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knight-of-flowerss · 1 month ago

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Omg sweet blue collar mechanic cregan and his like kinda stuck up spoilt girlfriend reader would be >>>

their dynamic would be so cute her pouting and needing his help all the time and him just being her lap dog

OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO SMARTTTT and yes 100% he would do ANYTHING!!! He's like a big puppy dog but looks like he could batter u 😭

Mechanic!Cregan Stark x Stuck up!Reader

MDNI 18+!!!!

MASTERLIST

🔧•Working at a chop shop was something Cregan didn't think he'd be doing at twenty seven.

🔧•I mean, he's done a ton of illegal shit, of course he has. He literally used to work for the Targaryen's.

🔧•Crime is all Cregan ever knew. By the time he was 15, both his parents had tragically died and he was stuck with his uncle. Unfortunately, his uncle was abusive and cruel, leading Cregan to run away from home.

🔧•That's how he found himself tangled in the Targaryen crime family. He had went to school with some not so friendly people up north that got him in contact with a certain someone down south.

🔧•Aegon Targaryen was Cregan's age, just a few months younger. He had started the whole 'empire' by just being a teen addicted to drugs, but with his wealth, he managed to buy out suppliers and warehouses and he slowly became the biggest supplier of snout, green, ket. Anything you can think of, he supplies.

🔧•Aegon helped Cregan get on his feet at seventeen years old, giving him a job at the mechanic's that he owned, a secret chop shop while also being a front for money laundering. In Aegon's eyes, he killed two birds with one stone.

🔧•And there, Cregan got good at what he did. Learning under Harwin Strong, he knew how to do anything and everything on cars. And Harwin didn't just teach him how to fix cars.

🔧•On breaks, Harwin would teach Cregan how to fight. Cregan had a slight idea on how to fight, he had to defend himself against his uncle a few times but that was the only thing he was good at, defense. Harwin decided to teach Cregan offence.

🔧•You're probably thinking, why? Why would Harwin teach Cregan to fight? Well, being involved in drugs and crime, you need to know how to defend yourself. Especially since the people from Essos and Skagos have started to integrate into Westeros, bringing their own threats with them.

🔧•Cregan's done it all, seen it all, heard it all. Being the muscle of the operation, he's been through it all.

🔧•But it's died down now, he's thrown himself into more of his work at the chop shop, and that's where he met you.

🔧•A Porsche had been stolen by Luke and Joffrey and brought to the shop. That was their job, stealing. Being only ten and fourteen, they went under the police radar so they could get their slippery hands on anything, including your Porsche.

🔧•You were distraught, on the verge on calling the police when your friend Baela stopped you, begged you not to. She admitted that it was probably her boyfriend's younger brothers who stole it and it would be at the shop.

🔧•Next thing you know you're storming down to the shop in your red bottomed heels and tiny dress in the roughest part of Kingslanding.

🔧•"Oh my gods!" You shout as you walk to the shop, seeing your once gorgeous Porsche getting ripped apart for pieces. Cregan, who was in the middle of taking the bumper off, turns around to see who shouted.

🔧•He's met with the sight of you, purse in one hand and phone in the other staring in horror as he destroys your car. You storm towards him, your heels clicking furiously on the concrete.

🔧•He stands up, towering high over you as you cross your arms. "What the actual fuck do you think you're doing?!"

🔧•Cregan just stares at you, eyes widened just slightly, his mouth parted just barely, as if he was mute. "Hello?! Are you fucking deaf?!" You shout in his face.

🔧•He just shakes his head, never tearing his eyes off of you. In all his years, he'd never been silenced by a pretty girl.

🔧•Cregan didn't know how it happened. One moment, he's zoned out as you scream in his face about the car, your car that he's tearing up. And the next.. the next he's 'repaying' you with his cock in the backseat of your torn up Porsche.

🔧•Your head is lulled out of the backseat window, your tits spilling over too as he fucks you from behind.

🔧•Cregan's cheek smushes up against your spine, his brows furrowed and eyes closed. He couldn't help but enter that stage of dumbness that he was in before, soft groans leaving his lips.

🔧•His heavy balls smacks against your puffy lips, his pubic hair catching lightly against your clit each time. He's lucky Harwin wasn't in today, or else Cregan would be getting a right telling off in the office right now.

🔧•But now, he lets himself indulge in your sweet cunt, the squelching making his cock twitch each time he hears it.

🔧•His hands move forward, yanking you in the car some more. Your nipples catch against the little nook of where the window is currently winded down and a whine rips itself from your lips.

🔧•Cregan's hands reach to paw at your tits. Typical rich girl, tiny little tits but a big attitude. But he didn't mind, in fact, Cregan was a dirty fucking pervert for small tits. He doesn't know what it is but they drive him fucking feral.

🔧•After your little.. fiasco.. he finally speaks, his thick northern accent making your legs buckle, and not just because you'd been fucked within an inch of your life.

🔧•He told you his name and even offered to get Lucerys and Joffrey to steal another car for you, any brand you wanted. Of course, you declined, you don't fuck with second hand shit.

🔧•No one truly knows how it happens, not even Cregan himself, but you had begun to stick around. No labels, of course, but he was yours. Everyone knew it.

🔧•Cregan didn't really know what to do with himself. He had beaten guys to a pulp and murdered people who deserved it. He'd done drugs and even sold them to kids. But he still didn't know why he was so.. well.. submissive around you.

🔧•He wasn't submissive per se.. he just let you do the talking while his hand stayed on your hip.

🔧•He couldn't afford the latest Channel bag or the new PRADA heel, but he could fuck you. He could fuck you and make you feel like a fucking goddess.

🔧•Even if he couldn't supply you with the items that fill your wardrobe, he treat you the way you deserved. Well, a lot would say you didn't deserve it, but Cregan would just bury his head in between your thighs to silence any thought you had of their harsh words.

🔧•Basically, what I'm saying it that Cregan is a sheep in wolf's clothing and you, the reader, are a wolf in sheep's clothing. But he fucking loves you.

🔧•He's literally the boyfriend that would take care of you even if he's tired, he's still willing to fuck his pillow princess into the mattress, not letting her lift a finger, as if she ever would.

🔧•He's a perfect boyfriend and I would write more but I need to post something so 🧍‍♀️

I definitely wanna write more about Mechanic!Cregan but I just had to get something out before I go to Kurtis Conner tomorrow lmao 😭

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @cryinonthefloor553 @visenyablackwood

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inmyheaddd · 5 months ago

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walkin out the door with your bags - grayson hawthorne x reader - part 9

⤷ ''i don't wanna be forward, i don't wanna cut corners // savor this with everything i have inside of me''

a/n: this took the longest ever to write omg!! im so sorry for the wait but i hope you enjoy ❥❥ also, hot by cigarettes after sex is literally their song i might sob 😭 summary: someone gives grayson a piece of advice, and grayson spends hours trying to decipher and make sense of it, just to find out the right answer was infront of him. series masterlist — other parts

flashback, 16 years old..

''this is highly dangerous, you know.'' grayson's voice was steady as he called out. he climbed right behind you anyway.

you were climbing up to the rooftop of your house on a very tall ladder. perhaps it wasn't the safest thing, but your parents had blocked all the staircases that led to the rooftop to stop you from going up there. you found ways around it, and they hadn't noticed the ladder yet.

''okay,'' you laughed, seeing your breath in the cold air. you looked back briefly to see his gaze trained on his feet below him as you both continued going up the ladder. ''i don't really care.''

''you should.'' he mumbled back, hint of sass in his voice. you weren't sure if he wanted you to hear that or not.

''please, you care enough for the both of us,'' you replied anyways, because you remembered everything about grayson was intentional. he was capable of being very silent when he wanted to.

two more steps, and you finally reached the top of the ladder and climbing onto the rooftop. you didn't struggle much, you came here every time the sky looked pretty, and in winter, that was pretty much every night. you exhaled as you sat, ''it evens things out.''

graysons eyebrows flashed up in agreement for a moment, not arguing on that.

he reached the top and climbed over with no struggle. he sat a few inches away from you, your gaze still trained on the sky ahead. you looked behind you, taking in the the whole sunset with its shades of bruised purple and little streaks of orange.

you pulled out a small thermos from your hoodies pocket.

well, it wasnt really a small thermos, it was... more of a larger flask that you had stole from your parents room because you needed something to keep your drink warm.

but what could you say? desperate times called for desperate measures.

grayson glanced at you, then away, then immediately did a double take again and eyed the object in your hand.

his expression reminded you of a teacher: a stern, disappointed, and confused expression all together. his nose crinkled slightly, and you almost laughed out loud.

''grayson,'' you laughed, ''it's hot chocolate... i couldn't find my thermos, relax.'' you understood where he was coming from, i mean, it was a flask, but you weren't a drinker.

he didn’t say anything, but his expression said it all. he stayed looking at you conspicuously and furrowed his brows slightly.

you laughed in disbelief, ''what? you want it?" you teased. when he simply looked at you with a disapproving brow raise, you gasped.

''grayson!" you brought a hand to your chest, ''you seriously think that low of me?" you laughed and leaned closer, waving the thermos dramatically in his face. “look! see? it’s hot chocolate!”

he leaned back, avoiding the container, his lips twitching like he was fighting off a smile.

“no, no,” you teased, moving the thermos side to side in his face as he tilted his head away. “you’re going to see for yourself.”

“stop,” he muttered, his voice still calm but laced with humor.

“look!” you insisted, waving it closer.

finally, he reached out, his hand carefully covering yours to still your movements. “alright,” he said, twinges of laughter in his voice. “i understand. it’s hot chocolate.”

his hand lingered for a second longer, and your eyecontact remained, before graysons eyes flickers across your face and his hand went back to its side.

''its a tuesday evening. and i'm on a rooftop.'' you sighed as you took a sip of your hot chocolate just to prove it even further, ''i'm not that reckless.''

you screwed the lid back on and put it back in your pocket, then you covered your hands with your sleeves in an attempt to fight off the cold.

''you think you're reckless? you should see my brother.'' grayson muttered, half to himself and half to you, but there was a softness in his voice.

you set your hand back down, and only then realised just how close it was to graysons. your fingertips were a hairbreadth away.

you felt like you physically couldn't pull your hand away, and even if you did could move, it would just make things awkward.

you remembered you had to respond to grayson's statement somehow. ''jameson practically invented dangerousness and recklessness and bad decisions. he doesn't count.'' you shot back jokingly as you looked at grayson.

he huffed a chuckle, looking at his lap and shaking his head slightly. surely he must've felt your hand right next to his.

your fingers twitched slightly. you could feel the tiny movements coming from his own hand- whatever you were thinking right now, he was clearly thinking the same thing.

you were acutely aware of the closeness of his hand to yours. your gaze stayed straight ahead. you didn't dare look at your hands.

your fingers inched a little closer to his. you heard your heartbeat in your chest.

the cold didn't seem like a problem any more, and you felt his callused fingertips run over the back of your hand. then your pinky interlocked with his.

it was a simple action, but it was near impossible to ignore the way it fuelled the part of your brain that screamed 'you like grayson!'

you stared down at your intertwined hands, you knew grayson did too, but neither of you said anything. he swallowed thickly and simply brought up a story of his brothers being 'truly reckless,' and how you seem like the furthest thing from it.

soon enough, the minutes turned to hours, and you discussed everything with grayson.

from the way school had been, plans you had for the winter, if you wanted to come to true north with him and his brothers for a few days (you said yes), stories he had from true north, and sharing horror stories of ski trips.

the conversation naturally began to lull. not in a bad way, but in a comforting way. you scooted a little closer to grayson with your hands still intertwined.

you looked up at the glittering sky, ''you know, i feel really bad for you right know.

''why?'' grayson looked at you,

''because you're not wearing your glasses, and you can't see the moon tonight.'' you responded simply, glancing at him for a second before looking back at the sky. ''it's really pretty.''

grayson took his gaze to the sky, and you were right, he couldn't really see it. he could just about see the shape of it, but that was it.

he took his gaze back to you, watching you admire the moon. ''i'm sure it is.''

you hummed a little in agreement, dangling your feet back and forth over the edge. a gush of freezing cold wind suddenly rushed past the two of you, and the way you physically shuddered made you both laugh.

''god,'' you chuckled, ''i should've worn a coat or something. i didn't know it would be so cold.''

grayson nodded, '''we are quite high up, naturally, its going to be colder up here,'' he gestured to the ground below. everything looked so small from all the way up here. that was partly why you loved it.

you had a hoodie on, but grayson held his arm open anyway and invited you in. you felt 10x warmer when he enveloped you into a side hug, but surely that was because of the cashmere sweater he wore, and not him.

''grayson?'' you hummed, your head on his shoulder.

''yes?''

''you know, um thanks for always being here,'' you muttered, feeling his fingers trace patterns on your arm , ''even when i'm irrational and i'm messy and I annoy you.''

he was silent for a moment, and you were tempted to look up so you could get a read on his face. ''you could never annoy me.''

you could practically feel his voices' vibrations, and his tone was soft. different from the way he usually talks with others- stern, assertive. but he wasn't that way with you.

''but i'm irrational and messy.'' you insisted.

his hand began to slowly run up and down your arm, soothing your nervous system in a way that all the deep breaths in the world never could. ''those aren't bad things.'' he told you. ''not when its you, at least.''

you stared at his hand interlinked with yours. not when its me? what does that mean? you thought.

you opened your mouth, just about to respond when— slam.

you and grayson jolted out of each others touch. your heart was beating crazily fast.

