#been replaying it n god. its so fucking good dude
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thrilled to announce that twewy still goes hard as fuck
#been replaying it n god. its so fucking good dude#i Really wanna 100% it this time.. n im trying not to use guides for as long as possible#which. should be fine for a while ? idk if ill find everything myself tho#the way that twewy uses like. every possible feature the ds has is so so cool. easily the best use of the system ive ever seen#which makes me so glad that some emulators have a way to mimic just closing ur ds . this is THE only game ive seen thatd need that#n seeing the story n characters again after so long.. picking up on things i missed the first time..#n i rly missed the music ingame. some of the songs sound better w the fucked up ds audio and im serious#play twewy. do it. trust#twewy
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Have I talked about Skyrim au? Probably. I know I've at least mentioned it. Anywho. I'd say I'll be brief but I'm laughing at myself. Me? Brief? No way
Remus â Remus is a part of the Dark Brotherhood. They are ! assassins ! He specializes in contracts that are meant to send a message to the general public and he's kind of weird. A bit like Cicero but even Cicero says there's something off about him. He fits in extremely well though and it satiates his blood lust enough for him to actually chill the hell out the rest of the time.
Roman â Roman is a part of the Companions! They are a warriors guild and he has proven himself to be one of the best among them. A true shield-brother! He's also a werewolf in the inner circle (a fact of which Remus is extremely jealous) and he always plays the hero for whatever they have to do.. which is good because its the schtick. Clearing bounties, picking bandits off the roads, whatever. He's up for it.
Logan â Logan is a professor at the College Of Winterhold! I'm going to pretend there is more storyline to the College and actual classes because I love mage Logan and he deserves love!! He actually kind of hates that it's freezing there but he wants to learn more magic so he does. I love him and he is babey. I'm on a Logan kick rn.
Patton â Patton attends the Bards College in Solitude. He learns to play instruments and he travels. Why? Honestly, I just really like the idea of someone thinking he's a stupid bard but he has gossip from across Skyrim and will break his lute on someone's head if he needs to. I don't want to push Innocent Useless Patton; he's a deadly bitch. And bards aren't usually deadly in Skyrim so I'm changing things for him <3
Virgil â Virgil is a vampire in Clan Volkihar but he's often on the roads instead. He's not a big fan of the leader of the clan (Harkon when I catch you Harkon) and was actually friends with his daughter Serana before she went missing (to his knowledge). He was originally a member of the Dawnguard (vampire hunters) but he contracted vampirism and couldn't cure it in time. He treats it as a "you ever have one of those days where this might as well happen?" thing.
Janus â Janus is a thief in the Thieves Guild in Riften. I have been waiting for this. He is one of the best thieves they've got and he's cocky about it. He's basically Vex, except that he's actually better at pickpocketing and sneaking into places. He's also a fence, which means anything stolen that he's given he'll turn around and sell for a profit. He's immensely cocky but it's for a good reason.
Thomas â Dragonborn. Just some dude who turned out to be Dragonborn and is now travelling and oh god, why does he have to meet such interesting people?
Anyway they all know each other. Virgil and Janus are exes, Patton and Logan grew up together, the twins see each other like once in a blue moon but Remus occasionally tries to kill Roman for the fun of it (it's practice!), and I love them all dearly. I'm actually replaying Skyrim so !! Yippee !! I have something to base all this on :D
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Fucking D E V O U R I N G this I L O V E L O V E L O V E it S O fucking much!!! Assassin!Ree, Werewolf!Ro, Mage!Lo, B A D A S S Bard!Patt, Vamp!Vee, Thief!Jan, A N D Character!Thomas in AUs rep??? Sign me the F U C K up holy shit I N E E D it!!!
#also hell yeah pro gaymer that skyrim >:}3#past anxceit mentioned#remus sanders#roman sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#virgil sanders#janus sanders#character!thomas#ts remus#ts roman#ts logan#ts patton#ts virgil#ts janus#sanders sides#thomas sanders#asks#answers#đ anon#not a countdown
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I love you, just you âď¸đŞ [karl jacobs]
[karl jacobs x reader]
âyour boyfriend seems to be too preoccupied with tina to even acknowledge youâ
warnings: angst
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ââgetting singled out; an expression of being excluded, isolated and neglected. something that had never crossed your mind until this very second.
âthat just reminded me of that one time-â karlâs giggle-laugh droned out in your ear as you heard him and tina making another inside joke for the 5th time in the past half hour. originally you had thought this stream was a fun idea, your boyfriend had wanted you to meet one of his close friends, in real life, in a stream, just the three of you.
it was at first, until it became unbearably pathetic for you to be stuck in a room with this atmosphere that anyone could tell was uncomfortable. just for you, though, not them.
you couldn't figure out where it went all wrong, the supposedly innocent âyou laugh you loseâ stream really took a 180, as you now sat there awkwardly looking around the room until the next media share popped up. next to you sat karl and tina, poking one another, trying to make each other laugh; âa part of the challengeâ he says.
your legs shook underneath the shared desk as you looked through chat, trying to thank the donations that the other two seemed to miss, of course they did, being too stuck up each otherâs asses. subtle tears seemed to slightly blur your vision as you read what the viewers sent in chat. it only made you feel worse.
tf is karl doing?
i feel so bad?? what the fuck is going on?
someone tell those two to stfu
i thought karl was y/nâs boyfriend? not tinaâs?
lmfaoo whyâs tina trying so hard to get karls attention đ
you got up from your chair, making an excuse to go to the bathroom. karl didnt even seem to notice anyways. when you entered the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and started to text you and karlâs shared best friend, quackity. ha, seems like he beat you to it.
alex
hey you okay? whats going on in karlâs stream?
you
i dont know
i wanna get out of here
alex
why are they such assholes?
they shouldnt be leaving you out like that.
especially karl
he was right, you didn't deserve this. god you wanted to break up with karl right there and then. but you didn't. instead, you returned back to the stream and patiently waited for it to come to an end. damn they were really having the time of their lives.
bro its been going on for the past hour đ
karl doesnt even deserve y/n tbh
my respect for karl and tina đđ
as the stream slowly ended and tina left the house after saying her goodbyes, it became an uncomfortable silence between you and karl. the lively atmosphere stopped too abruptly, it seemed that karl had finally sensed something was wrong.
âhey baby, you okay? im sorry the stream was a bit long-â
âi think im gonna go to bed. im kinda tiredâ you mutter, going past him to his bed.
âo-oh okay, uhm have a good night-â
you close the door.
karl stood there behind the door that you had just closed, wide eyed. he slowly walked back to his monitor, perhaps you werenât feeling too well?Â
he had planned to edit the stream he had just done, thinking it went pretty well. as he opened up the vod from twitch, he got an uneasy feeling in his stomach. 13 unread messages from quackity on discord?
quackity
karl wtf?
its getting kinda annoying for y/n right now man
KARL
KARL
STOP
this is bullshit
what are you even doing?
karl
youre leaving y/n out
so is tina
dude
hey asshole?
read your texts
karlâs eyes widened as he read through the texts, guilt bubbling up in his stomach. he furrowed his eyebrows as the vod played on his second monitor, shifting his attention to it.
âKARL STOP YOURE GONNA MAKE ME LAUGH STOP POKING MEâ tinaâs voice played from the video. the back of his throat felt tight, panic starting to rise in him.
he continued watching the vod, occasionally skipping to other parts of it when the shame got too much to handle. the visible dismay on your face only helped it grow.
what was he even doing?
as he replayed the chat, his eyes glossed over.
hesitantly getting up from his seat, and taking off his headphones, karl walked over to his bedroom door.
he thought to himself before he opened the door. what should he say? how does he start? was it too late already?
the sight when he opened the door, somehow managed to crack his heart in the slightest.
you were on one side of the bed, far away towards the wall. where he usually slept with you was now empty, his spot on the bed seemed way too accessible now.
the guilt and regret slowly washed over him as he got in, wrapping one arm around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. for some kind of reassurance for himself.
ây/n? are you awake?â
âmm..â
âim so sorryâÂ
âwhat?â you mumbled half asleep and sat up slowly. you were met with karlâs worried, now red eyes, never daring to make eye contact with you.
âyou know i love you, right? and im really sorry, i shouldn't have left you out like that. im sorry for ignoring you and only talking to tina, im just so sorry and i donât blame you if you want to break up, itâs just I didnât mean to-âhe cries.
âkarl, slow down, its fine-â
âi love you, just youâ
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Foolâs Rush In
Part 10
Iâm participating in @wackydrabblesâ prompt 71Â âDont be stubborn. Try it.â
Word Count: 1890
Pairing: Liam and Riley
Thanks @burnsoslowâ for beta reading and pretty much having to drag me across the finish line, as well as all the weeks and weeks of listening to me whine and pity myself. And @emkay512â for pre-reading and your encouraging words late Monday that made my whole night.
a/n: this is crack, plain and simple. I havenât written since mid-october; just been paralyzed with fear over my own writing and this is my practice run and basically the best I could come up with. Iâm going to try so so hard to finish this series
The new royal couple, fresh off their Vegas flight, stepped up to a makeshift podium the press had created on the tarmac. It was packed tightly with news station microphones crammed in every nook and cranny, one on top of the other. Voice recorders were spread across its surface, and the crown's private jet served as the backdrop. A bevy of frenzied reporters -- domestic and international -- pushed and elbowed their way into one another in hopes of getting the closest shot of the newlyweds and a chance to have their questions answered first.
âKing Liam! Is the marriage binding?â
âHow long have you known, Miss Brooks?â
âWere you trying to make a political statement by having a hooker at the ceremony?â
âYour Majesty! Will the monkey be joining your court soon?â
So many questions, most followed by laughter and snickers directed at the King and his bride.
Liam frowned as his eyes dashed side to side in a diligent effort to understand the literally thousands of questions that were lobbed at him all at once. He blinked rapidly as one flash of a camera after the next blinded and bleached his vision. Just as it would return to normal, another successive set of flashes would set him back again.
He had been a part of news conferences since he was a child, when he would watch his late father speak from different parts of the world, near and far, about this policy or that deal. Yet this was different. This was not only the biggest breaking story in Cordonia -- or even Europe -- but one that had swept the world.Â
His drunken actions two nights ago, no doubt, would have created a stir; however, it was Maxwell's post on Instagram of the ceremony that now made him tabloid fodder. Everyone knew about the king who was married by his own brother and an Elvis impersonator, the leg-humping monkey that served as a ring bearer, and the chain-smoking, tube-top-wearing prostitute who was the maid of honor. As confident as Liam had been that he could handle this, as he'd dealt with so many other stories of intrigue regarding the monarchy, he couldn't dispel the twisting feeling that burrowed deep into the pit of his stomach.
Maybe Madeleine was right: he had become a laughingstock. A failure. Just one big fuck up.
As much as he hated to hear the things said about him, he could deal with it. In the morning, he would call Prince Harry to swap stories, survival tips, and perhaps share a good laugh about it.
It was just ...
Liam felt Riley's tiny hand grip his a little tighter. He wouldn't blame her one bit if his little pussycat turned around and headed back up the steps to the jet and returned to Las Vegas. The only thing Liam wanted to do was keep her shielded from the hurtful comments and insensitive questions. But to his astonishment, she stood there with all the feigned confidence in the world, flashing a big, beaming smile that lit his heart on fire, while staring back at him affectionately. She was handling the situation better than she was before they stepped off the plane. He knew she was doing it for him. God, she just makes everything better.Â
Feeling a little more grounded and in control, Liam returned her smile. A touch of radiance sparkled between his eyes and hers, as if it were some sort of unspoken conversation only they understood. Riley knew exactly what he needed at that moment to rise above this scandal they were both being raked over the coals for: He needed her to be okay.
Raising his free hand to calm the crowd so that he might address their concerns, he noticed the press' attention and cameras suddenly shift away from him and into the distance. Murmurs and chatter soon erupted. Naturally, Liam's gaze followed suit -- towards a group of heavily-armed soldiers heading their way. They wore white hazmat uniforms and had self-contained breathing apparatus and personal protective equipment. Leading the charge was a well-dressed gentleman in a three-piece suit with a shiny bald head that glistened with heavy perspiration.Â
He walked like he hadn't shit in weeks.
Liam squinted and lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. âThe hell is that?â
Riley inched closer to Liam and clasped his suit jacket. "What's happening right now? Who are all those people, Liam?"
Liam's forehead creased in puzzlement; he didn't know. Wrapping his arms protectively around Riley, he pulled her even closer but never answered the question. It wasn't until the uniformed men stopped briefly and pointed to Drake, who was standing with his arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs, that it suddenly became clear who they were looking for.
Reporters and onlookers had been so focused on Liamâs return with the American woman, they hadnât noticed that the brooding Walker had exited the jet last among their posse. Just as everyone had watched replays and snippets of Maxwellâs Instagram video, they were also fully aware the Kingâs best friend wasnât exactly returning to Cordonia ⌠healthy ⌠thanks to Maxwellâs Tik Tok sing-along.Â
A video Drake Walker had no clue existed.Â
 The crowd began to disperse in fear and panic. If men in hazmat suits were needed, they could only assume this went well beyond your casual, run-of-the-mill STD.
Still in no mood to play around, Drake started yelling obscenities and gradually backing away from the hazmat brigade that was closing in on him like a cheetah at a water buffalo hole.Â
"Mr. Walker," a heavily echoed voice called out, sounding oddly reminiscent of Darth Vader through their breathing contraption, "we need you to come with us."
"The fuck I do." Drake shook his head emphatically while continuing to slide away from them. "I'll beat the shit out of all of ya if you so much as touch me."
"Now, Mr. Walker, don't be stubborn. Try it, and you'll find yourself with a nice little tranquilizer to the ass. Are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to make this more difficult than it needs to be?"
Drake stood motionless in disbelief. "I don't even know what you guys want or what you think I did," he squawked with a hint of desperation in his tone.
"Tough titties. SEIZE HIM!"
With that order, Drake twisted on the heels of his boots and took off, dodging and weaving away from a bunch of men he had no clue why were even after him.Â
He had a pretty good hunch, though, who set this chain of events in motion.
The bald guy in a three-piece suit walked up to Liam and flipped his badge open. "Your Majesty?"
Liam nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the man's credentials. "I am. What is the meaning of all this? What the hell are you doing with Drake?"
"Sir, if you will, it has come to our attention that Mr. Walker is a public health risk and highly contagious. We will have to secure him into our custody at once."
Liam scrunched up his face in utter confusion and stared back at the official before responding, âHe just has case of crabs, syphilis, herpes, genital warts, gonorrhea, and chlamydia. Youâre treating him like heâs about to start some damn worldwide pandemic. Without sexual contact and with heavy doses of medications and creams, Drake should be able to live a normal life like anyone else. So, as the ruler of this country, I am ordering your men to stand down at once.â
âMy apologies, King Liam, but my orders come from the World Health Organization and the United Nations. You'll need to take this up with them. Dr. Wolfschitz was clear on the protocol."
"Dr. Wolfschitz?" Liam questioned as realization quickly set in. He twisted around to face Leo, who had this enormous shit-eating grin, the likes he'd never seen on him before. "You? You did this?"
âWalker messed with the wrong bull, little bro.â Leo stuck up his pointer fingers on both sides of his head with a menacing scowl and smugness in his tone. âNow he gets the horns.â
Liam swatted away one of Leo's finger horns. âThis is serious, Leo. Not everything is a joke! You're going to fix this, NOW!"
Leo placed a comforting hand on his younger brotherâs shoulder, patting it a few times before speaking softly to him. âLook, I know youâre upset right now. You two were very close. But the Drakester is going to a far better place. Thereâs a big open field and everything where he can run and play all day with others just like him. And all the meaty bones he can eat too ⌠lucky bastard.â
Riley had to bury her face in Liamâs chest to prevent the laugh that threatened to escape, but the bobbing of her shoulders was something she couldnât hide.Â
âNOW, Leo!âÂ
Leo tried to hold his ground but was too weak to resist the impatient glare Liam was burning into his soul. After a brief moment, he rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Why ya gotta be such a dillhole, Liam? Do you realize you get rattled faster than a two-tit turtle on a tightrope? It's really not your best quality, little brother, but we can work on that." Annoyed, Liam rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned as his brother continued, "Either way, Father always said, âif you can't help your fellow man out, you might as well become one of the Walkers.â Truer words were never spoken so eloquently.â Leo raised his eyes to the heavens thoughtfully before thinking better of it and lowered them toward the ground. "May you rest in peace, Father," he shouted.
As Leo trotted off to speak with Bald Dude to confess his false claim, Bastien helped guide Liam and Riley through the rambunctious swarm of reporters and spectators. Once they reached the limo, Liam helped Riley inside as Maxwell rounded the vehicle and climbed in on the other side. Pausing for a moment before sliding in, the King placed his hands on top of the open door of the limo and turned one last time to check on his friend. He swallowed hard over the guilt of leaving him behind. As His Majesty watched in horror, Drake took a tranquilizer dart to the back of the thigh and Bastien insisted the area was a security threat, shoving him inside. They would send another car to transport Drake and Leo back to the palace.Â
Bastien stomped on the gas pedal and sped off, kicking up dirt and smoke as the tires peeled and squealed against the fiery Cordonian asphalt.
When they passed through the airport's security gate, a small motorcade following closely behind, Liam finally lifted his head, his eyes growing wide when he realized what just happened: Bastien's shove had sent Liam flying across the seat to land face-first into a lap â her lap.Â
He stayed frozen in place, unable to look anywhere but the two slender, bronzed legs peeking out below the hem of his new wife's dress.Â
Riley lifted an eyebrow, a slight grin dangling from her plush pink lips. "Something you wanna say, Your Majesty?"
Everything that had just happened in the 15 minutes since they landed was long forgotten. Drake who? Liam glanced up with a devilish smirk. "Welcome to Cordonia, Pussycat."
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Pull Up
Bakugo x fem!reader
TW: Swearing, mentions of alcohol but no actual drinking, Bakugo throwing hands
Note: i got this idea from @liltodo
College AU
This was just supposed to be pulling up to his house but the party idea was just spontaneous and happened while I was in the middle of writing so I just went with it
Also, I still aint good at writing fights đ it just gets repetitive because its just a lot of punching. And I personally wouldn't wanna read that so im not gonna write it. But enjoy
As of recently, there's been talk of a TikTok video that was going around your campus. You hadn't exactly seen it, which was odd considering everyone said you were the subject of said video.
