#WHAT'S WRONG WITH HAVING FUN AND LOVING OTHERS

[adieutristana]

of course! thank you for requesting <3

so i lost this request but did get a screenshot. anyways never tone it down! being sassy is not a bad thing!

summary; headcanons of arcane women with a sassy girlfriend.

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, lest.

tags/warnings; fluff, maybe some crack?, possibly suggestive in some parts, s2 spoilers, reader is feminine/femme, can’t think of anything else

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* jinx is right there with you- hello season two.

✧.* she never sees your attitude as a problem, frankly. she's usually the one to be told that she has an attitude problem despite never seeing anything wrong with it. why would she see it as a problem?

✧.* but if anyone else were to insinuate that you had an attitude problem, you need to tone it down, any of that, believe that jinx is jumping in and defending you. both with her words and physically.

✧.* "hey, i'd watch what you're saying," she'd bite, right before whipping out her pistol and pressing the cold barrel to some poor guy's neck. jinx isn't bothered by how his eyes widen, he immediately starts trembling or even his blubbered apologies. "she'll talk to you how she wants to talk to you. got that?"

✧.* seriously, though, i think jinx would consider it pretty fun to have a girlfriend just as, if not more sassy than she is. she’s been told to tone it down, to watch her mouth, but you’ve always understood because you’re the exact same way. and that makes it so much more fun.

✧.* sometimes you guys feed off each other, and jinx finds it one of her pastimes. she's always had a smart mouth, especially when it comes to her sister, randoms in zaun, and topsiders. could you imagine sassing them together? incredible.

✧.* "fancy topsider here- that top's outta season, you know?" you'd giggle, playfully elbowing jinx in the process. it'd earn a laugh from her, though a grimace from said topsider. "i know. you guys are all high and mighty but can't even follow your own rules? please. i could do better tying together yarn."

✧.* and then there's times where someone's getting under your skin, you say something witty back, and she finds herself falling for you all over again. something about a girl who isn't afraid to speak her mind and is confident.. it's so attractive to jinx.

✧.* the fact that you're so confident, you don't give a shit how others perceive you, it's just amazing to her! she loves that you're so sure of yourself and you're not afraid to ruffle some feathers if need be. you're just expressing yourself in the way that works best for you!

✧.* "jeez, toots, do you have any idea how hot that was?" she'd grin, slinging an arm around you and pulling you in close to her side, her lips landing on your cheek in a wet kiss. "all i did was stand up to some dickhead." "still, that was hot! agh, you should've seen yourself!"

✧.* jinx also really loves that you're not afraid of how she perceives you, even though you're in a relationship. jinx is used to people being afraid of her, willing to do anything they can to avoid crossing paths with her. they'll lower their voices around her and try to say things they know will keep them on their good side- but not you.

✧.* and if anything? she finds that intriguing. because she knows you'd never be rude to her or sass her necessarily, but the way you're so confident around her knowing her reputation has her falling deeper and deeper.

✧.* like.. you could just be talking to jinx about something so mundane, and the way you hold your chin up and the tone you use would make her want to jump you and kiss you senseless.

vi;

✧.* are you kidding?? vi would find it so, so attractive! don't know who here has heard of the stereotype of 'femmes with attitude problems' but that's basically what i got from this request, and my god does vi love it. you're not afraid to mouth someone off in a pretty skirt, and that does something to her!

✧.* you could be talking off someone who's annoying you, your tone one that people would usually reprimand all while holding your chin up high, and it would leave vi feeling weak.

✧.* would she want you to be like that to her? depends on the context, usually not- behind closed doors after hours, sure. but gods, just seeing you with your brows furrowed, tossing your hair and crossing your arms while mouthing someone off is just incredible to vi.

✧.* she doesn’t see it as a problem the way she knows others might. while vi sees how it could be a problem, with the way you get yourself into situations with respected figures, she still thinks it’s a good thing.

✧.* vi loves that you’re confident. loves that you’re sure of yourself, and you don’t care what others think of you. she’s confident in her own ways as well- the brawl, the strength. the way she’s built herself out of seemingly nothing. but it’s different when it comes to you.

✧.* vi isn't exactly shy, but she's the more quiet and calm of you. and she likes to have that balance- the one who stays out of the way for the most part, and the one who isn't afraid to cause a stir. the confident one. you bring out each other's strengths and compliment each other.

✧.* “and then, i told him his mother was probably so disappointed when she’d seen how he turned out! and all he had to tell me was to watch my tone. can you believe it?” you’d ask, scoffing with your arms crossed over your chest. “no,” vi would shrug, though she’s honestly too awestruck to form meaningful sentences. “but you handled him well, if that’s all he had to say.”

✧.* vi makes sure to reign you in sometimes though- not because she thinks your attitude is a problem, but because she knows others might and she doesn't want to see things escalate to a dangerous point. it's all out of concern for your safety :(

✧.* "hey, you probably shouldn't be using that tone with her-" "why not?" you'd protest, furrowing your brows. "because she could send people to whoop your ass in minutes. you're right, but she'll just be offended. please."

✧.* she'll never voice her admiration for your demeanor and attitude necessarily, but she has a sneaking suspicion that you already know. it's in the way that she can only stare at you while you're being sassy, the way she's flushed when you're next to her walking like you own the damn city. you may not actually own the city, but you've got that exact hold over vi's heart.

mel;

✧.* i feel like she'd be a bit taken aback at first, usually people are very careful with how they speak to mel. she's one of piltover's most influential figures if not the most influential, a councilor. so seeing your confidence and the fact that you don't really care about making a good impression on her, it surprises mel.

✧.* but that surprise turns into intrigue rather quickly. she's never seen anyone quite like you, and it's interesting. that air about you is something she grows to admire over time, because it's something she's never had.

✧.* mel has to be very careful with what she says, both as a medarda and as a councilor. she has a reputation to keep, and public relations to preserve. so in a way, she admires you for being unafraid to speak your mind. for being unabashedly yourself. she sees something in you that she wishes she had.

✧.* but she isn't jealous! not at all. if anything, she just respects you a lot more for being able to do some of the things she could only dream of.

✧.* and trust me, there are times where she wishes she could tell someone off. wishes she could throw some smartass remark in their face, but she can't because of who she is- and you're more than happy to step in for her. she comes from a prestigious family, but you don't.

✧.* "darling, it's fine, really-" "no. they were messing with you, why would i just let that slide?"

✧.* "hey! you think just because you're a councilor, you can talk to her like that?" you'd scoff, placing your hands on your hips. pressing your glossed lips together in a scowl, while tugging your girlfriend close to you. daring him to challenge you. "and who are you?" "her girlfriend. who are you?"

✧.* while mel won't say anything after the fact beyond shaking her head with crossed arms, she really does appreciate you sticking up for her. she just warns you to not go too far, because it could reflect badly on the both of you in terms of press.

✧.* and seeing you be so confident, so sure of yourself, does inspire mel a good amount. she's always had problems with her perception of herself, having grown up with a mother like hers. finding out that she was a mage didn't help any either, and she's felt lost. but seeing you so secure in yourself, not giving a damn what others think, it makes her think that maybe she could be like that, too.

✧.* not exactly like you, no. you both are your own people, but that's the beauty of your partnership. two people from different walks of life, with different attitudes, who compliment each other. who love each other.

✧.* "and then, i walked off! because who the hell am i to let someone waste my precious time?" you'd scoff, tossing your hair over your shoulder in that dramatic way you often do. all the while, mel is just staring- her hand rested in her chin. "you're awfully cute, do you know that?" and you'd chuckle, placing a light kiss to her cheek. "i do, but it's always nice to hear it from you."

sevika;

✧.* yeah she's smitten. i think at first, sevika might try to act as if she's annoyed by your behavior, but truly, it's attractive to her. your confidence and demeanor is like a magnetic pull.

✧.* sevika is also confident and unafraid, but she's gruff. she keeps to herself, she's more rough around the edges, and she's not nearly as expressive as you are. so it's familiar to her, but your approach is new.

✧.* she doesn't know exactly what to make of you. one of the first times she'd spoken to you out of turn was to let you know- "you're... different. somethin' about you, i've never seen it before. huh."

✧.* though after more time spent with you (though reluctant at first) she grows to accept and even admire your attitude. sevika's never been the most friendly or warm person, but part of her rough demeanor and harsh words are a survival tactic. but for you it comes naturally- your sass and rough words are just a part of who you are.

✧.* and after even more time, i think she'd come to appreciate it. maybe even find it funny. seeing the look on people's faces when some dressed-up girl with her hands on her hips starts mouthing off is pure gold to sevika. they'd underestimated you, and you had no problem putting them in their place.

✧.* there's times you just get fed up, you're not being listened to by someone and it's frustrating. they underestimate you, maybe because you're not as traditionally aggressive as the rest of zaun's folks, maybe because of your appearance. either way, it gets under your skin. "hey! i'm talkin' here, in case you forgot," you'd scoff, snapping in front of the person's face. sevika watches from the sidelines, and she'll step in if she needs to. but she also knows you can handle yourself just fine.

✧.* or there's times where sevika's brought you along to the casino with her. you're sat next to her along with a group of guys from the industry- some old acquaintances, colleagues who had left the world of crime, the like. you're not exactly participating, but you know what's going on. sevika's got these guys in a trap, she always does. she's a damn good player.

✧.* until someone decides he's done with her skills and moves, slamming his deck of cards down on the table. "fuck this, 'vika. you've gotta be cheating, there's no way-" "that she's winning? maybe you just suck at this! ever thought of that, huh?"

✧.* sevika's trying so damn hard to bite back a laugh, but a little chortle does escape her. "the fuck are you laughing at?!" he'd ask, his jaw open in an expression of shock. offense that you'd dare talk to him like that. "you heard the girl."

✧.* the two of you balance each other out that way. the roughened woman on the front lines, who takes no bullshit and fights like no tomorrow- with the headstrong, sassy woman. the one with a pretty face, yet a sharp tongue.

caitlyn;

✧.* caitlyn might be a bit jealous at first. she's got a lot of thoughts, and she's a very opinionated person. she comes from a long line of influential figures, and her role is an important one to the people of piltover. but it's precisely those things that make it so she has to watch what she says. caitlyn can't say exactly what she wants to or means, because she has a reputation to keep and she can't afford to burn any bridges.

✧.* but it's nothing personal, of course, and with getting to know you better that jealousy turns to admiration. she's happy that you're able to advocate for yourself in that way, and that you have some of the freedom she doesn't.

✧.* and her seeing a pretty girl mouth someone off and put her foot down? seeing you know exactly what you're saying, what you're worth, and how to express yourself? yeah caitlyn doesn't have a chance.

✧.* with the amount of opinions caitlyn has and things she wants to say, the thinks that it's good you're outspoken, good that you're 'sassy.' she understands that others may see it as a problem, but she's never gotten that perspective herself. the way she sees it- more power to you.

✧.* "don't hold back," she'd tell you. "if you've got something to say, say it, damn it. it's only too much for people who can't take it."

✧.* the two of you become rather attuned to one another, and it's like you can tell what cait is thinking and vice versa. if caitlyn won't say it, you sure as hell will.

✧.* you'd be observing while at a gathering with your girlfriend, an event with some of the most influential figures in piltover in attendance. she's dressed to the nines, poised and proper in everything she does- though other guests are testing her patience.

✧.* "hey, leave her alone," you'd say, idly twirling your empty glass in one hand. "dunno what you've got going on, but she's clearly not interested in your ideas. i bet she thought of the same thing when she was twelve."

✧.* though the person on the receiving end is flustered and trying to brush off what you've just said, caitlyn is enamored. it's mere seconds before the woman is pulling you into the next room, slamming her lips onto yours. "gods, that was great," she'd mutter between rushed kisses, her arms snaking around your waist. "the look on his face."

✧.* your confidence just makes you all the more attractive to cait. you've got a good head on your shoulders, and you know that. you're damn beautiful, and you know that. there's no beating around the bush, only your shameless expression. it's amazing.

✧.* as far as caitlyn is concerned? she's got nothing to worry about as long as she has you by her side. she knows how to command a room, and you know how to demand one. you're better together!

lest;

✧.* she might be a bit taken aback at first, though it isn't a matter of intimidation. you're just different to lest, and she's not sure exactly what to do with that. she's always been the more peaceful, more observant one. she sits back and does her job while stroking clients' egos and telling them what she knows will make them happy.

✧.* she's expressive, yes, but she doesn't have nearly as much bite as you do. her confidence is something more innate, she just is and doesn't have the same air as you do. but lest does come to appreciate your demeanor and fire for what it is. comes to love it, in fact.

✧.* she's just in awe. you're so beautiful, so confident, but you've got a mouth on you. she's heard what others have said: that you need to know your place, that your attitude is a problem, that you need to watch yourself before you get into some real trouble.

✧.* but to lest, these traits are only something that makes you all the more alluring. the way she puts it, it's as if you've put a spell on her with your words and body language alone. a spell she hopes never wears off.

✧.* she's so in love with the way you carry yourself, and how secure you are within yourself. you don't take shit, that's for sure- whether it's a "hey, i wasn't done talking," or "i know the idea's good, i've only been pushing it this whole time!" the way you know exactly who you are and what you're worth enraptures lest.

✧.* you could be out in public with her, someone casting sideways glances at you for some reason you can't quite figure out- though it doesn't exactly matter. her tail swishing side to side, wide eyes keeping watch of everything around her. though she notices you looking at someone for a bit longer than usual. "everything alright, dear?" she'd ask.

✧.* "yeah," you'd affirm, though you'd be clenching your fists at your side. "just looks like someone has a staring problem. a real bad one." she'd look over to the figure, someone who seemingly doesn't belong here anyways. "i'll take care of him. don't worry about it."

✧.* it's mere seconds before you're marching over to the guy, tapping your foot and telling him off- "do i have something on my face, huh?" "no, i-" "then stop staring!"

✧.* she also comes to learn that you'll step in for her if needed. you never cause any harm- you're sassy, not violent. but if a client is getting a little too demanding with her and you're by her side, lest can count on you to tell them they need to remember she can very easily drop them.

✧.* afterward, you're always quick to tug her close to you, pressing light kisses to her spotted cheeks. "you okay, love?" you'd ask, your voice uncharacteristically tender. "i'm okay, darling, really," she'd affirm. pressing closer to your touch. "but thank you. i probably wouldn't have done that myself."

[coldilikeit]

Isekai reader x Batfam (Neglected au)

Chapter 10- You're too poor for that

Mild time skip*

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"Dick if you keep being hostile, I'll have no choice but to send you back to Bludhaven, it's best if you don't join us for tonight" Bruce says firmly

"What the fuck."

It was movie night and it was your turn to pick, Viviana excitedly said she had a movie she wanted everyone to watch and snatched the remote away from you, only for Cassandra to snatch the remote back from her and give it to you "it's not your turn yet" she says, in another attempt to get the remote Dick pushed her slightly but she fell to the ground and wailed

"S-s-sorry... I'm so weak and petite, it's not your fault....."

You see Stephanie's face physically recoil while Barbara looks away completely to hide her stifling laughter, you were sure everyone was laughing, As Dick was about to help her up, Bruce's vexed voice cuts through the laughter "Your sister is hurt and you laugh?"

"It was all fun, she's not even hurt that much, the floor's carpeted" Jason reasons but Bruce is having none of it "Richard apologize."

Viviana smiles and gets in between Bruce and her brothers "it's fine! I'm fine! I'm sure Dick didn't mean to hurt me" she turns to Dick "You're my brother... So.. I forgive you" then she reached out her hand to him and as if on cue, the moon shines through the window to give Viviana this glowing effect

Damn... This girl got the manhwa lighting you think

Protagonist! The moon has shined a halo on your hair, you look like an angel! Would you like to add a wind effect for 500 points?