''holy shit,'' you put a hand on your chest, catching your breath as you and grayson caught eachothers gaze and laughed out of relief.

you quickly realised you had missed being in his arms, but you just couldn't return to a moment like that. a part of you wonders if it even happened, it felt so fleeting.

you nervously laughed, tucking your hair behind your ears before you carefully peered down over the edge to where you heard the noise.

you didn't feel any better or less frightened, though. the scene below you was your mom storming out the car, dressed like she had just gotten back from an event. you quite couldn't make out her words, and her pace was as fast as ever. even from afar, her posture looked rigid and her neck looked strained, like she was holding back tears or screams.

your dad got out of the car right after, slamming his side of the door too and shaking his head to himself as he tried to catch up to your mom. his hands were out like he was pleading or reasoning, and his expression was something dark that you didn't like.

grayson followed your gaze, seeing the scene you were looking at. he hadn't realised he was smiling a little until he felt his face drop.

grayson looked back at you, but it was hard to tear your gaze away from the scene, even when this scene was something you saw quite frequently. you tried to hone into your eavesdropping skills to hear what they were arguing about this time, but you were simply too far.

you name fell from his lips, and he repeated it twice when you didn’t answer. then finally asked, “are you alright?”

you didn't look straight at him, but he saw your expression. and he saw the way your fingers curled into a fist. you chewed on your bottom lip and blinked rapidly, then untucked your hair from behind your ears so it shielded your face.

he felt his heart drop. he had never seen you cry before.

you always acted as if nothing bothered you, and when it was obvious that something did, you hid it.

for a terrible moment, he worried that he wouldn't know what to do, that he'd somehow make things worse, but he simply let his actions come naturally.

he silently wished that this would be the last time he’d see you cry, he wished he could keep you happy forever.

you seemed to finally realise he was still looking at you, and you sat up straight.

''sorry— i’m sorry.'' you mumbled as you quickly wiped at your eyes with the back of your hands. ''oh my god,'' you let out a chuckle, like it would make him forget the tears. ''that was so embarrassing, i'm literally fine. i don't know what that was.''

grayson watched you try and regain a sense of normalcy, ''its not embarrassing to feel,'' he told you.

he knew that was highly hypocritical of him to say that, considering the way he acted, but he would truly sit with you for hours listening to you talk about your feelings. for days, until the end of time, even.

he'd always be there for you, and he wished you would believe him when he said it. ''would you,” he trailed off, gaze flickering between your features, “would you like to talk about it?”

he knew the answer was likely going to be no, because he knew you, but he wanted to let you know that he’d be there for you always, if you suddenly decided you did want to talk.

you were silent for a moment, and every second of it, with every shuddering breath you took, he felt a stronger urge to be the one who wiped your tears, the one who held you. he watched you tentatively, concern written all over his face.

he recently felt like his feelings were blurring over the lines of them being simply friendly.

“actually,'' you sniffled a little, ''can we not talk about it?” you said, just like he had suspected.

you felt him nod, and said no more after that. he wouldn't push you. he knew when it was right to be persistent, and when to simply stay silent.

you took a deep breath. ''i'm feeling even more messy and irrational right now,'' you tried to lighten the mood with another laugh, but it just sounded sad. ''i don't know why i got like that, i mean, its not even that bad, compared to others.''

graysons brows knitted together. ''it doesn't matter what its like compared to others.'' he told you, his voice steady while yours wavered.

you finally raised your head from his shoulder ever so slowly and looked at him. your expression was unfamiliar. it was pained.

his gaze flickered between your eyes. he found himself speaking once again.

''i don't care about the others, i care about you.'' he squeezed your hand slightly, ''you should care about you, too.''

present...

grayson was oddly exhausted. he doubted that has anything to do with the fact that he had slept at 2 in the morning, though. the first thing he did was take a cold shower, but even that didn't help.

he didn't like to have caffeine so early on an empty stomach, but it seemed like he had no choice.

''good morning.'' he nodded curtly at gigi who was leaning on the counter, making his way to the coffee machine.

she was looking at him strangely, but that wasn't a rare occurrence, so he paid it no mind. grayson took a mug out of the cabinet, then he heard gigi clear her throat from behind him. he raised a brow to himself, still looking down at his cup.

then he finally realised- gigi was in his house.

he turned around swiftly, cup still in his hand as his eyes glazed over gigi suspiciously.

''you're in my house.'' he pointed out blankly, and gigi rolled her eyes.

''why are you in my house?'' grayson ordered. now, he was definitely shaken out of his previous stupor.

''you know, you're a real idiot, grayson.'' that was not a good morning, or an answer to his question.

''excuse me?'' he put his cup down on the counter he was standing behind. he was confused why gigi was in his kitchen to begin with, much less calling him an idiot at the ripe hour of 6 in the morning as he tried to make his black coffee.

''listen,'' gigi put on a stern face and hopped on the counter, but it was difficult to take her seriously with her bed head and ever so slightly puffy face, clearly having just woken up. how could grayson possibly not hear her come in?

''im gonna cut straight to the point.'' she started, and Grayson was glad she said that, because he was not in the mood for anything else but an explanation. ''I'm here because you did something. ever since about 3 days ago when you visited she’s been acting all weird. she won’t tell me what’s wrong, but i know something’s up with her. and i know it has something to do with you.'

she didn’t even have to say your name, there was only one her when it came to grayson. ever since that day where you came up to him so many years ago, asking him why he sat alone. there was always one her. you.

a heavy weight settled over his chest. “what makes you think i visited?” he forced himself out of his thoughts and asked, not confirming he did visit you, but not fully denying it either.

gigi rolled her eyes like it was obvious before she stole a grape from the fruit basket on the counter she sat on top of. “she won't tell me anything, did her whole control freak routine. i woke up the next morning with the whole living room redone, her room layout completely changed, and every surface literally polished and sparkling. she doesn’t just do that for no reason. for anyone.”

gigi tried to sound unbothered about the topic when she spoke, but the way she fiddled with her hands gave it away to grayson. it was obvious though, no one would like to talk about how their best friend was hurting. just as much as no one would like to hear about it, and know they caused it.

could he even call you his best friend anymore? he had never said it outright to you, but he suddenly wished he had told you how much he appreciated you every second he had the chance.

“you must've messed up bad, gray.”

grayson averted his gaze. suddenly the fruits looked extremely interesting.

he couldn’t take back the horrible actions he made, the ways he tried to cope, the way he tried to silence his fears. they were done, they were his fault. that didn’t stop him from regretting them every single moment of his days. but even then, he still somehow seemed to be making the wrong choices.

“I suppose you wouldn't be able to give me any advice on what to do?'' he asked rhetorically, his voice carrying too much emotion than he would like. he sat up straight in his chair and cleared his throat.

grayson never asked for advice. he never asked for help. he did everything alone.

and look where that got him.

“hey, i'd give advice to you any time you need it!,'' gigi said half jokingly, tucked her hair behind both of her ears, her voice carried a weight that revealed that she could tell just how grayson was feeling.

''listen, i’d like to be super cool and mysterious, and give you some vague advice like ‘do whatever your heart tells you,’ or, ‘the right choices will find you,’'' gigi said, putting on a deep voice and making quotation marks with her fingers. ''but you somehow manage to always make the worst decisions ever. without fail.” her voice was back to normal, raising her eyebrows and pointing at him.

even he knew she was right.

“you’ve messed up way too much, and i don’t want you hurting my best friend any further, so i’ll give you this:” gigi continued, and grayson realized she wasn’t doing this for him, she was doing it for you. then, another thought that he been trying to avoid came up again: he hurt you much more than he had realised.

“talk to her. and stay. you know her better than anyone, why on gods green earth would you believe that when she said she’s ‘fine’ or that ‘she doesn’t care’ that she was seriously saying the truth?” gigis expression turned sour as she furrowed her brows, like the topic annoyed her to even speak about.

believe me, grayson thought, however aggravated you are about this, i’m infinitely more aggravated with myself.

“you’re annoyingly persistent sometimes, so make some good use out of it.” gigi said, “i’m not going to tell you the things she’s told me exactly, but, you must’ve been a real idiot to just stand there and nod when she tells you that a kiss you shared was a mistake.”

grayson wasn’t surprised gigi knew all of that. grayson figured that was all he would get from gigi, but he selfishly found himself wanting to know more about how you were feeling. he was grasping for anything. you had both seemingly cleared up the air, decided you were 'friends' again and nothing more, but you hadn't even talked since.

usually, in a time back when things were as perfect as they could’ve been, you would’ve been telling him first hand. now, he had to find out about how you felt because of him by his half sister.

it would never go back to the way it was. grayson could only hope to make it better than before.

he was no stranger to saying something, and meaning, truly longing for something completely different, so he didn't blame you for not

he wonders what he did wrong this time.

the girl, ella.

he was told it would be a good pr move on his end. he hadn’t been seen in the media for a while— which was how he liked it— but his team argued it would be good for him to resurface before the additions to the charities, to get more press.

he would’ve simply said no. it would've been final, and his team wouldve never brought tbut the girl, ella, was what ended up convincing him. she was trying to hide her relationship with a co star of hers, another girl grayson couldn’t quite remember the name of.

all he remembered was being told ella was being bombarded with rumors, and she needed to out a stop to them before the second season of her show premiered. she was severely distressed—it was her first show, and she herself hadn't even come out to the public yet.

so he agreed. it went on for 2 weeks until there was enough social media posts and tabloids posted of them two.

he thought about the way your voice wavered when he went over to talk, the way you eyed him silently, the way your body language contradicted your words. you were silently angry at him, but you stayed friendly. he didn't have to solve anything to figure that one out.

he could always understand you even when you didn't have the right words to say it yourself, or when you simply didn't want to. a picture played in his mind— one of him nodding his head with an arm around your shoulders, offering comfort silently when you mumbled ''actually, can we not talk about it?" into his chest quietly. he remembered how his heart ached.

you had both mastered the language that had been created and growing between you since the day you met. now, he still knew it, but he had nowhere to even put it to use. he doubts he could ever truly forget it, though.

grayson realised too late how horrible of an image the ella debacle must've painted in your eyes. it was possibly the worst choice he had ever made. right after the days he went not speaking to you, and the times he didn't stay.

he hated himself for the decisions he made, and gigi should've hated him too.

''why are you here, telling me this?'' grayson finally said. he was aware that his eyes were instinctively narrowed suspiciously, but he couldn't help it. gigi looked at him sympathetically.

''because, unfortunately, you guys are too stubborn and stupid to see what's clearly right infront of you.'' she said simply with a dramatic sigh. ''and you need me— the super-smart-all-seeing-gigi, to help the process along a little. and, despite the way you've been acting, you're my brother,'' her voice softened, ''and i don't like seeing you sad.''

he didn't even deny he was sad. there was no point. he contemplated asking more, brows furrowed as he looked at the counter infront of him, hands gripping the edges tightly. but he stayed silent instead, replaying gigi's words and trying to make more sense of them.

''...well, if that's all,'' she said, breaking the silence. ''i've got to go, i have a flight to catch.'' that explained why she was awake at 6 in the morning.

''where are you going?'' his grey eyes narrowed once again, this time, he was acutely aware of it.

''none of your business.'' she taunted, slipping right back into their sibling banter. ''well, actually—'' a smile stretched across her face despite her efforts, ''its noah, i don't know if you even remember him, but, he's taking me on a trip.'' she blurted, clearly too happy about that fact to remember that she was supposed to be holding a grudge against grayson. ''but— not that its any of your business, of course.''

grayson nodded. a part of him was hurt that gigi doubted he'd remember someone significant to her, but his mind went to a different place before he could dwell on that fact any longer.

he remembered one of the conversations he had with you, on the night you kissed.

''we know eachother. i trust you more than most.'' he once told you, remembering the way your eyes looked into his and the way they glinted when he finished his sentence. he remembered wanting to smile at that.

''yeah, and gigi knows noah. you should be able to trust her with her choices.''

“is she truly happy?”

“yeah, gray, she really is happy.”

he cleared his throat and brought himself back to the present moment. he wouldn't focus on the past right infront of someone, he couldn't, it simply hurt too much. ''right.'' he said coldly, ''of course. have a safe flight, gigi.''

she smiled awkwardly and got up from the counter. she took an apple with her, and gave him one last look, one that made graysons heart twist.

''why did you have to ruin this?'' her eyes seemed to say. ''you're my brother. she's my best friend. why are you making me choose?"

grayson wished he had a response. instead, he just watched her walk off with his brows knitted slightly.

he exhaled a long breath once gigi left, his elbows on the counter as his head fell into his hands. he raked both hands through his hair, roughly, not like the way you would. he shook before he abruptly stood up.

so many feelings, yet he couldn't articulate a single one properly.

there was one that seemed clearer than the rest. he hated himself--for ruining things for and hurting you when all he wanted was to protect you.

he let out a low, bitter laugh to himself.

some protector he was.

he did the one thing he always did when he needed to think clearer, to have control over something when all else seemed to be wrong and disorderly.

he made his way outside, grabbed a towel, and went for the pool.

the water was icy against his skin, but he welcomed it. he pushed off the edge and began swimming laps, each stroke more forceful than the last.

the tension in his chest didn’t lessen—it grew, tightening with every thought of you.

he swam faster, rougher, but not deviating on his strict rigid form. he couldn't. 'you need to talk to her. and stay,' gigis words played out in his head.

should he reach out again? what if you get annoyed? what if you're sick of him?

he knew you must've been somewhat sad, judging by the fact that gigi came to him, but what if you were more angry? what if gigi read it wrong, and you really wanted nothing to do with him?

the only reason he doubted the last one was because gigi knew you better than anyone. she couldn't have read whatever you were feeling wrong. whatever she saw, she felt the resolution was for you two to fully see it out to the end. to 'talk and stay' with each other.

