floral-patterned dress, and on her left hand is quite possibly the biggest, gaudiest ring you have ever seen.

To her right, a man sits, one who bears a striking resemblance to you, regardless of gender.

And in the middle, a little baby. A perfect mix of the two, her hair and his eyes, her nose and his jawline, all swaddled in a cute little onesie.

You’re about to turn to Rosalie to point out the cute baby (she always loves to look and maybe go touch it if the parents allow her to) when you see that she’s already looking.

Her face is grave, like she’s looking at her own headstone. Her face is twisted in grief, and she looks on the verge of tears.

It takes you a second to connect the dots, but once you do, your heart clenches for her.

That woman looks like her, reminds Rosalie of herself. And the man looks like you. And that baby is what she wants, all she’s ever wanted. What she can’t have.

Babies are always hard for her, but this struck a deep chord.

“Rose… do you wanna go home?” You ask softly, not wanting to come off as pushy.

“…”

“Come on, let’s go,” you grab her arm to pull her up, she goes with you, but keeps her head craned back to the young couple the whole time.

Once you’re far away, she breaks down. You’ve never seen a vampire cry, and that’s probably because they can’t. But if they could, Rosalie would be sobbing.

You know it’s bad because she doesn’t even care that she falls to the floor in this dirty, nasty alleyway. Normal Rosalie would rather die 100 times over than get her clothes dirty, especially here.

You sit down next to her, letting her dry heave and gasp into your shoulder, her wails breaking your heart.

You’re helpless here. Cause what can you really do? You can’t give her a kid, she can’t give you one either. You can’t go back in time and stop her from being killed. And you can’t go back and steal that baby from that couple (even though you kind of really want to).

So you just hold her.

You run her hair, pat her back, kiss her head, and whisper into her ear. How much you love her, how she’s perfect, how it’s okay, how you don’t think less of her.

Once she’s calmed down and her breathing has slowed, she looks up at you.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t be seeing this side of me.”

“What? I want to be here for you, Rose. I know I can’t fix this for you, but at least I can-“

“Fix it? Darling, don’t worry about fixing me. I’m already completely broken, there’s nothing to fix.”

With that you just take a moment to look at her. Her face screams that she is broken. In her soul, at least. Her and Edward are a lot more similar than they like to think.

“Rosalie. You are not broken. There is nothing wrong with you.”

She scoffs at that. “I’m not human. I’d say that’s pretty wrong. Not to mention the fact that I can’t even look at a couple with a baby and not want to violently kill someone.”

“And that’s okay.”

She scoffs again.

“No, really, Rose. I mean it. I’m never ever going to think less of you for something like this. You went through something I can never even imagine and now you’re left to pick up the pieces. Just let me help you.”

She looks at you, her eyes staring into yours. The grief that she’s feeling is evident. But deep in her eyes, you see a touch of something else. Trust, maybe.

“You know, you’re gonna be picking up pieces for the rest of your life.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. Not if it’s you.”

Emmett:

He likes to pretend to be all big and bad all of the time

But in reality, he's still a person

He just has a hard time remembering that sometimes

You don't know where he got all of that energy from.

I mean, realistically, you know that he can never get tired.

But really, even for a vampire this was unnatural.

Some nobody in school had challenged him to an arm wrestle. Of course, he can never resist. He grabbed the guy's hand and prepared to pummel him, only to flinch and have his hand thrown down against the wood of the desk.

The guy had one of those fake shock things in his hand, and as soon as Emmett clamped down it vibrated like crazy.

To say he was pissed would be an understatement.

And now he was taking all of that anger out on the trees around the Cullen house.

"That-" punch "fucking-" punch "ASSHOLE!" punch punch punch

It had been days. And you were honestly getting worried. He hadn't hunted in those days, much less came inside the house. You're surprised the park ranger hasn't come knocking yet.

You heard a hollowed cracking sound and looked to see Emmett standing triumphantly as a rather large oak tree fell to the ground, followed by a guttural roar from the man.

"Emmett," you called, barely above a whisper. But you know he heard you. "Come over here please."

He looks at you with a slightly guilty look, the anger from before fading away as he hangs his head and trudges over to you. He stops just a few feet in front of you, lamely kicking the rocks beneath his toes as he avoids your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s that stupid fucking guy-“

“No,” you stop him, putting your hand up to silence him. “What’s actually wrong? Don’t tell me you’re seriously this pissed about losing an arm wrestling match with some nobody.”

He just stood there in silence for a second. You took this chance to stand up and grab his face in your hands, instantly he leaned in, perching his head on your palms.

“I just… need to be strong. That’s what I am, I need to be strong,” he whispered, his voice coming out shy and meek.

You just smiled at him sadly and rubbed his cheek.

“I can be strong too you know. So every once in a while you can let me take care of you instead.”

He laughed at that.

“You, strong? As if. I could fold you in half!”

You punched him lightly in the arm.

“You jerk! I’m trying to be sentimental!”

He laughed again and grabbed your hands, bringing them back up to their previous spot cradling his face.

“Ok ok, serious sentimental time.”

You just laughed and kissed him.

Esme:

She has a bad habit of overreacting

Just a dash of anxiety

So when something-anything happens to you, she freaks out

This is bad.

Like really, really bad.

You were supposed to be driving to go see Esme at the Cullen house, but of course your piece-of-shit car decided that now would be a perfect time to break down.

Too far away from home to walk back, too far away from the Cullens to walk there, and the nearest anything was also too far.

Not to mention the snow covering the ground didn’t really entice you to get out of your still-warm car.

So you tried calling someone to come get you.

Only, of course there’s no service out here because why would there be.

Just your luck.

You weigh your options, and decide that walking is just gonna have to do.

You didn’t pack a winter coat because you didn’t think you’d be outside for this long, but you had a blanket stored in your backseat and it was better than nothing.

So off you trekked through the freezing cold winter storm to the Cullen house.

Inside, Esme was (in)patiently waiting.

Your favorite meal was waiting for you, already plated and getting colder by the second on the dining room table.

You said you were on your way 30 minutes ago. It takes about 30 minutes to get from your house to their house.

So where were you?

Her ears perked at the sound of a slowly beating heart coming from down the driveway.

It didn’t sound like one of the foxes or deer that roam around this time of year. No, it sounded a bit bigger, a bit more human.

She was out the door in a flash. Before anyone had the chance to ask what she was doing she was by your side.

“Oh my god, honey, why are you out here?!”

“An angel…” and then you collapsed.

Cue Esme absolutely freaking the fuck out.

She has you in front of a lit fireplace, a heating blanket rested over your shoulders and a warm towel on your head.

She’s pacing back and forth in front of you. She wants to hold you so bad, to kiss you, cuddle you, protect you. But she can’t. She’ll just make the shivers wracking your body even worse.

“Es…” you croak, your eyes blinking open finally.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Why were you out there? Where’s your car? Why didn’t you call me?”

“Shhhh,” you whisper, bringing your finger up to shush her. “Just come here.”

You open up your blanket in an invitation to her.

“Are you out of your mind? I can’t cuddle with you right now, I’ll freeze you!”

“Please, you deserve to be taken care of too.”

She crumbles at that, you can see the resolve leaving her face. And then she figures that you won’t get too cold with the heated blanket and everything.

She cuddles up next to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and ducking her head into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been there. And least of all I shouldn’t be such a mess right now.”

“It’s okay to be a mess, I’ll always be here to hold you.”

Carlisle:

No one really talks about the stress of being a pretend father for a bunch of eternal teenagers

Really, it’s a blessing that he doesn’t need sleep and isn’t affected by long hours

But despite that, he still gets so worn out

Today had been a long day for Carlisle.

It was student-teacher conference day. And while that’s not usually an issue since he always tells the kids to behave, Emmett decided it was necessary to punch a kid last week.

To be honest, Carlisle didn’t really care if the kid was a bully or not, all he viewed it as was something more drawing attention to them.

On top of that, the cattiness between Edward and Rosalie seemed to be especially bad today.

They were at each other’s throats for the better part of the day, and nothing would get them to separate.

At work, at least a dozen new patients showed up. A factory that was close by had a gas leak, very minor. None of the people were harmed at all, but many still insisted on going to the clinic.

Carlisle’s not one to discourage people from getting checked out, but he is one to tell people to go home when they’re fine, which everyone was.

But these people kept insisting something was wrong. A boy with a broken arm had to wait for three hours for a room to open up because the factory workers refused to leave.

By the time he got home, he was exhausted, you could tell. His eyes were heavy, as were his footsteps. His hair was disheveled, he had clearly been running his fingers through it all day from the stress.

He looked like a mess. But even then, he greeted you with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

He always takes such good care of you, whether you’re sick or not, he’s always there with whatever you want.

Now it’s your turn.

“Carlisle, are you busy?” You ask, peeking into his home office. Even after the super long day, he’s a man of habit.

“Not particularly,” he turns to look at you, setting his pen down, “why?”

“Follow me.”

You lead him to the bathroom, where a nice, warm back is drawn. Complete with lilac scented bath oil and two candles lit on the sink.

“The bath looks beautiful, darling. I’m sure the lavender will be great for your skin.”

“Oh, it’s not for me,” you quip. All he does is raise an eyebrow. “It’s for you. I know you’ve had a long day, so go relax and meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.”

You don’t give him a chance to argue before you leave, shutting the door tightly behind you.

He emerges about 30 minutes later, still toweling his hair off.

“Ok now come on over here,” you pat the bed next to you, motioning him to sit there. Again, all he does is quirk and eyebrow but he obliges.

You take the remote to the TV in yours and Carlisle’s room, turning on his favorite movie. A classic one from the silent film era.

“But this… I haven’t seen this movie in years… how did you get it?”

“That’s the beauty of streaming platforms.”

You both sit in silence for a while, Carlisle seemingly happy to just watch his favorite movie after so long. Eventually, he turns to look at you with an inquisitive expression.

“So, what’s all this for?”

“What, am I not allowed to take care of you from time to time?”

He laughs slightly at that.

“A human taking care of a vampire, how twisted.”

You grab his face between your hands at that, drawing him close and looking deep into his yellow eyes.

“It’s not if I want to do it, and I would move the Earth for you.”

“Hopeless romantic,” and with that he kisses you.

Vampire! Bella:

She tends to… shut down

We all know how she was when she couldn’t be with Edward

That translates over

It really wasn’t supposed to be that big of a deal.

Your Spanish class was going to be taking a two week trip to Spain.

Only, Bella wasn’t in Spanish. This time around, she chose to take French. Which was all fine and good, until it meant that she couldn’t go with you.

Cue two weeks of endless calls and texts.

On the phone with you , she sounds fine. But from your calls with Alice, she’s not doing too hot.

She hasn’t been hunting since you’ve been gone, she’s completely stopped going to class, and she also hasn’t talked to anyone in the house.

It’s the last night of your trip, you’re in your hotel room, the girl you’re sharing with is sound asleep in the other bed, but you know one girl who’s never asleep.

You call Bella’s number, and she answers instantly, like she’s been waiting all day for you to call. In all honesty, she probably has.

“Hey, what are you up to?” You can hear the attempt to be nonchalant in her voice, but her eagerness gives her away.

“Oh nothing, I just got off the phone with Alice… wanna tell me why you didn’t leave our room today? Or yesterday? Or the day before?”

You can hear her pause on the line, like she’s trying to come up with a convincing lie, but eventually she sighs.

“I just… I’ve just been missing you a lot, is all. I want you here next to me, I feel incomplete without you.”

Yowch. Right through the heart.

You decide then to help in some way, you don’t know how immediately, but you have to do something.

So you start to hum.

Whenever you have a bad day, Bella hums the song her mom used to sing to her. You always ask her to, and even though she says she isn’t a great singer, she indulges you anyway.

Sometimes it’s the only thing that can stop you from a panic attack or calm you enough to go back to sleep after a nightmare.

You hear her gasp slightly before y he sound of sheets rustling, presumably her laying her head down.

You go through the whole song twice over, Bella never telling you to stop or joining you.

After your voice fades out and the line stays dead for a moment, you swear you can hear Bella overthinking.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I’m an apex predator. I shouldn’t be so upset whenever you leave for a little bit.”

You laugh lightly at that, and you can hear her scoff across the line.

“I don’t mind. Especially when it’s you. Bella, I love you and I would do anything for you.”

“Even if I’m a beautiful monster who was designed to kill you?”

“Even if you did kill me, I would hope that my blood nourishes you for months on end.”

[locomoqo]

enemies to lovers that are now husband and wife with a baby girl BUT STILL HAVE THAT BANTER 🙈 with my glorious king goo kim

only you

— goo kim x reader

details: nothing but pure fluff <33

A/N: i think goo would be top tier girl dad, also I was listening to los retros while writing this

The early morning sun peeked through the curtains as you stirred awake, the soft coos of your baby girl, Joo-Won, coming from the crib beside your bed. You hear shuffling next to you and stretch your arm over to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel the warmth of your husband, Goo, but instead, it was cold and empty.

Annoyed, you grumbled under your breath, throwing off the covers and swinging your legs off the bed. You wrap your robe around yourself before venturing out of the room. You found him exactly where you expected. He was standing in the kitchen, attempting to feed your daughter with a bottle. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his usual "I-can-handle-anything" face a little less confident as Joo-Won kept pushing the bottle away.

"You're up early," you said, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed, a smirk on your face. "Or did you finally realize you're terrible at this?"

"Terrible?" he shot back, glancing over at you before turning his attention back to Joo-Won. "For your information, she was fine until you walked in. Your presence stresses her out." He replies, trying to feed your daughter again.

You snorted, walking over to take her from his arms. "My presence stresses her out? You're the one who can't seem to feed her." You retort with a teasing smile.

"Oh, excuse me, genius of baby caring. I don’t recall you getting a degree in baby care either." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.

You stuck your tongue out at him and adjusted your baby girl in your arms. "I don't need a degree, I have instincts. Something you apparently lack."

Joo-Won immediately latched onto the bottle once you adjusted her position, and you gave your husband a smug look over the top of her head. He raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed but pretending not to be.

"Uh-huh. Instincts. Sure. But you’ll still need me when she’s a teenager and asks about things like umm life and all that. You'll just be the one she goes to for snacks." He says.

"Life and all that," you repeat after him with clear mockery, bouncing Joo-Won gently as she contentedly drank her bottle. "I’ll be the one she comes to when she wants to know how to survive the chaos of life."

"Yeah? And I’ll be the one she turns to when she needs to handle difficult people, like her mom," he teased, stepping closer, his lips quirking up into a playful grin.

You tilted your head, meeting his eyes with a challenging stare. "Oh, she’ll learn to handle difficult people by watching how I deal with you every day." You tease back.

He smirked, his hand slipping around your waist. "Deal with me? Is that what we're calling it now?" His voice was low, playful, with that infuriatingly smug edge that used to drive you crazy—back when you swore you’d never fall for him.

"Yup," you quipped, leaning into him slightly. "And so far, I’m winning."

"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But let’s be real. You wouldn’t want life any other way."

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. "Maybe not." You hum.

Just as you were about to say something else, your daughter gurgled, her big eyes blinking up at the two of you as if she was wondering what all the fuss was about. Your husband looked down at her, his expression softening immediately.

"She’s definitely on my side," he said, brushing a hand over her tiny head.

"Oh please," you scoffed, cradling her closer. "She’s going to be just like me."

He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before whispering, "We’ll see about that."

As she finished her bottle and drifted back off to sleep, you caught his gaze again. The teasing faded just a bit, replaced by the quiet understanding you had built over time—the way only two people who had once been enemies and now loved each other deeply could.

"You’re lucky I love you," you murmured.

"Luckiest guy in the world," he replied, a glint of humor in his eyes. "Even if I have to deal with your constant need to be right."

"And I’ll keep reminding you of it," you whispered, standing on your toes to give him a quick kiss.

"Wouldn’t have it any other way." He smiled.

[charcoallbaby]

professor sturniolo

smutttt everyone is 18+ nothing is underage.

my longest work yet! watched millers girls and got inspired, enjoy ! ending is petty hehe ^_^

do you ever wish you could have someone you know you can’t have? especially your married professor.

well that was me two months ago

i placed my books down onto my desk infront of me. the class was empty other than me, two quiet students sitting at the back and the professor of course. he had his back to us, writing the subject of todays class onto the chalk board. i studied his broad shoulder that flexed underneath his thin shirt.

i looked down at my blank phone screen. a notification quickly popped up. it was my mom.

mom💝

me and your sister are going out before you come home, we’ll be home late. make sure no drinking when i’m not home !!