"yeah, yeah sure" she whispered

A cool breeze flowed into the living room and Viviana's hair danced with the wind

"why is there wind here aren't the windows shut?" You ask confused, Bruce clenched his fists and looked at Dick expectantly, hoping he'd apologize and they can have a nice night together

But when has Dick ever backed down?

"I barely touched her, she fell on her own, and it never would have happened if she hadn't tried to take the remote away from Cass and (Name)"

"That doesn't matter you still pushed her"

"She's a vigilante, she'll be fine" Tim backs Dick up "I don't condone family hurting family!"

"Sure wasn't a problem when they were hurting me" you decided to butt in, you get that Viviana is supposed to be the loved one, but isn't this a bit biased? He's even turning on the others

"Dick if you keep being hostile, I'll have no choice but to send you back to Bludhaven, it's best if you don't join us for tonight" Bruce says firmly

"what the fuck."

"I'm serious Rickard!"

"fine then" Dick leaves the living room, you sigh and leave as well heading for your room, and everyone (except Viviana) followed

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"this wasn't supposed to happen"

"this wasn't supposed to happen"

"this wasn't supposed to happen"

Viviana grits and teeth, she was supposed to be an angel, she read this once in a manhwa, where the protagonist forgives someone who hurt them and was seen as an angel by all, so what if in that story the person who was forgiven was literally trying to kill the main character and Dick just pushed her onto a soft carpeted floor

She even spent points for dramatic effect.

Protagonist, this is bad. Your story is supposed to be a happy family, you've created a rift, and it's not looking good, you'll fail at this point

"I don't know what's going wrong! Listen I've done my best to look like a saint!"

Maybe you should try being a good person

"I am a good person! That's my character, I'm so kind and good and patient that the family can't help but gravitate towards my kind soul!"

Brainwashing someone isn't a kind thing to do...

"Shut up!" Viviana throws a picture frame on the screen, the screen fuzzes out for a few moments before going back to normal

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Bruce: 100/100

Dick: 0/100

Jason: 0/100

Tim: 0/100

Damian: 0/100

Duke: 0/100

Stephanie: 0/100

Cassandra: 0/100

Barbara:0/100

"How much is the love potion?"

15000 points, You're too poor for that. Make them love you manually

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Bruce didn't come home for a few days, he apologized to Dick and left, Sometimes superman keeps on stopping by to check in on the kids and Gotham

Life went like normal, Dick decided to stay cause Bruce wasn't there and as for Viviana?

She uhh... Keeps trying to frame you

She had no assignment? It's because you poured water in her bag and ruined it

She couldn't do her presentation? You broke her laptop

It didn't go well.

"Oh please, (Name) doesn't drink water, all she has is (Favorite unhealthy drink), you can't even get your lie straight"

"She probably had a good reason, you're so shitty"

Then Bruce came back.

He came back with a grim expression, a grim expression that disappeared when he looked at his children, then came back harsher than ever when he looked at Viviana

"You." He grumbled

"Let's talk."

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Dick: I'm running away y'all won't see me again

Bruce: Runs away first*

Also if you guys didn't notice, the student who kept on asking (Name) uncomfortable questions after she was attacked by the Scarecrow was also Viviana

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[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

I LOVED THE WAY YOU WROTE RAFE IN UR LAST BLURB. just seeing how your body had changed in front of him and he didn’t even noticed makes him feel guilty about not nothing earlier or how you probably couldn’t eat your usual meals because your baby would make you sick if you even thought of it. and one night (maybe that night.OH the night you probably told ward and rose, and ward made a snide comment about how inattentive rafe was or something) rafe just loses it on himself

i don’t give a shit about him - rafe cameron

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warnings: pregnancy, angst, WARD & ROSE, mentions of drug use, suggestive

au: thank you for this request!! i honestly loved writing the last one so this one was really really fun to write

word count: 1.6k

Dinner at Tannyhill had been planned for a week. You and Rafe both knew it was coming. But what Ward and Rose didn’t know—yet—was that this wasn’t just any dinner. You had spent all day trying to quiet the nerves twisting in your stomach, rehearsing how you were going to say it, how you were going to answer their inevitable questions. Rafe, on the other hand, barely spoke on the drive over, his grip tight on the steering wheel, his jaw locked in that way it always did when he was bracing himself for something.

When you arrived, everything was already set. Rose greeted you with a polite smile, air-kissing your cheek before leading you into the dining room. Ward barely looked up from his phone, only acknowledging Rafe with a quick, “You’re late.” You weren’t late. But you knew by now that, to Ward Cameron, Rafe was always doing something wrong.

Dinner started like any other—forced conversation, stiff smiles, Ward subtly nitpicking at Rafe’s job, his responsibilities, his choices. But the whole time, your heart was pounding, your fingers fidgeting with the napkin in your lap. Rafe noticed. Halfway through dinner, his hand found yours under the table, squeezing once.

It was time.

You took a shaky breath, setting your fork down. “Um… there’s something we need to tell you.” Both Ward and Rose looked up at the same time. Rafe’s grip on your hand tightened. He exhaled through his nose and just said it. “She’s pregnant.” The room fell into complete silence. Rose blinked, her wine glass pausing halfway to her lips. Ward’s brows pulled together slightly, as if trying to process what he just heard. Then, finally, Rose spoke. “Oh.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the flat, almost hesitant reaction still sent a sharp pang through your chest. Ward, on the other hand, exhaled sharply, setting his drink down with an audible clink. He leaned back in his chair, gaze flicking between you and Rafe. “Well,” he started, voice low and calculated. “I suppose the real question is… what’s the plan?” You swallowed hard. Rafe straightened in his seat. “We’re keeping it.” Ward scoffed. “That much is obvious. But I meant, what’s your plan? How do you expect to take care of a child when you can barely take care of yourselves?”

Rafe’s entire body tensed. Rose cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “Ward—” “No, I think it’s a fair question,” Ward continued, his sharp gaze landing back on his son. “Do you even have the slightest idea what this kind of responsibility entails? Or were you just going to wing it like you do everything else?” Rafe didn’t react. He sat perfectly still, his expression blank, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly. “I work for the company,” he said finally, his voice low, controlled. “I have a salary. I can provide for her and the baby.”

Ward let out a humorless chuckle. “A job? Rafe, I gave you that job. You think that’s enough?” He shook his head, taking a slow sip of his drink before muttering, “God, you can’t even show up to work focused half the time.” Your stomach twisted. Rafe inhaled sharply through his nose. “I’m clean.” Ward raised a brow, unimpressed. “For how long this time?” Silence. You felt Rafe’s muscles go rigid beside you, but he didn’t break. His expression didn’t waver. “Six months,” he muttered, voice clipped.

Ward hummed, unconvinced, before finally turning his attention to you. “And you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “What’s your plan now?” You blinked. “What?” “Well,” Ward continued, voice eerily calm, “I assume you’ll be quitting your little bartending job. Not much of a long-term career path there.” His gaze swept over you, scrutinizing. “Or were you expecting Rafe to shoulder everything while you sit back?”

That’s when Rafe finally snapped. His chair scraped back abruptly, the sound cutting through the tense air. His hands slammed onto the table, rattling the glasses. “Don’t,” Rafe snapped, his voice sharp, warning. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Ward barely reacted, only raising a brow in slight amusement. “I’m just asking a reasonable question—” “No, you’re being a condescending asshole,” Rafe bit out. Rose inhaled sharply. “Rafe.” “No,” he growled. “I don’t give a shit what you think about me, but you don’t get to sit here and act like she’s some fucking gold digger just because I’m the one making more money.”

Ward sighed, exasperated. “Oh, grow up, Rafe.” “No, how about you grow up?” Rafe shot back, his voice rising. “How about you actually try being a fucking dad instead of sitting here and treating me like shit every time I do something you don’t agree with?” Your breath caught in your throat. You had seen Rafe angry before. But this wasn’t his usual reckless rage—this wasn’t wild and unpredictable. This was calculated. Controlled. And then Ward said, “I hate to break it to you, son, but being a father takes more than throwing a tantrum at the dinner table.” Rafe’s entire body went still.

His hands were shaking, his breathing uneven. His jaw clenched so tight you were surprised he didn’t crack a tooth. But then… he turned. And his eyes met yours. And that’s when he saw it. You weren’t just sitting there, unaffected. You were tense, your breath coming in short, uneven exhales, your fingers curled into the fabric of your dress—clutching your stomach. Rafe’s anger disappeared instantly. His chest tightened, his stomach twisting in guilt. His voice softened, barely above a whisper.

“Baby.” You swallowed hard, shaking your head quickly. “It’s okay,” you whispered. But your voice was small. And Rafe hated that. His father, his rage, none of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was you. Rafe exhaled sharply before turning back to Ward. “You don’t get to have an opinion on this,” he muttered. “Not about me. Not about her. Not about our kid.” Ward’s expression remained unreadable, but for once, he stayed silent. Rafe didn’t wait for a response. He turned back to you, his voice gentle. “Let’s go.” You hesitated, glancing between him and Ward. “You don’t have to stay and listen to this,” Rafe said softly. “I’m not letting him sit here and act like he has any control over our lives.” And for the first time that night, you actually believed him. So you nodded. Rafe didn’t let go of your hand once as he led you out the door.

The drive was silent at first. Rafe’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his grip so tight you thought he might snap it in half. But then, finally, he exhaled sharply and muttered, “I fucking hate him.” You looked over at him. “Rafe…” His grip loosened slightly. His jaw clenched and unclenched, frustration still rolling off of him. But then, he reached over, resting his palm against your thigh. “I don’t care what he says,” Rafe murmured. “I don’t care what anyone says. We’re gonna be okay.”

The moment you walked through the front door, exhaustion hit you like a brick wall. You barely took two steps inside before Rafe was pulling you into him, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against your skin. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. “For what?” “For letting him talk to you like that.” His voice was low, strained. “For not getting us out of there sooner.” You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. His blue eyes were still clouded with frustration, but underneath that…there was guilt. “You don’t have to apologize,” you whispered. “It’s not your fault.”

Rafe’s lips parted like he wanted to argue, but instead, he just shook his head and cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs tracing gently over your cheekbones. His gaze was intense, scanning your face like he was searching for something—reassurance, maybe. Proof that you weren’t second-guessing everything because of Ward’s words. But you knew Rafe. And you knew that no matter how much you reassured him, it wouldn’t erase the fact that he still blamed himself. After a moment, he exhaled sharply. “Come here.”

His grip on your waist tightened as he guided you toward the bedroom, his movements slower, more deliberate now. When you reached the edge of the bed, he turned you to face him completely. “I need to make it up to you,” he murmured. Your brows furrowed. “Rafe, you don’t—”

“I do.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “I need you to know how much I love you. How much I love this—” His hands slid down, palms resting against your still-flat stomach. His gaze softened. “Our baby.” Your chest tightened. Slowly, Rafe leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then your temple. Your cheek. His lips lingered for a second before he trailed down, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. His hands moved with deliberate slowness as he slipped the straps of your dress down your arms, his lips trailing every inch of exposed skin. Every kiss was reverent, every touch gentle, worshipping. Like he was making a silent promise to you—to both of you. When he finally laid you down, his body covering yours, you knew this wasn’t just about making love. It was about making sure you knew. Knew that nothing else mattered. That no words from anyone—not Ward, not Rose, not anyone—would change the way Rafe felt about you. That no matter what, you weren’t in this alone. And as he held you that night, his arms wrapped around you protectively, you let yourself believe it.

[kenzdolls]

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 (𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒) 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 (𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬) 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐨-𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MEETING HAWKS:

he clocks you immediately during a hero meeting. it's not just your hero costume (though, let's be real, he appreciates a good design). he's sizing you up strategically, noting your power, your demeanor, and how you interact with the other heroes. it's professional... at first.

your first real conversation happens during a joint mission. maybe you're both tracking a villain known for their swift escapes, and you end up covering the rooftops together.

he'll make a comment about your performance in the mission. he will call you by 'miss/sir', as it is only professional. but he will compliment you, no matter what goes wrong.

he's observant. he notices small details about you – the way you handle your quirk, the way you interact with civilians, even the brand of coffee you're sipping. this info goes straight into his mental file labeled "things i find interesting about [reader's hero name]."

he's testing the waters, dropping subtle hints. a casual "maybe we should grab coffee sometime and compare notes?" is pure hawks – playing it cool while secretly wanting to know everything about you.

HAWKS CRUSHING ON YOU:

he starts "coincidentally" showing up where you are. training facilities, hero galas, even that one yakitori place you love. he'll play it off as being in the area, but we all know better.

teasing. SO MUCH TEASING. he'll poke fun at your hero name, your costume quirks, anything he can get away with. but it's always lighthearted and playful, never mean-spirited. it's his way of gauging your reactions and pushing your buttons (in a good way, of course).

feather messages become your new norm. they arrive at your agency, your apartment, maybe even during a stakeout. short, silly notes or helpful Intel, always signed with a mischievous feather flourish.

he seeks you out specifically during large gatherings. he is a social butterfly, but he will try to talk to you. he will always try to have you close to him than other people.

he starts confiding in you about the commission, about his doubts and worries. he doesn't do this with just anyone. you're earning his trust, and with keigo, that's a BIG deal.

DATING HAWKS:

dates are never stuffy or predictable. think rooftop picnics with a city view, late-night patrols fueled by convenience store snacks, and impromptu karaoke sessions. he keeps it fun and spontaneous.

He's a toucher. a hand on your back, a playful nudge, a casual arm around your shoulders. nothing too intense, but always a reminder that he's there and he's into you.

PDA is subtle but sweet. no grand gestures, but you might find him absentmindedly playing with your hair while you're talking, or leaning in close to whisper something in your ear.

he sends you pictures of chickens. sometimes he “finds” them on the side of the street. or see them in the pet store. if he does see chickens, he will send it to you.

he opens up more about his past, about his fears and his dreams. he is still guarded, but he lets you see glimpses of the real keigo takami, the one behind the wings and the bravado.

he's fiercely protective. Not in a controlling way, but he's always looking out for you, making sure you're safe and comfortable. he'll take on any villain who dares to threaten you.

he makes corny jokes, especially chicken/bird-related ones.

he will make you feel the safest you've ever felt in your life. after everything he has went through, he will try to protect you with his life.

falling asleep on his wings is the best thing ever. just don't be surprised when you wake up covered in feathers.

© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

[zepskies]

LOL YESS I love Fools Rush In!!! One of my favorite movies ever, especially for the Latina representation! 🥰❤️‍🔥

I’m honestly loving on hating Lisa. I didn’t dislike her in canon or anything, but I always felt that she was the wrong choice for Dean to go back to - should’ve been Cassie - and I love how you’ve used her and chosen the other characters for this!

Yeah I really enjoyed Cassie, but I was hardcore Dean x Lisa when I was watching the show because I just wanted Dean to have a family, and Lisa held him down after the S5 devastation. 💙 But in this story Lisa didn't mature as much (as she did after having Ben in canon), so she's rather catty. 😭 You might come to have a wee bit of sympathy for her in Part 2 (or maybe not lol).

It’s kind of rare to see the reader is best friends with Sam? At least, I haven’t seen it that often, and I love how supportive and clued in he was! If only reader got along with the other bridesmaids a little better (Urgh, know the feeling).

Yeah that very well could be rare! It was actually part of the request for the reader to be Sam's best friend, so it was fun to play off him being supportive to her as well as trying to get Dean to see sense lmao. (Ugh, I'm sorry you can relate to catty bridesmaids. 😭)

Also, I see you with the little nods to Smoke Eater and the use of After School Special 😁✌️ what a great start!

lol yessss I'm so glad you caught those little easter eggs and tidbits! 😘💗💗

I’m super curious if there’s going to be more than two chapters? I can’t see how you can squeeze in the romantic happy ending that you do so well into this, as well as give us a taste of drama. Can’t wait for part two! Oh and, Red Velvet a cake is the BOMB!!