'you're grayson davenport hawthorne, you don't worry about what ifs.' he reminded himself. what would his grandfather say? much worse, he had no doubt.

besides, you were his best friend. doing something would be better than doing nothing and let the friendship and possibility of more slowly fade, then disappear.

he swam and swam, and ran through all the possible outcomes in his mind. he did this until his arms burned and his lungs begged for air. it still wasn’t enough, though.

grayson pushed through the pain, through the ache in his muscles, until he couldn’t anymore. gasping for breath, he finally stopped and hung onto the edge of the pool, his head tilted forward as water dripped down his face.

his chest was heaving, and the pain he had felt was finally all crashing down. it was easier to ignore when he was moving. he clenched his jaw with his grip on the pool’s edge tightening. he didn't feel any better. he didn't feel like he had any more control over his life.

he was an idiot. an idiot who was still drowning, even now, on dry land.

he pushed himself up and out of the pool, his brows furrowed frustradely and muscles taught as he dried off.

he wouldn't let himself mope around any longer.

his hair was still slightly wet as he sat at his office desk. he had taken another shower, this time, it was steaming hot.

his eyes kept flickering to his phone as he worked on his laptop. he found himself wanting to reach out and call you.

no, he needed to plan it better. he couldn't just expect you to answer and for you to listen to him.

but- wasn't how the problems arose in the first place? waiting for the perfect moment that never came?

it was that way years ago, it was that way a few weeks ago, and it seemed like it was about to be that way again.

he closed his eyes for a brief moment. focus. then he got back to work.

still, despite his efforts, he couldn't focus. his mind was in an entirely different place. he read over an email before he pressed send.

how did he manage to mistype no as know?

he stared at the powered off phone laying on his desk once again.

the last time he had texted you, every single one of his brothers had pushed him to.

now, he was utterly alone in his office. his brothers were all out of the house, and his black out curtains kept his room dark, except for the low orange lamps you had forced him to put in there 'to make it look less robotic'.

his eyes flickered to his phone one more time, and he finally retracted his hand from his laptops keyboard.

he turned on his phone, and from then on it was muscle memory, the one thing he would do whenever he was feeling lost. whenever he needed clarity in his peculiar life of his.

he called you.

the phone rang, his thumb hesitated over the red cancel button, but he couldn't. he'd look like even more of a coward.

he was still unblocked, and despite not speaking to each other for so long, you picked up.

''hello?''

his heart beat faster than it did when he swam. ''hey, its grayson.''

you were silent for a second, ''I know.''

you phrased it like a question, almost.

''i apologise for the abrupt call, but, there seems to be a gap in my life where our daily phone calls once were, and to be frank, i missed them.'' he said it straight forward. he prayed that gigi's advice was right. he started the talk part, now he needed to stay. ''how have you been?''

“uh,” you laughed slightly on the other line, and grayson found himself missing the jokes you’d make that he’d call terrible, the nonsensical rants, or the way you’d beg to pick the movie to watch every single without fail on those movie nights you’d hold every friday. the one time he picked, it was the night you kissed. the night where everything changed, and grayson couldn’t tell if it was for the better or worse.

''well, I just broke my glasses, for one.'' you replied, ''like, literally two seconds ago.'' he heard the laugh in your voice, like the reasoning behind it was funny. but you didn't tell him the the story behind it.

you stayed silent, and that was one of the major tells things weren't how they used to be. stay, he reminded himself.

you were the type of person that when he'd ask about your day, you'd talk about every single detail, down to the tiniest things like your losing your favourite pen or tripping over a rock on your morning walk.

he didn't realise he could miss something so much.

''so uh,'' you cut into his thoughts with a small laugh that he could tell was out of nervousness. ''i need to go fix that. but other than that, i'm pretty good.'' grayson nodded, even though you couldn't see him.

''shame about your glasses, those frames did really suit you.'' he let the words escape his lips before he could think twice.

''thanks, but, they are long gone, for now, at least.'' you said. ''besides, them breaking now gives me an excuse to wear contacts. looking on the bright side.. but uh, enough of me, how are you?

grayson leaned back in his chair, ''ive been alright. however, i've been thinking,'' he began, ''i know we've sorted things out since i last saw you, but we haven't talked much, and i think it would be quite nice for us to see each other some time.''

''oh,'' your voice was quiet on the other end, and grayson sat back up straight again. ''yeah- yeah, sure. i was actually thinking about that earlier today. but i didn't really know how to talk to you, so, I'm glad you said something.''

gigi's advice was right.

'didn't really know how to talk to you.' that part made graysons chest hurt strangely, like he was back in the pool.

''what an odd coincidence,'' he responded simply.

you hummed before you spoke, your voice was quiet on the other line. ''I thought you didn't believe in coincidences.''

he was silent.

''sorry,'' you chuckled, ''I don't know why I said that, it just popped up in my mind- you used to say it all the time, and... yeah.''

''don't apologise, you haven't done anything wrong. youre right, I usually don't.''

''what changed?''

the response in his mind was instant: he met you.

''strangely enough, i'm not too sure.''

he heard you snort from the line, ''well, isn't that a first?'' you muttered, not giving him a chance to respond before you started again. ''um, gigi actually left for the airport this morning, so i'm incredibly bored right now.''

''would you like to organise something for today, then?''

you laughed again, ''is that your weird way of asking me if i want to hang out today?"

''you know i've never been particularly skilled in these areas.''

''oh boy, i know.'' you exhaled, ''well, i'll be heading to the park at like, 12, so...'' you trailed off, and he heard a slight smile in your voice. he wished he was seeing it, instead. ''if someone happened to, you know, coincidentally be there, i wouldn't necessarily turn and run away.''

he couldn't stop his own grin, though he knew he shouldn't feel too happy just yet. ''is that your strange way of telling me to meet you at the park at noon?''

''yes,'' you didn't miss a beat, ''it is.''

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The Arrangement - Chapter Eight

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: It's New Year's eve, celebrations are in full swing and you have a plan. However, could an unexpected run-in with a blast from the past jeopardise everything?

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings/tags: Angst, swearing, drinking, jealousy, cliffhanger.

AN: This chapter was something.. let me tell ya 😅 But omg guys! Only two more chapters after this!! 😫 And I don't know how to feel about it! (gif not mine, found on google)

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Things had changed.

This time, you were certain of it.

In the days following Christmas, you and Dean had returned home with something different between you—something unspoken but undeniably there. And for once, it didn’t feel one-sided.

It was in the little things, the effortless ways he pulled you closer. How his hand would find yours absentmindedly, tracing circles against your palm as you sat together. How he’d tug you against him in the middle of the night, murmuring your name in that half-asleep rasp that made your heart ache.

It was in the way he kissed you, not to start something, just because he wanted to. How he stood a little too close when you cooked together, fingers brushing against your waist as he stole pieces of whatever you were making. How when you relaxed on the couch together, his arm was always open, waiting, inviting.

It felt like everything had shifted. Like somehow, without either of you saying a word, you’d slipped into something more than just casual.

Neither of you had put it into words, too afraid to break whatever fragile bubble you were living in. There was a weight to it, a meaning that neither of you dared touch. Because acknowledging it meant facing it, and facing it meant risking the chance that it could slip through your fingers.

But you knew where you stood. Or at least, you hoped it was obvious.

You didn’t want to push him. Dean had only ever had one girlfriend, and even that ended abruptly, and then years of flings and one night stands followed. Just because you’d been best friends forever didn’t mean this didn’t require a level of commitment—one you weren’t even sure he was ready for. And if he wasn’t? If he decided this wasn’t what he wanted? It would hurt like hell, but you’d survive. Because he was worth it. Because you loved him. As a friend, yes. But also as something more.

So you waited. And waited. And waited.

But Dean? He just... stayed in this in-between space. Not pulling away, but not pushing forward either. And that limbo—are we, or aren’t we?—had your anxiety climbing higher with every passing day.

So by the time New Year’s Eve rolled around, you’d made up your mind.

You were going to be all poetic and cliché, and kiss him at midnight.

You were going to tell him.

Tell him that you were in love with him. That you always had been. That you wanted out of this arrangement. Because you didn’t want casual. Charlie was right, it wasn’t you.

You wanted him. All of him.

Consequences be damned.

Gabe had invited you all to a new club in town—a swanky place that had just opened, already gaining a reputation for its exclusivity. He’d pulled some strings with one of the owners (you didn’t ask what kind of “business” he’d done, because it was Gabe), scoring VIP access for the night. They were doing a rooftop firework display to ring in the new year, the kind of event that had already been dubbed "the real deal".

It was the perfect setting. The perfect moment. The nudge you needed to make the jump.

You took your time getting ready, determined to make tonight count. The dress you’d chosen was sleek, short enough to tease but classy enough to fit the upscale club scene. The fabric clung to your curves in all the right places, a deep, shimmering shade of blue that caught the light with every movement. Paired with strappy high heels that made your legs look longer than ever, you felt good—sexy, confident, and ready.

And Dean’s reaction didn’t disappoint.

When you stepped out of your room, he was leaning against the kitchen counter, finishing off a beer. He was dressed in a fitted denim button-up with the sleeves rolled up just enough to tease his forearms, black jeans that hugged his thighs in a way you tried not to focus on, and his usual worn-in boots. He looked good. Too good.

But the way his eyes darkened when they landed on you? That was something else entirely.

It was the same way he’d looked at you the night of the Christmas party, and that night, weeks ago, when you’d been dressed up for your date with Gary. His eyes had roamed over you just like this—like he couldn’t help himself. But this time, he didn’t just look.

He moved.

“You look…” He exhaled, stepping toward you, his gaze dragging over you from head to toe, slow and deliberate.

“Nice?” you teased, tilting your head playfully.

He shook his head. “Fucking edible.” His voice was low, rough, almost reverent.

Your breath caught just as his hands found your waist, strong fingers slipping around to the curve of your ass as he pulled you flush against him.

You gasped, palms landing against his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath your touch. His breath ghosted over your throat before he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss against your pulse point, his stubble scratching deliciously against your skin. Your head tipped back on instinct, lips parting—

And then his mouth was trailing upward, over your jaw, toward your lips.

You barely had enough willpower to stop him, but you did, pressing a teasing finger against his mouth. “If we go there Winchester, you’ll ruin my makeup,” you tsked. “Do you know how long it took me to get these wings just right?” You fluttered your lashes to exemplify your neatly applied eyeliner.

Dean huffed humourlessly as you slipped away, and when you reached for your coat, you stretched just a little extra to give him an ample view of your ass, and he let out a low, suffering sound.

"Now that was just evil."

The moment you stepped inside the club, the atmosphere swallowed you whole. The place oozed luxury—dim lighting casting a sultry glow over everything, sleek leather booths, crystal-clear glasses lining the bar. Strobe lights pulsed in time with the deep bass of the music, filling the air with electric energy. It was packed but not overcrowded, just enough people to make it feel alive.

Gabe hadn’t been exaggerating—this was "the real deal".

As you and Dean were escorted upstairs to the VIP section, familiar faces came into view. Your friends were already gathered, drinks in hand, and the moment they spotted you, a chorus of greetings erupted.

“Finally!” Gabe called sarcastically, throwing his arms wide like you’d kept him waiting for hours. “The guests of honour arrive.” He slung an arm around your shoulders as you reached him, grinning.

As usual, he looked effortlessly sharp—probably wearing something expensive but casually unbuttoned enough to make it seem like he didn’t care.

Benny let out a low whistle. “Look at you, Cher.” He took your hand, giving you a playful twirl before you swatted at him with a laugh.

Dean rolled his eyes, playing it off as if it didn’t bother him—but the slight clench of his jaw said otherwise.

Charlie was on you next, pulling you into a tight hug. “You look so hot,” she said, matter-of-factly, before glancing at Dean and smirking. “And you—predictable as always.” She snickered. She was always teasing Dean for his constant jean and shirt combos.

Dean scoffed, placing a hand over his heart. “How dare you.”

“Only speaking facts Dean'o.” She winked before turning back to her drink before he could respond.

Cas then greeted you with a warm smile, pulling you into a brief but firm hug. He’d gotten over your little admission from a few nights ago, finding it more humourous than shocking.

“Took you guys long enough,” he chuckled, stepping back to greet Dean next.

Dean scoffed. “Would’ve been faster if she didn’t spend three hours getting ready.” He jabbed a thumb in your direction.

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, elbowing him as you turned—only to be caught in a firm hug from Sam. He squeezed a little tighter than usual, enough to make you stumble slightly before he let go.

“Jesus, Moose, I like my ribs unbroken,” you teased, laughing as you steadied yourself.

Sam grinned, his cheeks flushed, clearly drunk. And Jess, tucked comfortably against his side, shook her head with an exasperated smile. “That’s only his second beer, by the way.”

Your brow shot up. “Wait, this is Sam on two beers?”

Dean, who had just walked over, gave his brother a look of sheer disappointment. “Now that’s just embarrassing.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Bitch.”

Dean smirked. “Jerk.”

You shook your head as Dean went off on a tangent about him being a lightweight, and then Jo looped her arm through yours, smirking. “See? And you doubted my taste.” She fingered the material of your dress.

She wasn’t wrong. You’d been unsure about the dress when you first pulled it from the rack, but Jo had insisted you would look “fucking hot.” Turns out, she knew what she was talking about.

“Yeah, yeah, you were right,” you admitted with a chuckle before taking her in fully. You let out a low whistle. “Damn, you look amazing, though.”

She grinned, clearly pleased with herself. “I know.” She did a little twirl, showing off the fitted red number that hugged her petite frame perfectly, paired with sleek, black heels that made her legs look impossibly long.

After finishing your hellos, you all settled into the large booth, conversation flowing as easily as the drinks, laughter and usual banter filled the air, with the deep bass of a generic pop beat pulsing around you.

The night had barely started, but already it felt like one you weren’t going to forget.

Tonight, everything was going to change.

Four drinks in, and you were feeling the perfect buzz—light, warm, and just uninhibited enough to let loose. You’d spent the night bouncing between your friends, sipping your drinks, and genuinely enjoying yourself.

Even Dean, who had been hovering around you all evening, had somehow managed to pull you onto the dance floor for a little friendly—or maybe not-so-friendly—dancing.

His hands had settled on your hips, his breath warm against your ear as you moved together in a way that felt entirely too natural. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you had finally let yourself stop overthinking for once, but you’d melted into him. Your body responded to every little shift of his, and for a fleeting moment, you were certain he was going to make a move.

But the moment passed, and now here you were, walking toward the bar with him at your side, your skin still tingling from where his hands had rested.

Then, as if the universe had a cruel sense of humour, as you were walking, someone bumped into him, severing you connection with his hand on your waist.

“Lisa?”

Just hearing her name made your stomach twist. It couldn't be? But then you turned, and were met with none other than Lisa Braeden.

She wasn’t an ex, not really. She was more of a long-term hookup who had convinced herself she was something more—clinging, scheming, and bitter whenever Dean’s attention wasn’t solely on her. And if there was one thing Lisa had absolutely despised, it was you.

You weren’t just another girl in Dean’s life. You were his best friend. His constant. And Lisa had made it her personal mission to change that.

At first, it had been subtle—harmless jabs, little digs about how much time you and Dean spent together, passive-aggressive smiles whenever you ran into her in the morning after one of her nights with him. Then, it had escalated. Almost to the point you thought you were going to lose him.