“good morning everyone!” the professor spoke.

i quickly locked my phone before looking up. “well to the 3 people here,” he cleared his throat then leaned against his desk. he scanned his eyes around the room looking at us. his eyes met mine. i could feel my stomach drop. “while we’re waiting for everyone else would you like to introduce yourselves?” he crossed his arms. his eyes were still directly on mine. i looked down at my phone, reminding me of my mothers text. i rolled my eyes. she always has some excuse to not be home.

“you!” the professor called out. i quickly looked up. “me?” i pointed my finger on my chest. he nodded his head. “im y/n,” “y/n y/l/n.” my voice was shaky. “nice to meet you ms y/l/n,” he gave me a small smile. i gave him one back.

he was about to speak before he got interrupted by students piling into the room. “ah!” “you guys decided to join us,” “i’m mr sturniolo.”

he passed papers around the room. he was standing above me. i looked up at him before he placed my paper on the desk. he stared down at the books placed infront of me. “that’s a good one,” he pointed at my current read. i looked down at his hand especially a ring. fuck he’s married.

the book was was the virgin suicides.

“have you watched the film?” the words spilled from my mouth. “yeah i have actually, great movie too.” he gave me a smile before walking back to his desk.

“the paper i gave you is very important, so keep it close to you, if you lose it i sadly cannot replace so please do me and favour and don’t lose it,” someone raised their hand. “claire was it?” she nodded her head. “why can’t you replace a piece of paper?” she laughed. “something about the usage of paper, listen i have no idea, it’s a policy here,” his eyes quickly scanned to mine. he turned around and broke it. “now t-” he was cut off by the loud door opening. “sorry!” my best friend ivy smiled and rushed to sit beside me. “it’s fine, just don’t be late next time.”

“he’s so fucking fine,” ivy whispered into my ear. i turned and looked at her. i shook my head. “are we looking at the same person up there?” she looked at mr sturniolo. his back was to us. “look at his back,” she wined. “i would eat that up!” she licked her teeth. i rolled my eyes. “he’s like ten years older than us,” i placed my pen between my teeth. “what age are you?” “you look very young for a professor!” ivy spoke out. the whole class erupted into laughter. i face planted my head onto my desk. he cleared his throat. “that’s very inappropriate question to ask….” “ivy!” she spoke. “well ivy that’s a very inappropriate question to ask your professor but i’m 29 and im guessing you all are what 20, 21?” “im not that old.” i finally lifted my head. “good to know thanks!” ivy smiled.

class finally ended. people were packing up their belongings. mr sturniolo made his way towards us.

fuck.fuck.fuck.

he looked at me before looking at ivy. “ivy can i speak to you?” he asked. “sure!” she zipped her bag up. “i’ll leave you guys sorry.” i stood up. “no need,” he fidgeted with his watch strap. i nodded my head. “don’t be late and please don’t make comments or questions like that anymore please ivy?” “i don’t wanna be the asshole teacher, can you do that for me?” i looked down at his hands again.

“sure, sorry.” she gave him a awkward laugh.

“great, see you guys tomorrow!”

it’s been a couple of days. i catch mr sturniolo staring at me every once in awhile, but im in the one who started staring first, so he’s just innocently staring back.

i was the first one in class. i internally sighed and found myself to my seat.

“morning ms y/l/n,” mr sturniolo turned around from the chalk board. “morning mr sturniolo,” i took my books out of my bags. “did you anything nice this weekend?” he asked. “um, went to a party wasn’t that fun though i went home after awhile, i hate going out,” i twisted the ring on my right index finger. “its been awhile since i’ve been to a college party, they usually aren’t that good aren’t they?” he let out a chuckle. “no not really, especially the boys,” i looked down at my lap. “one day they’ll realise they’re idiots don’t worry,” i looked up at him. “let’s hope!” the classroom door opened making us both look at it.

“y/n talk to me please,” my ex friends with benefits/situationship chase walked up to me.

“what the fuck?!” i exclaimed. “why are you coming to my classes chase?” “please, i need you so bad,” he whined. i let out a shocked laugh. “okay buddy that’s enough,” mr sturniolo stood in front of him. “professor please!” “no, out of my class!” “but!” “your harrasing one of my students leave now!” he pointed the door. chase growled and sped out of the room.

the class was now starting to fill up. he leaned down on my desk. “you okay?” his eyes met mine. i nodded my head. “i know it’s none of my business but see me after your classes today okay?” “okay.” i said softly.

i stood beside mr sturniolo’s desk while waiting for him.

the door opened, he hurried in.

“sorry y/n!” that’s the first he called me by my name which made me feel a way i know i shouldn’t have liked.

“it’s okay,” i licked my lips. “anyway i just wanted to ask if you want me to report that guy who came in earlier?” he titled his head while looking at me. i swore i tried to hold in a whimper. i looked down at the ground. “no, it’s okay thank you though,” i gave him smile. “you sure?” i nodded my head.

“yes he’s just some loser he’ll get the message soon.” “ex boyfriend?” he asked.

i wasn’t an expert but i knew he shouldn’t be asking me that, but i didnt mind.

“no……” “something worse you can probably imagine what i’m talking about,” i gave him a straight lined smile. “ah yes i can!” his cheeks quickly heated up. “i’ll see you tomorrow mr sturniolo.” “have a good day!”

i got home and layed down onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling thinking about the day.

especially mr sturniolo. his broad shoulders and his long fingers. i closed my eyes. having a wild imagantion was a blessing in disguise.

i slowly moved my hands down under my jeans, unbuttoning them and discarding them somewhere in my room. i slid my hand under my panties, i was soaking because the thought of him. holy fuck this was so wrong. he was my professor. he was a married man.

i slid my middle finger inside of me. i let a desperate moan.

“look at you,” “your in such a mess underneath me y/n." i picked up the pace, adding a second finger while imagining them words coming from his mouth.

his pretty pink lips eating me up as i grab onto his hair and watch his broad back clench.

it didn’t take me long to clench around my finger and shiver. i took a deep breath, trying to get my breathing back to normal. god i’m fucked up, i needed severe help.

i got to class, it wasn’t empty which i was definitely thankful for.

“morning ms y/l/n,” mr sturniolo spoke. “morning.” i muttered for a response. ivy was already sitting in the seat beside me. she finally didn’t skip.

“i didn’t get a morning,” she frowned. i rolled my eyes and took my seat beside her. “he’s just being nice,” i stated. “yeah sure, he stares at you like your a piece of candy waiting to be eaten,” she looked down at her nails. “what?” my mouth suddenly got dry. “he wants to fuck you bad, i can tell!” the glimmer in her eyes shined. i shrugged my shoulders. “i don’t think so,” “of course you don’t, you think no one wants you when your hot,” “he doesn’t want me.” i tapped my finger off the top of her nose. she smiled at me. “denial, denial, denial.”

i couldn’t concentrate in class after ivy’s comment and the fact that mr sturniolo wasn’t wearing his wedding ring. i shouldn’t care, but i do.

“mr sturniolo!” ivy exclaimed as people started to leave the class. “yes?” he looked at ivy. “ms y/l/n here is having problems with her paper!” ivy shot up. “oh you are y/n?” mr sturniolo asked. “i-” ivy cut me off. “sorry i have to go, my next class is on the other side of campus!” she scurried out.

“what’s the issue with your paper?” mr sturniolo stood behind me looking down at my work. “mr sturniolo-�� “you can call me matt,” he spoke. i nodded my head. “matt,” i cleared my throat. “i know im not a writer, but i feel like i have writers block, i have no idea to write about” “there’s nothing that comes to my mind,” i looked up at him. he was staring down at me. he looked so yummy oh my. “well, you want ideas?” he stood up straight. i nodded my head. “something you fantasise about, could be a dream job, something you wish could happen but you know it can’t, it could be a person,” he licked his dry lips. i gulped. “so you want me to write about something i wish i could have?” “i have to write about a fantasy world, a world i wish i could live in?” i asked. “that could work,” he rubbed his jaw. “okay thank you!” i gave him a small smile. “of course, just email me if you need any help.” he nodded his head. “definitely.”

“i’m jealoussssss!!!!” ivy put her head back and groaned. “you realise you have to fuck him now?” she sat back up and sipped her drink. “how?!” “i’ll just walk up to him after class and ask him to fuck me?” “yes!” ivy yelled. i laughed and shook my head. “listen, i’ll do the dirty work for you,” “which is?” i wondered. “i’ll be nosey in class and ask him does he have any plans for the weekend and if he gives us an answer, boom we show up there!” she smiled. “will this work?” “oh yes.”

“oh i didn’t realise you came here weekly ms sturniolo!” ivy exclaimed. “did you follow me here?” he asked looking me up and down. “no we’re here with some friends you know chase right?” she asked. “yeah i do,” he sipped his drink. “i’ll see you soon mr sturniolo.” ivy ran off as she always does.

“you look nice,” matt spoke. “you too matt,” i gave him a smile. “why are you here alone on a friday night?” i leaned against the bar. “i don’t know either y/n, i probably should be correcting papers but i’d rather be drinking my sorrows away!” he finished his glass. “i get you, i hate correcting papers on a friday night too,” i joked. he laughed. “you wanna go outside for a cigarette?” i asked. “i don’t smoke, but sure.” he grabbed his jacket.

he followed me outside. i put the cigarette between my lips, lighting it and slowly inhaling. i passed him the cigarette. he gladly took it and placed it between his lips. “thought you don’t smoke?” i turned to him. “thought you didn’t like going out?” he raised an eyebrow at me. “fair point,” i took it from his fingers. “your way too mature and way too much of a perfectionist for my class you do realise that don’t you?” matt leaned his head against the wall beside us. i smiled. “totally not true,” “i bet you have an apartment that’s perfect, i bet everything is planned out,” matt smiled. “i wish, my controlling mother told me that i still have to live with her while im in college, she says she wants to keep an eye on me but she just doesn’t want to me to turn into a drunk just like her,” i passed him the cigarette. “your not that type of girl from what can i see for the outside,” smoke exited his mouth. “and what can you see for the outside matt?” i looked up at him. he dropped the cigarette “a smart, smart girl,” his warm hand met my waist. “oh really?” i tried to contain myself. “mhm.” he mumbled while leaning down.

his soft warm lips met mine, it was better than i would imagined. i hungrily kissed him back, my hands wrapping around his neck. he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth making me feel dizzy. “you wanna go somewhere?” he asked. i quickly nodded my head.

we ended up at an hotel.

matt pressed the key card against the reader. the door beeped, matt pushed the door opened.

“sorry it’s a bit messy, i just got here last night,” matt stated. “why are you here?” i let slip out. “i caught my wife cheating on me again,” he sighed before shutting the drapes. “again?” i wondered. “yeah i caught her awhile back, i forgave her but i fell out of love with her a long time ago,” he cleared his throat and placed himself down onto the bed. “im sorry.” i bit my lip. “it’s good, c’mere,” he put his hand out.

i walked over to him and took it. he smiled up at me. his hand met my inner thighs, making me glad that i picked out a mini dress. "no panties?” matt growled. i gulped. he pressed his thumb to my clit. i whined. he looked down at his hand while slipping his fingers inside of me. a small moan came from my mouth. he moved his fingers inside of me. “matt.” i whined as he worked fingers deeper inside of me. he leaned his forehead against my stomach. “i wish you weren’t this wet, i would of loved to work for it.” his voice was deep. my eyes rolled onto the back of my head.

dirty talk never did it for me usually, but i never wanted matt to stop talking.

i grabbed onto matt’s hair. “there it is, it’s right there isn’t it?” he panted. “mhm,” i mumbled as he pounded his fingers into me, hitting my g-spot. “keep going,” “i’m not stopping until you finish all over my fingers baby,” his pace slowed down suddenly, i was confused. he took his fingers out, licked them and put his head between my legs. “lay down, so i really taste you.” i quickly followed his order and layed myself down.

matt laced his fingers up and down my wet my folds. “i bet you taste sweet do you?” his eyes looked dark. “i-i don’t know,” i whined. “taste yourself then,” he put his fingers infront of my mouth. i took his fingers into my mouth and licked them clean. “you do taste so sweet,” he dipped his head low between my legs. his warm tongue met my folds. he came back up. “you want me to ruin you?” i nodded my head. “i need a answer princess,” he took his shirt off. “yes, yes.” i breathed out. “let me eat you up first.”

he was roughly eating me out like he couldn’t get enough of me. my legs were wrapped around his shoulders, his hands were gripping my thighs.

matt made me come with his mouth, which has never happened before especially with a man.

“your so wet and silky,” his tip met my folds. a quiet moan came from my mouth. he pounded into me. his hand was hovering over me grabbing onto the headboard, he was making the whole bed shake. but i had always had a feeling he liked fucking girls rough.

i was dreading class after friday. matt fucked me until the sun came up, god it was a come fest.

me and ivy found our seats, i stayed quiet, he didn’t say hi to me which he does most mornings but he fucked me all night on friday so i guess he’s done with the hi’s now.

“morning everyone,” he rubbed his hands together.

he had his ring on. i looked at ivy who was too busy looking at her nails. “ivy,” i whispered. “yeah?” she looked up at me. “he’s wearing his ring,” i gulped. she didn’t answer but only looked at matt.

“this saturday me and my wife went on a little trip so i haven’t corrected any papers that were handed in yet, but you’ll get them by this friday i promise.” he spoke. me and ivy quickly made eye contact. “wife?” “i thought she cheated?” she whispered. “well apparently he’s back with her, he got back with her the last time.” i sighed.

“what is so interesting girls?” matt interrupted us. “oh nothing, just talking about boys you know how it is mr sturniolo!” ivy winked. he let out a heavy sigh. “alright guys topic for today is on the board,” “ms y/l/n, could i speak to you outside?” i froze. “yeah sure.”

i followed him outside. this is the day i die.

he closed the door after me. “what?” i crossed my arms. “i dont need your attitude,” he snapped. “did your wife cheat on you because you have angry issues or are you guys back together now?” i titled my head. “actually!” “i couldn’t care less,” i smiled. “i wanted to say me and my wife are fine, i love her and friday was a mistake i wasn’t in the right head space when i found her and some guy in our bed,” he sighed. “don’t trauma dump on me, i couldn’t not give a fuck about you and your wife, but if you love her so much did she know you were pounding inside of a 21 year olds pussy on the weekend huh?” “be quiet!” matt whispered. “fuck you.” i opened the door to the classroom.

“ivy let’s go get your bag,” i stated. “what?” she said confused “we’re leaving this assholes class room.” the whole room was staring at this point.

matt walked back in flustered.

“just to let everyone know, this man right here, your teacher, indulges in sex with college girls!” i yelled and left the room. “he also has a tiny dick!” i yelled before the door shut.

“is it actually?” ivy asked. “no it’s huge but i can’t let people know that.”

hi! this ending is kinda silly <3333

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Chaggie AU where Vaggie is a member of a holy order devoted to slaying monsters. As part of her becoming a holy knight, she must commune with an Angel to be granted their divine power... only something goes wrong with the ritual, and the being that appears before her is none other than the Princess of Hell.

Lute: “Gay?! She���s supposed to be HOLY!”

Adam: “Yeah, hot.”

Lute: “…let. Me. See. That. SuMMOnINg sCRiPTuRE.”

Adam: “Sure thing dude. Here.”

Lute: “This isn’t a holy rite, this is… WRITINGS OF SAPPHO!”

Adam: "Heh, heathen and homoerotic. WLWhoops?"

-

Charlie: “You should really be more careful next time!"

Vaggie: "Uh."

Charlie: "Lot’s of other demons would be thrilled to get yanked into the mortal world without a circle of binding to hold them- especially by someone as cute as you-

Vaggie: "Excuse me?"

Charlie: "And when I say thrilled, I mean in the blood and guts and screaming kinda way, NOT just in the 'can feel hellfire in my cheeks' kinda way. Safe summoning is important!!”

Vaggie: “Why’re you drawing the circle in yourself, then. With your… claws.”

Charlie: “Because you didn’t?” (dusts fire off her hands) “Anyway you should be good now, ask me anything!”

Vaggie: “You’re seriously not taking advantage of being summoned but not bound?"

Charlie: "I'm taking advantage of the view!"

Charlie: (beat)

Charlie: "Of the, mortal world, I am enjoying the pretty scenery."

Vaggie: "It's dark."

Charlie: "I'm enjoying the beautiful knight. Night. Night without a 'K'. Not knight like YOU'RE a knight, not that you aren't beautiful-"

Vaggie: "I'm. What."

Charlie: "The one who should be talking now! Not me. I think I've done enough talking for now. I think I'm good on having said stuff recently. I think I should be quiet for a bit."

Vaggie: (gay) (not immune to adorable ladies) "WHY are you here. You're not, what I expected."

Charlie: “I'm not the usual demon- As hell princess I get first dibs on all summons! After dad anyway.”