Oooh you'll see loll. Part 2 is a beast of a chapter at over 13K, but it's going to contain all those dramatic ups and downs, as well as one of those romantic happy endings I always promise. 🥰 Stay tuned, friend!

Oh heeeells yeah, red velvet is one of my favorites! 😋❤️❤️

IF I STAY - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized!Reader

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

AN: Yes, here’s another firefighter AU! Based on a request from one of my lovely Patreon members: @redhoodieone. She requested pretty much all the major beats of this story, so hopefully I did her request justice! This is also partially inspired by Fools Rush In, a beautiful movie with Salma Hayek and Matthew Perry (Rest in Peace, King).

Song Inspo: “I Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis

Word Count: 8.7K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, thick thirty, hints of body insecurity, but also body appreciation, angst, and hurt/comfort.

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Part 1: Fools Rush In

Slowly, your eyes slide open into the waking world. Your head is resting on something warm, firm…and a little sweaty. You pick your head up, despite the disorienting, muddy feeling of a slight hangover.

A groan bubbles in your throat. Your gaze travels downward, and you realize that what you’re looking at is more of a who.

Your eyes widen. Oh…my…God…

Not only are you very naked, but your firm pillow is too. It happens to be your best friend’s brother.

Yes, holy fucking shit! You slept with your best friend’s brother.

Biting the inside of your lip, you can’t help but take him in, here in the raw light of day as he lays peacefully on his back. His head lolls to the side on your usual pillow. Your eyes roam over the bow of his lips, the dark eyebrows, lightish brown hair that's softer than it should be between your fingers.

He’s painfully handsome. There’s a slight hesitation in your touch, but you softly trace the cut of his jaw and the stubble spread across it. That roughness feels familiar, and not just under the pads of your fingers, though the thought makes you blush. You begin to remember the night before, almost like a movie reel through your mind… 

Ooooh, right. That’s what happened.

It starts at Sam Winchester’s joint bachelor-bachelorette party at a nice hotel downtown. He and Eileen aren't the "strippers and coke" kind of party couple. They're more the "wine and brie en croute with pickled olives" on the expensive crackers you can't afford—kind of couple.

They look perfectly in love, if a bit long-suffering while Dean gives a hilarious, somewhat inappropriate, but still ultimately heartwarming toast to their happiness. After lowering the glass of champagne from his lips, his gaze catches on yours in the crowd. You suck in a subtle breath. 

Technically you’ve met him already, being one of Eileen’s bridesmaids, but there’s something about his green eyes that pin you to the floor. When he hands over the mic to Lisa Braeden, Eileen’s Maid of Honor, his head turning away from you to offer her a smile breaks the spell. It allows you to breathe.

Dean later finds you by the bar. You’re drinking a rum and coke with your slice of cake, trying not to get a single crumb on your dress. You've put a lot of work into affording it, let alone fitting in it. He leans his elbows casually on the counter and looks over at you.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he nods at you with a smile, subtly taking you in first. Then, his eyes go to your plate. “Ooh, red velvet. Gotta get me some of that.”

You smile back at him. “It’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, looks good in your hand,” he says, adding a teasing wink for good measure.

You don't know why that does it for you, but a half-flattered, half-nervous laugh tumbles out of your mouth. Sam has warned you before about Dean. Apparently his older brother is a bit of a flirt; a ladies’ man.

A man whore, are the words Eileen used.

You’re honestly surprised he’s talking to you when Eileen’s other bridesmaids, Lisa and Jo, are sipping martinis together down at the other end of the bar. Guess they didn’t want cake.

They look beautiful in their lithe, strapless little cocktail dresses. You’ve had to give up chocolate, bread, and cheese for three months straight to fit into this dress, something slinky and red that drapes over your thicker, curvy figure. But you’re proud of the fact that you’re letting yourself eat cake tonight, even though you’ve often felt like Mrs. Doubtfire while standing for pictures next to Lisa and Jo.

They’re Eileen’s friends, not so much your crowd. No matter how much you’ve tried to get to know them while helping the wedding planning in whatever way you can, you still get a high school clique vibe from the women, if with more “polite smiles.” Then they’ll typically go back to talking about crystal centerpieces—or whatever in-depth conversation they were having before you were there. 

But right now, Dean’s focus is on you. When he asks you more about yourself, you tell him about recently earning an elementary education degree.

“Ah, but you already knew that, because Sam told you we graduated college together,” you realize, with warmth tingeing your cheeks. That subject came up pretty quickly when he introduced you to his brother.

Dean’s smile confirms your suspicions, so you just keep filling the silence on reflex.

“Well, I actually just started teaching my first ever semester of second graders. They’re a bit of a handful, but overall, they’re really sweet.” Your smile falters. “Except for this one kid who likes to put little tacks on my chair. He’s kind of a menace, but I think if I bribe him with enough lollipops, he’ll give it a rest. I mean, it’s a behavioral issue and I should probably call his parents. But it's kind of hard to tell them their son is trying to make my ass into a pincushion."

Dean's laugh comes out in a sharp burst, like he wasn't expecting what just came out of your mouth. You didn't either, honestly. You giggle more out of embarrassment, ducking your head.

"He’s in second grade, you know?" you say, in between laughter. "I don't think that little footnote needs to end up on his permanent record. But then there's Micah. He's so friggin' smart. He can read at the fifth grade level already. Can you believe that? And I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but his grades on his spelling tests get him a spot in the comfy bean bag chair pretty much every Friday. Honestly, I think that's what I like about working with kids. I get to see that spark on their face when something just finally clicks for them. Their little faces get all bright and happy and…ugh. God, I'm sorry. I'm rambling, right?”

You stop yourself with a hand sliding over your mouth, not quite covering your smile of embarrassment.

Dean’s grin just widens, making the corners of his eyes crinkle. 

"It's okay. I kinda like it," he teases.

You duck your head, biting your lip against a groan. He chuckles and reaches out for your hand, earning your nervous glance. He quirks his head.

“Hey, you're passionate about what you do, helping kids. That's nothin' to be ashamed of,” he says, brushing his thumb over your hand. “But sweetheart, I gotta ask. Am I making you nervous or something?”

God, yes, you think, especially at that sweetheart thing. It’s making your heartbeat tick up a syncopated rhythm, but you shake your head, biting the straw of your rum and coke.

“No, not at all,” you say, in a hopefully “breezy” kind of way. You touch your fingers to his wrist. “Tell me about you though. Sam mentioned that you’re a firefighter?”

“Ah, yeah. Firefighter in training,” he says, with a more genuine smile.

He just started at the Fire Academy, and he tells you about all the drills he’s had to learn and all the training he’s had to do to be able to keep up with his classes. You subtly eye him while you sip at your drink, and you notice the crisp cut of his buttoned-down shirt and leather jacket, the definition of muscle across his thighs under the slacks, even while he casually sits.

Your gaze subtly travels down his long bowed legs, smart dress shoes. His cologne is woody and masculine, but not overpowering; maybe bergemot and sandalwood. It pleasantly wafts under your nose every time he gestures with his hands while he talks.

“Aw man, I can’t hold out anymore. I think I need to get me some of that cake before it’s gone,” he says, getting up from his chair.

You’re a bit disappointed that he’s leaving, until he stops short.

“You want another piece?” he offers, gesturing at your empty plate that’s been resting on the counter.

You blink in surprise, but you shake your head. “Oh, no. I probably shouldn’t.”

“Why not? It’s a party,” Dean reasons. His grin is too damn infectious. It has you smiling, and begrudgingly agreeing.

Not only does he bring you more cake, but you watch him eat three whole slices before he asks you to dance.

The rest of it flashes through your mind like strobe lights—the way he’d started small and respectful with his larger hand closed over yours and the other along the curve of your waist. He guided you closer and closer, until you were turned around into his arms, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

You felt his lips teasing your skin. Then those hands tantalizingly drifted down your every soft curve, as if showing you a preview of everything he could do to you, and every way he’d make you come apart. You believed him.

And when he whispered in your ear, asking if he could take you home, you let him.

You let him drive you in that big black piece of history he drives. Used to be my dad’s car, he said. A Chevy something. You couldn’t really remember much when his hand was drifting up and down your thigh like that.

His presence burned hot at your back when you two eventually got to the front door of your apartment, your hands just barely shaking as you got the key in. Twist and click—

He waited until you flipped the lights on. Then he turned you around slowly in his arms and pulled you in close, all the while asking you with his eyes and raised brows. This okay? You want this?

“Do I still make you nervous?” he asked, his lips twitching at a smile when yours do.

You nodded, uttering a small giggle. “In a good way.”

That was when he finally kissed you, hot and slow, like he meant to devour you whole. He moaned at the taste of you, at the feel of your ass squeezed in his hands. You clung onto him strong, breathing into his kiss and trying to meet every single demand of his lips.

It soon became a fiery tear to your bedroom, one lamp flicked on, hot breaths and nice clothes crumpled to the floor. You didn’t feel self-conscious even once when he guided you under him on the bed, because he wasted no time in taking you apart, inch by inch.

His lips kissed and licked and sucked a burning trail down your neck, over your collarbone and between your breasts. You felt his hardened length trapped between your bodies while his hands explored you, teasing your breasts and sensitive nipples, and he mapped his way down with his lips.

You explored every part of him you could—every dip of muscle, firm shoulders and the slopes of his back, and then back up to tangle in his hair. Your heated gasps and whimpers filled the room when his sinful mouth found what it was looking for between your legs.

It wasn’t often that you had a strong pair of shoulders to rest your thighs on, but Dean’s grip was hard enough to leave deep fingerprints of pressure on each thigh while he slipped his tongue through your folds and feasted on you.

“D-Dean, oh God,” you gasped. Every sound you made was a sensuous symphony in his ears, washing over his skin and making the well of his desire churn hot in his lower belly. He had to roll his hips into the mattress for some relief for his aching cock, even while he moved his mouth up to your clit, circling the swollen bud with his tongue. He had enough room to slip two fingers deep inside your sopping wet channel, exploring you deeply, stroking and twisting to find what you needed.

Your thighs trembled and squeezed tight on either side of his head. When he sucked your clit tight between his lips, you uttered as gasping moan as that coil snapped its release. Your inner walls fluttered around his fingers. Yours clenched tightly in his hair, threatening to rip out a few strands.

Dean stroked you all through your first orgasm, giving slower licks to your clit. He seemed to sense when you couldn’t handle anymore though. You tugged more sharply on his hair, and he finally pulled away, moving back up your body to gauge your reaction.

You’d collapsed boneless against the bed, but you still managed to smile up at him as you caught your breath.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked. But his self-satisfied grin almost made you laugh. You took his glistening face between your hands and pulled him down for a grateful kiss.

After a moment to savor your lips, he broke away for a second to catch his breath himself. You stroked his back all the while.

“You know, for a minute down there, I thought you might not let me come back up,” he teased.

You choked on a laugh, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Honestly wouldn’t have minded if you did suffocate me,” he chuckled, accompanied by a slap to your left ass cheek. You squealed, and blushed hotly at the way he was grinning down at you.

“Ready for more, baby? Or you want to call it a night?” he asked. His tone was playful, but it was actually a serious question. You blinked in surprise. You’d never had a guy be this, well…generous, and not expect anything in return, especially not for just a hookup.

But you shook your head and sat up, slipping a hand behind Dean’s neck. After a beat of hesitation, you guided him down to you for a slow, sensuous kiss.

“No, I don’t want to call it a night,” you whispered. Your hand drifted down his bare chest, and lower still. You showed him just how well you could return the favor.

And now, come the morning, you’re blushing down to your neck as each scene flashes through your mind. You feel the ghost of his hands all over your body, and how you’d never quite felt quite as bold and sexy and beautiful with a near stranger as you had with Dean effing Winchester. Your best friend’s brother.

You begin to worry your bottom lip with your teeth. How the hell are you going to tell Sam? Especially after he warned you about exactly this. Plus, there’s a reason you don’t typically do the one-night stand thing, and this has the potential to become something very complicated.

You know what, it’s fine! you think. We’re two consenting adults. We’re both single. And maybe…maybe it could be more than a hookup. Maybe we can see each other again, see where it goes.

“What’re you thinking so hard about?” Dean says, his voice croaking with sleep.

You look down at him in surprise. His eyes have cracked open and he has your hand captive, stopping you from continuing to idly trace patterns on his bare chest. You smile in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you say. Again, you bite your lower lip. “Um, good morning.”

“Morning, sweetheart,” he grins lazily. “You sure wore me out last night.”

Your smile becomes more genuine, even if you turn your face away somewhat shyly.

“Aw, don’t do that,” Dean says. He slides his hand up your arm and behind your neck, tangling into your already tangled hair when he guides you down to his lips for a kiss. “You were awesome.”

You giggle against his lips. “Really?”

“Hell, yeah,” he says, kissing you again.

You shake your head a little. “You were…”

Amazing. Unbelievable. Probably the best night I’ve ever had.

“Perfect,” you decide. Because it’s the truth. The word comes out of your mouth before you can filter yourself though, making you pause. Dean does too, but after a beat, he slowly smiles.

“Oh yeah?” he asks.

You lick your lips, and you nod. “Definitely.”

“Well, then,” he says. His hand moves down to squeeze your hip. “You down for a repeat performance?”

You smile. “Only if I get a turn.”

Bracing your hands on his chest, you slide your thigh across his lap so you can straddle his hips. Dean grins and goes along with your idea. He gets a nice healthy handful of your thighs and helps settle you on top of him. But first, he reaches over into your nightstand drawer and finds another condom, ripping it open with his teeth.

Just like you did for him last night, you take the packet, as well as his generous length in your hands. You gently stroke him to full mast, smiling pleased at his groan of pleasure. Then you carefully fit the condom over him.

“You’re so gentle with me,” he teases. 

“Just returning the favor,” you quip, just before you position him at your wet entrance. Slowly, you sink down over his cock.

You both moan at the feeling of him stretching you again, warm and thick and fitting perfectly nestled deep inside. There had been moments last night where he wasn’t all that gentle, actually, but his passion had only spurred yours on more. You know you’ll probably find fingerprint marks on your thighs and ass, but it’s fucking worth it, you think, as you begin to bob a rocking rhythm that serves you both.

Dean arches his back underneath you, his knees coming up to press against your ass.

“Goddamn, baby. Givin’ me quite a show,” he says, in a panting voice that’s deep as sin.

You utter a breathy laugh.

Dean means it though. He’s enjoying the way you brush your hair out of your face, your beautiful tits in his face while you truly let loose for him. He guides you by the stronghold he has on your hips, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he ruts up into you, meeting your thrusts.

Your breath quickens, your nails digging into his chest on reflex, and your heart races as that delicious pleasure builds. But when Dean snakes a hand between you and further parts your folds to massage tight circles over your clit, your vision flashes white. You utter a scream of pleasure on his name, your inner walls choking him tight as you throb around his cock. His release hits him like a goddamn freight train.

“Aw, fuck,” he grunts.

He slams your hips down hard, making your thighs slap against his. A ragged groan escapes him in a rush. His hands move to your thighs just under your ass, where his fingers press into flesh hard enough to leave forensic ID, giving him leverage to bury himself deep into your pussy as he spills a hot release into the condom.

Goddamn…

He can almost imagine that he’s coming free inside you, that you’re milking his cock for every drop, until there’s nothing left for him to give.