Until he finally saw through her lies and games and ended it.

That was over three years ago. You hadn’t seen her since.

Dean stiffened beside you, clearly just as uncomfortable as you were, but ever the gentleman, he greeted her politely.

Lisa, for her part, had perfected the art of playing sweet. "Dean! Oh my God, what are the odds?" she gushed, her voice dripping in forced delight. Then her eyes landed on you, and for the briefest second, her smile faltered. It was so quick that anyone else might not have noticed—but you weren’t anyone else.

"Y/N, hi! Long time, huh?"

The way she said it, so full of faux surprise, like she genuinely didn’t expect you to still be around, made your jaw clench.

Before you could react, she pulled you into a hug, her arms looping around you as if you were long-lost friends. You stood there, stiff and uncomfortable, before awkwardly patting her back. She smelled expensive, and the hug lasted a beat too long, like she was staking a claim.

She pulled back with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“How crazy is it to run into you guys here?” she giggled, as if this was some fateful, cosmic coincidence.

Crazy was one word for it.

Dean, to his credit, looked wary. “How are things?” he asked, remaining polite but distant.

Lisa exhaled a dramatic little sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Really great! Just out with my girlfriends.” She gestured across the room to a group of women who were now very obviously staring at you. Their once-casual chatter had paused, and you caught the way they were looking at you—up and down, sizing you up. Judging.

Your frown deepened. What the hell was their problem?

Lisa, completely ignoring the awkwardness, continued. "Look, I know things ended a little… unorthodox.” She huffed out a small laugh, clearly struggling to even admit that much. “I was young. I was going through a lot. I know that doesn’t excuse how I acted, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

Her voice was soft, just the right amount of remorseful. The kind of apology that made you pause.

It sounded genuine, and had you second guessing yourself.

Yet, call it experience, or PTSD but, something about this didn’t sit right.

Dean, on the other hand, softened instantly. You saw the shift in his expression, the flicker of guilt. “It’s in the past now,” he said, his tone warmer than you expected.

Lisa’s smile stretched a little too wide, and continued. "Honestly, I knew what I was getting into," she said, shaking her head as if this was all just some big misunderstanding. "You were honest with me from the start. I was the one who took things too far, let my feelings get the better of me."

Dean, being Dean, laid a comforting hand on her arm.

And just like that, jealousy flared in your chest, sharp and hot.

“For old times sake, how about I buy you both a drink?” Lisa offered, though you had a feeling that the invitation extended to you was merely for show.

Dean, to your utter disbelief, nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

You blinked at him. Was he serious?

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably, but you forced yourself to play it cool. This was just Dean being Dean—letting his martyr complex get the better of him. He wasn’t an idiot. He remembered what she was like.

Right?

Still, you had no desire to sit through a drink with her.

“You know what? You guys go ahead,” you said, forcing a light chuckle. “I need to talk to Jo about something. Sister things.” You lied, flailing a hand with a nervous chuckle, trying to appear casual, and not like you were screaming internally.

Dean frowned slightly, like he didn’t quite buy it, but you waved him off. “I’ll meet you after?” you added, your voice softer now, laced with an unspoken meaning.

A promise.

His lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah, okay.” His gaze lingered, but before either of you could say anything else, Lisa placed a hand on his arm, effectively snapping the moment in half.

You turned on your heel and left, already feeling the unease settling deep in your stomach.

You slipped into the bathroom, the heavy door swinging shut behind you, sealing you away from the noise of the party. For a brief moment, you just stood there, taking in what was probably the most upscale restroom you’d ever stepped foot in—marbled countertops, gold intricate designs, glossy floors reflecting the soft glow of chandelier lights. It was a little excessive, but your mind was elsewhere.

Your heart was still hammering, and not from the alcohol or dancing this time. You took a slow breath, forcing yourself to move toward the sink, gripping the cool edge of the counter as you met your own reflection in the mirror.

Your makeup was still intact despite the hours of laughter and sweat from dancing with your friends, but your expression was harder to ignore. You looked composed on the outside, but the longer you stared, the more the old doubts crept in, seeping through the cracks, flooding you with unwanted memories from three years ago.

How Lisa started twisting things, planting doubts in Dean’s head, feeding him lies about you. You weren’t sure what her end goal was, but it was clear she didn’t want you in his life.

Things only seemed to worsen the moment you’d met Patrick—the cute paramedic who patched Jo up after she sprained her wrist at some roller disco she’d dragged you to, during oner of her ‘let’s try something new’ phases.

He’d been sweet and funny, and you were single, so when he'd asked for your number, you’d said yes.

However, you’d notice then Dean had started pulling away, and that was when Lisa’s visits became more frequent. He began questioning things you’d never said or done. And it was like she used this thing with Patrick. Twisted it. Made it sound like you were the one who had been pulling away from him! And Dean, already caught up in whatever spell she had over him, had let her.

It hurt like hell, knowing he even considered believing her.

Thankfully, things ended between them, but your friendship had taken a hit, one that took a long time to mend. But Dean had put in the work and you trusted him, you knew he knew better than to entertain her advances again.

Right?

The door swung open then, the noise of the party briefly flooding in before being muffled again. You turned just as Jo, Charlie, and Jess walked in, laughing to themselves—until their eyes landed on you. Jo’s face immediately shifted to concern as she closed the distance between you.

“Hey, you good?” she asked, her grip steady on your arm as she scanned your face.

You tried to nod, brush it off, but you couldn’t.

Jess and Charlie flanked you on either side, their worry evident, and before you could stop yourself, it all came pouring out.

Your feelings for Dean. The arrangement. The plan to finally tell him at midnight.

Charlie, of course, already knew—she had sussed it out at your work Christmas party. But Jo? The knowing smirk creeping up on her lips told you she wasn’t surprised.

“I mean, it took you long enough to finally fucking realise,” she huffed, shaking her head at you.

Despite your stress, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“I swear you’ve been in love with the kid since he went all superhero on your ass and carried you home after you broke your arm.” She teased.

Jess, who hadn’t heard this story before, let out a dreamy sigh. “Wait, that’s so cute.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately.

You could still remember it—twelve years old, being the little daredevil that you were, climbing to the highest point of the brand-new jungle gym at the park, daring yourself to stand on top of the structure. Instead, you had lost your balance and tumbled down, landing hard with a sickening crack in your arm.

You had cried that time, the pain overwhelming, but then there was Dean—his freckled face scrunched in worry, and he scooped you up without hesitation, carrying you the entire block back to his house, muttering assurances the whole way.

“That’s not everything,” you sighed, your stomach twisting. “Lisa’s here. And she’s with Dean.”

Silence.

Then, in perfect unison—

“What!?”

Charlie and Jo’s reactions were instant. They had been there when you almost lost Dean to that possessive, manipulative woman. Jo, in particular, had been the first to knock some sense into him—literally. She had tackled him at the Roadhouse one night, launching into a tirade that made half the bar stare. It had worked, though. Had given Dean the wake-up call he needed.

You quickly recounted the whole interaction—bumping into Lisa at the bar, her invitation to drinks, and your hasty retreat to the bathroom.

Charlie gaped at you, scandalised. “And you let him just go with her?!”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “I didn’t want to cause a scene. And she seemed… I don’t know, genuinely sorry.”

Even as you said it, the words felt flimsy—like an excuse rather than an explanation.

Jo crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Y/N. Come on. You and I both know Lisa’s full of shit.”

“You know what she’s like,” Charlie added, her voice softer now. “You can’t really believe she’s suddenly had a change of heart.”

You sighed, fingers tightening on the sink. “I don’t know, maybe” you shrugged sheepishly.

The two of them didn’t look convinced. And, honestly?

You weren't sure you were either, but you were not about to let it get the better of you. In the last three years you had changed a lot, and maybe Lisa had to.

“Look, I trust Dean,” you continued, firmer now. “And if I start telling him who he can and can’t talk to—making his decisions for him—then I’m no better than her.”

Jo exhaled through her nose, clearly still displeased.

“Just please,” you added, levelling her with a look, “don’t make a scene.”

You aimed that more at Jo than Charlie.

She scowled, arms still crossed, but when you took her hands in yours and gave her your best pleading look, she let out a dramatic sigh.

“Fine,” she huffed.

You smiled a little, despite everything, grateful for these women in your life—your protectors.

“But,” Jo added, pointing a firm finger at you, “if she so much as breathes wrong, I’m throwing hands.”

Charlie grinned. “And I’ll be right behind her.”

You laughed, shaking your head, the tension in your chest easing just a little.

The girls left the bathroom before you, with your promise to meet them back at the booth, while you actually did use the facilities. You did a quick fix-up of your makeup, fluffed out your hair, and blew out a deep breath.

You got this. You prepped yourself, even if it was fragile.

With that, you slipped out the door, making your way down the short hall toward the main room, when you suddenly stopped short. Familiar voices drifted from around the corner—low, intimate, just barely audible over the music.

“Do you not miss it?” You recognised Lisa’s voice. Soft, almost wistful as she continued. “Miss us?”

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you crept closer, and peered around the corner, your stomach dropping when you spotted Dean. However, curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn't help yourself as you pressed your back against the cool wall and listened.

Dean hesitated. Just for a second. But it was long enough for something sharp to wedge itself between your ribs.

“I’ll admit, we had a good time.” His voice was even, maybe even reluctant, but it wasn’t an outright no.

Lisa took a step closer—close enough that you could feel the way she was invading his space, twirling her hair, tilting her chin up at him like she already knew the answer. “But?” she prompted.

Dean sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We weren’t right for each other, Lis’.”

“But now?” she pushed, almost desperate. “I’ve changed, Dean. I know I messed up before, but love makes you do crazy things sometimes.”

Did she just drop the L-bomb?

Silence.

You swore you could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Dean didn’t immediately shut her down. Didn’t laugh in her face or tell her to fuck off the way you wanted him to. Instead, another long pause stretched between them, weighted and thick, and it felt like the air had been sucked from your lungs.

He exhaled through his nose, tilting his head, and you could see the way Lisa took that as something more than it was��an opening, a possibility.

She reached for his arm, fingers just barely skimming his sleeve. “We were good together. I know you know that too.”

Your stomach churned.

Dean still wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t moving away fast enough, and you waited, silently begged for him to deny it.

Then suddenly, a loud commotion shattered the moment.

A group of rowdy guys stumbled through the hall, their voices cutting through the tension like a blade. A few of them stopped as they passed, giving you once-overs and whistling appreciatively. You rolled your eyes, but it drew attention to your presence.

“Y/N?”

You closed your eyes briefly but decided to pretend you hadn’t just had your heart ripped out and stepped on. Instead, you turned with a smile, masking the pain of the knife in currently penetrating your heart.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Dean breathed out, clearly still shaking off that conversation as you stepped up next to him.

Lisa’s expression barely wavered, but you caught the flicker of irritation before she forced a tight smile.

“Yeah, just needed to use the restroom,” you said smoothly. “Was on my way back to you guys.” It wasn’t a lie—you just left out the eavesdropping part.

Dean nodded, glancing at Lisa before placing a guiding hand on your back. His touch was warm, grounding, but you ignored it as you started toward the booth. Lisa’s footsteps following close behind.

When you got back to the table, Jo immediately clocked Lisa trailing behind you, her expression darkening as she leaned back in the booth. “Oh. Great,” she deadpanned.

Lisa’s seemingly ignored her comment, her smile all faux sweetness. “Hey, Jo.”

Jo didn’t return the greeting, just took a slow sip of her drink and side-eyed you.

Lisa cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly. “My friends kinda ditched me,” she explained. “Dean said I was welcome to join you guys.”

Jo’s head snapped toward Dean so fast you thought she might give herself whiplash. She looked at him like he’d just told her he ran over her dog.

Then, she turned to you, eyes blazing.

Are you fucking kidding me? You silently read.

You gave a subtle shake of your head. Don’t.

Jo clenched her jaw but said nothing.

With all the seats taken, the only available spot was next to Dean. You hesitated for half a second before sliding in beside him. The second you did, he shifted closer, his knee pressing against yours like he could sense your unease.

Conversations flowed easily enough. Benny, Cas, and Gabe didn’t hold anything against Lisa—they hadn’t been in the trenches of that breakup, didn’t know all the details. Even Sam, while clearly unimpressed, was too drunk and too wrapped up in Jess to care much.

But Dean’s attention was on you.

Even while he spoke with the others, even as Lisa tried to inject herself into conversations, his focus never fully left you. Every so often, his knee would bump yours, or his fingers would drum lightly against the table like he wanted to reach for you but stopped himself.

Then, like he couldn't hold back any longer, a warm hand found your thigh under the table.

Your breath caught at the initial touch, but you didn’t move away.

Dean leaned in then, his voice low, meant only for you. “Sorry about this,” he murmured. “She looked kinda lost, and I felt guilty ditching her too.”

Of course he did.

Dean Winchester, the ever-obliging martyr. It didn’t matter how shitty someone had been to him, how much hurt they left in their wake—he was a firm believer in forgiveness, good karma and all that. And God only knows what tale she'd spun in your abscence to get him to feel sorry for her.

Maybe it was that hero complex of his, or maybe he just didn’t know how to say no without carrying guilt like a weight around his neck. He was just a good person, how could you fault him for that?

But you didn’t believe for a second that Lisa had been truly abandoned, however, Dean was already looking at you, like he wanted your silent approval, and what were you supposed to do? Call her bluff? Make a scene?

Yes. Came Jo's snappish tone. But unfortunately, you didn't have the backbone like your tough nut sister.

So, instead, you plastered on a neutral smile and nodded. “It’s okay.”

The smile he gave you made your insides warm. And the longer his hand rested on your thigh, the more those earlier doubts started to fade.

Because even now, even with Lisa sitting on his other side, trying to worm her way back in, Dean was still here, still touching you, still looking at you like nothing had changed.

Like everything was okay.

At least, that’s what you hoped.

With just thirty minutes left until the new year, one of the waiters approached your group, a polite smile on his face as he announced, “VIP guests will now be escorted to the rooftop for the fireworks display.”

A collective cheer rippled through the group, excitement buzzing in the air as you all stood, gathering your coats and drinks before following the designated path.

