#and I remember turning to my dad when I was looking at it and going 'damn. joaquin was a damn good cast for this'. SERIOUSLY. LOOKED SO

[lelfleur]

10 things I hate about you ⋆˚꩜｡ hockey player! gojo x alt! reader

pt. 1/2

pairing ｡𖦹°‧ college au - hockey player! gojo x reader

summary : getting accepted into one of the ivy league universities was supposed to be you getting the best education you could get, not the centerpiece of a bet created by none other than the hockey team, the players challenge satoru that he can't make you fall for him in 10 days in which he allows his pride take over to go out of his way to take on the bet thinking it would be easy. what he didn't expect was to fall for you instead, but after you find out his ulterior motives, your trust in him shatters and so does his heart. now with the truth out, he is now more determined than ever to get you back, but this time, he isn't playing games.

warnings/tags .ᐟ.ᐟ fluff, angst, brief smut, college au, this fic is based on the film '10 things I hate about you', partial angst with readers father regarding sickness, reader is low income.

wc . 10k

a/n ꪆৎ this is a rewrite of one of my old fics, so you might recognize some scenes that I reused. remembered I wrote it after rewatching 10 things I hate about you. if you see any typos, ignore them. out of sight out of mind. song for this fic : no one noticed by the marias.

transferring from a community college to one of the top 10 universities was a huge step for you. you weren't even sure how you did it. but those two years of attending your local community college that wasn't even ten minutes away from your house paid off. one that made you feel ashamed in going since it felt like a detour from your actual goals.

growing up, you promised your family members that they'd see you majoring in the best schools and in becoming something they would be proud of to call a daughter. thats why you studied so hard in grade school, getting the best grades not allowing them to go below an 85%. but after your mother left shortly after your father got diagnosed with cancer. your dreams had to take a backseat to allow you to become the backbone of your family that consisted of you, your father, and your two younger brothers.

money came in short with your minimum paying job and it just wasn't enough to pay off any college funds. your brother who just turned sixteen always helped you out with groceries and bills now that your father retired from his job, after you forced him to, making sure he was taken care of at all times. hospital bills were also pricey, sometimes your insurance wouldn't cover all the costs and they had to be paid directly from your personal money.

so after applying to yale and actually receiving an acceptance letter in the mail a week after had you trembling in both excitement and fear. you were happy you could finally get the education you've been longing for, but on the other hand you wouldn't want to leave all the responsibility to your brother. he disagreed and encouraged your dreams instead when you sat him down to talk.

"y/n you've always been wanting to go to university. im sixteen now, im not the ten year old you know anymore, I am more than willing to take care after dad and matt."

you let out a sigh as you averted your gaze back down to the letter in your hands. the bold lettering called out your name and you tried to resist. but you couldn't.

"anything happens, you call me immediately." you firmly ordered. the pink haired boy chuckled, the corner of his lips lifted up as well as the corners of his eyes wrinkled before nodding. "got it."

thats how you found yourself packing the last bit of your shirts. no matter how hard you tried to, you just couldn't help the bit of tears that spilled from your eyes. you paused, letting out a shaky breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you looked down to see the soft face of your brother, Matt.

"sissy dont cry. me papa and yuji will be okay!" he promised.

you knelt down to wrap your arms around him as well, holding onto the warmth you were going to leave behind in a few hours. then, another pair wrapped around you both, a much stronger set of arms, then another, your fathers, who was weaker than before but still full of love. before you knew it, your whole family was cuddling together in the comfort of your own room.

no words were exchanged for a few minutes.

"ill miss those blueberry pancakes you make" your father whispered, making everyone giggle. you raised your head up, propping it on top of matt.

"ill leave the recipe for you guys."

your father placed a small delicate peck on your forehead.

airports were your least favorite method of transportation. you couldn't handle hearing the incoherent voice in the speakers call out the plane that was about to board in twenty minutes, or the panicked looks on peoples faces when they realize they booked the wrong flight, or the people just in general, so many people. the whole process was messy and annoying.

your family walked you to where the escalators headed up to your gate. with a sigh, you turned to face them watching as they held back tears. "ill miss you guys." a beat passed. then another. and you found yourself in another family hug.

it was still weird with the missing pair of warm arms that belonged to your mother. but looking back, maybe they weren't warm at all. they were always cold and empty whenever you hugged her. you reminded yourself that she left willingly. you quickly pushed those negative thoughts behind, not wanting to think about her when you had the next best four years of your life right ahead of you.

"call me if you need anything." you said with your voice more steady.

your father nodded before everyone let go at the sound of the speakers calling out your gate number. with one final look and a last goodbye, you stood on the escalators holding back tears of your own.

if the process of checking into the airport wasn't annoying enough, the next five hours boarding the plane itself would be. the man snoring next to you couldn't be any louder, the baby crying behind you wouldn't shut up, and the women gossiping in front of you was the only source of entertainment you could get.

but it all came to this. yale. the beautiful sight of the university's campus. you took it all in, seeing how students walked in with luggages or boxes of their own with the assistance of their parents or friends.

the sun casted a glow on the building itself making it appear straight out of a movie. you stood there for a moment, continuing to take it all in before your main character moment was interrupted by someone bumping into you.

he had white hair that resembled snow itself. he stumbled a bit before regaining his balance. the boys behind him that you figured were his friends laughed at the sight.

"oh uh sorry." he quickly apologized, glancing your way smiling like he meant the entire opposite of his apology before playfully nudging his friend as they continued making their way into the building. you blinked, continuing to watch as he disappeared. he was oddly.. beautiful.

after picking up a few papers form the directory, you followed the directions on the map to where the dormitories were located. you found out that you would be sharing your dorm with a roommate, you didn't mind as you saw this as an opportunity to make your very first friend.

and you were right because the second you twisted the door knob, not fully getting to turn it around before it swung open on its own, introducing a rather tall girl with the prettiest aesthetic and the sweetest smile plastered on her face that comforted you in ways you didn't know you needed.

"hi! I'm miwa!" the girl said in which you returned her greeting with your name. she moved to the side allowing you to step in. you took in the large room. it looks like she already has claimed her part of the room on the left side. band and show posters plastered all over her walls neatly with stuffed animals lying peacefully on her bed. it reminded you fondly of matt recalling how he has millions of plushies on his bed.

"need some help with that?" she pointed at your suitcases. you hesitated at first not wanting to bother her but it wouldn't hurt, right? "yes please." you chuckled which made her grin.

"great, roommate bonding begins now!"

hours pass by full of cleaning and organizing and chatter between you and the blue haired girl. you found out that she's been here for the past two years and you explained to her that you were a transfer. somewhere in between hanging fairy lights and folding blankets, she let it slip that she's crushing on a boy that is on the hockey team.

"didn't know they had a hockey team here." you said as you placed the last piece of clothing in the closet provided by the school. miwa gasped dramatically. "okay now I need to take you out to watch a game sometime!"

she flopped down onto your bed next to you. "its like an essential yale culture."

"deal. i'd like to see how good looking this boy you claim is the most handsome boy in all of yale to exist really is."

"he is!"

the first day of school wasn't until next week, yet you could already feel the nerves setting in as well as the homesickness. you pulled out your phone, dimming the brightness now that miwa was asleep and all the lights were turned off. pressing on yujis contact you sent him a message.

you || 9:04 P.M

everything alright?

yuji || 9:10 P.M

everything's great

you let out a sigh of relief at his words.

the first day was full of chaos, at least for you. you woke up a bit late after your alarm failed to do its job, you lost your map that showed the entire campus, and on top of that you had no idea what to wear.

after brushing your teeth and washing your face, you quickly slipped on a pair of pants and a cute top before rushing out of your dorm all while brushing your hair. you made it on time thankfully, but you surely learned your lesson to set your alarm to full volume.

your classes finally came to an end and you dragged your tired body that was aching from carrying all the syllabus and textbooks in your bag towards your dorm. miwa was already there scrolling through her phone.

"oh hey!," she flinched as she took a closer look at you. "you look rough"

you placed your bag down on the floor before flopping on your bed. "I am rough" you said with a grumble. she moved from her bed towards yours. "hey lighten up, tomorrow will be better. its the second day of school and the first hockey game"

"already?"

"yeah. since its the same previous team as last year versus some other school. coach said he wanted to kick off this season early for some reason. im not complaining, I get to see kokichi!"

"oh right your man" you teased which made her chubby pale cheeks turn a light pink shade before she bolted towards her closet pulling out two tops. "okay so which one says 'hey cute hockey player over there! wanna go out with me?'"

you burst out laughing before pointing at the one on the right hand. "that one, definitely that one."

you were never the type of person to enjoy sports. your brothers and dad enjoyed them though. they always connected both the couches together and gathered a bunch of blankets and snacks whenever a big game came up. now you are here witnessing one happen right in front of you, not on a screen.

you pulled out your phone to snap a picture to send to the family group chat. one you created after you had to delete the previous one with your mother in it. you angled the phone carefully, snapping a picture of the players already spread out ready to kick off the game.

you stared at your screen for a second before sending the message to the group chat. the second you sent it, the announcer's voice came to the speakers and the crowd erupted.

"there he is!" miwa squealed as she pointed at the dark haired boy, kokichi. he was rather attractive and you could see why she liked him. they definitely would make a cute couple. he was walking with a friend who had white hair. your eyes squinted as you looked a bit closer.

it was the same boy who bumped into you a week ago. his white locks were messy and he had a grin plastered over his face. it seemed that he was popular with the girls because they went wild at the sight of him.

you were interrupted from your thoughts when miwa's elbow made contact with your shoulder. "look, he waved at me!"

your eyes traced back to kokichi. "yeah, I saw." but your eyes kept wandering back to the boy with white hair. number ten. you watched as he placed his helmet on and slid across the rink to get into position.

a buzzer sounded across the arena, putting the game to a start and sending the crowd into a loud roar. you sat a bit straighter as you tried to keep track of the hockey puck. all the players were a blur of white and blue as they slid through the ice rink.

number 10 was sharp.

he was focused and quick, weaving through the other players. he stole the puck clean with a swift movement of his stick, gliding towards the opposite teams net. the air was thick with anticipation and it seemed that the entire arena was holding it's breath, and you didn't realize that you were holding yours as well.

then he hit it straight into the back of the cage with a satisfying clank.

applause echoed and so did the screams of the players' name.

satoru.

he rushed to his teammates doing a small celebration before continuing the game. maybe hockey wasn't too bad.

the game ended as soon as the buzzer could be heard, with your school winning. people made their way towards the exit or down to the rink. the hockey cheerleaders, glittering with their tiny ass skirts, made their way to their boyfriends who were players.

but most of them?

they went to satoru, congratulating him like he had just saved the world itself from an apocalypse. his hands reached to take off his gear, forehead dripping with a thin layer of sweat.

"im gonna go talk to kokichi." miwa said as she stood up from the bleacher already feeling the nerves settling down her stomach. you nodded, following her. she wrapped her arms around the boy, a hug in which he returned as well.

"thanks for coming." he said in a low voice placing his lips on hers practically melting the poor girl setting her rosacea on fire. you stood there a bit awkward not realizing that a pair of eyes was placed on your figure.

"hey, is she new?" a player asked his friends, pointing directly at you.

the other boy shrugged. "I guess, never seen her before." he turned to satoru who was busy untying the shoelaces of his skates, whistling at him. "yo satoru! remember when you were whining about not having any other girl to crack?"

satoru's eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a bit before he approached his friend. "yeah, what about it?" the guy grinned, jerking his chin toward the bleachers.

"what about her?"

he could barely see you due to his poor eyesight now that he had taken off his contacts. he saw you with a girl he knew was in a situationship with kokichi, his friend. "who the hell is that?"

"she's new. go after her."

satoru grumbled. "she looks like a total loner." his friend shrugged, untying his long black hair. "you like a challenge though, don't you?" he tossed his stick into his bag. "ten days. thats the bet"

"woah we're making this a bet?" satoru raised his eyebrow. there was a beat of silence, long enough to make him think this through. it's been a while since he's been laid, not wanting to continue the life of being a frat boy and a 'play boy.' he really just wanted to focus on his studies and hockey as well, if he found a girl somewhere throughout that then he'd settle down.

he grabbed his water bottle, taking a sip from it. "ten days." he repeated, mostly to himself. "suguru I don't know-"

"you backing out?" suguru questioned, wanting to stir something.

no matter how much he wanted to resist, he just couldn't because no matter how much he swore that he stopped doing that shit, he missed it just a bit. "fine, ten days."

his jaw was tightened watching as his friend smirked. the group chuckled a bit, like it was just another 'harmless' game. satoru glanced at you.

pretty.

you and miwa made your way to the exit after the little make-out session with her now new boyfriend. she kept squealing about how she couldn't believe she finally got together with him. you were incredibly happy for the both of them.

"he kissed me! like he actually kissed me! I thought I was going to pass out!"

satoru debated, standing still for a moment. you were a step away from leaving, your arm wrapped around your friends, chattering about whatever. part of him wanted to plan this through, something smoother than just..

"fuck it." he mumbled.

his legs moved before his brain ordered them to. "hey-" he called out, jogging a bit to fully reach you. you turned slowly, miwa did too with her eyebrows furrowed. he realized that maybe this wasn't the best option. his lips parted a bit before continuing.

"uh.." he scratched the back of his neck. "you dropped something."

you stared at him in confusion. "no I didn't.." you looked down to confirm that you in fact, didn't drop any item.

"right uhm, that was supposed to be my opening line" he cursed at himself, but it made you chuckle. satoru was dorky, you thought. he had an uneven smile before he looked back at you.

"im satoru"

"I know" you felt like everyone in this damn school knew who he was. "oh im y/n." you quickly introduced yourself after the small pause. for some reason, satoru didn't feel like this was the beginning of a bet he agreed to, but a beginning for something he wasn't ready for.

"go out with me."

miwa snapped her head so fast towards you, you could have sworn you heard a crack. you blinked at satoru, unsure if you heard him right.

"what?"

"go out with me, please." he repeated confident just like the first time. you weren't entirely convinced. "is this a joke?" satoru froze. of course this was a joke. he always played around with random girls so why did it make him feel guilty this time.

"no. I want you, pretty." he smiled softly, showing off his pearly whites that could have any girl soaking her panties in under 10 seconds.

you could feel miwa vibrating next to you, begging you to say yes, or at least something. "I think i'll pass." you mumbled, not unkindly just firm enough to make your point, staring at him for a bit before turning your heel to leave with miwa who now had a disappointed look on her face.

"whyyy?" she whined.

a grunt left satoru's lips. "I can take you out somewhere, anywhere! real nice places sweetheart!"

"like the 7/11 in broadway?" you shot back. he froze before chuckling a genuine laugh, shaking his head. "even better!"

the corner of your lips tugged up a smile as you giggled with miwa at his advances as you both left.

"well look at you missy, pulling mr captain of the hockey team."