And no matter how much you asked people for the video, or account no one would tell you or show you. They wouldn't even show your friends.
At this point, you were sure a majority of the campus had seen the video. Even your boyfriend, Katsuki, had heard about it, and he couldn't care less about the media.
But that was least of your worries as of now, because you and your friends were about to go to a party to release the stress of this week. Of course, it was at a frat house party, so you knew most of you were all going to leave wasted and tripping over your own feet.
This is exactly why Katsuki was coming in the first place. He'd never admit it, but it was so he could protect you from random creeps. Denki and Hanta would always say they'd do it so Katsuki could keep to his old man sleep schedule. But inevitably failed, as they'd get distracted by any pretty girl as soon as they walked through the door.
Katsuki also didn't trust Ubers, hence he was also designated driver for the guys while Momo was yours.
"Katsuki, hurry up! The others are waiting for us." You beckoned your boyfriend, turning over your shoulder to see him lagging several steps behind you.
"Don't tell me what to do, this is your fault y'know? I could be asleep right now if you weren't going to this stupid party." He grumbled, stuffing his hands deeper into the pockets of his sweatpants.
"Well, if its that bothersome, then you can go home and sleep." You tested him, knowing full and well that he'd stay.
Katsukis back straightened for a moment, making his face visible as he tilted his hooded head up. He scoffed, before slouching back down into his normal posture.
"Bakubro, Y/n, over here!" You heard Eijiro call. You turned to look ahead, and saw everyone waving in your direction.
You rushed over. You took turns hugging Mina, Momo and Jiro, and as you turned to hug the boys, you realized they were all talking quietly.
"No dude, Katsuki is gonna flip his shit." Kirishima whispered to Kaminari. "Yeah, but like, shouldn't he be allowed to know? Its kinda his business." Sero insisted.
"Whats my business?" Katsuki grunted, brows already furrowed, like he knew he'd be upset about whatever it was.
"N-nothing Bakubro!" Kirishima blurted, jumping back and holding his phone to his chest.
"Kirishima! They both have the right to know!" Mina told him, snatching his phone, and holding it out to you and Katsuki.
The video started, and the 'Let's Link' TikTok audio started. The back green screen picture was a screenshot of one of your Instagram posts. One where you were in a rather form fitting outfit, and in a pose that showed off your body shape.
The whole time during the "I like you" portion of the audio, he was pointing up at your picture, and grinding.
And then cut to a video of you playfully flipping off Katsuki, the boy flipping him off along with you. The whole time, he mouthed "dont give a fuck bout yo boyfriend.".
As the video replayed, you realized you knew the guy in the video. You had a class with him, and tutored him every now and then. And on top of that, the party you were going to was his.
Katsuki must've noticed this too, because he stormed off to his car.
And he must've been beyond mad, because he damn near broke his door with the way he flung it open. Denki, Eijiro, and Hanta all chased after him, somehow managing to not get dragged and/or run over with the way he peeled out before they could even fully get in.
"Holy shit, everyone get to the car." You said, grabbing Momos hand and pulling her towards her car. Mina and Jiro rushed behind you.
You all piled in, and Momo started up the car. You were struggling to keep up with Katsukis speed.
"Momo, go faster!" You told her, hearing Katsukis wheels begin to screech. "But I'm going the speed limit!" Momo told you.
"Would you rather get a speeding ticket or be a murder witness?" You asked her. Momo contemplated for a moment before speeding up.
You arrived at the party at the same time as the boys, thankfully. But before you could even fully stop and park the car Katsuki was already storming towards the front door, the guys chasing after him.
You got out of the car before Momo completely parked, and chased after him.
"Katsuki-" You tried to call out to your boyfriend, who was almost literally fuming. But as soon as you got the last syllable of his name out, he already blasted the front door open.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS JORDAN?!" Katsuki yelled, palms already emitting small explosions.
"Dude, my door-" Before Jordan could get his last word out, Katsuki was on him in an instant. He had Jordan by the collar, raised off the ground, back against the nearest wall.
Katsuki unlocked his phone to display the TikTok he has sent to himself god knows when. "This you?" Katsuki asked Jordan, holding the phone to his face.
"Y-yeah, but i-it was just a joke!" Jordan sputtered. "WELL IT AINT FUCKIN FUNNY. DO YOU SEE ME LAUGHING?" Katsuki barked, making Jordan flinch.
"L-look dude, I'm sorry, it didn't mean anything. I don't want any trouble." Jordan pleaded, beginning to physically shake.
"Yo, Katsuki, its just a video, chill-" Denki tried to soothe Katsuki, placing a hand on his shoulder. "SHUT IT, SPARKY, ITS MORE THAN THAT, THATS MY GOD DAMN GIRLFRIEND." Katsuki shouted, making Denki jump back.
While Katsuki had his head turned, Jordan took the chance to land a blow to Katsukis cheek.
However, it clearly didn't give the effect Jordan expected. All Katsuki did was scoff in his face. I mean, he's been punched by All Might, a basic punch wasn't gonna do much.
After a moment of all of you sitting in fear and suspense, Katsuki slammed Jordan to the ground and started punching him till his face started going purple. The collar on Jordan shirt was holding on for dear life, but Katsuki wasn't letting up.
Eijiro clearly wanted to intervene, but cringed away from the scene upon seeing Jordans swollen face, and hearing Katsuki give him quirk enhanced slaps.
At this point, there was blood splattering in all directions, and you knew you needed to intervene before someone actually got killed.
"Katsuki, that's enough!" You grabbed your boyfriends bicep, pulling it back. You both knew he could've easily shrugged you off and continue, but he decided to calm down for you.
He let go of Jordans tattered collar, standing up straight and taking jagged breaths.
Jordan spit out several teeth, and mouth full of blood, before seemingly passing out.
Katsuki stepped back, turning to you. His bloodied hand grabbed your wrist, and he leaned in next your ear.
"We're leaving." He told you, before tugging you towards the door.
He stopped right before stepping out, turning around to face everyone.
"NONE of you saw shit, and tell dick face to make up a lame excuse. If any of you snitch, ill kill you." He growled, staring to tug you back to the car.
"Fucking bastards..."
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dance partners
requested by: @danicarosaline (literally forever ago bc i suck)
summary: you and jj had been besties for as long as the rest of the pogues, but everyone always thought it was strictly platonic. one night at a kegger, though, your relationship with the blonde changes drastically. (we love a lil friends-to-lovers moment!) word count: 2.9k
âthis is gonna be an epic night, guys.â
âjj,â you said, rolling your eyes with a light laugh. âyou say that on the way to every kegger. we all know youâre just excited to get fucked up.â the rest of the pogues chimed in, agreeing with you as jj flipped you off. the walk to the kegger was longer than most people would be willing to trek, but it was always your favorite part of the night. walking from the Chateau to the Boneyard was one of those little things that probably wouldnât mean much to anyone else, but times when you could simply bicker and laugh with your best friends meant the world to you.
ây/n, you need to learn to look forward to these kinds of things. you only live once, you know.â he reached out to you, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side as the other hand, in the shape of a fist, lightly ruffled the top of your head. you grabbed the hand that was resting on your shoulder, spinning yourself out of his gentle grip and conveniently forgetting to remove your hand from jjâs when you were free of his hold. to your left, kie, pope, and john b were exchanging suspicious glances, immediately noticing the lingering touch between their friends. kie snorted in surprise, but other than that, they all kept their mouths shut.
soon enough, the five of you had arrived to the scene of the party. within a few minutes of getting there, you all had red solo cups in hand, spreading out on the beach to mingle a little. after kie got her first refill, always having been the quickest drinker of the pogues, you two broke off from the boys, arms linked together as you roamed around the beach. somehow there was music flooding the beach, and neither you nor kie could stop yourselves from letting out a few dance moves to the songs you knew. you chatted and laughed at the antics of the already drunk teenagers scattering the sand, pointing out those who were doing the funniest shit. âokay, wait. we canât laugh at those girls,â kie said, nodding toward two kook girls who were clearly too far gone, dancing messily with each other. a small flock of guys had begun to cheer the two on, but they seemed too busy enjoying each otherâs company to notice. âthatâs gonna be us in like, an hour.â you both laughed loudly, clinking your cups together before downing the rest of their contents without anymore words.
once you had emptied your cup, you turned to figure out how far youâd strayed from where the keg sat. as you scanned the beach, your eyes met jjâs, immediately earning a smile from your friend along with a raise of his own cup. you flipped yours upside down with a joking pout, indicating to the blonde that you were already out of ammo. he waved for you to come over to him, and you nodded with a smile before holding up a finger and turning back to kiara. before you could say anything, you noticed the sudden amused glint in her eye and she began to talk. âpope and jb are making fools of themselves again. iâm gonna go get in on that. iâll catch up with you later?â you laughed at the two boys she had pointed out, both seemingly trying to limbo without reason.
âyeah, i got jj, so iâll find you later. good luck with the other morons!â and with that you were parting ways, kie heading straight as you turned and made your way over to jj. âyou gonna get me a refill or what, pogue?â
jj bowed sarcastically, grabbing your cup and falling into step beside you as you moved toward the keg. âitâd be my genuine honor, princess.â you scoffed at the nickname, bumping jjâs hip with your own. once again, his arm found its way around your shoulders, and the two of you swayed clumsily over to the source of the beer. âtwo refills, dude,â jj called to the kid manning the keg. once your cups were full again, you and jj found yourselves a seat in the heart of the chaos, perched on a fallen tree branch that some other pogues were standing in front of. as you laughed at the scene playing out before you (a bunch of touron guys standing in the middle of a circle of people doing âparkourâ), jj watched you with a smile. the two of you bantered a little, mocking the actions of the people around you as you tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes burning into you. after a few minutes of trying to avoid his glance, you finally gave in. when you caught his eye, the glance you expected to exchange was not at all what you got. in all honesty, youâd never really seen jj with that expression. he looked... smitten. you raised your eyebrows at him, laughing again. âare you laughing at me now? donât you know better?â
your eyes widened at the question, your cup-less hand immediately coming up to his chest to hold him back from any attacks. âno,â you corrected. âiâm laughing at your face, because i think it might be broken or something. you canât make a face like that and expect me to take it normally. donât you know better?â you were leaning into him tauntingly as you spoke, smiles spreading across both of your faces as you did.
ây/n,â jj teased back. âare you trying to get me to kiss you? hm?â your hand then fell from his chest, and you let out a scoff. jj, on the other hand, wasnât satisfied with that being the end of the conversation. he lifted a hand to flick back a piece of hair that had fallen onto your shoulder, and that same hand somehow found its way to the side of your face. though you were still smirking confidently and comfortably, your insides were getting all sorts of twisted up. what was he doing? was this whole thing still just a joke? âi donât know if you know this, but, if you are, you donât have to try that hard. kinda donât have to try at all.â jj was now wearing an expression you recognized. it was his iâm hot, and i pull girls, and i know it expression. for some reason, that pissed you off a little. slightly offended, you knocked his hand away from your face, turning back to face the tourons. you felt his gaze linger on you, but before either of you could do or say anything else, the rest of the pogues had materialized before you.
all three of them decently drunk at that point, john b and kie were laughing hysterically as pope dazedly looked between you and jj. hopping down from the tree branch and taking a step toward them, you decided to ignore popeâs obviously noticing that something had just happened. âwhatâs so funny?â you asked, internally hoping whatever they were giggling at would be enough to lift your spirits again. while they explained the joke they couldnât get over, you essentially downed your second drink. at the tail end of the explanation, jb and kie both broke into more laughter, and this time you joined them. when the laughter faded, you spoke again, this time only to kie. âcome get a refill with me?â
kiara looped her arm through yours, nodding with a smile. âof course! weâre off!â
after one more fleeting look at jj (a glance he caught, and even tried to hold), you and kie were walking away. against your own will, you let out a sigh, shoulders slumping a little as you replayed the past few minutes in your head. this time, you got a refill and remained standing by the keg, kie next to you with a drunk but concerned pout on her face. ignoring her, you downed your third drink within a minute, quickly stepping back up for another. thatâs a bit better, you found yourself thinking as all the drinks seemed to hit you at once. turning to kie, you smiled insincerely. âwhat are you thinking about, my little drunk?â her eyebrows knitted together at the question, her head tilting knowingly. she was asking you the same thing. letting out a puff of air, you rolled your eyes but explained yourself nonetheless. âiâm fine! jj just like... implied that he wanted to kiss me or something. iâm just confused, i guess.â
âhoney, i just watched you down a cup and a half of beer that you donât even like. i may be a little bit drunker than you, but i think youâre something other than confused.â her arms crossed insistently across her chest, some of the liquid in her cup falling onto her arm in the process. she giggled at her own mistake, trying her best to wipe the drink away and looking back to you expectantly. âare you gonna explain, or should i go ask jj what he did to you?â
at that, you were vigorously shaking your head. âno, no, no. itâs not that big of a deal. it was just unexpected. i mean, jj hitting on me? thatâs weird, isnât it?â kiara simply shrugged, letting you continue the tangent she knew you were about to go off on. âitâs kind of annoying, too. iâm his best friend. at least, one of his best friends. and now heâs gonna try to, what, conquer me? like he does with the desperate tourons? iâm not a fucking touron. it couldâve been a really sweet moment if he hadnât--â
âwait, a really sweet moment?â kie interrupted. âoh my god. you wanted him to kiss you!â without hesitation, your hand was clamping over her mouth, both of your eyes wide. peering over your shoulder, you caught eye contact with jj once again from across the beach. he waved nervously, and you threw him a tight lipped smile in return. easily distracted by the boy, your hand fell from kieâs mouth. when she realized she had some leeway to speak, she lowered her voice so only you could hear her words. âawww, you guys are so cute! seriously, since when was this a thing? and how come you didnât tell me?â
you shook your head lightly, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you answered. âitâs not really a thing. i mean, i donât think it is? iâve had this little crush on jj forever, but i never let myself feed into it because itâs jj, you know?â kie nodded sympathetically, tossing a comforting arm over your shoulder. âbut now heâs acting weird, and i donât know what that means.â
taking a deep breath, kie forced you to fully face her, placing a hand on each of your shoulders. (actually, she had one hand on one shoulder, and the other held her full cup, which was being balanced on top of your other shoulder, but it was close enough.) âhereâs what i think you should do,â she began, grabbing your full attention at the implication of a solution. âbe you. itâs jj, y/n. heâs fucking weird. but, i donât think you should assume he hasnât had a little crush on you forever, too, because iâd say he has. but donât tell him you got that knowledge from me.â you raised your eyebrows, opening your mouth to question her so-called knowledge but being cut off by your friend. âso what iâm saying is, just do what you always do. donât freak out, or start avoiding him, or any of that shit. just be y/n, be normal, and iâm sure jj will be jj, in that terrifyingly concerning jj way. if somethingâs gonna happen, itâll happen. and if not, youâre still y/n and jj, right?â you nodded slowly as you took in her words, your subconscious registering them as the truth. âoh, and one more thing: get drunk with me, please!â even when she was drunk, kie knew just what to say in times of distress. so you listened to her.
you took a few more seconds to let the nerves leave your body and mind, but soon enough you were back with the boys again, in that same spot next to jj. he seemed a little surprised by your return, but didnât verbally question it. you bumped you shoulder against his with a smirk, and when he concluded that you werenât upset, his arm was tossed back around your shoulder like nothing had happened.
within thirty minutes, youâd almost forgotten how weird jj was acting. instead, you were focused on being with your friends, and having fun. kiara, pope, and john b eventually began dancing foolishly, tripping over each other and laughing at their own actions. you and jj remained perched in your seats, both swaying and singing along to the music surrounding you. after a few songs of simply watching your friendsâ drunken dance moves, jj was hopping down from his spot and putting a hand out for you just as the song changed. you looked at him hesitantly, laughing when he impatiently shook the hand that he wanted you to take. âcâmon, princess. youâre my dance partner. letâs go!â succumbing to his persistence, you put your hand in his and let him pull you from your seat and move you a few steps closer to the source of the music.
conveniently enough, jj had chosen a decently scandalous song for the two of you to dance to. the movements between you were goofy and innocent for the first few moments of the song, but when the bass dropped just before the first chorus began, you felt like every ounce of alcohol youâd had that night was hitting you at once, and your body was basically moving itself. you let jj pull you flush against him as your hips swayed with the beat, your back pressed firmly against his front. he followed your movements, one hand in yours as he tried not to focus too much on the way your ass was moving against him. with one particularly powerful roll of your hips, you had jj lightly groaning behind you, drawing a chuckle out of you as you spun in his arms. âwhat, you wanted me to be your dance partner and now you canât handle it?â at that point, you were unbelievably aware of how close your face was to jjâs, but kieâs words were ringing through your head loud enough to keep you from moving away. if somethingâs gonna happen, itâll happen.
jjâs arm snaked around your lower back as the two of you continued to dance while you quietly talked. âoh, no, princess. i can handle it.â
âthen whatâs the problem, dance partner?â your free hand came up to jjâs shoulder, fingers lightly grazing the nape of his neck, and you gave him a small, satisfied smile. maybe kie had told you to act normal, and this wasnât normal, but it was fun, and you had gotten just as drunk as sheâd wanted you to, so who was complaining?