The thought surprises him. It almost takes him out of the moment, honestly. That’s not a thought he’s ever had before—not with a woman he barely knows (which is most of his hookups, if he’s honest).

In that delicious, fractious moment just after it hits, it’s like those few seconds are suspended in zero gravity. Your arms are shaking, and your forced to collapse against his chest. Dean welcomes you there for a little while, letting you come down while he smooths a hand over your hair.

Though he can't help the urge to let his big hand drift down over your dewy skin, down the gentle slope of your back and over the curve of your generous ass. He gives one cheek a teasing slap. The sound echoes in the room.

"Goddamn perfect ass," he says roughly, smirking at your squeal. You end up grinning hard against his neck.

"'S that my new nickname?" you quip.

He chuckles deeply, moving you along with his chest. "Hell, sweetheart, if you want it to be."

Eventually, you lean back to give him a smile and one last kiss before you pull away from him. You slip off his lap to find your robe, at least. You definitely need a shower.

“So I’m thinking, after we get cleaned up, I could make us some breakfast,” you offer. “Or if you want, maybe we could go somewhere. I know a little diner down the block.”

“I like the sound of food,” Dean agrees with a smile. Ge reaches over for his phone on the nightstand, to check the time. His eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”

He has to get his ass over to the Fire Academy. He has class in barely twenty minutes.

He tears out of bed and nearly trips on the coiled sheets.

“Sorry. Gonna need to take a raincheck,” he says. He hurries to find his clothes strewn all over your bedside floor.

“What’s the matter?” you ask with wide eyes. You cross your arms under your breasts, but it’s more like you’re hugging yourself over your robe. You watch him tear through your bedroom in a tempest of movement.

Dean spares you a glance, but not much else as he yanks up his slacks and belt and dress shirt.

“Gotta get to class,” he confesses. Thank God he has his uniform in the trunk of his car for exactly these kinds of emergencies. He grabs his phone, wallet, and keys, and quickly kisses you on the cheek. He gazes down at you apologetically. “Sorry I gotta cut and run, sweetheart, but it’s been fun.”

Your smile barely reaches your eyes. He’s pressed for time, but he still notices.

He slows himself down and cups your cheek. “Hey.”

He gets your pretty eyes looking up at him, and he gives you a real kiss, nice and slow. He cradles your cheek and brushes his thumb across your skin.

“Thanks,” he says. His now familiar grin manages to make you smile. “And I mean that.”

You shake your head at him. “Okay go, Mr. Future Fireman. Be safe out there, okay?”

He gives you a playful salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

You can’t help but laugh. This guy’s too much. But you don't think you've had this much fun having sex in...

All right, let's not put a timeframe on it.

You watch him leave your apartment, even though you have a sinking feeling in your chest. You knew this was just a hookup for him, for both of you. Part of you just couldn’t help hoping that it could’ve led to something more. 

Dean means to call you.

He really does.

After that truly awesome, you shook me all night long, kind of a night, he thinks about you more than he’d like to admit over the next few weeks. However, he finds himself locked into his training. He’s so close to finishing strong and earning his badge, he just can’t afford any more distractions.

Still, he should’ve known that Sam would find out—either through Eileen, or through you directly. He also should’ve expected the way his brother let him have it.

“And you didn’t even fucking call her. See? This is why I don’t set you up with any of my friends anymore,” Sam bitches at him from his side of the small two-seater dinner table. They still share an apartment, though in just a month and a half, Sam’s going to be moving out. He and Eileen already found a house that they’re moving into after the wedding.

“Look, I was going to call her, man. They’ve just been bustin’ my ass at the Academy!” Dean argues.

“Bullshit.” Sam levels him with the same finger that holds his beer.

Dean’s brows raise, high and annoyed. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I’m calling bullshit. Because if you really liked her, respected her, and respected me, you would’ve made the time,” Sam says.

That falls heavy between the brothers for a moment while they eat their pizza.

“Look, I know her. She doesn’t do hookups that often, which means…she probably liked you,” Sam adds. “And honestly, when are you going to give it a real try with someone? You can only visit that free clinic so many times.”

Dean shoots him a glare. He’s had a clean bill of health from said clinic for six months straight.

“Jesus Christ. Enough, all right?” he grouses. “What’re you, Mom?”

“I’m just saying,” Sam says, lowering his crust to the plate. He levels his brother with a more earnest look, lightening up from his anger. “Look, if it’s about what happened to Dad—”

“What, you mean the way he drank himself to death after Mom died?” Dean says. His voice cuts through whatever softball glove Sam is trying to handle him with. “You think that’s the kind of thing I should be looking for in my life?”

“Oh, and what, do you think I’m making a mistake marrying Eileen?” Sam counters.

Dean sighs, shaking his head. “Damn it, don’t put words in my mouth. That’s not what I’m saying, it’s just…I don’t know. Maybe that kind of life—the house, the wife, the 2.5 kids and the dog. Maybe that’s just not my life, okay?”

Sam gives him a long look. He lets go of a deep breath, and he shrugs.

“Okay,” he says. “If you think hooking up night after night for the rest of your life is going to make you happy, then fine.”

Dean nods, glad that they can put an end to this little After School Special.

“Okay.”

Still, he can’t finish his third slice of pizza. He keeps picturing your face when he left you that morning. No matter how you tried to hide it, he still saw the tinge of disappointment in your eyes. It brews something uncomfortable in his stomach, and a sting in his chest.

You’re eating lunch alone in your classroom, finally on your break, when an unfamiliar number flashes across your phone screen. You look down at it in confusion, but with all the caterers and florists and things you’ve helped Eileen with on the wedding, you figure it could be important. You pick up the call and greet whoever’s on the line.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”

You drop your ham and cheese on your keyboard, gaping in surprise.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he chuckles slightly. “Sorry, I know it’s been a minute.”

You frown, because you’re confused more than anything.

“Yeah, like almost a month,” you reply. You put the call on speaker so you can grab up your sandwich and quickly brush off the crumbs from your keyboard. You struggle to say something cool, clever, sexy even. “I’m okay. Just, um…what’s up?”

Smooth, real smooth. You cover your eyes with your hand.

“Nothin’, I was just thinking of that night,” he says. “I had a good time.”

Your frown deepens, despite the beginning of a blush warming your cheeks. If he’s calling you just for another hookup…

“So I just thought maybe you and I could do something again. Maybe you wanna come over my place this time.”

And there it is. You deflate at his words, shoulders sagging. The "convenient booty call" proposition.

“I could make us some burgers, toss in a couple of beers and a movie night,” he adds.

That part throws you though, you’re not going to lie. What, is this a Netflix and chill situation—with a side of fries?

You consider it. You weigh pros and cons at a frightening speed in your mind, almost like Sherlock Holmes contemplating the layout of a dead body and deducing within moments that his wife committed the murder, despite the man no longer wearing a ring.

You want to let yourself be bold and spontaneous and carefree...but it's just not who you are at your core. You're a planner, a cautious person who looks three ways before crossing the street. Letting Dean take you home that night was certainly one of the most spontaneous, wild things you've done since your friends took you out to a strip club after you aced your final round of exams back in college.

(Sam hadn't been there that night, but he did get an embarrassing drunken text from you at 3:00 a.m., along with a few shame-ridden pictures fueled by questionable substances. Yes, he still had the evidence.)

You just don't know if it's smart to let yourself hookup with Dean again. Mostly because you know your heart has the tendency to get attached, no matter how much you warn it not to.

“You know, Dean, I’m pretty busy with my job right now. I just started here a couple of months ago, and I think I just need to focus on that right now,” you say. Part of it isn’t a lie, even though your soft heart is stinging.

“Ah, okay. Yeah. I get that,” he says. You hear his disappointment too. “But I just need to say, I really am sorry for not calling you sooner.”

Your lips tug at a smile. “It’s okay, Dean. Look, you’re Sam’s brother. I just feel like, maybe it’s better if you and I stay friends.”

“Friends, huh?” Dean says wryly. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t have three rounds of steamy hot sex with any of my friends.”

Your blush comes swiftly again, burning in your cheeks.

“Be that as it may,” you say, “I just don’t want to do anything that will distract from Sam and Eileen’s wedding.”

“Oh, I’m a distraction, huh?” Dean says flirtatiously. 

You begin to smile in earnest. “I think you know damn well what you are, Dean Winchester.”

His deep chuckle practically resonates through the phone and into your chest, going straight down to your pussy. You clench on nothing just at the sound of his voice, making you cross your legs under your skirt. Dear God…

How are you supposed to be even remotely normal around this man now? 

But for Sam’s sake (and your own), you’ll have to try. 

Two months later, Dean has taken Sam’s dating advice to heart. A week or so after you turned him down, he ran into Lisa Braeden, Eileen’s Maid of Honor, while he was at the grocery store buying beer and Twizzlers. She was a smart, sharp, sexy brunette. A yoga instructor, he soon found out. So he took a chance on asking her out. They’ve been going slow and steady ever since. 

Dean hasn’t heard from you since the rehearsal dinner, but he sees you again at his brother’s wedding. All the bridesmaids are wearing long, royal blue dresses that drape off the shoulders and hug the bust and waist, flaring gently at the skirt. Lisa and Jo wear it beautifully, their hair perfectly smooth and coiled. 

But when you step out into the hall outside the church ballroom to join them, Dean actually pauses in what he’s saying to his brother. He nearly double takes when you enter his line of vision—mostly because he hasn’t seen you in a dress since that night. You were sexy as hell then, a lady in red. 

Today, you’re absolutely stunning. 

After greeting Sam with a warm hug, you turn to him with a nervous kind of smile. “H-Hey, Dean.”

With that, he snaps out of it. Dean smiles, eyes crinkling, and goes over to give you a hug as well.

“Good to see you,” he says, trying not to inhale too much of your nice perfume. It’s even in your hair.

“You too,” you reply. Your smile is a little brighter, more genuine. Though there’s something behind your eyes that he can’t quite place.

What he doesn’t notice is the way Lisa is watching you and her boyfriend, a hint of suspicion on her face.

You do though. You pull away from Dean and assemble into a line with Lisa at the helm. As the Best Man, Dean stands with her, followed by Jo and Brady, another one of Sam’s buddies. You and Benny bring up the rear. Benny’s dad used to work with John, Sam and Dean’s father, on the police force.

According to Sam, John Winchester worked a beat for twenty-six years before his liver finally gave out on him. Dean almost went to the Police Academy to follow in his dad’s footsteps, but Benny, already working his way up to Lieutenant, suggested Dean become a smoke eater instead. The suggestion stuck.

Benny Lafitte is slightly shorter than Dean, but just as broad-shouldered, his auburn beard neatly trimmed. Even though you might’ve thought he was rough around the edges at first, his kind blue eyes spoke the contrary. He offers you his arm like a gentleman.

“Well aren't I lucky, getting the prettiest girl on my arm,” he says, with a charming smile.

You smile, and even begin to blush at the way he subtly takes note of you from head to toe.

“Well, thank you. You’re very handsome yourself. Although, hold on.” You slip your arm out of his for a moment so that you can fix his tie. It’s slightly crooked. You make sure that it lays flat under his collar, smoothing down all the edges and picking off any small dust particles that landed on his collar. Benny watches you with an indulgent smile.

“Am I good?” he asks.

“Very,” you reply.

“I appreciate it, thank you,” he says. You don’t know if he means to sound flirtatious, but his voice is a deep drawl that washes over you pleasantly. You find yourself blushing down to your neck as you slip your arm back around his.

You also don’t notice how Dean glances at you and Benny over his shoulder.

As much as you love Sam and Eileen, it’s difficult for you to keep your mind from spinning into fractals as the ceremony goes on. You can’t help but glance at Dean. He stands there behind Sam dutifully, but you see brotherly pride in Dean’s eyes, in his smile. It makes you smile too. You too love Sam like a brother, and it brings a well of happy tears to your eyes to watch him have his moment with his new wife.

It just also reminds you of what you need to do.

After the ceremony ends and the bridal party files out behind the bride and groom, you excuse yourself from Benny apologetically. You wait until Lisa and Jo go off to take pictures with Sam and Eileen, and you grab Dean’s wrist, pulling him aside.

“I need to talk to you,” you whisper.

Dean gives you a confused look. “They’re gonna need us for the pictures.”

“I know, but this is important,” you say. Your voice trembles with nerves, and so do your hands. Dean notices, frowning in concern. He grasps your arm to try and steady you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Just come with me,” you implore him. You take his hand and lead him into the women’s dressing room attached to the church sanctuary you all just came out of.

Dean raises his brows at the mess you and the rest of the bridesmaids have made of the room—pantyhose and makeup and clothing litter the floor and most available surfaces, while leftover breakfast sandwiches, grapes, salami, and cheddar cheese cubes are splayed out across one of the vanity counters. Dean is tempted to steal a morsel, but he focuses on you first.

You close and lock the door, which makes his brows raise high again. You know he has a girlfriend now, right?

“Uhh, look, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but—”

You heave a sigh. Again, you take his hand and guide him to sit with you at the vanity. The old stools squeak, the overhead lights a bit too bright. This is not where you want to do this, but you can’t hold it in anymore.

“Dean, I’m pregnant,” you confess.

He freezes. His breath stills in his lungs. His eyes slowly widen as the words click in his brain.

“What?” His head tilts, as if he didn’t hear you right.

You squeeze his hand; to ground him or yourself, you’re not sure.

“I’m about two months pregnant. I found out last week.”

Dean swipes his free hand over his mouth while he tries to compute. He squeezes your hand, tighter and tighter. He points to himself.

“It’s…it’s me? It’s mine?”

You give him a weary smile. “You’re the only one I’ve been with in the last few months. It could only be you.”

Oh fuck. The man’s face begins to pale as he descends into shock.

“But we…I used a condom,” he reasons. “All the—all the times!”

You bite your lip. If you weren’t freaking the fuck out yourself, you’d probably be laughing right now. Granted, you’ve had a bit more time to process this than Dean.

“I know, I was there,” you reply, releasing yet another sigh. “One of them probably broke. That’s all I can think of… Honestly, Dean, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I just didn’t want to disrupt the ceremony or cause a scene before the wedding. But now you know.”

Dean falls silent then. He hasn’t let go of your hand, which you think is a decent sign. He’s likely forgotten that you’re still holding it as he stares off into the middle distance for several seconds.

Eventually, he shakes his head and returns his gaze to yours. He looks uncertain, his handsome face the true epitome of holy fucking shit.

You know the feeling.

But he asks the most important question.

“What do you want to do?”

Briefly you close your eyes as you take a breath. You squeeze his hand before you let go of him.

“I’ve thought about this a lot, and…I’m keeping the baby,” you tell him, though you raise placating hands. “I don’t want money, or anything like that. I just wanted you to know that it’s yours. How much you want to be in his or—or her life, that’s up to you.”

Dean takes a beat before he answers, but you don’t have to wait so long holding your breath.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. I’ll help you. Don’t worry,” he says.

And just like that, all the time you spent giving yourself pep talks for this, telling yourself that you’ll need to be strong no matter what he says, all of it crumbles into relief. Your lower lip trembles, and your body shudders as you break into tears. You try covering your face to hide your shame, but Dean grasps your shoulders.

“Hey, hey. It’s all right,” he says. He tentatively pulls you into a hug. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You nod into his dress shirt, probably staining him with your running makeup.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “Thank you so much.”

He holds you a bit tighter in response.

You and Dean agree to keep this to yourselves for now, at least until Sam and Eileen get back from their honeymoon. It’s difficult to explain why your eyes are all red and your makeup is smudged, but you promise Sam that you’ll tell him later. You know it’s pointless to lie to him though. As a lawyer, his bullshit meter is far too high.