The moment you stepped outside, the winter air bit at your skin, crisp and invigorating, but the sight before you was enough to steal your breath.

The rooftop was strung with fairy lights, casting a warm glow against the dark sky. Tall fire pits flickered, evenly spaced around the terrace, drawing groups of people together for warmth. Beyond the railing, you could see the setup for the fireworks display—rows of canons lined up on a separate platform, ready to light up the night sky.

But what really caught your attention was the oversized digital clock hanging above the terrace bar, its bright red numbers ticking down the final minutes of the year.

Twenty-seven minutes.

It was almost time.

No going back now.

More drinks were ordered, more laughter spilled into the air as everyone settled in, chatting, toasting to the last stretch of the year. Benny handed you a fresh glass of the complementary champagne with a wink, and you took a grateful sip, trying to steady the anxious flutter in your stomach.

But no matter how much you tried to focus on the moment, your eyes kept drifting to him.

Dean stood near one of the fire pits, beer in hand, laughing at something Gabe had said. The glow of the flames cast golden highlights over his face, making his freckles stand out, his green eyes flickering in the light. You wanted to be next to him, to get a quiet moment alone before the countdown.

But Lisa was always there.

She hovered just close enough to be a presence, laughing at his jokes, lightly touching his arm when she talked, making sure she was never too far. Never giving you the opportunity to slide in beside him, to steal him away for even a second.

It was grating, the way she lingered, the way she acted like she belonged there.

You turned back to the girls, fingers tightening around the stem of your glass.

Jo nudged you. “Hey,” she said softly, reading your expression in an instant. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Charlie nodded, her confidence unwavering. “You and Dean? This is happening. There's no way the universe would let all this all go to waste.” She slurred a little, here finger flicking between you and Dean. You held her finger when it got too close to your face and chuckled.

“Exactly." Jo cut in. "You two are meant to be. You need to ignore her. Better yet, I can gag and hog tie her if you need me too?” She suggested so seriously you were almost worried she would.

“Jesus, Jo.” You huffed out a laugh with a shake of your head and she just shrugged.

“Then you get it done.” She points at you like a scolding mother.

Their reassurances soothed some of your nerves, but the weight in your chest remained. There was still time. Still a chance to pull him away, to get him alone before the moment hit.

One minute.

People started gathering closer to the centre of the terrace, positioning themselves near the railing for the best view of the fireworks. The crowd thickened, bodies pressing in as excitement filled the air.

You turned, eyes locking on Dean. He was near the edge of the group, still by the fire pit, but the crowd had shifted, pushing in, blocking your path.

Then the last ten seconds began.

Ten.

Your heartbeat matched the ticking clock, pulsing in your throat as you pushed through, weaving between bodies.

Nine.

You caught glimpses of him—his profile in the flickering firelight, the curve of his mouth as he took a sip of his beer, the way he turned his head, scanning the crowd—was he looking for you?

Eight.

You pushed forward, murmuring apologies as you squeezed between groups, your heart hammering now, thundering in your ears.

Seven.

The crowd was thick, voices rising in anticipation, the excitement electric. You were so close now. Just a few more steps.

Six.

Dean was right there, only a foot away. He turned slightly, and your breath caught. His gaze flickered over the crowd, past Lisa, eyes searching. And then-

Five,

Your stomach twisted.

Four

Lisa shifted closer to him.

Three.

She reached for his collar—

Two.

Pulled him down—

One.

Happy New Year!

The crowd erupted in cheers, firework cannons popped, and before you could blink, before you could breathe—

Lisa kissed him.

Right in front of you.

The fireworks exploded overhead, but the ringing in your ears drowned them out. Everything slowed, blurred—the pop of champagne bottles, the chorus of laughter, the flashes of light against the midnight sky—

All you could see was Dean.

Lisa’s hands curled around his jacket, her lips pressed against his. And Dean? Dean wasn’t pushing her away fast enough.

Your stomach lurched as the cheers continued, voices blending into a muffled hum, but it didn’t matter.

Because suddenly, you couldn’t breathe.

AN: Okay, please don't hate me! 😅 I know it's a shitty way to end it, but there will be more to come in the next chapter! 💕

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Dean hailed a cab, his adrenaline pumping. Gabe had informed him with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder—which only made him worry more, since Gabe wasn’t usually a sentimental guy—that you’d left with Charlie, Jo, even Jess and Sam. His knee bounced impatiently as the city lights blurred past. Fireworks still crackled in the distance, each explosion a hollow echo of the pounding in his chest. People were celebrating fresh starts, new beginnings. Meanwhile, he hadn’t even made it an hour into the year before fucking everything up. By the time the cab rolled up to his apartment, he didn’t bother waiting for change, ignoring the driver’s protests as he bolted inside. “Y/N?” He called the second he was through the door. Silence answered. His stomach dropped. He searched the apartment—kitchen, bedroom, even the damn bathroom—each empty room twisting the knife deeper. With a curse, he yanked out his phone, dialling your number as he paced the living room, teeth sinking into his thumb. “Hey.” His body sagged in relief—until— “Psych! You’ve reached my voicemail. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you when I can.”

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patrophthia · 2 years ago

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congrats for the 1K!! would love to read a fic where reader has been loosing her vaseline lip therapy boxes and she asks theo where it’s gone, he says he doesnt know abt them but he took some 2 see why reader likes it sm & now hes obsessed aswell 🥹 thx uu

hi omg thank you! i always see you on my notifs and am so glad you finally sent in an ask!!!

dirty little liar | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, shy theo and he’s so cute about it

part of my 1k celebration event !

Theodore Nott (your beloved boyfriend) is a dirty little liar. He wasn’t a good liar at the start of your relationship, and he sure as hell wasn’t one now; sitting pretty on the Slytherin’s common room sofa with his bag a few inches away from him, the flaps open after his attempts at pulling out a quill.

You’re slightly frustrated when you find him, brows furrowed as you scan your surroundings for the small tub you’ve grown so fond off. “Theo, have you seen my lip therapy?”

Theodore cocks his head at your words, feigning cluelessness as to what your ‘lip therapy’ was. “No?” He supplies, sounding unsure of himself.

You don’t really think too much of it though, this was the third time this week you’ve asked him this very question. Each time pretending as if he doesn’t know what it was you’re looking for.

“Are you sure?” You ask again with a slight disappoint glint in your eyes.

He hesitates, wanting to let up yet he’s played this game for too long to let loose of it so easily. “Mhmm,” he hums.

You sigh, taking a seat besides him on the sofa. Your thigh bumps into his bag slightly, knocking out the contents within its pocket. You frown a bit, picking up the items that spills out of it.

Gum. Quill. A few sickles. Eye drops. Another quill. Vaseline lip therapy.

Wait, Vaseline lip therapy?

You hold the small container in your hand, looking up at Theodore suspiciously to only find him looking back at you with a sheepish smile. You have half the mind to throw it at his face and call him a filthy liar while the other half of you want to shut down and take in the utter betrayal from your boyfriend’s actions. Instead, you stay calm and ask him to: “explain yourself.”

Theodore bites the corner of his cheeks, eyeing the tub in your hand carefully. “Uhm— you’ve always had it— it was always laying around, and I knew you used it so kept it for you.”

“You kept it for me?” You ask him, untrusting. Theodore nods. “Then why did you say no when I asked you if you’ve seen it.”

He’s dead. Not figuratively. He just really fucked up, didn’t he? “I forgot?” As if it couldn’t have gotten worse, he gives you the worst lie you’ve ever heard.

“Right.” You’re nodding, and he thinks he might actually get away with it. But things are never that easy, is it? “Tell me the truth or we’re through.”

Surely, you don’t mean— nope, your face is too stern for you to be bluffing. He’s shy when he answers you truthfully: “you’re always using it I just— I wanted to know why you liked it so much so I tried it and just forgot to place it back where I found it.”

“And the other two?”

“Malfoy and Zabini saw me using it and stole it for themselves,” he grunts, clearly annoyed by his friends behaviors. You laugh and he’s the one to frown now. “What?”

“Nothing,” you giggle, “you’re just cute.”

The tip of his ears singes red, cheeks heating at your words. “So you’re not mad at me?”

You laugh again, rolling your eyes playfully as you tossed the small container in his direction. He catches it with ease, eyes shifting between you and the tub. “Just mad enough to remind you that you owe me three of these little replacements.”

When you stand up, his dark eyes are still on yours; lips jutting out slightly as your warmth slips away from the sofa where you sat mere seconds ago. And when you lean down, placing a short kiss on his lips (one he was quick to return) out of pity, you can’t help but comment on how it: “seems like the stolen products were doing its job.”

— from bee: i need to apologize for long it took me to write this, im really sorry bae omg TT

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meadowfics · 2 months ago

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Daeho waking up one day to his hairties nowhere to be found and he has to use one of Seo-ah’s pink glittery disney princess hairtie to keep his hair out of his face while working!😭🩷

AHHH OMG

daeho was having the worst morning of his life because everything had been fine at first.

he woke up, kissed you before rolling out of bed, showered, got dressed, and made himself a quick cup of coffee before sitting down at his desk to start work.

it was all part of his normal morning routine.

except when he reached over to tie his long black hair into a ponytail, his fingers grasped at nothing. he blinked, his brows furrowing.

the hairtie wasn’t on the desk.

okay, maybe he left it somewhere else.

no big deal.

he stood up, walking over to the bedroom. checking his nightstand. then the bathroom counter.

nothing.

daeho's jaw clenched.

he checked the dresser, then the kitchen counter, the couch, the random basket where you sometimes tossed miscellaneous items.

nothing.

at this point, he was starting to feel annoyed. how could every single one of his hairties just vanish overnight?

suddenly, a thought hit him.

seo-ah.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep sigh before making his way to her bedroom. the moment he stepped inside, he already knew he was right.

because sitting in the corner, stuffed neatly inside her tiny pink toy purse, were all of his missing hairties all broken or too stretched out to be used correctly.

the little thief.

of course she had taken them.

this wasn’t even the first time she had done something like this. lately, she had been obsessed with playing "salon" with her dolls, which usually meant taking anything she could find that was hair-related.

she was at daycare right now. she wasn’t here for him to demand them back or for a lecture about stealing without asking. he wasn’t about to dig through her toys and risk losing his father of the year title either.

he just needed one hairtie.

just one.

the man's eyes scanned the room until he saw it... a tiny pink glittery hairtie.

it had a little bow at the end.

he sighed deeply, running a hand over his face.

he had no choice so reaching over, he grabbed the hairtie and quickly tied his hair back into a ponytail.

this was fine. nobody would notice.

he just needed to get through the day.

however, you noticed.

the moment you stepped into the living room and walked into his office, you saw him sitting at his desk, typing away on his laptop. it was the pink in his hair that you nearly made you drop your coffee.

your lips parted slightly as you took in the sight of your husband. the same man who used to be a marine, who was broad-shouldered and strong, sitting there with a tiny, pink, glittery disney princess hairtie holding his hair back.

a hairtie with a little bow at the end.

you stared.

blinking once.

twice.

you nearly burst into laughter but you had to hold it in. biting the inside of your cheek, you took a deep breath before casually walking up to him, leaning against the back of his chair.

"uh… sweetheart?" you said, voice as even as possible.

daeho didn’t even look up from his screen, "yeah?"

"nice hairtie."

daeho's typing came to an abrupt stop.

there was a beat of silence before he slowly turned to look at you, his expression completely unreadable.

"not. a. word."

that was it. that was all it took.

you lost it.

laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, spilling out as you clutched your stomach.

"oh my god," you wheezed, struggling to breathe, "wher- where did you even get that?!"

"your daughter," he muttered, his tone flat, "she stole all my hairties and broke them on her dolls, and i had no choice."

you were in tears. actual tears.

"no, no, i mean—it’s cute! really, it suits you," you teased, wiping at your face.

he shot you a look so unamused that it only made you laugh harder.

"you’re enjoying this way too much."

"oh, absolutely. I love seeing you look like the older male version of seo-ah."

he sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples as if dealing with the teasing was a full-time job.

"if you love me, you’ll help me find my hairties."

you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering,

"no promises, princess."

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lucvly · 1 year ago

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can you do hcs of being chris’ gf and also matt’s and nick’s bff

— being chris’ girlfriend + matt and nick’s best friend. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: fluff, cursing, suggestive, not proofread.

a/n: i love this omg?? keep feeding into my delusions please and thank you.

— most times, you help them film their videos. you’re not really in them but they all love it when you’re their camera girl.

— when you’re at their house, you have to hang out in chris’ room, otherwise nick and matt are constantly talking to you.

— sometimes you’ll be in the pool with nick and forget your phone around the house, then when chris comes home looking for you, he just finds you out with nick. (“jesus, i thought you got kidnapped or something.” “by your brother, yeah.”)

— movie nights with chris start off normally, just you two cuddling on his bed and watching a random movie you picked out, but somehow nick and matt end up crashing it. chris gets so pissed because they’re interrupting your date but you have to reassure him that it’s fine.

— you’re always in their photo dumps LMFAOO. most of the time, their comments are filled with “spot y/n challenge go.”

— you and chris can’t have a proper date in his house because nick and matt always crash it. so you end up having to hang out at your place or coming up with outside date ideas (museums, picnics, etc.)

— one time you and chris were making out in his room, you were straddling his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands were on your waist— then suddenly, a loud scream from the door. shit. matt.

— “the door wasn’t even open.” “well it definitely wasn’t shut either, kid.” “shut the fuck up matt.” “dumbass.” “what did you say?”

— sometimes you and chris peacefully fall asleep on call, then you wake up at 3 am because matt stole his phone. he ends up begging you to go to the gas station and get slushies. you do.

— you three have a groupchat LMFAOO chris hates it because matt, nick and you always gang up on him.

— whenever they get in arguments with each other, it’s possibly the worst day of your life. all three of them tell you their side of the argument. (of course you side with your boyfriend, but you appreciate their trust in you LMFAOO.)

— you’ll get calls at midnight from matt asking you to get rid of chris because he’s being extremely annoying. followed up by a call from chris telling you to not listen to matt.

— you go with them on tour obviously. you and chris sleep together despite both of you having your own little bed.

— i feel like chris would be the clingiest boyfriend ever gn, especially if you’re best friends with his brothers LMFAOO.