"im just that good." you continued to hold your smile, not letting it drop.

and neither did he.

every night at eight, you'd have a video call with your family, just to make sure everything was alright back at home.

"he had an appointment today." yuji said while he was washing the dirty plates, handing them to matt to dry. you used to always put the dishes away back to their original places, but you were no longer there to do your job and that hurt you a bit.

it stung seeing how they had to adapt to live without you and you recalled how you all had to do the same when your mother left. you watched how matt didn't hand it to anyone, he just placed them down.

"and the results?" you asked, your voice quiet and steady but ready for any news you didn't want to hear. not yet.

"not out yet, but im sure nothing has changed since last time he got checked up."

yuji turned off the sink, handing the smaller kid the last dish before drying his hands with a towel. "how's yale treating you? saw the picture you sent."

you hummed looking back at how the day went. "it's going great I guess. our school won the game by the way, oh and a boy wants to take me out."

"you agreed?" yuji has always been the overprotective type, despite you being older.

you answered by shaking your head. "no, he's sketchy."

"how come?" now he was completely alert. a boy is hitting on his sister hundreds of miles away from home? not on his watch. you shrugged.

"he has a whole fangirl club or something."

matts voice could be heard from afar. "he's a red flag!" his words made you chuckle. "you been teaching him new vocabulary?"

yuji rolled his eyes. "its the kids at his school. but seriously, trust your gut. if you don't feel like something is right about that gut, don't take his offer."

you nodded, pressing the sleeve of your sweater up to your nose taking in the scent of old memories. it hasnt been washed since you left home and that nostalgic smell lingered.

one that you desperately wanted to go back to.

satoru could've sworn he left dissecting frogs back in high school, but here he was again, poking around at the laid back amphibians internal organs. "no way am I doing this shit." with a mutter, he placed the tweezers down gagging, shaking his hands in disgust before pulling out his cigarette box, sliding one out placing it in between his pretty pink lips, far too pretty for a man. "smoking in class? you'll set the smoke alarm off." suguru scooted closer to his friend.

"better than doing a bbl on a frog." satoru grumbled, looking away not being able to stare at the gross mess that was right in front of him. "that girl from yesterday.." he narrowed his eyes in thought, trying to remember your name. "y/n" he mumbled after it finally reached him.

"she didn't want to go out with me." he continued. the black haired boy scoffed, not comprehending the words that were coming out of the school's playboy. " you're satoru fucking gojo, this should be easy as hell for you!"

"look man, I dont do this shit anymore."

suguru rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he looked at the frog's corpse. "I'll pay you." satoru grunted bringing the lighter up to his cigarette, huffing it slowly before blowing it towards suguru, in which he looked down at the smoking boy unimpressed.

"I have enough money, I don't need your pocket change."

suguru paused in deep thought. "you're right, heard she's only into pretty guys anyways." satoru brought a hand up to his chest as if he was truly hurt, because he was.

“are you telling me im not a pretty guy?” he took out the cigarette from his mouth, before crushing it down against the table, which left a nasty dent on the cheap laminate. "why do you want me to play with her?"

suguru brought his pierced tongue out to lick his dry lips. "I guess I just miss the old you. seriously satoru, I'll pay you. 300 bucks if you take her out on a date," he scooted closer to his friend. "500 if you get in her panties. and 1000 if you manage to make her your date to hoco."

as if divine intervention occurred, the door creaked open, pausing the chatter between the two boys. there you were. wearing a well put together outfit that just made satoru's hormones run crazy, as you made your way to your desk. the sight of you made gojo straighten his posture suddenly hyper aware of every detail of himself. quickly running a hand through his hair and gulping, his adams apple bobbing.

he turned to look at suguru who was already giving him a pointed look.

"bet."

another thing that you like about yale's campus is that its not too far away from shopping areas. you found a nearby barnes and noble not even a few blocks away from the school. it soon became your go to stop where you would buy books and cd's. you weren't able to fit any of your beloved music or novels when you were packing, so you started a new collection that was placed neatly back at your dorm.

you entered, the bell placed on top of the door notifying any workers of your entrance quickly making your way to the music disc section, straight shelves full of cd's. you're surprised to see many new arrivals.

some were year old music, and some were rare old ones from the 2000's. you reached out to grab a few, a soft smile plastered on your face as you scanned the labels. so deep into it, you didn't notice the bell chiming again.

'debut' by bjork was being held by your hand right now, having an inner battle with yourself whether to be financially responsible for today. you placed the cd back when you remembered that the hospital bill from your fathers last visit would soon come back. and you were not looking forward to seeing the multiple zeros behind whatever number was in front of it.

"excuse me, have you seen any cd of bjork?" the smooth voice behind you asked. "oh yeah-" you answered, turning to look back at the voice.

halfway through your sentence, you took a good look at who was behind you. satoru. "oh, it's you." your eyes narrowed as they focused on him. the boy slid his glasses on the crown of his head. you didn't know he even wore those. satoru seemed to have noticed your observation.

"lost my contacts."

"are you stalking me?" you asked defensively which just made him laugh. his body got closer to yours as he skimmed through the cd's.

"you not getting that bjork one?" he asked tilting his head as his long pale fingers slid the music disc right out of its place. the plastic creaked the second he held it.

"uh its a bit expensive.." the words came out in a mumble, almost embarrassed to admit you couldn't afford a fifty dollar cd. you shifted your weight onto your right leg, looking anywhere but him.

he looked at you before looking down at the case. "guess I'll get it."

you blinked. "didn't know you liked her."

"I dont. but I like you, so I'll get it for you, baby. anything else you want?"

you head snapped towards him, watching how he didn't even let you answer as he placed the bjork case that contained the disc you've been wanting for a while into a shopping basket. you were so shocked you didn't even realize the term of endearment.

"its fifty.." you reminded him.

"be a sweetheart and dont mention the prices, I dont care one bit about it." your eyes dropped to the basket, lips parting to say anything but nothing came out. nothing but a, "can I get the post one..?"

you couldn't find how much one has ever spent at barnes and nobles, but you were pretty sure you may have broken whatever record there was. satoru didn't mind, just like he said.

when the cashier asked how he'd like his receipt he declined it. when he saw the total on the screen in bold green letters, he ignored it. and when he handed you the bags full of books, cd's, and figures, some that you didn't even ask for. he just noticed you staring at them for a little too long and he'd just grab it and place it in the basket, he had a smile plastered right on those pink lips.

"I think I deserve a kiss for all of this.."

its the least you could do, right? besides he didn't tell you where he wanted the kiss. so you stepped up on your tippy toes a bit to place your lips on his cheek.

"thank you. seriously thank you." his smirk softened to a smile, returning the kiss but on your forehead making your breathing stutter.

"any time," he mumbled kissing your nose before backing up. "oh here, give me your phone"

your hand pulls out your phone from your back pocket, handing it to him. "what for?"

"im putting my number in.." his fingers typed quickly, the dumb smirk on his face not leaving, before slipping it back into your hands.

'my sugar daddy'

you visibly cringed at the name he chose. "you've got to be kidding me." you said with pure disbelief. he nodded, proud of his decision. "I did buy you all this didn't I?" he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear, leaning down to whisper into it.

"ill send you a picture to set up as my contact photo. perhaps a nude?"

"perhaps not."

miwa's eyes widened when she saw you stumble into the shared dorm with heavy bags on each hand. "woah.. didn't know it was black friday." she half joked, getting up from her bed to help you out. you exhaled in relief when the weight was taken from your poor limp arms. "and I didn't pay a single penny."

she averted her gaze from the bags up to you. "who did pay for them? your sugar daddy?" your face burned at that damn name. "you're not wrong. it was satoru." you held up your phone, opening this contact name you knew would have miwa laughing.

she squinted, looking at it before she burst into giggles.

"hes so extra." you set the bags down on the desk, taking one thing out at a time. miwa wiped the tears that spilled from her eyes. "how'd this happen?"

you dragged a hand down your face, shrugging. "he saw me at the store and offered to buy me whatever. but I swear I didn't ask for all of this."

"he likes you."

you paused for a second. "does he now?"

it was a dumb question. who else would buy a random person they have no interest in hundreds of dollars worth of barnes and noble? no one, except him of course.

you retold the same ridiculous events to yuji, who still wasn't pleased at the idea of you getting hit on not even a month into school. his arms were crossed over his chest as he was lazily sitting on his desk chair, same as you.

"return everything."

you scoffed. "no way! even if I did I wouldn't be able to, he didn't ask for a receipt."

"he shouldn't be buying you shit. didn't you tell me yesterday how your gut was telling you something was off?"you moved from your desk to your bed, sighing as your back hit the mattress. "well maybe I was wrong about him."

satoru felt proud of being able to treat you like a princess, buying you all sorts of things, showering you with everything you wanted. he remembered how you hesitated on buying that cd. it bothered him a bit.

'did she have a problem with money?'

his phone rang with a message from suguru.

'party tonight at the frat, you coming?"

of course he was, he hasn't missed a single function since he joined yale. his fingers typed out, "Omw!" but before he could send it, he stopped, and then deleted it. why was he thinking about you right now?

why is he declining a party?

"im not in the mood tonight."

he stared at the screen for a moment, realizing that he actually sent that. a calloused hand rubbed his cheekbone, exhaling before he received another notification, this time not from any of his friends but from spotify.

'the marias are performing near you! click to see ticket prices and shows available!'

the marias? where had he heard that name.. his mind instantly flashed to you. you were holding the marias disc, the one he bought you along with all the other cd's. it was as if his body was moving without him knowing because a second later, he was buying two tickets.

your first day was an unconfirmed barnes and noble date. but your second day, the concert, would be an actual date.

he clicked the 'pay now' button without hesitation.

you weren't expecting to see a screen showing the digital receipts slip right into your line of sight while you were halfway through placing some textbooks in your locker. the bold blue letters read, 'THE MARIAS'

"hi pretty.. got these for you and me." your eyes widened at the familiar voice. the white haired individual really had a habit of sneaking up behind you didn't he? "you.. you got-" you stammered, blinking at the sight of the tickets, then back at him.

"got these for you and me." he repeated himself, both his voice and gaze softening. not sure to be flattered or continue being suspicious, you slowly reached for his phone, taking it from his pale hand to make sure what you were seeing was real.

not only did he buy you both tickets to a music artist you liked, but he also got the best seats. "you got the marias tickets.." you said mostly to yourself. his smirk was still there, but it showed no sign of being cocky.

"mhm, thought you'd like it."

"satoru.. you already spent so much on me yesterday.." how come a boy you barely knew was dropping a thousand on you each day. "I told you I like you. this can be our first date." he gently grabbed back his phone.

you swallowed, your mind trying to wrap itself around the unexpected layers of satoru you’d been seeing over the last few days. and you wondered if you were the first one to see this version of him.

"one date." you said firmly as you lifted up your finger, finally agreeing to his advances. his charm was different.. it was bold, yes, but real. "don't push your luck, im only accepting because its bjork."

"there will be more than one date, pretty." there was short pauses between his words allowing each syllable to sink in. like he meant it.

you had no idea why you were allowing him to score another point at this game he was forcing you to play. "at least let me pay for the gas.. or for the food." you offered but satoru only scrunched his face up shaking his head.

"don't do that."

he had some extra cash on him. 300. just like suguru promised when he said he'd pay satoru 300 if he managed to take you out on a date.

"just wear something pretty for me, and easy to remove."

you rolled your eyes. "im not sure about that second part, you're pushing your luck here sir."

"mm no not sir baby, its sugar dadd-"

your hand shot out to cover his mouth, cutting him off before he even had the chance to finish. he was shocked for a bit before he licked a long stripe against your hand moaning.

you recoiled immediately, gagging with a mix of shock and disgust. he chuckled at your discomfort and the sight of you wiping your hand on his chest.

"you like that baby?"

"no!" you shot back, closing your locker before rushing to the bathroom to properly clean your hand.

"ill see you later my love!" he called out.

miwa helped you get ready for the concert date after school. she straightened your hair pin straight while you both talked about what could happen later. your phone vibrated with a notification from 'sugar daddy'

"you still wearing something easy to remove right?"

you stared at the message. any past thoughts of him not being that bad quickly vanished. obviously, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of your reply, so you left him on read. guess that hurt his feelings because a few minutes later he texted again.

"im joking baby :("

"still haven't changed that contact name?" miwa asked, finishing up the last strand for the final section. you grumbled a little 'shut it'

"im kind of nervous.." you admitted. this was going to be your first date after all.

miwa stopped, her hands hovering in mid air, before she turned your chair to face each other. her expression softened, a mix of understanding and excitement. "hey, it’s okay to be nervous. besides you kind of already know him.."

"briefly." you couldn't help but sigh, your eyes following her figure as she chose an outfit from her side of the closet to lend you.

"he wanted something easy to remove right?"

"dont."

you both met up to where you agreed, which was just outside the girls dormitories. the second he saw you, his heart fluttered.

you looked, no, you are gorgeous.

"...hey" a smile crept up on his face. he was dressed casual while you went all out thanks to miwa.

"hi" you smiled softly.

"you're so beautiful.." you'd be lying if you said you weren't flustered. even if you tried lying, the dark tint of pink on your cheeks would say otherwise. "thank you"

with a chuckle, he led you to his car. a model of the year, typical for a rich ass boy like him. being the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger door for you before closing it as you settled yourself down.

he made his way over to the drivers seat. "can't believe I finally landed a date with you" he mumbled before reaching over to hold your hand in his.

why was he acting like this? it was just a bet.. right?

you stared down at your hands that were now intertwined. you'd expect his to be cold from how pale they were and the amount of time he spends playing hockey in the cold rink.

your eyes lifted to his face, he was focused on the road now, a quiet little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, like just having you next to him was enough.

"im going to be honest, i don't know any of this bands songs."

your breath caught in your throat. "you bought the tickets without knowing how they were?"

he shook his head. "I bought the tickets because I knew you knew who they were." his hand squeezed yours, keeping his eyes on the road. "have I told you how absolutely sexy you are? I mean look at this.." his hand moved from yours to tug at your skirt, making you gasp.

"feel good, baby?" he continued squeezing your thigh, biting his lower lip as he felt the warmth of your skin.

he slapped it playfully, moving his hand onto the steering wheel leaving you flustered.

"pervert.."

the concert was beautiful. the music reached your heart it made you tear up, of course some songs hit close to home. gojo couldn't help but admire you from time to time. watching as your pretty mouth sang along to the unknown lyrics.

"lets take a picture pretty." he said out of nowhere. "a picture?" he nodded before pulling out his phone, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing his cheek against yours, snapping a few pictures of you and him throughout the night, mostly of you. you did the same, filling up your gallery with endless pictures and videos.

he pressed his lips on your temple before pulling away to continue enjoying the performance.

as the night came to an end, he drove you safely back home, both of you discussing the songs you enjoyed being performed the most.

