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petri808 · 1 year ago

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Day 1 @flufftober “I’ve got you” Nalu Drabble

“Aww, it’s been sooo looonnggg,” Lucy whines as she stretches her lower back and twists from side to side. “I can’t wait to get up this trail and take in that sweet clean air!”

Natsu chuckles as he finishes clicking the buckle of his backpack and checks to make sure the strap is nice and snug around his chest. “I wonder if we’ll see deer this time, that’d be cool.”

They work a lot of hours, Lucy as a crime journalist and him as a firefighter, so it’s hard to find a time when they’re both off on the same day. Now, it’s finally autumn, technically at least, with the heat index no longer in the triple digits to make hiking uncomfortable. Summer was truly miserable this year too, super dry conditions with no summer storms. For his job, that meant more fires than normal, often accidental like someone deciding to barbecue with coals over dead grass or kids burning trash in a barrel out of boredom.

She takes a swig of her water bottle before putting it away in her satchel. “Do you think it’ll be this dry up there too?” Lucy asks as she taps the dry grass with her foot causing a crunching sound.

“It’ll be dry, but probably not this dry once we get to about the 8,200 foot elevation and the forest is thicker.”

“8,200 feet?”

“Maybe two-thirds to three-fourths the way up the trail.”

“Oh, okay. It’s just kinda sad to see it like this.”

They’ve been on high alert, but his boss approved this time-off months in advance because in another week they will be saying “I do.” It may seem odd to be going hiking instead of using the time to solidify wedding plans, but relaxing is just as important for their sanity. And besides, he’s sure Lucy will agree when he says, that the wedding is just a formality at this point. Altogether, they’ve been close for 20 years, a couple for 13 of those years, and the marriage certificate signed 8 years ago. The only reason the ceremony took so long to take place is their busy careers.

Natsu walks over and puts his arm around her waist before kissing her temple. “I couldn’t agree more.”

The trail they’ve chosen is considered a moderate one in length and difficulty, two miles one way with an incline of about 8-12 degrees give-or-take. It’s a well worn and a well marked trail popular with locals, so the couple will have no difficulties scaling it. The forest is made up of a lot of needled tree varieties like pines, firs, and spruces as well as maples or hardy mahogany’s or an occasional mountain apple. There are also a spattering of berry options in the area that the deer and other wildlife eat like blackberry, mulberry, snowberries, and elderberry.

So many things to look at! And the smell… just a myriad of earthly scents in a dry air filling their lungs to replace what the city’s pollution left behind. They take their time as they traverse the dirt-packed trail, worn into a shallow groove from years of service, up the shallow incline of the mountain pass in a zig-zag. Every so often, they can hear the sounds of small creatures scampering through the leaf litter, through brush, or maybe a squirrel in it’s hollowed tree den high above. The birds too, add to the natural symphony with differing tweets and twittering chirps, or perhaps a call of warning when they see the two-legged creatures passing by. They were happy to see that while dry, once they got deeper into the tree line the flora appear to have weathered the summer sun just fine.

Eventually they reach the 8,000 foot elevation which is almost to the turning point in the trail. Here there is an opening in the tree line that allows the couple to peer down into the valley below that separates this mountain range into two. Maybe if you listen hard enough on a day with very little noise, it’s possible to hear the whooshing, burbling sounds of the river at it’s heart. Here the trail is around three feet wide. On the mountain side, there’s approximately four more feet of brush before you hit the wall, but on the other there is a sheer drop off the cliff side. Because of the trails worn out groove, it creates a sort of lip or raised berm before the cliff begins. Now, the cliff itself is deceiving because the cliff side is covered in low brush and bramble, and tops of trees that have taken root at a lower level. It makes it difficult to see just how steep it really is and camouflages the dangers.

Natsu takes off the pack and puts it on the ground so he can grab something to snack on and a drink. He then sits down on a large rock on the mountain side of the trail. It’s as good a time as any to take a break and appreciate the beautiful scenery. Lucy too accepts a small bag of trail mix from him before stepping near the edge of the berm. As she munches on finger-fulls of the treats, she takes a wide survey of the area. This isn’t the first time they’ve been here or stopped at this very spot before, so it’s nothing really new.

“Look!” Lucy points to some trees to their right near the entrance of the valley. “They’re starting to turn color! I bet if we came back in a month this whole area will be a multi-color sea of leaves!”

“Oh yeah?” Natsu responds. “That’ll make for some nice photos, maybe we should come back to take pics to turn into holiday cards?”

Finding the suggestion appealing, Lucy turns on her heel quickly to face him. “Oh, I love that idea!”

And that’s when he sees it. As Lucy spins around in her excitement, the dirt beam which is normally solid and compact, completely crumbles and breaks off the cliff’s edge. “LUCY!” Natsu screams as he pops up and tries to reach…

“Huh?” Lucy instantly looks down, but it’s already too late as she feels the ground below her feet give way. “OH! AHHH!” She cries out and her eyes blow up like saucers as she drops below the edge.

All Natsu can see as his hand grabs air is the love of his life disappearing from view, with her wide-eyed expression burning into his mind. “Lucy!!” He stumbles to his knees and peers over the edge.

“Natsu!!” She screams back.

‘Oh thank the stars!’ Natsu instantly lets out the air he’d been holding in when he sees that Lucy is about four feet down and has managed to grab onto a root. It’s still a precarious situation, evident by the continuously crumbling dirt around them. The root could give way or more of the cliff edge which would send Natsu down too. The abnormally hot and dry summer conditions have left the bare soil so dry that there’s little to keep it together. “Lucy! Don’t panic! Okay? Babe don’t move around too much, stay as still as you can okay?!”

“O-Okay,” Lucy sniffles, “p-please hurry!”

Natsu locks eyes with her and steadies his breathing as his emergency training kicks in. He knows better than most the importance of staying calm and appearing confident in these situations. “I got you! Lucy, you believe me right? I’m gonna get you out of there!”

A sense of ease rolls over when Lucy feels the cocksureness flowing from her man. She knows she can count on him, but to feel it is surreal. “I do! Y-Yeah, I do!”

He takes a quick assessment of the edges stability and notes he can’t put a lot of pressure on the dirt or it will break off again. That means if he tries to just reach for her and it gives way, they will both fall. Okay, the cliff face is at give or take a 55-65 degree angle, and no way to know if it turns into a sheer drop further down. There are several bushes doting the area though there’s no way to know how deeply rooted they are. Natsu can also see a many random divots on the cliff face created when rocks are likely dislodged due to weathering. He reaches down and yanks on a close-by bush to see how deeply rooted it is and it’s more solid than it looks. The edge is weak, but if he lays flat, and uses the rest of his body to counter and distribute his weight, he should be able to reach down maybe two feet. But that still means he’s two feet shy of reaching her.

“Okay, Lucy?”

“Y-yeah?”

“I’m gonna need you to trust me and do exactly what I say. Can you do that?”

“O-Okay…”

“You trust me right?”

“Of course, I trust you.”

“Do you see that bush just above your head? I want you to grab onto it at the base. Keep holding onto the root, but grab the bush with your other hand.”

“Okay…”

“And— but don’t looks down! There is a divot in the ground just below your left knee. I need you to use the bushes to help you pull yourself up until your foot can catch hold of the divot. Let your body drag along the ground not lift up while you do that. Once your foot feels like it’s solid in the divot, reach for the next two bushes above. You should feel another divot maybe another foot up to match. Can you do this? I should be able to reach you if you can get closer.”

“I-I’ll try.”

“Not try,” Natsu pushes her to think positive, “baby, you will!” He moves into position to where from his rib cage down it’s laying on the ground over the trail with the weight of the backpack anchoring his feet. He leans over the edge and extends his hand as far as it will reach. “Come on Lucy! Grab my hand!”

Tentatively, Lucy starts to make her move, first grabbing the base of the bush, then pulling up as her foot skims for the divot. Once it hits an indentation, she presses into it with her toes for stability. Just as she’s about to move to the next bushes, a couple of small rocks break free from the edge where Natsu is laying, causing her to look down.

Seeing how far up they are spooks her, and reminds her of the precariousness of the position. “I’m scared, Natsu…” Lucy whimpers. Why is this happening to them? It’s such a beautiful day, going on a hike which is something they enjoy. And right before the wedding ceremony. “It’s so high…”

“Look at me,” Natsu commands and Lucy instantly obeys. With her eyes transfixed, he responds as soothingly as he can muster. “It’s okay to be scared, but look’it, you already did the first step, just one more.” He flexes his fingers and smiles. “Take a deep breath and come to me Lucy!”

No verbal response, she just gives a shaky nod as she looks at her target and reaches for it. One bush grabbed onto, then two, and finally, her foot finds the divot.

“Now let go of one bush, and reach for my hand.”

With a trembling gulp, Lucy slowly reaches up, crawling her fingers up the cliff face as she aims for Natsu’s hand.

“Almost there…” He assures as he extends as far as he can as well. When he feels the tips of her fingers, “almost there…” Lucy stretches on tiptoe giving her the last bit of distance needed for Natsu to grab her left wrist. “Gotcha! Okay, I’m gonna start pulling, keep grabbing onto things too.”

“O-Okay.”

Little by little with him pulling and her reaching, they scale the cliff face. One foot conquered, two feet, each shift and movement triggering little cascades of dirt or rock causing Lucy to pause and lower her head to avoid them. Two more feet to go. “Grab onto my neck as soon as you can with one hand.” He lifts the few inches allowing her to do just that. “Okay…” Natsu tenses up his core and thighs, and presses down with his knees tensed to provide additional drag. After getting one arm around her back and side, with hand under Lucy’s right armpit, he uses everything his torso can offer, pulling up while using his knees to scoot backwards a few inches. Once her shoulders have cleared the edge, she wraps her other around his neck. Natsu changes positions quickly, still holding her tightly with his left, he uses his free hand to push off the ground while his legs shift and curl to the side and pulling her up and over. This brings his knees under him and allows him to use them as a lever for this final hurrah. With a straining grunt, Lucy is yanked over the edge, the momentum causing Natsu to fall onto his back and her onto his chest, immediately wrapping his other arm around her and scooting all the way back to the mountain side of the trail. He sits up and keeps her in his lap.

One would expect an immediate celebration, but such a physical and mental expenditure takes it’s toll. For half a minute they remain, wrapped tightly to each other in silence save for the natural symphony oblivious around them and the rise and fall of their chests while their breathing returns to normal. But soon, all the adrenaline that helped Natsu through, runs away, and all the emotions he’s tamped down explode to the surface. He’s been through tons of emergency rescues and battled hundreds of blazes, but never once has he felt this level of fear. Natsu keeps his head on Lucy’s shoulder, but adds pressure against her neck as a he speaks. “I thought I lost you…” his shaky words in a somber tone are just barely audible as if he’s too afraid to give it any more power.

Lucy reciprocates, tilting her head into the nape of his neck. “Me too…” She tightens her hug when she feels the moisture from his tears starting to soak the fabric of her shirt. His trembling frame speaks volumes. For as long as she’s known this man, she can’t think of a time when he’s shown this level of vulnerability. Always the protector worrying more about others than himself. “Natsu, I re—ally don’t know how you can handle death defying stuff so calmly, ‘cause that was fucking scary!”

“I’d rather do my job a hundred times over than go through this again.” Natsu mumbles. And he means it. They’re lives, their spirits are so entwined already that if he lost her, it’s like being dead too.”

They stay tangled for a little longer before getting to their feet and start heading back down the trail, but both are exhausted, so it takes a little longer than usual, stopping every so often for breaks. The air around Natsu feels heavy and yet light too. How can one feel both at the same time, well, it’s the only way he can explain it. As a trained emergency responder, it’s his job to be aware of anything dangerous and yet today he failed to notice the dry dirt or how close Lucy was getting to the edge. Perhaps this guilt is where the heaviness comes from and yet lightness stems from the same source. It’s because he is trained that he was able to save her life today and that has to feel good.

Sensing something amiss, Lucy squeezes the hand she’s holding and leans her head against his bicep. “Something bothering you?”

“Mmm,” Natsu throws on a genuine smile. Death always makes us think what if, but it’s time to let go. Lucy’s still here, smiling, and holding his hand as they walk along the trail. She’s not letting this experience hold her down. Plus, she’s tougher than she looks, and if he continues to feel sorry, it’s an afront to her inner strength. Sometimes… it’s a wonder who’s really the savior between them. “Nope,” Natsu smiles and kisses her temple area. “Not anymore.”

#flufftober 2023 #nalu #nalu fanfiction #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #unedited

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blocksruinedme · 1 year ago

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I posted a SmallEtho podfic!

It's only 9:34 long! It's embedded on the ao3 page so you can listen right there if you like!

If you're not familiar with podfic, it's like audiobooks for fanfic. I've been listening to podfic for over a decade. I always wanted to record podfic, but hated my voice. Then I started reading to kids more and realized I could hate my voice less when I was reciting, so I forced myself to just start recording anyway. (I don't love my voice, but exposure therapy does wonders.) I said I'd do one a month in 2022, and I did, until August and then.... the blocks got me!

Then I found out about @end-otw-racism, where one things you can do is put out a short work with "End Racism in the OTW" in the title, to raise awareness for the fact that it has been almost three years since the OTW promised to come up with a plan about racism on ao3. I don't know how to address these problems, but I do know I'm not okay with the OTW just never mentioning it again! Read more here!

So here's a podfic of my cute sappy little fic about Joel wanting to kiss Etho soooooo much. Truly the fluffiest thing I've written. If people enjoy it, I might do more! Really I'll be happy if five people who didn't hear it in progress give it a listen. You can get me 20% of the way there!

This is actually my second mcyt podfic, because I recorded one of @toasted-cricket's fics with them before I was actually into the fandom! It's even shorter, only six minutes, and both me and cricket read it! Multivoice! It's 3rd Life & Last Life, about Grian killing his darlings. (It's not technically explicitly shippy but it's pretty scar/grian and grian/mumbo to me.)