Vaggie: (of COURSE she's a princess) “Why answer this one.”

Charlie: “You’re missing an eye? It looks painful?"

Vaggie: "...so?

Charlie: "?? I thought maybe you wanted help with that.”

Vaggie: "It's a penance. You can't help with it."

Charlie: "oh."

Vaggie: “...That’s it? You're not here for anything else?”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “You um. You look very cool in that armor.” (cringes) “Awesome.” (cringes more)

Vaggie: “Are you a siren or a succubus or something.”

Charlie: “What!? No! No I’m just, I just think girls are hot! Cool! You look great!! …girls all look great, and you’re a girl, and you…”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “Do you need any demons slayed?”

Charlie: “Ahaa, no.”

Vaggie: “Holy quests completed?”

Charlie: “No?”

Vaggie: “Are you gonna eat me.”

Charlie: “N-not on the first date- I- OH YOU MEAN ACTUALLY-? No no no! I don’t, I’m, I don’t eat souls. Or people.”

Vaggie: “So what’s the catch here. The price.”

Charlie: “Nothing. I just wanted to help.”

Charlie: “Okay and maaaaybe have a nice conversation for once. Kinda short on them in hell.”

Vaggie: “… is there ANYTHING I can help you with?”

Charlie: “Well I just broke up with-”

Vaggie: “I’ll kill them.”

Charlie: “-and I could really use a date for the ball, I mean! No killing needed!! Dad isn’t going again, mom’s um, busy. And it’ll be a lot less awkward if I already have a dance partner, you know?”

Vaggie: “You want me to find you a dance partner.”

Charlie: “Oh no I, I was hoping- do YOU dance?”

Vaggie: "Me."

Charlie: "If you want to?"

Vaggie: “You’re asking me to go to hell.”

Charlie: “Shit. Right, dumb idea. It’s my home but, yeah. It’s not like anyone enjoys being here.”

Vaggie: (fuck she's cute) (fuck she's SAD)

Vaggie: “No one does? What about you?”

Charlie: “I… just wish the people would be nicer. A place is the people who live there, right?”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “I’ll come.”

Charlie: “You wha?”

Vaggie: “I’ll come to the dance.”

Charlie: "But- hell! Why-"

Vaggie: "Hell’s a better place than I thought."

Charlie: "You've never even BEEN here!"

Vaggie: "I've met you."

Charlie: ".... I'm not... the usual demon."

Vaggie: "I'll take my chances. I'll need to borrow a dress though. All I have up here is, armor."

Charlie: "I can, I can change that. A dress. N- no problem."

Vaggie: "It's a deal then." (holds out hand) "A dance for a dress?"

Charlie: (takes her hand and shakes it eagerly while bowing) "ITS A DATE!"

Vaggie: (chuckles) "Yeah, I guess that's a better word for it."

Charlie: "And I PROMISE when we dance I WON'T trample your toes with my hooves!"

Vaggie: "... should I just keep the sabatons on?"

Charlie: "I promise to find you a dress that goes good with your armored shoes so your toes don't get trampled on."

Vaggie: "We're gonna be quite the pair, aren't we."

Charlie: "Heheh~"

-

Lute: "WHAT HAPPENED WHY WAS THERE FIRE AND BRIMSTONE INSTEAD OF HOLY LIGHT WHY WERE YOU COMMUNING WITH A FIEND SO LONG IS IT DEAD DID YOU KILL IT???"

Vaggie: "Does taking her heart count?"

Adam: "Whoooo VaGEEE! Totally FUCKED that demon huh!!"

Vaggie: "Mm, not totally sir."

Vaggie: (smiling) (softly to herself) "Not on the first date."

[holdinbacksecrets]

svt finds out you were married before you met them

anon… this request is golden. thank you so much for sending it! i had the best time writing these 🤍

seventeen find out you were married before being with them

seungcheol: he’s at the bodega around the corner because you’re out of… he forgot the excuse. luckily, it was mumbled and difficult to make out, so he’ll bring back coffee. his palms are sweating and he looks up at the ceiling as if the answer’s in between the popcorn. now, you’re his. he’s yours. you’re one. but you were someone else’s, and that idea isn’t new to him, but knowing that someone was your husband makes it feel different. he looks up again. “please give me something here.” a light flickers. he leaves without the coffee

jeonghan: he stops to watch you spoon strawberry jam onto slices of toast. they’re golden brown triangles beside scrambled eggs, and you’re making sure the bright red covers the golden brown surface perfectly, just like you always do. the only red he can think about is the blood his heart is pumping, and the fact that his heart stopped pumping for a moment or two

joshua: “now everything makes sense.” “what do you mean?” “sometimes you’re just too good at being my partner.” “that has nothing to do with being married before. i’m literally just in love and obsessed with you. actually, being married did make me strict about the dishes. i’ll never go to bed with a pile in the sink.” “baby, you won’t go to bed if there’s a spoon in the sink or a crumb on the countertop.” “and how good does it feel to wake up and see a clean kitchen, hmm?”

jun: he’s confused. he’s wearing it, swallowing it, holding it in his gaze, and suddenly wondering how well he knows you— why it took you so long to tell him

soonyoung: “i knew it was a mistake by the next morning. i woke up craving my mom’s pancakes.” “have her send us the recipe.” you squeeze his hand and bow your head so your lips can brush its palm. “don’t worry, history won’t repeat itself.”

wonwoo: the photo album’s on his lap. it feels like a fever dream to look at you. you watch the sky through the window, craving color after too much black and white. “i’m mad at myself.” “why?” “i should’ve waited for you.”

jihoon: the ring came rolling out of its hiding spot and stopped in the middle of your bedroom floor. the sunlight caught it. he blinked a million times, felt his lips part too. you let it be. you exhaled, feeling relieved to part with the secret. finally

seokmin: “look at me. do i look upset?” “no… you eyes are all shiny” like he might cry. “it means a lot that you told me.” “i shouldn’t have waited so long.” “you really didn’t wait that long.” “are you sure you’re ok? do you… am i…” “yes.”

mingyu: the words come out on a sunday morning in the park near your place. your head’s on his shoulder. his hand’s on your thigh; it’s warm and the slightest bit rough—different from the cool, soft breeze on your cheek, on the back of your neck. he asks about your happiness and when it left the space you created with your ex. he wants to know what he can do to make sure that never happens again. he wants to make sure he’s not missing anything

minghao: he’s watching you. there’s gentle love in his eyes. he’s hoping you’ll look up and away from the sudsy dishes for just a moment long enough to realize he’s not mad. to realize it doesn’t change anything

seungkwan: he wonders about your wedding dress and if you still have it. he wonders about pictures and videos and the expression on your face at the altar. moments he’s dreamed about are already existing in memories, have already been seen by your loved ones, might be sour in your head. would you do it all again? do you even want to?

vernon: “i can’t help but wonder how many people make the same mistake as me… think something’s love when it’s not.” “do you really think of it as a mistake?” “pretty sure that’s just a fact.” “i’m not so sure… aren’t you the same person who’s told me for years that everything happens for a reason?” “maybe i just tell myself that to lessen the blow.” “possibly, but maybe it’s true. maybe that step that you think was in the wrong direction was crucial. i wouldn’t have found you any other way.”

chan: “i feel like i shouldn’t be looking at this… it’s like i’m seeing your dress before i’m supposed to. i shouldn’t know what you’ll look like walking down the aisle.” “this isn’t who i am anymore. think of how much time has passed. i have brand new skin now.” “…i thought you were going to say something romantic.”

[goodbuckcharlie]

The lake’s embrace | Luke Hughes

Summary: Jack’s neighbor and first friend in New Jersey outside of the team, has finally ran out of excuses to avoid going to the lake house. She has avoided going in the past for two reasons. 1) after a traumatic experience she has been afraid of deep water 2) she doesn’t get along with the youngest Hughes. But when shit hits the fan it’s Luke who saves her life.

Warning: near death experience, fear of water, childhood trauma/abuse, mentions of death.

Notes: This story means a lot to me as it hits close to home, also it’s the first story that made me actually sob while writing it, for that reason I have decided to do minimal editing.

The young florist is coming home from her normal 9 to 5 shift from her mother’s flower shop. She wouldn’t trade this job for the world. She loves listening to the stories her customers always carry in. From young men asking out their crush to the old woman buying flowers for her lover’s grave. Sometimes she grows green with envy as she struggles from a lack of romance in her life. She sighs to herself as she reaches for her keys in her purse.

“Max!” The girl knew what her neighbor wanted before he even made it to her door. She quickly remembers the excuse she had came up with in her room the other day in anticipation of this conversation. She regathers herself before turning in the direction of her neighbor. While she was just expecting to see Jack, she is surprised to see Luke there as well.

“Jack shouldn’t you be in bed resting?” Completely ignoring Luke who just rolls his eyes.

“No surgery can hold me down.” Jack flexes causing Max stare at him in disbelief. “Anyways you know what I’m here for, I’m not taking no for an answer this time.”

“I’m not sure I can go, I can’t just leave my mom empty handed at the shop.” She knows her mom can handle to shop with the help of her husband but as far as she knows, Jack doesn’t know that, or does he.

“Funny you say that,” Jack replied holding a smile that would rival a Cheshire Cat. This causes Max to quirk her head in confusion, “I went to the shop after you went home yesterday and asked your mom and she said that she will be fine and that you need time to relax.”

“I don’t know why you went through all of that when you know she’s just going to find another excuse not to go.” Luke pinches the bridge of his nose before looking at Max, “Look if you don’t want to go just say that so he shuts up.”

“Glad to see you’re still as pleasant as a melted popsicle Luke.”Max doesn’t know what came over her but as Luke rolls his eyes again she felt something snapped, “You know what, I’ll go. My mom is right I deserve to rest.”

Jack nearly leaps with joy. He quickly tells her all the details she needs to get ready for the trip before the brothers leave to their place.Max quickly lets herself into her place .

The time flies and the next thing Max knows, she on the pier of the Hughes Family lake house. She’s met a few….. characters as she would describe them. From Jack’s flirty friend Trevor to one of Luke’s old college team mates that for the record are way nicer than Luke. So far she has avoided going into the water either by staying inside with Ellen or claiming to be sunbathing. But much like her excuses to avoid coming to the lake house in the first place, her excuses on avoiding the water would run out sooner or later.

“Come on Maxie as much as we love looking at your pretty face from over here it would be better in the water,” Jack calls out from the water. Now Max was use to Jack’s flirtatious remarks so she simply ignores him and continues to read her book.

“Leave her alone Jack if she doesn’t want to get into the water then she doesn’t have to.” Both Jack and Max are surprise to hear Luke stand up for her.

“Awe Lukey finally got a soft spot for Maxie?” The eldest Hughes who met Max a few times before, teases Luke who is standing next to him by the grill.

“Fuck no she’s still annoying, I’m just tired of hearing Jack bitch and moan.” And just as fast as he arrived ,nice Luke was gone and was replaced with the normal hater Luke.

“Oh fight me you White crayon ass bitch,” Max flips Luke off while going back to her book. But she doesn’t miss the roar of laughter the plague the area in response to her comeback.

“I promise Maxie by the end of this week I will get you in the water.” Max ignores Jack’s seemingly harmless threat in order to keep her mind at peace but in reality her heart is racing at the thought of going in the water.

Max avoids the water for the next few days but of course fate wasn’t on her side.

It was the second to last day at the lake house before Max had to go back to Newark. She is back on the pier this time she is just talking to Jack who is telling her some childhood stories. Max had no suspicions of Jack’s plan until she feels herself being picked up from behind.

She looks at the culprit and sees a smiling Trevor who was looped into Jack’s plan.

“Trevor for the love of God I’m begging you, don’t throw me in that lake,” Panic fills Max as she tries pleading with Trevor. But the stupid boy doesn’t see the panic and laughs off her pleads.

“Sorry Maxie no can do.” Trevor runs to the end of the pier and before she knew it she was in the air falling down to her watery grave.

As Max hit the water, she was quickly thrown back into the memory of one of the worst days of her life.

Max loved water as a kid, growing up in Southern California, she was a classic mermaid loving girl. She actually dreamed of being a marine biologist. But one faithful day changed all of that.

Her father was rarely around in her childhood and for good reasons. He was an alcoholic with anger issues. So imagine her mother’s surprise to hear that Max and her little brother had been picked up early from school by their father.

The then 8 year old Max had no clue what was going on, but she was just happy to see her dad. What she didn’t know was the evil plan her father had. Now a lot of the small details are a blur to her , but she vividly remembers her father driving his car into the lake with her and her brother in the back seat.

Now she tried her best to pull her brother out of the water, but she was fighting against the raging current that kept pulling her back down into the water. The raging water and the strength she needed to save her brother was too much for her frail body and she ended up passing out from exhaustion before she could get out of the water.

When she woke up, she found out she was the only one to survive the crash.

Everyone head turns when they hear Max’s scream. It wasn’t a normal scream, it was one of pure fear. Everyone looks at the situation with confusion. Well everyone but Luke who run into action and runs to the end of the pier and dives in after Max.

Without thinking he grabs Max and pulls her to land.

“CPR she needs CPR.” Luke shouts panicking. Jack’s girlfriend, Sam, runs over to where Luke lays Max down at. Luckily Sam use to be a lifeguard and she has kept up to date on her cpr certification.

Luke leaves Max in Sam’s care before going over to his panicked brother. Luke shoves Jack.

“You should have fucking listened to her when she said fucking no Jack.” Luke shoves Jack even harder. “She can’t swim dumbass.”

“Hey it’s not his fault, she should have told him she couldn’t swim.” Trevor stands in between the brothers.

“No mean fucking no Trevor, she doesn’t have to tell us shit beyond no.” Luke now pushes Trevor, “You nearly killed her for what? Shits and giggles?”

Before anyone could say anything else, they hear violent coughing. Luke glares at Jack and Trevor once more before rushing to Max’s side.

“Luke? You saved me?” Max asks with a raspy voice. Luke simply gestures to Quinn who is holding a water bottle. Quinn understands and hands Luke the water. He helps Max drink. “How did you know?”

“About a month ago, I found you drunk in the hall,” Luke recalls.

Like had just came home from his late night gym session, when he sees a female figure sitting outside of his and Jack’s apartment door. He assumes it’s one of Jack’s weird stalker fans. But as he got closer he realized it was Max.

Now Luke has a crush on Max but the poor boy is a hopeless romantic. His failed attempts of flirting through teasing had came out ruder than he intended creating a bad impression towards Max. So when he sees the girl he likes, drunk at his door step he can’t help but be concerned.

“Max?” Luke puts down his gym bag when he hears the sobs coming from Max, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Lukey’s birthday.” This statement confuses Luke since his birthday wasn’t til September and it was currently April.

“No my birthday is in September.” He sits next to Max and she automatically puts her head on his shoulder.

“Noooo my brother Lukas.” She slurs her words, “I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t save my little brother.”

She tells Luke the story. Luke feels a mix of anger towards Max’s father as well as sympathy towards Max and her loss.

“I am such a bad person,” Max cries even louder, “If only I was stronger, my brother would have lived to turn 16.”

“Maxie it wasn’t your fault, you were 8,” Luke does his best to comfort the drunk girl, but he knows she probably can’t even hear him in her drunken state.

So he just holds her as she cries in the hallways until she passes out. He grabs her keys that were fortunately in her hands, and he carefully tucked her into her bed.

“God I thought that was a dream,” in that moment, Max think she would have preferred going back into the water than dealing with the embarrassment she was feeling.

“Awe you dream about me?” Max turns red and she quickly turns away from Luke, “Don’t worry I dream about you too, quite often actually.”

She snaps her head back at Luke in shock, “You do? But I thought you hated me.”

“I never hated you,” He says while running his hand in her wet hair, “I am just horrible at flirting.”

“Flirting? Why would you flirt with me,” She looks at Luke for a second before putting one and one together. “OHHHH, really?”

“Yeah unfortunately,” she shoves Luke with the little strength she has, “but we can talk about this later, let’s get you inside and warm.”

Luke picks Max up as the two ignore everyone else.

“Wait what the fuck you mean unfortunately? You fucking uncooked spaghetti noodle.”

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Always

Characters: -Reader - Dean Winchester - Sam Winchester- Bobby Singer- Emily- Town folk of Burkittsville. Mention of John Winchester.

Warnings: Fluff, Language,Talking on the phone while driving, Cannon Violence, Supernatural Spoilers,

Summary: What starts off as Dean ranting to his best friend turns into something more.

A/N: So, I just rewatched Scarecrow recently. This got stuck in my head and I had to get it out

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You could feel your eyelids getting heavy as the rain made a pelting noise on the windshield. Damn, it felt like Bobby’s kept getting further away. You rolled the window down and the radio up hoping the cold air with the sound of Zeppelin would help. Just as you started to sing along with the lyrics, worry crossed her face when her phone started to ring.