âno problems here. absolutely none,â jj insisted quietly. suddenly, that smitten look from earlier was back on his face. before you could react, the hand that had been stationed on your back was moving to your cheek. he tugged you a centimeter closer, studying your face as he did. when your expression didnât change, your eyes just flickering down to his lips and back to his eyes, he knew what his next move was. without giving himself another second to overthink it, his closed the gap between your mouths, both of your eyes now shut as you melted into each other. the music was long forgotten, and the (extremely loud) hoots and hollers of surprise from the other pogues were ignored. the hand youâd had around his shoulder was now raking through his hair, and his was holding the back of your head steady. neither of you moved away from the other until the song was changing, and you both realized that the volume of your friends would soon draw a lot of attention to the two of you. when you pulled back, you locked eyes with jj for a few seconds before breaking into laughter and burying your face in his shoulder. âwhat? am i that bad? you laughinâ at me again, princess?â
you pulled yourself away from the shelter youâd found in his shoulder to look at him again with a surprised smile. âthatâs your main concern right now, jj?â he laughed with you, pulling you back into a hug. âby the way,â you murmured in his ear so none of the eavesdropping pogues could hear. âweâre gonna have to talk about that âprincessâ thing, because i donât know if i can handle it.â
jj released you from the hug, smiles plastered on both of your faces as you finally turned to face your friends, who were full-on applauding at that point. âwe can talk about the âprincessâ thing later, princess. letâs take a walk first.â and just like that, you and jj were waving sarcastically to your friends, refusing to otherwise acknowledge them (or answer any of the burning questions they were throwing at you), and heading off to a quieter part of the beach. the walk to this kegger had been fun, but you doubted anything could top the walk you and jj were taking now.
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never ever || katsuki bakugo x reader ||
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x F!ReaderÂ
Summary: Jealousy turned into anger and anger turned into a fake relationship. Neither of you were ever this way, looking back where did it all go wrong?
Waring(s): cursing, angst, alcohol, jealousyÂ
Word Count: 1885
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âAre you sure you donât wanna go back and talk to him?â your friend asked as she handed you a beer. âIt would be better to talk than to ignore the issue.â
You thanked her and grabbed the beer. âWith the way how things are going...I rather have space for both of us to cool down.â
âI donât think thatâs what you really want though.â a voice behind you spoke up making you turn around to see your long-time friend since high school.
âWell you are an expert in relationships Hitoshi.â you chuckled and hugged him tightly.
âThatâs why I am here to help my dear friend out of this mess.â he joked.
âI told you I am fine.â you said, âI will know how to deal with this.â Ally shook her head as she heard your words.
âI donât believe it. Come on have you ever thought about...leaving him?â she suggested.
You thought back to all the fights you had and the meaningless petty arguments. You didnât even remember the last date you two were ever been on, ever since you entered your last year of college everything started to become different. You forgot all of the happy memories you had together.
âAs much as things have gotten worse...â you sighed and drank your beer feeling the cold liquid move its way down your throat. âI love him...you have no idea how many people have told me to leave him...â
The little bell rang signaling another customer had arrived. His eyes scanned the place looking for a familiar face. âAt times I have thought about calling it quits...â you admitted. Hitoshi wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
âItâs okay,â he said.
âGet the fuck off of her before I break your arm.â Bakugo threatened. Youâve never turned around so quickly before.
âBakugo,â you said.
âDude weâre only friends and I was consoling her-â Hitoshi explained but he didnât believe any word coming out from his mouth.
âI didnât ask you. Let her go before I make sure you never walk again you son of a bitch.â Bakugo said as his jaw tightened.
âIâm not afraid of you.â your friend got up and stood eye to eye with him.
You got in the middle of them both and pushed Bakugo back. âIâm here trying to have a good time with my friends. You have no right to barge in here like this.â you glared at him.
âI came here right on time to make sure this wannabe idiot troll doesnât do anything to you.â
âOh buddy Iâm not the one who should be afraid of losing something-â Hitoshi edged him on further making Bakugo grab on to his shirt and pulled him to him.
âStop it!â you yelled, âLetâs go Bakugo.â you managed to pull them apart before he did anything to your friend.
âBakugo!â you angrily exclaimed. âLet him go!â
Finally, he let Hitoshi go and finally walked away with you. âThis isnât over.â Bakugo held your wrist and walked out of the bar. His grip was strong making it difficult to ease his hold. You could have sworn your hand was about to go numb.
âWhat are you doing?!â you yelled as Bakugoâs hold got tighter on your wrist. âHey!â you tried pulling away but nothing was working till you had enough and decided to kick him on the back of his leg.
âWhat the hell?!â he glared at you as he rubbed the spot you hit him on.
âI told you to let go and you didnât listen!â at this time all you wanted was to get away from him. âWho the fuck do you think you are dragging me outside like a dog?! I was with my friends!â
âI kept calling you but you never answered then I walk inside and see some guy all over you.â he sneered âI understand now why the fuck you wonât come home anymore.â
Sadness clouded down your features, you looked away feeling like a coward all of a sudden. âYou know why...â
âNo, I donât. But how you were acting in there itâs clear to me now,â he said.
âYOU FUCKING KNOW WHY!â you screamed as the anger kept rushing up to the surface and it finally exploded.
At this point, you didnât care who was looking. âI apologized already last time...â he lowered his voice âWhat other shit do you want me to say?!â
âAnd you have the balls to come and get me thinking its okay?â questioned looking him in the eyes. âYou promised me...youâd be more understanding but you canât even trust me when Iâm out alone.â
âYou pulled that same shit on me last time.â he blurted out âDid you think that i forgot?â
âI did that one time!â you exclaimed âI havenât done it since then. You on the other hand canât even let me have fun with my friends!â
Bakugo chuckled bitterly as he looked at you. âYou know thatâs not true either.â
You breathed in trying to calm yourself before youâd say something you would end up regretting later on. âLook...we talked about this. We promised each other weâd give it another chance to actually trust one another. Iâve been doing my best the least you can do is the same Bakugo.â
He had to admit hearing you say his last name felt like someone tore apart his heart. Hearing you say it so bitterly made him feel more regretful than he already felt for how he had treated you before. He was trying his best to trust you but kept fucking it up each time his anxiety grew. What the hell was wrong with him?
âI have slowly started to trust you! I saw the way that girl looked at you yesterday at the cafe. I didnât say anything and let it go...it was eating me inside how she kept flirting with you. But I didnât bother with it....â you sighed âWhy canât you do the same?...â
His gaze moved to the ground trying to form a complete thought to your question. But each time he does his head keeps replaying the image of that guy being close to you. Bakugo knew him, he understood there was nothing going on between you two still it was impossible for him to see that.
âBecause I know the kind of guys you attract.â he blurted âYou didnât seem like you wanted to get away from him in the first place.â
âWhy...â your eyes were slowly turning glossy âW-why...are you trying to sabotage everything weâve worked...so hard for...â
âIâm not ruining anything. You have been the one to not care about how I feel!â
âYou say I donât care?â you chuckled in disbelief, âI have tried everything to make this right between us, and you god damn know it!â you exclaimed pointing your finger at him. âI tried going to so many people to find a solution for this. I stayed up thinking what the hell did I do so wrong for our love to suddenly disappear!â small tear droplets began to fall from your eyes. âI kept pushing on with this relationship for the sake trying to recover what we once had...and all you have ever done since then is pick fights with me.â
Bakugo stood still with his hands on his hips and an expressionless face. âYou still wonder why I donât bother coming back to the one place I used to call home?â you wiped away your tears angrily, âI tried being patient with you...but I donât even know why the hell I bother to try and mend something that probably doesnât have a chance to repair.â
He swallowed down the lump in his throat, his gaze turned to you. âIf you felt like giving up...â the next words he said felt foreign as if someone else had taken over his body to speak them. â...you shouldâve done it a long time ago then.â
âI thought you loved me...â you whispered, âI guess I was foolish to think that maybe...you would end up changing your ways...â
âThis was never an us.â he emphasized on âneverâ making your heartbreak into little pieces. A sudden pain took over your chest, you never believed people died from broken hearts, but now you understood that wasnât a myth.
âPlease...donât hurt me like this...â you cried not caring what he thought about your appearance.
Bakugo blinked away the tears âIâm not...you said I never told you the truth so now I am. This was never working not even from the start...I donât even know why the hell I stood by for so long. Those people were right we shouldnât even have gotten into this in the first place.â
âAnd you know why I decided to not give a fuck about what they said?!â you raised your voice âDo you know what I told them when they come out with that none sense?!â
âWhat something cheesy like you always respond with.â he retorted and smirked.
âThat I would give up anything to be with the man that I loved.â his eyes widened for a moment but returned back to normal in a second. It was evidently clear that even he saw how much people told you to leave him. Even then you didnât budge one bit always came back and tried talking it out no matter how stubborn he was. He was acting like an asshole to the women who always believed in him.
âBut looking back now...â you sniffled not looking at him, âMaybe...it was for the best that we never met.â
ây/n...â he whispered.
âItâs obvious that...you donât care anymore...â you tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ear. âI donât want to feel stuck in an endless loop filled with a cold shoulder and heartless feelings. Iâm not going to continue this...Iâm too tired to continue this...â everything in your body collapsed from the inside. Bakugo was having an eternal breakdown seeing you so weak and fragile, he had time to fix things when instead all he did was increase your hardship.
âLook I-â
You raised your hand to stop him from talking. âYou win...so please just leave me alone and donât...contact me again...Iâm done.â with a swift movement you walked passed him. His world suddenly stopped and all he saw from the corner of his eyes was your figure leaving...forever.
He closed his eyes tightly letting all the tears roll down his cheeks while his hand tightly formed a fist. âIâm sorry...â was all he said wishing that you heard his apology.
â(y/n)!â a friend of yours yelled and ran over to you seeing you worked up. âAre you okay?â
âyeah...â you weakly responded, âCan we head back Iâm kinda...not wanting to stay here anymore.â
âSure...we can head back to my place instead.â she said.
You thanked her and held on to her as she led you back to the car. Bakugoâs phone buzzed multiple times but ignored it. He hit the car so many times not feeling any pain despite the blood that was coming down the side of his hand. âIâm sorry...Iâm so sorry...â
âWe can change and learn to grow apart...but my heart as much as it was beaten down and broken by you will always find its way back to you...â you thought.
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Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader - CH 3
Spencer Reidâs first impression of the Reader is mixed. Sheâs âaudacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.â and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it.
CHAPTER ONE HERE
CHAPTER TWO HERE
A/N:Iâm writing a Spencer Reid x Reader multific! The series will be intense and 18+. Age gaps, Explicit sexual content (dom/sub dynamics/kinks), angst, family issues, dark themes including: violence, suicide, murder, death, blood, and drug use and addiction. (Chapters will of course have trigger warnings depending on the content) HIGHLY recommend you listen to the playlist as you read!Â
A/N2: This chapter is the most wholesome one in the whole series! Other then the kinky smut LMAO. No for real though, this is as fluffy as it gets. Next chapter gets um... well youâll see!Â
TW: Language, Age gap, use of âLittle Girlâ as pet name, explicit sexual content (light degradation & unprotected sex), mentions of death, smoking weed, mentions of violence
Fic Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4WYosdR6Tz4y9lsmUghoMU?si=ZvyS_2oqSDW95PxULRs2fQ
The seconds of ignorant bliss after opening your eyes for the first time since a night of horrible decisions didnât last as long for Y/N anymore. Pains and aches serving a reminder of all the apologies that were owed from her. Instant dread and distaste for confrontation swirled in her stomach. Ah but she deserved it all. The night was blurry, but from recollection, it was only Teddy. Heâd dropped her off home, she remembered that. From where? Who knows, but it probably didnât matter. Teddyâs services didnât really warrant (nor did Teddy want) a heartfelt, apologetic phone call she decided. Instead a simple, âthxâ text sufficed.
She stepped out of her room, pleased with the sight of her roommate rolling a joint on the kitchen table. âGood fucking morning.â she meant it. The weed would ease the sting of the bruises and busted lip. Â
âMorning.â Kena said, licking the joint to seal its precious contents. âWhat the fuck happened to you last night?â making a face of amusement.
The friends bursted out in laughter in unison.
âGot my ass beat.â Y/N started telling the story as Kena lit the j. âRemember âRecord Shopâ Dudeâ?â
âDo I remember? You guys fucked for like a week straight. Thought you guys were gonna get married.âÂ
âWell,â she couldnât contain her laughter anymore, âApparently he has a girlfriend. Theyâve been together for three years.âÂ
Kena passed her the joint laughing, âApparently.â she watched as her friend inhaled the smoke, âIâll never understand why you don't fight back every time. Iâve seen your left hook, itâs deathly. Itâs like you like getting your ass kicked.âÂ
Y/N finished the joint, putting it out. âYeah, I get off. Masochist, remember?â she said in a serious tone. Kena understood the satire of her response.Â
âWhatâre your plans tod-â she was cut off by her phone ringing. She saw the unknown number and smiled putting it on speaker for Kena to hear. âIâm fucking broke!â she shouted as Kena laughed. âYou canât scam me! I donât have any fucking money to steal!âÂ
The line went silent and they awaited the confused stutter of some telemarketing con artist. And a confused stutter came.Â
âY/N? Itâs Spencer.â he paused, âSpencer Reid?â he paused again. Perhaps sheâd forgotten him. âDr. Spencer Reid?âÂ
âI know who you are.â Â
Kena looked at her friend in confusion, but she was busy replaying the events of the previous night. Spencer had called Teddy, from the parking lot of a shady...her memory stalled, liquor store.Â
âHoly fuck Iâm such a piece of garbage.â was the only thing her subconscious could render.Â
âI am so fucking sorry. Holy shit. Thank you for last night, dear fuck. Iâm sorry about that. And for screaming at you! I didnât have your number saved.âÂ
Spencer lightly sighed. She remembered. âItâs okay. How are you feeling?âÂ
âUh, great.â she stammered, âIâve woken up a lot worse.âÂ
Spencer could hear the slight embarrassment in her voice. âGood, good.â he took a deep breath, âWell I was wondering if maybe I could take you out to lunch? Weâve only ever spoken in parking lots.âÂ
Kena opened her eyes in delight, mouthing âYes!â
Y/N couldnât contain her smile, âIâd like that Dr. Reid. Pick me up at three?âÂ
âSure little girl. See you soon.â Spencer hung up and Y/N melted.Â
Kena screamed, âYouâve been fucking a doctor?!âÂ
âNo.â she smiled a devilish grin, âBut Iâm about to.â she sang, practically skipping with joy back to her room.Â
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Spencer hadnât gotten a good look at the complex in the dark, but now he could see it in its full glory. Beer bottles and cigarette buds littered everywhere, sulky characters loitering at practically every corner, and a reek of marijuana. Not his personal idea of home sweet home.Â
He watched as the girl he was waiting for exited from apartment 209, looking just as wild as ever. He wondered if the disheveled look was intentional or if she always looked so crazily hot. His eyes continued to follow as she walked down the steps and into his passenger seat.Â
âHi.â she said, eyes wide and if he didnât know any better, heâd say she was blushing. Y/N didnât seem like the kind of girl to blush.Â
âHey. You look nice.â he started to pull out of the parking space.Â
âYou donât have to say that you know. I donât look nice. I never look nice.â she sighed, âTruthfully I hate the idea of looking nice.âÂ
Spencer was amused with her little ramble, âWhy?âÂ
ââCause nice is what you look like when youâre going to church. Or brunch. And I donât do either of those.â she said plainly.
âWhatâs wrong with brunch?â he questioned smiling. Â
âNothing is wrong with brunch.â she paused for a minute, deciding whether or not to tell him all the atrocious memories she had in connection to brunch. He only asked you about fucking brunch. Donât reveal all your baggage already. Donât be a dramatic bitch. Just say your vegan or some bullshi-
âWhat are you contemplating on telling me?âÂ
Her mouth gaped playfully. âFucking cut the profiling! Three minutes in and youâre already doing your weird government shit.â she remarked, teasingly defensively.Â
Spencer laughed, âWeird government shit? Really?â
âYeah.â she pursed her lips, âI said what I said.âÂ
âItâs psychology, not weird government shit. Itâs analyzing body language, and speech patterns and-â
âI get it. Youâre fucking smart.â They pulled out to a red light.Â
âYouâre smart too.âÂ
âThanks Doctor.â she smiled, it did make her happy to hear that. âSo where are you taking me?âÂ
âYouâll see.â, and see she did. As they got out of the car, Y/N couldnât stop smiling. At first it was the way Spencerâs hand found hers, but then it was the sight. The restaurant was placed under the biggest trees sheâd ever seen, with ivy hanging just a couple feet over her head. It was illuminated with lanterns and tiny hanging lights and she felt like she was in a fairy tale. It was beautiful.Â
âHey Spencer?âÂ
âYes?â he said approaching the hostess, âTable for two, Spencer.â His attention shifted back down at her. âThis is the prettiest place a boy has ever taken me.â
He smiled, âYeah? You like it?â The hostess led them to their table and they sat. âA lot.â she giggled and Spencer swore his heart would explode. The sound was just too adorable.Â
âSo Y/N, where are you from?â
She was a little surprised at the question, almost like nobody had ever asked. Had she ever been on a date? Like a proper sit down date?Â
âNew York City, originally. But I uh, moved around a lot as a kid.âÂ
âTell me about that.âÂ
âYou really wanna know?âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I?â he questioned.Â
âOkay, fine. I used to live in this beautiful townhouse in Manhattan. I had a pink room with a huge bed and canopy. A gorgeous chandelier, this vanity with all my tiaras, and my dolls! Oh my god, those dolls were so fucking pretty.â he listened intently, relishing in the way her eyes lit up in a way heâd never seen.Â
âAnd then my dad died.â the glint of joy in her eyes was gone. âWhen I was seven. And we moved to West Virginia, living with my grandmother, until she died!â she let out a small laugh in attempts to keep the mood up. âThen we were living in this mobile park, which wasnât so bad. Creeps and meth-heads came and went, but overall not a horrible place to grow up. Itâs where I met Teddy, you know him.âÂ
He nodded his head, still listening to every detail of the story.Â
âAfter my mom got remarried, him and I decided we wanted to go to California. This was supposed to just be a pitstop, get our shit together, you know? But we had a falling out, and he went without me. Came back when his brother got cancer. Then after Casey died he came back to D.C, got me to enroll in school with him And uh, now Iâm here. I go to Washington Uni, by the way. Major in Journalism.â she ended shyly.Â
âIâm sorry about your dad. And your grandma. Thatâs a story.âÂ
She nodded her head. âIts okay. Better place, you know?â How about you?âÂ
âWell, uh, Iâm from Las Vegas. Itâs been just me and my mom for a while. My childhood was a little weird, graduated high school when I was twelve, then I-âÂ
âHold the fuck up, twelve?â he nodded. âHoly shit. Youâre one of those freakishly smart prodigy motherfuckers arenât you?âÂ
He laughed, âIQ of 187, not to brag.âÂ
âOh fuck you, youâre totally bragging.â
âYou got into Washington, you did well in school too.âÂ
âYeah uh, despite the shitty childhood school wasnât really ever an issue. My dad was a Senator, George Y/L/N, in New York. He had a lot of random contacts. When we moved to West Virginia I got to go to some snobby private school âcause his friend was a board member. Saint Matilda Preparatory School. Top of my class.â she smiled, âNot to brag.âÂ
âYouâre definitely bragging.â he teased.