We did a ton of takes and I'm pretty happy with it! (Though the word "squeeze" will never be the same to me again)

(Hey if you're even a little curious... give one of them 90 seconds, I dare you. I already caused my beta-listener to decide they liked podfic after all...)

Reminder, if you want to hear more about @end-otw-racism and how could can help call for accountability for what they promised three years ago, read more here! I love ao3, and the values of the OTW are really fundamental to who I am, but they have to do better.

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pixie88 · 2 years ago

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Happy Anniversary

Chapter 20 - The Neighbour.

A/N | It’s a bit late sorry.

Comments & reblogs welcome!

Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Summary | Simon gets a warning...

Check out previous chapters Here!

Word count | 1.4k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Angst, violence & mild NSFW.

Pairings | Dean x Alana.

Song | Mr Brightside - The Killers.

Enjoy!

Later that evening...

The pub and beer garden are packed with all Ronnie's and Pete's friends and family. Alana pulls Dean over to Nanny on the bus, "Alana, why do you call her Nanny on the bus?" Dean questions her, "because as a kid she used to get the bus to visit us!" he chuckles at her, "ok, this is the one, who if she doesn't approve of you, we are over?!" She jokes.

"Yep, so you better be charming!" she teases him, "game on, sweetheart!" he winks before introducing himself, Alana rolls her eyes....

An hour later...

"Mum! Mum! You need to stop Dad!" Fifi pleads, Ronnie looks to where Pete seems to be having a heated argument with Simon, "oh, he listened to me!"Ronnie smiled, Fifi looked to her Mum, "what?" she hissed.

"Simon, I told him to come. Look darling whatever it is you two are arguing over, I'm sure you can work it out?!" she placed her hand on her daughters shoulder, "he cheated on me!" she didn't want to tell her like this, but she needed to know the truth. Ronnie's smile fell, Fifi filled her mother in on the recent events while Alana tried to pull her Dad away from Simon, knowing her sister wouldn't want to cause a scene in front of everyone.

"Dad! Just leave him!!" Alana hissed once more, "c'mon buddy, I think it's time for you to go!" Dean tried to usher him out as Fifi and Ronnie came over, he tried to reason with them, "Fi! Please! Your Mum invited me, she wants us to fix this and so do I!" Fifi is about to talk but Ronnie stops her, she places her hand on Dean's shoulder letting him know to let go.

She steps forward her face inches from his, "that was before I knew what a lowlife scumbag you were! I think you better leave, haven't you already embarrassed her enough by cheating on her with someone old enough to be your daughter?"

"Ron! Please, I can explain!" Simon pleaded, "It's Veronica and I think you better leave!" looking deflated he realized he wasn't getting anywhere, Ronnie turns back towards him again, "by the way...I'm going to destroy your life just like you've destroyed Fifi's! I'll warn you once....you mess with my girl again...I won't stop until you are ruined! Do we understand each other!" she gave him a hard stare.

Alana had a new found respect for her Mum, she caught her Mum's eye and smiled softly, "come on, you lot this is supposed to be a party!" she ushered them away from a sulking Simon.

Later...

Alana's at the bar when she feels an arm rest on her shoulder, she looked at the polished nails before she felt a kiss drop on her cheek, "I am proud of you, pickle!" she heard her softly say, "I'm proud of you for sticking up for Fifi today!" she sighs just wishing she was the same when things fell apart with Rick and Isaac.

"I realized something, I should have realized years ago. I thought for you girls to be happy, you needed some high flying partner, but the truth is I only wanted that for you because I wanted you both to have someone that can look after you....now? Now? I realize you don't need someone to look after you, neither of you in fact, because we raised two strong women that don't need men to take care of them. Dean might not have thousands in the bank, but I know from what I've seen you won't want for anything and he really loves the bones of you!"

Alana smiles at her Mum, "...and also I was such a bitch after Rick and even more so after Isaac and when you arrived with Dean! So I'm sorry!" Alana's eyes glass over, she wraps her arms around her Mum. Ronnie strokes her daughters hair, hugging her tightly, she sees Dean creeping over, "....and you! You've seen what I’ll do if you break her heart! I might not be able to ruin your career, but I'll fly over to ruin any chance of you having kids...got it?"

Alana lets go of her Mum smiling, wiping her eyes, "I'm petrified of you, but I will promise you, I will do everything in my power to not let that happen, Ma'am!" Ronnie smiles at Dean, "it's Ronnie! and Alana, you got a good one there!"

"I think its more the other way round, but after what I've just seen I'm not going to argue!" Dean chuckles, "smart man! Right, I need to find your Dad before he gets too drunk to cut the cake. You two enjoy the rest of the evening!" Ronnie brings them both in for a hug before rushing off in search of Pete.

"See she's not as bad as you made out!" he winks at Alana, who laughs, "she threatened to squash your balls if you hurt me and you think she's not that bad?!" Dean shrugs with a smirk, "welcome to the family!" Alana laughs as he pulls her to his lips.

He pulls away just a little with his arms wrapped around her, he leans in and his lips brush against the shell of her ear, "I don't know about you but I can't wait to get you out of that dress Miss Harris!" he whispers making every nerve stand on end. "Dean!" she blushes, "as much as I love seeing you naked, that black shirt and suit is really working on me!" she winks watching his cheeks go rosy.

"Are you going to miss this place when we head home tomorrow?" he looks round at all the people inside the pub, "I'll miss a few people, but I can't wait to get back into my own bed!" she laughs, "me too! I guess what I'm trying to ask is, would you ever want to move back?" he looks at her with a weak grin.

"Move back? Lawrence was just supposed to be a break from this place I was planning on coming back when I moved out there...."

"And now?" he asks nervously, "now? I have a job I love, friends I wouldn't be with out and a boyfriend I have fallen completely in love with...so would I consider moving back here now? My answers no! I'm happy there, happier than I ever was here!" he grins smugly, "but what about you? What if I did want to move back? Could you see yourself living in the rainy old English country side?" she teases him.

"Straight answer? If you were here, that's where I'd be. Alana, you are it, there is no one else for me. So, wherever you go, I go!" he pecks her lips, "Dean Winchester are you getting all sappy on me?" she teases him, he huffs, "it's just this trip, we have both shared secrets that have hurt us. I just think that's made this..us more connected!" She leans in pressing her lips to his.

Pulling away a little, Alana looks around when she looks back at Dean his eyes haven't left her, "you know Leona has a quiet cellar through the back!" she mischievously grins, "do you think anyone will miss us?"

She answers him by pulling him through the doors behind the bar when no one is looking, Dean pushes her against the solid door, claiming her lips. He hiked up her dress, pulling down her panties, "how long do you think we have?" he whispers against her lips, "not long, cowboy! So you better be quick!" She teases him.

He glides his fingers over her soaked pearl, "already wet for me, sweetheart!" He smirks against her lips as he unbuckles his belt springing himself free. He pushes into her core, she moans against his lips and he hisses as he takes her....

An hour later...

She pulls down her dress and starts to combs through her hair with her fingers, "do I look ok?" she quizzes him, he looks up, "you look like someone who just had great sex!" he teases her. "My hips definitely feel like it!" she smirks, "sweetheart, you gave me a work out that's for sure! C'mon lets get back before someone notices!"

She takes a deep breath, "let's go!" she pulls them out of the cellar and back into the bar, she saw Fifi on the dance floor with Isobel, she's smiling as they dance, "look at that! I guess she's made of strong stuff like her sister!" Dean kisses Alana on the cheek.

"Mr. Winchester, flattery will get you everywhere!" she winks, "what about the dance floor?!" he pulls her onto the dance floor as Mr. Brightside by The Killers plays out.

He spins her around the dance floor, this trip had been the making of them, but it also mended some bridges between Ronnie and her daughters....

Chapter 21 (coming soon)

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broodpeas · 11 months ago

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A List of Books I read.

Unlike years before, where I'd normally make a list of fave records or artists, this year I decided that I am no longer the 2012 version of me who was obsessed in never missing out new artists, albums and list that recommended best new music.

My apple music wrapped showed me that since 2016 my most listen song is the same (it's Cranes in the Sky by Solange, because A Seat at the Table is probably one of my favorite records of all times, so much so, it became the soundtrack of my masters thesis) and Beyoncé is still my favorite artist (has been since 2013). And because graduating from my masters gave me the break I needed to go back to reading stuff I care and like, I decided to simply write here the books I read this year. Some were good, some were really fucking good, and some were...well, they were books written by people with far more talent than I'll ever have, and thye got published.

In any case, the truth of the matter is that 2023 was the year of reading for me. I've been a Reader since I was a kid, but with academic work, for many years I didn't have the time or the energy to read what I really cared about- I had to write thesis and papers and essays and they all required I focused on reading what I needed to write those papers and essays and thesis. In addition to Academia, being depressed and having serious bouts of sadness and suicidal thoughts for many years -it hasn't stopped, although therapy has help a bit- also caused that for many years I could barely read things, and that includes many books I was suppose to read during college but didn't- not that I care much about this, but sometimes I do feel guilty about people reading Kant and me pretending I was and that I actually understood what that german hellman was writing about.

However, when I realized I could pick up books that I thought would give me comfort, joy, or simply piked my interest, then I decided I simply had to read, and since 2021, I've given myself the chance to do just that. It no longer matters to me if read a few pages, or read obsessively one book in a matter of hours, at the end, what matters to me, is to read (although when I read on my ipad I do have a 20 minute timer thingy and I do have a focus mode that doesn't allow any apps to interrupt my reading). This has allowed me to feel more comfortable with the fact I realized reading (like writing) is a political act. About 5/6 years ago I decided I would not read academic books unless it was strictly necessary, and if for research I needed to find bibliography, I would make sure I would have a diverse set of voices and not just white, western, cishet male writers. This didn't please most of my professors, especially the male ones, who consider most of my sources to be unrealiable because they weren't men. Some pointed out that as Colombian, I was suppose to choose only spanish writers, and when I did, they got upset because they weren't men. But, in the end, because I learnt that I couldn't sit down to wait for them to catch up to me, I forced my authors in, and I do not regret this decision. I owe the education I have to myself, and myself only. So, in the wise words of Snoop Dogg, I wanna thank me. This has made me a very good reader and an okay Academic.

I also decided that, if I was going to read fiction and non fiction, poetry and essays; then I had to think carefully what authors I wanted to read. Because I wasn't the audience male writers wanted: I am not a man, nor I am white, and as I currently struggle to label my gender, I realized I wanted to read the so-called outside of the canon, peripheral writers/voices/narratives/stories. That decision has proven to be difficult, because I have to constantly check not only what I'm reading but who I'm reading. At the same time, from time to time -especially this year, as this is the year I read many books-, I stop, check myself, and after I realize I'm not following my rules, I re-calibrate my reads and make sure I find my way back to the voices and stories I want to support, engage with, and care about.

Finally, someone on Mastodon pointed out the following questions, that made me realized my decision to read authours outside the so-called canon should be more thoughtful, more political. The questions I paraphrased here for the simple reason of leaving them here, in case anyone finds them: why aren't voices outisde the priviledge that narrate stories that white voices can narrate [from a place, with a voice, about whom and which contexts...]? If they do exist, why aren't those voices published? And if they are published, why aren't we reading them. "I believe it is important to question more who can become writers, who is published and what do we read".

Here's my list of books read in 2023*.

Books I bought because the cover was cute, interesting, or tumblr aesthetic inspired.

Las palabras que confiamos al viento, by Laura Imai Messina.

La clase de griego, by Han Kang.

Books I bought that I got because the title sounded interesting and they fucking were.

Milk fed, by Melissa Broder.

Today, Tonight Tomorrow, by Rachel Lynn Salomon.

Good Material, by Dolly Alderton.

The women of Troy, by Pat Barker.

Books I read and when I was done, I actually wanted to throw my ipad, my kindle or the book out the window.

Happy place, by Emily Henry.

A perfect vintage, by Chelsea Fagan.

The roughest draft, by Emily Wibberley and Agustin Siegmund-Broka.

Crazy Stupid Bromance, by Lyssa Kay Adams.

To Sir with love, by Lauren Layne.

Spare, by Prince Harry.

Plot twist, by Erin de la Rosa.

How to fake it in Hollywood, by Ava Wilder.

Next of Kin, by Hannah Bonam-Young.

Books I really didn't understand, but I know they were good.

La encomienda, by Margarita García Robayo.

History books I read that I wasn't sure why I got them, but they were okay (I guess).

Piratas: Una historia desde los vikingos hasta hoy, by Peter Lerh.

The Last million: Europe's displaced persons from World War II, by David Nasaw.

Imperial Twilight: The Opium War and the End of China's Last Golden Age, by Stephen R. Platt.

Non-fiction books that fucked me up (the good way).

How to read, by Elaine Castillo.

You Could Make this Place Beautiful, by Maggie Smith.

Seventeen, by Joe Gibson.

Against White Feminism: Notes on Disruption, by Rafia Zakaria.

Hijab Butch Blues, by Lamya H.

Romantic Comedies or simply Romance books that were a nice read but lacked a bit of complexity, although such fun read they still got my 4/5 stars on Goodreads and Apple Books.

Nora Goes Off Script, by Annabel Monaghan.

Romantic Comedy, Curtis Sttenfeld.

The Bride Test, by Helen Hoang.

The Heart Principle, by Helen Hoang.

Once more with Feeling, by Elissa Sussman.

The Fastest Way to Fall, by Denise Williams.

Weather Girl, by Rachel Lynn Solomon.

The Ex Talk, by Rachel Lynn Solomon.

Authors that wrote seriously great books and I don't think the 5 stars on Goodreads and Apple books was enough.

Matrix, by Lauren Groff.

Woman, Eating; by Claire Khoda.

Mucho Ado about Nada, by Uzma Jalalauddin.

Ayesha at Last, by Uzma Jalalauddin.

A Shot in the Dark, by Victoria Lee.