"I think I enjoyed back to me the most"

"no way! paranoia was clearly the most enjoyable."

he rolled his eyes. "yeah well I think what I enjoyed the most was seeing you sing. you're gorgeous baby."

"you already told me that like twenty times."

"and ill continue to tell you for the rest of my life and beyond that." his words made your stomach twist. not in a bad way. definitely not. you watched how the dim light lit up his face making him look even more handsome than he already was.

"want to go to the ice rink?" he asked.

'right now? I dont think im wearing the appropriate clothing for skating.."

satoru grinned, pulling up to the building where the arena was in. "good thing I came prepared then." he reached towards the backseat, pulling out a duffel bag.

"you can thank your friend miwa."

you stared down at the clothes, which belonged to you, now on your lap. light pink thighs and a sweater as well as leg warmers. "you guys planned this?"

"she helped me out. I wanted to make this the best first date."

it was late, so the place was quieter than usual, dimly lit, making the place peaceful. the cold air nipped at your cheeks as you both stepped inside, and you tried your best not to show how nervous you were.

"ive never skated before." you admit.

"good thing your man is a hockey player." he finished tying up his laces before getting down on one knee to tie yours. he said it so casually. 'your man'

satoru looked up at you all while he continued fumbling around with the laces on your skates. "I really hope we have that romcom moment where you slip on the ice and fall right into my arms."

"what type of movies are you watching?" you giggled, feeling the heat creep up to your neck.

he finished the second skate, placing it on the ground before gripping your thighs. "like I said.. romcoms." he murmured, bringing you closer to his face. he darted his tongue out to lick the inside of your thigh.

a gasp left your lips. "h-hey.."

he didn't stop there.

he was starved. his lips traveled all throughout your inner thighs, nipping once in a while. "pretty.."

a shaky hand pushed his head away, watching as a string of saliva connected his lips with you. "so uhm.. you gonna teach me how to skate..?"

the fog of tension shattered the moment you placed your hand on his forehead, pushing him away. he licked his lips before chuckling. "yeah, come on."

the second you stepped onto the ice, you were already struggling. it was more slippery than you'd expect it to be, but satoru's large hands, placed on your waist, kept you steady.

"lean on me."

you held onto his arms, following his step wobbling once in a while.

"I got you doll."

twenty minutes was all you needed to learn how to maintain your balance on the ice. you excitedly followed satoru, holding his hand as you both made rounds around the rink, your skates gliding smoothly. he glanced at you, smiling as he watched you. "look at you... natural born skater" just as he said that, you bumped into his shoulder.

"natural born liar."

he chuckled seeing how your eyes showed signs of being tired. he wrapped his hands around your waist, lifting you up with ease. "lets get you out of here. kind of sad we didn't have that cute moment."

"what cute moment?" you wrapped your arms around him before he placed you down the carpet when he got you both out the ice rink. "the one where you fall right into my arms and we kiss."

you rolled your eyes. "maybe next time."

he raised an eyebrow, kneeling down again to take off your shoes. "so is that a confirmation that we will have another date?"

"mhm." you hummed quietly and before you knew it, you were leaning into a kiss with no control over your body, like it was possessed by a curse or something.

he hesitated for a second, deciding not to kiss you back. it was just a bet.

"lets go."

you stared at him in hurt and betrayal. this is what he wanted wasn't it? you felt your heart sink deeper as the seconds passed. you didn't allow him to put your shoes on, doing it yourself instead.

"baby.."

"dont." your voice wasn't firm, it was soft. barely even a whisper to be honest. "you're just messing with me aren't you?" he looked startled, like he had gotten caught with his hand down the cookie jar, because he did.

"no..no you're not something to play around with."

you were mad. furious even. "feels like it."

opening the door after gathering your clothes, you left without a goodnight. or a kiss. once you were out of view, satoru dragged his hands down his face groaning. he's grown attached to you without knowing it in the span of three days. and he's hurt you by denying your kiss.

he rushed after you.

"let me walk you."

"its fine. my dorm isn't that far."

"damn it y/n." he pressed his lips against yours, cupping your jaw. the kiss was full of frustration and it was desperate. his other hand found your hip, bringing you closer to him. he wanted to deepen the kiss, but he noticed you weren't kissing back.

he pulled away before smashing his lips against yours again, hoping that you'd kiss back this time but you didn't.

"I'll see you later.." you mumbled out.

he watched you walk away quickly in the direction of your dorm. now it was his heart who was sinking. he didn't remember any of his last 'bets' hurting this much.

so why does it feel like you were ripping out his heart right now?

when you reached your dorm, ready to get any call from your brothers, you already planned not to mention anything. not the concert date with satoru and definitely not how yuji was right about him. you couldn't let him have that 'I told you so' moment.

your phone vibrated at the back of your pocket as soon as you dropped your bag onto the floor. miwa was staying over at her boyfriends tonight, giving you and satoru any privacy if things went to a more heated direction.

it did. sorta.

with a sigh, you slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call from yuji.

"took you a while."

you forced a laugh. "sorry, you woke me up." you allowed your body to rest, flopping down on your messy bed with a 'thump', the back of your head sinking into the pillows.

"I'm just calling you to let you know that a hospital bill might reach you."

you quirked an eyebrow, staring at the ceiling. "its going to be sent out to me? all the way to yale?" yuji let out a small 'mhm', casual like he was commenting on the weather.

"yeah, from dad's last check up."

"oh," you rubbed your face, feeling a different kind of tired. "thats right."

"its just from his prescriptions and shit.. I would've paid it myself but.." his voice trailed off.

"no, no dont worry about it. not like i'm already drowning in student loans or whatever"

"of course not." you could hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone.

after the call ended, you let the silence settle. you received your mail usually by the end of the week in your small issued mailbox that was located in the front of the school. most of the time it was just flyers for clubs you had no intention of joining. but soon, a hospital bill that you desperately wanted to leave behind home, where it belongs, will appear right inside the small box.

after dreading to see the ridiculous amount you had to pay for oral chemotherapy medication, your mind circled back to satoru, a finger brushed against your lips, reliving the moment he placed his against yours in a kiss you wanted to return, but didn't.

you felt like it wasn't real.

why would he hesitate in the first place? your hand dropped back down against the mattress, gripping the bed sheets to brace yourself from any tears that might come out.

miwa dragged you to watch kokichi practice in the ice rink. the memories from last night hit you like a wave every other minute you sat on the bleachers. the same spot you were rejected.

you were annoyed.

no. pissed. pissed at how he dodged your kiss like it meant nothing and honestly you have every right to be. because why is he hesitant to kiss you when he’s the one that was so desperate. is this some sort of sick joke?

you didn't want to mention it to miwa or anyone. you were too embarrassed and the poor girl was happy she even had the opportunity to help out satoru with last nights date. you couldn't take that away from her. when she asked how it went you spared the details and just gave a brief summary.

"it was fun, he took me to the concert, we sang. then the ice rink, thanks by the way, and he taught me how to skate."

"thats so cute!" her face lit up.

you both continued to see the hockey players glide across the arena. but someone was missing. number 10. your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a microphone starting.

“can't take my eyes of off you..” a voice murmured into the microphone, a voice you instantly recognized. satoru. you blinked once. and then again-unsure if you were hearing correctly or if the loud ass volume you listen to your music in was finally catching up to you.

you squinted your eyes to see the white haired boy stand right in the middle of the rink, the whole team joining him as well. his body stepped forward, then another, until he broke into a dance. you let out a few chuckles of disbelief as you watched him make a fool of himself.

“i love you baby!” you wanted to crawl into a corner and die from embarrassment. “and if it’s quite alright, i need you baby..” his finger pointed right at you. a few people around you chuckled as well, one yelling, "go verona!"

you brought your hands up to you face covering it in embarrassment as a flush appeared. he was so off key now, yelling out the lyrics as he did little tricks around the ice, nearly slipping but catching himself with a dramatic spin. he made a bee line towards the top of the bleachers. you wanted to escape but he was quick, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“oh pretty baby..” he panted as the chorus died down. he placed the microphone down, grabbing your cheeks without a warning with both hands planting a long and sweet kiss on your plump lips. this time, you kissed back without hesitation from either of you.

"satoru.." you managed to say before he continued his desperate kisses, sliding his tongue into your mouth leaving no room for the words that were swirling in your head. miwa was ecstatic, clapping with others, who were surprised that the ex-playboy was acting straight out of a 2000's movie.

"shut up.. let me just kiss you." his fingers threaded through your hair.

and kisses continued all the way to his dorm, no sign of stopping any time soon as he pushed you down his bed.

"im sorry about yesterday.. let me make it up to you."

"I think you did already with your little performance."

he chuckled, shaking his head. "nah, you need more than a song."

satoru wears everything on his face. like everything. you could tell what he was feeling with just a glimpse at his blushed face that turned from his usual pale color to a deep red. his mouth was open when he sank into you.

he smirked when he watched you struggle to take him. the small moans you let out made him twitch. "you look so fucking good. taking my cock like this." he wrapped your legs around his bare waist before his large hand found your neck, wrapping lightly around it.

"sa..satoru.." you whimpered.

"mmf- yeah that feels good. so.. tight and wet f'me. should've done this yesterday." he rolled his hips against yours gently. satoru has never been this gentle during sex towards anyone. he slid in and out of you slowly, making sure you felt every single one of his veins.

"oh fuck.. not going to last long inside this warm fucking pussy."

he licked your lips before shoving his tongue down your throat. satoru pulled away, forcing your jaw to open to spit right into your mouth.

"swallow."

you obeyed, swallowing his shared spit, opening your mouth to show him.

"good girl."

you screamed, gripping his shoulders when he slipped almost all the way out before slamming all the way in. he was loving this, almost forgetting the amount of money he would receive for getting into your panties.

it wasn't until you both finished, and his arms were wrapped around you in a comfortable position to cuddle, placing loving kisses on your forehead, that he finally remembered that this was all a bet. was.

he was scared that maybe he didn't want this to be just a game. his breath stilled, his fingers still tracing random shapes on your back as he pulled back slightly, taking a close look at your peaceful expression.

he didn't want it to end.

he took a look at his calendar that was placed on his nightstand. he counted the days knowing he didn't have that much left with you.

"love?"

you hummed, opening your eyes, your expression soft, when he called out to you.

"i'm playing tomorrow.. then we're having a sort of 'hoco' type of thing at the frat.. come with me?"

you nodded, placing your head on his chest listening to the way his heart beat at a steady pace. "course.." you murmured, he did tire you out after all. his body relaxed at your answer. there were still so many things left unsaid, so much you both needed to figure out. but he was okay with just having you this close to him right now.

you didn't call your family that night. your phone was put on do not disturb, laying on top of the nightstand. satoru's arms were still wrapped tightly around you.

but across the country, yuji grew worried, because not only were hospital bills going to reach you, but terrible news as well.

he paced back and forth outside the hospital room, the one where your father was currently staying, checking his phone every second to see if you have seen his messages or calls.

nothing from you.

he tried to come up with a reason. you were probably studying, or just busy in general. he wanted to cry because the feeling of being the one now responsible for everything was finally sinking in. he didn't know why your father collapsed. he didn't know if your aunt was on her way to pick up matt from school. and he didn't know when the hell you would answer your phone.

"answer.. please." he prayed.

the next day when you woke up to the sound of shuffling, you were met with several forehead kisses.

"sorry baby, have to go straight to the rink." your eyes fluttered open slowly, eyes adjusting to the morning light. you remembered the game today, and the party as well.

"practice hard.." your morning voice came out groggy, in which he let out a soft laugh.

"ill see you later baby." with that he left.

you looked around, still groggy, seeing the clock on his wall. eleven o clock.

your eyes widened. shit. you were late for class. you threw the blanket off of you, quickly putting on the same clothes from yesterday. when you reached for your panties, you noticed they were ripped. the sudden pain you felt on your stomach was a reminder of your poor decisions from last night.

you slipped on your skirt, praying you wouldn't flash anyone by the time you got to your dorm. after grabbing your bag, you reached for your phone before bolting out of his room.

when you made your way to class, you felt a deep feeling in your gut telling you, no, yelling, that something wasn't okay.

the cold air of the rink hit you the moment you stepped through the doors, crisp and biting against your skin. the faint sound of blades carving across ice echoed through the space, mixed with low shouts and the occasional laughter of teammates mid practice.

miwa was buzzing beside you, excited to see her boyfriend play, and for the party he asked her out to. you caught sight of satoru not that far away talking with a boy with gauges.

"I'll be back: you said to her.

"okay! I'll go grab us some seats then!"

you watched as the blue haired girl quickly made her way up the bleachers, snatching a good spot for the both of you. you approached satoru, ready to scare him as you snuck behind him.

"dude, I'm telling you I fucked her already, pay up." he grumbled.

your entire world stopped for a second. were you hearing correctly? the other boy laughed. "thought you didn't want to take this bet?" his hand reached for his pocket, pulling out his wallet to slip out a few hundred dollar bills.

it all suddenly clicked.

"it's whatever. honestly, she's everything i've wanted in a girl." the boy you thought you could trust accepted the bills into his hand. how could you have thought that this actually meant something. that you actually meant something to satoru.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you stared at him, feeling so many emotions all at once. anger, betrayal, and even denial. your mind was processing what you just heard. you wanted to hear it wasn't real, that he wasn't only after you because of a bet and that he actually likes you. but you knew you were better than that, you couldn't help but connect all the dots. the way he just randomly went up to you? the way he spent so much money on you?

it wasn't fate. it was orchestrated. and you felt stupid for now realizing.

there was horror written all over gojos face. "no baby.. baby listen to me." but you refused, shaking your head. you refused because the following words were going to be the confirmation that you dreaded to hear. without another word, you turned away pushing though the crowd. "y/n!" he shouted, but you didn't turn back. as you made your way down the hall, his hand wrapped around your wrist, "please, PLEASE listen to me!" in which you yanked back.

"it was all a bet huh? and for what? I knew I shouldn't have trusted yo-" you were interrupted by his lips molding against yours. no matter how much you wanted to melt into it, you didn't. your hands landed on his chest, pushing him off you before wiping your lips. the boy stood there, stunned, as his sad blue eyes watched you walk out.

how could he do this to you? after you accepted his dates. after you let him use your body for pleasure. after everything?you felt horrible for leaving miwa alone, but you didn't want to ruin her day. her boyfriend was playing hockey, with satoru.

it was when you pulled out your phone, ready to block him, when you saw the several missed calls from yuji and from your fathers doctor. your heart sank even more. you quickly found a secluded spot.

satoru wanted to follow after you, desperate to fix things. but he couldn't, not with a game he needed to play. but in all honesty he was done playing.

yuji was screaming at you through the phone. his voice was raw. one you haven't heard in years.

"I called you twenty fucking times y/n! all of last night, where the hell were you?!"

you were hyperventilating. the situation sinking in, the one with gojo and the one where your dad was on the brink of death. "with.. with this guy.."

silence.