However, you also know that he’s half guessed it by the time you all make it to the reception. When you and Dean came out of that dressing room to join the bridal party for pictures, you're sure that you looked emotionally wrecked. Dean had looked pale as a sheet, his body coiled and tense, as willing himself to seem normal. Sam had clocked both of you with a raise of his brow, but he didn't say anything then, especially after you gave him a pleading look.

While Eileen greets her family without him for a moment, Sam pulls you aside. He notes your glass of diet coke, in a moderate sea of guests drinking champagne and cocktails.

“Are you okay?” he asks knowingly.

Tears well up in your eyes again. You don’t know if it’s your damn hormones going haywire, or just the way Sam asks you, with the love of a friend in his eyes. He squeezes your shoulder gently, prompting you with your name.

“Yeah, I think I will be,” you say.

"Is it the same reason you're not drinking?" he asks. "You and Dean earlier..."

You hesitantly confirm with a nod. Sam blows out a harsh sigh, raising folded hands to his mouth as he processes. You begin to look around on reflex, trying to see if anyone's watching you and Sam have this conversation in the middle of the reception. To your relief, everyone around you seems occupied with drinks, hours d'oeuvres and conversation.

“What did he say when you told him?” Sam asks. His gaze is firmer. You get the idea that if he doesn’t like what you tell him, then he’s about to go grab his brother by the ear himself.

You grab his wrist and give a placating squeeze. “He said he's going to help me, be there for me.”

“Damn right. So will I,” Sam nods, and glances back at Eileen, his new bride, with a smile. “We both will.”

“I know,” you nod as well. “I’ll be okay, Sam. You don’t have to worry so much. Just enjoy your wedding day. It’s the only one you’re gonna get. Well, you know…hopefully.”

You tease him with a wink.

Sam laughs, cupping your cheek. He kisses your other cheek.

“I love you, you know that right?” he says.

You give him a trembling smile through your tears.

Meanwhile, Dean has a beautiful woman in his arms. He turns Lisa on the dancefloor, trying not to trip on his own dress shoes, all the while knowing that his brain isn’t here in his body. It’s across the ballroom, watching you talk to Sam. Dean can tell that he knows, just in his Big Bird body language. He’d also recognize that accompanying Bitch Face anywhere.

“Dean, what’s wrong,” Lisa asks him, and not for the first time. She’s getting annoyed, he can tell. She finally looks over to where he keeps glancing, and she notices you with a frown. It’s also not the first time she’s caught him staring at you tonight.

“What was that earlier in the dressing room? She didn’t really get food poisoning, did she?” she asks pointedly. “What, did you two used to date or something?”

He gives a wan smile. “Yeah, kinda. We…had a thing once.”

“What kind of thing?”

Dean closes his eyes and tries to keep himself calm. He’s pretty sure if he tells her the truth right now, she’s going to find the nearest cocktail and dump it over his head.

But shit, here it goes.

“Well…”

After a long day at school, you drive over to Dean’s apartment. You’d agreed to meet there and wait for him to get off his shift at Firehouse 83, where he just started as a full-fledged firefighter on probation. When he gets home, he’s supposed to go with you to an important appointment with your OB-GYN. 

You were hoping he’d already be done with work by the time you got to his place, but Lisa's there to open the door for you. Apparently, he’d already given her a key.

Moving kind of fast, but okay, you think. A second later, you could’ve rolled your eyes at yourself. Pot, kettle, me. Got it.

Lisa greets you with a “polite” smile at best, but she does offer you water at least. You really can’t blame her for not liking you though. She found out her boyfriend got another woman pregnant right before he started dating her. Really, she has more balls than you for staying with him. You wouldn't put it past Dean to somehow have smooth-talked her into giving him a chance.

Or she really loves him. The thought sobers you as you lower yourself down to the couch beside her. Both of you sit there in silence for a moment, trying to figure out something to talk about.

“So, you’re what, six months pregnant?” she asks.

You correct her in thinly veiled annoyance. “Three months, actually.”

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t know why I thought it was six.”

You have a feeling her awkward chuckle is fake, however. She knew good and damn well that you’re not six months pregnant. In her eyes, you must be the size of a parade float. 

“If you want, I can recommend a holistic diet to help you get your body back after the baby’s born,” Lisa offers. “No pills, no chemicals. Just good clean weight loss.”

You feign interest. Honestly, you’d like her to cram that offer right up her hooch.

“I can even give you a discount if you want to try out yoga,” she says. “It’s low impact, but you burn plenty of calories. I have a beginner’s class, not too strenuous. Even my least flexible clients manage to do the poses.”

Is that why Dean likes you? Because you’re bendy? Bet if I sat on you, you’d pop like a fucking balloon.

You hide all of these thoughts behind a “polite” smile of your own.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you reply. It’s non-committal enough, but hopefully it’ll get her off your back.

No such luck.

“You know, maintaining a healthy diet is really important for the baby’s health too,” Lisa adds. “It’s not just about avoided raw fish and dairy products. Oh, and processed food is obviously a no-go. Like, I’m sure you haven’t been hitting Taco Bell and all that stuff, right?”

As a matter of fact, you’ve been eating clean since long before you got pregnant. Not that it’s any business of hers whether you enjoy the occasional quesadilla or not.

Your temper snaps at its leash. You open your mouth to reply, when the front door unlocks and opens to Dean, stepping in through the threshold.

Thank God, you and Lisa both think. She gets up quicker from the couch than you, greeting her boyfriend with a kiss. You avert your gaze while you begin to get up yourself.

Dean reaches out to help you, grasping your arm in support. You shoot him a smile.

“I can still get up by myself,” you snip.

“Yeah, all right. Just in case,” he says with a smile. “Ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah. Let’s rock and roll,” you say, trying to hide your worsening mood. You’re exhausted, and irritated, and probably more than a little hangry. Except now, the idea of food just has you feeling guilty for even being hungry.

“Bye, hun. Hope you have a good appointment,” Lisa says, giving your shoulder a pat. You give her the most genuine smile you can muster as you thank her. It's possibly that she's one of those women who don't realize when they're being cunty, but you find it highly unlikely. She's too smart for that.

You follow Dean out the door and over to his car, big and black and sleek as you remember. You settle into the passenger seat with your arms crossed in silence. Dean switches the cassette to one of his favorite Led Zeppelin albums, though he notices your grumpy face.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

You give him some side-eye, but you’re reluctant to say anything. You just shake your head. As irritated as you are, you don’t want to be the friend who badmouths his girlfriend.

God, are we even friends? You wonder. Or am I just his knocked-up baby momma?

And again, you realize that this whole situation is probably hard for Lisa. You just don’t know if she’s jealous, or if she just…doesn’t like you.

“I’m okay,” you tell Dean.

He raises a skeptical brow. Looks like Sam isn’t the only one with a finely tuned bullshit meter.

“All right, how about this,” Dean says. “Let’s grab some burgers after this, huh? From your favorite spot. Shake Shack, right? Side of fries, frozen yogurt. I think I’ll get chocolate this time… Hmm, I doubt Lisa will want anything. She’s gone on an all-vegan kick or something.”

For one shining moment, you were happy and touched at his consideration. But now your body stills in your seat when you remember Lisa’s words. Tears well up in your eyes with a hot sting, and a sob escapes your throat.

Dean is cut off from thinking about getting extra bacon on his burger. He looks over at you in alarm. “H-Hey, what’s the matter?”

You scoff at him through your tears. “Are you kidding me? I can’t eat burgers anymore, Dean. I was already fucking fat. Now it’s just gonna get ridiculous.”

“What?” Dean’s brows knit together in confusion, along with his deepening frown. It gets worse as he tries to watch the road ahead, while at the same time, watching you continue to crumble.

“And after the birth, I’m just going to be an even fatter slob who can’t take care of her baby,” you sniffle and weep, trying in vain to wipe your eyes and get ahold of yourself.

Dean grits his teeth, his jaw twitching. Fuck it.

He turns the steering wheel sharp enough to startle a gasp out of you.

“Dean!”

He pulls the car over onto the side of the road, ignoring the honking SUV behind him. He shifts into Park and shuts off the radio—a big red flag, in your opinion. He’s upset too, and fucking serious, more so than you’ve ever seen him. You stare back at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve never once heard you say that you’re fat,” he says.

You blink at that, but eventually, you’re able to get your tongue to unstick from the roof of your mouth. You wipe the remnants of tears from your cheeks. Your face is already hot from your upset, now tinged with embarrassment.

“You haven’t known me very long,” you say quietly.

It doesn’t help. Dean’s jaw ticks again.

“Well, I’ve never thought it. Not even once,” he says. His jade green eyes are firmly set on yours, and he gestures between you and him with a pointed finger. “The reason you and I are here right now, is because the minute I saw you, I wanted you.”

One corner of his lips kicks upwards. “And that night, you didn’t disappoint.”

Your mouth falls open slightly. You don’t know how to respond, but you do know that a full blush is warming your face and neck. His words have power, and unbidden, they bloom a similar warmth between your legs. You swallow a bit nervously as you bite your bottom lip.

Dean glances down at your mouth when you do. He can remember what your pretty mouth did for him that night. Oh, he remembers all too well. He even had the shade of your lipstick streaked across his skin until he showered up at the firehouse.

He locks that all away when shifts the car back into Drive. If you’re going to make it to this appointment on time, he needs to get going.

And you both have to leave whatever that was right here by the side of the road.

AN: Woo! 😮‍💨 Yep, this is only Part 1, friends. Lisa is a bit different in this. My take was that without Ben in her life, she might be less mature and a bit more catty. As we get into Part 2 I'll leave it up to you to decide why she decides to stay with Dean, and perhaps more importantly, where the reader and Dean can go from here as co-parents. 🤔

Next Time in Part 2:

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

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

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

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

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

He leans over and kisses you. It’s a firm meeting of his lips to yours, and achingly familiar.

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Tysm for requesting I really love writing this one and also I really love the show so far . The edits of George I have been seeing he looks so hot like look at our man , but anyway thank you for everyone liking and following me it’s means so much I didn’t know how many people out there really like reading my fics thank you I am so grateful to have a community like you guys❤️

STORY NAME-Unexpected Reunion

The bright studio lights shone down as you stood among the other contestants, nerves buzzing through your veins. You had signed up for Inside the Sidemen Show Season 2 on a whim, thinking it would be a fun challenge, but now that you were actually here—standing under the scrutiny of the Sidemen—you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

“Alright, time to introduce our final contestant,” Ethan announced, grinning as he glanced toward the entrance.

Simon smirked. “This one’s a good one.”

You raised a brow, confused, but before you could question it, the doors swung open.

And standing there, just as stunned as you were, was George.

Your George. Your boyfriend.

His mouth dropped open when he saw you, blinking in disbelief before breaking into a huge smile.

“NO WAY!” JJ cackled. “They KNOW each other?!”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Simon pointed between you two, narrowing his eyes. “Are you—?”

George let out an incredulous laugh, walking toward you. “What are the chances?!”

You laughed in shock, shaking your head. “Did you know about this?”

“Not at all!” He stopped in front of you, still grinning. “This is insane.”

The Sidemen watched in amusement as you and George shared a quick, slightly awkward hug—partly because you were still processing the surprise, partly because you knew you were on camera.

“This is either gonna be adorable or absolute chaos,” Tobi said.

“Both,” you and George replied in unison, making everyone laugh.

Challenges, Banter, and Sweet Moments

Throughout the episode, the Sidemen took full advantage of the situation, pairing you and George against each other in ridiculous challenges.

During a bizarre taste-testing challenge, George dramatically gagged at a mystery food. “Nope. Nope. This is actual poison.”

You smirked. “It’s literally just pickled onions.”

“I stand by what I said.”

Later, in a physically demanding challenge, the Sidemen made you and George compete head-to-head. At one point, you shoved past him to grab an item, and he gasped in fake betrayal.

“Wow. I thought we had something special.”

“You thought wrong.”

The Sidemen were howling with laughter.

But in between all the chaos, there were sweet moments, too. During a blindfolded challenge, George carefully guided you through an obstacle course, his voice soft and reassuring.

“You’ve got this, just take one step to the left—yeah, perfect. Now reach out, I’m right here.”

Somehow, hearing his voice made you feel calmer.

The Ending – A Sweet Victory

By the end of the show, you didn’t even care about winning—it was just fun getting to experience this with him. But when the Sidemen announced that you and George had won the final challenge, he immediately pulled you into a spin-hug, laughing.

“Power couple energy,” Vik teased.

JJ groaned. “Alright, get off the set before I throw up.”

George just grinned, slinging an arm around you. “Nah, you love it.”

And as the cameras stopped rolling, he turned to you, his voice quieter. “That was actually so much fun.”

You smiled. “Yeah. Kinda crazy how it worked out.”

“Kinda crazy,” he agreed, squeezing your hand. “But I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.”

[81pastrys]

hi, hope you're having a good day! can u write about norris family, piastri family and sainz family are going to a family trip abroad. the children decide to be a little adventurous, and one of them ended up being in a hospital because of a (minor) injury

Outside the Paddock

Summary— The trio take their girls on a beach trip, but the beach isn’t the only trip that happens

Warnings— minor head injury ; screaming toddler ; hospital/er visit

A/N— this is long so enjoy 🙂‍↕️

Carlos, Lando, and Oscar planned on bringing their girls on a group trip after a very underwhelming grand prix. The girls didn’t seem bothered. They were so excited to go on a trip with their dads, uncles, and basically sisters at this point.

Lando and Lila were first to arrive at the house they had rented out, unpacking in a room with a wall of windows. Lila sat on the floor and admires the beach view.

Oscar and Mila arrived next, unpacking with Mila exploring the room like it was fake. Then jumping on the bed before Oscar warned her to behave.

Carlos and Viviana arrived last, Viviana asking all the questions in the world and Carlos answering every one throughly to where she could understand.

The first day they decided to go to the beach. The girl splashed each other and made sand castles. They were loving the trip. The three men sat back on chairs and talked about racing. They watched their three girls play around.

Lila was the first complainer of the three. Always with the dramatics. “Daddy, sand got in my eye!!” She whined, her left eye closed as she held a hand to it. Lando gently grabbed her hand away and wiped the sand away with a towel.

“There sweetheart, go have fun now.” Lando said smiling at her. Viviana was the next complainer running to Carlos with fully drenched hair and a few tears.

“My hair is wet papi!!” She explicitly told Lila and Mila she didn’t want her face or hair to get wet. She whined and cried in Carlos’s chest. He dried her hair the best he could with her towel and sent her away again.

Mila came over and just crawled on top of Oscar. No explanation. “What’s wrong angel?” He rubbed her back and she just hummed. “Go play Mila.” He encouraged and she did. She just needed a moment with her dad.

All three men stood at attention when a scream was let out. The girls had wondered off by some rocks. They all make their way over quickly, it seemed urgent. Oscar about freaked out seeing blood on Mila’s face.

“Oh my god, what happened?” Oscar said, you’re supposed to keep calm not to freak your kid out. However his daughter looked like she just got mauled by an animal.

“She slipped on a rock.” Lila said, now in Lando’s arms. Oscar brought his screaming toddler by the water and tried cleaning some of the blood off. What he forgot was that it was salt water and made her scream even more.

Viviana and Lila covered their ears from the loud screams and they walked back by their things, Oscar grabbing a towel and gently cleaning Mila’s face. “Mila, I need you to stop screaming at me.” He said softly. “Look at me.” She turned her head and sobbed still. “You’re going to be okay.”

He finally noticed the cut that had caused blood to gush over her face and winced. “That looks deep, we should take her to the hospital.” Carlos said. Mila screamed again when Oscar dabbed the wound.