Hamnet, by Maggie O'Farrell.

Business or Pleasure, by Rachel Lynn Solomon.

You, Again; by Kate Goldbeck.

Hamnet, by Maggie O'Farrell.

Eligible: A Modern Retelling of Pride & Prejudice, by Curtis Sittenfeld.

For 2024, there's a really long list of pre-ordered books (some are essays, some are memoirs, some are romcoms). I also have a respectable list of books that I was suppose to read this year but I couldn't because I didn't want to, or I started it but I switch it and I'll get back to them. I don't know what next year will have in store for me- this year was so difficult, so painful, that has made me realized I still am in a crossroad whether I want to stay alive or not; but at least I had books, and I was able to find in the reading hours time to rest from my own feelings and thoughts. If 2024 is the year where something happens, I hope at least it has books. And maybe some more writing in this blog.

*Please keep in mind that some weren't published in the present year, and some others were readings I started in 2022 and only finished this year.

#pazcual__#books2023

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electricprincess96 · 5 months ago

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I know that the whole Gotham FYP on Tiktok is cute and just a bit of fun but it keeps touching upon a subject that absolutely ircks me to jo end so im gonna rant about it.

If you are wanting to act like you are an actual just normal Gotham citizen then you need to realise they probably don't even know Robin is real nevermind know how many there has been NEVERMIND being able to tell them all apart and/or knowing who they are now AFTER leaving the Robin mantle.

Your average Gothamite has never seen Robin, has probably barely seen Batman. They don't necessarily know there's been multiple Robins, if they even believe Robin exists in the first place. And even the people who DO know, like your regular goons who work for Two-Face or the Penguin who can tell from experience that Robin is real and can maybe tell its not the same kid who broke their arm 5 years ago most definitely WOULD NOT know that Nightwing and Red Hood had once been Robin.

This is such a pet peeve of mine when I see people trying to write or depict Gothamites. They forget that we as the readers obviously know so much more than they would and one thing some people just take for granted is that "well obviously there's be this many Robins and well obviously the first one became Nightwing" yeah no your average prostitute in Gotham WOULD NOT KNOW THAT.

What I liked about the Arkhamverse is if you listen to the goons a few times even they'll say they thought Robin was a myth or they don't know who Nightwing is. Hell some of them haven't even seen Batman before why would they have seen Robin or Nightwing.

I'm aware comics have done similar shit where they just have everyone in Gotham know that Robin exists and they seem to know how many there have been but that's cause DC hasn't had good writing in like 20+ years. Realistically a large number of regular Gothamites should at best only know of "Robin" and not be able to tell them apart or even been able to tell you that there's been more than one.

#dc comics blogging #batman comics blogging

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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There's some other things that we are doing here to make it better we need to be in charge and we don't have any control we're not in the police that much they only have anything there just to secondary measure and we are getting to it now

-there's a huge army of people that were confused last night and they were defeated in the northern states all over the world where the pseudo empire is and they were defeated at the 24.5 ring and do her hands or hats and it's up north they were defeated so badly that they called The reserve from as far away as Brazil effectively and Peru only a few but they left and went North from Florida is 20% of them from the aquifer that's not significantly stirred they left it's just like a small battle but it was a large amount of them it was huge they left in large numbers from the areas nearby Maine Vermont New Hampshire is a Foothills about 5 miles and that was instantly emptied earlier in the evening now so a couple years ago but it refilled and just keep refilling so it was instantly empty and he says gross he knows I'm protecting him but he doesn't want to fail got a little nervous and I see what you're saying if you don't hire for the military we don't have an opportunity to vet them properly and a whole bunch of people listening here. I didn't get angry or confused and I said that's kind of backwards of what I'm thinking so that's what fielers is out and see what was going on. I got this back I'm trying to hire them now so I'm spazzing out no and we heard that they were not listening as much as they should be and it's true no that's not it either so we got to the bottom of it and we know what it is and we have to go in town by town because afraid to join up.

-there's other things going on and the son and daughter say what do you think we're not going to use Force he has to use Force and we hope that works to help because it is a little ridiculous

-we have other things going on and they're very big but the bugs came out all the way down to Peru but up around New England the emptied out and they do move up into different ones and they still aren't leaving here up to about 25% and they're just bugs most of them and they're going to get eliminated and they went running up there and it cost a fight but they're going into the bunker systems and it's causing death they didn't find their way to the max bunker they found it the to the pseudo empire and they try to stop them and they can't.

-huge numbers is the people knew it was coming it's not true all the warlocks in combat died and one reason is zerg was killing them from behind and they didn't have a choice but to lose. Other things are happening and they're very big but this is a global phenomena these bugs are extremely dangerous they're deadly

-More is happening and it's going on now. And we are aware is there a few things happening at the same time he said then isn't that your friend punxsutawney Phil and I said oh yeah and it's a small one the other one's a ball he knows them both and say hello William says you squeeze me once and not bad he's being bad so he came up and said it I said I didn't exclusive that bad it's just had to show you what it's like so they got along and that's how it goes

-is what happening and there is more we have a red flag here the cops are saying stupid s*** about our kid again they were last week and several of them left and last night they're doing it again and several more left and body bags and they never came back and that's what happens. They're replaced by their own and causes infighting and they're fighting each other seriously and lost major battles last night when was against the pseudo empire and all locations at their bases and here and other places like this they have several where the pseudo empire trying to live there and they just keep invading

-there's a couple other things and it is funny because our son is saying he said in a few years ago and it just keep on coming in and taking regular people away and it was stuck with his idiots they're just sit there look at you like here in the mental hospital and it's not starting to happen and I couldn't stop it so they had to get hardware and it started working now see what they have to do

-and there's other things happening making miracles realizing why they had to do that and it's just getting weaponry and she's taking out tons of this morons. She's hiring a whole bunch of people and there are tons of them that came with their lawn mowers and she's making different models now but a lot of mini still and they still have a factories to convert and they're going to gangbusters and it's not enough room Tony Stark is making an electric car it has the high tech motor s*** every dangerous batteries which might explode and we're hoping guys don't get those but you can put a shield in it usually works and shield the side that's towards you make some good explosion though so that's a lift the car up a few feet usually titanium is what works and he's looking at that and a little shield for that car cost like $3,000 no it's only a few hundred bucks but his class is like $100 so just thinking of putting it in for now getting it going you probably should you can take it from his plant it has Shields and you can just cut them down if it's like two a car instead of one is sick of that too it's not making any cars right now so he's going to test the stuff out

-he's more like lost so many people as they're willing to go at it again and that's what they said but the bugs were emptied out of New England fully and the Carolinas about 20% of them left there but includes New York and they're going to refill and it's quite a sight and of course the bugs will be gone after this from half the planet come from all the way down south and go north and they'll be gone and we're going to occupy those areas.

-it's very effective now we have a consensus that these bad things worked they're very dangerous and going on right now our home projects here in Charlotte county in Florida there's tons of people renovating houses and we're moving into and trying to hold them and it's tough we are going all out trying to do this and we have problems we're also building apartments but we have areas we're doing that in and building up those areas I'm starting to make them pretty big but the reason we mention this is people are moving in from elsewhere in the filling in where thrse more luck are losing. In the same race and people just lower rank and it's process and I mostly generals and finally a few kernels it's not a good sign for them

-the clones were under assault all night and now they're under fierce assault and going up the Western route and it's the warlock will send you in a huge armies the max are not attacked yet and they say they have a system that bugs are attacking the bunkers of the pseudo empire in the northern hemisphere and they are devastating them. It is a horrific show of force by the bugs.

And we're going to print now

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naihexiang · 2 years ago

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// rant?? kind of

basically things have happened and i have thoughts lmao

not going to name what exactly has happened (tho if ur in the same kind of twitterspace i am you can probably guess) but...

really i think this is a symptom of a HUGE issue concerning ignorant activism and responses to that

people, usually kids/teenagers because no one's shown them any better, immediately dogpile anything they consider "problematic" instead of exploring the topic to understand it better before making any judgment in a total “shoot first, ask questions never” kind of way

this kind of knee-jerk reaction is really harmful, not just to who/whatever they're cancelling (especially if it’s undeserved), but also to themselves, because then all the grown-ass adults who should know better start shaming them for it when they could be explaining why that kind of outlook is wrong and thus preventing these kids from having more ignorant perspectives

i mean i'm not saying you shouldn't feel upset or annoyed about them, but literally when dealing with kids, when kids do some dumb shit it's either for attention or because they don't know any better

and i know you could say it's none of your business to educate them when their caretakers should be doing that, but are their caretakers online with them all the time???? are their teachers constantly keeping an eye on their social media to catch and correct them when they make mistakes????

i'm not saying you have to go into a super in-depth explanation, you can just say, "well, that take on this topic is actually kind of close-minded" and leave it at that

listen i am only 20, i didn't do a ton of introspection as a teenager (which was only like. 2 years ago) so i had a lot of stupid opinions on things too XDD i was 100000% one of those kids who cancelled first, did research never

it's only because there were a few adults online (and irl, kind of) whose opinions caused me to change my perspectives on things that i think the way i do now concerning “problematic” media/people, and let me tell you, none of these adults were the ones who were making fun of me for having dumbass opinions (usually, anyways)

idk i know it's too much to ask for to get adults to try and teach kids they know nothing about, especially kids with dumb takes, but whenever i see things like this happening, you know, kids having a dumb opinion and then adults making fun of them for it without explaining why, i just feel awful on those kids' behalves

and idk, responding to force with more force instead of redirection never ends well. if you push back against these kids, you’re probably just going to root them in place.

#posting on tumblr first bc i feel like if i put it on twt someone's going to cancel me #LISTEN.#SHAKES YOU #I AM JUST A DUMBASS 20 YEAR OLD WITH DUMBASS OPINIONS OKAY #LEAVE ME ALONE #if you don't agree that's okay!#just don't come after me for it??#eris' stuff #i am 20 i'm allowed to call teenagers 'kids'#XDD #hello fellow kids....

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years ago

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Baby Daddy

Summary: You are running out of time to have a kid of your own so you are assessing your options.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: fluff, limited fertility

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: hi, my loves! i’m going to try to start posting a little more cause i really miss it. i have a lot of unfinished wips stored up <3

Masterlist

You wanted to know. At least, you thought you wanted to know.

It was always a goal of yours to have kids someday so when your 30th birthday was coming up, you decided to have your gynecologist estimate how many eggs you have left.

“Y/N,” she came back into the room, sitting down in her stool, “I’m very sorry to tell you this but you have about one year of fertility left if you want to conceive.”

“A year?” you worried, “I was hoping to at least have three.”

“There’s IVF treatments with sperm donors if you want to go that route or if you don’t feel you’re ready for a child within this year, you could always adopt. I’ll get you some brochures, honey,” she patted your knee consolingly and stood.

You sighed, running your hands through your hair.

Here you were a month later flipping through a binder of possible donors at the clinic.

You knew the whole point was anonymity but looking at vague descriptions of nameless people who you couldn’t even judge their personality or see their face seemed wrong.

You were going to have to look elsewhere for some sperm.

“Here are the files you asked for, Hotch,” you plopped the manila folders down on his desk.

“Thank you, Y/L/N. Have a good night,” he replied.

“You too. Hey, quick question, do you have any history of hereditary illnesses in your family?” you asked.

Hotch looked up from his file with an amused look, “Um no?”

“Just curious,” you lied, “Want to be prepared in case I have to bring you to the hospital on a case.”

“The bureau has us fill out a pretty extensive medical history, Y/L/N. You won’t have to remember everyone on the team’s info,” Hotch informed you.

“Good to know,” you nodded with a thumbs up.

You already knew that but the thing was you didn’t have access to that confidential information. But, the less he knew, the better.

You opened your mini notebook and titled the first page ‘Hotch’, scribbling down your findings.

“Morgan,” you called out from your desk.

“Yes?” he answered.

“I have a fun little game for you to play,” you walked over to him

“Okay?” he responded, furrowing his brow as you set a piece of paper in front of him.

“Are these SAT questions?” Derek asked in disgust.

“You have 20 minutes to answer as many as you can as accurately as possible,” you stated.

“May I ask why I am doing this? And why you called this ‘fun’?” he groaned.

“No, you may not,” you smirked, hitting the timer button on your phone, “Go! Time’s ticking!”

Derek suddenly scrambled for a pencil, not backing down from the challenge due to his competitive nature.

“Can I do one too?” Spencer asked with wide eyes as you sat back down on your desk.

“I knew you would ask,” you smiled, handing him a copy of the same set of questions.

He looked like a kid on Christmas as he grabbed his pen and began writing. The questions were way too easy for him but it still gave his mind something to do.

A few minutes later, you heard a defeated sigh from Derek. You watched as he inched his chair closer and closer to Spencer who was diligently hunched over his paper.

“Hey!” Spencer covered his paper as he saw Derek peeking.

“Y/N! He’s cheating! Morgan is cheating!” Spencer raised his hand like he was back in school.

Derek rolled his eyes, returning to his desk, “Gee, kid. I can't believe you weren’t popular in high school.”

“Don’t listen to him, Spence,” you reassured him, “Finish up, you only have 5 minutes left.”

“Oh, I finished 11 minutes and 53 seconds ago,” Spencer stated.”

“Then, what are you writing?”

“An essay on how toxic standardized testing is and how it should not be viewed as a component for college applications,” he answered.

Your phone buzzed, alerting time was up.

“Give me your papers,” you announced.

Spencer eagerly handed his over but you had to snatch Derek’s from under his hands as he was trying to answer the last few questions.

You uncapped your red pen and began comparing their answers with the answer key.

“Alright, Morgan, you got a respectable 82%. A little higher than average,” you handed him back his corrected paper, “And to no one’s surprise, Spencer got 100% plus extra credit for his essay.”

Spencer smiled at the validation, especially coming from you.

“I could’ve written an essay!” Derek argued.

“Well, you didn’t,” Spencer stuck his tongue out.