"with a guy?" he spat. “you were with some guy while dad was- y/n, he’s in critical condition. they had to resuscitate him last night. and im over here wondering that something important was going on with you only to find out you were busy sucking some guy off. was it the guy you told me about?"

"..yeah..but it didn't end well."

"I dont fucking care about that right now. honestly im glad, let this be a lesson. we thought we were gonna lose him. and you were out playing house with some asshole?”

you didn't answer, too busy trying to even breathe. "im sorry... im sorry." yuji didn’t respond right away.

"i already paid half of the shit," his sharp voice continued. "if you could send some money over that would be great. and those bills, have you paid them yet?"

you swallowed hard, tears stinging the backs of your eyes. “o, I… I haven’t had time, yuji,”

“you haven’t had time?” he repeated like the words physically hurt him. there was a long pause. when Yuji spoke again, his voice had softened.

".. just please pay his medication.. my job isn't paying that well."

"I will.." you said quietly. "where is matt?"

"he's with aunt teresa. i'll call you if anything happens again, please answer next time."

you sniffled, wiping your runny nose. "okay. I love you."

click.

the call ended with him not saying those words back. you still had your phone up to your ear, wishing that magically yuji would say it back.

you felt so unwanted

unloved.

you could feel your eyes stinging even more and your throat closing up on you. you felt like you were losing everyone, your father slipping away in a hospital bed miles from here, your brother who had always been your anchor, your voice of reason, now too exhausted to carry you, and satoru.

satoru.

that night your phone was blowing up. call after call, text after text- all from him.

satoru : y/n please.

satoru : call me, return my calls lets talk pretty.

satoru : it was a bet, but believe me when I tell you that I truly love you.

satoru : I love you. say it back baby. please I need you. can't lose you, im sorry love please don't leave..

you remembered when you planned to block him before the call with yuji, your finger hovered over the red block button. but you simply put your phone on dnd and headed to sleep recalling the horrible events of tonight. tear stains were placed on your cheeks, mascara ruined, just like how your life felt.

miwa had tried, she really did. she tried her best to comfort you, but she understood you needed space. the sweet girl provided you with extra blankets as well as water, she even rubbed off the remaining makeup on you.

satoru hasn't felt this horrible since he accidentally flushed down his sisters goldfish back in first grade. but it wasn't the same.

the goldfish didn't hate him. you did.

and he hated himself for how he made you feel. he hated himself for doing this to you. but god was he grateful to have taken on that bet. not for the money, but for you. because of the bet, he met such a wonderful girl who he was completely smitten for. too bad that the girl now hates his guts.

the weather matched how gojo felt. he looked like hell.

his usual outfits was replaced by a simple white t-shirt with sweatpants. the confident boy was now just a regular burnt out college student who looks like he missed out on eight hours of sleep to study for his physics final. he hasn't eaten since yesterday, deciding his body didn't deserve to be rewarded with food.

he made his way to the small mailroom provided for students. his face lit up when he saw you there, not looking so good like him.

"baby."

his voice startled you, making you drop your mail, watching as they scattered all throughout the tile floor.

you crouched down to gather your mail, avoiding his eyes, heart pounding in your chest from too many things at once, his voice, your brother’s call, the reminder of your father, the unbearable guilt, and now him standing here, looking like someone you didn’t know how to love right now.

satoru knelt beside you, brushing your fingers by accident as he helped you collect the envelopes. the moment your skin touched, a sharp breath escaped his lips.

thats when saw it. a bunch of letters from kaiser permamente.

"what's this..?"

you froze, hand curling tighter around the envelope like you could hide it, like you could make it disappear if you just willed it hard enough. but he had already seen.

you stood quickly, clutching the papers to your chest. “it’s nothing.”

“sweetheart…” His tone shifted, serious now. “that’s a hospital.”

"i know, i can read." you shot back.

satoru rose to his feet slowly, eyes still locked on you, his earlier exhaustion now sharpened with concern. “y/n?” His voice cracked. “is everything okay?”

you didn't know how it came to this. but you were hugging him tightly, crying into his chest like he wasn't part of the reason why you were going through it.

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ending a/n : I hope you guys enjoyed reading the first half of 10 things I hate about you !!

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hey bestie!

i don’t know if you’re doing requests rn but i thought i’d throw this out there.

i had an idea for dad!dean and daughter!reader where reader falls asleep in the back of the impala and dean carries her inside. maybe dean gets a big nostalgic about how he did it when she was little. everything else is totally up to you!

constantly in awe of you and everything you write, thank you!!! <3

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summary𖦹 You fall asleep in the car and Dean cant help but reminisce

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 565

notes𖦹 I just saw the request you sent earlier today about Scoobynatural and I fear youre gonna have to wait a while for it cause I only like writing when ive gotten to that part in the show and ive just started season 10. Also thank you for the good vibes for my surgery, im just getting my wisdom teeth out so its nbd (also im gonna probably write your other request while im recovering) and I know I said I wasn't gonna be that active but I had to take advantage of the inspiration I got

It had been a long drive home after a long weekend of work, safe to say, Dean was tired. Apparently, you were too. He looked in the rearview mirror and turned the radio volume down when he noticed you racked out in the backseat. Street lights illuminate the inside of the car as he continues driving through the night.

When he pulls into the garage of the bunker, you're still out cold. He brings in your luggage and his duffle bag before checking on you again. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was even and your face was relaxed–free of stress. It reminded him of when you were younger, when you didn't have the burden of knowing about the supernatural. Dean didn't want to disrupt your carefree state so–even though his back may hate him in the morning–he decided to carry you to your room just this once.

He carefully squats down to your level and slides his arms under your body, making sure he can support your weight. He slowly stands back up, you now in his arms princess style. You stir slightly and he pauses his movement, coaxing you back to sleep, “its ok sweetheart, i've got you” 

You settle down, snuggling into the crook of his neck, and he smiles while looking down at you. Holding you like this made Dean reminisce on when you were a baby–when the only way he could get you to sleep was by cradling you into his chest. He carefully makes his way to your room when he remembers the times when you would sneak into his bed cause you couldn't fall asleep without him. 

He kicks open your door and gently sets you in your bed, tugs your blanket over you, and grabs your favorite stuffed animal–the one he got you for your third birthday��and places it next to your head. He looks down at your sleeping figure, making sure you're comfortable, before kissing your forehead goodnight and whispering an “I love you” before leaving the room and letting you rest.

Looking at you tonight, so still and unburdened, made Dean wish that he could go back to when you were younger–when you didn't have to wonder if he would make it home safe that night. He misses when you would come to him for everything. Sure, you would still bug him like a toddler–and it's not like you two aren't very close–but he liked it when he was always the first one you looked to when you needed help. 

Dean makes it to his room and puts on more comfortable clothes before getting into bed. After he gets comfortable in the sheets and starts drifting off, he hears his door opening and shuffling coming from the other side of the room. His hand goes to the gun hidden under his pillow until he hears you whisper a faint “Dad? Are you still up?”

His hand moves away from his weapon and he turns towards you. “Yeah sweetheart, is something wrong?”

You awkwardly stand there, holding your stuffed animal, and look at your feet bashfully, “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Dean pulls back the covers, inviting you in with a smile “Just this once” He responds, knowing that this won't be the last time. Even though you're growing older, you're still just his little girl, and he could never say no to that request.

sorry for any typos

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JUST A FRIEND (MY DAD’S): DBF!ANAKIN X YOU

SYNOPSIS: Anakin Skywalker has always been off-limits, your father’s best friend, the man who watched you grow up, the one who lingered just a little too long in the kitchen after family dinners. There have always been sparks, furtive glances, near touches, the unspoken tension crackling between you like static. But tonight, during a simple game night at your house, something shifts. A brush of his fingers. A look held just a second too long. And suddenly, the game you're playing isn't the one on the screen… it's the one you're playing with fire. WARNING: +18, dirty talk, sexual innuendo (doesn't happen), age difference (reader is over 18, Anakin is in his 40s), cheating, dead dove don’t eat (don't know if it really fits, but I don't know, father's friend seems a bit socially weird to me lol) WORDS: 2.1k  A/N: hey babes, how do we doin’? sooo this little fic was literally rotting in the trash folder of my docs 💀 and I thought, you know what? let me resurrect it real quick. made a few tweaks here and there and boom, here’s the result✨hope u like what I wrote it!! your comments, likes & reblogs mean everything to me fr 🥺💕 they help me know if I’m feeding y’all right or if I’m going weird 😈 so let me know, did I push it too far this time?? should I chill? should I not? 😏 lmk your thoughts, angels!! requests always open 💌 kisses to all😘✨ also thxs for the 300 followers, dividers by @cafekitsune

CHAPTER ONE:

Anakin Skywalker had been your father’s best friend for as long as you could remember. They met back in college, becoming fast friends who quickly turned inseparable. From late-night study sessions to wild adventures that your father still joked about, their friendship had stood the test of time. They were each other’s best men at their weddings, and later godfathers at the births of their children, you and Anakin and Padmé’s twins, Luke and Leia. 

It had become a tradition that every friday night, Anakin would come over to watch football with your dad. The two of them, both middle-aged but still full of energy and humor, would crack open a few beers, devour an entire pepperoni pizza between them, and relive their glory days with stories they never seemed to tire of. Meanwhile, your mother and Padmé, would head off to book club, a well-earned escape from the chaos of family life. Luke and Leia usually had plans of their own, out with their boyfriends or hanging with friends.

And then there was you. Grounded. Bored. Alone in the house, with no fun in sight. It was a cruel twist of fate, but you had resigned yourself to the boredom. As you padded downstairs, your intention was simple: steal the pizza your dad always ordered for game night and maybe annoy him a little, just for fun.

But as you reached the last step and turned the corner into the living room, you realized your father wasn’t there. Instead, sprawled comfortably on the couch, was Anakin, sipping a beer with his usual calm confidence. His broad shoulders filled out the worn t-shirt he was wearing, and the light from the television cast shadows that only seemed to highlight his chiseled features, ones that had only grown more striking with age. 

It was hard not to notice how well life had treated him. Anakin had always been good-looking, but now, at forty, he was the picture of a DILF: tall, ruggedly handsome, with a strong jawline softened just slightly by the beginnings of salt-and-pepper scruff. His blonde hair, longer than it had been in the old photos you’d seen, was perfectly tousled. It gave him an effortlessly cool look that contrasted with his laid-back, friendly personality.

He glanced up when he heard you enter, flashing a grin that was both mischievous and welcoming. "Your dad went to buy another pack of beer," he explained, patting the spot next to him on the couch. “But you can join me until he gets back.”

You hesitated for a moment, feeling strangely self-conscious under his gaze. Anakin had always been a presence in your life, someone who felt like a second father in many ways, but you couldn't deny that there was something undeniably magnetic about him now, a kind of charisma that came with age and experience. He looked good. Way too good.

"Grounded, huh?" he teased, his deep voice rumbling with amusement as he took another sip of his beer. "What did you do this time?"

"Nothing serious," you muttered, throwing yourself onto the couch beside Anakin.  "Apparently, staying out past curfew is a crime now."

He chuckled, a low sound that sent a strange warmth through you. "Your dad’s always been tough when it comes to curfew. Guess old habits die hard."

"It's so unfair," you whined, your head flopping dramatically onto his arm. "I do everything right, and the one time I make a tiny mistake, I get grounded." You shot him an exasperated look, seeking sympathy.

Anakin barely glanced away from the game, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. "One little mistake, huh?" he drawled, his voice easy and teasing. "You sure about that?" His arm, draped casually along the back of the couch, didn’t move, but his fingers grazed your hair lazily, sending a shiver down your spine as he twirled a strand between his fingers.

You huffed, shifting to get more comfortable, but secretly savoring the sensation. "Yes, I’m sure," you pouted, stretching the words out as though you were explaining the most obvious thing. "Staying out a little late isn’t the end of the world."

Anakin hummed in recognition, his fingers still playing lightly with your hair, as though entirely unfazed by your outburst. "Your dad’s just looking out for you, sweetheart," he said, his voice smooth and relaxed, the deep timbre settling in your chest. "This world isn’t always kind to a sweet little thing like you." 

There was something almost affectionate in the way he said it, his words dripping with that laid-back charm that made everything feel less serious. His easy going nature only made you more irritated and undeniably more drawn to him.

You sighed dramatically, but the warmth of his comforting tone of his voice made it impossible to stay mad for long. "Yeah, well, maybe I don’t need so much looking after."

Anakin chuckled, the sound rumbling softly from his chest. "Sure you don’t, sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers still lazily combing through your hair. "But we both know you're used to getting things your way, always a spoiled little girl” He tilts his head to look down at you, eyes lingering on your pouty lips.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, blinking up at him with exaggerated innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about," you said, your voice dripping with mock sweetness.

Anakin chuckled softly, the sound low and amused, his fingers lazily stroking through your hair. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, sweetie," he murmured, his voice deep and rich, sending a flutter through your chest.

He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear, making your pulse skip. "Your father's been spoiling you since the day you were born," he whispered, his tone teasing but with an undeniable edge. "And let’s be honest, I’ve helped. How could we not, with you batting those big eyes at us like that?"

You scoffed, trying to brush off the butterflies in your stomach, but the corner of your mouth twitched in a smirk. “I can’t help it if people like me,” you shot back, crossing your arms, though the touch of his fingers in your hair was far too comfortable to pull away from.

Anakin’s chuckle deepened, his eyes glinting as he looked down at you, his voice lowering to a near-growl. "Oh, you definitely know how to get whatever you want from the boys at college, don’t you?" His lips hovered near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Just bat those lashes, flash that innocent smile... you’ve got them wrapped around your little finger."

You swallowed, trying to stay composed, but the way he said it, so calm, so sure, made your heart race. 

His hand stilled in your hair, his thumb brushing lightly against your temple. "Your poor father doesn’t stand a chance," he said with a low laugh. "I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes... just thinking about all the dirty thoughts his little girl inspires."

You bit your lower lip, staring up at him with a playful gleam in your eyes. "And you, Mr. Skywalker," you teased, your voice dripping with suggestion, "have you ever had one of those dirty thoughts?" Your tongue darted out, moistening your lips in a way you knew would draw his attention.

Anakin's amused chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound rich and lazy as if your boldness barely fazed him. He leaned back slightly, taking a slow, deliberate sip of his beer, letting the moment stretch out. His eyes never left yours, the weight of his gaze making your cheeks flush with heat. The silence between you crackled with tension.

He finally swallowed, a small smirk playing on his lips as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "Uhm," he murmured, his tone casual but his eyes telling a different story. "You know, I think that’s a dangerous question to ask, sweetheart." 

His voice dropped a little, filled with a teasing edge. "But since you brought it up…" His gaze flicked to your lips for the briefest moment before meeting your eyes again, his stare so intense it made your pulse quicken. 