“I’ll start the car, look up the nearest one.” Lando said. Lila and Viviana were absolutely clueless as to why their trip got cut short. Oscar was holding Mila and still examining the wound on her forehead.

“Hey, angel, look at me okay?” He said. She looked up at him and he weakly smiled. “We’re going to bring you to a big doctor okay? And they’re going to help you feel better.” She nodded.

They rushed to get everything in the car and headed to the nearest ER. Only 5 minutes thank god, Oscar didn’t think he could handle Mila in pain much longer. They got out and checked in.

“What brings you in today little girl?” A nurse asked. “Oh no! How did you get that?” She examined the wound on Mila’s forehead and Mila shied away from the cold touch. “Dad can you sit on the bed with her and hold her so she isn’t scared?” The nurse asked.

Oscar obliged and sat Mila in his lap while the nurse looked at her forehead. “We were at the beach and she slipped on rocks.” Oscar explained. “She bled quite a lot.” Concern lacing his voice.

The nurse explained that she’ll need a few minor stitches but nothing too major. Mila whined, she didn’t understand anything that was being said. She leaned into Oscar’s chest and he let her.

“She’s going to give you medicine so you don’t feel the pain okay?” Oscar said when the nurse came back. “Do me a favor angel, hold my hands.” He held his hands on her knees and she listened. He held her hands with a tight grip when the nurse had a shot in hand.

“It’ll be a tiny pinch, and then no more pain, okay?” Mila nodded and let the nurse do what she needed to. Oscar ended up with her tiny hands in one of his and then held her head with the other so she didn’t move. She let out another scream and Oscar rubbed her belly after. “All done! See just a little pinch.”

Oscar got her to calm down once again. The nurse returned with stitching supplies and Mila didn’t want to move her head from Oscar’s shoulder. Luckily enough, her head was tilted the right way for the nurse to stitch her up on his shoulder. She didn’t feel a thing.

“I’m going to put some butterfly bandages, but she should see her pediatrician when you get back home.” The nurse explained. Oscar got paperwork done and then went back to the car. Carlos and Lando decided to opt out of the hospital visit with their daughters, thinking of how hard it was going to be keeping them in one spot for hours.

They actually made a trip home to change, allowing the girls to nap along the way. Oscar put Mila in her car seat and explained everything to the other two. Mila was out by the time they got back to the house.

I figured since Lila broke her ankle, Mila should be the culprit

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[trustmypoison]

SVT when you're intimidating

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘Hi! How would the SVT members react to the other members partners being extremely intimidating but becomes a softy once they see their partner 😂 🐅 to 🐈’

A/N: well if this doesn’t describe me perfectly!!! I’m constantly perplexed by people finding me intimidating given the kind of features I have.

A/N #2: the requester asked for other members reactions in this situation but it seemed cuter to do his reaction to an intimidating partner/crush. To the requester, I hope you still enjoy!

Seungcheol

High key loves that you’re a little intimidating because he’s a jealous boy. He doesn’t like that he is, but he’s big enough to admit that he kind of likes that the members might be a little skittish around you. But more than that, he likes that you let go of some of that privately with him.

Jeonghan

Oh, he plays this up big time. He knows you’re totally harmless, but he has to have his fun. Like, if a member breaks something of yours accidentally, he’ll hiss and go, “ooo I’m sorry, I can’t help you. Have you written a will yet?” He knows full well that you’ll brush it off, but he likes the fear in his member’s eyes lol.

Joshua

Actually so proud that he knows you well enough to know that you aren’t all that intimidating. If his members ever express some skepticism about how his relationship with you works, he simply shrugs and says, “it’s okay, you don’t have to get it.” He low-key thinks you’re the cutest, but he’s okay with being the only one to know that for now.

Jun

He spots that it’s an act right away. It’s a good act, don’t get me wrong. But he’s incredibly patient when it comes to some of your walls coming down. If anyone ever implies that it’s not worth the wait, he’ll sternly insist that it is. You might not always outwardly laugh or smile, not even at the lamest of jokes he has for you, but he likes the amusement in your eyes when you tell him just how bad it is.

Hoshi

Talk about someone that melts the moment you let that mask slip just a little. He rambles on about something in his typical hyperactive way and when he spots that you’re smiling a little with a much lighter look in your eyes than usual, his brain goes fuzzy. That mask comes back up the moment he shrieks about it, gaining the attention of the entire room. He resolves to be cooler about it next time.

Wonwoo

You think he can’t handle a resting bitch face? Him, of all people? This is totally a kindred spirit sort of relationship that blooms. You guys keep things really low key in public, with those really light-hearted moments reserved for a more private setting. But trust that if any of his members ever spot you guys act even a little cutesy, they’ll be sooo confused.

Woozi

You’re number one defender, actually. He finds you exceptionally sweet and thoughtful, despite whatever mask you wear, and doesn’t take too kindly to anyone implying that you can’t be friendly. If someone, including his members, says something about it, he’ll simply say, “you must not have made them feel welcome. They aren’t like that with me.”

DK

Definitely an opposites attract sort of thing. His members might be terribly confused to find out that Seokmin asked you, someone known to be a little prickly, out. And you said yes?? This turns into them be believing that they’re living in an alternate universe when you join them for dinner one night and Seokmin greets you with a usual sunshiney grin and some sweet words. And you beam back at him?? What is this???

Mingyu

Another one that recognizes your prickly nature as a protective measure. When flirting and straight up hitting on you don’t get him anywhere, he just resolves to be someone you feel safe with. And he’s very proud when you call him for help and he gets to excuse himself from an outing with some of his members saying that you need him.

Minghao

You think with all of the Scorpio energy that he has that he’d be intimidated?? It might throw you for a minute that he doesn’t even blink at your attitude sometimes. It’s not that he thinks that you’re all bark and no bite. Rather, he just relates to you in that regard and it doesn’t unnerve him even a little bit. In fact, no one would be surprised that him of all people can break through to you.

Seungkwan

Petrified of saying the wrong thing, I fear. He’s friendly and outgoing and might not be able to fathom why you’re so closed off. You might actually be under the impression that he doesn’t like you much because he doesn’t go out of his way to bother you. But he’s always got an eye on you and will do little things to help you. He might just fall apart if you ever thank him or so much as smile at him. (His members love to tease him about it.)

Vernon

Totally unfazed. I don’t think he’d relate to this mood exactly, but he doesn’t really bat an eye at your icy nature. So he’s not intimidated to come up and talk to you. Like, say you’re a staff member, and you’re the only person that can help with something, he has no problem going to talk to you about, sometimes on behalf of other members. Not that he’d admit to developing a little bit of a crush, but he will tell his members over and over that you aren’t that scary, you’re just shy or reserved.

Chan

Another one that might be a little unnerved, but he’ll gather his courage and best flirting because you’re attractive. He lives for the little lifts at the corner of your mouth like you’re trying not to smile and it eggs him on. From anyone else’s perspective, his advances don’t appear to be going well. So imagine how floored the members are when he casually announces that he has a date with you.

[dailydoseoffanfics]

Dude, I love your work, especially the self aware ones! Phenomenal!

Anyway, uhhh, this is the first time I’ve actually done an ask, if I’ll be honest… But uhh, take the time you need to read through the ask, remember to take breaks and take care of yourself.

Anyway, uhm; I had a strange thought, and wanted to share it with you. Y’know how we (the player) plays the survivors/killers…

Do you ever think that, they’d hear any music, that is playing from the same device you’re playing, or music in the background?

I’ve actually been listening to “Tongue Twister - Speed Up” (or the original), “Evacuate The Dancefloor - Radio Edit” by Cascada(?), and “Monster” (The call the doctor, must be something wrong with me, he’s a monster yada yada yada…)

D’you think they’d all, or if not most of them, would hear the music? Would they enjoy it, would they like it, would they be neutral about it? Or would they be like 1x. Grumpy as hell and like, hate it?

(I hope this ask isn’t too much of a brainstorm for you, love your work, and keep it up! 🫶🫶)

first of all? W music taste. Like actually. I ESPECIALLY LOVED THAT MONSTER SONG WHEN I WAS 7 (I STILL LOVE IT). Mann, i used to have a HUGE nightcore phase when i was 7-9 years old, matter of fact, it was a LIFESTYLE for me back then. (alright enough of my yapping BUT THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS :3)

Second of all? Despite your voice being pretty muffled, all of the survivors and killers can hear your music crystal clear. Either same device or background music. All of them got variety of reacting to your music taste....

For the survivors, all of the survivors think it's nice. It makes their experiences more....bearable at least. And hey, if you have REALLY good music taste, you can even make some survivors like the songs you're listening to! Some survivors would be interested in your music taste (Two Time, Chance, and Shedletsky), some thinks it's nice and even prefers listening to whatever music you're playing more (Elliot, Noob, and 007n7), while the others won't mind that much but thinks it's neat (Builderman and Guest 1337).

Well how are the killers feeling? They got some interesting reactions....

Some won't mind much but will ask you what you're listening to: Jason (he just does it by tilting his head, hoping you know what's he's trying to say) and John Doe.

Some will ask you to change the music: c00lkid.

Some will think it's annoying but they'll just try to ignore it. And they might even think your music taste is bad, but don't listen to them: 1x1x1x1.

(Also gonna focus on the monster song part for a bit because. it just. activated my neurons. for some reason.)

I think the survivors will share questioning glances to each other if they hear that song. Many thoughts are gonna go through their head like an army of bees attacking their mind. Are you going through some kind of toxic relationship? Is this a cry for help? Do you need help? Watch their faces turn red from embarrassment when you tell them that, no, it's just a song that you like and you're not going through any toxic relationships whatsoever.

....Imagine their reactions if you were listening to WAP. 💀

(lil fun fact: i was actually listening to those songs that you mentioned while writing this. it was a fun experience.)

[glossypolaroidkisses]

Frat fuckboy luigi hitting on curvy reader who assumes he doesn’t fuck w curvy women like that but 🤭🤭 he 100% does sawrryyyy

w/c: 1339

He's staring. And you know it's not a compliment.

The bass pounds through the floor, vibrating up your legs, rattling your ribs. Laughter and drunken voices swell around you, the air thick with cheap beer, sweat, and too much cologne. It's the same as every other frat party—loud, crowded, sticky floors.

You're only here because your friend dragged you. Like always. You sway lazily, tipsy, nodding your head to the beat as she grinds on another girl. You laugh, perfectly content to just exist in the chaos while she has her fun.

Except tonight, something's off. Or rather, someone.

Luigi.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. That pretty, cocky smile—the kind that's probably gotten him out of trouble more often than not. He's the definition of a frat-boy cliché; The type who coasts through life on charm, intelligence, and the undeniable power of his presence.

The women who pass through his dorm are impossibly stunning—long legs, striking cheekbones, chiseled face cards. Karlie Kloss, Taylor Hill, Anok Yai model-types.

.. Not you. And that's fine. You love your curves. You love food. You know you're sexy. But the way Luigi is looking at you—when you know he doesn’t looks at girls like you—rubs you the wrong way.

And tonight, he won't stop staring.

You've caught his gaze more than once, your stomach tightening each time. He's painfully gorgeous, but his expression is unreadable—something between amusement and curiosity, that smug smirk never leaving his lips.

It has to be a joke. A bet, maybe. Or the way people rubberneck at car crashes—mildly horrified but unable to look away.

You shift as you dance, tugging at the hem of your dress. A subconscious check. Am I having a nip slip? You glance down. Nope. God, what the fuck is his problem?

You take a slow sip of your drink, feigning indifference, scanning the room for a distraction; But it's useless. Because now, he's moving.

Luigi pushes through the crowd with that effortless, confident stride that pisses you off, every step deliberate. Inevitable. Like gravity pulling him towards you.

You roll your eyes, bracing yourself. A ridiculous pickup line, maybe. Some half-assed negging disguised as flirting. Whatever it is, you're not in the mood.

"Hey." His voice is low, smooth—but loud enough to cut through the music. "I'm Luigi."

You arch a brow. "What? Really?" Sarcasm drips from your voice.

Everyone knows Luigi.

He chuckles, his gaze flickering over you with quiet amusement. “I don't think we've officially met.”

“We've shared lectures,” you deadpan. His grin is slow, lazy—like he enjoys your attitude.

"Don't worry, I remember." His gaze drags down your body before locking onto yours again. “Nice dress, by the way."

You roll your eyes. "Oh, great. Now I feel special."

"You should." His voice dips lower, edged with something weightier beneath the teasing, "Though you still look good in your usual grey hoodie and sweats." he says. That catches you off guard. Your scoff is instinctual, feigning nonchalance. "Yeah, well, you're not too bad in your Penn merch." you tease.

His smirk widens. "Ah, so you have noticed me."

Shit. You blink, your mind scrambling for a deflection, but his expression shifts—like he's already got you figured out. "Don't worry, you've been in my mind too," For a second, you almost believe him.

“Right.”

“Please, y/n. I'm being polite and sparing the details,” Before you can reply, he tilts his head slightly, studying you. "I've been meaning to talk to you all night... surprised you didn't notice."

Oh, but you did. You noticed every stolen glance, every second his eyes lingered too long. You cross your arms. "Say what, exactly?"

His smirk is infuriatingly self-assured. "That you're not as hard to read as you think."

Your pulse jumps, but you keep your face neutral. "Pardon?"

He steps closer, the air shifting. Suddenly, it's just the two of you, the party fading into a dull hum. "You act like you don't care, but you've been watching me, too."

You scoff. "You're delusional."

Luigi hums, pretending to consider it. "Am I? Funny, because every time I look at you, you're already looking back."

You open your mouth, then snap it shut. He's lying. Or at least, he has to be. Right? You huff. "If I was staring, it was only because I was trying to figure out why the hell you were staring at me first."

He exhales a short laugh. "Right. Just simple curiosity. Nothing else."

"Exactly."

His smirk deepens. "So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't care."

Your stomach flips. "I—"

"You wouldn't think about it later, while you're lying in bed," he continues, voice dropping lower, like a secret only meant for you. "Wouldn't replay it in your head. Wouldn't wonder how I'd taste—"

“You're so fucking cocky.” You interrupt.

Luigi grins like he's already won. "And you like it."

You glare at him. "I'd rather die than admit that."

"Good thing you don't have to." He takes another step, close enough that his cologne and warmth wraps around you. His fingers trail lightly down your arm, barely touching, but enough to leave goosebumps in their wake. "You just have to say yes." Luigi isn't thinking about conversation anymore.

He's thinking about your thighs wrapped around his head, your body's needy warmth pressing against his mouth, the way you would tremble under his tongue. He's thinking about how your dress clings to your body, every dip, every curve, and how he wants to peel it off slowly; watching how you react as he drags his hands over every inch of you.

He wants to bury his face between your legs, make you sob his name until your fingers are tangled in his curls, holding him there like you never want him to stop. Begging him to keep going, pleading about how close you are, because of him. He wants all of it. And he can't decide where to start.

You shouldn't give in, say yes. You really shouldn't. But he smells like sweet sin, and God, his hands. His fingers brush your jaw, tilting your chin just slightly, like he's testing how much you'll let him get away with. “I want to kiss you,” Luigi murmurs, voice thick with restraint. His gaze drops to your lips, then back up to your eyes, searching for permission. “Would you like that?”

Your breath catches, your face is hot. Luigi chuckles, finding your hesitation cute. "You're flustered."

"No, I'm not." you retort.

Luigi smirks, lowering his lips just past your ear. His breath is warm against your skin. "Let me be specifc." A pause, then— "I want to taste you."

You swallow hard. God, what a corny thing to say so boldly, but the way he says it? It works.