“Why am I arguing about this? I’m going home,” Derek swung his jacket over his shoulder, “Night, guys.”

You and Spencer both wished him a good night.

You pulled out your notebook once again to record your new information.

“Are you leaving too?” Spencer came up from behind you with his satchel slung over his shoulder.

You slammed your journal shut, “Jesus, Spence. Don’t scare me like that.”

You saw Spencer eye the book for a second before returning his gaze to you.

“Um yeah I’m headed out,” you slipped the book into your purse and powered down your computer.

“Spence, I was thinking of going for a run this weekend. Do you wanna join?” you asked.

There’s nothing Spencer hates more than running but there’s nothing Spencer loves more than hanging out with you.

“Sure,” Spencer replied.

“Perfect,” you smiled, “Meet me at the park at 8 on Saturday. Breakfast after is on me.”

You were stretching out your legs when Spencer arrived.

“Remind me why we are doing this again?” Spencer grimaced as he pulled his sweatband over his curls.

“Because exercise releases endorphins, making you happy,” you retorted.

“The once a year physical exam is quite enough endorphins for me,” Spencer lined up with you at the starting line.

“And go!” you clicked your stopwatch.

Spencer groaned and took off running after you.

“Wow!” you clicked the stopwatch after Spencer crossed the finish line after his fourth and final lap, “9 minutes and 46 seconds. 23 seconds below your age group’s average mile. Color me impressed, Spence.”

Spencer collapsed onto the grass next to you, “I think I’m dying,” he heaved.

You opened your tote and clicked your pen, scribbling Spencer’s time under his section in your journal.

“What are you writing?” Spencer propped himself up on his elbows.

“Nothing,” you hummed, blocking his view of the journal.

Spencer dove on top of you, grabbing hold of the book.

“Spence!” you gripped it tighter to you, eventually losing it to Spencer’s grasp.

“Please don’t look, Spence. It’s embarrassing,” you pleaded.

“I have suspicions that you are writing about me so that gives me full authority to look,” Spencer smirked.

You see Spencer flip through the pages, furrowing his brow in confusion.

“What is this, Y/N?” he asked, “Hotch, has had a kid before. Morgan, very fit. Spencer, intelligent, very caring, sweet personality. Why is my name circled and starred?”

“Give it back,” you ripped the journal from his hands and got up, walking away.

You tossed the journal in the nearest trash can.

“Y/N, I’m still confused,” Spencer followed you, “Did I win a contest or something?”

“Yeah, you did, but probably not one that you wanted to win.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to decide that for myself,” he spoke.

You huffed, stopping. He really wasn’t going to let this go.

“I have a year of fertility left and you know how I really want kids so I was just…I don’t know, assessing my options?” you cringed.

“You want me to be the father of your kid?” Spencer asked.

“I mean, yes, you are ideal. You’re super smart, attractive, and have a great personality. I would love it if my kid inherited those traits from you,” you spoke softly.

“I’m flattered,” is the only thing Spencer could think to say.

He never considered he would have been chosen over guys like Hotch and Morgan.

“I wasn’t ever going to ask you though. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable like that. It was just something to get my mind off the probability that I’m never going to have a kid,” you admitted.

“I would, you know?” Spencer looked you right in the eyes.

“You don’t have to say that, Spence. I know it’s a really weird proposition,” you chuckled softly.

“I’m not just saying it to make you feel better. I seriously would,” Spencer reaffirmed.

“Like for real?” you glanced up at him.

“I mean yeah, why not? I want a kid too and I’m not getting any younger. But, I would want to be involved so if you’re just looking for a sperm donor, I’m not sure I’m the right choice.”

“I would be happy to coparent with you, Spencer Reid. You are prime baby daddy material,” you smiled.

“So we have a deal?” Spencer stuck his hand out with a grin.

You returned the handshake, “The team is gonna freak out.”

A/N: i know i haven’t written in forever so this taglist probably isn’t up to date. just let me know if you want me to remove you :)

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hellfirehaley · 2 years ago

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Strange Love Chapter Eleven

AN: Two chapters in one week? WHO IS SHE? She's highly motivated :D So i created a D&D character for this chapter and her name is pronounced like Agnes and Anita blended. Her tribe is the same tribe that Galadriel of LotR belongs to cause I'm a nerd. This chapter was so much fun to write because I love playing Dungeons and Dragons and getting to basically DM a chapter of my own was super thrilling and super stressful. I apologize in advance if it's bad or not well done but I hope you all like it. This chapter is dedicated to @mvnsoneddie86 for asking so kindly to see a D&D chapter so I hope I delivered. Please let me know if you like the series and if you'd like to be added to (or removed from) the taglist ;)

Your DND Cheat Sheet:

*DM stands for Dungeon Master

*Initiative basically means the order of who fights in what order and when it's on your character sheet, it gives you an advantage to add to your roll.

Word Count: 5443

October 20, 1985

It was a perfect autumn day : rainy enough that it created a perfect background noise, cool enough you needed a few extra layers. Classes were easy and lazy since it felt like everyone was falling into their seasonal slump, especially with the away football game being postponed due to inclimate weather. You, however, were on cloud nine while eating your lunch at your usual table but this time you were by yourself since Ali and Robin were working on their debate notes over women’s rights in the workplace. You were reading a Jackie Collins novel while listening to Prince’s Purple Rain album, minding your own business when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to the direction of the source and saw two welcome faces: Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson in a pair of matching Hellfire Club shirts. Dustin lived a few houses down from you ever since you moved to Hawkins so you would babysit the boys often over the years and had helped them with missions that may or may not have involved interdimensional monsters so needless to say, you would do anything for the little shits. Judging by the looks on their faces, they needed something. You paused Prince and removed your headphones.

“Hi boys, how are things?” you ask.

“Things are great,” Mike said quickly.

“Mike, stop lying. Shit’s horrible Y/N; we need your help. Lucas can’t come to Hellfire tonight because of some family obligation thing so we’re totally screwed and we’ve been asking everyone–”

“Not everyone Dustin,” Mike interrupted.

“Yeah we have! The geeks, the jocks, the drama kids, the band nerds, hell you even asked Nancy,” Dustin nearly yelled.

“Dustin, volume!” you say loudly in your Mom voice. He ducked his head at the sound of your tone.

“Sorry, it’s just we’re desperate and you played with us a few summers ago so I thought maybe you could help us out this once,” Dustin said. You pondered their ask heavily. You had played a couple of campaigns with them when Mike and Will would DM and you did pretty well. The kids would be more than happy to explain anything you didn’t understand and would be your biggest cheerleader when you did well with your rolling. But the thing is Eddie. You hadn’t told him you played yet and were keeping it closer to the chest for some reason but what better opportunity?

“Alright I’ll do it but I’ll have to run home to find my character sheets first thing after school,” you warn, “You also cannot tell Eddie that it’s me.”

“Yes! Agneta of Lothlorien is back!” Mike yelled.

“Thank God! You’re really saving our asses from getting chewed out by Eddie again,” Dustin said.

“Anytime boys. Just tell him you guys have the substitute handled and leave it at that. Now can I return to my lunch since I won’t get a real break today?” you ask sweetly.

“Yeah of course. See you later this afternoon Y/N!” Dustin yelled as they walked away triumphantly to the Hellfire table across the cafeteria. You returned your headphones over your head and pressed play on the cassette player, enjoying the rest of your pizza in peace. The bell rang once you got to the beginning of Darling Nikki so you paused it again, gathered your stuff and headed to your locker. You got to your locker and spun in your combination, a note immediately falling out of it when you opened it. You looked around to find the culprit but were unsuccessful so you opened it.

Wanna ditch 6th period and get stoned? Meet me in the woods after ^Eddie^

You laughed at his little demon drawing and made a change of plans as you grabbed your camera and put away all your books. You closed your locker and went to fifth period with your mind going all around Eddie. When the bell rang to release you to sixth period, you made a beeline to get out of there. You were giddy and excited to see your best friend/crush for the first time that day. You made a quick stop at your locker to grab your Walkman and put away your bag before closing it and making your way towards the football field, Darling Nikki playing through the headphones. The rain had stopped but the skies were still perfectly dreary. It took the entire song to get to your secret spot: an abandoned picnic bench in the middle of the woods behind Hawkins High. You got closer and could tell Eddie was there already by the smell of the burning marijuana coming from the area you were walking towards. You laughed to yourself at the thought of him sitting there getting impatient waiting on you. You caught sight of Eddie dancing around the bench with the joint in his mouth and he looked so hot in his Hellfire shirt like a leader of his pack, maybe a Danny Zuko in another universe or time period. You made your way to the opening and a twig snap alerted Eddie to your arrival. He looked up surprised but his body language softened at the sight of you.

“Hey Y/N. How was class?” Eddie asked as you walked up and put your camera and Walkman on the table of the bench.

“Class was alright. I was able to cruise through thanks to the weather so thankfully it’s been an easy day. How’s your day going?” you ask.

“It’s going alright. I decided to skip shop class earlier to work on the campaign a little more,” Eddie admitted.

“Oh yeah it’s Hellfire Night. So what’s on the agenda for tonight?” you ask innocently.

“The boys are gonna be fighting a pack of kobolds tonight if they can pull through with this goddamn substitute,” Eddie said frustratedly as he took another hit off his joint. It took everything in you not to laugh or blurt something out about tonight.

“”Oh, have some faith in them; they always pull through,” you offer.

“You’re probably right. I just hate playing a player short,” Eddie admitted as he passed you the joint.

“Would it help if I promised that things will work out in the end?” you ask as you take a hit off the joint.

“A little yeah because I know you won’t lie to me,” Eddie said.

“That’s absolutely right,” you say as you exhale your hit and take another before passing it.

“So they’re currently at this village called Makbar and they have to find a pack of kobolds who moved into a local cave and need to be evacuated,” Eddie explained as he took a hit.

“So they need to fight the pack in order to move on to the next quest,” you state, following what he’s saying.

“Exactly.” he says. Easy Peasy, you thought to yourself.

“Sounds fun. Maybe I’ll guest someday once I learn more about it,” you say.

“You can ask me anything and I’ll help you out along the way. There are no stupid questions in this game,” he says as he passes you the joint.

“I’ll keep that in mind. So your job is just to keep game play going on and play for the bad guys?” you ask as you hit the joint.

“Yeah pretty much. This one time, I wrote a plotline that was more complex than I originally intended and I ended up having to play out 3 bad guys and like a few dozen goons on top of wrangling the group. It was hectic and exhausting.” Eddie said with a laugh. You were hung on every word he said and the more he talked about his hobby, the more mesmerized you were by the boy.

“So what are your plans for tonight since I know tonight is your self care night or whatever,” Eddie said as he watched you inhale.

“Probably just do my nails and hang out with Norm. Maybe I’ll finish the book I was reading at lunch,: you say thoughtfully.

“Sounds like a very You night. Could I stop by after Hellfire to smoke you up?” Eddie asks.

“Sure I’d love that Eddie,” you say as you finish the joint.

“I’ll be there by around 9:30.” Eddie said.

“So what time does Hellfire Club usually start? I never see you immediately after O’Donnell’s on Fridays so is it like immediately after school or do you just go set up first?” you ask curiously.

“We usually start around 3:30 or 4,” Eddie says “I usually take awhile to set up so it depends on the day.”

You smile at him. “So are you feeling better about tonight?” you ask.

“A little, yeah thank you. It felt like I was being anxious about nothing and when I get anxious, I get a little fidgety and angry,” he states.

“And that’s okay. Everyone’s response to stress is always different. Mine is to shut down and hide so I can cry and disassociate,” you say as he laughs.

“Thanks for the warning,” he says.

“You’re welcome. Alright Eddie, if I’m gonna be ditching class, I think I’m gonna beat the traffic and head home. I gotta run Norm and I was gonna try to clean the house for when Mom gets home,” you say as you get up and walk over to him.

“Okay Y/N sounds like a plan. I’ll be over after D&D,” he says, offering his open arms for a hug which you gladly accept. You wrap your arms around his back and he immediately pulls you as close as possible. You take a deep breath, relaxing in the embrace. He always feels so safe.

“Tonight is gonna be okay, Eds. Don’t stress yourself out over it. It’ll all work out,” you say as you pull away enough to look in his eyes.

“You’re sure?” Eddie asks, his eyes revealing a small amount of anxiety.

“Positive. Pinky promise?” you say offering your ringed left pinky as he takes it in his right pinky.

“Alright now get outta here. Norm is waiting on you,” Eddie said, letting go of you. You smiled at him and let go of him to go grab your camera.

“Hey do The Thing!” you say as you hold your camera up to take his photo. He flicks his tongue out of his mouth and makes Devil’s horn with his hands. You snap the photo with a wide smile and lower the camera, getting your Walkman ready.

“I’lll see you tonight Y/N” Eddie yelled before you put on your headphones, the sounds of When Doves Cry starting as you walked away.

“Sooner than you think,” you muttered to yourself as you continued down the path towards the exit. You get out of the forest and immediately start towards your car at a quick pace. You had a lot to do in a short amount of time. It took mere minutes to get to the library entrance where you parked at and unlocked your car, getting in. You take off your headphones and pause the album. You start the car and are flooded with the sounds of a-Ha’s Take on Me. You smiled and reversed out of the parking spot and took off towards home. As you drove, you drummed along to the song having absolutely no worries.

“Take on meeeee, take meeeee onnnn. I’lllll beeee gooonee in a day or twooooooo” you sang as you made it towards your house. You were a little nervous to play again after so long but you were more focused on the look on Eddie’s face when he sees you’re the sub. Would he be mad? Would he play it cool? Would he be happy? Would he be excited? Your mind raced with possible scenarios as you finished the drive home. Once there, you parked and sprinted to the door, unlocking it. The happy boy Norm was excited to see you as he raced up the stairs with you, hopping on your bed.