Scoffing, she said, âI didnât drop my IQ number, so youâre still the gloating one here.âÂ
âI didnât think you were a high school drop-out.â                        âAw Spencer really?â she said sarcastically.Â
There waiter came and took their order, but neither of them really cared about the food. They stayed there talking for longer then the restaurant wouldâve liked, telling each other their craziest dreams, wildest experiences, bad decisions, and nothing and everything. Before they knew it, the restaurant was kicking them out. They walked back to Spencerâs car, hysterically laughing at the disdained waiter who had to so awkwardly ask them to order something else or leave, Y/N clinging to his arm.Â
âNobodyâs ever done something like this for me before.â Y/N said as Spencer got into the drivers seat.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Spencer turned to face her.Â
âPicked me up, taken me to a pretty restaurant, paid, opened doors for me.â her eyes locked in his, âListened to me talk for so long.â
âI could listen to you talk forever.â he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kiss was nothing like heâd expected. It wasnât an aggressive make-out fired by lust, it was a kiss of passion and dear affection.Â
They began to drive in silence. Not uncomfortable Awkward silence, more like enjoying each other's company silence. That is until Y/N did something Spencer shouldâve seen coming as this was the same girl heâd met at the gas station. Her hands were inching their way up his leg to his crotch, teasingly slow. She scanned his eyes for some note to stop, but it never came. She palmed him gently through his pants, watching him struggle to keep his eyes on the road, as he twitched under her touch. âFuck.â he sighed out quietly, âStop.â
âTake your shoes off, get in the backseat.â he turned off the main road, driving down a more secluded street until he found a tiny spot almost completely hidden by trees.
âTake your clothes off.â he still hadnât made eye contact with her since telling her she was smart. She did as she was told, taking off her top and shorts as fast as she could. Spencer got out of the driver's seat and got into the back passenger seat, only the middle seat separating them. âCome here.â obeying, she did. In only a bra and underwear, she crawled into Spencer's fully clothed lap, as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Her barely let her move, wanting to be able to explore her mouth freely, She gasped for air, whispering a small âOh fuck.â
He tightly gripped her jaw, toying with her bottom lip as he spoke, âYou have such a dirty mouth.â
She smiled more poisonously then heâd ever seen, it was mischievous and seductive, and it made him crazy. âWhatâre you gonna do about it sir?â
Now it was him smiling as the small girl looked up at him with big eyes, âSo many things.â He started to kiss her again, this time his hands going down to tease her clothed clit. She moaned into the kiss and rocked her hips down harder into his hand. âPlease?â she moaned again.
He moved her panties to the side, sliding a finger through her wetness, âYou need something donât you?â She nodded her head.
âWell, use your words.â
âTouch me.â she got closer in his ear, âPlease.â
âWhatâs with the niceties little girl? You donât want to be touched, no, Good girls like to be touched. You, you are a desperate little slut, hm?â His fingers dipped into her with no warning, curling immediately, âYou want to be destroyed.â
Her hips bucked almost instantly as she cried out, âYes. I do.â
âBeg for it.â
âSir,â she opened her eyes to lock with his, âPlease.â Spencer continued to curl his fingers while still rubbing her clit, and her moans and breathes got sloppier and louder.
âPlease!â she whined. âPlease sir.â He couldnât contain a small laugh, âNo.â Â
âThis is a bit pathetic even for you, no? Youâre here naked in my lap begging for me to let you come.â She nodded her head. âOh but Iâm sure youâve done worse havenât you love?â She shook her head. As badly as he wanted to lecture her about lying, he could feel her tighten on his fingers. âCan..â she stuttered in between moans, âCan I? Please let me come?â
âAwe, good girl asking for permission.â he pulled his fingers out, âNo.â
He slipped his fingers in her mouth and watched as she sucked them off. âFigures youâd be good at that.â he unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and lied back so the door supported his back. âCome sit on it.â
Her eyes opened in delight as she crawled over and did as she was told. He watched in awe as she sunk herself down onto him, clenching as their thighs met. He let her think she had some control, eyes never leaving her as she bounced and moaned. âYouâre such a good girl baby.â He could see her teetering right above the edge, and seeing as he was so close as well, he gave in. âCome for me.â and with that, she did. Practically screaming as he fucked up into her through her orgasm, pulling out and finishing himself.
He hugged her into his chest, whispering small praises and delivering soft kisses to her sweaty forehead. She made small circles with her nails on his arms, âI fucked a doctor!â She giggled.Â
Spencer broke out into laughter, âI fucked YOU.âÂ
âWe fucked each other.â They laid there for a moment, Y/N practically melting to the feeling of being in his arms. It was too comforting. Â
Eventually, Spencer began driving back to her apartment, loving every moment of her outlandish singing and dancing in his passenger seat until he parked to drop her off.Â
âYouâre a very special girl.â Spencer said as she smiled.
She took a deep breath, âSpencer, I fucking like you. A lot. I canât remember the last time I had a good time like this that I wasnât fucking high or drunk or both.â she continued to ramble, âAnd I guess what Iâm just trying to convey is-âÂ
She was cut off by Spencer crashing his lips to hers. âI know what you mean.â Â
She smiled and gave him one last peck on the lips, âI hope Iâll see you soon Dr.âÂ
âYou will.â
As she walked back up the stairs to her apartment, Y/N only had one thought. How am I gonna manage to fuck this up?Â
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The Friday Night Fight | Reggie Mantle
Hey Lovelies, hereâs the first fic Iâm moving from my Wattpad! I went through an entire Reggie Mantle phase and this is one of my favourite imagines! I hope you all enjoy!
Description: Y/n and Reggie are best friends and they get into a fight after she falls asleep and forgets they have plans.
Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Not-Quite-Platonic!Female!Reader
Warnings: Angst (not really)
Word count: 1.7k
Tags: angst, FLUFF, just overall an easy read
(not my gif! Also hello I want to do this)
You and Reggie have been best friends since you were born, always next to one another whether that be when causing trouble in Riverdale or taking the accompanying punishment. Partners in crime, that's what the two of you are. It really is the strongest kind of bond. They say there's no honour among thieves but you think it's the exact opposite. There is way more honour among trouble makers than rule followers.
Well, thereâs more honour when both trouble makers remember to tell each other when they cancel plans, that is.
So you've been a little busy these days, big deal, right? Pop's has you working overtime for the upcoming town jubilee and your parents are on your heels to keep you grades maintained. You're an excellent student for someone who goes mailbox smashing on occasion! That mixed with the constant hounding from your other friends to loosen up and to hang out with them more almost always leaves you swamped.
All in all, you were tired and honestly forgot to tell Reggie that you wouldn't be able to join him at the drive-in tonight. Itâs not that you didnât want to go, you just fell asleep as soon as your head had hit your pillow, your phone discarded on your dresser. Now look where that landed you.
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"Dude, where are you? I've been waiting for you for like an hour and a half!"Â
This is the first thing you hear when you stumble to your phone and pick it up. You aren't even fully awake and someone's already yelling at you.
"What?" Is your only audible response, besides a few swear words that tumble from your tired lips.
You hear an angry sigh from the other end of the phone, "Y/n, we were supposed to go to the drive-in tonight, remember? It's me, Reggie. You know, your best friend? We've been planning this for months, it was the James Bond marathon! I can't believe you forgot. You always do this!"
Now it's your turn to get angry. Where the hell did all of that come from, you always bailing on him? As if! He's the one who's never around because of football! You never complain when he hangs with the guys after promising to go to Pop's or Sweetwater River with you. Where does he come off thinking he's entitled to your time but you aren't entitled to his?
"What the hell, Mantle? As if you never fucking leave me hanging! At least I have a good reason unlike you. 'Sorry, Archie wants to play video games'Â yeah whatever! So yeah, best friend, I forgot. At least I didn't fucking cancel on you for nothing!"Â
You'll regret these words eventually but, thankfully, that time is not now. However, the angry tears pooling in your eyes tell you other wise. You can't believe he would accuse you of ditching him, you've never ditched Reggie! You've been attached at the hip since birth and then later, when he grew taller than you, attached at the hip and stomach.
"So, Reggie, I should go seeing as you obviously don't want to see me because I bail on all our plans." You spit the words into the phone, dragging a hand through your hair and tugging hard.
"Wait, y/n, I didn't mean-"
"Bye."
With that you collapse back onto your bed and quite plainly just cry. Your best friend, the boy you've spent your entire life with and then some, has officially crossed a line. He doesn't do that often. In fact, before this moment, he hasn't done it at all. The two of you rarely fight and when you do it's about nothing. You could almost scream right now!
Tears stream down your face, reddening your nose and staining your cheeks. You miss him, that's the problem with having a best friend whom sneaks into your room every night. You probably won't be able to fall asleep without Reggie's body next to yours. You don't feel weak for missing him minutes after a bad phone call, you crossed that bridge when you got the flu the entire summer and he didn't leave your side once.
You hear a rumble outside your window and roll over, trying to get a better look from your bed. Headlights shine through the glass, bathing your bedroom in an eerie glow. You hear a vehicle door slam and the lights die, leaving you in darkness to watch a sturdy, shadowy figure make its way towards you. You don't need to look at said figure for more than two seconds before you make out Reggie storming towards your window.
Now, you could say that this is all unexpected. That you had absolutely no idea that Reggie would come over in a heated fury. But that would be lying. Reggie and you have never been the type of people to sit on raw emotion and not do anything about it. If you have a problem, you deal with it. You knew as soon as you had hung up that it would only be a matter of time before you saw him. You're just surprised he only took half an hour.
You hear a tap on the glass, "Y/n, let me in."
He wears a leather jacket, the one you got him for his birthday last year. From a distance it looks black but, when you look closer, it's actually a midnight blue. It's fitting now, to wear such a manipulative piece of clothing in the dead of night.
"Why should I, asshole?"
You play with the worn bracelet on your arm; the friendship bracelet he made you five years ago. It's sun faded, your favourite colours having been dulled from years of running all over Riverdale with him. You would bet all the money in your wallet that Reggie has his on right now too. On his left hand, yours on the right, so that when you hold hands the bracelets touch.
"Because we have to talk, sleeping beauty," he puts his left hand against the glass, the equally faded blue and yellow strings peeking out from his cuff.Â
You kind of wish you had bet on it now, you would have twenty extra dollars right now.
You grumble at his logic and slide the window open for him to step in through, turning on your bedside lamp to lighten the room up. When you turn back to him you stare at his chest instead of his chocolate eyes. You're not ready for that yet.
"Well talk then, Reg."
"I'm sorry, okay," he reaches a calloused hand out to tilt your head, "I'm sorry for being jerky. I know you don't bail on me dude, I was just jealous. I thought you bailed on me for Archie."
Archie? As in Archie Andrews? You can't stand the red head, especially since he's become the renowned guitar-hero of Riverdale! As if he wasn't bad enough before as the next Jason Blossom, now he carries a song book wherever he goes and sometimes even asks you to listen to one of them. No, Archibald Andrews, you don't want to listen to your newest sappy song. Besides, he isn't exactly a commendable comrade after the whole Betty and Veronica incident.
You sigh quietly, "Reggie, I very strongly dislike Archie. You know that. What's really wrong?"
You finally peer up into his eyes, staring straight into bloodshot pools of regret. Fuck.
"Oh, Reg, what's the matter? If this is because of me yelling at you, you know I can never stay mad at you," you throw your arms around his shoulders which, for the record, isn't easy and he scoops you into him.Â
You've always hugged like this, it's comfortable and personal. You wrap your legs around his waist, leaning your head on his shoulder and playing with his hair. Warmth spreads through with ease and you close your eyes.
He started picking you up like this when he was eleven. Other kids were teasing him, calling him weak or something. You canât quite remember. You knew it was a lie, though, so you told him to pick you up. It was odd timing, especially in the middle of science class, but he did it nonetheless. The two of you played it off like you needed reach something on a tall shelf but Reggie didn't even question you when you asked so it worked out pretty well. As a bonus the other kids in the class were jealous that Reggie Mantle was picking you up.
"Yeah, well, same, but that's not it. I guess I'm just worried that you're gonna find a new me and then I'll just be here and you'll be with the new me. You do realise that I would probably die without you, right?"
You giggle, the events from earlier slowly fading away because of the truth to his statement. Without you he would have gotten in too many accidents to count. That includes that one time in seventh grade when you talked him out of going down the twisty slide on a lunch tray. You had probably spared him a broken leg.
"Yeah but you've saved me from some pretty stupid things as well so don't mention it," namely the tree house incident, the Sweetwater River incident, and that day at Pop's where you almost choked from stuffing too many French fries in your mouth.Â
Thank god Reggie's mother made him take CPR courses.
"Still, I'm sorry Y/n."
You squeeze your arms tighter around his football sculpted shoulders, "I forgive you, Reginald."
And with that, the two of you are back to normal. He scoffs and sets you back on your feet, pushing you jokingly and falling onto your bed. Youâre heart stutters for just a second as you watch him examine a stuffed bear on your bed. You shake your head quickly.Â
"Say, Reg," an idea pops into you head as fast as lightning, "I bet all the money in my wallet Jughead will replay the Bond movies for us!"
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ok but!!! what happened!!! im screaming!!! you finished the game but there are no details!!! friend i need details!!! who sided with who!!!! im just!!! so excited about ur playthru and i need any and all details about how u feel about anders rn especially!!! i think there was less different paths because funding but i still would like to Know
 SO!! MUCH!! HAPPENED!!
It was funny, cuz, yâknow, in comparison to DA:O where the END OF THE WORLD is hanging above your head at all times, I felt the pacing was considerably more relaxed in 2. And in retrospect, it definitely was building up in ways you werenât quite piecing together (Or am I dumb? Thatâs usually the case) as you arenât even sure why you have the derogatory title from cassandras mouth of Champion. Champion, of fuckin what? I do chores for people.
So like most of the game feels like youâre chilling. Talk to some people, do some small quests, learn some lore.
Then like, the qunari attack happened. Which, I assume happens regardless, correct? Man that statue of me looks douchey as hell. Flaming sword?
ANDERS CAN SUCK SHIT. That fucker lied to me? and made everything OH SO MUCH FUKIN WORSE. Oh boohoo I want to rid justice, distract her so I can MURDER PEOPLE ACTUALLY INSTEAD?? Like, MAN, I really like him on paper, healer of the needy, activist, cat lover. But he is so warped in his thinking and self hate. Also I know I joked about this somewhere but our second conversation ever (first one being when I met him) he gives me a big speech about how he could see us together but how heâs so bad heâs a monster boohoo so i need to stay away from him romantically and Iâm standing there like.......yeah ok man.Â
I SHOULD HAVE KILLED HIM - I was legit SO mad he did that. Everything was bad as is, and he made it worse. If I hadnât have helped in that quest would it still have happened? AUGH. Almost everyone wanted him dead but I still felt bad. Of the companions, I think i bonded with him and sebastian the least. I tried really hard to side with the mages, cuz, iâm a mage, i dont think magic is bad but bad people can have magic, and Meredith IS a dick and instigated it, BUT THERE IS SO FUCKING MUCH BLOOD MAGIC IN KIRKWALL, WHY.
AND FUCKIN SEBASTIAN - SO MAD - was like if you let him live iâm coming back with an army to attack. like...bro what happened to being a peaceful monk or whatever the shit? I thought I told you taking the crown wasnât worth it if you donât want it? fuckin jude law looking motherfucker. But i barely played with him and i figured anders healing would be useful for the end. so, i took anders with me. So now I guess Iâm gonna hear in inquisition about this dude coming in to attack kirkwall later idk SIGH
So yeah, I tried to side with Orison. Then that bitch ass gave in to blood magic too and turned into that disgusting abomination. I HATE when you try to defend someone and they too turn into a jackass. Fuck you, man. And Meredith of course is off her rockers with red lyrium. I hate all of these people. I tried to save the decent mages where I could and that bit me in the ass with one of them at the end FUCK YOU, UNGRATEFUL.
A N Y W A Y S,
since Iâm sooooooo good at these games (how am I so so so bad??) Hawke basically...lost everyone. I didnât officially romance anyone. Though in the epilogue, it says everyone eventually splits from Hawke except Isabela. I figured she had a soft spot for me. I think I couldnât fully romance her because I didnât get her the boat? Idk. I didnât like the romance system in this game. Like, yes it makes sense for story plot reasons but itâs terribly confusing for someone not in the know and I hated looking at guides because they had spoilers.
My mom got murdered by a serial killer blood mage, r.i.p. My sister is dead. I am SO surprised Carver sided with me in the end. I thought he was genuinely about to pick being a templar over me and fight. I TRIED TO BE SO NICE TO THAT FUCKER.
iâm surprised cullen sided with me too. the few interactions you have with him in origins and here heâs kind of a dick. and i know all that shit going on with his VA so i am not stoked for him in inquisition
I tried/failed to romance Fenris. Man, I got SO attached to him?? He tries so hard to be grumpy but you get under his skin. Every time he called me his friend or smiled I was like YES, YOU FUCKER, YOU LIKE ME. But being a mage is such a cockblock. FUCK. Iâm definitely kissing him next time. But I can at least brag that I guess I did his companion quest correctly enough and he was maxed out cuz he didnât leave me. He seemed begruding that he was gonna defend mages but he was gonna do it for ME. BFFs til the end.
how the fuck did fenris turn around and settle for compromise while anders was still pissy as hell? I guess anders just feels so much for others. also the whole tranquil shit was sooo fucked. Also I love theyâve known each other for 6 years and theyâre still disgustingly snippy with each other - FIGHT!!!!
