#dreaming of her... (being done with finals)

[starrylanex]

bf!dean having to see reader take one for the team and flirt/make themselves bait for a pervy witness during a mission. I'm just wanting to see how hard it would be for him to restrain himself from stepping in or him having to step in if things get out of hand 🤍

Thank you Pookie 😘

COST OF THE JOB, D. WINCHESTER

wordcount: 1,2k; warnings: a creepy guy, readers uncomfortable but dean comes in and saves the day.

an: hi angels, this has been in my drafts for way too long now so I think its fair it finally sees the daylight lol, so sorry to the person that requested this, but here it is now✨

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The second Sam briefed all of you on the plan, you knew it was going to be a problem.

Not because the mission itself was complicated, just a simple case of a missing person, tied to a local creep with enough ties to the supernatural world to be suspicious. No, the problem was the role you were being asked to play.

"Carl Jennings," Sam had explained, tossing a file onto the motel room table. "Owns a bar downtown, last person to see our vic before she disappeared. Cops questioned him, but he claimed she left alone. No leads since."

You flipped the file open, scanning the contents. The guy's face was plastered across one of the pages, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a face that made your gut twist. Not because he looked particularly intimidating, but because you recognized the type.

Sleazy. Overconfident. The kind of man who thought women were owed to him.

Dean leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "So, what? We knock on his door, ask real nice?"

Sam shook his head. "He's not gonna talk to us. But," he turned to you, "he's got a type."

You groaned, already seeing where this was going.

"Great." You dragged a hand down your face. "Let me guess, I'm the bait."

Sam hesitated before nodding. "He likes younger women, especially ones who act... interested. If we send you in, maybe you can get him talking."

Silence.

Dean hadn't said anything yet.

You glanced at him, expecting at least a grunt of disapproval, but he was just staring at the file. Too quiet. Too still.

Oh, yeah. He hated this.

"Dean?" you said, his name sounding more like a question.

His jaw clenched. "Do we really need to do it this way?"

Sam sighed. "Dean—"

"No, seriously," Dean cut in, his voice sharp. "There's gotta be another way. We can corner him after hours, rough him up a little—"

You snorted. "Yeah, because nothing says 'please tell us everything you know' like breaking someone's nose."

Dean shot you a look, but you ignored it, closing the file and pushing it away. "Look, I get it. This isn't exactly my dream gig, either, but if this is the best way to get him to talk, then I'll do it."

Dean exhaled sharply through his nose, leaning forward to brace his forearms against his knees. He ran a hand over his mouth, visibly trying to reel himself in. "I don't like it."

"I know." You placed a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. "I don't either, but I can handle myself."

Dean's eyes flicked to yours, something passing through them. Something tight and reluctant, something that said I know you can handle it. I just don't want you to have to. But he didn't argue.

And that's how you ended up here. with Dean Winchester sitting few tables away from you pissed.

And honestly? You couldn't blame him. 

Because if the roles were reversed, if it were him sitting at the bar, laughing a little too sweetly at some pervy woman's joke, letting her place a hand on his arm, leaning in just enough to give the illusion of interest, you'd probably be throwing chairs. 

But the job was the job, and you knew what had to be done. 

It didn't make it easier. 

You could feel Dean's eyes on you from across the bar, burning into the side of your face, hot and searing. You didn't need to look to know that his jaw was clenched so tight he was probably grinding his teeth, that his fingers were wrapped too tight around his beer bottle, that he was seconds from saying screw the mission and stomping over here just to deck this guy for breathing in your direction. 

And honestly? You wouldn't have minded. 

Because this guy, Carl? Craig? Who cared, was exactly the type you hated dealing with. The kind of man who thought confidence and sleaze were the same thing, who assumed that a polite laugh was an invitation, that the way you leaned in closer was because you wanted to, not because you were trying to get him talking. 

You had the routine down to an art. Light touches. Tilt of the head. Biting your lip just enough. A perfectly timed giggle. And it was working, he was spilling information between flirty comments and drawn-out stories about himself. 

Then he placed a hand on your thigh. 

Every muscle in your body tensed. 

You swallowed the disgust curling in your throat, forcing a breathy laugh as if that wasn't your cue to get the hell out of here. As if your skin wasn't crawling under his touch. 

It's fine. You've done worse. It's just a hand. 

And then he leaned in. 