A smile spread across her face as she read the name. Flipping open the phone she bringing the phone to your ear you said “Well. Well, you calling to apologize for Tulsa Winchester?”

“There were lives at sake sweetheart. I had to.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You chuckled. “Not many girls would pick up the phone after being left blue balled and naked in a motel room.”

“Trust me, you’re not the only one that had blue balls.”

“Good.” you sneered making him chuckle.

“So, what’s my favorite girl up to?” he asked.

“Driving.”

“To?”

“Sioux falls”

“What’s in Sioux falls?”

‘A bed with my name on it?”

“You gonna share?”

“Maybe.” She teased.

“Come on you can’t stay mad at me forever.”

“I don’t intend to.”

“So, the how long do you intend to?”

“Until you're begging at my feet," you said with a playful tone, making him chuckle “Where are you?”

“Headed to Burkittsville, Indiana”

“For?”

“A case.”

“Obviously.”

He smiled. “Dad called this morning an.”

“Excuse me? Is he ok? Where is he? Why hasn’t he.”

“I was gonna get there darlin’” Dean said with a smile. “He’s in California. He said he’s ok, but it’s not safe for us to be with him right now. He’s going after the thing that killed mom.” He sighed. “He said it’s a demon.” You could hear his radio playing in the silence. “Of course they got into it. they always get into it.”

“Sam and John?”

“Yes, Because Sam can’t just trust Dad when he says something. He must know every little detail.”

“Not really a bad thing.”

He exhaled sharply. “If dad says it’s not safe it’s not safe,”

“I hear you, Go on.”

“I snatched the phone; I couldn’t take hearing them bitch anymore. Dad told me to write these names down. 3 couples all went missing, all from different states, none of them arrived at their destination, none of them ever heard from again.”

“And John thinks there’s something there?”

“Well, each one’s route took them through the same town.”

“Let me guess, Burkittsville?”

“How did you know?” he said sarcastically making you laugh. “And they all disappeared on the second week of April one year after another.”

“Dean! This is the second week of April!!”

“No shit smartass.” He laughed with you.

“So, John sent you guys to Indiana…”

“Yep.”

“So is Sam sleeping and you just needed someone to talk to?”

“Well,” He hesitated “Sam’s not with me now.”

“What happened?”

“We were on our way here. Sam was driving, we were going over the case, and he just started being Sam. Question everything little thing Dad said. He noticed Dad called from a Sacramento number. He tried to talk me into leaving the hunt and going after dad.”

“He did just lose Jess.”

“Yeah, he threw that in my face.”

“Dean.”

“Don’t Dean me. And you’re my best friend. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Dean, I am always on your side. I’m just suggesting to give the kid a break.”

“Yeah, I’ll give him a break alright.” you rolled her eyes. “Anyway. So, Sam and I get into it. He says he doesn’t understand why I always have to listen to Dad. Why I have so much blind faith in him.”

“Does he know about...”

“No.” he cut you off. “And the less people that know about me being a screw up the better.”

“Babe you were a kid.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

She sighed. “Alright. Continue.”

“He stopped the car and got out. Said he was going to California to find dad. I told him I wasn’t going. One. Another couple is probably going to die this week. We need to kill it before that happens. Two. if dad wanted our help, he would have told us to come to California. So, he gets all his stuff and storms off.”

“That’s it?”

“I might have said he wasn’t a good son,” he clicked his tongue, “and a selfish bastard.”

You sighed again. “Dean.”

“Would ya stop Deaning me. He isn’t acting like a good son, and he is a selfish bastard... sometimes. People are gonna die.” He huffed. “I told him I would leave. He didn’t care, he kept walking. He said that’s wHaT I wAnT yOu tO Do.” You couldn’t help but smile at his mocking tone. “So, I said goodbye got in my car and drove off.”

“Do you want my advice?”

“I’d rather you tell me I was right.”

“Do you think you were right?”

“Yes, I have to save these people.”

“Maybe Sam knows you can handle this, so he went to go get the answers he needs.”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t know what it’s like to lose someone like that. I couldn’t imagine watching the girl I love burn on the ceiling. The mere idea of his best friend on the ceiling caused a sensation of unease in his stomach.

“You’d have to actually love someone first Dean,”

“Maybe I do.”

You rolled her eyes again, “Doubtful.” He stayed silent.

“Deanie.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“Deanie,” he rolled his eyes with a smile. “I think you should call him.”

He scoffed. “Right. That’s not happening.” She signed. “How close are you to that bed?”

“Pulling in now.”“About 10 mi .”

“Good. I don’t need you falling asleep at the wheel.”

“Awe look at you all worried about me.”

“Always sweetheart.” She smiled. “Enjoy your bed.”

“Sweet dreams babe.”

“Alright Bobby, it’s probably nothing, but I’ll check it out.” you yelled into the library as you watched the hamburger patties on the stove. “After lunch.”

“Here.” Bobby walked in holding your phone out. “Damn thing has rung like 7 times.”

“Thanks B.”

You flipped open the phone as it started to ring again. “Dean,”

“Don’t you ever do that to me again!” he scolded you. “I have called you like 10 times. I thought you were dead.”

“I’m sorry I was making food.”

“Well keep your damn phone in your pocket.”

“Alright Dad.”

“Don’t even you’d have my balls if you called 10 times, and I didn’t answer.”

You looked to see if Bobby was close. “Tell me more about me having your balls.”

“Don’t be cute right now. I’m pissed off.”

“I said I was sorry.” He sighed. “What do.”

“What the hell?” he exclaimed. “Hold on. My emf is going off.”

You could hear something ruffling “You, ok?”

“Yea. Just digging it out of my bag. I was driving though this orchard and this damn thing just started going off.”

“Maybe there’s something in the orchard.”

“Thanks Sherlock.” You smiled. “I’m gonna go check this out. Can you answer the phone when I call back?”

“Yes sir!” he laughed. “Dean, be careful. K?”

“Always am.”

“Hey pretty lady.” He said answering his phone.

She smiled. “Just making sure.”

“Awe look at you all worried about me.”

“Always Dean.”

He chuckled. “I was just about to call you. I got a pretty big lead.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, so I went and checked the orchard. Found this nasty looking scarecrow. Who happened to have the same tattoo in the same spot as the guy that went missing last year. I went back into town. Talked to the niece of the couple that owns the gas station. There was a car getting serviced there. A couple road tripping. They were at the bakery, so I went in had some coffee. Turns out they stopped for gas and the mechanic found something wrong with their break line. Said it would be fixed at sundown.”

“Hmm shady.”

“I know. It’s almost sundown now. I’m on my way there. Can I call you later?”

“Yes. I planned on staying up any how.”

“What are you doing.”

“Tracking a shifter I think.”

“Babe.” He warned.

“Don’t worry I already called for reinforcements.”

“Just please be careful.”

“Always.”

“Dean?” She answered her phone with a groggy voice

“Heya sweetheart. Did someone doze off?”

“No, just resting my eyes,”

He chuckled. “So, the fucking scarecrow came to life.”

“Well, I saw that one comin’.” She retorted “Everyone ok?

“Yes, you’re such a grump when you wake up.”

“I am when someone wakes me up.”

He chuckled “Well I’m sorry princess you said you’d be awake.”

“So, a couple, every year, Scary ass scarecrow.”

“And they were just stuffing this couple full of food while they were fixing their car.”

“So, you thinkin some kind of God?”

“Yup. Sounds like a Pagan God to me.” He yawned. “I’m gonna call the university first thing in the morning. See if I can get an appointment with this professor.”

“Have you heard from Sam?”

“Nope.”

“Maybe you should call and see how he’s doing.”

“Maybe. In the morning. I am beat.”

“You called me.”

“Didn’t wanna hear about it if I didn’t.”

“Whatever Winchester, Get some sleep.”

“Night sweetheart”

“Hey.”

“I talked to Sam.”

“You talked to Sam?”

Yea. And that professor got me in. I’m on my way there right now.”

“Awesome. How did it go with Sam?”

“Darlin’, Why are you whispering?”

“Found the shifter.”

“Are you kidding me?! why did, never mind just call me back and be careful"

"Always."

“Hey there...”

“Sam, have you talked to Dean?” You asked frantic

“Earlier. Is everything ok?”

“Well, he told me to call him back, now he’s not answering.”

“Maybe he’s still at the college.”

“I don’t know Sam I got a bad feeling.”

“Let me try I’ll call you back.”

“Sam. Its been 3 hours. I’m on my way there.”

“Me too. I should have listened you to earlier.”

“Its fine. Can you get there before sundown?”

“Yea I think so.

“There’s an orchard.”

“I know we’ll meet there.”

It was just after sundown; you had just pulled up to the orchard when your phone started to ring. “Sam, where are you?”

“Right here I see your car.” Sam walked up, you tossed your phone and grabbed your shotgun. You got another out of your trunk and handed it to Sam. “Let’s go.”

“Do you have a plan?” a quivering Emily asked Dean.

“I’m working on it.” Dean said, He looked around not be able to see much with his hands tied above his head. “Can you see? Is the scare crow moving yet?”

“I can’t see.” Emily said. “Wait what’s that?”

“Dean?” Sam yelled.

“Sam.” You walked around the tree to untie Dean while Sam stood guard. “Heya sweetheart.”

“Thought you didn’t like being tied up?”

"I don’t.” he stayed serious “Come on that scarecrow can come to life any minute.”

“Uh What scarecrow?” Sam asked Dean.

You passed your gun to Dean and headed over to free Emily. Taking her hand, you joined the guys. Just as you were about to leave the orchard, five more guns pointed at your group. Dean lowered your weapon. “We’re outnumbered, Sam. Just put it down.” Sam complied with hesitation.

“Please let us go.” Emily begs.

“It will be over soon.” Her uncle tells her. A scythe suddenly slices through his chest. Emily lets out a scream and clutches your shoulders, burying her face into your back. The scarecrow drags her aunt and uncle away while the screams echo all around.

Dean pulls you along, urging, “Let’s move!” He takes off running, and the four of you dash to the road.

“Never a dull moment with the Winchesters.” you say, catching your breath. Dean pressed a kiss to your cheek and pulled you into a warm embrace.

You flopped down on your bed after finally making it back to the motel. Just when you closed your eyes, there was a knock on the door. “It’s open!”

“Seriously? You’re just gonna leave the door unlocked and not even check who it is before inviting them in?” Dean said with a grin.

“Eh, I’ve got a shotgun nearby. I’m all set.”

You kept your eyes shut feeling his weight on you as he nuzzled his head on your chest.

“You were worried about me today. So much that you drove 10 hours.”

“Don’t flatter yourself Winchester. I was in Burlington. More like 3 and a half”

“You love me.” He chuckled as you let out a hefty sigh. He raised his head and rested his chin on your chest. You cracked your eyes open a bit, catching a glimpse of his bright green eyes. “You know I love you too, right?"

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Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything. 

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family Dynamics, Arguments,  Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Yoongi Overworking Himself, Reader Needs To Speak Up

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You had tried to go into work yesterday, but Seungkwan gently pushed you out the door of your shared office as soon as you stepped foot into the room. He didn't give a reason for doing so. He proceeded to lock the door and wave at you through the glass. You were confused as you turned around and took the elevator a floor down to the lobby. As you exited, you made your way to the main door, and you happened to run into Namjoon.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, looking just as confused as you felt. 

“Am I fired?” You asked, still confused. 

“No,” Namjoon chuckles.”Yoongi said… Nevermind, you just go back to Seungkwans and relax. I'll see you back here on Monday.”

“Wait,” you say and grip the bag tightly that was slung over your shoulder. “Did Yoongi really quit?”

“It's fine, Y/N,” he assures you. “Emotions were running high, but we are good. Everyone’s good.”

“What about the damage to his studio?” You ask next. 

“We have good insurance. He's not the first one to do something like that,” he says with a sheepish smile. “Go home and relax.”

Without another word, Namjoon walks away and heads for the elevator that you just walked out of. You had spent the rest of the day watching crappy daytime tv and wondering if you should continue on with wedding planning. You went with your gut and started to fill out the black invitations with white writing that Yoongi had picked. They have been in your purse for a while now. You finally had time to run to the craft store to buy some nice pens with white ink. You take your time copying down the names and addresses from the email Yoongi's mom sent you onto the black invitation. You wanted your penmanship to be as perfect as you can get it.  Your phone ringing interrupted your task. You had a thought to just let it go to voicemail, but when you saw Yoongi's name on the screen, you couldn't answer quickly enough. 

“Hi,” you breathe into your phone. 

“Hi,” he said back. “I just wanted to check in on you.”

“I…I'm fine, I guess,” you told him. “I just want to know what is going on. Namjoon and Seungkwan clearly know something I don't.”

“They didn't say anything, right?” he asked.

“No, I still have no clue,” you promised. 

“I promise that you just have to wait for tomorrow,” he said softly. “I know you don't trust me right now, but baby….I'm going to try and fix this.”

“It shouldn't be all on you to fix this,” you tell him. “We need to be able to do it together.”

“And we will,” he sighs. “Just let me take the lead. Just relax and I will see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” you asked.

“Tomorrow,” he confirmed. 

Well, tomorrow is today and it's about two in the afternoon. You haven't heard from Yoongi or anybody for that matter. Jisoo and Seungkwan gave you some lame excuse about needing to be gone for the day but wouldn't give you specifics. They both just awkwardly mumbled over each other before quite literally running out the door. You had texted Lisa, but she claimed to be busy with Jimin and couldn't talk. You are getting really frustrated. Why was everyone avoiding you?  

You toss your phone on the bed and fall face first on the mattress. You were given instructions to stay put at Jisoo's, but it's driving you crazy. You think about maybe texting your sister to see if she wants to meet up. Just as you grab your phone, the bedroom door flies open. Lisa and Jisoo hurry into the room in matching purple dresses. They both carried large bags in their hands as they descended upon you. 

“Get her hair, and I’ll do her makeup,” Lisa said to Jisoo. 

“Whis is going on?” You question as they grab at you, pulling you up from the bed and forcing you into a wooden chair that sat at a desk in the room. 

“You're getting married today,” Jisoo said with a small smile. “Are curls okay?”

“Married? What are you talking about?” You are seriously confused. “Have you gone nuts?”

Lisa grabs some sort of wet wipe and starts cleaning your face. You try to move out of her reach, but she grabs your face, smushing it between her fingers as she  attempts  to keep you still. Jisoo starts brushing your hair and parting it into sections with colorful clips. 

“Stay still, or Jisoo will burn you,” Lisa tells you, unbothered by your reaction. 

“Will someone answer me?” You plead. 

“I already told you,” Jisoo said, wrapping your hair around a curling iron. “You are getting  married today. Yoongi’s been very busy throwing everything together at the last minute.”

“Umm, what about the wedding that I've been planning for months now?” you ask. “Are we going to act like that never happened? I already have non refundable deposits put down. This is insane.” 

“Close your eyes,” Lisa says as she applies something to your eyes. “You can still have it. Think of this as a super intimate ceremony.”

“Does Yoongi really think getting married quickly like this will make up for everything?” You say, opening your eyes and looking at Lisa since she's the only one you can see. 

“No, of course not,” Jisoo answers as she still works away quickly on your hair. “He knows how bad he hurt you.”

“I even yelled at him, and he didn't say anything the whole time,” Lisa tells you. “I landed a couple of good verbal jabs at him, and he kept his mouth shut.” 

You take a moment to ponder what they said. Lisa and Jisoo were really the only two people that you trusted with everything you had. They were always your family when you felt like you didn't have any, and you don't think that they would steer you wrong. If they didn't think this was a good idea, then they wouldn't be here getting you ready for your supposed wedding. Lisa would be the first one to pack your bag and run away with you, but she's not. She's encouraging this.

“Are my parents going to be there?” you ask quietly. 

“No,” Jisoo said, still curling away. “That's why you will still have your other wedding.”

“Everyone who agreed to come today was sworn to secrecy about this,” Lisa explains. “Your mom won't know about today.”

Jisoo comes around to your front and starts to fluff your hair at the roots. Running her fingers along the curls, she breaks them up to hang loose around your face. She smiles with a nod and runs out of the room. Lisa, meanwhile, sprays the hell out of your hair with hairspray, making you cough as the aerosol hits you in the face. It was just a minute later that Jisoo came back into the bedroom with your dress and veil in her hands. Shit! They were serious. You're going to get married today. Suddenly, your hands feel clammy. 

“I took great care of it,” Jisoo tells you as she lays it open on the floor. “Take off your clothes. Let’s go. We don't have much time.” 