Another low chuckle escaped him, watching as your confidence wavered ever so slightly. "Let's just say... that it's not just the boys at your uni who find you attractive”

Anakin’s gaze lingered on you, studying your movements with an easy confidence, his eyes following the way your fingers absentmindedly toyed with a strand of your hair. 

You crossed your legs, the slight movement drawing his attention downward for a brief second before his gaze returned to your face, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I can only imagine what it would be like to have you spread out for me” He leans in, inching his face closer to yours, lips only a breath away. “Your father wouldn't approve, but a man can dream”

“What my dad doesn't see, he doesn't feel” Your lips parted, and you glanced up at him, catching his eyes just as they flickered toward your mouth. You bit your lower lip, letting your teeth graze the soft skin slowly, knowing full well he was watching. The air between you thickened with unspoken tension, his gaze darkening as the space between you seemed to shrink.

He shifted slightly, turning his body toward you, his knee brushing against yours. The movement was subtle, but it sent a pulse of electricity through you. His hand, which had been resting behind you, drifted lower, his fingertips now gently brushing the bare skin of your shoulder, the touch so light it made you shiver.

“Is that so, you reckless girl?” He practically purrs, voice dripping with sinful promises. 

You tilted your head toward him, the two of you so close now that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. His fingers lingered at the nape of your neck for a moment before they grazed down your arm, slow and deliberate, as if testing how much further he could go. Your heart pounded in your chest, but neither of you moved to break the moment.

“What exactly do you think your dad wouldn't want to see, hmm?” His other hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your bottom lip. “His precious princess, wrapped around a man's cock, begging to be filled?”

“Would the cock be yours?” You teased him, raising your eyebrow, the suggestive glint flickering in your tone.

He chuckles darkly, his grip tightening on your jaw as he presses his forehead against yours, noses touching.

“Oh, it most certainly would be mine, sweetheart.” He murmurs, his voice a deep, seductive rumble. “I'd make sure you never forgot who this tight little body belongs to.” His hand on your thigh inches higher, fingertips brushing against the damp spot that's forming on your shorts.

“Fuck, you're already so wet for me, aren't you? Such a needy little thing, desperate to be claimed.” He licks his lips, eyes flickering down to your mouth.

Just as your lips parted to respond, your breath already hitching from how close Anakin was, your father's voice rang out from the hallway. "Hope the game still going"

You and Anakin jolted apart like guilty teenagers, your bodies moving faster than your brains could catch up. He sat back against the couch with a practiced ease that didn’t quite mask the red crawling up his neck, while you quickly tucked your legs underneath you, trying to pretend your heart wasn’t hammering against your ribs.

Your dad returned to the living room balancing a new pack of beer in one hand, he paused mid-step, narrowing his eyes slightly at the two of you.

“Already stealing my pizza, huh?” he teased, setting the drinks on the coffee table and taking his spot in the recliner with a heavy sigh.

Anakin gave a tight-lipped smile and a short laugh, his hand sliding discreetly off your thigh as if your dad hadn’t already seen it. He reached for his beer and took a long sip, like he could wash away the moment with hops and carbonation.

You weren’t sure what was louder, your racing pulse or the awkward tension buzzing between your knees where his hand had just been.

Your dad, mercifully oblivious or just choosing not to push it, turned his attention to the TV, adjusting the volume. Anakin leaned forward slightly, grabbing a slice of pizza as an excuse to close the distance between you again. His thigh brushed yours, casual, but not accidental.

He didn't look at you when he said it, his voice low and warm against your ear. “This isn’t over, sweetie.”

The words sent a thrill up your spine. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, and there it was, that same heat. That same wicked promise in the curl of his lips. His eyes flicked to your mouth, barely a second, but you felt it like a spark to kindling.

You reached for your drink to hide your smile.

No, this wasn’t over.

Not even close.

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[bearbearrz]

Cool for the Summer: HNK

“I can keep a secret, can…you?”

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪ Cool for the Summer- Demi Lovato

Hueningkai x afab! Reader

Fluff, eventual smut

Cw: dom!kai, flirty!kai, childhood friends, friends to lovers, fingering, unprotected sex

6.6k words

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“You know we’re getting married right?” A tiny, lanky, seven-year-old HueningKai says to you monotonously, as if stating a well known fact. “Huh? No way” you say sticking your tongue out at him, behavior fitting for two second graders. He huffs, puffing his already chubby cheeks out further, and crossing his arms. “Well why not?!” He demands.  You turn your noise up and pout as well. “I want someone tall and handsome, like Mr. Huening!” You retort. He gasps, dramatically putting his hand on his chest like he got stabbed there. “My dad? Well I’ll be even taller and more handsome than him when I grow up, just you wait!”. You scoff, peering down on him with playfully judgy eyes. “Yeah sure. And I’ll grow wings on my back and learn to fly!”.  HueningKai takes a step closer and stomps his foot loudly. “Fine then, since you don’t wanna believe me, we’ll make a bet! You’ll marry me once I get a little taller than you”. He decides. “Yeah whatever, I’ll marry you when you’re thiiiiiiiiis tall!” You say, reaching your hand upwards and getting on your tippy toes to really exaggerate. To your adolescent mind, this was never going to happen. The two of you of you pinky promised—as little kids do—and ran back to your respective parents.

You’d eventually eat your words, in more ways than one you suppose.

You and Hueningkai were childhood friends. Your mothers were absolute besties who got pregnant within months of each other, so naturally their children had to continue the legacy to some extent. You both were adorable kids. him being short, lanky and you being taller and equally awkwardly built, at least for the majority of your childhood.

Shortly after entering middle school Kai’s parents moved away a few cities over with the rest of his siblings. You cried like a baby when he left, even though you didn’t want to admit it. The two of you would communicate through your parents, FaceTiming and blabbering about random little things happening in your lives. When you were old enough (around highschool age) you’d begin texting on your own. 

Kai’s family would visit your hometown every now and then during the summer, staying at their summer home. Every summer he looked different. A little taller each time. A little more handsome each time. And most importantly, the beating in your chest that happened when he was simply existing in your presence, grew each time. 

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were falling for him. Unfortunately, your budding feelings felt just as fleeting as summer, lasting only months before you had to suppress them for another year. You failed to remember, however, that you can only shake a soda can so much until it explodes. 

So, the feeling in your chest bubbled up and over the summer before your sophomore year of college. Going to a school out of state meant that you spent less time with your loved ones. By now, you had an established support system. You didn’t know where you’d be if it weren’t for your friend group. 

“Y/NNNNNNNN…*hic* Dont leave meeeee! *hic*” your close friend Sabrina fake-sobbed into your shirt. “BRINAAAAAAA…I’m sorry! It’ll only be for a couple months. I haven’t seen my family in a while, and they’re blowing up my phone!” You also fake-sobbed back. Wiping her imaginary tears, Brina stepped back from your hug. “Well on the bright side,” she started, “at least you’ll get to see your ‘hot childhood friend!’” She nudges you. Blushing you turn away “Maybe… I don’t even know if he’ll be here this summer, maybe it’ll be like last time where he didn’t come. I prefer hanging out with his sisters anyways!” You lied with a childish pout. You missed “your” Hueningkai. Sabrina knew it, it was obvious. You knew it too, even though you were too stubborn to admit it. “What a dirty liar!” Sabrina said with a laugh. “Keep telling yourself that, babes. Keep me updated okay? I expect a text or call every day till you get back, or else your ass is mine! That IS a threat!” She says, pointing an accusatory finger at you. You meet her gaze and share a laugh. After going in for one last tight hug, you board your train, falling asleep on the 2 hour long ride.

Waking up a bit before your stop, you watch the familiar scenery through the window. You can’t help but feel hopeful that you’ll see your childhood friend again, you even dressed extra cute today. Hair done perfectly and a cute yet comfy skirt & hoodie set on. The train halted to a stop at the station, and you hurriedly got off, searching for your mom or your dad, who would typically come pick you up. Getting comfortable on a station bench, you text your mom for her location. 

You: Hi mom! I just arrived at the station. Who’d picking me up today, you or dad?

Mamabear🧸: Sorry hun, it’s neither.

You: what do you mean? I’m stranded? (;_;)????

Mamabear🧸: Don’t be silly! Whoops! I forgot to tell you! My mistake.

Mamabear🧸: Little Kai is coming to get you. Me and your dad got a little busy with the welcome party preparations, and his family got here a couple days ago.

Before you can even process your feelings, or even type a response, you hear a man’s soft, mellow voice, “Hey pretty girl,”. Looking up through your bangs, your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.

Kai. Kamal. Huening. 

At least 5 inches taller than when you last saw him, with substantially more muscle on his body, and somehow more handsome than he was the last time you saw him.  

You don’t even realize what you’re doing until he says, “You done staring?”. You snap back to your senses with a quick blink and say sharply “I-I wasn’t staring you short idiot!” Blush apparent on your face as you called him his old childhood nickname. Hueningkai lets out a loud laugh, the one that you missed so much “That’s my girl. Let’s get you back to the house. Everyone misses you.”. You get up, smooth your skirt down and follow him to his car.

The car ride home mostly consisted of small talk about school life, but you were completely out of it.  The words “That’s my girl” played over and over in your head. His girl? You’re his girl? Like…his? You stared out the window, unaware of his constant glances in your direction. When the two of you got to your house, you were met with hugs and kisses from both of your parents. “Our babies are finally back together!” Your moms squealed in excitement. “Finally, one happy family yet again.” Your dad chipped in. You admit, it’s been a while since you were all together like this. You couldn’t help the grin sneaking onto your face. It felt like old times, but there was something a little different.

It was him, of course. Him in all of his 6 feet ‘and some’ of glory, you pretended not to notice the way his muscles rippled under his boxy white t- shirt every time he moved. You tried not to stare at his dangerously handsome face. You failed at both. Unsurprisingly. 

After the main festivities were over, you headed up to your room, perfectly decorated, and just as you left it the previous year. After showering and changing into comfy pajamas, you got in your bed, cuddled with your childhood stuffed animal and put on a movie. 

“Y/Nieeeeee~” a freshly showered hueningkai bursts into your room, Clad with a white beater and pajama pants. You jump at his loud interruption. “Kaiiii” you say, rubbing your tired eyes, “what’s up?”.  “I’m staying over tonight! My parents and sisters went home already.” He exclaims.

Your heart drops to your stomach. “What?” You ask in disbelief. “It’s just like the old days!” He says with a smirk. But it’s not. And he knew it. Your parents have let you sleep together since you were innocent children, so they still trusted you now…Except you were now both adults. You couldn’t take him sleeping in the same room as you ‘like the old days’. “Oh. Okay.” You say tentatively with a hint of nervousness. “What’s wrong, doll?” He asks, noticing the shift in your voice. He approaches your bed, and the nickname makes your things clench under the covers. “Nothing Hyuka, just tired after today,” you lie. “Fine by me!” He exclaims, sitting on your bed and leaning against the headboard next to you. It’s like he was doing this on purpose. “Put your movie back on, and start from the beginning if you’re going to go to sleep!” He nags. “Fine,” you say, grabbing your phone and rolling over to update Sabrina. She had just been blowing up your phone begging to updates. 

You: He’s so sexy I’m going to explode

Brina🐹: HUH

Brina🐹: WHAT HAPPENED 

Brina🐹: DID YOU FUCK HIM YET?

Brina🐹: PROOF???!??

Brina🐹: But like if u send me a tape keep the camera on you 😉😉😉🫦🫦🫦

You: girl wtf😭 

You chuckle as you text her, summarizing your day and letting the conversation take you wherever it does.

Suddenly, you feel breath fanning on your ear. You look up to see Hueningkai leaning over your shoulder with his eyebrows knitted in some unknown emotion. “Who are you texting?” He asks with serious tone that gave you shivers. “None of your business!” you say, turning off your phone as you stick your tongue out, just as you did when you were kids. Rather than cheekily responding, he just huffs and goes back to watching the movie…weird. 

You: He saw me texting you & I lowkey think he got jealous🫢 could be wishful thinking tho 🥲

Brina🐹: he should be jealous! You’re mine kitten😛Anyways, does he even know who I am?

You: Okay that’s enough from you. And no I just told him it was none of his business lol 

Brina🐹: keep up the act and make him jelly! See where it goes! I’m going to sleep now! Gn my loveeee ttyl 

You: Okiiiiiie goodnight!

Brina🐹: I’m serious. Update me. This is a threat 😘🔪

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You set down your phone with a smile on your face that didn’t go unnoticed by Hueningkai. “Someone’s got you happy,” he observed as his eyes flick back to the screen. “Yup!” You exclaim, remembering what your friend told you. “Nite Kaikai!” You say, turning over 

“Nite doll,” there he goes with that nickname again. Every time the nickname leaves his lips, you get a familiar feeling in your lower stomach. Hueningkai pulls out the spare mattress and blanket your parents kept for him in your room and makes himself comfortable as you shut your eyes closed. You try to fall asleep, ignoring the burning sensation between your legs.

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*shlick, shlick, shlick* 

The room was dark, only slightly illuminated by the dim TV.

Hueningkai had you locked in a passionate kiss as he pumped your wet cunt full of his long, slender musician’s fingers. “Hueningkai..” you moan his name through kisses. “Shit, so tight for me. It doesn’t matter where you are, you’ll always be mine,” he says possessively. “Kaikai, fuck, please!” You moan out as he speeds up, teetering on the edge of release. “Say my name, pretty girl.”  “please, please!” you babble, not quite sure what you’re begging for. “Kai, Hyuka I’m gonna-“

And then you woke up. It was probably around 10am. You blushed as you recalled the events of last night-or lack thereof. It was a dream. Fuck. Glancing over to the empty mattress, your heart sunk into your stomach. You sure hope your fantasies weren’t audible. Getting out of bed, you head to the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs.

You find a yummy breakfast waiting for you downstairs, Kai and your family already eating. “Oh hey honey,” your mom exclaims. We wanted you to be able to sleep in after the long day you had yesterday,”. “Oh, thanks!” You respond, sliding into the only open seat and loading food onto your plate, too nervous to make eye contact with Hueningkai. “And how’d you sleep, Kai?” Your mom asks, directing your attention to the handsome boy beside you. “Great, thanks” he says with a smile. he then leans down towards your ear. “Good morning sleepyhead~” You jump and choke on your food for a second, not expecting that. “Morning, Kai,” you say, finally looking up to meet his gaze, chocolate eyes staring into your soul and a sweet smile directed towards you. You turn your attention back to your food as your mom tells you guys the itinerary for the day. You don’t pay much attention, mind replaying the sinful scene that you acted out with your childhood friend last night in your dreams. The only thing you caught was that your family would be at Hueningkai’s family’s lake house today, the property they stayed at during the summer months. You unconsciously rubbed your things together at the thought of spending more time with the handsome man. You didn’t notice his hardening gaze at the way your short-clad thighs shifted in your seat. 