“Sorry boy, no walk today. I’ve gotta do stuff,” you say as you go to the bookshelf, looking for your purple folder. You grab it and double check the contents, satisfied to have your character sheets in it. You put it on the desk and change into a pair of acid wash jeans with rips in the knees, a Van Halen shirt and your favorite Vans. You grab a hair tie, your folder and a pencil before heading back down the stairs. You double check Norm’s food, which is still half full, so you decide to leave it and replenish it when you get home. You go to the door and grab your keys again, leaving as quickly as you arrived.

When you arrived back at the school, everyone was leaving or already gone so you parked in your usual library spot and shut off the car. It was still a gloomy day outside so you guessed that everyone was heading out to whatever party was tonight. You got out of your car and saw Mike and Dustin waiting out front for you. You smiled at them as you walked up.

“Hey guys. Are you ready for this?” you ask.

“Hell yeah! Thanks for doing this Y/N. You’re really saving us from Eddie’s wrath,” Dustin says.

“Oh it can’t be that bad Dustybuns.” you say.

“No he’s right Eddie would have been pissed at us if you hadn't said yes,” Mike agreed.

“Well it’s not like I was doing anything tonight so I’m more than happy to help. Shall we?” you ask as they nod and lead the way towards the drama storage room. You were still nervous but it was more of an anxious nervous. When you walked down the hall, you had a sudden wave of confident wash over you and you started to strut a bit. Why were you scared about your best friend finding out something about you? If anything, it would make you closer. You could hear Eddie laughing with some of the group already. You opened the doors for them to go first.

“Wheeler! Henderson! I see you’re brave enough to show your faces. You better have delivered on a sub,” Eddie said in a dramatized deep voice.

“Oh we have a sub alright,” Dustin said as you walked in behind them. The doors closed behind you as the group looked at you, shocked.

“Guys this is our old friend–”

“Y/N!” The guys said in unison at the same time.

“Hey guys. Nice to see you all again,” you say with a smile.

“This is the sub?” Eddie said, still shocked to see you.

“Yep. She played a few campaigns with us over the years. We vouch for her.” Mike said. You smiled at the boys as it warmed your heart to hear them fighting for you. You look from them to Eddie and he looked so different from the Eddie you had seen mere hours ago. This Eddie was looking at you like you were another person. The look he was giving you was a mix of arousal, impression and contemplation. Being under his gaze causes you to bite your lip.

“So what’s your class traitor? Level one human with a bard background?” Eddie joked as his friend laughed, appeasing their Dungeon Master.

“Actually, Edward, my name is Agneta of Lothlorien. I’m a level 15 Half-Elf Cleric. I’m a healer but don’t you dare underestimate me again or I’ll fuck you up with my poisoned daggers,” you say in a stern voice causing them to stop laughing and look at you in shock as Eddie left his throne and walked towards you. You stayed in your spot, holding your ground as he got to you with a sexy smirk.

“So is that why you were so interested in the campaign earlier,” Eddie whispered, just loud enough for you two to hear.

“No, Eddie. I care about you and your interests, you ass. Plus maybe I wanted to see one of your cute little campaigns Eds,” you say with a wink and a bite of your lip. You could see Eddie’s demeanor change: he’s challenged and he’s turned out, quite the deadly combination for a Dungeon Master. He offers his hand with that same damn smirk.

“Welcome to Hellfire Club” he said with a wicked smile and you took his hand, shaking it before dropping it and going to the empty seat between Mike and Dustin. Eddie took his seat in his throne and got right into it. He summed up the adventure the boys had last time and you had met them in a tavern, offering them services to help the town of Makbar. They accept your help and you six head into a forest where all of a sudden, the pack of kobolds spots you closing in on their cave.

“So we have to kill them in order to complete our quest” Dustin says to you while Gareth is taking his turn.

“Sounds good. Any idea of a plan?” you ask

“Not a single clue,” Dustin says.

“ROLL INITIATIVE!” Eddie yelled as you all groaned in unison, some swearing as they grab their D20s and roll.

“14” Gareth says.

“19” Grant said.

“12” Jeff seid.

“16” Mike sighed.

“11” Dustin yelled “Son of a bitch”

“8” you say with a laugh. Of course THIS is where the dice would betray me, you think to yourself.

“That’s good though because we can all fight then on your turn, give us all the heals,” Mike said to you as Eddie rolled for the monsters. You took a look at Eddie and enjoyed seeing him focused on one of his favorite things. He almost had a dark glow to him.

“Alright, Grant you first. What are you gonna do?” Eddie asks.

“I’m gonna use my 30ft of movement and run as fast as I can towards the kobolds with my sword drawn,” Grant says. By the time it was your turn, everyone had taken 10 of Armor damage and a few extra hits.

“So Agneta, it’s your turn. What would you like to do m’lady?” Eddie asked, relaxing in his throne as he watched you go through your spells.

“I’m gonna cast Heal at level four and give everyone some energy” you say.

“You’re not gonna attack?” Eddie asks.

“Oh I can Dungeon Master? I thought it was one thing per action,” you say.

“I’ll let you get a swing in,” Eddie offered.

“Alright, how close is the nearest one to me?” You ask, standing as you analyze the board.

“Bout 25 feet,” Eddie says.

“I’ll loose 3 arrows at it,” you say as you start to roll out your attacks “That’s a Nat 20, a–”

“Don’t forget your modifier!” Dustin whispered.

“That’s a 22, an 18 and an 8” you say confidently.

“The 22 and the 18 hit so roll your damage.” Eddie says, writing down numbers behind his screen.

“That’ll be 10 damage” you say.

“Nicely done Agneta!” Dustin says.

The game went on like this for hours, you healing them as the battle wore on and getting a few hits in. It got down to the last kobold and you had taken out one of its wings thanks to a well shot arrow so it couldn’t fly away. Everyone was getting their hits in and you were doing your best to heal.

“Y/N take a Wisdom saving throw” Eddie says.

“Why?” you ask confused.

“Because the monster's attention turned towards you,” you roll an 18 and add your wisdom modifier.

“21,” you announce.

“You’re safe for now. But what are you gonna do since it is your turn?” Eddie asks.

“I’m gonna run a blade through the fucker’s head,” you say as they all cackle; Eddie’s more sadistic. You roll the dice and watch as it rolls across the board, gaining momentum. You all watch as it finally lands, a 20 facing up.

“CRIT HIT!” you yell.

“Holy shit she did it!” Gareth yelled.

“We did it!” Mike yelled, hugging Dustin.

“QUIET! M’lady how would you like to kill it?” Eddie asks as the cheering ends and all eyes are on you.

“If I may, I’d like to borrow Gareth the Great’s longsword and kill it that way?” you ask, looking between Eddie and Gareth.

“Oh go for it,” Gareth said.

“Alright so Agneta of Lothlorien walks up to Gareth the Great, grabbing his offered longsword and runs up to the remaining creature , like a Valkyrie leaping into battle with a mighty roar, she drives the sword into the kobolds head, this clearing out the cave to completion. Because of your party’s bravery, she offers you solace for the night at the King’s Castle for he will have a mission for you on the next session,” Eddie concludes with a clap as everyone congratulates each other and chats excitedly.

“Thanks Y/N! You were really awesome tonight!” Mike said as he patted your shoulder, too cool to hug you in front of his new older friends.

“You’re welcome. I honestly forgot how fun it was so thanks for asking me. Do either of you need a ride home since I’m feeling generous?” you ask as you pack up your papers.

“Only if we get those diner fries we used to get when you’d babysit,” Dustin counters.

“Okay fine. I could go for some fries after a long night’s battle,” you say as they cheer.

“Hey Y/N. Come here for a second?” Eddie asks as his friends clear out.

“Go ahead and start the car. Just start it; I swear to God if you so much as move it an inch, I’m borrowing Gareth’s sword and slaying you next,” you threaten as you give Dustin the keys and they nod, running out of the room quickly.

“You did great tonight Y/N. I had no idea you played,” Eddie said as you walked towards him.

“It was only a few campaigns but I guess I did play enough to get to level 15 so…” you say with a laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asked.

“I wanted to surprise you and I was gonna tell you eventually but then the boys asked me at lunch to sub and I knew if they didn’t get one, you’d be stuck one man down so I offered my services. Besides, it was the best Friday night I’ve had in a while,” you say.

“Yeah? Are you thinking about joining my club?” Eddie asked excitedly.

“Only if you make me one of those cool Hellfire shirts,” you counter.

“Deal. Now get out of here; you’ve got children waiting for you.” Eddie says

“No, let me help you clean up as a thank you for letting me play tonight,” you say as you start to put the miniatures in a box.

“Five minutes then you gotta take the kids home,” Eddie says sternly. You nod in agreement as you work in a comfortable conversation, gushing about the campaign.

“For the record, I wasn’t going easy on you. I treat all players the same,” Eddie says.

“Thank you Eddie, I really do appreciate that,” you say genuinely.

“Here, this is good enough for a clean up job. Let’s get out of here,” Eddie said, grabbing his DM stuff and putting it in a black backpack with one strap broken.

“If you say so. Are you still coming over after I drop the kids off?” you ask.

“Of course,” Eddie said as he picked up his backpack.

“Give me like 30 minutes to get home since I promised them food and Mike lives further from me than Dustin does.” you note.

“Alright Princess, sounds good: Eddie says before laughing.

“What’s so funny?” you ask

“My princess slayed a dragon tonight. You see the irony right?” Eddie asked as you walked down the halls and you couldn’t fight the smile on your face when he said My Princess. Like you were his for a moment. You wanted to live in that moment forever.

“Hmm…I guess I did, didn't I? You say coyly as you walk outside. You didn’t see any cars out there except your car and Eddie’s van a ways away. But you could hear the boys jamming out in your car to Starship and you laughed.

“They’re good kids,” Eddie says watching them jam out in your car as you got closer.

“Yeah they really are,” you say, “They’re little shits but they try to do the right things and that’s what really matters.”

“That checks out,” Eddie says as you get to the tail end of your car.

“So I'll see you soon. Please drive safely.” Eddie says as he grabs your hand.

“Always especially with Wheeler’s back seat driving,” you say, squeezing his hand.

“I’ll be at your house as soon as I run this stuff to my trailer,” Eddie says as he hugs you goodbye. It felt just like it did earlier that day and you welcomed the sensation again. You hugged for a bit before pulling away and going to the car door, opening it and receiving wolf whistles in exchange from the children.

“Shut it!” you yell in the car as you wave bye to Eddie, who laughed and returned your wave as he headed to his van. You closed the door and looked over, seeing the boys already staring at you.

“What?” you ask.

“What’s up with you and Eddie?” Mike asks, looking at you weird.

“What do you mean? We’re–”

“Nope. Don’t say friends because I’ve seen Eddie with friends and that’s not it,” Dustin says.

“He’s my best friend guys. So what if we hug and hold hands? He helped me through a really rough patch this month and he wanted to hang out tonight anyways,” you say.

“How often do you hang out?” Dustin asks.

“Like every other day when he’s not at Hellfire or Corroded Coffin practice.” you say.

“Face it Y/N: he’s into you,” Mike said from the back seat as you reversed and pulled forward, starting towards the Daylight Diner.

“He’s not,” you say.

“Do you not like him cause it’s obvious you do. He’s over every other day by the way,” Dustin announces to Mike in the back. You look over at him sternly. “I have eyes Y/N and I know what his van looks like. Guys don’t just spend all their time with a girl unless they are into them,” Dustin says.

“Then what do I do, oh wise ones?” you sass as the song changes to one you don’t know.

“Ask him out. Tell him how you feel,” Dustin says.

“Anything so we all don’t have to suffer through whatever is going on here,,” Mike said.

“Okay do we not remember how you ditched everyone for El last summer or–” you say as Dustin laughs loudly.

“BUSTED!” He says.

“That’s–”

“Different? No it’s not. It took you two years to admit you liked her so you don’t get to talk anymore bud,” you say with a laugh. You put in your tape to kill the awkward silence, the sound of the Ramones filling the car. You sang along to Blitzkrieg Bop with the boys and it changed to a more poppy punk song.

“Hey little girl I wanna be your boyfriend, sweet little girl I wanna be your boyfriend. Do you love me babe? What do you say? Do you love me babe? What can I say?” you sang as you pulled up to the diner. You parked and all got out. You opened the diner door for them and headed straight for the diner.

“Hi sweeties. What can I get for you?” the waitress asked.

“Can I get 4 orders of fries and 3 cokes?” you say, fishing out some money and handing it to her. “No change, the rest is yours.”

“Thank you honey. I should have that in a few minutes,” the waitress said as she walked away.

“So what do we do if we find out Eddie does like you?” Dustin asks.

“Then you keep it to yourself. We’re big kids who can figure it out on our own.” you say,

“Yeah that’s not gonna happen,” Mike said.

“Which part?” you ask.

“The ‘You’ll Figure it out on your own’ part. You saw what happened with Steve and Ali” Mike said.

“Okay that’s true but how would I go about doing that? Girls don’t ask out guys.” you say.

“Write him a letter telling him how you feel.” Dustin recommends. You look at him for a moment before the waitress returns with your food. You grabbed it and got up.

“I’ll figure it out guys I promise. Now let’s get you home so I can finally relax.” you say.

“And see Eddieeeeee,” the boys tease as they run to try and get shotgun.

By the time you got home, Eddie hadn’t arrived yet so you changed into a pair of pajama pants and put your hair up out of your face. Soon enough, you heard a van pull up outside playing loud rock music, signaling Eddie’s arrival. You had left the door unlocked so moments later, you heard it open and close, Norm barking once or twice in excitement.

“Hey buddy. Where’s your mama?” Eddie asked as he pet the dog.

“I’m upstairs, come on up.” you yell from your room opening the window to help air out the room from the incense and the smoking you were about to do. You heard Eddie bounding up the stairs.

“Hey you! Get the kids home safe?” he asked as he entered the room, sitting on the bed.

“Yep. We stopped at the diner so one of those fries is yours actually,” you offer as you light the candles.