“I don't have shoes,” you say suddenly, remembering that you still haven't found a pair you liked. You quickly undress, putting on a strapless bra  that Lisa hands to you.  You look at them with a panicked expression once you finish hooking it. “What do we do? I never found anything I liked.” 

Jisoo runs out of the room again, and Lisa helps you into the dress, pulling it up your body. Thankfully, it still fits perfectly. As Lisa buttons the dress up your back, Jisoo comes running back into the room with a pair of off-white flats. 

“This is all I had,” she tells you. She holds the skirt of your dress up for you as you step into her shoes. 

“A little tight, but it will work,” you tell her.  Jisoo grabs your veil, and with Lisa's help, they snap it securely into place. You reach your hands out, and they each take one without question. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too,” they both whisper. 

“Okay, let's do this. I guess I'm getting married,” you say with a nervous smile and deep breath. Let's do this. 

Poppy Ridge Apple Orchard.

Your eyes swept over the sign as you looked out of the window from the backseat of Lisa's car. Rows upon rows of bare apple trees lined the property all in perfect uniformity. Fallen leaves left on the ground from Autumn were stuck in the muddy earth, and you did not want to drag your dress through that. You must have made a face.

“You're not going out there,” Lisa assures, and she points to a white barn off to the side. “It's newly renovated. It's beautiful inside.”

“He found it himself,” Jisoo said, looking back at you from the front passenger seat.

“How did he book it so fast?” You ask in wonder.

“Well, their wedding season doesn't start until May. He also offered free advertisements or something,” Lisa explains. “Are you ready?”

You nod your head as Jisoo waves someone over. You look out the windows and see Seungkwan and Tae both come running to the car. Seungkwan opens the car door for you, and Tae is bending every which way, taking pictures. 

“Act like I'm not here,” he tells you. “I want these to be candid pictures.”

“Umm, sure,” you say awkwardly and take Seungkwan's extended hand. 

Stepping carefully out of the car, Jisoo and Lisa quickly assist you with holding your dress and the veil so they don't drag on the ground. Seungkwan loops your arm with his as all of you make your way to the white barn. You tighten your hold on his arm, and he reaches over, giving your arm a gentle reassuring pat. Tae rushes forward and slides the barn door open before dropping down, clicking away on his camera and getting his candid shots of you walking into the building. Jisoo walks over to a decorative milk can that sat against the wall and grabs some flowers that were sticking out. Dark burgundy delilahs and white roses. She smiles at you as you take them from her. The delicate flowers looked so much more beautiful in person compared to the picture in the email.

“They are so beautiful, Seungkwan,” you say softly. 

“She was happy to do it,” he tells you and leads you off to the side.  

Lisa paces around you as she typed away on her phone as Jisoo runs behind you to smooth out the train of your wedding dress and straightens your veil.  She next straightens Seungkwan's bow tie and gives him a quick peck on the cheek. You take a deep breath. You can't believe this is really happening.

“Everyone in your place,” Lisa says and pockets her phone in the purple dress. Tae slightly slides open another set of doors and squeezes through before shutting it. Lisa and Jisoo stand side by side in front of the same sliding door that just shut. “Are you ready, Sweets?” she asks, looking over her shoulder at you. 

“I am,” you say, nodding.

Suddenly, the interior doors that Tae slipped through were fully opened, and you felt a million butterflies come alive in your stomach. Jisoo and Lisa walk perfectly in sync with one another into a room that you can't see into quite yet. 

“3…,” Seungkwan whispers, and you stand a little bit taller. “2…” you swallow thickly and clutch your flowers tightly in your hands. “1…” You inhale… .exhale…. inhale…. exhale …inhale.

Seungkwan leads you to the doors, and you can hear a piano gently playing from somewhere in the room. Your eyes shoot straightforward as you walk through the doorway. Your gaze immediately locks on Yoongi standing on the other side of the room. Your heartbeat picks up as you stare at him. Waiting. Waiting for you. Handsome with his dark hair perfectly tousled.  Dressed in all a black suit, standing tall, probably just as nervous, waiting for you. Jimin and Hobi are standing right next to him in matching purple button ups and black pants, which also match Lisa and Jisoo. Jungkook, who follows your every move off to the side with a video camera in his hand, Tae still snaps away, taking pictures.  

Your eyes, take a glance off to the other side as you let Seungkwan lead you down an invisible aisle that you would assume would be lined with chairs during wedding season. Your sister stands with Mingyu. She gives you a small wave, and you wiggle your fingers that are holding your flowers back at her. She was here for you. Yoongi didn't have to invite her to this wedding but he did and you love him for that. He put his own feelings aside and did that for you. 

You finally notice that the music was coming from Namjoon sitting behind a piano with his eyes closed, fingers dancing gracefully over the keys not missing one note. A beautiful melody drifting through the room as you get closer to the man you love.  

Yoongi steps forward, eyes locked with yours. Seungkwan gently removes his arm from yours as you step in front of your future husband. He moves to the side as Yoongi takes his place, entangling his arm with yours. You smile at him and nod your head silently at him. He smiles, a full gummy smile as he leads you the rest of the way until you're standing in front of Jin, who, like Seungkwan, is in a traditional tux. The melody on the piano slowly comes to a stop. Exhale….you can finally feel like you can breathe.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers quietly for only the two of you to hear, and you smile in return.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we gather here today to celebrate Y/N and Yoongi….” Jin starts, but his words become faded as you look at Yoongi.

Yoongi, who stood by you when you felt so alone. Yoongi who supported your dreams and made you chase after them. Yoongi, who is always so patient and understanding. Yoongi, who fell in love with at seventeen. Yoongi, who is worth fighting for. Your love, your heart. 

His eyes suddenly shift from Jin to you and smirks at you. Slowly, he leans in with the intention of giving you a kiss, but Jin puts a stop to that by shoving a book between your faces. It's not the bible, though. With a quick look down to see a copy of Don Quixote in his hand. 

“I didn't give you permission yet,” Jin scolds, making you and Yoongi move your heads away from one another.  You could hear some laughing coming from your friends.  Both you and Yoongi stand straight, giving Jin all your attention. “Yoongi, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife from this day forward, pledging your love, life, and loyalty in every season until the end of your days?”

“I do,” Yoongi said quietly. 

“Y/N, do you take Yoongi to be your lawfully wedded wife from this day forward, pledging your love, life, and loyalty in every season until the end of your days?”

“I do,” you say just as quietly. 

Lisa taps your elbow and presents you with Yoongi's opened black velvet ring box. You take the ring inside, and she quickly hides the box away again. Turning back to Yoongi, you can feel your hand shake ever so slightly. You look at your own ring held between Yoongi’s fingers. Pressed so firmly that the bed of his fingernails are white. He is just as nervous. It puts you at ease knowing that you were not the only one affected. 

“Yoongi, Y/N, please place a ring on your partner’s finger and repeat after me together: With this ring, I marry you in the name of love, loyalty, and commitment.” Jin instructs.

“With this ring, I marry you in the name of love, loyalty, and commitment,” you and Yoongi recite together, slipping the wedding bands on each other's fingers. His black band slipped right on. It's a perfect fit. 

“By the power vested in me by QuickVows.com. I now pronounce you man and wife. NOW, you may kiss the bride,” Jin said with a smile and Yoongi cups the back of your head, bringing you in giving you the softest kiss you ever had.

“Boo…give her a real kiss…kiss…kiss…kiss,” everyone starts to chant.

Yoongi winks at you and dramatically dips you and molds your mouths together. Bringing your arms around his shoulders, you hold on tightly. Yoongi pulls back, standing the two of you upright. It's done. You're married. Married to the love of your life. The way you were feeling now. The overwhelming joy, the fullness in your heart, you wouldn't trade this feeling for the world. 

“Ahhh,” you screech as you are ripped away from Yoongi. Jungkook picks you up slightly, spinning you around before you are handed off to Tae for the same treatment.

“Put her down,” Yoongi tells them, but do they listen? Absolutely not.

Yoongi walks over and physically removes you from Tae arms. The room is slightly spinning when your feet hit the ground and you lean on your husband to steady yourself.  You laugh lightly as everything rights itself and your vision clears. You look back at your sister and Mingyu, who are both standing away from your group of friends. Walking away from Yoongi, you approach them and immediately wrap your sister in a hug. She lets out a squeak in surprise at the action, but she doesn't pull away. In fact, she hugs you back. 

“I'm happy you came,” you tell her and smile softly at Mingyu. “Both of you. Did Yoongi have Lisa call you?”

“No,” your sister answers. “Yoongi called.” 

“What?” you asked in astonishment. You look back at your husband, and he's laughing with Jimin at something. 

“Yeah, I was surprised too,” she tells you. “He wanted to talk with me and Mingyu. We met up last night, and it went well. He apologized for stringing me along so long. He said he wished he would have seen how mom's behavior was affecting me. I told him that it wasn't his fault, and I apologized for acting so crazy.”

“You're not crazy,” you and Mingyu say at the same time. The three of you chuckle at that. 

“He and I won't be best friends, but I feel good about it.” she says, wrapping her arms around her fiance. “I guess it all worked out in the end. Despite everything, we're happy, and that's all that matters.”

“I agree,” Yoongi says, coming up and grabbing your hand. “There's no reason we can't be civil. The past can stay where it is, and we can all move on. I know it was fast, but our time is almost up here.”

“Now?” you asked clearly confused, looking around at your friends who are gathering by the door. 

“Now,” Yoongi confirms, nodding his head. “Hopefully, we will see you two soon, and you'll join us for the ….other….wedding.” He says, looking between your sister and Mingyu. 

“Of course, and our lips are sealed,” Mingyu says and shakes Yoongi's hand before pulling you into a hug.”Congratulations, sis.” 

“Thanks,” you say, turning red at his act of affection. 

Your sister squeezes your hand in goodbye as they turn to leave, and you turn to look at Yoongi. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body against his, kissing you once more. Whistles could be heard coming from the gathered ground. You hide your face in Yoongi's chest, embarrassed.

“Knock it off,” Yoongi says, taking your hand once more and guiding you past your friends and out of the room. “We will call you all later.” He calls over his shoulder. 

“Where are we going?” You ask, picking your dress up so it didn't drag on the ground. 

“Remember that surprise I told you about?” He asks.

“This wasn't the surprise?” You ask as he guides you to his car.

“It was part of the surprise,” he says, opening the door for you.

You slide into the passenger seat, and he helps you with your dress before shutting the door. You watch as he runs around to the driver side and gets in himself. Reaching over, he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a black blindfold. You raise an eyebrow at him. You definitely recognize it from that red chest.

“Rummaging around the red chest again?” You question making him laugh.

“Just put this on, and don't take it off until I tell you,” he orders. You follow his direction as he starts the cars and takes off. The both of you are quiet for the first few minutes of the ride. It took another minute before he finally spoke. “I wasn't only working on the  album.”

“What?” You ask, turning your head to look at him even though you couldn't see. 

“I took on a project of my own,” he admits. “Something that I thought would really help us. You said that you should have asked for help, just like I should have been honest with you. We need to get back to communicating with each other. I need us to promise each other that we don't let shit build up anymore.”

“I promise,” you say quietly. “I won't run away again either. I'm really sorry that I did that.”

“I was so scared, baby. I don't think that I have ever been that scared before,” he said, voice shaking a little bit. You reach your hand blindly out to him, and he takes it in his own hand. “I will never let us get to that place again.”

“Where are we going?” You ask. 

“Relax, we will be there soon,” he said, kissing your knuckles. 

You weren't sure how long the two of you were driving for. It felt like forever, but in reality, it was probably only ten minutes. You go to reach for the blindfold when you feel him park the car, but he's quick to pull your hand away.

“Not yet,” he says.  You hear his door and open and shut before your door opens next to you. Yoongi reaches in and guides you out of the car as carefully as he can. Your feet hit the ground, and it feels quite soft as they sink into the ground a little bit. You figured that you were probably standing on grass. His body presses against your back, lips press against your bare shoulder.  “Go ahead.”

You grab the material and bring it over your head. You blink your eyes a couple of times to clear your vision before your eyes finally take in what is in front of you. A house. A large ranch style house. You look around in confusion. 

“I don't understand,” you say, looking at the beautiful house with dark gray siding.

“It's ours,” Yoongi tells you. “This is what I have been working on. Why I've been so tired and extra stressed. I have had to spend a lot of time with contractors during the day to get it right just to work all night to catch up on the music.  Come on.” 

You take his hand, and he leads you up a cement driveway that has wood and various materials lying about. Pulling keys out of his pocket, he unlocks the door and smiles at you. You think that you are still in shock. He bought you a house. A home. As he opens the door, you go to take a step inside, but he pulls you back and sweeps you off your feet and into his arms bridal style.

“This is what I'm supposed to do, right?” He asks, stepping into the house with you in his arms. 

As you enter, he places you on your feet. You were greeted with light hardwood floors, light gray walls, a gray stone fireplace, and dark exposed beams. The space was open and beautiful. It looked like it came right out of a magazine.  You turn a circle, your lace dress twisting around you as you take everything in. A home with him. Not his apartment. An honest to god home.

“This is amazing,” you breathe. 

“This isn't what I was working on,” he says and holds out his hand once more. You take it without question as he leads you to a door in the kitchen that, upon opening it , you see it goes downstairs. “Be careful.”

The smell of fresh wood hits you the further you go down the steps. When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you look around in confusion again. Downstairs was large and appeared to be in the process of being renovated. You see, a large area in the corner squared out, like it was its own little room. It wasn't until you saw a large box labeled Studio Door that it finally dawned on you. 

“You're building a studio?” You question turning to face him with pure shock written on your face.

“It was the only solution that I could come up with. I can't really ever promise that I won't have long sleepless nights working on an album again….but…at least I would be here. With you, with our children.” He tells you.

“Children?” You ask. 

“We have four bedrooms,” he tells you as he takes you in his arms. “Plenty of room for them to grow up here. A little bit of me and you running around.”

Yoongi leans down and kisses you.  You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, holding him close. This all feels like a dream. You're married….you have a husband. You're standing in a beautiful home where you will eventually raise your children. He is giving you the family that you have always wanted. 

“I love you,” you whisper as you pull away from him.

“I have one more surprise,” he winks at you as he pulls you up back upstairs and out a sliding glass door in the kitchen. He guides you around to the back of the house where there is a large patio.

s“A pool!” You exclaim as he continues to walk past it.

“Yes, but that's not the surprise,” he says as he continues to pull you along further into  the grass before he finally comes to a stop. 

“What?” You ask as you look at nothing. Nothing but grass, trees, and a fence line. 

“See those wooden stakes in the ground?” He asks, and you nod your head in confirmation. “That, my beautiful wife, is your future art studio. I figured you'll need some place to get away from me and the kids from time to time.” 

“My art studio?” You question, and he nods his head. “What if I'm not a good mom,” you whisper as you look at your feet.

“You'll be an amazing mom,” he tells you, pressing himself against your back again, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Don't stress about it now. We have plenty of time to talk about it. Now, let's get back home so I can get this dress off you.”

“Yoongi!” you gasp as you slap his arm.

“What? Can't I make love to my wife?” He asks as he places his hands on your hips, fingers digging into the material of the dress. “I promise I'll be gentle. Maybe.”

“Don't rip it,” you say breathlessly as you run your hands through the back of his hair.

Yoongi's lips are attached to your neck as his hands grab at the back of your dress. His fingers finally find the top button of the vintage lace dress. His head pokes over your shoulder as his fingers carefully undoes each button down your back.  His hands move to the top of the dress once he finishes and slowly pull it down your body and over your hips before letting go. The material falls softly, pooling at your feet on the floor. 

“Your so fucking beautiful,” he says, moving his lips to your mouth. Pressing them firmly before he licks your bottom lip and gives it a light tug. “I think my heart skipped a few beats when I saw you today.”

Your hands caress his chest over his black dress shirt. Letting them wander down, you tug the hem out of his pants before you reach for his first button just under the base of his throat. Yoongi doesn't let you. Instead, he grabs your hands, interlocking your fingers together and bringing them down. Circling his arms around you, he picks you up, stepping around your dress and settling you on the bed. You lie back on the soft mattress as Yoongi hovers over you, still fully clothed. His hands sneak behind your back, undoing your bra and tossing it to the side.  Without hesitation, Yoongi attaches his mouth to your breast, taking your nipple into his mouth.  Lightly, he sucks on it before rolling it with his tongue. His unoccupied hand comes up to grab the fullness of your other breast, massaging it firmly. You arch your chest up in response to his ministrations. 

“You're mine forever now,” he tells you as he kisses a wet trail up your chest to lips. “My wife. My beautiful….sexy….amazing wife.” 