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Dressed in a bikini top and some shorts, you make your way over to the dock connecting the Huenings’ backyard to the lake. Sitting down on the edge, you wince a little as your bare feet hit the cold water. Kai’s little sister, Bahyyih, sat next to you. The two of you caught up, talking about mutual interests such as fashion and karaoke. Eventually the conversation ends up on the man you can’t seem to get out of your mind . “You know, Kai has been practicing more guitar along with drums again.” Bahiyyih proudly states, obviously with an adorable sense of pride in her brother. “Really? Is he any good with it?” You ask, genuinely curious. You always liked it when Kai played music for you growing up. You’d rest your head on his shoulder as he practiced strumming chords on acoustic. His clumsiness adding to the allure. “Of course! You know how easily he learns when it comes to music. You should ask him to play for you soon!” You nod happily in agreement, you’d take any excuse you could to get closer to him. 

Suddenly, you and Hiyyih hear a chorus of whoops and excited yelling. Whipping your heads around at the source of the noises, you find Kai and his older sister Lea racing recklessly towards the lake. Jumping past you and Hiyyih, they plunge into the lake with a big crash. “Hey!!” You complain, water completely soaking your face and hair. “You got us all wet!” Says Bahiyyih, evidently sharing your discomfort. “Ugh!” Lea and Kai grown in unison, like you guys rained on their parade. “You two should join us,” chimes Lea. Bahiyyih giggles as she jumps in, joining her siblings who turned their attention to you. “Come on, Y/N” begs Hueningkai. You huff in annoyance, “I didn’t plan on getting wet today!” Hueningkai swims towards where your legs lay over the edge of the dock and in one swift motion, yanks you down into his arms. “HEY!” You screamed, landing a playful punch to his cheek. He just laughs. “Catch me if you can!” He says childishly before sticking his tongue out and swimming away. You felt like little kids again. 

Swimming to him, you exclaim “Got you!”, arms wrapped around his neck from behind. “Oh noooo!” He says sarcastically before shimmying your hands off of him and swooping you into his arms. Bypassing Lea and Bahiyyih, he sets you back up onto the docks, your jeans shorts absolutely ruined by lake water at this point. “I win,” he says, grinning up at you. 

The sun is setting by the time you guys get out of the lake, and having already eaten it’s time to relax. One problem though: because you didn’t plan on getting wet, you also didn’t bring a change of clothes. Hiyyih and Lea offered, but Hueningkai insisted you wear his. Something about it being ‘his responsibility’. You stepped into the bathroom holding the articles of clothing that Kai lended you; a simple black shirt and a pair of shorts he had long outgrew. You began undressing, peeling your wet clothes off of you and taking a shower using some of the girls’ products. Stepping out of the shower, you looked towards the loaned pile of clothes. That’s when it hit you. Underwear. You had none other than your previous pair that had been soaked by the lake. Shit.

You were wearing Kai’s clothes with no underwear. The thought of it made you twitch in anticipation. Ignoring the heat between your legs once again, you stepped out of the bathroom wearing Kais clothes. You then plopped down on the couch next to him. 

Your family was spending the night at their house, but only one guest room for your parents to share meant that you had to room with one of the girls, which you didn’t mind. You knew you’d probably end up spending the most time with Kai, though, considering you two were the closest. After some more family bonding, you followed Kai to his room. You’d seen it plenty of times, decorated with posters of his favorite bands and memorabilia of things that meant a lot to him. Not to mention the cute stuffed animals he had a spot on the bed for. Remembering what you talked about with his little sister earlier, you spoke up. “Hey Kai, I heard you’ve been practicing guitar. Can you play something for me?” You say, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

Hueningkai can’t take it. His girl, in his clothes, on his bed, asking him to play music for her? It was all too good to be true. “Of course, doll” he says. There we go with that nickname again. There’s no way it wasn’t intentional, and you were at your breaking point. After unpacking his guitar, he sits next you and begins to play a song he’s been practicing. 

“Hey stupid” you say, tugging on his sleeve. Fixing his attention on you, Kai playfully responds “Hey idiot, what’s up?” 

“Call me that…” you say, voice quiet and shaky with your nervousness. He stops playing. “What was that?” 

“I said don’t call me that-doll!” You say with an irresistible pout. “It’s making me feel weird…I’ll get the wrong idea.” You say. Shifting uncomfortably on his bed.

“What if I want you to?” He asks quietly. For the first time in a while, Hueningkai looses the confident tough guy act. You just stared back at him, mouth agape, unable to believe what you were hearing. “Nevermind,” he says in defeat at your lack of response. “

“Hueningkai…I love you.” you say quietly, finally snapping back into it, and before you realize it, you’re entrapped in his large build, chest buried into his chest. “You don���t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Y/N.” he admits  gleefully, looking down at you. “I love you too. Since we were kids. I’ve never even looked at anyone else…it just had to be you.” 

Looking up at him, beaming, “We promised, remember? I’d be yours when we grew up,” you remarked. “Of course I remember!” He says, still holding you close to him. “Except you specified that it would be when I got tall and handsome,” he says, raising an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. “So you think I’m handsome? Right?” He asks, teasing. “Shut up idiot,” you respond, knowing you were caught. The unaffected Kai just giggled, *gently* tossing his guitar onto the floor of his bedroom. He then pulls you back into his chest and flops down onto the bed with you cradled prettily in his arms. “All mine” he says possessively, sending chills down your spine and into your core as he nuzzles into your head. You internally curse. ‘Not the time,’ you internally tell yourself. 

You and Kai talk for hours about various things. How he’s transferring to your college because of the offer he got for music, how life has been, how your relationship will develop moving forward, etc. Honestly? You wanted to move as quickly as possible, already having wasted enough time with pent up emotions towards him. With a sudden burst of confidence, you interrupt him while he’s rambling about whatever came to mind. He was just way too cute. “Kai, kiss me.” You demanded. “Not even a please?” Kai asks with a fake pout on his face before kissing you, as per your request. It started off sweet and innocent at first, but quickly turned heated as Hueningkai deepened the kiss, licking at your bottom lip for permission. You readily obliged, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible. He pulls away from you, looking at you with half lidded eyes as a string of saliva connected the two of you. He wasted no time before diving back towards you, peppering kisses onto your exposed neck and collarbone. “You have no idea what you do to me, doll,” he says with his lips still on your neck. “Sitting in my bed with my clothes on…” he continues, his sultry tone making you grow wetter by the second. “Lying here, acting like you weren’t pathetically moaning my name last night.” Your heart practically dropped to your stomach. “W-what are you talking about?” You stammered, desperate to lie. He pulls away from your neck to make eye contact. “Why are you pretending? After sitting right next to me, giggling while texting whichever guy you were entertaining, you went and had a wet dream about me. Admit it,” he says through knitted brows. You nod as you turn your face away in embarrassment. “I was texting my friend Sabrina…not another guy!” You say defiantly. “Whatever, my point is that it took everything in me to not pounce on you then and there. Even today, when you wore that skimpy little outfit.” He shakes his head in frustration. “I’d ask if you were sure about going further, but considering you were just begging me, I don’t think that’ll be necessary, huh?” He remarks cockily. “Hyuka, just shut up and touch me.” You say with perturbed annoyance, hiding your face in your hands. “Your wish is my command, Y/N.” He says before sliding the shirt he let you borrow off of your body, a soft audible gasp leaving his plush lips after he realized that you weren’t wearing a bra. Picking up where he left off on your neck, he began to bite and suck at your plush skin to his digression. He flicks a tongue across one of your nipples earning a gasp from you. Hueningkai takes turns worshipping your breasts with his lips and slender fingers. “Kai—fuck— more,” you moan out, wetness soaking through the material of your shorts. Your body was begging to be touched. “So needy,” Kai remarks harshly after releasing your breast from his mouth with a hash pop. 

Gently sliding his old shirts down your frame, he winces at the sight of your bare pussy, strings of wetness connecting you with his shorts. “No panties? Did you really want me to fuck you that bad? How naughty of you Y/N…” He trails off “No I promise I didn’t! My clothes got ruined when you threw me into the lake! I promise!” You exclaim, obviously frustrated with the lack of friction. You were just so desperate him to finally claim what’s been his all this time. “Hmm” he hums, rubbing a finger between your wet folds, making your body convulse. “Sorry about that,” he grins cheekily, not bothering to look you in the eyes; He was just too focused on the lewd sounds your cunt was making as he teased it. “Kai quit teasing me!” you exclaim as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “My needy babydoll,” he sighs, working a long finger into your hole, hissing at your tightness. You let out a loud moan as your fantasies were finally coming true. Hueningkai’s eyes meet yours, glazed over and unfocused as your mouth lay open. “I’ve wanted this so bad, Kai. I wanted your fingers so bad,” you admit, not caring about how pathetic and desperate you sounded. “Cute” Hueningkai observes as he pumps another finger into you, obviously enjoying your reaction. He scissors his fingers into you, stretching you out thoroughly with the sheer size of them. “Do you want to cum on my fingers, pretty girl?” He asks you. “Please!” You beg loudly, Hueningkai halts his movements. “You really can’t keep a secret can you? Hush unless you want everyone to hear you coming undone on my fingers.” He told you sternly. With a nod of agreement from you. He continues fingering you, sliding a third finger into you as he presses a thumb to your clit causing you to jolt in pleasure. “Kai!” You exclaim, forgetting about your volume yet again. “I know you usually don’t listen to me, but this is ridiculous even from you, Y/N” Kai says as he leans forward—hand still assaulting your pussy—and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth. “This should shut you up, yeah?” You moan in agreement around his fingers, earning a satisfied him from him. Choking on his fingers, you finally cum, body convulsing as he pulls his fingers out of your gushing cunt and brings them into his mouth. He sucks them clean before grabbing your face and leaning in for another wet, passionate kiss. 

“Ride me?” 

He asks, eyes almost pleading as he pulls way from your lips. You nod. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, stripping and lying back on his headboard. He motions for you to join him by patting his thigh. You obliged, positioning yourself on his legs with your hands on his abs. You couldn’t help but stare at his erect member, hard and sticky. He had obviously been pent up for a while. “Someone’s happy to see me” you joke. Hueningkai grabs your waist,sliding you forward so that you were pressed up against his erection. “Don’t act all cocky as if I didn’t just fuck the cum out of you with only my fingers,” he criticized, shutting you up. Picking your hips up and aligning yourself with his tip, you slowly lowered down until fully seated, mouth agape. He practically kissed your G spot with his length. Eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, you began to slide up and down his cock. Hueningkai looked no more composed than you did, mouth open with a fucked out expression on his face. Not being able to take the slow pace you were going at, Kai grabbed your hips and rutted into your tight hole. “Fuck” he grunted, “mine. my pussy. All mine.” He says as he throws his head back, continuing to thrust into you. Your hand flew up to your mouth as you tried to conceal your noises. Hueningkai lowered his hips and held yours to a halt, “I’m going to get you pregnant at this rate,” he says, flipping you into missionary and continuing pounding into you at a harsher rate. One of his hands snakes down to abuse your clit again. “Kai, Kaikai ‘m gonna come,” you moan incoherently. “I know baby, me too,” he answers. With one last thrust, you cum on his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm before pulling out and spilling his seed on your stomach. “I love you so much Y/N,” he pants, flushed red and sweaty hair sticking to his forehead as he presses a kiss to yours. “I love you too” you mutter weakly before he cleans you up and dresses you, the both of you falling asleep in each other’s arms. 

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“KAIII! Have you seen Y/N-oh.” Bahiyyih says the next morning, seeing the both of you sleep in his bed together. 

“Lea you owe me $20!” She yells, shutting the door and running down the hall.

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[eunoiiaff]

| 7 minutes - J.M |

Pairing: Joel Miller x Wife!Reader WC: 2.2k

Summary: You were there with him on that day as he faced Abby. In another universe maybe that would have helped, maybe you could have saved him. But life doesn't always work that way.

Warnings: Major character death, blood, violence, heavy angst, 2x02 spoilers, no use of y/n. A/N: Angsty imagines take my heart REQUESTS OPEN

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YOU COULD HEAR THE WIND HOWLING ANGRILY, WHISTLING AS IT WEAVED THROUGH THE TREES UP IN THE MOUNTAIN. The cold nipped at you ferociously even from inside, your nose cold to the touch, lips chapped and dull. Despite where you lay on the floor you could still see Jackson; see the fire as it roared, smoke enveloping the town you had been sleeping safely in only hours ago. But yet in that moment, none of that mattered, all that mattered was the gun set on your husband. You couldn't care less for the one trained on you, digging into the side of your head, your eyes instead jumping from Joel who stood with his arms up in surrender and Dina lying unconscious on the floor next to you.

"I'm gonna give you one chance to tell the truth, Joel. If you do... let's face it. We'll all know. I'll let 'em live." Your body shook from the cold, your head turning as far as it could to look at Abby. You'd just saved her; Joel risked his life to help her and this is what you get in return. You'd felt uneasy about her from the get-go, the looks she kept giving your husband irking something inside you. And God you should have fucking listened.

"Wait, Abby, I thought-"

"Shut up!' You tried to think, tried to come up with a plan. But you couldn't. You were outnumbered; even more so with Dina drugged unconscious. You knew that if you really wanted to you could get out of the man's hold, Owen if you remembered correctly. His knee pressed harshly onto the centre of your back, his free hand pulling your left arm back until it stung leaving your right on the floor next to you trying desperately to ground yourself. Despite his tall stature, if you waited for an opportunity you knew you could break free. But then what? Get shot down leaving your husband to deal alone? Some part of you didn't want to believe it, but deep down you knew you were fucked. "Where was the last place you saw the Fireflies?"

At that, your blood ran cold, and you knew Joel's did too from the way his eyes jumped to yours. You kept silent. "Salt Lake," Joel said shakily.

"At least you're honest." She said as she turned her back to him.

He looked back at Jackson for a moment, at his home. "I saved your life."

"What life." Your ears rang as the shotgun sounded, a scream escaping your lips as you watched your husband's knee get blasted in. His scream echoed in your brain, your eyes wide with tears as you watched him grunt and wheeze in pain. "Tourniquet him."

"Mel, let's just do what we came to do," Owen said from above you, his knee pressing you further into the cold floor.

"Please, please, stop. Please, don't." You cried impulsively through trembling lips as your husband screamed once again. A sob escaped your lips as Abby ignored you, moving to kneel in front of Joel.

"You're tough. I guess you probably have to be, killing all those people. Do you know how many you killed that day? How many your - what, your wife? -, how many she killed that day?" She questioned, turning to face your scared face for a moment before turning back to Joel. "Did you count as you went, or... I guess maybe it just didn't matter? Eighteen soldiers. And one doctor. You remember that one. An unarmed doctor you shot in the head. Yeah. That was my Dad. Guess you probably already figured. The nurses said you barely even looked at him when you pulled the trigger. And then, you two just walked right past his body and out the door. But I looked at him. I saw him. I was nineteen."