“I will inhale those after I roll these joints,” Eddie says as he grabs the book from your nightstand and his black lunch pail.

“So what’s the plan for Halloween next week?” you ask as you walk over to the bed.

“I was gonna stop by the parties and try to make a little extra cash then see what you were doing.”” Eddie says, grabbing his weed and papers.

“I was gonna dress up and maybe see what Ali and Robin were gonna do. Probably best if I avoid parties for now.” you admit.

“A wise decision. Wanna have a movie night?” Eddie offers.

“Only if we get to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’ll let you rent whatever bullshit horror movie you want but you’re watching it with me,” you say.

“Okay deal.” Eddie says as he’s rolling the first joint. You wait for him to finish both joints as he hands you one of them and puts the other one in his mouth. You offer him a lighter after lighting yours, inhaling a decent sized hit. He lights his and inhales, holding it for a moment as you both exhale.

“What are you gonna dress up as?” Eddie asks.

“I’m gonna be Columbia from Rocky Horror. The redhead in the shorts from the movie.” you say with a smile. “What are you gonna be?”

“It’s a surprise, '' Eddie said with a wicked smile.

“Okay I won’t ask any more questions,” you laugh.

“Good because I won’t answer them,” Eddie said, taking a hit.

“Did you hear about Metallica coming to Indianapolis in January,” you ask excitedly.

“What? NO! Are you trying to go?” Eddie asked excitedly.

“Oh absolutely. I’ve already started to save for a pair of tickets for us,” you say.

“I can pay my way Y/N. Don’t worry about me,” he says, patting your thigh but leaving his hand there.

“Okay well we better buy them before Thanksgiving,” you note as you take a hit.

“We will don’t worry!” Eddie says. You enjoy the moment of silence while you two smoke your joints just relishing in each other’s company. It was one of the rare relaxing moments in both of your lives and you both looked forward to it. You finished your joints and put them in the ashtray by your bed.

“I should get outta here. I gotta be up early so I can cook Wayne breakfast tomorrow morning since he’s been working a lot lately,” Eddie said, getting up off the bed.

“Let me walk you out so I can lock the front door behind you,” you said, getting up as well, “That’s really sweet that you’re cooking for your uncle. I should probably do the same thing tomorrow since he’s coming over tomorrow.”

“Yeah? What are you guys getting up to tomorrow?” Eddie asks as he walks down the stairs.

“College applications. He’s coming over to help my mom and I weigh options.” you say.

“You sound thrilled,” Eddie says sarcastically.

“Don’t I?” you say equally as sarcastic as you open the door.

“See you on Monday then?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah I’ll see you on Monday Eddie,” you say, hugging him.

“Sleep tight princess,” he says in your ear before pulling away with a smile and closing the door. You lock the door and go back upstairs to lay down, the events of the day running through your head as you fall asleep.

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huntingforsatisfaction · 3 years ago

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Pink Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester X younger sibling reader(not in an incest way)

Summary: Dean is there to help his younger sibling after they have a nightmare

Words: 2211

Warnings: fairly angsty, but still very very fluffy, a detailed nightmare, mentions of John Winchester’s parenting style, bad writing?, like one cuss word, a tiny tiny bit of gore

Note about characters: in the present scenes the reader is 16 and in the flashbacks they’re 6 and the reader and Dean have like a 13/14 year age gap so he’s like 19/20 in the flashbacks, there isn’t any gendered terms for the reader so it’s neutral(unless you count hair being braided as a gendered term, but boys can have braided hair cause gender isn’t real), and finally this takes place in season 5

Dean woke up, not for any purpose, just one of those weird moments where you randomly wake up in the middle of the night. He shook his head and began fluffing his pillow, stopping when he heard soft crying.

“(Y/N)?” He softly called out.

You were laying with your back facing out and your face squished into the musty cushions of the small motel room couch, a failed attempt at muffling your cries.

“Y-Yeah Dean? Something wrong?” You tried to play it off.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing. Were you crying?”

When you guys first got your room Dean cursed the streetlight right outside the window, but now he watched how it illuminated you as you dropped your head down.

“Nightmare?”

You looked up and made eye contact before slowly nodding a yes.

“Think you’re gonna be able to go back to sleep?”

You dropped your gaze again as your face screwed up and you could feel new tears form on your lash line.

“No.” You softly croaked out, barely audible over Sam’s snores.

~Flashback~

You couldn’t breathe, too focused on staying quiet to risk opening your mouth. Once the sting in your eyes and the back of your throat calmed down you went back to sleep.

“Sammy?”

You screamed out running through an old grey house.

“No no no please no!” You heard him scream somewhere you couldn’t find.

“Sammy!” You huffed before taking off running down the hall you came from.

As you ran around the house you felt small and helpless, like when you got separated from your brothers in the corn maze at the pumpkin patch in Iowa, the one Dean took you to without your dad knowing.

“Dean?” You desperately called for your brother as your feet pounded against the floor.

Completely unaware of your surroundings you ran, the only thing on your mind was finding your brother. Not paying attention to your surroundings you tripped, your heart raced knowing how your dad always got on you for that. You got up and looked down to see what sent you flying to the cracked floorboards.

“Dean!” You screamed

You woke up again, heart pounding in your head and toes. You stopped gasping for air when you felt your dad roll over next to you, holding it in again to stay quiet. Collecting your moose and your blanket, the one you got in Oregon when you were 3 and have refused to sleep without ever since, you slipped off of the bed as silently as possible. Your dad and Dean were fumigating a house in a fancy neighborhood so the only hotel available was a little nicer than your usual moldy motels. The vinyl floorboards stayed quiet as you snuck over to the door that joined your brothers’ room to you and your dad’s. You glanced at your brothers sleeping in their beds before moving their jackets off of the chair that sat in the corner. Dropping your blanket on the floor you traded it for the two flannels that were under their jackets and curled up into the chair. Once you were comfortable you finally let the tears flow, crying softly at first and burying your face into Mort the moose as your chest heaved more and more with the weight of your cries.

“(Y/N)?” You heard Dean call out in confusion as he shut the drawer of his nightstand.

“S-sorry for waking you up.” You tossed off the flannels and picked up your blanket, heading back to your proper room.

“No, no, hey, hey, come here.” Dean moved over in his bed and opened his arms, lightly flicking his wrist to call you over to him.

You gingerly padded over to his bed and with a little effort jumped up.

“I’m gonna guess it wasn’t growing pains that woke you up.” Dean chuckled.

“Ok, I’m sorry, bad timing. Now come on peanut, stop giving me that face and come in closer.” He said shifting so he could comfortably open up his arms for you.

You still continued to pout, but scooted into his embrace until your body felt lighter.

“Sorry.” You quietly mumbled, it came out kind of funny because of how your cheek was squished against your brother’s chest.

Dean pulled back and nudged your chin up, signaling you to make eye contact with him before resting his hand on your shoulder. His comforting softness melted away as he turned dead serious.

“Listen to me, do not ever and I mean ever apologize to someone because you’re upset. Ok?” He searched your eyes waiting for an answer, which you gave him with a nod.

“Now tell me why someone broke into my room and stole my favorite flannel.” And just like that Dean pulled you back into him and your softy of a brother was back.

“Dad yells at me when I don’t sleep and when I cry and when I ask him questions, so I came in here to cry” Even your big brother’s arms couldn’t shield you from the sadness that entered your body.

“Well I’m not dad, neither is Mort the moose, and neither is Sammy.” Dean started.

“Sammy snores now, he’s old.” You shot Sam a dirty look even though he was dead asleep.

“Yeah Sammy is old now, he drools too.” Dean joined you in giving his younger brother the stink eye. “Now tell me, what has my peanut so upset?”

“Nightmare.”

“Nightmare? Do you wanna talk about it?” Dean began playing with your hair as he awaited your response.

Staring up at your older brother’s face you thought about it.

“No.” You wanted to say what happened, to get it out of your mind, but you didn’t want to tell him about how you saw his still body covered in blood with his stomach in shreds.

“No? That’s okay.”

You guys sat quietly listening to the traffic outside and Sam’s snores. After a while Dean assumed you had fallen asleep, but just as he shut his own eyes your little voice stirred him.

“D?”

“Mm, yeah (Y/N)?’

“Are monsters real?”

~Present~

Dean watched you hang your head again before scooting to the side and opening up his covers.

“Wanna talk about it kid?”

Even in your sad and scared state a genuine smile broke out across your face, it was small, but still genuine. Without responding to your brother you kicked off the soft blanket that you had fought Sam for and walked over to Dean’s bed. Since motel beds are always oddly tall you had to do a little jump to get onto it, shooting a quick glare at Dean for being clearly amused at your struggle. Tentatively Dean opened up his arms to you and you awkwardly shuffled in until your head hit his shoulder and you instantly melted. The both of you sat there without a word, wondering what the other was thinking, unaware that you were both thinking the same thing. You thought about how long it had been since you two laid like this, both of you becoming aware of how long it had really been since you showed each other affection and comfort, and how after all of these years you two felt so natural. Neither of you took into account how the other’s muscles softened, how the past few years of Azazel, the door to Hell, your dad’s death, Sam’s death, Dean’s death, demons, vampires, and vengeful spirits all released from your guys’ bodies. For the first time in months neither of you cared about Lucifer or Michael or any other dick with wings.

“Hey Dean.” You finally broke the near silence.

“Yeah?” Your ear being pressed to Dean’s chest made his voice sound deeper and you could feel his jaw move against the top of your head.

“Do you remember when I was super young and we were staying at that nice hotel in Seattle and I had that really bad nightmare?” You slipped the comforter under your brother’s arm so you could fidget with it.

“Yeah I do actually, but how the hell do you remember it? You were like what, six? So that means it was ten whole years ago.”

“I don’t think I would remember it if it wasn’t the start of the recurring nightmare I always have.” The first part was a lie. That night had been the first time you ever truly felt like you had a family, the first time you had felt comfort in your life. You could never forget that.

“Oh.” Dean began to play with your hair, taking three small pieces and trying to see if he could still remember how to braid, something he learned because you hated how John would always cut your hair.

“This dream,” you started, “it’s bad. It’s always the same house, this weird grey one with cracked floors and for some reason the walls are cement. It’s weird. But in the dream I can never find my way, it’s like a labyrinth and every time I get more and more lost the hallways get darker and darker. It always starts with me screaming for Sammy and he doesn’t respond, but I can hear him. I can hear him.”, Your voice begins to break, “I can hear him screaming no over and over again, like he’s getting attacked and then when I call out for him again he’s silent. So I’ll start running to find him, I guess I’ve always had a hunter's instinct. Then when I’m running around I trip and every time I trip I always get this feeling of fear about dad yelling at me for always being clumsy. But then when I. '' You stop, dropping your head and gaze so far down that all you can see is your own chest. Dean drops the chunk of hair he was twisting in his fingers and looks down at you.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, lightly squeezing your arm to ground you, something he always does when you’re upset.

His encouragement only made things worse as tears began to fall again. Closing your eyes you take a quick deep breath.

“When I look down to see what I tripped over it’s you. You’re dead. Bloody with your stomach all ripped up, I never see the monster, but it must be something with claws. Then it just ends there. Tonight was kind of different though. Our ages are always different in the dream. Sammy’s voice always sounds like it did when he was 16 so I don’t think he changes, but sometimes I’m a kid and you’re a teenager like when I first had it or we’re both teenagers or we’re the ages we are now or sometimes I’m a kid and you’re an adult. But tonight, tonight I was 16 like I am now and you were a little kid.”

~Flashback~

Dean didn’t know what to do, he felt like the deer that stopped in the headlights and actually got hit. He’d been through this before with Sam, but he had been older and wasn’t already upset when they had the conversation. He had felt guilty every time he lied to Sam about monsters and didn’t want to give you that same false hope, but he resented his dad for teaching him about monsters when he was this young.

“I’m not sure of anything, (Y/N).” It technically wasn’t a lie, while Dean was sure that monsters existed he wasn’t sure of what to tell you.

“Well actually no, I am sure of one thing. Nothing and I mean nothing, no man, no woman, no animal, and sure as hell no monsters will ever hurt you because you are strong and I will kick their butt if they even try.” Dean meant that fully, he’s meant that since the day his dad sat him and Sam down to tell them they have a little sibling.

“Pink promise?” You said looking up at Dean.

“Pink promise?” He pulled back and questioned you.

“A pink promise.” You huffed, freeing your arm out from under Dean’s and extending your pinky finger.

“Oohh, a pinky promise.” Dean held up his arm and extended his own pinky.

“No, it’s pink promise.” You pulled your hand back.

“Ok, I pink promise that nothing will ever hurt you.” And to that you guys joined pinkies.

~Present~

You begin to quietly sob into your brother’s chest. Dean put his hand at the nape of your neck and put his cheek on the top of your head and let you cry it out, as you calmed down he pulled back and kissed your forehead.

“Hey look, peanut. Sammy and I are not going anywhere, we will always be with you, ok. A lot is going on right now and it will all be okay, we’ve gotten out of so many situations that we shouldn’t have and this one will be no different. I pink promise.” Dean raised up his arm and extended his pinky.

“Oh fuck off.” You lightly hit his hand.

Unfazed Dean kept his hand up and smugly smiled down at you. You sigh and extend your own pinky. As your fingers wrapped around each other your annoyed façade broke, your smile was joined by a few tears.

“Pink promise.”

A/N: So hey, your local forest wench here. This is definitely different from other stuff I post. I’ve never written a fanfiction before(so basically sorry if it’s not too good and please be patient with me), but I do read a lot of of it and maladaptive daydream a lot so I always have plenty of ideas. I came up with this idea this morning and really liked it, thought that maybe other people would like it and that it would be kind of greedy to keep it to myself. I’m actually really insanely proud of this ngl. If people like this and I feel comfortable, I might even write some more in the future.