“Forever?” you ask, feeling delirious. 

“Forever,” he confirms. Yoongi places both knees on either side of your hips and unbuttons his dress shirt. Once accomplished, he tosses it onto the floor by the bed. Dipping back down, he shoves his tongue into your mouth, which you greedily accept. You let your hands travel back down his body, reaching for his belt, but once again, he stopped you. Yoongi wrapped his hands around your wrists and pinned them above your head. “Let me take my time.” He says quietly. 

Yoongi’s fingertips trail slowly down your arms, softly grazing the sides of your breasts, gently smoothing over your sides before grabbing the sides of your panties and pulling them down your legs. Covering your body with his own once again, you don't move. Your hands itch to do so, but you don't move a muscle. Yoongi's lips kiss down between your breasts, working his way south and down over your stomach.

“Yoongi,” you mewl, closing your eyes and taking in the feeling of his lips on your body. 

Positioning himself between your legs, Yoongi drapes both of your legs over his shoulders. Fingers dig into your soft flesh on the top of your thighs as he lowers his mouth to your most intimate spot. You sigh and wiggle your hips against his mouth. He responds by moaning against you and gripping your legs tighter as he pushes his face into your pussy trying to get as close as he can. His languid kitten licks soon turn hasty, flicking your sensitive button quickly as his hands rub up your legs to your hips and back again. 

“Please,” you beg him. “I need more.”

Yoongi removes your legs from his shoulder and sits on his knees at the end of the bed. Undoing his belt, he unbuttons his dress pants, dropping both his pants and underwear in one motion to his mid thighs.  Leaning over, he grabs the back of your neck, bringing you forward and onto your own knees in front of him. Moving to his feet Yoongi stands on the floor hand still on your neck guiding your mouth to his hardened cock. You open your mouth as he guides himself inside. He lets out a long exhale as your wet mouth envelopes him. Hollowing your cheeks, his hips shallowly thrust as you suck on him. His hand tangles in your loose curls, holding you in place as he continues to move back and forth, in and out of your mouth.  

“I can't ever hold back when it comes to you,” Yoongi hisses. “You make me want to be fucking feral. Ever since that first night…you're all I ever want.” 

You hum around his length in response. You take him deeper until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat making you gag. Pulling you off him, Yoongi quickly kicks off his clothes and pulls you down onto the bed with him spooned up behind you. Pressing his hand against your stomach, you scooch back right up against his body. Yoongi runs his hand up your torso, stopping to grab at your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers. You push your ass against his pelvis in response to the jolt of pleasure that shoots down to your core. 

“Yoongi, more,” you say again as you tilt your head back. 

“Anything for you,” he whispers, moving your top leg to drape over his own as he looks down at you, your eyes still closed, taking in the pleasure his touch is giving you. Yoongi taps two of his fingers against your lips. Obeying, you open your mouth as he slides his fingers in, wetting them with your saliva.  Pulling his fingers back out, he doesn't waste any time before stroking your folds. You were already so wet that his fingers slipped in easily with very little effort. Kissing your cheek, he pumps his fingers in and out at an achingly slow pace. “So fucking wet,” he growls. 

“More!” You demand, causing Yoongi to laugh as he pulls his fingers from you and grabs your jaw. 

“Ask nicely,” he teases as he slants your head back. Your eyes fly open and stare up at him.

“P..please,” your voice breaks as you plead. 

Yoongi bends awkwardly to take your lips with his own. You only pull away as a gasp makes its way out of your mouth as he slides himself into you. Placing his hand on your hip for stability, he barely pulls back before thrusting back in. His shallow pumping feels good but not enough. You can't take his teasing anymore. Placing your hands on the bed in front of you, you push yourself back against him, rolling your ass on his hips. Wanting to feel the entirety of his length stroking your insides as you almost let him fall out before sinking all the way back on him again and again.   

“Shit,” he hisses as he watches you roll your body against him. 

Removing his hard length from your wetness, Yoongi pushes you onto your stomach before grabbing your hips and pulling you up onto your knees. Slamming back into you, you fall forward with a squeal as your face hits the mattress. Yoongi, hips smack against your ass, his hands grip you sides pulling you back against him roughly. The familiar heat starts to spread from deep within. Your thighs start to stiffen, and toes start to curl as your body repeatedly jostles back and forth. Yoongi moves forward to hover over your back, hands on the bed landing on either side of your head. Deeper, he's fucking deeper, catching that special spot that makes you see stars. The winding in your stomach, that delicious winding snaps. 

“Oh,” you gasp as your body jerks. You hand grasp his wrists tightly as you hit that delicious high, “Oh, Ohhh, shit.”

“Fuck yeah,” he gasps, hips start hitting you a little harder. The wet sounds as you come are eroctic, pornographic and it spurs him on even more as he sits up onto his knees.  Once again, Yoongi pulls out of your wet warmth more before flipping you on your back. Slipping back into you with a deep moan of his own, Yoongi places your knees over his shoulders and pistons his cock in and out of you, chasing his own high. “Fuck, almost there, baby. Almost fucking there.” 

His steady thrusting turns sloppy and inconsistent. His breathing is harsh and ragged as his eyes never leave yours. With one final push of his hips, getting as deep as he can, Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut as he lets out the deepest groan you think you have ever heard from him. Your legs fall from his shoulders. You reach up and pull his body down, flush against your own. Yoongi pushes his hands and arms underneath your back, holding you securely. You've never felt so safe, so loved as you do in this moment right now.

Yoongi, the love of your life. Yoongi, who works his ass off for you. Yoongi, who hangs the moon for you. Yoongi, your world, your husband. 

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[loviingpedri]

hi:) can u pls write a fic where trent has a secret gf (there’s no reason to keep her a secret, he just likes having her to himself and wants their relationship to be just theirs for a while) but his friends/brothers notice him always ditching them to meet/call ‘someone’ and they start teaching him like damnn are u in love or something??? thank you :)

secret lover - trent a.a

prompt: request

warnings: grammar issues

credits to all owners for images

trent was the best boyfriend. you couldn’t ask for someone better than him.

he prioritized you. he valued you. to him, his whole life is you.

keeping his dedication to you, it was a mutual agreement to be a secret couple. you loved it. it was adorable how you would be far away from him in a bar while he tried to sneak away to see you. how he would hide his phone when he got your messages. or when he simply left parties very early because he couldn’t bear to be without you.

of course it was getting suspicious. how he would step out of team dinners for almost 20 minutes to call you. his absence at places weren’t going to be dismissed either.

“hey trent. are you going to my place later for some games?”

“i don’t think so, mate. got some things to do.” once again, his friends were disappointed that he was ditching them again.

“what’s going on with you trent? that’s like the tenth time you bailed on us. don’t tell me you’ve met someone and haven’t thought to tell us.” the suspicion was rising once again.

“of course not. you’re my best mate, i can’t keep secrets from you.” lying through his cheeky smile, trent had relief wash over him as his friends just kept walking.

deciding to cancel your movie night since it was getting hard to keep your relationship a secret now, trent had decided to go to his friend’s house. if trent didn’t go there, they would come to him. and hiding was not a safe option for you.

“i’ll take some time to call you, yeah?” it wasn’t trent without dedicating some of his fun time towards you. it was hard for him to simply leave. he wanted to be with you every chance he could get.

“don’t worry about it. just have fun.” you kissed him goodbye and watched him leave.

trent took his sweet time getting there. it was the effort of being there, not how he got there.

“no way, trent actually came to join in on the fun.” getting out of his car, he was instantly met with shock.

“don’t push it mate.” after an hour of just playing straight video games and snacking, trent was missing you bad. he excused him to go call you.

“hey babe, how’s it going?” seeing your face made him instantly smile.

“not bad. just beat all of them in mario kart though. i’m a professional.”

“i see you got a new hobby now.”

“yeah. i might stay another hour, but i do miss you a lot.”

unexpectedly, his friends all heard the last sentence.

“do you have a special someone on the other line?” he was shocked, he just turned off the phone without even hanging up.

“what are you on about?” acting dumb was not his speciality.

“said you missed someone, i wonder who.”

“just my mom. don’t overthink it.”

“you’ve been ditching us for the past 2 months to go see your mom? don’t lie trent, you’ve been talking to someone.” he was in a sticky situation. he had no more words to say.

“trent, are you in love? you’re turning red a little bit.” just the thought of you made him light up.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he touched the back of his head in nervousness.

“arnold is really in love.”

all of a sudden, you broke into a laugh which was heard in the silent room. that laugh was definitely not from his mother as they’ve met her before. trent cursed at himself for not hanging up as his friends demanded to meet you. the secret was finally out.

[bloodibambiidoll]

Being Weird Is Cool

(SingleDad!Eddie Munson x SingleMom!Reader)

Summary: You and your son are new to Hawkins and meet Eddie and his daughter at the park. WK: 1.7K

Warnings: None really, this is just a fluffy sweet little self indulgent meet cute. Eddie and Reader are in their mid 20s and their kids are around 5 going into Kindergarten. Modern AU. Reader is implied to be alternative but it doesn’t have to be read that way.🩵 But as always, my blog is still 18+

A/N: So this is just a cute little blurb that came to me. I always see single dad Eddie but I hardly ever see single mom reader so I thought this would be cuteee. My son has a speech condition and I never see kids with special needs in fics so this is just something small n cute n close to my heart. Maybe I’ll turn it into a series of blurbs about these four, we will see. If anyone has any ideas/requests for these four I’d totally be open to writing them. 🤭🖤Part 2 - My Masterlist - Series Masterlist

“Excuse me, is that your child?”

You looked up from your phone, hearing the voice of an irritated sounding woman, ready to defend your son at a moment's notice. But when you looked up she wasn’t talking to you, she was standing in front of the man who was sitting on the bench next to yours. A scowl on her face, her hands on her hips, and a pudgy little boy with tears in his eyes and chocolate smudged all over him by her side. She tilted her head towards the little girl across the playground that had been playing with your son since you got here. She was very clearly this man’s daughter by the way the unruly brown curls on their heads matched. She was sitting on the ground next to your son with her hand on his shoulder, seemingly comforting him.

“Yeah, she’s mine. What’s up?” The man sounded annoyed, rightfully so.

“Well, she just made my son cry.” The woman scoffed.

He raised an eyebrow at her, looking at your kids then back at her.

“What happened?”

“Apparently she yelled in his face and pushed him over, you really need to teach your daughter how to behave.” The woman’s dirty blonde ponytail that was so tight it looked like it was going to make her eyes bulge he out of her head waved from side to side as she spoke.

“Charlotte! Can you come over here please?” The man called to his daughter, waving her over.

You watched as she stood, dusting wood chips off her black white colored dress before reaching her hand out to your son. She pulled him behind her as she walked over with a determined look on her face.

“Daddy! That little boy was mean to my friend! He told him he was weird and was mocking fun of his voice!” She stomped a little black booted foot and pointed her finger towards the boy in question.

“Charlotte… honey, did you push him over?” He asked her as he stood to his feet, crouching down so he was eye level with her.

At this point you had fully turned your body in their direction, ready to intervene.

“Oli, are you okay baby?” You asked him gently.

“Mommy!!!” He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your legs, burying his face into your knees.

“What happened honey?” You ran your fingers through his hair and he buried his face further into you. You look over at the man beside you, who looks at you apologetically before turning back to his daughter.

“Char… did you push that boy over there?”

“Yes! But-“

“Hey, no buts, okay? We don’t push people no matter what they do, it's not okay to push.” He told her and he gently rested a large ringed hand on her little shoulder.

“Okay daddy…” she looked down at her little feet with her hands behind her back, bashful.

“Now, do you want to tell me what happened? Calmly.” He titled his head so she was looking him in the eyes again and she pouted. “Come on baby, we can’t fix it if we don’t know.”

“Her PUSHED me! I was just trying play with them and she yelled and pushed!” The little boy spoke up, pointing at her from behind his moms legs.

“No! No! Mean!” Your son, Oliver, who was normally very soft spoken and shy raised his head from your knees to yell at the other boy.

“Okay whoa whoa whoa, let’s everybody calm down.” You looked down at Oli and smiled, rubbing soft circles on his back to try and keep him calm.

“Hey sweetie, your name is Charlotte, right?” You asked her.

“Mhm” She stuck her bottom lip out and nodded.

“Can you tell us what happened please?”

“Yes! That kid!” She pointed and glared at the chocolate covered boy “was being mean to MY new friend! He was mocking fun of his voice and calling him weird! But that’s just not nice!”

It didn’t take you long to figure out what she meant, Oliver was a late talker and very shy. He didn’t talk much and when he did it was only to people he was comfortable with. This wasn’t the first and probably wouldn’t be the last time this happened. Most parents didn’t take the time to teach their kids that everyone is different so you’ve had to take it upon yourself to explain it to them on more than one occasion.

“So that other little boy was being mean to Oli about his voice and you stood up for him, right?”

“Yes! I didn’t want him to play with us and he wouldn’t go away and kept mocking fun of him! so I told him my dad said being weird is cool and I MADE him go away!” She was still stomping her little foot and pointing her little finger at the kid and you had to hold in a laugh at how cute she was.

“Well thank you for standing up for him honey, that’s very sweet of you. But I don’t think your daddy wants you to push people even if they’re mean, right?” You look over to her dad and make eye contact, silently asking for backup.

“Yeah baby, it’s very nice of you to stand up for your friend but I want you to apologize to that little boy for pushing him over, okay?” He put his hand on her back and tilted his head toward the boy and his mother.

“Well is him gonna say sorry? To my friend?” She narrowed her eyes at her father and looked between him and the other child.

“He has nothing to say sorry for! You pushed him! And maybe his mother needs to teach him how to communicate better!” She definitely should not have fucking said that.

“Fucking excuse me???” You stood up and walked past Oliver and straight up to the woman’s pinched face. “We were trying to do the right thing and teach our kids that hitting is never okay but if you want to play it like that?? Okay. How about you teach your son how to treat people? That everyone’s different and it’s not okay to just talk down to people because you don’t understand them? How about you wipe his fucking face and get the fuck out of mine before I show them that maybe hitting isn’t so bad after all.” You practically growled, your eyes boring into hers.

“You people are fucking insane, who let people like you even have children??” She gasped before turning on her heel and leaving the park, dragging her son behind her.

“Fucking bitch.” You scoffed, turning to Oliver and crouching down in front of him. “You okay baby?”

“Yeah mama, okay.” He smiled at you and gave you a thumbs up.

“That was fucking awesome.” The man next to you chuckled and slapped his thigh. “Her face!! She couldn’t even believe you were talking to her like that!!” He laughed.

You looked over at him and smiled, this was the first time you were really looking at him and wow. He was beautiful. You had already noticed his hair but now that you’re looking directly at him you can see his pretty brown eyes, and plush pink lips. When he smiles you see two cute little dimples appear on each side of his mouth and he’s dressed really cute too. Ripped jeans, old band tee, beat up sneakers and a leather jacket. Damn.

“I promise you that is not the first time I’ve dealt with a woman like that and I’m positive it will not be the last.” You chuckled.

“Well you handled it like a goddess, if I was a woman I might’ve punched her.”

“Well I absolutely wanted to.” You both started busting up laughing.

“I’m Eddie, by the way, and you already met Charlotte.” He smiled at you and extended his hand, you took it and told him your name in return.

“And this is Oliver, who you already kinda sorta not really met.” You gestured to your son and Charlotte came bounding over.

“Oli! You want play with me still?” She smiled big at him.

“Yep! Mhm!” He clapped.

“Gotta catch meeeee then!!!!” She ran off towards the playground and he went chasing after her.

“You’re a good dad, not a lot of kids take the time to understand that other kids are different, just because they aren’t taught that at home. You clearly teach her well.” You said with a smile.

“Yeah, I try to teach her that everyone’s different. I mean look at me, it’s not like I had the easiest time growing up, or even now other parents judge me and look down on me for being a single dad and well, just being me. I never want her to feel like that.” He watched his daughter run after your son with a fond smile.

“Yeah” You looked down at your own ripped jean shorts and tights and smiled. “Yeah, I think I get that.”

“Are you guys new in town? I haven’t seen you around and I think I’ve seen everyone in this town at least once”

“Oh, yeah, me and him just moved here last week so we don’t really know anyone yet. I’m hoping once the kids start school next month he will have a bit of an easier time making friends.” You sighed. “He’s just really shy, he has a hard time talking and he gets really nervous.”

“Well, it looks like he already has one friend.” He smiled at you and pointed towards the playground where Oli was pushing Charlotte on the swing.

“Looks like it.” You looked over at Eddie and smiled.

“And that goes for you too, you know? You have one friend now too, if you want.” He smiled at you hopefully, those cute dimples showing.