You saw Joel's lips flutter, trying to think of what to say that could make it all better. But you both knew there was nothing. "I-I killed him. I killed your Dad." You lied through your teeth, willing to do anything. Abby's jaw clenched before she stood up to face you, taking a few steps closer. Your eyes glared into hers, your breaths shaky.

"You know, they told me about you too. How you shot my Dad in the leg right before he killed him." She said gesturing behind her to your husband. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, Abby towering over you, looking down as though you were nothing but dog shit on the bottom of her shoe. Then, a crunch sounded out, a scream of pain scratching your throat as it left your mouth; Abby's snowboot slowly lifted from your right hand. You saw Joel's mouth moving but you couldn't focus on what he was saying, your eyes too focused on the mutilation of your hand. She'd put her full weight into it when she trampled. Your hand was red and purple with spots of blood, at least two of your fingers broken and your thumb seemingly dislocated.

Shaky breaths escaped your lips as you tried to calm yourself, the pain overwhelming as Abby turned back to Joel. "I've been in a militia for five years now. Seattle. I'd warn you not to go there, but little chance of that. Anyway, our commander trained us to follow a code. We don't kill people that can't defend themselves. And right now... that's you. But I am going to kill you. Because it doesn't matter if you have a code like me, or you're a lawless piece of shit like you. There are just some things... everyone agrees are just fucking wrong." Tears fell from her cheeks, Joel watching her cautiously, his eyes jumping to you every few seconds. Abby slowly stood up before walking away. "You know, it's funny. I have waited so long-"

"Oh, just shut the fuck up and do it already."

"No, listen, we can figure something out. Okay? Please- just, just let me think." You heard Abby mutter something from where she stood, the man above you tensing for a moment. Then, pain scorched through your body yet again. He pulled your left arm further back, grunts of pain escaping you as you tried to lean back with him in attempts to ease the ache. Your legs kicked desperately, your shoes squeaking against the glossy floor.

You were sure your arm was moments away from popping out of its socket, tears welling in your eyes as you watched Joel, your husband looking back at you. You could see it in his eyes, the way he tried to comfort you, silently trying to reassure you that it would all be okay. But you knew it wouldn't. When his eyes traveled back to Abby they darkened, his brows furrowed with anger instead of concern.

"You... stupid... old man." You panted through clenched teeth as you watched Abby near closer to Joel, the golf club secure in her grasp as her knuckles turned white. "You don't get to rush this."

It was like a car wreck, you just couldn't look away; screams and cries escaped your lips and tears fell from your cheeks soaking the floor as you watched her torture your husband. You jumped at every hit of the golf club, your sobs, screams, and pleas eventually falling upon deaf ears.

You watched your husband get beat to death, tortured, hit so hard with the damn golf club it snapped in two leaving Abby to repeatedly punch his head into the wooden floor. With your ear pressed against the floor, the sounds were only amplified, each hit rattling your bones until Joel was left silent, his face caked in blood as he quietly watched you scream and cry for her to kill you instead.

"Abby. Abby." You heard the man above you call out, the girl only ignoring him as she continued to punch. Your face was covered in tears, your head pounding from the tension and stress. Owen had moved the gun from your temple a while ago as he watched Abby, though you were too preoccupied to notice. You felt as though your teeth were shaking, each breath only rattling them more as you began hyperventilating. "That's enough!"

A gunshot sounded out, your cries falling quiet, only soft sniffles and light sobs escaping your lips, your breathing still heavy. It took you a moment to realise what was happening, who had just arrived. "Ellie, no please." You sobbed quietly; though, everyone was too preoccupied with unarming her to listen.

You felt the man on top of you move - likely to subdue Ellie you'd assumed -, your left arm falling harshly onto the floor. Despite the pain that continued to shoot through it along with the throbbing of your broken and mutilated right hand you tried to get up. You heard yelling, some from Ellie and others swears from Abby's people, though it was difficult to decipher with the loud ringing in your ears. Grunts escaped your lips, your body shaking as you tried to get up, that is until you were kicked down again, your jaw aching as it hit the floor harshly.

You sobbed, your eyes just managing to spot Manny on top of you, a bloody cut adorning his forehead. He was rougher than Owen, his boot pushing onto your back rougher as he tugged your arm back further. "Joel!" You heard Ellie yell, your eyes watching your husband as he lifted his fingers whilst Ellie begged for him to get up. "Joel, get up! Joel fucking get up!"

Your throat was raw, whimpers escaping your lips despite your attempts to calm them. "Please- please don't hurt them. Please, I'm sorry. Please." You were almost incoherent.

"End it."

You screamed out, your chest heaving, the pain that echoed throughout your body falling to the back of your mind. You were running out of time. "P-Please. If, if you're trying to get him back for- for your Dad then kill me. Make him, make him feel how you felt. Kill me." You stuttered out through trembling lips. As you sobbed, you saw Abby's head turn to you slightly, your heart lifting for just a moment, and then, she walked to your husband.

It was as though everything went silent, Ellie's cries and pleas along with your own, all you could see was the broken golf club stabbing through Joel's neck. You saw his body flinch as it pierced his skin, his eyes dulling as the life drained from them. Despite the tears covering most of your vision, you could still see it sticking out of his neck. All you wanted to do was comfort him, hold him, clean the blood from his face; but all he got was the cold floor as he met his demise.

Things almost felt like they were moving in slow motion as Abby turned to you, Manny still putting all the weight he could into your back. He continued to pull your left arm back until it finally happened, though, not in the way you had expected. You screamed when Abby kicked, her foot hitting your left arm so hard the bone snapped; Manny let it go as it fell to the floor.

You could hear Ellie's screams. As much as you wanted Abby to end it, all you could think about was how she'd be left alone; again. You felt Abby's boot as she pushed at your torso, flipping you onto your back. Your teeth chattered as you faced death, your body aching. You felt as Abby hit you, again, and again, her fists hitting your face punch after punch.

Part of you thought about how her fists had been covered in Joel's blood, the idea that, in a way, you were able to feel him one last time almost comforting you. "Please stop!" You heard Ellie scream out, your heart aching. Your face felt sticky from the blood, your nose sore and likely broken.

You watched as Abby pulled out her handgun. Before you even had a chance to prepare yourself you heard the bang, heat emitting from your abdomen. You were almost so numb you didn't feel it. Almost. You felt the warmth of blood as it slipped past your lips, your coughs wet and sticky as you groaned and cried in pain. Abby's aim lifted until it was aimed directly between your eyes.

You remembered hearing that the human brain lived on for seven minutes after death replaying its best memories. At that moment, you could only hope it was true. Maybe then you could see Joel again, see his smile, feel his warmth envelop you, wake up beside him again, feel Ellie's arms wrap around you on horseback, have dinner with your family one last time.

Your world went silent. No pain, no emotions, just darkness, silence. But not Ellie's. No. She watched as Abby pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing your forehead and killing you instantly. She felt the pain, she felt the grief, she saw the light shining in from the windows casting shadows past you and Joel's bodies, but she also heard the silence. She heard the lack of cries escaping your lips, the lack of pleas. Before she had wanted you to be silent, for there to be no reason for your cries. But now, all she wanted was to hear your pain again. Because at least that meant you were alive.

[paucubarsisimp]

just the beginning

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: in which you meet pedri for the first time

warnings: none

a/n: i know i said i would do them tmrw but i couldn't sleep and i should probaby go to sleep since its 3:22 am.. but i also have to wake up in three hours. also this was requested on my wattpad!!

it was one of those warm, golden evenings where everything felt a little slower, a little sweeter. the kind where the sunlight lingers just long enough to kiss your cheeks, and the breeze carries that faint promise of summer. you hadn’t planned on staying long at fer’s party—just a casual stop to say hi, maybe chat for a bit and head home. but something about the atmosphere felt… different. lighter. like something was waiting.

you adjusted your dress strap as you stepped through the open patio doors, music playing softly from the living room. familiar voices floated through the space, laughter echoing as groups of friends mingled in the glow of string lights. you spotted fer almost instantly, drink in hand, deep in conversation with a few friends. he caught your eye and waved you over with a grin.

“hey, you made it!” he said, pulling you in for a friendly side hug. “didn’t think you’d actually come.”

you smiled, nudging him gently. “rude. of course i did. your mom guilted me into it.”

“classic,” he laughed, then glanced over his shoulder. “oh, my brother’s here too. he’s around somewhere.”

you nodded, only vaguely remembering that pedri was his younger brother—quiet, kind, insanely talented. you’d never met him in person, just heard stories in passing, and seen glimpses of him on tv when fer insisted on showing you his highlights like a proud dad.

you wandered inside to grab a drink, navigating the gentle chaos of the room when—suddenly—you turned a corner and bumped directly into someone.

your breath caught. “oh, i’m so sorry—”

strong hands caught you gently by the arms, steadying you. “no, that was my fault,” a soft voice said, warm and a little shy.

you looked up… and your heart did a strange little flip.

he was close. too close. he had that boyish kind of softness in his face, curls slightly messy, eyes like warm honey in the low light. and his smile—it wasn’t even a full one, just the ghost of a grin—but it made your knees go a little weak.

“are you okay?” he asked, brows pulling together just slightly.

you nodded, suddenly breathless. “yeah. i mean—yes. totally fine. sorry again.”

he tilted his head slightly, studying you for a beat longer than necessary. “you’re friends with fer, right?”

you blinked, caught off guard. “yeah. i’m y/n.”

his smile deepened, and something about it felt familiar, comforting. “i’m pedri.”

you tried not to visibly react, but the way your heart stuttered gave you away.

“oh. right.” you smiled back, a little shy. “he’s mentioned you a lot.”

“hopefully only the good things,” he teased gently, rubbing the back of his neck.

you laughed, soft and nervous. “mostly. he left out the part where you knock people over.”

“to be fair, i didn’t know there’d be anyone as clumsy as me here,” he said, grinning now.

you both stood there for a moment, the party humming in the background, but neither of you moved. it was like the world around you faded just a little, and you were tucked in a quiet pocket of your own.

“do you… want to go outside?” he asked suddenly, voice hopeful. “it’s kind of loud in here.”

you nodded, smiling. “i’d like that.”

you walked side by side into the garden, your shoulders brushing now and then as you found a quieter spot beneath the fairy lights. the sky was slowly darkening, the stars just starting to peek out. pedri looked up at them, hands in his pockets, a soft look on his face.

“i don’t really do this a lot,” he admitted after a moment.

“come to parties?” you asked.

he shook his head. “talk to people like this. it’s easy with my team or my family, but… this feels different.”

you looked over at him, heart fluttering. “different how?”

he met your eyes, something gentle and a little vulnerable in his expression. “like… good different.”

you smiled, the warmth blooming in your chest spreading out to your fingertips. “yeah. it does.”

he sat down on the edge of the low garden wall and patted the space beside him. you joined him, knees brushing, and everything felt soft and slow. you talked about little things—his favorite place to relax, your favorite rainy day song, the small joys no one really asks about. and every time he laughed or looked at you with that quiet kind of wonder, your heart tucked the moment away like a secret.

at one point, he looked down at your hand resting beside his, and then up at you. “can i…?”

you nodded before he even finished, and his fingers brushed yours, then slowly intertwined. it was the gentlest touch, but it held something real. something new.

“this is nice,” he whispered.

“yeah,” you said, leaning just a little closer. “really nice.”

and in that soft, golden moment under the stars, with your fingers linked and the sound of laughter drifting in from the house, it felt like the start of something you hadn’t even known you were waiting for. something slow and sweet and kind.

maybe even love.

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[sturniolo04]

hii could you make a single dad chris fic based on this

A/n:  ofc! I put a slight spin on it! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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Chris could already tell madison was going to be a handful when she got older. You would think she was simply doing this just because she knows it would frustrate him but I dont think she thought that in he 5 month year old brain.

"madison please keep this in your mouth"

chris huffs out referring to the pink pacifer he was now dusting off for the third time now. For what ever reason madison refused to keep the thing in her mouth. Chris place the piece of plastic in her mouth once more hoping she would leave in her mouth this time. wrong

"no no no leave it"

chris rushes out as soon as he see her begin to push the plastic out of her mouth with her tongue. She really didn't mean any harm she thought is was a funny game. Madison's ehyes gleam into his as she observes chris' face noticing how he seemed to not want her to get rid of this contraption she had in her mouth. The way he held up his hands to signify that she should leave it be but why would she. Madison quickly spit the pacifier out of her mouth once more chris quickly catching it I his hands letting out a groan.

"madisonn"

chris groans out just look at the girl in front of him laiod out on the bed in his room. Madison just starts laughing at the expression his had on his face in front of the girl. Chris quirks and eyebrow up at her giggling and kicking her feet.

"what you find this funny huh"

chris sighs out chuckling lifting her up in his arms rocking her from side to side as she still giggled till she was pink in the cheeks. Chris looked at her for a second once she calmed down from her giggling fit putting the pacifer in her mouth once more to see if she would appease him this time. Nope

"okay thats a good girl"

chris coos out holding her close to his chest patting her back lett her head rest on his shoulder. Madison just as before spitting out the pacifer it falling behind chris' back falling to the floor. Chris subtly pulls madison to be sitting on his hip looking at her as if she didn't just do what he thought she did. Madison's matching blue eyes stare at chris innocently before bursting into another fit of giggles.

"you silly giurl what am i going to do with you huh"

chris chuckles out turning around and picking up the pacifer off of the floor.

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[jibitzlesscrocs]

chris sturniolo x reader

warning : unplanned pregnancy

honeymoon aftermath

in which, chris and reader brings something back from their honeymoon

You and Chris had been that couple. High school sweethearts—the kind everyone knew were going to make it. From holding hands in the hallway to late-night drives filled with whispered dreams of the future, you’d grown together. Grown up together.

So when he dropped to one knee, few years after graduation, holding out a ring with shaky hands and tearful eyes, your “yes” had been the easiest word you’d ever said.

And the wedding? Straight out of a fairytale.

Your bridesmaids shimmered in soft gowns, Chris’s brothers beaming beside him in sleek suits. But when the music changed and you walked down the aisle, every part of the room faded—because the way Chris looked at you in that moment? Like you were made of starlight and he’d been waiting his whole life just to stand in your orbit.

You said your vows, cried happy tears, and when the officiant said “you may kiss the bride,” Chris didn’t just kiss you—he dipped you, grinning like a fool, lips soft and sure against yours. That kiss was the start of forever.

Your honeymoon was everything you imagined—beach sunsets, champagne-soaked laughter, tangled sheets, and whispered “I love yous” in every corner of your villa. The nights were steamy, the days were lazy, and one night… well, let’s just say the wine flowed a little too freely and certain precautions accidentally didn’t make an appearance.

“Oops,” you’d giggled the next morning, sprawled on Chris’s bare chest, both of you flushed and smiling.

“I mean,” Chris had murmured, brushing your hair behind your ear with a sleepy grin, “if that’s the moment we make a baby, it’s kinda iconic.”

You’d laughed. “We said we’d wait a few years, remember?”