His breath was hot against your ear, his voice dropping into something meant to be seductive but landed more on the side of stomach-churning.

"You're even prettier up close," he murmured. "Bet you taste just as sweet." 

Oh, hell no.

Before you could react, before you could push him off, before you could figure out whether breaking his nose would blow the mission, he was gone. One second he was next to you, and the next, Dean was in his place, standing between you like an immovable wall, broad and solid and yours.

Oh, shit. 

You barely registered the sound of the guy stumbling back, his confused "Who the hell are you?" barely processing because your brain was still catching up with the fact that Dean had moved.

Because Dean Winchester never let personal feelings get in the way of a mission. Not when it mattered. 

But this? This was you. 

His restraint had been stretched too thin, too fast. 

And now? Now that elastic band had snapped.

"Her boyfriend." Dean's voice was rough, clipped, the kind of dangerous that had made grown men twice his size back down without a second thought. 

The guy scoffed, glancing at you like he expected you to deny it. When you didn't, he rolled his eyes. "Jesus, relax, man. She was into it." 

Your stomach churned. You were so close to just decking this guy yourself, mission be damned, but Dean's grip on the bar was white-knuckle tight, and you knew if you so much as exhaled wrong, he'd finish what he started. 

You placed a hand on his back, fingers curling into his shirt, not to stop him, but to ground him. To tell him I'm okay. I've got this.

Dean exhaled sharply through his nose, tension radiating through his body. "Yeah, well, work's over," he gritted out. "So why don't you take your slimy hands and crawl back into whatever hole you came from, huh?" 

The guy held up his hands in mock surrender, muttering something under his breath as he walked off, and only then did you feel Dean's body loosen under your touch. The moment the guy was out the door, Dean turned to you, scanning your face like he expected to find something broken. Like he was waiting for an excuse to go after the guy and finish the job.

"You okay?" His voice was softer now, hands finding your waist, pulling you in like he needed to feel you close.

You sighed, letting yourself relax into him, just for a second. "I had it under control, De." 

Dean huffed, eyes flicking to where the guy had disappeared. "Yeah, well, my self-control only goes so far." 

Your lips twitched. "I noticed." 

Dean ran a hand down his face, exhaling deeply. "Next time, I'm taking the pervy witness." 

You grinned, tilting your head. "Sure when you grow a pair of boobs."

Dean smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple, warm and steady and safe.

"Might as well."

[bytemee]

chapter nine. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — YU JIMIN.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — smut, slight angst, they love each other so much its kinda depressing, and let me know if theres more!

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 4.5k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— extra content chap is kinda cool u should check it out...also lets u know what the dare was

taglist (open) — @sunshinez4 @gtfoiydlyj @yuyuy90 @liaponderstings @rinapomu @bimkayd @minaripenguu

series masterlist. main masterlist. prev. next. extra content.

the day in milan felt longer than it had any right to. maybe it was because everything hit you at once as soon as you got off the plane—the difference in time zones messing with your head, the sticky humidity clinging to your skin, the exhaustion that came with flying, and the wave of memories that this city brought back. you hadn't thought about your time here in years, back when you were nineteen and believed you could take on the world. it felt like a lifetime ago, but being here again was comforting in a way you hadn't expected.

you didn't have much on your plate this trip. it was a short two-day stay, and the only reason you were here at all was because of your contract with prada. once the work was done, you planned to head straight back to la. there were still a few projects to finish, but after that, you could finally take some time off and visit your grandma in korea.

when you finally made it to your hotel, you were too tired to care about anything else. the place was nice—there was a garden out back and even a pool—but you didn't have the energy to explore. your room was on the twelfth floor, with a great view of the city and a bed that seemed to be calling your name. after taking a quick shower, you didn't even bother turning down the covers before you flopped face-first onto the mattress, groaning at how soft it was.

you closed your eyes for what you thought would just be a moment, wanting to take a second to breathe. but then you remembered you still needed to film the outro for the vlog you'd been recording all day. skipping it wasn't an option—you knew jamie would have your head if you did.

then there was jimin. she had reached out more than once since your last conversation, and every time, you ignored her. you knew it wasn't fair, but you didn't have it in you to open that door again. you were already dealing with enough disappointment, and the thought of an argument felt unbearable. it seemed easier for both of you to just leave things alone for now. you were hurt, she was hurt, and neither of you knew how to fix it.