“Yeah? I think I’d like that.” You felt your face warm when you smiled back at him.

“We were going to get ice cream after this, do you guys want to come? It’s just down the street we usually walk from here.”

“That actually sounds really nice Eddie, thank you.”

“KIDS!!! Ice cream!!?!!” He yelled the magic words and huge grins spread across both their faces as they came running full speed towards you.

Maybe Hawkins wouldn’t be so bad.

[luvingspence]

rude boy | r.w

reese wilkerson x female!reader

authors note: my first full fic in a while! i know the malcolm in the middle fandom is quite small and a lot of my current followers won’t care about this fic so i’m very sorry but mitm is my biggest obsession rn so i wanted to write for reese!

sorry for my rusty writing! and if i accidentally switch between mom and mum i’m so sorry! im not used to saying mom!

if anyone is also a reese fan feel free to give me more ideas! i don’t have a lot of time for full fics because of university but i’m always free for HCs :)

synopsis: Reese Wilkerson, rude, violent and brutish and the three words that come to mind when one hears his name. But surely there’s a lot more to him, right?

warnings: none, i’m just not american so my description of US schools and stuff will be very inaccurate, sorry! Also Reese is 17! But there is no Jamie. So like Season 6 is Jamie wasn’t there.

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School had been an absolute drag that day. She returned home with frizzy hair, worn off and imperfect makeup that had been decent looking ghat very morning, and a C+ English paper she had been slaving away at for the past two weeks in her bag.

In all honesty, she was just holding out for prom. Her last hoorah before college, an out of state one, far away from North High, people she didn’t like, teachers she didn’t like, and a town she didn’t like.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Her mother gingerly chirped from the kitchen. Y/N followed her mother’s voice into the kitchen, smelling whatever it was she was making for dinner.

“Hi, Mom.” She said quietly, leaning over the counter as she rested her chin on her hand, the other she used to dip her finger into the small bowl of sauce her mother had sitting on the counter.

“Don’t touch!” Her mother laughed, lightly swatting her hand away.

Licking the remains of the sauce off her hand, she giggled out a sarcastic, “Sorry, Mom.”

“Oh whatever, dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. Go clean up and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Y/N shook her head, swinging her bag over her shoulder, ready to retreat to her room. “I can’t stay for dinner, I’m babysitting tonight, remember?”

She nodded. “Yeah, the Wilkersons.”

Her mother turned around, “The Wilkersons? Aren’t their boys in high school?”

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, two are but one is still in middle school. Lois doesn’t trust Reese or Malcolm to take care of Dewey or something so she asked me to keep an eye on things.”

Her mother hummed. “Well, those boys can be a bit of trouble.”

“Trouble?!” She exclaimed, utterly exasperated. “There more than trouble. Malcolm’s okay. Awkward but okay. But Reese is a jackass.”

“Language!” Her mom laughed, but then her face softened. “But you never know what that boy could be going through, maybe there’s a reason why he’s such a jackass.”

Y/N thought for a moment. Maybe. But then again, is there a good enough excuse to justify the way Reese treats people?

At least once a day, she witnesses a younger kid cry over a cruel prank, comment, or action from Reese Wilkerson. In her mind, nothing excuses such mean behaviour and brutal actions.

“Maybe.”

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“Okay, emergency numbers are on the refrigerator, if you need to use one call me right after. We’ll be home at 11.” Lois, the Wilkerson boy’s mother, said as she frantically rummaged through her old purse. Y/N didn’t know what she was looking for.

“Alright, no problem!” She chirped sweetly, wanting to make a good impression. She was really just hoping for a good tip.

“And thank you so much for doing this.” Lois said, looking at her with tired eyes as her husband Hal rubbed her shoulder softly. “With our boys we never get to go out like this.”

Y/N nodded along and laughed. “I know, boys can be hard. I have a younger brother.”

Lois and Hal shared a look. “I’m sure he’s no match for our three.” Lois sighed, pursing her lips.

“Well four, but Francis is out of the house.” Hal corrected, sending a tight lipped smile to Y/N.

Once assured she had everything, Lois quickly checked herself in a mirror and brushed herself down before smiling widely. “Well, we should get going!” She turned to walk out the door, but quickly turned back around and gave Y/N a pointed look, “Whatever Reese says to you is probably a lie, remember that!”

Y/N nodded curtly before waving the couple off.

Once the door closed she turned to sit on the couch, deciding to watch some TV. She was pretty sure the boys were in their room, but decided to leave them be.

She wasn’t an actual babysitter, just hired damage control to make sure they don’t burn the house down.

While flicking through a few channels, a crash was heard from the boys room, and suddenly, the eldest and youngest emerged and now stood in the kitchen.

“You’re the worst brother ever!” The youngest cried out, holding a broken model ship in his hands. “I worked on this for hours!”

“That thing was stupid anyway.” Reese said, taking a broken part from Dewey’s hands, throwing it to the ground before stomping on it. As if the thing wasn’t broken enough already.

Feeling sorry for Dewey, Y/N stood up, marching over to the boys. “Oh my god! What did you do?”

“Who the hell are you?” Reese said rudely.

“Why are you in our house?” Dewey added, confused, but he soon resumed sadly looking at the ruined model in his hands.

Hal and Lois mustn’t have told them. “Oh-“ She realised she did look like an intruder, “Your parents hired me to keep an eye on you guys while they went out tonight. I’m Y/N.”

She did a double take, “Reese, you know me, we have a class together.”

“A babysitter?” Reese groaned, ignoring her second comment and walking to the TV room and flopping onto the couch.

“No, more like-“ She thought for a moment. “Okay yeah, kind of like a babysitter.”

“Do they forget I’m in high school?” The boy huffed, eyes closed tightly. The embarrassment was clear on his face, it’s not normal for a 17 year old to be babysat by a peer, but with his behaviour, Y/N can’t really blame his parents for being cautious.

“No, they don’t, they just don’t trust you.” She quipped, standing next to Dewey.

“Whatever.” Reese scowled, rising from the couch. He gave Y/N a mean glare before returning to the boys shared bedroom.

She watched him as he walked away, then shrugging, going back to her place on the couch. She rummaged through her bag, lifting out a dark red dress and a small sewing kit.

The youngest Wilkerson sat next to her, “What are you doing?”.

She smiled sweetly, “This is my prom dress. I’m just DIY-ing the zipper. It’s not closing right.” She said while turning the dress inside out to focus on perfecting the zipper.

“It’s pretty.” Dewey said very matter-of-factly. He set his broken model on the coffee table, sighing and staring at his ruined hard work.

“I’m sorry about your ship, Dewey.” Her gaze turned sympathetic as she looked at him.

“It’s the USS Constitution. It looked really cool when it was still in one piece.” He said.

“I’m sure it did.”

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Dewey still sat next to Y/N, chatting away and laughing, telling little kid jokes while trying to fix his model ship with some glue. Meanwhile, Y/N sat next to him, still carefully fixing her zipper an hour later.

She worked carefully around the lace on the bust of the chest, ensuring her needlework was slow and cautious to keep the dress in its original condition. She nodded along to watch Dewey was saying, replying with soft hums and quips, still engaged, but not distracted.

Clattering and yelling began and began to grow louder as Reese snd Malcolm approached the living room. It had been quiet for sometime, but clearly the short period of peace in the Wilkerson household had ended.

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes as she and Dewey placed their respective projects on the coffee table, Y/N preparing to mediate and Dewey preparing to simply stand by and witness his two older brother’s antics.

The yelling was indiscernible, all that should be heard was the sound of crude insults being thrown and the two boys hitting each other.

“Stop making me feel so stupid all the time then!” Reese shoved his brother, pushing him dangerously closer to the coffee table as he yelled at Malcolm.

“I didn’t say anything!” Malcolm replied, denying his brother’s accusations, shoving him back.

The back and forth shoving continued to ensue until Reese’s last harsh, strong shove sent Malcolm falling into the table, breaking a leg off the table and sending Dewey’s boat flying onto the floor.

“What is wrong with you two!” Y/N cried, getting on her knees to inspect the damage.

“We break stuff all the time, Mom’s used to it.” Malcolm said carelessly, picking himself up as her rubbed his back which seemingly took the brunt of the fall.

“Yeah, but it happened under my watch!” She groaned, “I was meant to make sure stuff like this didn’t happen.” She began picking the magazines, books, and other miscellaneous items off the floor.

“Oh my-,” Her eyes widened and her eyes welled up slightly. In her hands was her pretty red dress, now torn slightly with spilled glue all over it. The tear she could fix, but the glue?

Dewey looked on, staring at Y/N before looking to Malcolm and Reese, and his eyes began to dart back and forth between them. “Is that your…?”

She nodded.

“What is it?” Malcolm asked.

“It was my dress for prom. I was fixing it up a bit and now there’s glue all over it.” She said quietly, balling it up it her hands and resting it on her lap and she stared at the floor.

“Oh crap.” Malcolm looked to Reese. “Sorry, Y/N. Can you like, wash it out or anything?”

She shook her head.

“I’m not sorry.” Reese shrugged. “It’s prom, no big deal. Just don’t go. I’m not.”

She stood up, still holding her dress as she narrowed her eyes. “Reese, you aren’t going because you don’t want to, but I did. A-And I paid so much money for this dress and shoes-“ She huffed, “And now I can’t go.”

Malcolm nervously laughed, taking the dress from her hands, “Sure you can!” He inspected the dress, the glue had dried into a hardened splotch on the lace. There was no fixing it. “You can get a new dress! We’ll pitch in.” He stared at her with pleading eyes. “Just don’t tell our Mom, please!”

“I won’t tell her.” She sniffed. “Snitching won’t get me this dress back.”

“How much was it?” Dewey asked sweetly.

“Like, 300 dollars.” She laughed. “I saved up like two pay checks and my Mom added the rest.”

Malcolm grabbed his wallet and began to go through it, “I have…” He handed her a wad of cash, “174 dollars. I did some extra shifts, that should be enough to get a new dress once Reese chips in, right?”

She held the wad of cash while Reese scrunched up his face incredulously, “What? No! It’s just a dumb dress, get a cheaper one with your own money.” He snatched the money back and pocketed it.

Malcolm shoved his shoulder, “We’ll get into so much trouble if we don’t fix this dress. Just give her some money and we’ll be in the clear.” Reese rolled his eyes and handed the money back.

“Fine. Take Malcolm’s money.” He sent her a rude, sarcastic smile and walked away. “But you’re not taking any of mine!” And with that, he was back in his room with the door shut.

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Breakfast the next day was the usual in the Wilkerson house, loud and chaotic, and the boys arguing over the last scrap of bacon.

Lois stood staring at her boys, leaning against the kitchen counter with arms folded and eyes narrowed. “Y/N left upset last night. What happened?”

Malcolm gulped, Dewey’s lips tightened, while Reese took the opportunity to grab the last bit of bacon.

“She was upset? We didn’t notice?” Malcolm said with a nervous laugh, picking at his plate.

“Maybe something happened at school that day?” Dewey offered, hoping Lois would drop it.

“It was probably that stupid dress.” Reese said stupidly and nonchalantly, a mouth full of bacon, clearly unfeeling towards what he did he Y/N’s dress.

“Dress?” Lois exclaimed, silently demanding answers. “What did you boys do?!”

“Y/N and I were on the couch and Reese and Malcolm came into the TV room fighting and then Reese pushed Malcolm into the coffee table, and spilled glue all over Y/N’s prom dress while she was sewing it!” Dewey exclaimed, losing breath while he rambled out an explanation, ensuring he preserved his own innocence.

Lois’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open, her eye brows raised and were now covered by her fringe. “You got glue all over that poor girls prom dress?” She marched over to the boys. “Did you apologise? Your father snd I are going to have to buy that girl a new prom dress now! I can’t believe you two!”

“I apologised! I gave her all the money in my wallet to help her buy a new one.” Malcolm put his hands on his chest, quickly defending himself before deciding to throw Reese under the bus, it was his fault after all. “Reese didn’t apologise! He’s the one that really ruined it anyway, he pushed me into the coffee table!”

Lois grabbed Reese by the ear, “You-,” She collected herself, “You are going to pick up extra shifts, buy her a new dress and give it to her yourself, Reese.”

“But-“ He tried.

“And no TV, no video games, no going outside, you are in your room for three weeks, Mister!” She dragged him to his room and slammed the door.

Reese flopped onto his bed, “Crap.”

He supposed he felt bad. She was just sitting on the couch with Dewey. And she spent a lot of money on the dress. She said she even bought matching shoes. He huffed and walked over to his drawer at a desk in his room, he shifted through the mess in the drawer until he found his most recent pay check, crumpled up in a ball. He hadn’t used it yet.

160 dollars. Maybe he should just give this to her. Buy herself the dress. He didn’t know what dress she would like. He didn’t even know any dress stores near by.

“Guess I’ll just find a dress store.”

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Prom was in a week. Reese still hadn’t given her a dress yet, and at this point Y/N was sure she just wouldn’t go unless she was willing to wear jeans and a nice blouse.

“Y/N?” She looked up from the bench she sat on, her friends all just as confused as her when they saw Reese Wilkerson in front of them, looking bashful and nervous.

“Yeah?” She deadpanned, not caring to speak to the boy who ruined her prom.

“Can we talk?” He looked at her pleadingly, one hand gripping a bag strap. She had never seen him look like this before, so out of pure curiosity and nothing else, she nodded and followed him to a secluded stairwell.

“What is it, Reese?” She leant against a wall, staring at him, wanting whatever this one to be over with.

He handed her a bag. It was a large paper bag with pink and white stripes with the name of a local dress store written on it in cursive black writing. “Here.” He almost shoved the bag in her hands, she clutched it to her chest, staring at him.

“Well, open it!” He near yelled. Not out of rudeness, but more out of awkwardness.

Obeying him, she opened the bag and pulled out a red dress. She held it by the straps to allow the dress to unfold, and as the satin fabric fell she gasped. It was a dark black-red, with gorgeous black lace over it. It looked to be exactly her size too. Lois definitely helped with his.

“I know it isn’t the exact one but the dress store said I couldn’t have that dress because they don’t sell the same dress twice to the same school or something.” He rambled out. “But I thought this was like, similar.”

She smiled widely. “Thank you, Reese. I actually like this a lot more than my first dress.” She folded the dress up carefully and put it back in the bag. She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed slightly. “This was really sweet of you.”

Reese smiled. “I mean, my mom made me do it but, you’re welcome.”

“Well, tell your mom thank you.”

“I will.”

They stared at each other for a bit.

“Do you wanna go with me?” She blurted out.

His brows furrowed, “Huh?”

“Prom.” She clarified bashfully. “I.. I know you don’t want to go but, this is your senior year, you know? You might regret not going so.. do you wanna go with me?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Uh, yeah, okay.” He nodded and smiled.

“Great!” She chirped. “My friends and I rented a limo, a few of the girls are bringing dates so you won’t be the only guy. I’ll tell the limo to swing round yours at around 8.” She smiled, “Unless you wanna come to mine and they’ll pick us up together.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there.” She nodded.

“Cool.”

The bell rang, signalling lunch was over. “Well, I’ve gotta go to class but, I’ll see you later?”

“See you later.” Reese nodded with the most genuine smile she had ever seen on his face. She wondered what a date with him would actually be like.

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“Honey! That boy is here!” Her mom called sweetly from the living room.

“Yeah, one second!” She called back. She dusted herself over, ensuring she had packed everything she needed in her small black bag; lipgloss, prom ticket, powder and a puff. She was ready to go.

She walked down the stairs, a little less than gracefully; these heels were the highest she had ever worn. She was nervous for Reese’s reaction. She didn’t like him, surely not, but every girl wants her date to tell her she’s pretty.

“Oh, Y/N you look gorgeous!” Her mom clapped excitedly, “Pictures! C’mon, stand next to Reese.”

She smiled at her mother’s excitement and stood next to Reese, who was stood a bit away from her mom wearing a slightly ill-fitting suit, but he still looked quite put together, a lot different from the usual.

She would even go as far to say he looked handsome.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She said back, a slight shy smile on her face as she averted her gaze to the carpeted floor.

“You look nice.” He said lowly. Clearly he was just as shy as she.

“So do you.” She returned the compliment.

“Okay, stand closer!” Her mom said cheekily as she giggled from behind the camera, “He’s your date, don’t act like you hate him.”

They followed Y/N’s mom’s instructions for the photos, and after what felt like far too long, but was realistically probably five minutes. After the photos, her mom placed the camera down on a small dark wooden table next to the staircase and held her daughter’s face in her hands.

“Okay, you two go have a good time.” She kissed Y/N’a forehead. “And if you somehow end up having a few drinks don’t come home drunk. If I can’t tell you won’t get in trouble.” She joked.