— you’re always hanging around his house without him even knowing it. this one time he was out for whatever reason and when he came back he found you and matt in the backyard playing pokemon go. safe to say he was confused.

— on a certain occasion, you and chris were baking cookies. after you took them out of the oven, you left them out on the counter to cool down— big mistake. when you came back five minutes later, the cookies were long gone. chris was pissed.

— whenever chris wants to plan some grand gesture or big date, his brothers help him 110%. on one of your anniversaries he filled your room up with balloons and chocolates. like, on an insane level. after the whole celebration you had to call and thank nick and matt for the help.

— despite them denying it, matt and nick think your relationship is so cute. they’re your #1 fans honestly.

— ^ which means they take pictures of you all day every day. chris sends you random ass pictures of you two it’s so funny. (“look at the pic matt took of us lol” “when did he even take that hello????” “idk but we look so cute”)

— chris is head over heels for you and he loves that you have such a good relationship with his brothers. it makes everything a lot easier since you can tag along to trips, tour, and just be with him a lot more.

— whenever chris posts you on social media, he posts the cutest couple pictures. however, the comments always include matt and nick with something along the lines of (“PARENTS” “you’re both disgusting” “get a ROOM”)

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love-belle · 2 years ago

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warnings - language

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-> carlossainz55 no you don't.

username CARLOS AND Y/N FIGHTING OVER LANDO IS SO FUNNY LIKEEE

landonorris babe i can explain.........

-> yourusername i was the side chick all along huh??????

-> carlossainz55 so glad we're finally acknowledging that!

-> yourusername sainz i want u to step on a lego

landonorris coffee???

-> yourusername i'll be in our bedroom!!! i love u!!!

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landonorris my forever 💌

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username GOODNIGHT.

username im gonna check if the toaster is waterproof!!!!!! brb!!!!!!!

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username she's so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username no bc im in LOVE with her

lewishamilton 🤍

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username "my forever" so u want me dead.

username need a lando asap thank u

username no bc their relationship is literally goals like childhood best friends to lovers????? they're both obsessed with eachother?????? the way they support eachother?????? EVERYTHING DUDE

carlossainz55 you won that teddy for me.

-> landonorris babe.......

-> yourusername oh so HE'S babe now???

-> carlossainz55 yes and???

-> yourusername idc i want joint custody of that damn teddy

carlossainz55 fyi everyone!!!! i let her borrow MY teddy that lando won for ME!!!!! just thought everyone should know

-> landonorris you're both kids omg

yourusername jokes aside i love you SO much u STUPID like i own my entire heart i adore u

-> landonorris hahahahaha i'm not used to you being this nice please go back to being mean!

-> yourusername take the damn compliment

-> landonorris yes ma'am.

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yourusername all jokes aside i love this little dude!!!!! he's exactly what u imagined daylight to be like!!!!!! he's crazy but he takes good photos and makes amazing coffee!!!!!! lando, i love you so much like u own my ENTIRE heart even when u flirt with carlos in front of me!!!!!

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ryewwww · 2 months ago

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Request: incel virgin!eren is a peeping Tom on his neighbor that does OF. Masturbation, peeping, blackmail, cum in pants, cum on face, forced orgasm, vibrators

-> hope this is okay! Sorry for any mistakes!!

⚠️: NONCON, OF model!reader, peeping, blackmail, use of vibrators, bondage, degradation

You were too trusting. Too sweet, too soft, too naïve for your own good. (Except you’re a liar lol)

Your parents bragged about you on Facebook. They thought you were a successful corporate girl, working in a big office, making good money. “So proud of our baby girl!” They posted pictures of you in a blazer, smiling like the perfect daughter.

But Eren knew the truth. You weren’t sitting in board meetings, instead you were sitting in front of a camera, legs spread, whining into a microphone.

When you moved in next to him (it’s a condo), he thought you were stunning. He watched from the window like a creep, seeing you prance around, excited for your new home.

He wanted to avoid meeting you. He’s really introverted and you were such a pretty girl, he’d probably embarrass himself and you’d never want to talk to him again.

But one evening, you knocked at his door. Eren was home, not expecting guest and when he looked through the peephole, it was you.

You stood there, a plate of cookies in hand.

You waited for a minute or two and just when you were about to turn around and go back home, the door opens.

“Oh, hi! I’m your new neighbour! I brought some Cookies for you to enjoy. They’re homemade, no nuts in case you’re allergic.”

“Thanks.”

He takes the plate from your hand and you introduce yourself.

“Nice to meet you…have a good day.”

He closes the door in your face, not even bothering to introduce himself.

Weird.

You settle in quite nicely, the neighbourhood you lived in was beautiful and safe. So you went for runs everyday.

Little did you know that while you were gone from the house, Eren would go outside, dig through the soil for the spare key he watched you plant, and enter into your home.

He couldn’t help himself. You were so sweet and so fucking hot, he needed more.

He walked into your home, went upstairs to your room to investigate.

He’s super techy so he hid little cameras all around your home while he was in there.

Stole some of your used underwear of course.

What he wasn’t expecting was the second room in the house to have various sex toys lined up, as well as a ring light and a camera.

He wasn’t expecting you to be an OF model but damn he was happy.

Fortunately for him, there was a banner with your onlyfans user on the wall.

So immediately he went back home and subbed to your OF.

His infatuation with you got worse over time

He had seen you. Had paid you. Had jerked off to you more times than he could count.

He spent thousands on you. (He made more money than he knew what to do with cause he worked in IT.)

He loved the special attention you would give him when he would give a massive donation. You’d even send him exclusive content for his generosity.

Eren would pay for you to fuck yourself faster and this sick mf would stand with his ear pressed into the wall, hands jerking his cock vigorously at the sound of your moans.

He was soooo close yet so far.

Like a stalker, Eren tracked down your family.

He was amused to learn that you had been lying to them and he wondered why.

But whatever the reason was, it still gave him something to hold over your head and he liked that.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

The same night he tracked your family and found out you’ve been living a lowkey double life, you sent out an email to top donors about meeting in person for a date

It kind of infuriated him that he wasn’t the only person on the list. He 100% has given you more money than anyone else so he should be your top priority.

Like did all the private convos with him mean nothing to you?!

He responds fast, “I’ll give you $10,000 just for dinner.”

The next morning you respond, “Omg! That’s so sweet of you!”

Eren sends you some details about where to meet, since you weren’t comfortable giving your home address away. (Little did you know 💀)

Eren got dressed in nice clothes (that his mother forced him to buy). He shaved his face, washed his hair (for the first time in forever), and put some cologne on.

He arrived at the restaurant first, booked a nice private room for the two to you

When you arrived, the server lead you to the nice room and you were nervous but excited

You were fully expecting an old man to be in the room but when you walked in and see your neighbour, you can’t hide the shock on your face

You stood there, completely dumbfounded

“Y-your Eren?”

“That’s me. Take a seat.”

You release your breath and sit in front of him

“Wow, I was not expecting that.” You laugh awkwardly but Eren stays silence.

“So, um, how was your day?”

“Better now that I’m with you.”

His comment makes you squirm in your chair. “You’re so sweet”

You can’t hide the fact that you’re VERY uncomfortable. You didn’t know what to think or what to say.

So Eren takes over.

“I didn’t mean for this to be weird, thought you were really pretty since the day I met you. And one day, I came across your content and yeah, now we’re here.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make this weird. I just wasn’t expecting this. But I mean we’re here now. So why don’t you tell me about yourself since you already know so much about me.”

He told you a bit about himself but not too much. He told you he worked in IT and you joked that it all makes sense now (because he sent you sm money)

Afterwards, silence swallowed the room

But thank goodness for the server coming in to take your orders.

Fortunately, the server was friendly so it lit up the room a bit, but after he left it went back to silence

Until Eren cleared his throat and asked the unexpected, “how much would you charge for real life services?”

Your heart beats faster at the question, “uhh, I don’t know. I-I actually wouldn’t do something like that. This is just a date, you know.”

“What if I paid you $1000 to sit next to me right now?”

“Just for sitting beside you?”

He gets up from the booth and gestures for you to slide in first.

You hesitate but ultimately decide what’s the worst that can happen? Plus you felt bad because he’s spent sm money on you.

Well, the worst that can happen is your hand rubbing his harden cock through his pants

He had you close, nearly on his lap as he inhaled your scent

And when he was close, his hand came down to yours, stroking his clothed cock harder till he came in his pants with a groan.

After the date, you wanted to Uber home but Eren insisted he drive you. Besides, it’s not like he doesn’t know where you live, he’s your fucking neighbour.

You both walk up to your doors, and you turn around to bid him goodnight

“Thanks for the date, Eren. And all the money you’ve sent me. I really appreciate it.” You give him a friendly peck on the cheek before unlocking your front door.

“Do your parents know what you do for a living?”

You pause before turning, “n-no. I’d like to keep it a secret from them. I’m sure they wouldn’t react well.”

“Right, because you lied to them about being in corporate, correct?”

Your eyes widen. How does he know that?

“I-I didn’t lie. I was working there and then they laid a bunch of people off. I needed some money to help me get back on my feet.”

“I mean, I’ve probably sent you a hundred thousand alone. That’s plenty to get you back on your feet.”

“Yeah, it is.” You turn back to the door, hurriedly opening it so this conversation could be done with.

But Eren won’t let that happen

“It’s a shame. I’d hate to see your parents disown you, but you’re leaving me no choice here.”

“You don’t know my par-”

He name drops and states where they reside and you immediately back track.

“Don’t, please. What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

Eren had you tied down to your bed, vibrator buzzing on your clit as he face fucked you.

His hands were in your hair, yanking you back into the pillow as you gag around his cock.

He was rough, had no mercy on your throat

You couldn’t do anything, just focused on your breathing so you don’t pass out

He pull his tip up to your tongue, making you suck it before pulling out and releasing all over your face

You sob when he’s finally out, catching you breath before crying at his harshness.

“Shut up, you fucking slut. Be fucking grateful for this cock, otherwise, I’m gonna tell your daddy his precious daughter’s a whore.”

“No, please don’t! M’sorry!”

“Better fucking be.”

He comes down to your pussy, lifting your legs onto his shoulders

You’re already wet and prepped thanks to the vibrator

He easily slides into your fluttering pussy, eyes closed as he groans at your tightness

When he starts fucking, you cry at his pace

He’s rough from the start, doesn’t care that you’re overstimulated and sore, just cares about taking what he wants

He has you cumming around his cock over and over, no regard about your well-being

You hated every moment, but you were petrified of him telling your parents

How he even found them is beyond your comprehension but he knows who they are and he has the power to destroy your life, your future, and your reputation

So when he bends you over and breeds, you reluctantly let him.

He made you stop posting on OF

I mean he knows the internet better than anyone else, once you’ve posted, it’s gonna be on there forever

But with his experience, he was able to get a lot of them down.

Of course, he didn’t want other people to be paying for you

He wanted to be the one and only

And if you wanted your little secret to be safe

You had no choice but to agree.

#tw: dark fic #tw: noncon #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #yandere aot #yandere eren #aot smut #tw: dark content #dark eren #eren yandere #eren x you #eren aot #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger

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keferon · 5 months ago

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if your mecha au has a shockwave, does that mean it also has an orion ? was he perhaps a victim of shockwave ? omg imagine if he was shockwave's first attempt at recreating vortex if he found out. (sorry if any of this doesn't fit, i've just speedrun your mecha au and may have missed parts in my excitement !!)

You know what would be really fucked up and dramatic?

What if everything Shockwave does..he does for Orion? What if they were pilots together?What if Orion almost died in his mech, but Shockwave was able to salvage some pathetic hardly even alive remnants and preserve them?

What if all this time, Shockwave had used all his influence to get control of every mech and pilot he could get his hands on because he wanted to destroy the Quintessons? But not because he cares about humanity, but because the Quintessons have(stole?) the Matrix and Shockwave knows that the Matrix can bring someone back from the dead?

Just. Just a thought. What if

#tf mecha universe #shockwave #mecha th

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gogandmagog · 3 months ago

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Any thoughts on Shirley’s relationship with Susan compared to Anne and the way he starts calling Susan “Mother Susan”? I kinda feel like Susan stole one of Anne kids ☠️

Omg a million thoughts.

I think for Shirley, or any other more minor canon character that doesn’t get a huge amount of time in the spotlight, that it’s easy for readers to grab onto sparse canon fragments and expound on them tenfold because really – it’s all you have. For instance say X character is mentioned only twice in a novel, and each time they happened to be wearing pink sunglasses… now in fanon the jump is “X’s favourite colour is pink, and they only wear pink because they love it so much, and they always dreamed of having pink hair…” (this is a supremely stupid example, but you know what I mean?) and so on, and imo you can get really exaggerated versions of certain characters this way. And I do think this is sometimes the case with Shirley (even though it’s an impulse I understand, and one born out of necessity), and this is how we end up with some believing or thinking Shirley isn’t as much of a Blythe as the rest of his family, or that he prefers Susan to Anne, or that he isn’t very close to Anne, or even as you say, that he continued to call Susan “mother Susan” after the war. When really, we have no textual evidence to support that it did continue. It’s one of those things like yeah sure, it is possible… but it’s equally as possible that it didn’t. (And I personally doubt that it did. When I read that scene, I see a moment where Shirley is declaring for his girl, so to speak. He isn’t sure if he’ll come back from his service – after all, Walter already didn’t – and he wants Susan to know she’s been/is a Mother to him. There were many different types of ‘good-byes’ and ‘thank-yous’ to be said before boys went on to wear khaki for their country. It’s perfectly natural that Shirley would’ve done this for Susan, and it is very very sweet.)

It’s interesting though with Maud, because she does provide a lot of surrogate-type mothers in her books and short stories, and while she effortlessly proves the ferocity of the strength of these found-family bonds, she also can draw some pretty firm lines there. Like when Marilla won’t permit Anne call her “aunt Marilla,” because Marilla doesn’t believe in calling people by names or titles that don’t belong to them. For Shirley, there’s that line in Rainbow Valley narrative where Maud gives the ole air-quote to Susan’s “mothering” of Shirley – put there to pointedly differentiate from plain mothering.