but seeing her in person during the showcase changed everything. all the feelings you'd tried to push down came rushing back, and you realized that maybe it was worth giving her another chance to talk things out. you folded as soon as she texted after the show, telling her to meet you in your hotel room.

and now, here you were.

your outro finished, the door open, and jimin standing in front of you. it was strange to see her here, in milan, looking out of place with her baggy bape t-shirt and shorts. she seemed unsure of what to do with herself; in her left hand, she clutched a small gift bag, her fingers gripping the straps tightly like she was afraid to let go.

it had been a month since you'd last seen her (not including the brief amount of eye contact you made during prada's fashion show), but it felt like years. you missed her more than you could ever put into words, and seeing her in front of you now didn't even feel real.

she stared at you, her eyes wide and her lips parted slightly, like she was searching for something to say. neither of you spoke for a long moment, the silence heavy in the air.

eventually, you sighed softly and stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in.

"well, don't just stand there. come in."

jimin nodded, stepping inside the room and looking around curiously before she stopped a few feet away from the bed. you closed the door gently, leaning against it for a second as you took her in.

the emotions swirling inside you—hurt, guilt, longing, even a flicker of hope—were almost too much to handle. you pushed yourself off the door, crossing your arms over your chest as you approached her, unsure of what to say or how to feel.

jimin's eyes met yours, searching for some kind of reassurance or maybe for you to tell her off. she swallowed hard, her gaze flickering down to the gift bag before clearing her throat. "this is for you."

she offered the bag to you, the tips of her ears pink. you reached out to take the bag from her, your fingers brushing against hers briefly. the touch was innocent enough, but the warmth that spread through her made her heart race.

"thanks," you said quietly, setting the bag on the edge of the bed. you didn't open it, not yet—you weren't sure if you could handle whatever was inside.

jimin stood there awkwardly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her hands now clasped tightly in front of her. she looked smaller somehow, like a scared little girl, and you felt a surge of sympathy wash over you.

"i'm sorry," she said suddenly, her voice cracking on the words. her eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the pain in them was almost too much to bear. "for everything. for… messing things up. for not being there when you needed me. for—"

"jimin," you interrupted softly, shaking your head. you couldn't listen to her tear herself apart like this—it hurt too much.

she swallowed hard, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "i just… i didn't know how to fix it. and i know i can't take back what happened, but i—"

"jimin," you said again, simply, cutting her off again. "i get it. life happens, and we're both busy—sometimes too busy. i know it wasn't personal, i can't expect you to be able to make time for me all the time, especially with how things are going. i can't be selfish."

she stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. she couldn't believe what she was hearing. were you seriously blaming yourself for the distance between the two of you? she had been the one who was too busy to even check her phone, and yet, here you were, apologizing to her, taking the blame.

"don't do that," jimin said quietly, shaking her head. "don't act like this was your fault. it wasn't. i… i should have done better. i should've made time for you; i should've been there when you needed me. but i wasn't, and that's on me—not you."

you blinked, her words catching you off guard. the way she looked at you, desperate, pleading, made your chest ache.

before you could respond, she continued, her voice shaking slightly. "you're not being selfish for wanting to feel like a priority. you deserved better than what i gave you, and i hate that i didn't see it sooner. i know i messed up. i know i hurt you." her eyes glossed over, and she bit her lip to keep herself steady. "and i don't know how to fix it, but i want to try—if you'll let me."

there was a long pause as her words hung in the air, neither of you sure where to go from here. you didn't know if this was a good idea—to forgive her so easily, but the sincerity in her voice made you realize how much she regretted what happened. and while things might not be perfect, you still cared about her, still wanted her in your life. so maybe it was time for a fresh start, a clean slate, a new beginning.

finally, you took a deep breath and looked up at her. "okay."

jimin blinked at your response, her lips parting slightly as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. her shoulders dropped, the tension in her frame loosening. "okay?" she echoed, her voice small, like she was afraid she'd misheard.

you nodded. "okay," you repeated, a little more firmly this time. "but if we're going to do this, we need to be honest with each other. no more avoiding conversations or brushing things under the rug. if something's wrong, we talk about it."

her lips trembled as a small, tentative smile began to form. "i can do that," she said softly, nodding in agreement.

the corners of your lips lifted up slightly, "good."

you glanced at the gift bag sitting on the bed, your curiosity finally getting the better of you. "what's in the bag?"