It should be so easy to step away. Roll your eyes. Laugh him off. Call him some small-dick insult. Disappear into the crowd.. but you don't. Because you want to be wanted like this. The look in his eyes, the tone of his voice—it's dangerous. Because you know he's serious. You've heard stories about Luigi... maybe it's time for your turn.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs. His lips grazing your jaw, the faintest tease, but it sends a shiver down your spine. Then you do something you never thought you would.

"Don't." You plead, grabbing the front of his shirt. His mouth crashes against yours. It's not soft. Not sweet. It's devouring. His hands find your waist with ease, sliding down to your hips and pulling you flush against him until there's no space left.

You feel everything. The heat. The hunger. The restraint he's barely clinging to. A low groan escapes him, deep and desperate. His grip tightens. “You have no idea,” he murmurs against your lips, voice wrecked, “how long I've wanted this.”

Your head is spinning. You should stop, but you don't. Because maybe, just maybe, you want to find out exactly how far his desire goes.

a/n: i am not fond of this at alll😭😭😭😭 but i feel bad having barely put anything out. so here are crumbs 🤲🤲🤲 mwah ily ily

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[softlypaintedseafoam]

hi hi hi <3 I haven't been much on tumblr, aside from checking some notifications from time to time, so I have taken a moment to come bother you and ask which romance trope you think would fit ace, law, sabo and sanji. friends to lovers? enemies to lovers? roommates? the possibilities are endless

I think Law would definitely get either friends or enemies to lovers, because in both there's a reluctance to allow himself to fall for this person, one in fear of losing one of the few people he trusts (again), and the other in fear of being hurt by human greed and cruelty (again)

angeeeellll!!! i hope work has been treating you well! you read that smut on the school wifi, you're entitled to it on your break >:3c

now... assigning romance tropes to one piece characters? 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾 definitely a fun topic of discussion because i have many, many thoughts!

ace | friends to lovers/childhood friends to lovers + slow burn

the best part of childhood friends to lovers with ace? you've seen him at his ugliest and still said 'it's you; you're the one i want'

but standard friends to lovers works too because of the trust factor. there is no serious relationship ace will truly take part in unless that person knows the truth about who his father is. it isn't fair for you to be in a relationship with him and not know

i know a popular thought in the fandom is ace is freak who flirts and sleeps around a lot, but considering his levels of self-hate and resentment towards his father i personally don't think he indulges in sexual activities often if at all

considering the prosecution of pregnant women and children young enough to be his father's child, even just an entanglement with ace is enough to get someone executed and just the idea of it happening to you hurts and fills him with guilt

he resents his father enough and i think the fear of having his own children prosecuted at birth due to their bloodline scares him too much to risk fucking around and finding out. what scares him even more would be the thought of his own children coming to resent him for it

so you definitely need to be friends for a relationship to occur with him and friends for a while. the longer for his affection to take root but even then it will take a while for the relationship to happen. you just might have to confess to him

for ace, ignorance is bliss. he'll definitely delude himself into sublimination (a defense mechanism in psychology where a person relegates what they believe are are unacceptable into a more palatable framework to maintain a particular relationship/situation so it doesn't become something they deep inappropriate)

you're just friends, you're like family, whatever it takes to make himself think his feelings are platonic and that they're nothing deeper, that your feelings for him aren't anything deeper

realizing he's in love with you and that you're in love with him is something too painful because he doesn't think he can be or should be loved

law | friends or enemies to lovers

they both suit law for the reasons you said

he isn't one for hooking up with random strangers that are one night lovers

there needs to be a level of trust for law to start a relationship with someone whether it is something was gained through working together as captain and crewmate and having similar interests...

or through an enemy greater than any beef the two of you have forcing the two of you to work together. maybe you're a marine and now that law is no longer a warlord, you wish to bring him to justice

sadly that pesky devil fruit of his has you working with him to take down the emperor kaido lest he stabs or otherwise disposes of your heart which he confiscated

now in the land of wano and forced to work with one another, a begrudging sense of admiration and respect blossoms between the two of you and even worse for your position, affection

but you know the feelings are wrong

law is a pirate and there's no way you can be together

he's a criminal who has done committed too many wrong doings and you are a marine, you're on completely diverging paths

law knows this himself. there's too much on the line to trust you, let you in even deeper than you already have... it's a risk that's too intimidating to act on

before the raid on onigashima, law gives you your heart back saying you don't have to be part of it

what you do next? it's all in your hands

sabo | annoyance to lovers + forced proximity

emphasis on sabo being the annoyance because that boy does not listen to anybody

he constantly breaks rank to do as he pleases on the battlefield (what's worse is that he leaves almost always unscathed), he'll hang up the transponder snail mid-call constantly and he didn't remember your name for a month

if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was doing it on purpose to torment you but it's just how sabo annoyingly is

(well he certainly does tease you from time to time, you know that much is certainly on purpose)

unfortunately for you, as a revolutionary and one often assigned on missions with the man, you're constantly around each other. life clearly does not favor you

but one day, it happens

it happens and you immediately spiral

one particular day you're forced to do some menial task together and you crack a dry joke that has sabo laughing harder than he ever has and you think he looks beautiful

beautiful

sabo has always been objectively attractive but beautiful? you claim temporary insanity but it gets worse

his hair suddenly looks more blond than gold and his eyes that are normally unsettling are more charming. even that mouth of his is suddenly more charming and you want him to kiss you senseless with it

koala has had many sleepless nights due to your crisis because you refuse to fall in love with him

(that night you have a dream that you were married with kids, softly arguing that the kids looked more like the other parent. you hate your life)

sanji | not actually unrequited love

you love sanji but sanji loves... well women in general but he definitely prefers nami over anybody else

this is a truth you have long since come to accept even before the crew had been separated by the warlord kuma

you're in love him, he pines for another and you're perfectly fine living with that constant pain

perhaps it makes you pathetic to still love sanji regardless but you can't help how you feel. it's fine as long as you don't burden him with your feelings, right? it's your love no matter what how sanji feels

the thing is... sanji loves you too

unfortunately, his own pride of self (or lack thereof) tends to get in the way of him realizing how you feel

you deserve someone ten ー no, twenty ー times the man he is

someone strong and kind and not fickle and irrationally generous even at the detriment of himself and the crew

meanwhile you believe sanji is the kindest person in the world with more love in his heart for his fellow person than he knows what to do with

it inspires you actively to be a better person, treating someone with the kindness you believe sanji would give them

there's a bit of a betting pool going on amongst the straw hats to see how long it will take for you to start dating

well, sans luffy. he already thinks you're together and no one is correcting him any time soon it seems

nami | fake relationship

the two of you aren't actually dating, you're just friends. but when you're out and about, nami gets tired of guys hitting on her insistently even when she says she isn't interested so she just tells them she's dating you

and it's fine, you're always willing to help a friend out

so you hold hands, walk arm in arm and maybe even exchange a peck on the cheek or two to really commit to the bit

it's fine

of course, it would be easier on your heart and soul if you weren't painfully into her too... but nami is, well look at her, anyone would be lucky to have her

so you'll take what you can get and be her on demand fake lover whenever a situation calls for it because what are you if not her best friend?

and you're the best 'best friend' in the world, mind you

little do you know nami is also down horrendous for you and she thought that maybe inciting her plan of declaring you her partner would help with getting you to realize she's been waiting for you to profess your undying love for her many islands back

it's a genius plan, or so she told usopp

usopp just wants the two of you to sit down and talk already; the man is tired

pudding | marriage before love

much like ace, i think pudding will only truly be herself around someone she's known for a while and trusts completely

due to her mother's treatment, her complex surrounding her third eye will be a constant reminder that she is a freak in her own eyes. a disgusting monster that can't truly be loved

if you were married off by big mom, she'd go through many lengths to keep you from learning about her third eye even if you are on amicable terms because she just knows that the moment you see her third eye ー the real her, you will find her disgusting and won't even be able to bring yourself to touch her

it's for the best you're unaware

it's completely possible for the two of you to have a long-lasting marriage where you never find out her about her third eye and she can only pray any children you have come out normal. human

of course, life seldom goes the way we plan and you'll somehow learn of her third eye

i could potentially even see her using her memo memo powers to erase the memory. to maintain the illusion that she is charlotte pudding, your perfect and loving wife with no flaws other than she's in love with her work on cacao island, a total busy body

but eventually enough will be enough. she will slip up and not be close enough to immediately change your memories and you'll see her third eye and pudding will have to brace herself for your reaction

... and then you say her eye is beautiful

[moosesarecute]

Pyjamas party

Azriel x reader

-

It wasn’t unusual for you to miss out on the family dinners once a while.

It wasn’t unusual for you to stay home instead of going to Rita’s.

It wasn’t unusual for you to quietly leave a social gathering without anyone noticing before long after.

However, it was unusual for you to not show up for the big party on Starfall. You loved Starfall! It was you and most others from the Night Court’s favorite holiday.

Rhys had told them that you just weren’t coming, but Azriel didn’t trust him.

“What’s going on with her?” He asked his brother.

He hated knowing that you might miss out on the celebration if it was something he could’ve done to help you.

He had noticed you being antisocial sometimes, but he figured it was just that: you didn’t want or need to be more social.

He hadn’t thought twice about it before that Starfall evening.

Azriel and the rest of the inner circle, except for you, were all dressed up in the prettiest clothing. He’d expected to see you arrive with the rest of the females. He’d expected you to be dressed in the beautiful light blue gown his shadows had found laid out for you in the House of Wind.

When Rhys said you weren’t coming, he felt himself worry.

“She’s just not up for it tonight, brother. If she wanted you to know why, she would have told you,” was Rhys’ only answer.

He wasn’t surprised by that answer, but he still got annoyed. Azriel didn’t want to relax before he knew for sure that you were alright.

“She didn’t want company?”

Rhys looked at him with a glint in his eyes.

It wasn’t a secret that Azriel crushed on you. It also wasn’t a secret that you crushed on him too. The only secret was that the two of you had grown even closer the last couple of weeks and that Azriel had prepared to ask you to be his girlfriend that evening.

“She didn’t say anything about company, but I wouldn’t push her too far,” Rhys answered, gave as a pat on his back and walked over to his mate.

Azriel had heard what Rhys said, but the only thing chose to hear was that you hadn’t said no to company.

-

The knock on your door surprised you.

Who would visit you in the middle of the Starfall celebrations?

Then, shadows flew into your room and you immediately understood who.

You loved Azriel and it pained you to not explain why you didn’t go to Starfall, but you didn’t know how he would react.

You were scared he would look at you as weak or frail. Or that he would be scared of asking you to join him in doing something. Or that he’d overthink it and worry way too much about you.

So you figured not telling him anything was the best solution.

You should have known you were wrong.

You used all willpower you had to get out of the bed.

Your entire body felt heavy. It felt like you were carrying at least ten extra kilos on your upper body. Your arms hung at your sides and even putting a smile on your face was a struggle.

You still wore the pyjamas you had slept in that night and it now had different food spots on it, but it was too much for you to change it.

You wanted to, but it would take too much of the energy you didn’t have.

You wanted to climb a mountain, go dancing, start a new project, clean your apartment and so much more, but you hadn’t been able to do as much as showering for the last couple of days.

And what triggered all this energy loss?

A night out at Rita’s.

A single night, and you were bedridden for at least three days. You hadn’t gone home when the exhaustion started to build, because you were having fun. So you had stayed out long past your limit and now you were paying for it.

“Hi, Az,” you said as cheerfully as possible when you opened the door.

He didn’t buy it though.

Azriel almost took your breath away. It wasn’t often he dressed up to such an extent and he looked perfect. His hair was slicked back and he wore a black shirt and pants with a black vest with golden details. His eyes were glowing.

However, he looked worriedly at you.

“What’s going on, dreamy?”

You had fallen asleep on him, speaking loudly as you dreamt a dream about all the most random stuff. You mentioned stuff like ice cream, goats and rain.

Ever since, dreamy had been his nickname for you.

“Nothing. Why are you here?” You answered in an attempt to make him worry less.

He didn’t believe you though.

“May I come in?” He asked in a tone that made your heart melt.

You moved away from the door and let him in. He took your hand, closed the door and lead you to the couch. He then laid down and carefully pulled you down so that you laid on him.

“Talk to me, please,” he said as he brushed his fingers through your hair. “I want to know what’s going on or if I can do something. And if you don’t want to tell me, we can stay here.”

Azriel was the best male in all of Prythian. You were sure of it.

The reason you hadn’t told him about it was that you didn’t want him to worry, but it seemed like he was worrying anyway, so you decided to just tell the truth.

“You remember the sickness that made all of us sick four years ago? Well, I suppose I never really recovered from it. I don’t know if you remember the feeling of total exhaustion you and Cassian were complaining about? I felt that too and I still do from time to time. I usually just push through it, but I’ve done way too much this week, so I my body just said stop.”

You looked up as Az and saw that he was in deep thoughts. You knew he probably had many questions, he always did, but he didn’t ask you any of them and you appreciated that. You were just too exhausted to answer.

Azriel himself was thinking through the absolute awful feeling of exhaustion he had felt for about two weeks after the sickness. He still felt uncomfortable thinking about his body struggling to do the simplest tasks. And he hated knowing that you had been carrying around such exhaustion many times since. However, Starfall wasn’t the day to question you. He would ask questions on the days you had more energy.

He gave the top of your head a strong kiss.

“Is there anything I can do to get you up to the House without it being way too much for you?”

You shook your head.

“Showering and getting dressed are way too much for me right now,” you answered truthfully and you felt yourself feeling vulnerable.

However Azriel only nodded once more, before he stopped the movement of his head.

“Nobody said you had to shower and get dressed though. Give me five minutes,” he said, carefully lifted you of him and laid you down on the couch instead.

-

“Thank you.”

Azriel had gone into the celebrations to get you the biggest plate of food. There was a little bit of everything on it. Both dinners, dessert and snacks.

The two of you sat on one of the private balconies. Azriel had, with the help of his shadows, carried a small couch outside so that you could have the best view while still laying down.

“No problem, I would do anything to see that smile on your face,” he answered and kissed your forehead.

Then he took some of the food from your plate.

The souls were dancing in the sky as you two sat there in silence for a while.

“Did you get any weird looks?” You asked him quietly after a while.

“Only from Cass,” he answered. “It doesn’t matter, dreamy.”

You thanked him again and leaned into his chest. He took the now empty plate and laid it on the ground before he wrapped his safe arms around you and laid down.

You started making a buzzing sound.

“What’s going on?” He asked you laughing.

“I’m charging,” you answered. “You’re my personal charger.”

“You’re mine too,” he answered.

The two of you then fell asleep outside on the couch. But that was alright, because you both wore pyjamas.