MERRIL TRIED TO CONFESS FEELINGS FOR ME. HOW? I kept pissing her off by not supporting the blood mage shit. I HAD TO PULL THE LIKE A SISTER LINE. MERRIL IM SO SORRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYY. Sheâs so sweet, yet her quest was incredibly fucked up oh my god?? We had to kill the dalish group and I FELT AWFUL. WHY SO MUCH BLOOD MAGIC????????
I thought this game was going to end with assigning a new viscount. ANd I was like man that sucks, Sid isnât the type for permanent responsibility like that but like, if itâll get everyone to shut the fuck up ok. But...that wasnât the ending. I hope that gets addressed in inquisition? I felt like that kinda got cliffhangerâd. Also Iâm assuming Aveline had to run too being she was associated with me so the guard is probably in shambles too.
oh my god what about dominic? D:
anyway, I would die for varric, and while I understand the story reasons for not letting him be romancable, it still sucks cuz he pairs SO well with a snarky Hawke, sigh
but yeah there may have been less big decisions but there certainly were a lot of smaller ones I felt I fucked up. Iâm just.......so good at that. I got so many people KILLED.
def some replay value in there!! I tried to do a lot more sidequests in this one than origins. so we will see how inquisition goes. Itâs been super hyped to me and Iâm told itâs pretty long
Its just crazy all the shit hawke got caught up in without even particularly trying. Like the warden is there because, yeah, theyâre a grey warden, one of the few, but in 2 its just kinda like..............oops lmfao.
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Just Saying | Dean
i know its been very long since ive wrote, but i have completely missed writing, i feel like nothing else will really be my forte like writing is, so hereâs a quick imagine i started 4 years ago that i never finished haha. so here it is!
iâll probably write a sam version of this, idk
Based off of 5SOSâs song âjust sayingâ, listen to it here
Warnings: Swearing, Iâm a bit rusty but I really tried to make it amazing
Word count: 1,805
âHeâs almost an hour late! Where is he?â You huff, checking your phone for any missed calls or unread messages. None. âIâm calling him.â You look through your contacts and called his number. âThereâs no point Y/N,â Dean speaks up, âHeâs a total loser. Heâs got no future, everyoneâs telling you that.â You look over at Dean, whose eyes are glued to the TV screen. âBut they like me.â
âThe guy has no job, and yet he doesn't bother to take you out anywhere. If he does, heâs late... just like today.â
âDean-â
âYou always come home with no money, you complain that whenever the check comes, he always makes you pay. Always. Iâd never do that, just saying.â Dean glanced over at you, shrugging. A small smirk washes upon his face. âAre you telling me song lyrics or something? Whatâs with the âjust sayingâ?â You sat down next to him, squinting your eyes a little bit, trying to figure the guy out. âAre you high? Dean, are you doing drugs?â
âY/N! No! It just bugs me a lot that you even put effort into this guy. Not once has he ever shown you effort or any appreciation.â Dean shuts the TV off, the black screen dimming the room. He stands up, and treads over to the fridge, and pulls out a beer, offering you one. You pass on it, and he just places it onto the marble counter.
âWhen you change your mind, Iâll be waiting.â He sips at his beer and looks around the bunker. âWaiting to tell me âI told you soâ?â You sit there confused, what was Dean talking about? You were pretty sure something has gotten into Deans system to make him talk like this, to act this way. He shrugs. âDude, you like him. Why are you acting this hostile towards him?â You check your phone again, still no messages. âI can act, Y/N.â he points his pointer finger at you, and raises his eyebrows slightly.
âBut what about the French Mista-â
âLetâs never bring that up ever again.â He spoke, drinking his beer once more. Your phone buzzed, and your heart skipped a beat. âHeâs parked up the street. Iâll see you later.â You stand up and walk out through the bunkers door. You walk up the hill that the bunker is set on, seeing a car with the parking lights on. That was him.
What if what Dean said was true? But what exactly was he getting at? It honestly sounded like he was trying to terribly serenade you with trashy boyband lyrics, but you shrugged it off and tried to enjoy the rest of your night.
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âWhat are you so worked up about?â Sam questions Dean, unsure of his brothers' feelings and actions. Dean looks the other way. âY/N. Sheâs out with... with that douchebag and she should know her worth, man.â Dean sighs, yet going back to the fridge for another beer. âAww, is someone jealous?â Sam chuckles, poking fun at the older Winchester. âYouâre like a little broken-hearted teenager.â He chuckles again, receiving a death glare from Dean. âShut up, you ass. I just care for her, that's all. Iâm so much better than him.â Dean pauses at his statement, contemplating it for a second. His eyebrows wrinkled as he thought whether or not heâs actually better for you than some lowlife. Despite his drinking habits, his unnecessary swearing, and awful, awful good luck with the ladies, he would quite literally make the perfect boyfriend. Hell, even as a friend he would be the absolute best. Dean takes another sip of his beer. âYeah, I guess you are- in some ways- better than him. But donât give up hope, man. Sheâs probably just waiting for you to come in and save the day like always.â Sam pats him on the back and exits the kitchen.
You arrived back at the bunker, fed up and absolutely wasted. You had to hold onto the handrail with both hands and slowly make your way down the spiral stairs, while you had to keep telling yourself to not throw up all over yourself, and the bunker. You look up, seeing an extra tall Winchester stood at the bottom of the stairs. You groan. âGod, how drunk are you?â They ask, youâre so hammered you canât even make sure whoâs who. Or even if this is one of the Winchesters. You release your grip from the staircase and go to grab the forearm of said person, and instantly, you know who it is. âAh. Sam. Youâre Sam.â
âYep. It is. Letâs get you to bed.â Sam attempts to pick you up but you refuse. âIf you dare pick me up I will be sick, so donât try it.â You warn, making Sam laugh. There was a comfortable silence as he slowly walked you down to your room, you knew Sam has always been there for you, even when youâre drunk. Samâs intentions have never been bad, neither has Deanâs. Theyâd do absolutely anything for you, even if it means allowing you to be with someone who knows zilch about your real life, neither would he even care about learning everything youâve been through, all of the ups and the downs and the things youâve learnt on the way, he wouldnât care. He wouldnât care.
Those words replayed in your head countless times, you werenât too sure if it was your brain trying to tell you something after the uneventful night you had or if maybe, just maybe you werenât actually feeling it. You sighed then groaned.
âWhatâs wrong?â Sam questions, placing his hand on the top of your back, still helping you from swaying side to side. âNothing.â You look up at him, he connects eyes with you. âIt was so bad. We went to this restaurant that wasnât even that good. We ordered food and he kept insisting that I ordered something different since he âdoesnât want me to gain weight.ââ You air quoted, stopping in your tracks. Sam stood back and crossed his arms. âWhat a dick.â He says, leaning against the wall. âI know, right? Dean wouldnât do that to me. Hell, you wouldnât either and youâre the health freak.â You huff, making Sam smirk. âHe even made me pay.â You point out, Sam rolls his eyes and pushes himself off of the wall. âAgain? Y/N, what do you even see in him?â The way Sam asked you this question made you feel so inferior, you had no reason as to why you do actually like him, you made yourself believe youâd want something normal, something away from the hunter life, and that if all else fails, at least youâd be able to go back to your normal, suburban home somewhere in America and settle down with your husband, find a job, have some kids and live normally. But, you never really gave it a second thought that now that youâre in the hunter life, thereâs really no way out. Things will still come after you to get revenge or even just for fun... you wouldnât be able to just throw it all away, besides, the Winchesters need you. âI donât know, dude, I just thought I could have something different on the side of hunting. I donât know. Maybe Iâm being stupid.â You look down at the floor, then turn around to open your bedroom door. But then, you notice a figure stood to the right of you, and you look up and realise itâs Dean.Â
Sam pats you on the back and smiles at Dean, leaving you two alone.
âYouâre not stupid, Y/N.â Dean exclaims, opening the door for you. You look up at him and smile, to be thankful. You lift your left leg up and attempt to take your shoes off, but almost topple over with the lack of balance, within an instant, Dean grabs you by the arm and leads you over to your bed, and kneels down on the floor, untying your boots for you. âThanks, Dean.â You say, laying back onto the bed, your hands covering your face. Dean places your boots next to the bedside table and moves onto the other one. He glances up at you. âNo problem, sweet.â Everythings quiet for a moment. Dean gets up off of the floor and joins you on the bed, laying back the exact same as you. His arms are crossed across his stomach, while he stares up at the ceiling. âIâm better than him.â He blurts, instantly regretting what he said. âI mean, I overheard you and Sam and he told you to not get a burger? What kind of man does that?â His attempt to make a smooth recovery didnât end so well, you look at him and laugh. âI know. I really wanted that burger, too. I had to get myself drunk so I could stand him.â You smile, somewhat guilty. You felt bad speaking about relationship problems to someone who never truly has had a proper relationship before.
Dean looks over at you, his gorgeous, apple green eyes shining at yours. You never observed such a beautiful shade before, something so unique but so unforgiving. The fact that those eyes can still shine so bright after he lost his mother, his father, and his brother a few times, itâs incredible. So fascinating, in fact, that you stare back. The back of your hand traces over his cheek, he blinks, then smirks. âIâd do anything for you, Y/N. Hell, Iâd die for you if you asked me to.â His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, but he didnât want to seem desperate.
You have to physically stop yourself from moving over and kissing the life out of him, he's basically your best friend and probably not even into you like that, youâre sure of it. Dean likes the dumb blondes that only want any sort of intercourse instead of a connection. But the more he stares, the more youâre unsure of what his intentions are. The more you want to go for it. âFuck it, go for it!â your heart tells you, and you do. Your lips just barely touch his, and he hesitates, wondering what youâre doing, but he moves in closer for a better touch. His hand gently slides through your hair and you smile. Itâs the happiest youâve been with someone, someone that isnât even yours. At least not yet, anyway.
âYouâre so beautiful, Y/N. Iâve always loved you.â He murmurs, between the kiss. Your heart stops. What did he say?Â
âWhat?â You break the kiss, but still touching foreheads. âIâve always loved you.â He repeats, tracing his right thumb over the bottom of your lip. âI have.â He whispers, going back in for another kiss. âIâve always loved you too.â
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Thereâs Something Strange A Reader/Sam Winchester Series
When Y/N Y/L/N escapes to the upper Midwest for a weekend of inspiration to begin her tenth paranormal thriller novel, she never imagined the source of that inspiration to be her own life. Between the old mansion, two peculiar men posing as antiquers, and the mysterious death of the heiress of Hill Manor one-hundred and fifty years ago, Y/N learns the truth about far more than the paranormal.
Part V - The Haunting
Summary: With a poltergeist on the loose, Sam, Dean, and Y/N work together to investigate. Warnings/Tags: More hunting, more fluff, some mature discussion of sexual preferences Square filled: Author AU Characters/Pairings: Reader/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Word Count: 2,449 A/N: For @spnfluffbingo2019, this entire series fills the Author AU square. Super giant huge thank you to @atc74 who betaâd this giant thing for me.
Watery eyes spilled over as she squeezed them against the pain that throbbed in her skull and dragged Y/N up from the nothingness in which she drifted. One eye cracked open and found pale moonlight glowed in angular lines across her bed where she lay on hear back. She could hardly remember how she had gotten there, or much of anything from the last two days. The hours blurred together the harder she thought, and the stress served little but to exacerbate her aching head.
And then she saw him. That familiar face, no longer bathed in eerie green light, hovered beside her, a nervous grind in his jaw twitching as he stared at his shoes.
When she sat up on her elbows, Sam startled and leaped from the bed. âHey, youâre awake! Are you okay? How do you feel?â
He knelt beside her, one hand grasping hers and the other cupping her cheek. He pressed her fingers to his lips where he placed kisses on each one until she spoke.
âIâm okay,â she managed. The softness of his lips washed away her worry, and the endless empathy in his eyes soothed her pain. âWhat happened?â
âYou were attacked,â he started, then paused as a look of consternation pinched his face. âHow much do you remember from earlier today?â
Attacked? She swallowed a thick gulp, her tongue sticking to her mouth and throat dry. âI⌠got to the mansion,â she choked. Sam handed her a glass of water on the bedside table, and from it she drew a long swallow. âI had dinner with the guests. You⌠walked me back to my room.â Y/N hesitated, a familiar sting prickling her cheeks.
He smiled a shy grin as he glanced to the bed. âWhat else?â he asked as he returned to her, his hand atop her hand and gently stroking her hair. âWhat else do you remember?â
A flood of memories returned all at once, replaying rapidly. âSpirits. You hunt spirits. You told me. In the library,â Y/N stated.
âOkay, thatâs good,â Sam said as he breathed in deep. âEarlier tonight, after we left your room, we found you in the library. A uh⌠poltergeist had you about dead to rights.â
The tears came then, unbidden and uncontrollable. Fucking hell, a poltergeist.
âY/N, itâs okay, youâre fine,â Sam soothed.
She wiped the tears from her eyes as her anger subsided. âDid you save me?â
Sam shook his head. âNo. Weâre not sure what happened,â he explained. âWe got to the back of the library just in time to see the poltergeist take off.â
At least she still had some sense of dignity left. The last thing she needed was to be the idiot damsel in her own fucked up haunting. But, dammit, why? Why had she rushed off to the library like some god damn hero ready to take on the world the second she had learned she truly knew half a thing about the paranormal? Her impulsive streak had gotten the better of her again, and once she got a hold of a couple clues, she thought she could solve the puzzle on her own. And with her writerâs block taken care of by that penâŚ
The pen.
She sat up in a rush and Sam squawked his protests as he grasped her shoulders. âY/N, itâs okay, Iâm here,â he said as he attempted to calm her, but Y/N had a mission. âWhatâs⌠what are you doing?â
Her pockets came up empty, but her bag sat on the writing table at the foot of her bed. âWhereâs the pen?â she asked as she scrambled from Samâs hands.
Sam let her go as another scoff of indignation burst from his lips. âWhat pen?â
âThe pen!â she pointed at the writing desk. âThe one Dean found earlier,â she continued as she dove into her bag and scraped the bottom. âWhere is it?!â
The helpless look on Samâs face broke her heart. âI⌠didnât see it. You had it?â
âYes!â Y/N shouted as she upended her bag. From its depths the pen fell, along with her hand-torch, and clattered to the floor. âOh, thank god.â
âWhat does the penââ
âThis,â she interrupted as she brandished the pen, âhas been holding Y/N Hillsteadâs spirit for one-hundred fifty years.â
Sam withdrew his purple cloth from his back pocket and took the pen from her. âThat explains⌠so much.â
Y/N slumped back onto the bed. âYeah, and I let her out.â
âBut now we know what happened,â Sam said in a rush of air. He knelt before her, edging his way between her knees. âHow did you do it? What opened the trap?â
God, but he was so close. How did he expect her to focus with his ridiculously pretty face inches away from hers? âItâitâs an old fountain pen, right?â She paused as she waited for Sam to put it together but when he raised a curious brow at her, she continued. âIt needs ink. It was bone dry when Dean tried it.â
He looked at the pen again, then back to her. âThatâs fucking brilliant,â he breathed. âGod, I donât think Iâd have thought of that, Y/N, thatâsââ
Impulsive streak be damned, Y/N wanted him all to herself. Her lips landed on his, and her hands found his hair, delving deep to grasp at the back of his head as she kissed him. Sam responded without hesitation, his arms wrapping around her and holding her tightly to his chest. Constricted so, she could hardly move, but what a glorious sensation. To be so profoundly consumed by another, in body and mind, she thanked whatever gods existed for such luck. And how lucky she was to find that sort of connection in Sam, brilliant and kind and sweet and hotter than the surface of the sun.
The smooth taste of alcohol on his tongueâa particular hoppy beerâfilled her mouth as he teased her lips apart. Not that he had to try very hard. She opened up to him like a summer flower on a bright morning, mouth and legs and arms all wide for him to press into with his enormous shoulders and narrow hips andâ
Oh.
Pressed firmly to her core, Samâs hips rolled, grinding his erection along her sex. Though Y/N moaned, their lips never parted, long kisses and eager tongues devouring one another as Sam laid her on the bed and settled atop her.
Against his lips, she sighed his name, repeated pleas for more of him, his hands, his lips, his everything. And Sam acquiesced with equal fervor, eager as she.
The door to her room exploded as Dean damn near tore it off the hinges and burst through it. âSam, weâve gotâoh, son of a bitch!â
Sam froze as his head whipped to the door, hair askew and mouth agape. Dean shielded his eyes as he stuttered his apologies and pulled the door halfway closed. When Y/N prodded Sam in the chest, he scrambled off her and sat on the end of the bed. She righted her shirt as Dean peeked through the door and laughed when he spotted Sam.
âSam,â Y/N whispered as she pointed to her hair then his, âyour⌠itâsâŚâ
He ran his fingers through the long brown locks and brushed them straight, tucked behind his ears. The crimson blush on his cheeks depended to his neck, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. Her own frustrated arousal ached between her thighs, and Sam's palpable want compounded the problem. Twice, they had found themselves alone, and twice, Dean had interrupted them.
Sam interrupted her thoughts when he stood and approached Dean. âWhat happened?â
Dean's face contorted as he asked, âYou didn't hear that scream?â
Scream? âNo,â Y/N stated as Sam regarded her and shook his head. âWe didn't hear anything.â
Deanâs expressions cycled through emotions faster than a rollercoaster. âDamn.â He scratched the back of his head, then said, âWell, about fifteen minutes ago there was a scream loud enough to wake the dead. I went to the kitchen to figure out what happened. When you two didnât show up, I came here.â
She hadnât heard a thing but Samâs breath and insistent moans. Christ, was that how bad she had it for him? Y/N shook her head to clear her thoughts and asked, âWhat happened?â
Dean motioned them into the hallways as he talked over his shoulder. âI think the poltergeist has attacked two people, possibly killed one,â he said. âWe need to get these people out of here.â
Easier said than done. But Y/N followed Dean nonetheless, and Sam fell in step behind her. When Dean turned over his shoulder once more, he lowered his voice.
âSo,â he started, âyou and Sammy, huh?â
âI⌠uh,â she stuttered as she looked over her shoulder to find Sam's flat glare.