"oh," jimin said, her cheeks coloring slightly. she reached up to cover her smile, the same habit she always had when she was embarrassed. you had missed seeing her blush. "it's… nothing fancy. just something i saw and thought you might like."

you smiled, taking the gift bag from the edge of the bed and sitting down. she watched as you slowly unwrapped the box, your fingers brushing the tissue paper aside before revealing the sight of the scarf—it was the same scarf you'd eyed that day in korea, the one you almost bought but had put back when you realized it was too warm for it.

you glanced up at jimin, who was watching you nervously, her hands fidgeting in front of her. "you remembered?" you asked, almost in disbelief.

she nodded, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "yeah. i saw it again, and it just… reminded me of you."

you ran your fingers over the fabric, your gaze softening as you took in the familiar pattern. it was such a simple thing, yet the thought that she had remembered, that she had kept this in mind all this time, meant more to you than she could ever know.

you looked up at her again, giving her a small smile. "thank you."

jimin let out a quiet sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly. she had been worried that her gift wouldn't be good enough, that it would just make you upset, but the look on your face made her feel more relieved than she had in months.

"you're welcome," she murmured, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

you gently folded the scarf, setting it beside you on the bed, and then stood up, walking over to where jimin was still standing, unsure and still somewhat guarded. without thinking, you reached for her hand, the touch feeling natural despite everything that had passed between you.

she froze for a moment, but then her fingers curled around yours, and you felt the last of the walls between you both crumble, just a little.

"i don't want to keep doing this," you said quietly, looking down at the way your hands were intertwined. "the back and forth. the hurt. i know we can't erase everything, but i just want to move forward with you."

she swallowed, nodding her head slowly. "me too," she murmured.

you met her gaze, your eyes softening at the hopefulness reflected back at you. the truth was, neither of you even had the luxury of holding a grudge against each other. as much as the missed calls and broken plans stung, there was never enough time to stay mad. your schedules barely aligned as it was—days slipping by in a blur of rehearsals, recordings, flights, and appearances. if you wasted the rare moments you did get together on anger, what would even be left?

being face-to-face again, finally, felt like something fragile, something borrowed. holding onto resentment would only make it slip through your fingers faster. so you let it go, squeezing her hand as you pulled her into your arms, letting out a soft sigh as she melted against you.

"i missed you," she mumbled into your shoulder.

"i missed you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

for a long moment, neither of you moved. the weight of your bodies against one another was so familiar, so comforting, that it almost didn't feel real. but it was—it was real, and you could feel it, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in and out, the warmth radiating from her skin, the gentle touch of her fingers against your back.

jimin closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the embrace. "i got the roses you sent to my dorm. you didn't have to do that."

you let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. you had sent her roses a couple of days after the release of "up," the day after your birthday that she had yet to acknowledge, but you just couldn’t let it go, couldn’t let the milestone pass without some gesture. you weren’t even sure if she knew it was your birthday or if she had been too busy to acknowledge it. regardless, the roses were a nice touch.

"i wanted to," you replied, giving her hand another squeeze before letting go. "i also saw you in seoul."

she tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at you. "what?"

"i flew in to see your performance," you clarified, sitting back down on the bed. she stood a few feet away from you, still a bit hesitant about being in your personal space. "you were amazing, by the way."

her mouth fell open as she stared at you, trying to process what she had just heard. "you… you were there? i didn't—"

you laughed softly, shaking your head. "i didn't want you to know i was there. i just wanted to see you perform."

you had sent her the flowers despite the distance between you two, skipped out on the vmas to be at her performance, and you never said anything. she had no idea how much effort you'd put in, how many strings you'd pulled just to be there.

"oh," she breathed out, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. she covered her face with her hands, groaning softly as she turned away from you. "why didn't you tell me?"

you laughed softly, leaning back on the bed as you watched her reaction. "it was a surprise."

jimin looked over at you, her hands falling to her sides as she let out a soft sigh. she was still embarrassed that you'd gone through all this trouble just to see her, but she couldn't deny that it felt good to know that you'd been there, that you were still thinking of her.

"so… you don't hate me?" she asked tentatively, her voice soft and unsure.

you shook your head, smiling at her. "no, i don't hate you."

jimin nodded slowly, processing your words. she still felt guilty for everything that had happened, but knowing that you didn't hate her made it a little easier to breathe. her eyes drifted to the scarf folded on the bed, and she bit her lip before looking back at you. "i don't know… my gift feels like it doesn't even come close to being enough now, to make up for everything i did."