Rainbow Valley by L.M. Montgomery

My own preoccupation on this subject has always been like, welllll what about Shirley? What did he feel? And it’s again, very hard to resolutely say. We just know too little. We only know Susan’s feelings. Like at the end of Anne of Ingleside, when Anne and Gilbert leave for a second honeymoon, and Shirley goes with Susan to her sisters house instead of Avonlea with the rest of the bigger kids… the text doesn’t tell us that this was necessarily Shirley’s choice. It doesn’t say, “Shirley wanted…”, instead it says: “Susan took…” (btw I don’t mean this to reflect poorly on Susan, only highlighting that it doesn’t give us any insight into Shirley’s feelings lol). Meanwhile, we do have examples of Susan putting Shirley to bed each night and ‘allowing’ Anne to on special occasion, but even in those, we also emphatically hear that Shirley still wants Anne to be the one tucking him in, despite it all.

Anne of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery

Then we’ll flip-flop and have something like Shirley going to Susan about his bumps and scrapes, and to avoid “well deserved” spankings… which all things considered, this is a less of a motherly trait, so much as an indulgent grandmotherly trait (keep in mind, Susan was described as ‘elderly’ back in HOD days).

🫠 So yeah lmao all this to say/for the TLDR, at least for me and what can be fairly deducted from the text, that Anne and Susan are basically equals in the matter of Bringing Up Shirley… and that we definitely can’t say it’s canon that Susan is an usurper (or baby stealer!) of Anne in this way.

#they’re a t-e-a-m

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peachhcs · 5 months ago

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Maybe a hard launch with Gabe and Emma? I think it would be cute for him to hard launch her, especially because some of the team didn’t know who she was when they started dating.

you all KNOWWW i love a good social media post 😏 i did do a soft launch to introduce the au like i always do but i think a hard launch would be really cutie too. this would be posted like end of 1st semester freshman year i imagine

also if social media hard launch is not what u meant i will also write gabe just bringing emma somewhere and the guys are like 😮😮

au masterlist

gabeperreault44 boston’s finest 🔅🎶

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ryan.leno_4 first of all i am not in this second of all WHO IS 3rd pic???

| gabeperreault44 sorry lean 😔

| ryan.leno_4 u didn’t answer my question

user1 omg is this a hard launch??

user2 we finally have her face!! she looks so cutie!!

drewf2 WOAHH hard launch affff

| gabeperreault44 yupppp

jacob_fowler24 honestly i’m impressed i didn’t think u’d actually hard launch her

| gabeperreault44 i like surprises

zeevbuium28 insaneee lore drop from u gp

| gabeperreault44 thanks z😙

_willvote new girl?? and this is the first time we’re hearing about it??

| gabeperreault44 😯😯😯

olivermoore11 freakkyyy i see u gp

| gabeperreault44 🤭🤭

user3 stalked and found her insta @emmagcooper

| user4 wow that’s not weird at all

| user3 ??? he soft launched her like a few months ago we been knew about her girl

teddystiga_ u leave and go to college and this is what happens 🫣

| gabeperreault44 what’s that supposed to mean??

jameshagens_4 we miss u gp but u seem to be doing just fine without us 😏

| gabeperreault44 miss ya too hags

aram_minnetian FEATUREDDDD LFGGGG

| gabeperreault44 LFGG

eamonpowell_ why is everyone hard launching nowadays 🤨

| gabeperreault44 i have no idea

coleeiserman neeeedddd ur game gp

| gabeperreault44 i’ll send it over rn

rutgermcgroarty as samy would say “insane lore drop”

| samyhughes LMAOOOO u stole my comment

| gabeperreault44 😛😛

_willsmith2 wow im featured twice that’s so nice of u gabo

| gabeperreault44 ofc smitty ☺️☺️

samyhughes aw glad we’re finally getting her face this time!

| gabeperreault44 moving up in the world!

julianne_gelinas ryan wanted me comment “no ryan leonard feature this is so criminal”

| ryan.leno_4 WHY would u expose me like that

| samyhughes LMAOOOO PLSSS

| gabeperreault44 WAIT A MINUTE dude ur literally in the 1st photo 😵‍💫😵‍💫

| ryan.leno_4 OMG UR SO RIGHT I DIDNT EVEN SEE ME HA HA

user5 LMAOOOO RYAN IS SO FUNNH PLS

user6 guys she seems so cutie!!!

samanathaminnetian so cute gp!!

| gabeperreault44 thanks sam!

danielleminnetian he’s all grown up 🥲

| gabeperreault44 i really am

liliane_perreault sooo adorable gp i miss u

| gabeperreault44 thanks lili 😌

emmagcooper first face reveal on the internet i’m scared!

| gabeperreault44 don’t be u look gorg 😍

emmagcooper first post being known as “gabe perreault’s girlfriend”

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ryan.leno_4 the fans welcome you

| emmagcooper wow i’m so glad

drewf2 hey gabe’s girlfriend

| emmagcooper hey drew!

user1 aww i love her already stoppp

user2 oh yeah gabe totally picked a good one

zeevbuium28 makes ber account public so she doesn’t have to manually accept her 1000+ follow requests

| emmagcooper work smarter not harder

olivermoore11 omg mom i’m in!

| emmagcooper 🤭🤭

jacob_fowler24 bold of u to let the stampede in

| emmagcooper feeling brave i guess

_willvote so thisss is the girl gabe talks about all the time

| emmagcooper i’m flattered ☺️

aram_minnetian hey i know the guy in the 3rd pic..

| emmagcooper hey really..

user3 if anyone has anything mean to say they have to get through me first

user4 this girl has gooodddd style wow

jameshagens_4 invading the new gf’s comments

| emmagcooper hey james!

teddystiga_ i’m shocked gabe pulled u

| gabeperreault44 is that an insult???

| teddystiga_ no

coleesierman 😯😯😯

| emmagcooper 😮 ?

samyhughes so glad we’re finally expanding the gals 😁😁

| emmagcooper i’m honored to be included ☺️

julianne_gelinas ur fits are fire

| emmagcooper omg stop im blushing

cuttergauthier_ the girl the myth the legend

| emmagcooper 🤓🤓

gabeperreault44 hi girlfriend! wow ur so cool

| emmagcooper no that’s literally u 🤩

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sha-brytols · 2 months ago

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lord carver apawstate hawke III lore btw: malcolm brought home a mabari puppy he stole from some noble in highever found and said whoever it chooses gets to name it. chooses esther. esther (<— daddy's special princess) goes omg ^_^ apawstate. carver, incredibly bitter about this whole situation, says that's stupid. esthers like you're right. he's a lord. carver (frustrated) says no i mean the name. that's stupid. esther (intentionally trying to piss him off) oh i see. he needs a proper name. we'll name him carver. carver (straight up mad now) goes YOU CANT NAME HIM THAT. THATS MY NAME. esther's like thats right. he'd be a junior. lord carver apawstate hawke the second. carver yells NO. malcolm (completely sincere) says no he's right. carver was actually named after an old friend. he'd be lord carver apawstate hawke the third. carver gives up.

#i accidentally called him rhe second in the ask game. disregard that he's always been lord apostate carver hawke III #esther hawke

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delusionalwriter02 · 1 year ago

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Hi deaaar

I loved so much the insta posts as Chuuya's girlfriend. Would you make a part two?

If not, feel free to ignore this.

Have a nice day! ❤️

Insta as Chuuya's GF p.2

a/n : hello love! here i am again with the part2, thank you so much for your request, hope you like it! Have a nice day too <3

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Yn_theoneandonly : when your bf is always late

Chu_uya : NO I'M SORRY HONEY AKUTAGWA WAS TAKING TOO LONG

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : tf you were doing with him ?

↳ Chu_uya : we had a mission together and i lost him

↳ Gintonic : you lost him ????

↳ Chu_uya : yes but no I found him but for a moment I lost him

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : just hurry

Daze_i : i'm so going to join you

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : NO FUCK OFF

↳ Daze_i : you're mean with me

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : for ONCE I want a date with JUST Chuuya

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Yn_theoneandonly : he is wanted

Chu_uya : I only want you

↳ Daze_i : chuchu you make my heart feel warm

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : omg stop it or just kiss already

↳ Chu_uya : LOVE WHAT ?????

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : joking

↳ Daze_i : i have your blessing ???

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : try Dazai, try to kiss my man and you'll see why i'm in the port mafia

↳ Gintonic : even I am scared

↳ KunikiDA : Dazai you come back RIGHT NOW

↳ Ranthebestpo : leave him or he'll never learn

Akutagawa : Can you bring me the gun you stole ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I haven't stole anything ??

↳ Akutagawa : I literally saw you

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : how much do you want

↳ Akutagawa : 6000

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : ok

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Yn_theoneandonly : he just made me lunch, i'm in love

Chu_uya : i'm so classy

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : slow down

Gintonic : have Dazai tried to make his move ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : he tried to break in but got scared of our dog

↳ Gintonic : the loser

Yosanurgirl : he's so husband material

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I AGREE

↳ Chu_uya : want to become my wife ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : make a better propose

↳ Chu_uya : Will my dear lady agree to become my wife ?

↳ Yosanurgirl : OM THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DO IT

Gintonic : what did he do ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : curry but he got a special recipe that is SO good

↳ Gintonic : he put his babies in it ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : you are so fucking disgusting

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Yn_theoneandonly : such a magical night

Chu_uya : I agree love

↳ Akutagawa : did you do it ?

↳ Chu_uya : no

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : did what ?

↳ Akutagawa : you're a damn loser and stupid human being I can't even find enough words

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : who do you think you are ??? don't insult him

↳ Chu_uya : he got his reasons

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I don't understand ??

Yosanurgirl : It's so lovely, hope you a great night

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : it was wonderful, i would love to go with you too

↳ Yosanurgirl : we have to go to Paris together

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : omg yes!!! let's organise that

Daze_i : it's a shame I wasn't there

↳ Atsushiii : I think it's best if you keep your distance

↳ Daze_i : don't talk to me

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : don't speak to my baby like that

↳ Chu_uya : your what

↳ Gintonic : if the loser wasn't with you then who took the photo ?

↳ Chu_uya : she asks one the person that was there

↳ Daze_i : why do you always assume i'm with them ??

↳ Gintonic : because you're the most obsessive person in the world

↳ Daze_i : i'm not

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Chuuya is in Chibuya

↳ Daze_i : COMING

↳ Gintonic : see ?

↳ Chu_uya : he's living in his own little universe

Hey! I hope you like it ? Thank you so much again for your request!

See you <3

#fanfic #fanfiction #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #request #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #x reader #female reader #fake social media #chuuya bsd #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya x reader

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junie-boo · 10 months ago

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Misunderstanding!

Holm Kranom x Gen!Neutral Reader CW: None, just straight fluff Although this fic in particular is completely sfw, my profile has nsfw content on it so minors pls dni! ♡

Summary: Holm gets distracted by you and Rin thinks you're evil

Author note: Hello! I haven't posted on here in so long omg lol. I don't really plan on posting as much on tumblr specifically, (I'm mainly on AO3 as patheticmenlover!) honestly I just wanted to share my Holm Kranom fic on here cuz he seems to get the most content on here AND because he doesn't have a lot of x reader fics. It SUCKS!! Anyways I hope yall like this I don't really like it as much but I wanted to feed my fellow Holm enjoyers even if its bad (≧ڡ≦*)

Rin just had a feeling you’d cause trouble for the party when you tagged along with them on the journey back to the surface. She couldn’t believe Kabru allowed Holm to heal AND let you tag along despite her concerns. You were a stranger.. for all they knew you could be an enemy.

The party had found you purely by accident, you passed out on the ground near the water on the 4th floor alongside your belongings, which happened to be a patchy bag and an axe...a dodgy looking one at that. They straight up thought you were dead until they caught a glimpse of your chest breathing up and down, you were just unconscious. You were real lucky that a kelpie or mermaid hadn’t found you before they did. How clumsy were you?

Of course, Holm did have the power to resurrect you if you did die but simply healing you made it easier. He quickly healed you and Kabru proceeded to ask If you were alright. You thankfully were alright and had explained that you were ambushed by a few other party members suddenly. You would’ve offered some of your food and even treasure, but it was unfortunately stolen. You knew you couldn’t continue further in the dungeon with NO food and a damaged axe, so you knew you had to go back to the surface to restock your items.

You tried to search inside your bag for something to offer them as thanks for healing you but Kabru quickly grabbed your hand, saying there was no need. That and it’s not like you had anything valuable…at least not anymore. You were certainly a strange one. Before you were about to leave on your own, Kabru asked if you wanted to tag along with the party since they were traveling back to the surface anyways. Just as Rin was about to protest, you quickly accepted it.

You thought to yourself, you might as well since they are going back up anyhow, if you happen to run into the same party members that attacked you and stole your stuff you have a high chance of getting it back.

Everyone within the party had no issue with this, if Kabru deemed you to be harmless then you should be, right? As creepy as it sounds, he was really good at reading people. To him, you were… harmless. He even doubts your axe would do much damage, seriously when was the last time you sharpened that thing?

Anyways, Kuro and Mickbell didn’t seem to mind your presence. Kuro sniffed you and the area to make sure you weren’t planning on ambushing them, which you weren’t! So, you’re alright in Mickbell and Kuro’s book…doesn’t mean they trust you though! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

Daya on the other hand was nice to you. Albeit, she did have her slight suspicions, but she didn’t express them in front of you. But then again, if Kabru trusted you then…surely it was worth it to believe your innocence. And as for Rin well, you already know. She’s keeping a close eye on you..! Anything shady coming from you and you’re going to go back to sleep.

Finally, as for Holm, he didn’t mind either..at all actually. It was to be expected from him because he was the calmest in the group but…something seemed off. When you happily pranced up to Holm, shaking his hand thanking him for healing you, he appeared to be bashful?! What was wrong with him.. was he alright?

His face was beet red, and he was stuttering like crazy. His normal half-lidded eyes were replaced with wide flustered eyes. Rin has never seen him like this before. What did you do to him?

You gently grasped Holm’s hands with yours while looking him I’m directly in the eyes, praising him sweetly for healing you. “Thank you so so much! I probably would’ve died if you hadn’t healed me!” You almost looked angelic, like a sweet soul but…Rin thinks otherwise. He looks up at you with a flushed face, continuously stumbling over his words. “Ah..It’s…it’s nothing…haha..really..!”