âPlease, don't, dude,â he groaned. âFocus on the case.â
âOh, I am focused on the case. It's you who isn't,â Dean retorted, but then turned his knowing smirk to Y/N. âAlthough, I can't blame you. I enjoy a naughty librarian every once in a while, too.â
Y/N cocked an eyebrow at him. âFirst off, Iâm an author, and second, Dean, you wouldnât last five minutes in a bed with me.â
âYeah, but you donât know what I can do in five minutes,â he said with a wink.
Y/N had another retort readied, poised on the tip of her tongue when Sam set a gentle hand on her shoulder. âPlease, let him get the last word in. Iâm mortified enough as it is.â
Down the grand staircase, Y/N slowed to allow some distance between Dean and the two of them. âDoes dirty talk bother you, Sam?â
A vehement shake of his head loosened his hair from behind his ears. âQuite the opposite,â he muttered as he glanced to his feet.
Before her eyes made it that far, Y/N saw the stiff ridge of his erection straining against his pants. âCan I promise to take care of you later? How long has it been?â
He urged Y/N to keep up with Dean as he breathed his reply. âMonths. I⌠relieve myself every other day, but itâs not enough. Nothing Iâve got back at the Bunker compares to a real person.â
Bunker? She logged that question away on her growing list in the back of her mind and instead asked, âPerson?â
Sam turned a shade of crimson she wasnât sure existed before then. âMy partners arenât exclusively women,â he stated.
âAre some of them men?â
He nodded.
âAre some of them silicone and shaped like a flashlight?â
He nodded again.
âAre some of them silicone and phallus shaped?â
He nodded a third time as they stopped outside the kitchen.
When she opened her mouth to ask another question, Dean interrupted her. âAlright, I officially know too much,â he paused. âThe body is here, behind the island. No sign of a struggle. Groundskeeper found her on the floor after he heard her scream.â
âYou get a read on him?â Sam asked as he strode past them both.
âNope,â Dean stated as he followed. Y/N brought up the rear as she listened. âHe looked like he went ten rounds with Mohammed Ali.â He paused, then added, âIf Mohammad Ali had claws.â
In the kitchen, Sam stood at the feet of the body, then knelt as he shuffled to her shoulders. âThereâs something here. In her ears.â
âEctoplasm?â
If the night had not been weird enough by then, the look Sam and Dean both shot Y/N had officially shoved it violently into something out of the Twilight Zone. She might as well have sprouted a second head and spoken to it. âWhat?â
Sam grabbed a cloth from the counter and wiped the cook's ear. He stepped over the body and handed the rag to Dean. âEctoplasm.â
âHow do you know all this stuff?â Sam asked.
She grabbed the rag from Dean and examined it. âI thought it would be green. Not black.â
âOkay, look, this isnât that kind of poltergeist,â Dean started, âand this isnât the Ghoââ
A bone chilling scream rent the air and interrupted Dean. Y/N dropped the rag and bolted for the door, Sam and Dean hot on her heels. In the entry, the scream repeated, and she took the stairs two at a time as she headed for the western wing of the mansion.
In the furthest hallway, lights flickered and an icy chill slammed deep into her chest, sucking the air from her lungs. But she pressed on, charging headlong to the furthest room at the darkest end of the hallway to come upon the traveling woman and the distorted ghost of Y/N Hillstead, hideously transformed into a terrifying poltergeist. She had both of her hands wrapped around the poor womanâs throat and held three feet in the air, her legs kicking furiously as she struggled.
Sam and Dean skidded to a halt in front of her, arms spread to protect. But Y/N had a plan and she wasnât about to abandon it to chivalry. She shoved past them as she brandished the pen and shouted, âHey, Hillstead!â
Sam wrapped an arm around her waist and tried to pull her back, but he was too late. The poltergeist turned as she dropped the woman and rushed Y/N, but she had come prepared. The small hand-torch ignited with a sharp click, hissing bright blue flame to an orange point a scant inch shy of the pen. âI'll fucking do it! Leave! Last chance, asshole!â
The same scream they had heard earlier sounded again, emanating from Y/N Hillstead's unhinged mouth. In a swirl of dust and dirt, she vanished into thin air, taking with her the unearthly chill. The lamps flared to life as Sam rushed into the room and attended to the woman who stirred on the floor, thankfully alive.
âDo I want to even ask how you knew that would work?â Dean gasped.
Shit. Y/N shrugged for time as she came up with something. âI ah⌠I had a hunch.â
âHunches are good,â Dean agreed as he clasped her shoulder and turned her to face him with flush cheeks. âBut for the love ofâŚâ he paused, consternation contorting his face. âFor the love of Cas, lie to Sam when he asks you the same question. Make something up, I don't care what, but do not tell him you ran in with a half-cocked plan. I do that enough for three peopleâŚâ
He parted from her and headed back down the hallway as she called after him. âWhere are you going?â
âTo find a proton pack and a ghost trap!â
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DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 10
Pairing : Jake Kiszka x reader
Genre : College AU
Previous parts : Prologue ; Chap 1 ; Chap 2 ; Chap 3 ; Chap 4 ; Chap 5 ; Chap 6 ; Chap 7 ; Chap 8 ; Chap 9
Masterlist : Here
AN : Oh my God I made it this far. So, Iâm writing part 13 atm, it does seem extra long but the beginning of this chap is only the 26th page of my doc. Itâs always a very stressful experience for me to share my fics, I think Iâm really scared to disappoint you. I hope you wonât/donât hate y/n and that sheâs relatable for you, she has a lil temper. Last angst chapter before fluff, fluff and more fluff. Again, please feel free to let me know what you think of it, I love chatting with you and it can help me improve my writing ! Thanks for the love and support, and for embarking into this journey with me.
Chapter 10 : Why didn't you tell me ?
Staying wrapped in a blanket in the comfort of my bed sounded like the best week-end plan. I didn't want to do anything else, anyway. Crying was the first thing I did when coming home last night, and it lasted a good portion of the night. Mandy had follow me soon after I hurried out of the room, concern all over her features. At some point I cried myself to sleep in her arms while she silently stroke my back. It sounded overly dramatic and made me feel pathetic in addition to everything else, but I had got my hopes up so much that the fall hit hard. Terribly so. Understanding that I needed some alone time (as much as our shared room allowed it), Mandy let me be, keeping herself busy with work, some Netflix, or going out from times to times. I heard her put on her shoes and coming next to me, probably waiting by the door before leaving. I couldn't see her, however, because my body was facing the wall, keeping my eyes fixated on the old yellowed paint.
- Dude, you can't stay in bed all day long listening to Fleetwood Mac.
- Oh yeah ?, I croaked. Watch me.
Stubbornly keeping my back to her, I slightly moved the blankets to cover my head. I felt hollow, at best. I wanted to cry, but there was no tears left. My eyes felt dry, probably red and puffy, and my chest wouldn't stop aching like someone had just stabbed my heart. It felt awful. I felt miserable.
Mandy quietly stayed a while longer behind me, before she spoke softly.
- I know it hurts sweetie.
This simple, compassionate sentence had my eyes instantly watering, and before I realized it, a sob found its way at the back of my throat, making me shake under the covers.
- It hurts so much, so fucking much.
My sobs became more erratic, to the point that I don't even know if she could hear me correctly, but in an instant she was by my side, taking me into her arms, shushing me gently, putting me to sleep.
My nights were sleepless, my naps were restless, my dreams were all filled with nightmares. I couldn't help seeing Jake's face over and over in it. Sometimes people would make fun of me for believing he could've wanted me. Other times, my mind would just show me his face, or replay unwanted memories. Some part of me knew it wasn't the end of the world and there was no reason for me to get this worked up over a heartbreak because it could've been way worse. He could've intentionally led me on. He could've cheated on me. He could've taken advantage of me for sex. What happened was nothing in comparision, it was just a disastrous twist of fate. Plain bad luck. But somehow the fact that no one was to blame in this situation felt even more cruel. Like some invisible force had decided to not let me be happy. And listening to Fleetwood Mac wouldn't help improve my mood, but at the moment I didn't wanted to feel better. There was something strangely comforting in feeling miserable. I wanted to let it all go, all the tears, all the pain, no matter how long it would take.
When I heard the door open again, I hadn't moved an inch from when Mandy had previously left. Even with my earphones on, I could hear some murmurs in the kitchen. She knocked on the doorframe to notify her presence before speaking up.
- Sweetie, someone's here to see you.
There was an uncomfortable edge to her voice that actually made me curious, before some more footsteps approached my way, keeping a safe distance. They were being too fucking cautious not to offend me or whatever, like I was some damn porcelain doll, and while it annoyed me, it really made me realize how alarming the state I was in must've look from an outside point of view.
- Hey, I think I owe you some explanation.
I recognized this raspy and low voice, very slightly different from Jake's. It made my heart skip a beat because of how much they sounded alike, and I turned to face him just to be sure. Josh looked as apologetic as ever, and I knew why. I didn't feel bad for him at all. Thank God he had remorse.
- I have nothing to say to you.
- I knew you had a crush on him, said Josh anyway. It was obvious... the painting, the time you spent together, even the way your face lit up just seeing him. I tried to prevent this ending, I swear, and I'm so, so sorry-
- I know what you did.
Sitting up, scrubbing the dried tears out of my reddened cheeks and nose with the back of my hand, I gave him a cold stare. In the corner of my eye I could see a tense Mandy not knowing what to do with herself, and if she was questionning ; yes, it was a terrible idea bringing Josh here.
It all came to me just before I fled from the party, but I got too engrossed in my heartbreak to really think it through. But now, with his guilty looking face just few meters away from me, it all clicked into place. His odd behaviour whenever Jake and I spent time together, his seemingly jealous fits, the way he interrupted us whenever we were getting closer. It wasn't jealousy at all. It wasn't him being left out, or whatever bullshit he had told me.
- You knew all along, I said as tears blurred my sight, you knew he had a girlfriend. You didn't tell me. This could've been avoided if you had told me.
My throat had never felt this constricted. Now, adding to the weight of sadness, humiliation, emptiness, and wretch, was betrayal. Which made my shame sentiment grow bigger and my anger begin to rise. Slowly, Josh nodded his head. Of course he knew, it was his twin.
-I didn't know, I, I wanted to protect you-
- I need you out. I don't want to see you.
- Doll let me-
- Get out.
I didn't have the energy to shout at him, and his fucked up logic. Duality splitted my mind in two, tiredness of this whole situation and anger. The latter won over, making me throw whatever came to  my hand when Josh closed the door behind him. He knew all along and he didn't tell me anything. He knew I had fallen for his brother, he saw it, and he didn't tell me. I couldn't believe it, that hit me hard, and made almost as much damage as Jake being in a relationship. They both broke my heart that day.
The night finally came after what felt like the longest day ever. I didn't move. I didn't shower. I didn't eat. One thing I wanted to do was going back home, to my parents' place and listen to their stories, letting them forcefeed me, or put a blanket on me as I would fall asleep on the couch during movie night. However, I didn't have money to afford buying a train ticket, and it was too far away for them to come pick me up. They were getting old, I couldn't bother them if it wasn't an emergency. So I lied awake in my bed for another night, and I'll do the same the next day.
I was doing a good job of lying half dead in bed all Sunday before Mandy interrupted my mourning with her sudden life goal of making me snap out of it. It started with her pulling out the covers, and confiscating my phone.
- No more depressing music for you, I've had it. We get it, you're sad. We all have been there, you included. Guess what ? Staying in bed all day won't make you feel better, so you're gonna move it and take a nice and long shower because we're going out.
Seeing her this determined, fists on her hips, actually surprised me.
- I'm not, I muttered into the pillow.
- Oh yeah we are. There are plenty of boys in the world, you're stronger than that. So you better get your pretty ass in the shower before I kick the hell out of it.
To be honest, she had a fair point, and I obliged reluctantly, finding myself getting dressed up faster than I expected. By foot, we were a good hour away from the downtown, and with that infernal weather there was no way we were gonna walk, so she ordered a Uber for us and pushed my sorry self inside. The center of the city was crossed by the river, where the best bars were, and about half of our school's students hung out in this area, so it was always crowded, even in December. Teenagers and young adults were drinking cheap beer, smoking weed and/or selling drugs. It was the perfect place to meet new people. We could already see people chatting noisily by the docks, some dudes peeing on the river, others playing the djembe or singing together in circles, passing the joint. The street was usually so crowded that when a police car went by to see if everything was in order, it rolled with difficulty, honking everybody standing in the middle of the road. Mandy's strategy was simple : getting my mind off of Jake. She wouldn't even say his name, and had me take a shot every time I did (which I didn't anyway). Despite all her efforts, I couldn't say I was into it. The night went by with me staying in the back as she befriended everyone, fake-smiling now and then when they tried to chat with me. Focusing on what they said has proved nearly impossible, so I excused myself, pretexting I had to go to the bathroom. I needed some alone time. I didn't even feel like drinking anything, even a soda. It was too crowded, too noisy, smelled like booze and beer too much, it was... everything was overwhelming for someone who had just lied motionless in silence for two whole days.
The bartenders didn't say a word about me coming into their bar in the sole purpose of using their toilets. I don't even think they saw me at all with all the yelling people lined up against the counter to get their drinks. The crowd was compact, and my frame nearly got smashed between strangers' bodies when I tried to come through it, tripping over when I got out of this sea of limbs, and finally bumping heads with some drunk dude.
- Sorry, we said in unison, lifting a hand to our head.
The sound of my name made me gaze up, reporting my attention on something else than the floor. Josh. Of course. Could my luck be any worse ? At this point I must say that I wasn't even surprised. He looked far too drunk, and smelled a disgusting mix of whisky and beer. Trying to wave him off before passing him didn't succeed, because he grabbed my wrist, saying we should talk, pulling me outside on the busy street where I just came from.
- Josh I don't want to hear-
As a response, his index finger pressed sloppily against my lips, shushing me, making me frown.
- I didn't get to say everything I needed, did IÂ ?
At this point I wasn't even annoyed, just tired and sorry for the both of us. He looked almost as miserable as me, and was he alone ? My eyes shot glances from side to side, waiting for his friends to pick him up, or worse, his brothers. But nobody seemed to care about us, let alone witness us.
- Whatever, let's talk.
Sending a to text Mandy beforehand in case she thought I was once again locked in the bathroom, I let Josh walk me to the bridge at the end of the street, far from the crowd. The wind kept brushing our faces at full speed, making my ears ache and my fingers sting. It was so cold outside I couldn't understand why everybody kept coming at the docks, this was the worst place ever in Winter. Josh sat on a step leading to the top of the bridge, only wearing a light suede jacket, not bothered in the slightest by this awful weather. The boy kept looking at his feet, his mouth a pout, his gaze unfocused, looking deep in thought.
- Josh if you're not going to say anyth-
- I didn't know what to do about it, he interrupted like he didn't hear me at all. I panicked ? You have to believe me, doll, I'm so sorry about it. What should have I done ? You're my friend and he's my brother, what a shitty situation. It wasn't my place to tell you, it was his. He should've known, it was so fucking obvious to everyone except him, what an idiot...
Josh began rambling, shaking his head in disbelief. I felt my cheeks color at the new knowledge that everybody knew about my crush on Jake except himself. My shame level was about to burst, it was so embarrassing.
- He doesn't know ?
Needing to confirm this, I barely whispered but the boy heard me, staring intently into my eyes before shaking his head no, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
- He's an idiot, commented Josh. Can't even see his relationship has been going to the dogs since months now. And I'm deeply sorry his incompetent ass put you in this situation. Now I obviously can't beat him up for you but I do can steal his socks to piss him off.
What ? Josh kept rambling on and slurring, to the point I didn't know if he was talking to me or to himself. So Jake's relationship wasn't all great... It happened to everybody, I guess. It didn't rejoice me in any way, however. If anything, I felt empathy for him. Maybe it's not that he was oblivious, but that he wanted for this to work so much he willingly chose to ignore that his relationship was falling apart. According to Josh's mumbling, their love was dying. Knowing Jake better now I could picture him genuinely trying his best to make things work, even though there wasn't anything he could do about it, and it made me sad. Because who knew this feeling of helplessness better than me ? It made me see things from a new perspective. Why was I even fighting with Josh ? Again ? It was futile and childish. I felt betrayed out of anger and sadness. It didn't mean he handled the situation perfectly, oh no. But staying mad at him wouldn't change anything. Jake wasn't going to quit his girlfriend anytime soon and I didn't wish him that. I couldn't live a lie either. Now at least I knew he was in a relationship, and I could finally move on. And while doing it, I could help a friend.
- It's alright Josh, I interrupted his monologue. Come here, let's go.
Josh took the hand offered to him and with some difficulty, I helped him up, letting him wrap himself around me, hugging me tightly, making me giggle.
- Where are we going ?, he whined in my shoulder while I called a cab.
- Home.
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*in the middle of a case*
Wise Old Informantâ˘: And based on all that evidence, I think we're dealing with a cult.
Dean: Awesome. But like on a scale of the Paris Hilton fandom to the Thules, where does it score?
Sam: Somewhere in the middle. So probably Illuminati level?
Dean: well except for the demonic science nerds with money pouring out their asscracks and Latin triangles tattooed on their dicks, right? Because that's really not my thing. *looks at Cas for reaction but there are none. Shrugs and laughs himself*
Sam: you're so far from correct, it is really not funny.
Dean: shut up I'm hilarious. You're just being bitchy because you fanboy for the Langdons of this World and cults *laughs, and looks at Cas for a reaction but gets none*
Sam: *bitchface*
Cas: *unaffected* So, do you have any descriptions of their rituals?
Dean: yeah, do you? Are they the sacrificing llamas type? Dancing around bonfires for tentacled aliens? Community orgies? *laughs again, and even Sam has to grin but Cas doesn't bat an eye*
Wise Old Informantâ˘: No, they pray like we do. Different deities though, and way weirder than the ones we pray to.
Dean: are you sure? Because like Cas here is a cousin of Jesus Christ and a bunch of other evil dicks, and they're all sons of the creator, this home-alone called Chuck, who sings suckily in the shower and watches cat videos, but go off I guess
*now, Dean laughs with Sam but not Cas, and the Wise Old Informant⢠looks at them worriedly*
Wise Old Informantâ˘: I'm sorta religious, so just not going to react. So yeah, there's a hierarchy. The beginners stand. There's prostrating at the feet of statues. And then there's sitting.