[caprart1]

Feeling freaky so I'm going to rank 10 versions of Sephiroth based on smashability

10. First Soldier Sephiroth

I will not be smashing him, but I will be tucking him in at night and making sure the bed bugs don't bite. He'll be cradled in my arms and fed milk bottles stored at approximately 98.6° Fahrenheit (37° Celsius). That's my baby and I'm taking him in with open arms

9. OG Sephiroth

Very cute, one of my favorites, but I see him as more of a pet. I am so emotionally dependent on him. I have the irrepressible urge to forcibly pick him up to cuddle on my lap only to be offended when he moves away. He will be fed pumpkin spice friskies every morning

8. Kingdom Hearts 2 Sephiroth

MIGHT BE CONTROVERSIAL but only kinda smashable to me. I love the fit, but also... too many sharp edges for me. He's so pointy. If I can manage to get through his clothes without cutting myself up, his hip wings will be the next challenge. They would be so awkward, and they would stab me. I don't like hurt. Not fun

7. Advent Children Sephiroth

We enter smashing territory, but points taken off for having not seen Advent Children yet. Very cool, very dark, very brooding. I like that. He will never be a memory to me. Give me a one way ticket to pound town with him and my DNA will sing his praises for the rest of my life

6. Donbei Sephiroth

Heh... well... let's just say... I'll be slurping up his udon 🤤

5. Remake/Rebirth Sephiroth

Right in the middle, this is THE Sephiroth that he was always destined to be. Hot, cool, and classy. You can not go wrong with this bad boy. I would be his dutiful wife, making sure he has a hot plate of dinner ready at the end of every mission, and I would be there every night to relieve him of his aches

4. Dissidia Sephiroth

THE Sephiroth, but make him a little fancier. I am getting down on my knees before he can even utter the first consonant and licking his boots CLEAN. I am consuming every part of him, I will rip and chew through all of that leather with my bare hands and teeth just to get to him. Lord be with him, he will need his blessings against me

3. Crisis Core Sephiroth

Placing him high because I am more of a romantic than anything and I feel very romantic about him. I am smashing him very lovingly. He looks so soft to me. I would treat him so well. Together, we would go to Cosmo Canyon and gaze up at the galaxies beyond, and I would take both of his hands in mine and kiss him tenderly beneath the stars.... right before smashing heavyyy obv

2. Bizarro Sephiroth

Backshots of horrors and death! I am taking them all like a CHAMP. My back might be getting blown out but my passion will be intact. No matter how big he is, I CAN and I WILL make it work. His core looks like an egg to me and I will find the means to fertilize it myself

1. Safer Sephiroth

This is peak Sephiroth, this is what it all leads up to. With me and my insatiable hunger for this man, I would single handedly save Gaia from being struck by Meteor. Me and Safer will be doing the cosmic tango for eternity. If ever you think of me and wonder where I am, just simply look to the heavens where you will find me bearing the weight of the world and taking the load of this man's wrath, and know that I did it... for humanity. And for no other reason. On everyone's soul

[ilikekidsshows]

After watching the latest seasons, I'll be honest: I don't think Marinette is that different from one of Adrien's crazy fans. I know the show wants us to believe she truly loves him for him, but they never really show this. Five seasons later, she still puts him high on her pedestal as the most perfect person ever, only gives reasons like he's nice and pretty for why she likes him, is openly annoyed with his other personality as Chat Noir, and doesn't think he's capable enough to make his own choices about his life and has to be coddled.

---

Yeah, like, the show insists they're made for each other and soulmates but, rather than give them fun chemistry like they had in the original seasons, they just have characters say Marinette's love for Adrien is totally different and more pure. The show, due to how badly its main romance is written, implying things like “Marinette objectifies Adrien but she does it out of love so that makes it okay!” are exactly why I’ve started viewing Adrinette as the “are the straights okay?” ship. The people defending what this ship has become say some absolutely bonkers stuff is what I'm saying.

A big underlying problem that causes this, even before the retool exacerbated it, is that Miraculous is both a love story and a wacky comedy. The Miraculous writers feel the need to focus on Marinette’s crush a lot, but also to include wacky comedy hijinks. Because of this, Marinette's love for Adrien gets played for wacky comedy hijinks more than it gets depicted actually seriously, so we can't take it seriously. When something can't be taken seriously, it comes across as really shallow.

Miraculous has a tone problem that’s only gotten worse the longer it's gone on. The same things get treated as sources of comedy that are also supposed to be the emotional core of the story, sometimes within the same episode. The series almost simultaneously expects the audience to laugh at the things that are also supposed to be the reason to even care about what happens. I’m surprised it isn't causing people emotional whiplash.

But, like, that's the problem with the writing being consistent about the wrong things. The elements that are supposed to be comedic are also present in scenes we’re supposed to take seriously. That’s how we get Marinette trying to defend Adrien against her grandmother simplifying him as just “pretty”, but Marinette can't come up with anything else about him she's attracted to. Is this supposed to be a hilarious joke? Like, are we supposed to laugh that Marinette can't tell her grandmother why she loves her boyfriend, the endgame romantic partner of this series?

Miraculous' idea of comedy and humor ruins its romance, and, when it's not the comedy, it's the cheap drama that makes Marinette look like a terrible human being when she's supposed to be an aspirational hero. It makes it hard to get invested in its main couple or sympathize with its main hero, the two things that are necessary to enjoy the story the writers want to tell. The fans have to be willing to do all the work and go “I can tell what the writers are trying to do, so I’ll do my best to view the story the way they want me to”, but, like, we can only tell what the writers are trying to do because we've seen better shows than Miraculous that do these things well. Why should Miraculous' writers get credit for not only being subpar, but failing so utterly they depict the opposite of what they intended? What good things have they actually given us that warrants this much leeway?

Especially when the small kids watching won't have a deeper understanding of genre conventions to tell them “the writers are trying to break conventions and aren't replacing them with sensical story decisions and that makes the story fail so much”, they can just see the bad morals and either reject or internalize what Abuse Apologia the Show is teaching them. And, like, considering how much abuse apologia this show’s and it's hero’s most insistent defenders are spouting, I’m not sure even all of the older kids or the adults in the audience can tell that this show's morals are rancid and should be rejected.

[kooffeecup]

THI IS US — 6 ֪ ׂ𖥔 𓏲

You were never meant to get tangled with Jeon Jungkook-your sharp edges and his quiet restraint should have kept you worlds apart.

A story of tension, longing, and the kind of love that refuses to let go.

pairing : shy nerd jungkook x bold y/n.

genre : fluff, angst , romance.

status : ongoing [series]

chapter : 06

— prev

You had always believed in chaos. You thrived in unpredictability, in the rush of impulse decisions, in the thrill of not knowing what came next. You weren’t the type to sit still, to overanalyze, to hesitate.

But Jungkook made you hesitate. 

And you hated it.

At first, he had been nothing more than a challenge, a quiet genius tucked away in his own world, completely unaffected by the noise of everything around him. He wasn’t like the guys you knew, the ones who flirted effortlessly, who played the game like it was second nature.

Jungkook didn’t play. He just was different.

And maybe that’s what made you curious in the first place.

Maybe that’s what made you want to break past that self-imposed wall of his. What you hadn’t expected was how much you would like what you found on the other side. 

It was easy at first, teasing him, pushing his buttons, stealing his attention just to see if you could. And somewhere between late-night study sessions and stolen moments between classes, he had stopped being just another challenge.

He became yours.

Not in the way Jake had once been. Not in the fleeting, reckless way of youth.

But in a way that felt real.

Which was exactly why the bonfire had thrown you off balance.

You had invited Jungkook because, well, because it felt wrong not to. You wanted to see how he fit into your world, how he looked under firelight, how he reacted when the structured edges of his life blurred into the wild, untamed energy of a night like this.

And he had come.

But now, now you weren’t sure if it had been a mistake.

Because when you turned away from Jake’s easy banter, your eyes instinctively searching for him, you found something you hadn’t expected.

Minju.

Leaning into Jungkook’s space.

Smirking at him in a way You had seen before, a calculated, deliberate move.

And worse?

Jungkook wasn’t pushing her away. 

You had never been the jealous type. You had options, always had. You didn’t cling, didn’t second-guess, didn’t play the part of the girl who pined. But something about the way Minju’s fingers brushed against Jungkook’s arm made your stomach twist.

Something about the way he let it happen made your chest feel uncomfortably tight. And for the first time since you had met him, you wondered....

Had you been wrong?

Had you misread the way his eyes lingered on you?

Had you assumed too much?

Because suddenly, it felt like you were the one standing on the outside.

And you hated it.

Jungkook watched from the shadows, Minju’s timid voice buzzing in his ear. “Want to… get out of here?” she asked, cheeks flushed from spiked punch. He barely heard her.

Your head tilted back as you laughed, your hand resting lightly on the other guy’s arm. Something inside Jungkook snapped. You caught his gaze just as you took a sip of your drink.

Minju tugged at his sleeve. Before he could answer, Your voice sliced through the noise. “Jeon Jungkook! Get over here!” He froze. The crowd parted as You strode toward him, eyes blazing. “Having fun?”  

“YN—”  

“Save it.” The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine as you grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, your fingers curling tightly around his skin. Without a word, you dragged him into the shadows of the woods, the distant crackle of the bonfire fading behind you. Minju’s confused voice trailed off, swallowed by the night, but you didn’t care.

Leaves crunched underfoot as you came to an abrupt stop, whirling on him. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the branches, casting jagged shadows across Jungkook’s face. His dark eyes were wild, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

“What’s your deal?” you demanded, frustration laced in every syllable. “You’re just gonna let her follow you around like a lost puppy?”

Jungkook stiffened, his jaw tightening. “You’re one to talk,” he snapped, voice trembling. “You and Jake looked real cozy last night.”

Your breath hitched. The accusation, the rawness in his tone it cut deeper than you wanted to admit.

“That’s not...” You exhaled sharply, crossing your arms over your chest like a shield. “He’s nothing.”

Jungkook let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. “Then why do you care who I talk to?” His voice was sharp, edged with something almost desperate.

Your throat tightened. “Because....” You hesitated, shaking your head as you tried to gather your thoughts. “Because you’ve got Minju hanging on your every word, acting like you don’t even notice.”

Jungkook’s eyes flashed. “And you’ve got everyone else!” he shot back. “You act like I’m nothing but a joke to you!”

The words struck you like a slap. You recoiled slightly, staring at him. He looked different like this his usual composure cracked, his emotions spilling out unchecked.

“That’s what you think?” you whispered, your voice quieter now, but no less intense.

His hands clenched at his sides, as if he was holding himself back. “I don’t know what to think anymore,” he admitted, his voice raw.

The weight of his words pressed down on you, mingling with your own unspoken emotions. For once, there were no teasing remarks, no playful jabs to hide behind. Just truth, bare and unfiltered.

You swallowed hard, feeling something unravel inside you. “You think I’d waste time teasing someone I don’t care about?” you murmured.

Silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected the confession, as if he hadn’t dared to hope.

The next words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, barely above a whisper.

“I’m terrified of how much I like you.”

Jungkook inhaled sharply, as if the air had been knocked from his lungs. The fire between you shifted. You walked away before he could say something. 

He follows you as fast as he could. 

The rain had started as a drizzle, a soft mist kissing their skin as they walked side by side down the dimly lit street. Streetlights flickered against the wet pavement, reflecting golden pools that rippled with each raindrop. The scent of damp earth and distant thunder lingered in the cool night air.

Jungkook hadn’t meant to follow you after the argument. He hadn’t even fully thought through what he was going to say. But as he watched you walk away, your shoulders hunched against the cold, something inside him snapped.

No more running.

“YN, wait.......”

His voice cut through the steady patter of rain, but you didn’t stop. Not immediately. You kept walking, arms wrapped around yourself, until his fingers closed gently around your wrist.

The touch made you freeze.

Raindrops clung to his lashes as he stepped in front of you, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His hoodie was soaked through, strands of dark hair plastered to his forehead, but he didn’t seem to notice. His grip on your wrist remained firm but careful, as if he was terrified you’d slip away if he let go.

You swallowed hard. “Jungkook.....”

“I want to try,” he blurted out, his voice raw, barely audible over the rain. His dark eyes locked onto yours, searching, pleading. “With you.”

Your breath hitched, lips parting in shock.

He had been holding back for so long, burying every stolen glance, every unspoken feeling beneath layers of stubborn denial. But now, here, in the middle of the storm, with the rain washing away every excuse, he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“You don’t have to prove anything,” you murmured, though your voice wavered. Your fingers twitched in his grasp, but you didn’t pull away.

“I’m not,” he said quickly, shaking his head. His damp hair sent droplets flying, but his gaze never wavered. “I just… I really like you.”

The confession hung between you, heavy and delicate all at once. The world around you blurred, the rain, the flickering streetlights, the distant sound of traffic, it all faded into the background.

It was just him. Just you.

Your heart pounded against your ribs, torn between disbelief and the warmth spreading through your chest.

“Say something,” he whispered, his thumb unconsciously brushing over your pulse point.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, staring at him, at the way his breath hitched, the way his lips parted slightly as he waited. You had never seen Jungkook this unguarded before. This is open.

So, instead of speaking, you took a shaky step forward.

And then another.

Until there was no space left between you.

It was no longer sharp with frustration, no longer a battle of stubborn wills. It was something deeper, something that burned in a way that neither of you had been prepared for.

He took a step closer, and so did you, as if drawn together by some unseen force. Your chests rose and fell in sync, breaths mingling in the cool night air.

For the first time, neither of you ran.

—————————————————————

[fatalism-and-villainy]

I genuinely love Mirror Sisko so much. I think he reflects and refracts our Sisko in so many compelling ways, and feels to true to how Sisko actually could have developed if he’d been born under very different circumstances. (Part of it is the script, and part of it is Avery Brooks’ marvelous performance.)

The Sisko we’re presented with in the mirror universe is wilder and angrier and more cynical, boisterous and fun-loving in a palpably threatening way, where you sense that he could spontaneously break out into violence at any time. And he projects a decidedly predatory vibe every time he interacts with our Kira. It feels deeply off, and yet also strangely reminiscent of Sisko Prime’s darker side. Because even though Sisko as presented in the show is a much more decent man, and much more committed to higher ideals and moral rectitude, he also had a wild side when he was younger, and his anger can be quite threatening when he’s pushed or under duress. (This manifests more often in later seasons, but even early on, there’s the scene in Past Prologue where he tells Kira, “Go over my head again, and I’ll have yours on a platter.” He has a real way of smiling like he’s baring his teeth that Mirror Sisko dials up to eleven.)

Mirror Sisko is representative of who Sisko would have been without the Federation, without the utopian society to nurture his most heroic and humanistic traits and without a structure of higher ideals to build his identity around. He has many of the same personality traits, but his jagged edges are more pronounced, and it’s clear his aggressiveness is a protective wall he’s built around himself. His interactions with the Intendant really illustrate how traumatized he truly is - when she comms him in Quark’s bar, he shuts down for a second before snapping out of it and sharing a lascivious chuckle with his crew about his going to see her, and then in her quarters, he has the line about how he “never had any [feelings] to hurt”. He’s cultivated a “fuck you, I got mine” mindset, and takes pleasure in intimidating O’Brien as a way of indulging in what limited power he has, because he knows - as Kira points out - that he’s still a victim.

(There’s something very poignant as well in how How Far Beyond the Stars links Sisko’s Black identity to the value of the Federation - it’s his trip back to a racist past that reminds him of what he’s fighting to protect against the Dominion. Meanwhile, with Mirror Sisko, in a world without the Federation, we have the imagery of a Black man from a enslaved people whose very conditional freedom and privileges are tied up in his ability to sexually service a white woman.)

But his fundamental heroism still comes through, and it’s explicitly through his concern for the wellbeing of his crew. When Kira challenges him as to why he hasn’t fought more for freedom for the Terrans, he says:

You’re looking in the wrong place for a hero, ma’am. I’ve made the best of a bad life for my crew. That’s my contribution.

I love this line so much, because while Sisko Prime is very devoted to the broader ideals of Starfleet and the Federation, and very invested in the symbolism of “the uniform”, he’s also very devoted to the people under his command, and willing to bend the rules or look the other way to protect them. It shows up in all kinds of ways, like him finding a loophole to shield Kira from getting in trouble for disobeying orders in Progress, or him fighting for Worf in Rules of Engagement despite disagreeing with his judgment call. So it seems completely fitting that for Mirror Sisko, who never had that ideological structure to nurture him and shape his worldview, his heroism - his “contribution” to the good of the Terrans - is entirely centered on protecting his crew, and his world has basically shrunk to his ship and its command structure. And there’s something so perfect about the fact that it’s Kira who makes him see that he can be more.

Of all the Mirror Universe characters, he feels to me like the most thorough use of the conceit to shed light on the character we already know.