Rin glares suspiciously at you two as she gripped her staff. The hell were you planning? Kabru took notice of not only you and Holm, but also Rin. It didn’t need to take a genius to know Rin was annoyed. “Kabru..! Why would you let them tag along?..” She huffs. “They could be up to something you know.” Kabru just chuckles at this, to which she looks at him with confusion. “I don’t think so, they don’t look dangerous to me.”

His eyes travels back to you, happily conversing with a bashful gnome. “Besides…they seem occupied with someone.” Rin looks at the duo with Kabru. “You noticed them too?...Do you think something is wrong with Holm?” He smiles. “No, not at all.” Before she could oppose, he leaves. Despite Kabru’s lack of concern, she still chose to watch your every move. Especially after overhearing you asking Holm to stick beside him on the journey back to the surface.

You might have everyone fooled but you can’t fool Rin.

FOURTH FLOOR

After healing and allowing you to follow them, you and Kabru’s party began to continue the journey back to the surface, but not before going through a few ridiculous monster encounters. As you were conversing with Holm by your side, you two were passing by the rooms in the dungeon hall. A few were closed, some were opened. It’s smarter to simply not go inside either of them, after all you all are trying to get back to the surface and not get killed on the way back.

Unfortunately, Mickbell got a little too curious.

“Man..I remember almost getting killed by a mimic here. I hope it’s gone or somebody already got rid of it.” You say cautiously. Holm hums in acknowledgement. “I see..a mimic huh? Those are pretty scary.” You gently put your arm around his shoulder. “Don’t worry Holm, I got an axe with me. I’ll protect you If they try to come near you.” You joke.

His face flushes as he turns his head to the side and coughs into his hand. “O-oh?...ahah…mm..thank you..” You chuckle at his adorable reaction. Meanwhile..Mickbell and Kuro came across an open room with a single ‘treasure chest’. The duo not knowing that it was a mimic decided to go up to it. Mickbell hopped off Kuro and inspected the chest.

“I don’t remember seeing this when we came through here. Think there’s anything valuable in here?” Mickbell asks Kuro, to which he lowly growls at the box. Mickbell looks at him in confusion. “What is it Kuro..?” Before Kuro could answer…

*BOW*

A massive blue crab popped out of the front box, knocking back Mickbell and Kuro against the wall harshly, causing them to both groan in pain. “Ugh..what the..? Oh fuck!” Mickbell yells as the mimic began to quickly charge towards them. Kuro swiftly gradded Mickbell and began to sprint out of the room as fast as he could, but the mimic had no trouble following them at almost the same speed.

The duo (mostly Kuro) continuously ran up and down the halls hoping to tire it down but it didn’t seem to work, that mimic must be starving for roasted kobold with a side of mashed half-foot. “ARAUUGHH!! HELP US!” Mickbell screams as he held onto Kuro for dear life. “HOLM...Y/N!….UH?” He called out for you two, but you weren’t anywhere insight anymore. Where the hell did you two go?

Fortunately for them Kabru, Rin and Daya heard their cries for help and immediately came to their aid. Kabru and Daya quickly carried them both out of the way while Rin casted a spell to electrify the mimic, causing it to pass out. Kabru and Daya set down the panicked duo on the ground. “Holy fuck..!” Mickbell gasps.

“Are you alright?” Kabru asks. “Y-yeah..were-“

“Wait.” Rin interrupts. “Where’s Holm and Y/n?” They both shrug.

Meanwhile you and Holm further down, oblivious to the chaos happening down the hall:

“Treasure bugs huh?” He tilts his head. “I never knew those were even a thing…how interesting. I don’t think I’ve seen those before.”

“Yeah! It’s pretty cool huh? I’ve got a few fried ones in my bag actually..i’ll gladly share it with you.” You say as you start to dig inside your bag. “Ahah..that’s quite alright— wait did you say fried?” You nod. “I know it sounds odd but…!” You pull an insect coin from your bag. “Its tastyyy!~” You then held it up to Holm’s mouth.

“Come onnn!~ Try it! It’s yummy!” His face and ears flush from your closeness, then he quickly turns his head. Not only because of how close you were, but…you were trying to get him to eat a treasure bug. “N-no thank you!...I appreciate the offer but…It’s not my thing!”

You hum in acknowledgement. “No problem, more for me.” You pop the fried treasure bug in your mouth, happily eating it. Holm wasn’t sure what to think of you eating treasure bugs…you were a strange one indeed but that’s what made you unique in his eyes.

“You’re pretty strange.” He jokes. You let out a chuckle. “Is it because of the treasure bug thing?” He nods. “Yep.” You two then let out a series of laughing until you two hear fast foot steps coming your way, it was the rest of the group. Mickbell and Kuro specifically looked a little irritated and shaken up.

“HOLM! YLN!..WHAT THE HELL?” Rin yelled. “Where were you—”

“ME AND KURO ALMOST DIED TO A MIMIC WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU TWO? YOU WERE JUST NEAR US WHYD YOU LEAVE?!” Mickbell screamed. “You two were in trouble? I’m sorry!...we didn’t notice—”

“CLEARLY!” Mickbell interrupted Holm. “Sorry guys!” You sheepishly rub your neck. “If we heard you, we would’ve helped, I swear!”

“HOW DIDN’T YOU HEAR US WE WERE SCREAMING—”

“Mickbell, please.” Kabru sternly shushed him, causing him to huff. “Can I ask what you two were doing all the way back here?” He looks at the both of you. “We don’t need you two doing any funny stuff while were trying to get back to the surface!” Rin exclaims.

Holm immediately tensed up. “W-wait hold on! Don’t get the wrong idea please!” He held up his hand in defense. “We didn’t realize we had walked so far off…we’ll be more careful next time.” You voiced. “I’ll try not to steal him from you guys again.” You subtly flirt.

The party aside from Kabru didn’t seem to catch on, but Holm sure did.

His face immediately flushed again along with his ears. A batch of incomprehensible words spouted from his mouth as he grabbed his beret, covering his burning face with it. You snicker at his reaction, while Rin was seemingly eyeing your interaction.

“Wha..?” She mumbles to herself. What was going on with him?..you must have done something to him! She just knows it but..she can’t prove it. Not yet at least.

She scoots close to Kabru. “Kabru..are you seeing this? That isn’t normal behavior from Holm!” She muttered. “I know they did something to him..just give me the word and I’ll take care of it.” She grips her staff tightly in anticipation like she desperately wanted to hurt something.

“Don’t.” He responds casually.

“What?!..” She looks at him in surprise and confusion. “But…why not?”

A relaxed chuckle escaped his lips. “They are harmless, besides, we should keep going while were not being attacked.” Before she could oppose again, he began leading the way out. What is this? She thought. This was ridiculous, why was nobody seeing that you were clearly scheming something?!.. she’ll have to talk to Kabru properly about this when they get to the surface.

SECOND FLOOR

The second floor…surrounded by beautiful trees, flowers, and strange monsters…like the mandrake for example. As the party passed by the crowded plants they began to notice it started to cloud their vision of other members...specifically, you and Holm. If you weren’t there then this wouldn’t exactly be an issue, sure Holm tends to get easily overwhelmed and freeze up sometimes but he definitely can defend himself if absolutely necessary.

She dedicated herself to watching you two for any suspiciousness but she can’t do that if she can’t see either of you…! And speak of the devil, after checking on her other party member’s statuses, what do you know…you two were gone AGAIN!

So much for ‘trying not to steal him away from us’.

Meanwhile you and Holm…again:

“Wow, these trees are huge," you exclaim. "Are you just realizing that now? Haven't you been through this area before?" Holm asks, and you nod. "Well, yeah, but I never really stopped to take in the surroundings," you reply. You reach out and pluck a flower from a nearby tree, an angel's trumpet. "Now that I'm really paying attention, this place is full of beautiful flowers," you say, turning to him and leaning in close. He starts blushing at your proximity. You gently tuck the flower behind his ear, then step back to admire your handiwork.

"You look so cute!" You say cheerfully. Holm, on the other hand, can't seem to get a word out, his eyes fixed on the ground in embarrassment. "Th-thank you... I really appreciate it!" he stutters, his face turning even redder. So adorable..you thought. So adorable you just want to squish his cheeks but…you think he might not appreciate that. At least not right now.

“RAAAAH!”

A loud scream alarmed the both of you, causing you both to turn to where the noise came from, which was a hollow tree. “What was that?” You cautiously asked while observing the area carefully. “That..sounds like the scream of a!—”

“BAT!” You screamed, as soon as you did the big bat quickly flew near you two and attempted to attack. Instead of fighting, you chose to tackle Holm to the ground and into the bushes hoping to hide from it until it tires itself out. Thankfully after a few minutes of it flying around the area searching for you two, it flew to another place hoping to find other victims.

“Phew..that was close.” You say in relief. You then realized— you were still on top of Holm! Poor thing probably almost suffocated. “Ah! Sorry!” You quickly get off him. “I hope I didn’t tackle you too hard, my axe wouldn’t have done much damage to the bat especially since it’s already crappy.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he just stared at you with a red face while still laying on the ground. You may want to give him a moment to collect himself.

*Back to Mickbell and Kuro*

A distant screech could be heard, causing Mickbell to hear it.

“Hey Kuro…did you hear that?” Kuro’s ears perk up, attempting to hear what Mickbell was.

Another screech could be heard, this one being a little louder.

“Yes!...it sounds..familiar.” Kuro mumbles. “Wait..that…sounds like…!” Before Mickbell could finish his sentence, the big bat made itself known and screamed at the duo.

“RAAAAH!”

“UWAAAAHH??!” Both individuals let out a loud exclamation of fear as they clung tightly to each other. During their panic, the bat swooped down swiftly, attempting to attack them multiple times but somehow they dogged each attack. Kuro swiftly lifted Mickbell and started running in the opposite direction, searching for a safe place to hide from the enormous bat.

“Mick, be careful—!” Kuro cautioned Mickbell as the bat descended closely behind them, almost managing to sever Kuro’s tail completely, leaving it barely attached to his back. A cry of pain escaped him before he collapsed to the ground and inside a bush with Mickbell in his grasp. “KUROO!” He shouted.

He positioned himself beneath Kuro, allowing the kobald to rest his head on his friend's lap. Mickbell stole a quick glance at his injury, relieved to see that his tail had not been completely torn off, indicating that it could be properly healed. The only thing they needed now was Holm. However, he would have to call out for him - surely he must be close by. It was a risky move, but Mickbell couldn't bear to see his friend in pain. He needed to act quickly and hope that they wouldn't end up as a meal for a passing bat.

"Holm...!" Mickbell shouted, but there was no response. The bat was now scanning the area from a distant tree branch. "HOLM...!" He raised his voice a bit more. This time, the bat pinpointed the source of the sound. This was not a good sign. "HOLM!!" Mickbell screamed, catching the bat's attention.

The bat began to fly directly towards them, its sharp claws and teeth poised for an attack. "AAAUHHH!!" Mickbell held onto Kuro's head tightly, bracing himself for the bat's claws to pierce his skin when suddenly—

*SLASH*

Kabru swiftly and decisively slashed the bat's throat before it could reach Mickbell. The bat struggled for a moment, choking on its own blood, before collapsing nearby. Kabru put away his sword and ran towards the duo alongside Daya and Rin. “Are you two alright?”

Mickbell angrily lamented, "Kuro’s tail is about to fall off! I called for Holm, but he's not even NEARBY! Where is he?!"

"They wandered off again? Are you kidding me?" Rin complained, "I'll find them, and when I do..."

“Don't worry, Rin. I've got this under control. Just focus on checking Kuro for any other injuries. I'll be back soon." With those words, he hurried off to locate you and Holm. It took a bit but in the end, he successfully found both of you.

Fortunately uninjured, but still... The two of you were unwinding on a picturesque bed of flowers, with him in particular reclining on your lap as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. How did it even come to this? Kabru pondered. Nevertheless... he thought it was cute, but Kuro needed his aid so, this can wait.

"You two were hiding here, then?" Kabru chuckled. You both gasped in shock because you hadn't even noticed him there. "Oh, I see. Hello, Kabru. "Didn't even notice you were here," you waved. You guys move so slowly, don't you?” You tease.

"Ah, Kabru!" Red in the face and ears, he raises his head off your lap. "Did something happen?"

Kabru nods. “Yes, actually. A big bat attacked Mickbell and Kuro, Kuro specifically. He needs his tail healed, if you aren’t too busy.” He teased, poking fun at him for resting on your lap, you didn’t seem to catch on but Holm caught it. He quickly got up and dusted his dark robe and swiftly put his beret back on. “N-no no! Of course not!” he stammered. “Please lead me to him!” Kabru then proceeded to lead Holm and you to Mickbell and Kuro’s aid.

You two were definitely going to get an earful from Mickbell….again.

SURFACE:

The party returned to the surface unscathed and undamaged after going through a lot of nonsense involving you and Holm. It's a miracle, really, because whenever you and Holm ventured off, bad things would happen, and Mickbell and Kuro were nearly always involved. Holm and you did take the time to apologize for any unintentional trouble you may have caused at the party. (poor guys).

They seemed forgiving enough but as for Mickbell…ehh not so much. Just be thankful he acknowledged your apology. As for Rin…she just stared at you two. She just knew in her gut that you had done something and that you were planning on killing them..! She just needed to say something. NOW.

She walks towards the two of you with an angry look, more so specifically towards you. “You!” She points at you. “What have you done?” She accuses. “Ever since you’ve tagged along our party nothing but bad things has happened. And as for Holm… why is it that every time were traveling you manage to get him alone? And he’s always red-faced! What is your deal?”

You look at her in surprise before laughing to yourself. Holm however he’s frozen in place, just as Rin said his face and ears were burning. “That’s not!—I’m…they’re..! Agh!..” He quickly snatched his beret and covered his face. “What?” Rin questions.

Kabru laughs to himself as he strolls next to Rin. Rin was confused as he leaned into her ear to clarify that you weren't evil and that Holm wasn't the problem; he was just obviously infatuated with you. She glanced at you, then back at Holm, and then gave herself a mental face palm.

How ridiculous..!

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