Sam: yes. The most powerful position is on your knees.
Dean: ...that's what she said
Wise Old Informantâ˘: *laughs*
Sam: *annoyedly laughs*
Dean: *proud of himself but Cas is as stoic as ever, so he finally loses it* Dude. what is wrong with you? You're not on a strike! You're allowed to laugh!
Cas: I would, if I, uh, felt the need to.
Dean: *irritated* what, like, angels can deactivate their sense of humor? And well, I think I'm on a roll here! This is comedy gold! Do you think I'm not funny, huh?
Cas: *polite* maybe we don't share the same sense of humor, Dean. If you want -
Dean: I don't need your pity laughs *mentally* challenge accepted.
~
*Dean decides that it's now a matter of his honor, and he'll make Cas laugh, come what may*
~
*while dealing with the Lucifer situation*
Sam: he's possessing some musician now ughhh
Dean: what some of us do for fame...
Dean: *sees Cas listening and takes it a step ahead* I mean, he's basically a Mean Girl now. He craves attention and would possess the President for dramaâ˘
Sam: *snicker*
Dean: I mean, think about it! He could just start driving a pink convertible and become friggin' Regina George next
Sam: *bursts out laughing*
*Dean looks at Cas to see if he laughed, but its like he doesn't even bother to react. Not even a smile*
Dean: ...you can do better Winchester
~
*In the middle of a vampire hunt*
Dean: *slicing some SOB's head off* Phew! Its basically routine now!
Cas: *admiring* you're very good at it, yes
Dean: *decides to seize the moment* they're just pretty bad at what they do. I mean sure, you sparkle just fine. But you don't need to shine out your ass for eternity to suck blood, just wear some headgear so that knifes don't slice through
Cas: *zoning out*
Dean: *desperate* heh I mean the only reason Twilight has all these movies is because it was those embassies against some more dumbasses. Throw in a hunter, and it would've been over before Pattinson could've cried out for the wolf with abs, Jake or whatever
Cas:
Dean: *mentally* its gonna take more efforts, but you'll get there
~
*Gabriel is flirting with a random woman*
Dean: *sees an opportunity and charges* for a guy his age, Gabriel sure seems to get laid a lot
Cas: yes *smiles* he has had a lot of practise
Dean: yeah that, and he has all these great lines, being an angel and everything
Cas: like?
Dean: *excited that it might work* oh come on Cas, what's the use of being an angel if you don't use the pick-up lines it brings?
Cas: I see.
Dean: *sees Cas sobering up and tries harder* you know like, the whole array of heaven related ones? "Heaven's missing an angel, I now see why"?
Cas: *serious* why, Dean?
Dean: no, its just a line, don't take it seriously
Cas: okay
Dean: *desperacito* There's more too! Like, like, "Are you my vessel? 'Cause I would love to get inside you!" *waits for reaction*
Cas:
Dean: it was funny, you ass
Cas: but how would that work like I'm a -
Dean: gODDAMMIT C A S!
~
*TFW sees a girl wearing a trenchcoat, crossing the street*
Dean: *mentally* I'm gonna Carpe the Fucking Diem out of this
Dean: LOOK Cas! She's wearing your trench - no, not yours, I mean, one just like it - but hey, guess what that means?
Cas: what?
Dean: you're finally in season
Cas:
Dean: get it? You're like a trendsetter? Your fashion is finally in style?? Get it????
Cas: ...yes?
Dean: *desperacito x 1234500016351903611* REACT TO IT THEN
Cas: OH! I completely forgot! I was supposed to laugh, wasn't I? Sam told me to look for cues when you spoke, but its much harder to know when to laugh when you speak than you think -
Dean: I swear to god Cas I'm goNNA -
Dean: and Sam, we need to have a fucking talk!? I'M HILARIOUS!! I DON'T NEED PITY LAUGHS
Sam: ...Sam thinks you do, Dean
~
*Many gruesome years later when all except Dean have forgotten about the challenge*
Sam: *teaching mode* and now you enter the name
Jack: I get to choose the name?
Sam: uh, go nuts *walks away*
Jack: *typing keenly* A - G - E - N - T B - I - E - B - E - R
Dean: *peeks* seriously kid?
Dean: *struck by a fabulous idea* HEY CAS! Remember the time you and Crowley used those fake-ass aliases when you went hunting behind our backs?
Cas: not really
Dean: *helpless, but too far gone to be brought back* You don't remember??? The Agent Beyonce and Z?
Cas: *grins* oh that. Yes, those were his idea
Dean: *spurred on* he was always an idiot. Seriously a miracle you 2 weren't caught that time! Close save!
Cas: I suppose
Dean: *dying because the moment is so close to falling flat, and jumping to the punchline* I mean, heh, if we'd not showed up, you would've moved on to the next city as Agent Kardashian and West *hopeful for a reaction, as he bats his eyes at Cas*
Cas: *polite* no we were not stupid
Dean:
Cas:
Dean:
Cas:
Dean: *sigh*
Cas: oH WAIT -
Dean: don't say it don't fucking say it. I give up okay? I'm done. I'm so done. I give up. I GIVE UP!
Cas: I'm sorry Dean, I'll laugh -
Dean: nO - I'VE G I V E N U P
~
BONUS
Jack: ...what's happening?
Sam: Sam keeps forgetting how new you are until moments like these happen
~
EPILOGUE
*Sam, Cas and Dean are reading up on archangel lore*
Cas: *to Sam* ...and that is how he uses all 6 wings to his advantage.
Sam: that information could really be useful when we take him on. All you know about archangels is really gonna be helpful Cas, I should write it down. Speak slower
Sam: I can't take all of it at once.
Dean: *tries to resist but can't* THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID *Cas is stoic as ever and Sam bitchfaces him*
Sam: grow up jerk
Dean: bitch *does the armpit cart thing to demonstrate just how grown up he is*
Cas, suddenly: *snickers*
Dean: did you just -
Cas: I - I mean, I just - *begins to chuckle as he replays it in his head*
Dean:
Cas: *rolling on the floor, full fledged laughing*
Dean:
Dean:
Dean: I've been...its been...y E a r s...I mean - this is what makes you laugh...I mean...
Cas: *unable to breathe from the laughing, red in the face*
Dean: ...fArTS, CAS!?
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Kappa Beta part 5
FinalÂ
You know what that means lads. VIAGRA SERIES IS ON ITS WAY.Â
thank you for all the love on this series, i cant wait for yall to read the next one <3
She straightened out her dress knowing this was a bad idea, that she was 100% being set up right now. Did he know? Was he even aware of anything going on around him? God why would he be, itâs not as if she made it obvious. Letting his whole frat house dick her down probably wasnât the best way to say âhey youâre really cute, letâs date!â If punching herself in the face was an option right now, itâs one she would accept with open arms.
âAnd are you sure everyone will be there?â She questioned, one last time for good measure. Lara rolled her eyes, overtly sick of all these damn questions. In reality she knew she would be alone with him, she could see it in her best friends eyes. She was a shady bitch, but one terrible liar, especially towards her.
âYES, 100%, I promise everyone will be together tonight.â Technically that wasnât a lie, nor was it the whole truth. Lara was finally meeting the boys tonight, Jimin excluded, but the boys all the same. She looked at her skeptically trying to find a lie, unable to fine the wavering she shrugged grabbing her purse.
âFine, letâs go then!â She chirped, grabbing Laraâs hand, staying rooted to the spot she shook her head, causing a frown to form on the latterâs face.
âYea, no. Look at me, I am no where NEAR ready to meet these men!! You go ahead, Iâll text you when Iâm on my way.â She replied, easily letting the bullshit fall out her mouth. Frowning she shrugged, muttering a small âwell okayâŚâ before exiting the house. Lara slipped down onto the couch sighing with relief texting the boys.
âSheâs on her way, get out of there now!â She got a few emojis in response, confirming they were making their exit before locking her phone and chuckling to herself.
âJIMIN, WE ARE GOING OUT TO GET STUFF FOR TONIGHT! WANT ANYTHING?!â He rolled his eyes, looking exasperatedly at his door.
âNO JUNGKOOK, AND HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THIS, stop screaming on the other side of my door. It ainât that thick dude.â He spoke, swinging the door open glaring at the taller boy.
âOh I just thought maybe YOU thought it was thicker.â He spoke, smirking. He didnât want to ask, but curiosity killed the cat and all that shit.
âWhy would I think that Kook?â Pushing his hair back with his hand, he sighed. Jungkooks smirk still plastered on his perfect fucking face.
âJust how loud you are, you know. Do you always think of Y/N or is that just nights you want to-â
âFUCK OFF JUNGLECOCK!â He screamed, slamming the door in the younger boys face, sometimes he really couldnât stand living here.
Yes he really liked this girl, fuck ever since she sat down on that couch, all bashful and shy, he had a thing for her. All the boys talked about destroying her, about wanting to fuck her until the only word she knew was their name. Not Jimin, he wanted to take care of her, to cuddle and watch movies. He wanted to go to parties and look for her in a crowd, he wanted her and only her. Sensing she had different plans however, he stayed out of her way, making sure that whatever she wanted she got. Whether it was him or not.
He recalls vividly Hobi talking about fucking her, his brags about how well she took him, how amazing she felt around him. Jinâs brag quickly after that of âYouâre not the only one who got her yesterdayâ making all them groan in want. He remembered Namjoon entering the living room, followed closely by Jungkook, talking about how much fun they had. How they hadnât expected to enjoy a threesome with each other so much. About how rough they had been, about how well she took it all. By this point he was angry, watching everyone else get a go, and not him.
For a while he questioned if it was him that she didnât want, but then she had come over recently, and never went to bed with anyone. That gave him comfort, that maybe you just didnât want that anymore. Then he came home that night, all the boys crowded around Tae and Yoongi, begging for details, juicy details. They turned around to him, pity on their features, he was the last one. The only one left, and judging by your lack of attention towards him. It would never happen.
SO like any normal boy, with a bruised ego and a pained heart, he did what he knew best. Burying his dick in the prettiest thing that looked his way and avoiding her at all costs. Truthfully it wasnât the smartest idea, but it helped for a while. That was before every face he looked at he saw her, every smile was dull compared to what he remembered of hers. Every moan, or groan, every whimper they made, there was no way it was near what he imagined hers being.
A swift knock at the front door brought him out of his thoughts, he didnât know how long he had been sitting there so he assumed it was one of the boys.
âWhat did you forget Nam-â He stopped his sentence, taking in her appearance. She was dressed for a party, he would give her that. Her hair was done to perfection, not a hair out of place, flowing in curls down her back. Her make up looked, yeah, to be honest Jimin didnât know much about that, he just knew she looked fucking amazing. The tight black dress she picked hugged her body, stopping mid thigh, he couldnât stop his eyes trailing the length of her legs settling on some sneakers.
âSmart casual, theyâre also comfy.â She spoke, fearing she was being judged, she couldnât see why he would be though considering he was in a hoodie and sweats.
âNa it looks hot- I mean Iâm hot, are you hot?, Itâs hot in here wow.â He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck, she giggled watching him curiously.
âCan I?â
âOh shit yeah, sorry!â He fumbled once again, stepping to the side. How had he not thought to let the fucking girl inside.
âSo where is everyone?â She questioned curiously, they said they would be in? Jimin shrugged, not knowing the time or anything.
âIâm not sure, they popped out about half 6 maybe? Said they would be back soon.â She sighed. She knew this was a fucking set up.
âJimin, its half seven, they arenât coming back, well not tonight at least.â She sounded disappointed, he couldnât help but wonder if she was that sad when he wasnât here. The times she showed up and he was no where in sight. He wondered if she was this upset when it was him. Not them.
âGod I should just go, Iâm sorry for-â
âWhy? You donât have to leave because itâs just me.â He whispered, she could hear the hurt in his voice. She looked at what she could see of his face, he looked upset. Why was he so sad when itâs him thatâs avoiding her?
âJimin itâs not like that.â She stated, sitting back on the couch she had raised her body from, as soon as she knew this was a set up. He turned his face to look at her, eyes hopeful and inviting, god he was so beautiful.
âThen what is it like?â He questioned, curious and ever so slightly ticked off.
âI donât want to make you uncomfortable, you seem to avoid me.â Eyes popping out his head, he shook it violently. Yes it was sad the speed he replied, but he didnât want her to feel like he was avoiding her.
âOh god no, I couldnât, I would never. I just-god how do I explain this without sounding like an idiot?â The question, directed at himself, was answered by her anyways.
âFrom the heart Jimin, tell me how youâre feeling.â She soothed, placing her hand gently on top of his, rubbing soothing circles. The motion was made to sooth, to calm, but all he could think about was how close their bodies were. How the length of her legs were incredible, how their knees were touching. How this was the closest heâd been to you since that night, that started it all.
âI uh, Iâm technically avoiding you yes, BUT NOT FOR THE REASONS YOU THINK, god Iâm so bad at this, you look so pretty tonight.â He babbled, blushing slightly. She smiled tucking a stray hair behind her ear, thanking him under her breath, urging him to continue.
âI like you, like more than just wanting to have sex with you. I avoided you because I didnât want to be like the others, but then you never even tried with me so I just assumedâŚâ trailing off he replayed the confession in his head, yeah that sounded coherent. She smirked, letting out a little snort like laugh, he looked up quickly confused at her reaction.
âJimin you idiot boy, I wasnât avoiding you because I didnât want you. Lord knows I wanted you, but I wanted you as more, like youâre saying I never wanted just sex from you. You never seemed down to do anything, the others were soâŚâ They looked at each other in stark silence for a moment before both giggling, she fell into his body sighing and trying to calm down.
âIdiots, the both of us!â He exclaimed, wrapping his arm tightly around her body. He rubbed his thumb along her shoulder, causing her to relax into him slightly more. She smiled breathing in his aftershave, snuggling in closer.
âYou can say that again.â She hummed, wrapping her arm around his waist. Planting a small kiss on the top of her head, he smiled content to a certain extent.
âSo, what do we do now?â They turned to each other, she considered the question for a moment before a sparkle danced in her eyes.
âI can think of a couple thingsâŚâ She murmured, pressing herself closer to his body, fingers trailing up his torso resting gently on his shoulder.
âOh really and what are those?â He questioned, already knowing where this was leading. He pushed his body into hers, she lay back going with the motions. Body hovered over hers, he pushed her thin strap down her shoulder, leaving it completely bare and open to him.
âWe could watch a movie, maybe order some take out?â
âOh, that sounds promising, a little boring though.â He replied, planting sweet little kisses on her cheek. As he reached her jaw and neck the kisses became more hungry, nibbling and nipping between kisses.
âOkay, maybe youâre right, we could go for a nap? I hear thatâs a thing people do these days.â His lips smashed against hers, in a hungry and heated kiss. The months of avoiding each other, staying far away all coming down to this moment.
âThat sounds good, one problem. This isnât really a bedroom setting, the boys could come home and disturb our nap.â He whispered through kisses, pushing her dress up her hips. She moaned into the kiss, feeling his hands trailing up her body, gripping everything in his path.
âWe could move, to the bedroom I mean.â He cocked his eyebrow, fiddling with the hem of her panties.
âWould you want that baby? The bedroom instead?â He queried, voice huskier and deeper than before, she bit her lip jerking her hips into his crotch.
âFuck no.â She gasped, slamming her lips onto his one more time. He yanked her panties down her legs, the cold air hitting her wetness, breath stuttering in her throat. His fingers traced up her inner thigh, sparking goosebumps in their way. His finger finally reached where she needed him, gasp pouring out her mouth. He chuckled seeing her already so pent up, ripping open the top of her dress her breasts bounced free.
âThis was one of my favourite dresses.â She pouted, looking down at the now destroyed item of clothing.
âIâll buy you a new one baby, a better one, a sexier one.â He smirked, pushing a finger ever so gently inside of her, she whined at the feeling reaching out to grab his shoulders. Lowering his head, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, enjoying the low groaning noise she makes.
âJimin, fuck just fuck me please.â She wanted foreplay, she really wanted it damn, but she was far more desperate to feel him. To feel what she had been missing. He moaned in her ear, not expecting to hear her say it that fast, yet he was so turned on he couldnât say no. Even if he wanted to.
He stood up, pulling his trousers and boxers down his legs, sitting down on the couch. Patting his thighs he let her know exactly what he wanted. She smirked standing up, slipping herself out of the dress, kicking it to the side. Like it would matter that shit was destroyed. Sauntering over to him, she slipped her knees on either side of his legs scooting so their chests pushed against each other.
âWe donât have to do this if you donât want to.â She whispered onto his lips. It was weird for her, to have the tables turned so suddenly. For her to be saying they could stop, it made her smile, lips still pressed against his.
âI want to, fuck I want to.â He whined against her lips, gripping her hips tighter, forcing her to grind or move or something. She nodded lightly, kissing his lips one last time before wrapping her hand around his dick, pumping gently a couple of times. He moaned, throwing his head back, looking down at her, eyelids half closed. The gaze was penetrative, causing a shiver to glide down her spine. Slipping her thumb quickly across the top of his cock, gathering some pre cum before lifting her hips and slipping down on him. She placed her finger in her mouth, sucking off the pre cum but keeping direct eye contact the whole time.
âYouâre such a tease, you know that?â He gasped, feeling her clenching around him. She smiled cheekily, nodding in reply. He placed his hands gently on her hips, urging her to move herself on him. She bit her lip raising her hips slightly, sinking back down letting a groan out.
âFuck baby, you feel so good.â He grunted, helping her move her hips up and down, thrusting up to meet her half way. She let out short moans, breathless, holding her boobs as they bounce with each thrust.
âFuck Jimin, harder oh my god!â She screamed, feeling like she was balanced on the edge, needing a hard push. He let a low guttural groan vibrate his chest before flipping their bodies around, her now lying on the couch. This position let him thrust harder and faster into her, hitting her sweet spot every damn time. She trailed her nails down his back, practically screaming for him at this point. His hand slipped between their bodies, seeking out her clit quickly. Feeling close himself, he needed to push her over the edge before he came.