“There’s not gonna be alcohol, I think they’re checking bags and pockets at the door anyway.” Y/N reassured her mother.

“They are?!” The two women looked at Reese.

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The music was loud, so loud in fact, Y/N and Reese couldn’t tell what song was playing. After an a few hours, the pair had grown quite sick of the prom. Overstimulated and bored, they had ran out of things to talk about. Not that they could really hear each other anyway.

“I’m pretty sure the bass is louder than the actual lyrics.” Y/N leaned to Reese’s ear so that he could hear her amongst the cacophony of terrible music, teacher’s yelling and teenage drama and gossip. He nodded in agreement, tugging on her arm.

“You wanna go outside for a while?” He asked, “My ears are ringing and I don’t wanna go deaf at prom!”

The laugh that escaped her went almost unheard, completely drowned out by typical teenage dance music. Smiling with a small nod, she agreed to leave with him. She would have usually told her friends, but she wasn’t quite sure where they were. She assumed somewhere with their dates, either on the dance floor or a stairwell for reasons she didn’t want to think about.

The air was cold and nippy, but it felt good to be far away from the sea of warm bodies in the gym hall. She rubbed her shoulders, heating herself up as she and Reese walked side by side, soon approaching the bleachers at the football field. They sat down on the first row of benches, glad to finally have somewhere to rest as all tables in the gym were taken.

“Tonight was good.” She smiled. “You glad you came?”

Reese thought for a moment, before giving her a curt nod, but he hadn’t smiled like she had expected. He suddenly looked quite sad.

“What’s up?” She scooted closer to him, thighs touching. “Have you not enjoyed tonight?”

“No!” He shook his head, “I did. I had fun.”

With brows furrowed, she placed her hand on his knee comfortingly. “Then what’s wrong?”

“Just like-“ He looked embarrassed. “The reason I didn’t want to come is that, well I thought no one would wanna go with me?”

“Oh.” She was surprised at his sudden vulnerability. “A lot of people show up with just their friends Reese, not having a date isn’t a big deal. People with dates usually end up with their friends by the end of the night anyway.”

Reese hunched over, placing his head in his hands, ruffling up the hair he cared so much about. “But I don’t even have any friends. Like, I’d be showing up completely alone. No date, no friends, like no one at all.”

She just didn’t know what to say, “R-Reese, you could have came with Malcolm? You could have both came tonight.”

“Show up to prom with my only friend, who’s also my brother?” He spoke as if the idea was utterly insane, looking at her sadly. “That’s so lame. We both don’t have friends. His only friend is Stevie.”

She just rubbed his back, not knowing what to say.

“Girls don’t like me. People just don’t like me.”

Sighing, she removed her warm hand his hand from his back, placing it in her own lap. “Reese? Can I be fully honest?”

He nodded, looking to the grass.

“Completely honest, and you won’t get upset?”

“I won’t get upset.”

“People don’t like you because you’re rude, Reese.” His brows furrowed, but his face relaxed. She was right.

“You’re mean to people who have done nothing to you, you bully girls instead of letting them know you like them in a mature, respectful way.” She continued. “You’re attractive, Reese. If you were nice and friendly you would have no problem with girls. If you weren’t so cruel you would have more friends. People have given up on being friends with you because you’ve either been mean to them or their friends.”

He gulped. “I know.”

She sighed, laughing frustratedly. “Then why act like that?”

His mouth opened, but no words came out. Speechlessness was rare for Reese. For a minute, a quiet silence was shared between them, until Reese offered an explanation.

“I’m not smart. I don’t know how to talk to people, or how to make friends.” He admitted slowly, his insecurity clear as day. “The only way I know how to be around people is to be like that, because that’s how I am with my brothers.”

She looked at him sympathetically. “But you can’t treat everyone at school like how you treat your brothers. Especially girls and the younger kids.”

“I know. But I don’t know how else to act.” He shrugged sadly.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “You haven’t been mean tonight. My friends and their dates got a long with you.” She lifted her head from his suit clad shoulder and made him look at her. “You did good tonight, Reese. They liked you. You can make friends.”

He looked at her with such unabashed vulnerability, “They like me?” She smiled at him, “Yeah, they do.”

Helplessly, he threw himself into her, hugging her with all his might. A tight, warm, all inviting embrace. She felt as if he has needed this. While his parents were lovely, and he had a tight relationship with his brothers, she can’t imagine he received affection very often.

“Thanks.” He whispered out, his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“You’re welcome, Reese.”

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Can you do a Rodrick fic where his band and the readers band are kinda like rivals but they end up falling for each other yknow? Sorry I’m so bad at detail lmao 💀

Battle of the Bands (Rodrick Heffley X Pop Singer!Reader)

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Summary: While wandering around during lunch, Rodrick sees a giant poster for Battle of the Bands, which immediately piques his interest. But while signing up, he meets the leader of a pop band.

A/N: lowkey famous au, reader is in a pop band based off of Citizen Queen (by based off of, i mean the band name is citizen queen and they sing a citizen queen song, but i just made up the other band members lol) (side note: just found out (writing this 6/6) that citizen queen is a three piece now AND grouptherapy is a duo?? Why was i not informed on this omg). Kinda inspired by some of the pop!reader x rocker!rodrick asks ive answered, also kinda inspired by metal lords 

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Rodrick had a routine of wandering around the school during lunch. He didn’t really like the cafeteria. It was loud, not in a cool rock way, and was filled with his annoying peers. So he grabbed whatever sandwich his mom packed for him that morning and ate it as he walked around campus. Sure, he could just eat in his van. But knowing him, he would probably miss class if he went anywhere outside the building. He didn’t mind that much, but his parents were way more on his ass about grades and attendance than usual.

While walking down one of the hallways, a giant poster caught Rodrick’s attention. “Battle of the Bands.” He read, eyes soon widening as he registered what it meant. This wasn’t just some poster advertising the event; it was also a sign-up sheet. Shoving his half-eaten sandwich into his mouth, Rodrick ran to the poster while trying to pull a pen out of his backpack.

The sign-up sheet was blank, so the poster must have just been put up. This felt like fate to Rodrick, seeing this before anyone else. He wrote his band’s name quickly, taking up two entry lines in his excitement. 

He stared at the poster a bit longer before someone appeared behind him. “Excuse me?” Rodrick whipped his head around to see a pretty girl with a lopsided smile.

“Hi.” Rodrick didn’t know why you had approached him, but he wasn’t about to stop you.

“Hey.” You pointed to the poster behind him. “Are you done with this?”

“Huh?” He suddenly remembered that he was in your way. “Oh! Yeah, sorry.”

Rodrick stepped to the side, watching you laugh lightly and take out a pen. “It’s okay.” He watched as you wrote a name below his, only taking up one line instead of two like him. You read his band’s name. “Loded… Dipper?”

“It’s pronounced ‘diaper.’” He corrected proudly, missing your muffled laughter. “We’re a rock band. I’m the drummer and the founder, Rodrick.”

He thrust out his hand for you to shake. “Cool.” You said. “I’m Y/n, singer and founder of Citizen Queen.” You pointed to the name you had written down. “We’re a pop band.”

Rodrick didn’t have the same decency as you to hide his laugh. “Pop? That’s like, so overdone.” You raised your brows at him in surprise.

“Well, you know what they say. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” You retorted, giving the sign-up sheet and then giving him a once-over. “Why’s your band called ‘Löded Diper’? Is it because you guys are full of crap?”

Rodrick gasped dramatically, dropping your hand. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Toosh.”

“It’s touche.”

“Touche.”

“I guess we’ll see you at auditions.” You say, giving Rodrick a sickly sweet smile. “Let’s hope you don’t stink as much as your name would suggest.”

Rodrick opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t think of anything. He groaned in frustration and pointed his finger at you. “I’ll think of a comeback to that.” You laughed, starting to walk away.

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking of one!”

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Rodrick saw you at auditions before you saw him. You were with your friends, joking around and doing warmups. 

“Hey, who’s the hottie you’re staring at, Rodrick?” Chris hit his friend’s shoulder, following his eye line to see you do some half-hearted dance practice with the rest of your band.

“Don’t…” Rodrick trailed off, knowing he would call you the exact same thing. But he needed to focus. He looked at Chris with a stern look. “Don’t call her hot. She’s the enemy, Chris, she’s competition.”

“Chill, man.” Drew laughed.

Rodrick whipped around to look at his band. “No. We gotta focus if we’re gonna win this thing. You can start thinking about hot chicks when we need groupies on our big sold-out world tour.” His bandmates thought about it for a moment, before nodding in understanding. “Good, now start setting up. We go on first.”

The rock band moved their equipment to the auditorium stage to set up. Seeing that the first band was about to audition, everyone settled into seats.

Löded Diper’s performance was… interesting, to say the least. The music wasn’t exactly your taste, mainly the lyrics. And they were very… energetic. That was the nicest way you could describe the somewhat cringey spectacle. As soon as the boys were finished, the two people conducting the auditions scribbled down some notes and yelled out for the next performers: you and your band.

While Löded Diper packed up their equipment, you decided to go up to talk to Rodrick. You figured that you might as well try to be civil with him. You had to admit that when he wasn’t talking, Rodrick Heffley was kinda cute.

“Nice job.” Rodrick looked up from one of his drum pieces, trying to decide whether or not you were being sarcastic. Maybe you were a little bit, but you wanted to keep that to yourself. 

“Thanks.” He said a bit skeptically. Then suddenly, the skepticism turned into cockiness. “Don’t hurt yourself trying to top it, baby.”

You rolled your eyes a bit playfully. “My name’s not ‘baby,’ don’t call me that.” Then you laughed a little. “And good comeback… I guess.”

“It only hurt a little to come up with.” 

“Two minutes until the next band comes up!” One of the adults called out, and Rodrick jumped to pack up the rest of his drum set.

You didn’t think he’d trust you to help him put his stuff away, and frankly, you didn’t exactly want to in the first place. “So… maybe we’ll see each other at Battle of the Bands?”

“Depends on how good you do.” He teased. Annie, one of your friends, called you over to where the rest of your band was grouped. You gave Rodrick one last look before starting to walk away. “Baby.”

You whipped around and saw Rodrick smirking at you. Shaking your head, you kept walking.

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You shouldn’t have been surprised to hear that almost every group that auditioned got into Battle of the Bands. The auditions were probably just a formality, at the most, making sure no one was gonna perform anything too explicit. 

The high school auditorium was completely packed, making you a little nervous. This wasn’t your band’s first performance, but it was your biggest so far. You tried to stay positive, though. You and your friends have run through this song probably a hundred times with barely any problems. Now, all you had to do was do it one more time in front of your entire town.

“Citizen Queen,” the stage manager read the band name from his clipboard. “You’re up next, get ready.”

You were about to move closer to your friends, who were huddling together when you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Hey.” You turned around to see Rodrick. 

“Hi.” You responded, squinting at him because of the slight darkness backstage. “Nice eyeliner.”

“Thanks, I used my mom’s.” You giggled at the response, and Rodrick cracked a smile at the sound. “Good luck out there.”

“Thanks. Good luck to you guys, too.” You put your hand out. “May the best band win.”

Rodrick shook your hand, repeating your words. Before you could let go, he squeezed your hand and looked at you hopefully. “Maybe… whoever wins should get treated to dinner by the other?”

You smiled, slowly starting to nod. “That sounds nice.” You decided not to mention that other bands were competing, so the chances of Löded Diper or Citizen Queen winning were slim. You leaned close to Rodrick. “Better get your wallet ready.”

“We’ll see about that, baby.” Rodrick teased before finally letting go of your hand.

With one last look, you skipped over to your friends, who were giving each other pep talks. You all talked for a quick minute before the announcer called your name. The five of you ran out on stage and got in your positions, waiting for the music to start.

Rodrick watched the entire performance, eyes intently focused on you. You moved fluidly with the rest of your friends, not singing until the pre-chorus. Rodrick was immediately taken away by your voice. “Keep my head up, head up, and heels high. I might be in love, but I don’t rely on someone to make me feel alive.” While walking around the stage, you suddenly made eye contact with Rodrick. “You keep calling me baby. But that’s not what my name is.” You winked at him before you and the rest of your friends started singing the chorus.

It felt like an eternity to Rodrick before the song ended, and that was meant in the best way possible. He honestly didn’t want it to end, because your voice was so lovely and you were so energetic. 

When you ran off stage, you and your friends tightly hugged each other, filled with adrenaline. “That was so awesome!” Nora squealed.

“They’re cheering so loud.” Stella laughed. “We’re totally gonna win this thing!”

Everyone started to pull away from each other. “No one speak too soon.” You said, slightly out of breath. “You might jinx us.”

“Come on,” Annie said, starting to walk away. “Let’s get some water.”

Everyone eagerly followed, but you started to stagger. You called out to your friends, saying you’d be there in a minute, before walking over to Rodrick, who seemed to already be waiting for you.

“That was awesome.” He said as soon as you were in earshot. “You were awesome.”

“Thanks.” You grinned. “Glad it didn’t sound too overdone.”

Rodrick laughed sheepishly, remembering his comment about your band’s genre from a few weeks ago. “No, it was, uh… It sounded just right.” Rodrick looked around, ensuring he still had time to talk to you before he and his band had to go on. “So, even though my band is pretty awesome, I have a feeling that you guys will win. But even if you don’t… can I still take you out to dinner?”

It amused you a bit, seeing this rocker boy look so shy. You took a step towards Rodrick and went up on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I’d like that.”

“Löded Diper, you’re on in five minutes!” The stage manager called out.

Rodrick took a deep breath, reeling from your affection and the fact that he and his band had to perform soon. “Awesome.” You both chuckled at the slight waver in his voice. “So, I guess I’ll see you later. Queen.”

You laughed at the new nickname. “I guess you will.”

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Here’s a proof that I am capable of writing Aiden interact with people that are NOT his brother or Talon xD Feat Maya cause she deserves more content (plus a little lore drop)

“So, why are your freckles white?” Aiden blushed slightly. “Excuse me if this is rude to ask,” he added, scratching the back of his neck.

Maya laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you why. You know, I’m not a typical fae. I wasn’t born normally like Talon or Halea. I am what people call a wishling…”

Aiden raised a brow. “A wishling?” He never heard about that before.

Maya nodded. “A fae born from a wish. It’s made possible by an ancient ritual. For generations, those who could not have children on their own used it to get a baby. Childless couples or people that didn’t have a partner but still want a child. Just like my mom.” Her voice softened at the mention of her mother. Aiden understood all too well.

“As you know,” Maya continued, sweeping a stray lock of hair behind her ear gently.

“She was human, but back in the old days even humans made use of this kind of magic. And since my mother was a follower of the old ways - something the people you and I grew up with would call a witch -“

She chuckled. “She knew about that ritual. She didn’t feel the need for a partner, but she wanted a daughter more than anything. Someone she could raise and teach her all she knew, like it was tradition in her family, daughter passing on knowledge to daughter. Someone she wouldn’t be so alone with.”

Aiden nodded. He could understand that. Who didn’t want to drown out loneliness with love, no matter what kind of love?

“And how did she do it?” he asked quietly.

“How exactly this ritual works I don’t know. Just that it requires your blood and… an already existing form of life, like a young animal or a plant, that the life of the child you want can sprout from.”

Aiden’s eyes widened. That sounded kinda ominous. But also really intriguing. So he remained quiet, letting Maya continue.

“In my case it was a fawn that was under my mother’s care. Mother performed the ritual and the next morning, instead of the fawn it was me lying in the hay, a baby that had her mother’s hair and her grandmother’s eyes.”

She smiled fondly at the last sentence.

“So…” Aiden wasnt quite sure if he understood this right. “You were once a deer?”

Maya laughed. “Yes and no. My life had its source in that of a deer, but it wasn’t a life I lived. It is… like a previous life. A rebirth, if you will.” That made sense. Kind of. Aiden couldn’t deny that he was curious.

“And do you remember it? Your previous life?”

“No. Most people don’t remember their previous life. Or do you remember yours?”

That question took Aiden aback. He had never thought about this before, hadn’t really considered that he had lived a life before this one. “No, I don’t…”

Maya smiled. “That’s what I thought. I don’t have memories of what was before. But, and this leads us to your question, a small part, a mark of the life a Wishling was born from remains visible, a reminder of the sacrifice. In my case, it’s the white freckles.”

“Like the white spots on the body of a fawn.”

She smiled. “Like the white spots on the body of a fawn, yes.”

“That’s pretty cool,” he said. “It looks nice on you.”

Maya’s cheeks colored a little at that. “Thanks, Aiden.”

Aiden returned her smile. “Thank you for telling me. And not being offended.”

That made Maya laugh. “No problem.”

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