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The Shield and the Sweater

Hello lovelies! This little fic came to me when the lovely, beautiful, talented @stargazingfangirl18 asked a very important question on her blog. Would you rather be enemies to lovers with Steve Rogers or friends with benefits with Ransom Drysdale. Well my greedy ass wanted both. Thus the birth of this story. I also turned it around a little to make it fit into Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge! I’ve never written anything dark before. Also not sure if this classifies as soft!dark or if it’s more dark. But it’s one of those! If that makes you uncomfortable, then please don’t read it. This is also my first time writing a threesome, so let me know if it sucks! I hope you enjoy it! 😘

General prompts:

8)The town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

Dialogue prompts:

3)”Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

11)”I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

Rating: Explicit(if you’re under 18, please leave)

Words: 6.2k(this one got away from me, sorry)

Warnings: soft!dark/dark themes, unprotected sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome(M/M/F), manipulation, language, model!Ransom being an asshole, Steve not being who you think he is

“And I really think if everyone pitches in to make these changes, it’ll really make a difference in the long run.”

Wow, so this is how you were going to die. In your whole 20 something years of existence, you never thought boredom would be your cause of death.

Sure, you were the lead Accountant at Stark Tower and these monthly meetings were mandatory. But did you really have to be here to listen to Rogers go on and on about how we can ‘improve our working environment’? Why did he even care anyway? He was barely ever here as it is.

You must have been zoning out worse than you thought because next thing you know your coworker, Janet, is poking you in the side and pointing towards Steve.

With a quick glare sent her way, you move your gaze to the Captain. He is giving you the same look he always does. Like he’s disgusted with you. “I’m sorry Miss Y/L/N. Am I boring you?”

A scoff escapes your mouth. “No, not at all Captain Rogers. I just love when people who are never here seem to always have an opinion on how things are run and how they could be better.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Do you have a problem with me, Y/N? Cause if you do, I’m sure there’s a way to solve that.”

You stand up and match his expression. You lean forward with your hands resting on the table. You can’t help but notice the Captain drops his gaze to your cleavage that’s now on more display than before. But just as quick as it was there, his gaze rises back up to meet your face. “Is that a threat, Captain Rogers?”

“Oh, it’s more than a-“

Tony quickly stands up and claps his hands together. “Okay! Meeting adjourned! You two, come here!”

You quickly straighten yourself up and make your way over to Tony. You always try to make sure you show him as much respect as you can. He’s your boss after all.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. My emotions got the better of me. It won’t happen again.”

He nods to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I accept your apology. But what I’m not understanding is why Steve here wanted to fire you?”

You both turn to look at Steve who has a sheepish expression on his face. “Yeah, sorry about that, Tony. She just seems to bring out this ugly side of me. I’ll try to keep it more contained next time.” He then moves his gaze to you. “Sorry, Y/N. I promise to be more professional moving forward.”

He makes a quick exit, leaving you shocked that he apologized at all. Ever since you started here almost a year ago now, you’ve been at each other’s throats. It was your fault really.

It was your first week and you were in the break room grabbing some coffee when you overheard a few of your coworkers making fun of Steve for being a virgin. Now, you weren’t sure if it was true but you wanted to fit in so you made your way over to the group and asked if anyone calls him Captain Virgin. That earned you some big laughs. But the laughter died down quickly as Steve entered the room to grab some coffee. Judging by the glare he gave you, he heard what you had called him.

You went straight to Tony after that to apologize. You really didn’t want to get fired. But you wanted to make sure Tony heard the story from you before Steve got the chance to talk to him. To your utter surprise, Tony found the name hilarious and gave you a high five, saying you were going to fit right in.

Well long story short, it’s almost a year later and Steve is still getting called Captain Virgin. Oh but don’t worry, he has names of his own for you. His favorite is Tony’s Pet. For some reason, it really eats at you when he calls you that.

But the one thing you hate the most about Steve?

Is how utterly, hopelessly, and desperately attracted you are to the son of a bitch.

That happened in your second week when you went to use the complimentary gym and saw him beating the shit out of some poor punching bag. Your panties and your workout were definitely ruined after that.

The more you fought with Steve, the more you just wanted him to bend you over any surface and have his way with you.

It was despicable how horny you were for him. You were pretty sure all he’d have to do is snap his fingers and point to the floor in front of him and you’d happily drop to your knees and take him down your throat.

So that left you leaving work every day in a horny state. You started by taking care of it yourself when you got home. But after a while even that wasn’t cutting it. Then you started bringing home one night stands. But after the 4th disappointing non-orgasm, you gave up and just learned to live with it.

Sure, you could attempt to start being nice to Steve and maybe ask him out. But you were pretty sure he hated you. Plus you have way too much pride to actually do that.

So that leads to now. It’s Friday night and your workday is almost over. You’re inputting the last few numbers from the last expense report in your pile.

You get the last number put in when Janet approaches you. She sits on the corner of your desk. “So, you coming tonight?”

You take your glasses off and lean back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. “Coming where?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Oh, come on Y/N! You know we go out almost every Friday night. You never come and you always say you will!”

You start to clear off your desk and put things back in their place. “Yeah well I could. Or I could go home and sit on my ass and do nothing.”

“Well, that explains why it’s looking a bit bigger lately.”

Janet’s jaw drops as she directs her gaze at Steve, who is now standing in front of your desk.

You smirk and lean on your elbows towards him. “You like looking at my ass, Rogers?”

He scoffs. “Well when it takes up that much space, it’s hard not to notice. But here, I came to give you this.”

He hands you what looks to be a 10 page expense report. “Sorry it’s late, I’ve been busy, you know. Saving the world.”

You ungraciously take it from him and throw it in your to-do pile. “That can wait until Monday. I’ve got plans. We’re going to-” you look towards Janet for clarification. “Lavo.” You turn your gaze back to Steve. “Yeah, we’re going to Lavo. So this will wait til Monday if that’s okay with you, sir.”

Steve does his best to move his bag and jacket subtly towards the front of his pants so you won’t notice his growing hard-on. He hates how turned on he gets when you guys get into it. And then you call him sir? Jesus. He clears his throat. “Of course, I'm the one who turned it in at the last minute.”

Janet speaks up quickly. “You could always come with us! It’ll be fun!”

You grin widely at him. “Yeah! You could finally get your cherry popped, Captain Virgin.”

Steve can’t help the blush that covers his cheeks. “Uh, I can assure you my cherry has been popped since the 40’s. But thank you for your concern. And thank you for the invite, Janet. But i think I’ll stay in tonight.” He takes out his phone and sends a quick text before turning around and walking towards the elevators.

Wow. He didn’t even try to retaliate. You shrug your shoulders and grab your purse before standing up. “Alright, I’ll go! But on one condition!”

Janet claps her hands in excitement and starts walking with you towards the elevators. “Sure, anything!”

You press the button for the lobby. “You are going to be my wingwoman. Cause this girl definitely needs to get laid.”

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Lavo is super packed by the time you guys arrive. Of course you all had to go home and change.

You decided to go with a simple, yet effective, little black dress that showed off just enough to get men’s attention.

Thankfully you are able to score the last table. The waiter comes over and gets everyone’s drink order. You decide to stick with your favorite. You don’t want to get too drunk on the off chance you find someone to take home.

About a half hour into hot office gossip, Lucy, who is sitting across from you, taps your arm. You raise your eyebrows in question towards her.

She subtly nods her head towards the bar. “Okay I’m pretty sure the hottest guy I have ever seen is checking you out.”

You can’t help the smirk that crosses your face. “Yeah? Which one?”

“You can’t miss him. He’s fucking hot. Like no comparison to any of the other dudes sitting up there.”

You glance down at your drink and quickly finish the remainder. You stand up and adjust your dress, pushing up your breasts in the process. “Well, then I guess it’s time for a refill.” You wink and turn to make your way towards the bar.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him. And boy was Lucy not kidding. He was fucking hot. Brown hair, blue eyes, and a smug smirk that would normally turn you off. But on him it worked. And who even looks that good in a fucking cream colored cable knit?

You go up to the bar, not too close to Mr. Hottie of course, and patiently wait for the bartender.

Hottie McHothot not so subtly moves his gaze up and down your body. He must like what he sees. “Hey honey, have you ever raised chickens?”

Uh. That’s definitely not the first thing you expected to come out of his mouth. You look over at him with confusion on your face. “Uh, no. Why do you ask?”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “Just kinda figured you might. Cause you sure can raise a cock.”

Okay, you’ve definitely never heard that line before. You crack up. You’re pretty sure you even snorted on accident. Once you collect yourself you ask, “Has that line ever worked for you?”

The bartender makes his way over to take your order. After reordering what you had before, you turn towards Hottie and wait for his answer.

“Not sure, my buddy told it to me yesterday so this is the first time I’m using it. Did it work?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. It was pretty cheesy.”

“Yeah, maybe. But it got you to laugh. So I’d say mission accomplished. Name’s Ransom. What’s yours, pretty girl?” He holds out his hand for you to shake.

Ransom. Now where have you heard that name before? You accept his hand shake. You can’t help but notice how much bigger his hands are than yours. Jesus. You could already feel your panties getting wet.

“My name’s Y/N. Ransom, that sounds familiar. Do I know you?”

He releases your hand and goes to take a sip of his bourbon. “Well, I guess that depends. Do you read magazines or have you seen the side of the city bus lately?”

You quickly wrack your brain. You don’t read many magazines. But the bus drives by you everyday on your walk to work. Holy shit! That’s it! He’s in his underwear on the side of the bus. You’ve drooled over that picture plenty of times.

“Oh, yeah! I remember now! I’ve seen you on the bus! What’s it an ad for? I can never really get past the almost naked man. A bit distracting on my way to work.”

He smirks as he briefly glances down at your breasts. “I’m glad you know my work. It’s an ad for Calvin Klein. For their new line of men’s briefs. Sorry I’ve been a distraction.” He sends you a wink.

Fuck. He was a model. And a popular one at that if he’s in an ad for Calvin Klein.

“I didn’t say I minded. You can make it up to me you know.” You wink back. Holy shit. Were you really flirting with a model?

“Yeah? Well, how about we get out of here and I’ll show you a fully naked man.”

Okay. Cheesy line number 2. Was that really going to work on you?

Yes.

Yes it was.

“Let me just go grab my purse.”

Drink forgotten, you go back to your table as quickly as you can without looking desperate. “Sorry, girls. But this is where I leave you.”

Janet glances down at her phone. “We haven’t even been here an hour yet! Where are you going?”

You send her a wink. “I’m leaving with that guy! You guys know him! Remember that ad on the side of the bus?”

They all turn their gaze to him. And they all make it very obvious. He just waves and sends them a smirk.

“Holy fucking shit! That’s the new Calvin Klein guy! Oh my god you lucky bitch!”

“Wait! Listen. We’ll let you go on one condition.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “Okay?”

Janet gives you a naughty smirk. “On Monday I’ll need a report on if they had to stuff his briefs to get that delicious looking bulge or not.”

You give her a naughty smirk of your own. “I can totally do that.”

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Monday morning you were all smiles as you stepped off the elevator and headed towards your desk. You give Janet a wink as you pass by her. She quickly makes her way over just as you sit down. “Um, excuse me hoe. But is that the same dress you were wearing Friday night?”

You quickly grab the cardigan you always keep in your desk out and put it on and button it up, attempting to look a little more professional. “Maybe.”

Janet opens her mouth in shock. “You stayed the whole weekend with him? You little slut! How was it?”

You turn on your computer and grab for the expense report of Steve’s you left in your to-do pile. Then you turn towards your nosy coworker. “Well, if you must know, yes. I did stay the whole weekend with him. And I’m pretty sure I was in an orgasm-induced coma the whole time. It’s all kind of a rough, sticky, mind-blowing blur.”

“Are you going to see him again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you put in your login information on the computer. “I haven’t decided yet. While the sex was the best I’ve ever had, he’s kind of an ass. Talked about himself and all the famous people he’s hooked up with since becoming a model. I honestly kept initiating sex just to make him shut up.”

She gives you a look like you’re stupid. “I’m not seeing the issue here. So what if he talks about himself a lot? The sex was amazing. You need to lock that down girl.”

You roll your eyes at her. “That’s the thing, Janet. He doesn’t do relationships. He told me so multiple times. Plus I’m pretty sure he was texting another chick in between our ‘sessions’. I suppose if I’m desperate, I’ll get a hold of him.”

“You know you could always just have him on backup for sex. Like a friends with benefits situation.”

“Janet, I’m in my late 20s. I’m too old for that kind of relationship.”

“Exactly, you’re in your late 20s! This is the perfect time for that kind of relationship before you settle down and get married! Have one last final hoorah!”

“I can’t have this conversation before caffeine. I’m going to get coffee. You act like I’m dying soon or something.” You turn to walk away but then remember you were supposed to tell her something. “Oh yeah and by the way. The bulge is definitely not stuffed.”

You give her a wink and then head to the break room for some much needed coffee. When you see who’s in there, you almost contemplate going downstairs to a different break room.

Steve is standing at the counter, preparing his coffee. He turns when he hears you come in and gives you a once over. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

You grab a mug out of the cabinet beside him. “Sorry my appearance isn’t up to your standards today, Rogers. I was a little...busy this weekend.”

He takes a sip of his coffee to make sure it’s right. Then he moves out of your way so you can get to the coffee, but still staying close. “Busy getting run over by a truck? Cause that’s kind of what you look like.”

You pour yourself a generous amount of coffee and take a long sip, letting the bitter liquid slowly make you human. “Yeah, well. I was busy getting fucked all weekend, Rogers. But I know your little innocent mind wouldn’t know what that’s like.”

That wipes the stupid little smirk right off his face. He almost looks pissed. He moves even closer to you. Almost pressing himself right up against you. So close that you can smell his coffee-scented breath. If you were wearing panties, they’d be ruined.

“Not all of us feel the need to sleep around. Some of us are looking for a real connection. Not just a one night stand of meaningless, mediocre sex.”