âFuck, Jimin, Iâm, fuck!â She screamed, pushing his hips tighter into hers with her feet. She came with nothing but a breathless whimper, back arching and convulsing against him. As she clenched around him he came too, the feeling pushing him that little bit further over the edge. His body collapsed on top of hers, she giggled at his sweaty body pressed against hers, running her hand soothingly through his hair.
âwe should get off this couch before they come home.â She whispered a while after, both of them completely down from their highs. He sighed, agreeing, pulling out slowly he helped her stand, both heading to the bathroom and then to bed.
âSo do we date now?â He asked awkwardly, tracing circles into her stomach. She hummed, petting his hair.
âIâd hope so, I did just confess my attraction to you.â She chuckled, causing Jimin to poke at her sides.
âDonât be cheeky, itâs not too early for me to break up with you!â She gasped pushing him off, folding her arms in mock anger.
âAh, baby donât be like that, you know I want you.â He whispered, crawling on top of her body nibbling gently at her earlobe.
âHmm and how do I know that?â She countered, trailing her hands over his body anyways.
âIâm sure I can think of a few waysâŚâ He answered, slipping his hands slowly between their bodies.
âOkay, 20 bucks says they didnât fuck.â Jungkook whispered as they walked through the living room. Namjoon picked up an item of clothing from the floor, holding it up for the boys. The top half ripped completely, all of them smirking.
âYou might want to rethink that bet KookieâŚâ Yoongi replied, smirking at the ruined dress.
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Words of Love 25/27 [Why hadn't he tried to kiss her again?]
Yearn: (verb) to have an earnest or strong desire; to feel tenderness; be moved or attracted.
It had been months since he tried to kiss her in his hallway. Eleven, to be specific. Call her optimistic, but she had hoped after everything was healed and resolved they could pick up where they had left off. They didnât. Instead, they went back to living in a constant state of innuendos and trepidation.
In all the time since then, itâs only been brought up twice , and it was only in shy acknowledgement. One time was when they had to run an errand to his place. While he was unlocking the door, her gaze was automatically drawn to the area in the hallway where it had almost happened. The harsh click of the door unlocking shocked her eyes back to his, only to see he was staring at her with a wistful grin. Neither of them said anything.
The other time was a little more verbal, but barely. It had been hot in their office so they cracked the window, and a bee got in. It buzzed around the room noisily until an agitated Mulder stood up and, in a violent slap, killed the bee against a filing cabinet. Under his breath, she heard him mutter, âGod, I hate bees.â
She casually muttered back with a tinge of frustration, âYeah, tell me about it.â They locked eyes and the recognition was heavy in the room. She coyfully cocked and eyebrow at him, begging him to say something, but was interrupted by a phone call. It wasnât mentioned again.
As much as she wished she could deny it, in all honesty, she replayed that moment in the hallway on a daily basis . â His heartfelt admittance, the way his arms felt embracing her, the way his hands felt caressing her face, the look of pure love in his eyes as he leaned in, the velvet silk of his lips grazing her, the sting of that fucking bee. Some nights it made her sad, some angry, sometimes it got her off, but on nights like tonight, it made her drown her sorrows in booze.
It was rare, but it happened. Sometimes they would have a really good day, lots of flirting, maybe he touched her back one too many times, but then he said his goodbye for the day and they just parted ways. Instead of going home, she would go to a local bar and have a few rounds before hailing a taxi. It was just a little too depressing to go home and sulk alone at her apartment for hours. Drinking sometimes even enhanced her mood.
âHey Dana, long time no see.â The same bartender was there every time. He was around fifty, married, and had listened to her rant about Mulder far too many times not to be embarrassed a little.
âHey Tony,â she smiled, taking a seat at a secluded end of the bar.
âYou want to start off with a Vodka Cranberry?â He asked, already preparing the drink.
âYou know me so well,â she laughed and he passed her the drink after a moment.
Per usual, Scully sat at the bar and read from a book she kept in her purse, tonight it was a Neil Gaiman novel. She enjoyed the time to herself, it distracted her, she either got a nice buzz or comfortably drunk, and she was never worried, Tony was a great bouncer as well as listener.
She figured it was because she was a relatively young woman sitting alone at a bar, but once or twice every time, some random man would come and flirt with her. Even though she was sexually frustrated, they were never enticing enough; not tall enough, hair wasnât brown enough, eyes not hazel enough, name not Fox Mulder enough. She would laugh, smile, let them but her a few drinks, and, when she gave him the signal, Tony would shoo them away. Usually, âsheâs with the feds,â was enough.
Tonight was no different. She was on her third mixed drink, and sixty pages in, when a relatively handsome man sat next to her. She didnât catch his name, it didnât really matter, but his conversation was good and he bought her two shots and she was feeling good. Nameless man was telling her about an upcoming trip to Europe when her phone interrupted him. âSorry about that,â she mumbled as she reached for her phone.
âScully,â she said after trying to clear her throat of any possible slurring that would probably occur, realizing how drunk she was in that moment.
âHey, itâs me. I was just in your neck of the woods and I was wondering if I could stop by.â
âOh, hey Mulder! Yeah you totally can, but Iâm not there,â she was playing with the rim of her glass, heart tingling the prospect of Mulder wanting to see her.
There was a slight pause as Mulder processed her words, chuckling a little bit, âI wanted to see you, not your apartment. Where are you?â The amusement in his voice made her think he knew she was drinking, even though she was trying to hide it.
âIâm at the bar, Cool Beans, to be specif-ic,â a hiccup embarrassingly slipping out.
âBabe, let me buy you another,â Nameless declared, she glanced at him, forgetting he was even there still, and politely shook her head.
âScully, are you with someone?â He was trying to sound amused but he couldnât hide the fear lacing his voice.
âNo, no. I came here by myself and then,â she paused and turned to Nameless, âWhatâs your name?â
âMark,â he reminded her.
âThen Mark came and has been buying me drinks.â She could practically hear Mulderâs anxiety through the phone.
âHey, Iâm not sure I caught your name?â Namel-Mark interrupted.
âDana,â she said, not paying him much attention since she had Mulder on the phone.
âThat fits, being you could definitely make me explode like Danamite,â he boasted, laughing at his own joke.
Scully was cringing at the horrible name pun, but Mulder apparently overheard and was offended by the crudeness on her behalf, âScully, Iâll be there in a few minutes. Donât go anywhere.â She was met with a dial tone before she could respond.
She felt a goofy grin spread across her face as she quickly finished off the new shot in front of her and adjusted her clothing. She quickly ran her index fingers under her eyes, checking the pads for running eyeliner. What could she say, she was excited to see him even though she just had two hours ago.
When she was finished a few moments later, a voice broke her out of her reverie. âHon, I donât know what youâre fidgeting around for. You look beyond sexy in that little suit.â Oh, heâs still here.
She turned to him with a polite smile before saying, âSorry, my partnerâs coming to drink with me. I appreciated your company though.â Even in her state of inebriation, she realized how harsh of a send off that was.
âAww, come on,â he slurred, putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning closer, âCanât we have a little more fun?â
âNo thank y-you,â she slurred slightly, pushing him away.
He was about to lean back in when a strong hand clasped around his shoulder, pulling him back. âShe said no.â She followed the arm up to the face and saw a very stern Mulder glaring at the man he was touching. If looks could kill, Mark would be on the floor.
Regardless of Mulderâs apparent irritation, she was ecstatic to see him. She knew her enthusiasm was partly fuelled by alcohol, but it didnât stop her from sending a beaming smile his way, âMulder! Youâre here!â
Mark got up reluctantly before mumbling, âDamn, she barely even looked at me and you get that reaction after five seconds. Not fair dude,â but luckily he left without any reluctance. Mulder watched him go before sitting down in the recently vacant spot.
âI missed you.â The words came out of her mouth, but she was too drunk to feel any embarrassment. She half wished she hadnât gotten drunk tonight so she could have been at her apartment when he was going to make his unexpected visit. But he was with her now, and thatâs all that mattered.
He smiled at her words, âScully, you saw me two hours ago.â
âAnd I mi-ssed you after five minutes-sâ she slurred, hailing Tony the bartender over.
âScully, how much have you had to drink?â He laughed.
âUmmmm-â she started, tapping a finger on her lips, noticing his eyes were drawn to the motion.
âSheâs had three Vodka Cranberryâs, two shots of Fireball, and one shot of Jager, and sheâs never gonna be interested in you buddy,â Tony snapped, glaring at Mulder.
Scully reached out and put her hands on Mulderâs shoulders, and whispered, not so quietly, âN-no, no, Tony, this is Mulder .â She drew out his name with unnecessary emphasis, the manâs eyebrows skyrocketing instantly in recognition from all her stories from the past few months.
âNo shit! Well in that case, completely disregard that last comment,â he told a very confused Mulder. Scully ordered her and Mulder each a Shiner beer and closed out her tab.
She turned back to Mulder and saw he was staring at her in complete fascination. âWhat?â she laughed, taking a swig of her beer.
âIâve never seen you drunk before. Youâre so smiley,â he said, swiging his own drink.
She swayed lightly on her barstool and Mulderâs hand instinctively shot out to her thigh to stabilize her. His touch was electric and her own hand covered his to maintain the contact. âIâm just so happy to see you.â
âScully, you see me all the time,â his eyes held an intensity she hadnât seen in a while. Like he was trying to take in a plethora of new information and was desperately burning everything into his memory.
âI know, but we never hang out,â she whined.
âScully, you pick up the phone and Iâll be there in a heartbeat. I want to hang out too, thatâs why I had been coming over,â he reassured, hand squeezing the part of her leg he was still touching.
A little twinge of self-consciousness made its way through her inebriation and she started playing with the rim of the bottle to avoid his gaze. âI-I know youâd come if I asked, but I donât want to feel like Iâm burdening you or that youâre j-just doing it to appease me.â She felt his hand leave her leg before it was relocated to her chin, nudging her head to look at him.
His eyes held a mix of happiness and determination âScully, I promise, from the bottom of my heart, I will never consider you a burden. If anything, Iâm an inconvenience to you.â
She shook her head obnoxiously to emphasize her point, stopping when it made her dizzy, âNo, no. Mulder, you are never an inconvenience to me! I love y-spending time with you.â Her heart was pounding from her near-declaration of love and she quickly finished off the last sip of her beer in one sweep.
He smiled and finished his own drink  before standing up and holding out his hand. âI think itâs about time I take you home.â
She grabbed his hand and slid out of the barstool and immediately fell into his waiting arms, relishing the strength and care he held her with. It was greedy, but she took the opportunity to wrap her arms around him and inhale the scent of him she only ever got whiffs of. She smiled into his chest when she felt him fully return the hug, resting one hand supportively on her back, his unspoken territory, and the other cradled her head.
After a moment he pulled back, still keeping her steady and looked down at her. She kept resting her cheek on his chest, but met his gaze. âScully, I need to get you home.â
She drunkenly nodded and she heard a voice call from the bar, âI ordered you guys a cab, it should be here any minute.â
She didnât take her eyes off Mulder as he gave the man words of appreciation. She also got to watch the bashful blush paint his face with the bartenders next words, âAnd buddy, if a bee is enough to stop you, buy a damn can of Raid.â Mulder looked back down at Scully for an explanation but she only chuckled in response, then grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the bar.
The cab was waiting for them and the ride was quick and smooth, she just rested her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the contact. When they pulled up in front of her building, Mulder paid the driver and helped Scully get out, holding a strong arm around her middle.
They were both relatively silent the whole elevator ride up, simply relishing the normally forbidden closeness. When they got to her hallway, she was reminded of why she got drunk in the first place. The kiss she had been yearning for for almost a year. Granted, wrong hallway, but still. A new found fervor filled her body and she stood up straighter as Mulder unlocked her door with his own key. When they were inside Mulder noticed her new demeanor. Apparently her look of determination wasnât coming across as intense as she had hoped because he started chuckling, his eyes darting between her turned up chin and the hands on her hips. âYes, Scully?â he prompted.
âWhy havenât you tried again?â She was able to refrain from slurring, but it definitely didnât come out like the proclamation she wanted.
âI donât know what you mean?â He cocked his head to the side.
âEleven months ago Mulder!â She loudly declared, causing him to raise his eyebrows, âYou almost kissed me, but were cock blocked by a bee. I thought when we got back you might, I dunno, try again! But nooooo, you donât even talk about it! In case you didnât notice Mulder, I was leaning forward, I wanted that, but now I feel like you were just using it as a ploy to get me to stay. Why will you only love me when youâre scared?â What she wanted to sound like a powerful speech faded to a melancholic plea.
Mulderâs eyes widened at her proclamation and he quickly was shaking his head to dissuade her fears. âScully, n-no, please donât think that.â He took a step towards her and nudged her to look at him again. âI love you so, so much. Beyond words. You consume my every thought. You just never mentioned it and I didnât know if you wanted to bury it. You were upset at the time and I didnât know if it was something you regretted."
She was beaming at his words and cursing that, in a desperate attempt to meet what they assumed the other wanted, they had both postponed what they had both wanted so badly. âMulder, I love you so much. The only thing I regretted was getting stung by the bee.â
They both were openly relieved at the newfound revelation, spending a few moments just embracing each other. Scully was the first to break the silence, looking up at him, she whispered, âCan we try again?â
He bit his lip before mournfully groaning, âI canât right now because I still fear that youâll regret this in the morning and I would hate for you to think I took advantage of you while you were under the influence.â
She groaned in response, âMulder. Usually I love what a progressive man you are, but right now itâs really being a pain in my ass.â He heartily laughed in response but it faltered when he noticed she was still hungrily looking at him. âWhat if I kissed you ? Then itâs on me, and I promise I will be thrilled with myself and you wonât have to feel guilty.â
He gave her an appreciative look and that was all she needed. She raised herself up on her toes and pressed a hungry kiss to his lips. He placed one hand on the small of her back as the other entangled itself in her hair. They stayed like that for a moment until he broke off and looked down at her, a goofy smile plastered on his face. The kiss was brief, but it was beautiful. âIâll have to return the favor when Iâm positive youâll remember,â he murmured, pressing a kiss into her hair.
âIâm looking forward to it,â she mused. He waited in the living room as she went into her bedroom and changed into her pyjamas, which consisted of underwear and an oversized T-Shirt. It took a little bit longer than normal due to her getting dizzy with every sudden movement, but when she was ready she called out for him to come in.
He tentatively wandered into her room, glancing around at the new territory before taking in her outfit, or lack thereof, with hungry eyes. He quickly averted his gaze back to her own amused one and smiled at her. âWill you spend the night with me? Just sleep next to me. Itâs something Iâve always wanted to do, share a bed with you lying next to me. I want to see you in the morning and remember that this really happened. I donât want to wake up and assume it was another dream and have you not mention it in fear I regret it.â
When she mentioned she dreamt about this she saw the sight twinge of arousal pass over his face, quickly taken over amusement at her last sentiment. âYou know me so well.â She nodded proudly at his words and patted the bed for him to lay next to her.
He looked like he was about to say something, but after a quickly glance at her underwear-clad lower half, shrugged and took off his jeans. He must have been about to say he didnât have any pyjamas before figuring her would be no more indecent than she was. She looked at his muscular thighs appreciatively as he tucked himself under the covers with her. She turned off the bedside lamp and they were plunged into darkness. All the sudden, the exhaustion from today caught up with her and she had a hard time keeping her eyes open. She turned on her side and nestled into him. He wrapped a warm arm around her, pulling her closer and kissed the crown of her head. âI love you.â The words tickled her head, and she swore no matter how many times he said it, her heart would always leap.
âI love you too,â she whispered into his chest before slipping off to the most restful sleep of her life.
She woke up and immediately noticed two things. One: Her head pounded, two: her naked legs were entangled with a manâs naked legs, a sensation she hasnât felt in over half a decade. She tentatively opened her eyes and let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was Mulder laying next to her, his face more peaceful than she had ever seen it before.
Memories of last night came rushing back to her and she could have cried from happiness. He loves her, and he knows she loves him. She remembered how great the kiss was, but it got a little hazy after that. She started to feel butterflies in her stomach. How did they end up basically naked in her bed? She really would have wanted to remembered their first time.
During her inner monologue his eyes opened and he was freely watching her, nervous anticipation. She immediately dissuaded his fears by leaning down and kissing him on the mouth, to which he eagerly responded. This kiss was more passionate than the last. Her mouth opened and it was all the prompting he needed. Their tongues touched and danced like they were meant for each other. Because they were.
After they broke apart, she laid back down on the bed in his arms and enjoyed the sensation. Figuring it would come up eventually, she asked âMulder, I remember the kiss, but how did we end up in bed?â
âAfter the kiss you came in here and invited me, you said it was something you always wanted,â he recounted to her with a smile, drawing lazy circles under the sleeve of the t-shirt. Something sheâs always wanted? Fuck. They had sex and she didnât remember a single thing.
She sighed and he immediately tensed in self-conscious fear, âWhat?â
âI'm just really sad that I canât remember our first time having sex,â he was silent for a moment and she shyly looked up at him through her lashes. Only to see he was smiling from ear to ear, with unabashed happiness on his face. So apparently it was fantastic sex and I canât remember it, great.
âWhy are you smiling? Was it good?â It was her turn to be self-conscious.
âI donât know Scully, but Iâm more than willing to find out,â his voice was saturated with amusement and enthusiasm.
Now she was just confused. âWait, what?â
He used one of his hands to lightly brush her baby hairs out of her face as he enlightened her, âWhen you invited me in here last night you said you have always wanted to share a bed with me. Thatâs all we did. We just laid down and fell asleep.â She wasnât sure she had ever blushed harder in her entire life and it just egged him on. âI gotta say, Scully. Iâm really appreciating how open youâre being about what you want from me.â
In all honesty, she probably would have been more mortified at her confession if he wasnât telling her he wanted the same thing by the way his eyes were clouded with lust and happiness. âWell, my memory might not be great, but I definitely remember after the kiss  you said youâd return the favor,â she teased.
She giggle when he rolled on top of her, âAsk and you shall receive,â he declared before kissing her again.
Yeah, sheâd remember, and it was way more than just good.
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