He kissed your forehead. “And we will… probably.”

But coming back from paradise, reality began to tug. You started waking up queasy. Your energy was off. And when you realized your period hadn’t shown up—you felt a tiny ping of panic.

That night, curled up beside Chris in your shared bed, you nudged him gently. “Babe?”

“Yeah?” he replied, mouth full of cereal even though it was 10 p.m.

“I think I might be pregnant.”

The spoon dropped into the bowl with a clink. Chris blinked at you, silent for a beat. Then—

“Okay. No big deal. I’ll go get tests.” He jumped out of bed in his sweatpants and slippers, grabbed his keys, then turned back. “Wait. What kind of tests? How many? Do they come in flavors? Is that a thing?”

You giggled through your nerves. “Just… normal pregnancy tests, babe.”

Fifteen minutes later he returned with seven different brands.

“Just covering our bases,” he said proudly, arms full of boxes. “Also, I got you chocolate, and Gatorade. And crackers. I read somewhere that helps.”

You kissed him on the cheek before locking yourself in the bathroom. The three-minute wait felt like an eternity. Chris paced outside like an anxious dad in a 90s sitcom.

When you stepped out, your face was unreadable.

You handed him the test.

He looked down.

Positive.

He froze.

And then—his whole body melted. Eyes welled up. Lips parted in a breathless, joy-struck smile. “We’re… we’re really doing this?” he whispered. “You’re gonna be a mom?”

You nodded, blinking through your own tears. He dropped the test onto the nightstand and wrapped you in the tightest hug.

Then your voice broke through the joy, small and vulnerable. “Chris… I’m scared. This wasn’t the plan. We were gonna wait a few years.”

He leaned back just enough to cup your face in his hands, thumbs brushing away your tears. His smile softened.

“Baby,” he murmured, “the only plan I ever really cared about… was doing life with you. If that means babies now or in ten years—I’m in. I’m all in. You’re my wife. This little baby? That’s ours. And I already love them more than anything.”

You hiccuped a laugh. “Even more than cereal at 10 p.m.?”

He snorted. “Okay, let’s not get dramatic.”

You laughed, leaning into him again. “I guess that wine was magic.”

Chris grinned, hands splaying across your still-flat belly. “Should’ve known. We’ve always had good chemistry. Just didn’t think it would result in a whole person this fast.”

You smiled, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. With his arms around you, everything felt right.

“Guess we’re starting forever a little early,” you whispered.

He kissed your nose. “Best surprise ever.”

mai’s store

love this lowkey

[bella-baby22]

Cluemaster is out of jail, batfam feels

Gotham's never quiet, not really it just tones down the loud from time to time. Bruce actually quite enjoys that about the city he's never really cared for the quiet, but on slower nights like this he knows its only a matter of time before something/someone ruins the break he's having.

"Oracle to Batman you available?"

He breathes out a chuckle before composing himself into Batman once again, "What is it Oracle?"

"There's an... incident happening over in the Bowery I think you need to step in."

He starts his way over, "Who is it this time Hood? Red Robin?"

"It's actually Spoiler."

That actually makes him pause there isn't usually a reason for him to step in with Stephanie. She may work with the bats but she's always been independent and if anyone needs to help her out would take Batman last on any occasion.

"Oracle what am I walking into here?"

There's a tense pause before the answer comes, "Cluemaster is out of jail."

That has Bruce sprinting even faster to the Bowery where he comes across the young vigilante in a screaming match with the rogue.

"Listen here you shitty Riddler rip off! You don't know shit about me or my choices! You were too busy being in jail to remember?!"

"I know enough to know that I should've convinced your mother to get rid of you one way or another, you such a disappointment Stephanie, or should I say 'Spoiler'? Absolutely pathetic..." He sounded drunk but that didn't seem to matter because it hurt her just as bad as far as he could see.

Stephanie's head was down she was quiet had nothing to say and that wasn't like her she was shaking and probably on the brink of tears.

He'd seen enough and dropped between the two, "You should go Arthur. You're not needed here."

"And what do you know bat? This is between the two of us bet you can't tell me anything about her more than I can!" Cluemaster cackles like hes the worlds best comedian.

"She's impressed with the barest hint of support from me or my team, and surprised when I think she can contribute anything because she thinks she's got nothing to offer anyone."

He hears multiple boots on the roof top behind him, "She looks at us like we've shown her a new element when we tell her we love her." Red Robin speaks as he wraps an arm around her.

Red Hood comes up next to Bruce, "Anytime things are going really well she runs, wonder why she's scared of getting attached?"

Nightwing is the next to speak, "She loves waffles and eggplant purple and remember stuff like that? Being patient? that's how we show her she can trust us and care."

"You let her believe those lies you said for so long its hard to show her they aren't true..."

"Black Bat?" Stephanie whispers.

"Not that it's her fault of course, its yours."

"Robin you don't have to," Spoiler starts.

"Tch, of course I don't but this is because of the man child who loved you before we did."

Her breathe hitches and the youngest of them standing up for her so blatantly. She looks to Batman to see what he was going to say after all of this.

"You tried to break her, but she's smart."

"she's pretty." Black Bat adds.

"And super funny," Red hood chimes up from where he's looming in front Spoiler and Red Robin.

"so it's a real pity that you can't see that Arthur," Bruce continues, "When you sober up and change maybe you should call her."

He turns ready to leave and tell his kids to head home for the night.

"And who do you think you are to tell me all this huh, Batman?!"

"We're the ones who love your daughter."

With that they all disappear into the night and head home.

In the cave

Bruce sits on his chair after his shower and sighs waiting for everyone to be done for post patrol debriefing. when he's hit with a fury of muscle and blonde hair as Stephanie wraps her arms around him.

"You didn't have to stand up for me like that, B."

Bruce gives a small chuckle, "Yeah I did, I'm not your dad Stephanie but you're one of my kids and I'll be damned if someone makes you feel like you're anything but the amazing young women and vigilante you've made yourself into."

She gives a wet laugh before nodding," You're pretty great too, B"

[ragingbookdragon]

My Head Is In The Clouds

Simon Riley & Price's Son One-Shot

Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: I made myself sad thinking about my own family :(

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I know that you’re waiting for me like a dog but have some patience for the part of me that’s lost.

He stepped inside the kitchen, setting his keys and the takeout down, before he walked into the living room where his mother was sitting in her armchair, watching a game show. Her eyes lit up and she smiled at him.

“Hey mum,” he greeted, bending down to kiss her cheek. “How are you feeling today?”

She patted her legs and nodded. “A good day. I made some coffee, sat in the garden, and worked on a few crosswords.”

“Good day then?” she nodded again, and he smiled. “I’m glad.” He looked at the armchair across from her. “Where’s dad?”

Her smile faded and she looked down. “Oh…he’s, he’s not having a good day,” she whispered.

He sighed, quietly, and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay, mum.”

“Oh, I know,” she murmured. “I just…he gets so distraught.”

“I know, mum,” he squeezed her shoulder gently. “Let me go see him, yeah?”

“Okay…just, be easy?”

He nodded. “I will.” He gestured to the kitchen. “I got some takeout for you. Why don’t you go get something to eat and we’ll be down later to join you?”

She didn’t respond beyond a shake of her head, and he helped her up, leading her to the kitchen before he turned down the hall and walked towards the bedroom his mother and father shared.

He rapped his knuckles along the wood and opened it, stepping inside.

There's been a hundred times when I don't recognize any of you that love me.

The older man looked up, a flash of surprise coming over his face. “Captain?”

He smiled. “Simon, you look good.” He walked over, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him. “Missus Price says you’re not having a good day?”

Simon frowned, looking down at his worn and wrinkled hands. “I don’t…I can’t remember being this old.”

“I know,” he said, reaching over to brush his unwrinkled hand over the older man’s. “But you are older.”

“You’re not,” Simon replied. “You haven’t aged a day, sir. And you shaved.”

He chuckled. “I owe it all to my good genes.” He looked at the man. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired…and confused.” He frowned, expression switching from anger to desperation to exhaustion. “I can’t remember.”

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “You don’t have to force it.” He squeezed Simon’s hand. “Missus Price is getting dinner ready. Do you want to come down and eat?”

“I ate earlier,” the man scowled.

“We can’t have you surviving off rations. C’mon soldier, up and at ‘em.” He nudged the older man until he stood on shaky legs; he steadied him, letting the older man lean on him as he led him down the hall into the kitchen where his mother sat at the table.

She looked up at them with a gentle smile. “Simon, are you hungry?”

The older man looked at her. “Missus Price, it’s good to see you. John brought me to dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”

Her eyes saddened, but she shook her head. “I don’t mind at all, have a seat.”

He helped Simon sit down, readying his plate and drink, before sitting down beside his mother and making his own plate. An easy silence filled the room as they ate.

The old me hides, while the new me fights.

His fork sat down beside his plate, dinner half eaten, and he looked at the food.

“Simon?” his mother asked softly. “Is everything okay?”

Simon didn’t respond for a moment, then he looked over at him. “I forgot again, didn’t I?”

He gave an understanding look. “Dad, it’s okay.”

His fist clenched, oldened knuckles whitening beneath the skin. “I can’t make myself remember.”

His mother’s eyes dampened with tears, and he felt his own sting his eyes, but he blinked and reached over, laying his hand on his father’s. “Dad, it’s okay.”

“I just can’t make it stick,” he said, voice wavering. “I…I can’t.”

He didn’t say anything, simply rubbed his thumb over the worn knuckles.

Simon looked up, staring straight at him. “You look just like him,” he whispered. “I thought…”

He squeezed his hand. “Spitting image, huh?”

“Only thing missing is the chops.”

A chuckle escaped him. “I think I’ll wait until I’m older to grow those.”

Simon gave a tired smile, looking over at Missus Price. “Hey love.”

She smiled through her tears. “Hi, Simon.”

He watched his father reach over, taking his mother’s hand, staring at one another. He felt his heart ache.

It had started with simple things. Forgetting dates, misplacing items. Then it grew, forgetting where he was, who he was at times, forgetting his wife, and son.

Alzheimer's.

The doctor’s words sounded like background noise and all he could think of was watching the man who raised him turn forget more and more each day to the point that he barely left his bedroom. He had lost count of how many times he’d been called “Captain,” left filling in the blanks of missions he’d never been on, stories and memories he had no claim to, but he never once corrected the man. He let him remember in his own way, the best he could.

Look in my eyes, he's still in there, right?

“Sweetheart?”

His mother’s voice shook him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see them both staring at him, then he felt the dampness on his cheeks. He quickly wiped his eyes.

“Sorry,” he said through the lump in his throat.

Simon looked at him, reached back over and took his hand. “It’s okay, son,” he murmured. “It’s…it’s okay.”

He nodded, feeling more tears grow in his eyes, and he looked back down, unable to help them dripping down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

His mother wiped her own eyes, taking his other hand. “It’s not your fault, sweetheart,” she whispered.

“I know,” he managed. “I’m just…I’m scared.”

“So am I,” Simon said, an honest admission of his own fears he rarely ever admitted. “But we’ll go together, okay?”

He looked up at his father, lips wobbling. “I don’t want you to forget.”

Simon frowned, this time, rubbing his thumb over his son’s knuckles. “I will. But that’s why I need you and your mum to remind me, even if it upsets me.”

He felt more tears fall. “I don’t want to do that to you.”

“I’d rather be upset than pretend,” he said, voice tight with tears glistening in his eyes. “Promise me.” He looked at his wife. “Promise me.”

She nodded quietly and he looked back at his son. “Promise me you won’t let me forget, no matter what.”

He looked at his father, swallowed thickly, and nodded. “I promise.”

Simon squeezed his hand. “And never forget how proud I am of you. Of the man you are. Of the man you will be.”

His lips pursed, trying to keep more tears at bay, squeezing his father’s hand back.

You used to be my heart, and now you're just a face.

He helped the older man into bed, listening to another story about a mission down in Mexico, nodding along and adding his own comments about the supposed rescue his father had done years ago.

Simon laid back, pulling the covers up before gazing at the man beside him. “It’s been good to see you, Captain.”

He nodded. “It’s been good to see you too, Simon. Do me a favor and look after my wife while I’m gone, okay?”

“I will, you have my word.”

“Good man.” He took his father hand. “I’ll see you soon, Simon. You take care, okay?”

“I wish I could go with you, Captain.”

“I know. One day you will,” he said, fighting the urge to break down again; he squeezed his hand. “I need to go, Simon.”

“I know, Captain. I’ll see you later.”

He let go of his hand, walking back to the bedroom door, pausing to look back at his father, already drifting off to sleep. “Bye, dad,” he whispered. “I love you.”

Hello, hello, do you know me? They call me Mr. Forgettable.

[italyveneziano]

Obsessed with what America and England have going on in HetaOni. America's like "I keep having to watch my dad die from overusing his magic in past timelines and not knowing how to stop it is killing me inside but I'm not going to talk to him about it" and England's like "I can't seem to hold a conversation with my son without insulting him but I won't hesitate to use my dying breath to ensure I can protect him from beyond the grave"

[ducktracy]

WHY ARE YOU IN HOSPITAL ARE YOU OK???

the pig and duck excitement came for me once and for all… i knew they’d be my downfall…. they’ve done me in

KIDDING KIDDING yes i’m completely fine, thank you for your concern!! just visiting a family member :) and by that i mean watching the Paul Rudish Mickey shorts on my phone in the lobby. as one should do. BUT YES thank you anon, this actually genuinely is incredibly sweet 🥹💛💛💛

[fluffypotatey]

My fellow zillennial. It's come to my attention that Gen Alpha is apparently making aesthetic tiktoks romanticizing 2020, like they want to be a teenager during that time??? Like no? You don't? I can't even begin to start breaking down how bad that year was in every category. McDonalds apparently now has "standards" yet another rubbish thing to add to the "college degrees make you overqualified with zero experience sorry you can't get this entry job" bucket. And Lunchables news reporters are like 30 years too late to be writing an expose on the toxic levels of metal in that.

people were dying????? we were in a state of panic and isolation???? schools were struggling with the switch to online only classes????

do we all remember the BLM protests and the tips on how to keep your face hidden and how to stay safe from getting maced???? do we remember the pushback against it??? calling on botched stats???

do we even remember the fucking US election???? how heated it got???? how much distrust republicans tried to seed into mail-in ballots?????

and then literally January of 2021, the US legislative house gets stormed in, Texas has a freeze so bad our gridlock shuts down and PEOPLE DIED FROM THE COLD WHILE EVERYONE ELSE MOCKED US FOR FREEZING!!!

2020 was not a good year. it is the furthest from a a good year, but it sure as hell emphasized a motley of issues the world had going on (tho i’m more versed in the US issues bc i live there)

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[nexus-nebulae]

another childhood bucket list item obtained: i finally have a snuggie

[the-acid-pear]

Why did my cooking dream get hijacked by my brain making a William Afton oc and au what was that about.