You press yourself just a little closer to him, his chest now touching yours. “Oh, it was anything but mediocre. Maybe if you actually got some, you’d know what that feels like.”

He leans his head down until his mouth is next to your ear, his left hand now resting on your hip. “You really need to stop insinuating that I’m a virgin sweetheart. If you were nicer to me, I’d show you that I know how to fuck.” With that he backs up and heads out of the break room.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Jesus Christ. You swear you almost came.

And if you were nicer to him? Fuck him. He’s not nice to you either. That’s okay. You have someone who can scratch this itch.

You pull out your phone and send a quick text.

To: Fuckboi

You busy tonight? I could really use a release.

The reply came almost immediately.

From: Fuckboi

Didn’t get enough of my cock this weekend huh? I suppose I could make myself available.

You roll your eyes and quickly reply with your address and what time to be over.

The rest of the day passes by slowly. It takes you half the day to enter Steve’s expense report. God he’s descriptive. At least it’s completed. You can’t really say that much for the other Avengers. They usually half assed them and made them barely acceptable.

You are shutting down for the day when Steve approaches your desk. You remove your glasses and look at him expectantly. “Is there something I can help you with, Steve?”

A blush creeps it’s way across his cheeks. “Um, I was actually just wondering if you had time to go over the new expense report forms? They should be a lot easier to fill out.”

You glance down at the clock on your computer. Ransom is going to be at your place in about 20 minutes.“Can we do it tomorrow? I have company that’ll be showing up at my apartment in like 20 minutes.”

His hopeful smile falls. His face is now unreadable. “Would your company happen to be whoever you spent the weekend with?”

Confused, you grab for your purse after getting your computer shut down. “Actually, yes. Should I have asked your permission first?” You attempt a joke to ease the sudden tension.

He pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously. Wow. You weren’t aware he knew how to text. You hear it ping with a reply before he angrily puts it back in his pocket. “Sure, we can do this tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of your whoreing around.”

Your jaw drops in surprise. Sure you guys were always throwing jabs at each other. But he’d never said anything like this before. And in such a mean tone.

You round your desk and stand right in front of him. “Fuck you, Steve.”

You hurry towards the elevators before he can see the tears that have welled up. You couldn’t let him know he had that power over you. Asshole. Thank god Ransom was coming over. Hopefully he could fuck what Steve just said right out of your head.

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You’ve lost count of how many orgasms Ransom has pulled from you with his mouth when there’s a knock on your door.

Ransom looks up at you from his kneeling position on your living room floor. “Did you invite someone else to join us, pretty girl?”

You scoff and push him away so you can stand up. You pull your dress down as you make your way towards the door. “Yeah. I can barely handle just you. I’m pretty sure if we added someone else, I’d actually die.”

You open the door and gasp in surprise. “Steve? What are you doing here?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Look, I know you probably already have company but I felt really bad about what I said to you earlier today and wanted to apologize.”

You have so many questions. “How did you know where I lived?”

That sheepish smile makes its appearance again. “I may or may not have looked in your employee file.”

You shake your head. “And you felt the need to come all the way here and apologize? Why not just text me?”

“It would only have felt right to me to do it in person. I really am sor-”

You feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “Well, who do we have here? Why is Captain America at your door?”

You turn your head to address Ransom. “He just came by to apologize to me. I think he was just leaving.”

Steve has a disappointed look on his face. “Yeah, I suppose I was.”

“Awe, what a shame. I thought you were gonna ask him to join us, pretty girl.”

Steve’s eyes grow wide at the thought. You quickly speak up. “No, I don’t think he’d be comfortable with that. He’s a little old fashioned.” You give him a sincere smile. You didn't think that was a bad thing.

Steve looks back towards the elevators and then back to you. He clears his throat. “What if I wanted to join you?” Seeing your wide eyed look, he quickly adds, “Only if Y/N would be comfortable with that of course.”

You contemplate what the consequences could be in your head. But then you get distracted when Ransom starts grinding his hard on against your ass. “Come on, pretty girl. Make a decision.”

The next word comes out of your mouth faster than what your brain can process. “Okay.”

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Now you were standing awkwardly in your bedroom with Steve and Ransom looking at you expectantly.

You’ve never done this before so you’re not sure how this is supposed to go. “So, um. How do we start exactly?”

Ransom smirks and comes up behind you. “I think you should call the shots, pretty girl. If you’re okay with that, Steve?”

With the mention of his name, he walks towards you and places his hands on your hips. “I think that’s a great idea. Can I kiss you now?” He places his hand under your chin and raises your face up to meet his. “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” With that, his lips meet yours. It’s explosive. You quickly wrap your hands around his neck and press yourself up against him.

You get so lost in the kiss, you forget that Ransom is there. That is until he presses his lips against your neck and presses himself against your ass. It presses you even further against Steve, making you feel his excitement against your lower belly.

You’re so overwhelmed already and you’d barely started. You may not survive this evening.

As you move your hands down to remove Steve’s shirt, Ransom is unzipping your dress, pressing kisses to every inch of exposed skin.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve moves his hands around to unhook your bra so he can get his hands on your breasts. He pinches your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

After successfully removing your dress, Ransom stands back up and turns your head to connect your lips. He starts rutting his clothed hard on against your naked ass. His left hand reaches around to bat one of Steve’s away so he can squeeze your breast.

Steve takes the hand that had been swatted away and moves it down to your soaking wet core. He starts lightly circling your clit. Just enough pressure to make you mewl.

You reach behind you with your left hand and tug at the waistband of Ransom’s briefs. “Off.” You moan out as you take your right hand and start attempting to take off Steve’s jeans. He smirks into your neck and helps you out. He barely gets them unbuttoned and unzipped before you’re reaching your hand into them and his boxers to grab his cock. It feels big.

Ransom grabs your left hand and places it on his now free cock. You wrap your hand around it and give it a squeeze before you start pumping your hand up and down. You do the same to Steve’s, making the both of them let out grunts against both sides of your neck. Steve increases the pressure on your clit a little. Still not enough.

“Nee-need, you. Please.” You weakly moan out. Ransom moves his mouth up to your ear. “How do you want us, pretty girl?”

You reluctantly pull away from both of them so you can think. You decide to be greedy. You point to Steve. “I want you to lay on the bed, please.”

He does as you ask. Putting his hands behind his head as he awaits further instructions.

You get on the bed and straddle him. You turn around and reach your arm out for Ransom. “Want you behind me.” You lean over and open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and toss it at Ransom. He smirks as he straddles Steve’s legs and gets behind you. He uncaps the lube and starts coating his cock with a generous amount. “Need my cock in that ass, pretty girl?”

You hold up your hand. “Wait.” You lean down towards Steve and give him a quick kiss. “Are you okay with this?”

He nods his head. “As long as you are.” You raise back up and smile at him. You turn your head and look at Ransom. “I’m assuming you're okay with this?”

He just smirks and squeezes some lube out so that it slides down the crack of your ass. “More than okay, pretty girl. Need me to stretch you out first?”

You smirk and pull him in for a quick, filthy kiss. “I think it got plenty stretched out this weekend.”

He matches your smirk. “You little slut. Wanting both of our cocks stuffing you full.”

You whimper as he lands a smack on your ass. Leaning up on your knees, you grab a hold of Steve’s cock and start running his tip up and down your folds. He places his left hand on your right hip and his right hand on your left thigh. “Condom?”

You quickly shake your head and pause your actions. “On the pill. Unless of course you’d be more comfortable with one.”

He shakes his head. “No, just making sure.”

You turn back to Ransom. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you.”

He nods and places his hands on your shoulders, waiting somewhat patiently.

You slowly sink down on Steve’s cock. He’s stretching you out so deliciously. It burns in just the right way. Ransom may be longer, but Steve is definitely thicker.

After you get fully seated on him, you take a minute to adjust. It only takes a few seconds. You turn your head towards Ransom. “Okay, I’m ready.”

He removes his right hand from your shoulder and grabs the base of his cock and starts pressing against the tight ring of muscle. He’d been in there a lot over the weekend. But it was still a tight fit regardless. He doesn’t go as slow and sheaths himself to the hilt, causing you to moan out in slight pain and pleasure.

Holy fuck. You feel so full. You think you might die. That is until Ransom removes his cock until just the tip remains and then forcefully thrust back in, causing you to grind on Steve’s dick.

Steve grunts out from the movement and starts thrusting up into you the best he can from his position. Ransom wraps his left arm around you and continues his thrusts, not letting up his pace. You don’t even really have to move, the both of them doing it for you. They somehow find the perfect rhythm. Each of them pulling out and pushing in at the same time. One of your hands is behind you, resting on the back of Ransom’s head while the other is resting on Steve’s chest.

Steve sits up suddenly and pulls you in for a kiss. “Like being stuffed with both of our cocks, pretty girl?” You hear from behind you. “Yes. So good. So full. Gonna cum.”

Ransom removes his arm from around you and reaches down and starts circling your clit. “Do it. Cum all over us. Make a mess.”

Steve can feel you squeezing him. “Please, sweetheart. Need to feel you cum on my cock. You’re gripping me so good.”

You explode. You clamp your eyes shut, seeing stars behind your eyelids. You let the both of them fuck you through it.

Ransom’s hips stutter. The fluttering around his cock is too good. He cums with a shout of your name, filling up your ass to the brim. He gives you a few more thrusts before he pulls out and collapses beside you two.

Steve’s been patient while you come down from your high. He lays back down, pulling you with him so that your chest to chest. He bends his knees and grabs onto your hips. “You ready, sweetheart?” You raise up, both of your hands on each side of his head. You give him a nod.

That’s all he needs. He starts fucking you, hard and fast, chasing his release. He can feel it building. He just needs to feel you come undone around him again. He moves one of his hands and starts circling your clit with his thumb. “Need you to cum for me again, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “Can’t. Too much.”

Ransom sits up beside you. “I know what she needs.” He reaches over with his left hand and wraps it around your throat, squeezing gently.

It makes you clench down on Steve’s cock. “Yeah? That all you needed, sweetheart? A hand wrapped around your pretty throat? I know you like it. Can feel you squeezing me.” He picks up his pace. The only sounds that can be heard are his grunts, your breathy monas, and skin slapping against skin.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit you. This one is somehow even more intense than the last.

You must’ve blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you’re waking up in between Steve and Ransom.

Steve smiles down at you. “There she is. We lost you for a second, sweetheart.”

You feel drunk. You smile goofily up at him. “Did you cum?”

Just as you ask that, you can feel his release seeping out of your overused cunt. Then you feel cum leaking out of your ass. You hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Ransom removes one hand while Steve removes the other. “Nuh uh uh. No hiding allowed, pretty girl. I have no regrets.” He looks at Steve. “Do you?”

Steve smiles down at you and leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “None from me. You tired, sweetheart?”

You let out a big yawn and nod your head, slowly closing your eyes. “Get some rest, pretty girl.” That’s the last thing you hear before sleep takes you.

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You wake up sometime in the early morning, stretching out your sore limbs. You know you have a dumb smile on your face. But you can’t help but notice your empty bed.

You sit up and hiss at the deliciously sore feeling between your legs. You grab your robe and slip it on. You can smell coffee coming from the kitchen. You giddily make your way out of the room and down the hallway. They both barely just come into view, still unaware you’re there, when you hear Steve speak.

“I thought you were going to be an asshole to her? Make her see I’m not that bad.”

You hear Ransom next. “I was an asshole to her. I’m sorry I dicked her down so good that she wanted more.”

Steve scoffs. “I never gave you the okay to fuck her!”

“You also didn’t tell me it was off limits. Look you got what you wanted right?”

“No, actually I didn’t. I didn’t pay you so we could have a threesome together.”

What the fuck? Steve paid Ransom to help him get in your pants?

“Ok, how about this? I’ll give you all of your money back if I can fuck her one more time before I go? Then we’ll be squared away.”

Steve seems to be conflicted. “Fine! But this is the last time Ransom. I have to get to work anyway. After this, she’s mine. And make sure she’s not late for work herself.”

Before you have time to react, Steve rounds the corner and sees you standing there. He has a deer caught in headlights look. Ransom comes up beside him and sees you. “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

You slowly start backing up towards your bedroom. Steve moves towards you, stopping once you put your hands up. “Stay away from me! Both of you! I want nothing to do with either of you!”

Ransom moves past Steve and grabs onto your arms. “Oh, please. You’d fuck us again if we wanted. Wouldn’t you?”

You spit in his face. “Fuck you, Hugh.”

He gets a sinister look on his face. “Wrong move, pretty girl.” He looks toward Steve. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck the brat out of her. You better tell her boss she won’t be in today.”

Your eyes go wide at his words. You start thrashing against him, trying your best to get away. Steve has had enough. He comes over and yanks you away from him and presses you against the wall. “You better calm down, sweetheart. I’ll treat you like a princess if you can be my good girl. Can you do that?”

You shake your head. “Why would you think I’d want anything to do with you after finding out you paid someone to help get into my pants?”

He gives you an evil smirk. “Because if you don’t, I’ll just have to release the tape of last night on the internet. Let everyone see how much of a slut you actually are.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re bluffing.”

He smirks and turns his head towards Ransom. “Show her.”

Ransom gets his phone out of his pocket and swipes at the screen for a second before turning it in your direction.

Holy shit. They weren’t bluffing. There you were, getting fucked by the both of them. That would ruin you if it got out. Not only would you get fired, but your parents would probably disown you. You’d never have a normal relationship again. You’re fucked. Even more than you were last night. How had you not noticed they were recording it?

Ransom must have read your mind. “I set my phone up while you were busy with Steve’s fingers on your cunt and his tongue down your throat. I think you need to ask her again Steve.”

Steve grabs your chin and moves your gaze onto his face. “I’ll ask you again. Are you going to be my good girl? Let Ransom fuck you one more time and then it’ll just be me and you?”

You drop your gaze to the floor. You feel a tear run down your cheek as you whisper out, “I’ll be your good girl.”

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