"what? no," you said, shaking your head firmly. "the scarf is more than enough." you picked the scarf up, giving it a little flourish as you posed dramatically with it for a moment, "i'll be wearing this everywhere i go, proudly."

she let out a laugh, rolling her eyes playfully at your antics. "well, good. but still… i feel bad."

you watched her for a second, thinking about it before a mischievous grin slowly crept up on your face. "i mean, if you really want to do something…that’ll definitely make me feel better," you let out a few snickers under your breath.

"what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at you curiously.

you let out a couple more giggles, trying to keep a straight face but failing. "um… i dare you to—"

"so, it's like… a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the jelly—but pickles." you explained, trying your hardest not to fall asleep at the feeling of jimin's hands massaging your scalp as you laid between her legs, "—and don't forget salt and pepper," you added, shifting slightly, your cheek pressing against her thigh.

jimin hummed in response, and you started rambling again. she wasn't paying much attention, too focused on the soothing sensation of your head in her lap. it had been so long since the two of you had been alone together like this.

sure, the circumstances weren't the best, but she'd missed you so much that she didn't care. she was just glad to have the opportunity to be near you again.

her hands moved down front of your shoulders, gently rubbing the muscles there. she loved the sound of your voice, the way you laughed, and how your smile lit up the room. she had missed everything about you.

"so, what do you think?" you asked, peeking up at her.

she blinked, looking down at you with an apologetic smile. "i'm sorry, what did you say?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, looking up to meet her gaze, a small smile on your face. "you weren't listening."

"no, i wasn't," she admitted sheepishly. "i'm sorry. i got distracted." how could she not when you were looking at her like that, with those pretty eyes and beautiful smile?

you let out a small huff, trying to feign annoyance, but the smile pulling at the corners of your lips gave you away. shifting onto your stomach, you propped your hands on her thighs and rested your chin on her right thigh, looking up at her with a playful glint in your eyes. "can't even get my girlfriend to listen to me talk."

girlfriend.

jimin's heart skipped a beat. it was the first time you'd said it out loud—the first time either of you had acknowledged, in so many words, what you were to each other. the title felt unfamiliar, but familiar at the same time. it was something she'd wanted to say to you for a long time, but was too scared to, too afraid that things would go wrong and she would lose you.

"girlfriend?" she repeated, arching a brow as her lips curled into a teasing smile.

your grin widened, playful and sure. "mm-hm. what? you're not my girlfriend? guess i must've made up all those dates we went on and—"

jimin cut you off with a squeal and a playful shove, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "okay, okay," she laughed, running her fingers through your hair again. "i guess you can call me your girlfriend," jimin said with a mock sigh, rolling her eyes in a playful manner.

you grinned at the sound, happy to hear her laugh. she had a beautiful laugh. "well, i'm glad i have your permission." you muttered, pressing a kiss against the inside thigh of her leg.

she let out a content sigh, "y/n," she warned, her cheeks growing hot and her legs unintentionally squeezing together. you chuckled at her reaction, enjoying the way she responded to your touch.

"what?" you asked, pressing another kiss against her thigh. "am i distracting you again?"

"no," she said a little too quickly. her hands paused, lingering at the base of your neck before moving down to your shoulders. "i just don't think this is the right time for… that."

"why not?" you asked, looking up at her curiously. "it's my birthday; i should get what i want, yeah?"

she bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter. "that's not how birthdays work," she teased, her hand moving down to cup your cheek.

you pouted at the touch, your lips jutting out cutely. too cutely, because it made jimin's voice of reason fade away, replaced by a desire to lean in and kiss you right then and there. "but i want to," you said, turning to press a kiss against her palm.

jimin bit her lip, trying not to show how much the simple action affected her. you were being so affectionate and forward, and it was making her head spin. she knew it was only because you were tired, but she couldn't deny that she liked it—a lot.

"y/n…" she breathed, her hand still cupping your cheek. she was conflicted, and her mind was racing. on the one hand, she knew you were probably exhausted and needed to rest. on the other hand, well, she really liked that idea of celebrating your birthday together.

you sat up slowly, kneeling between her legs, and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "please?" you asked, leaning closer and kissing the corner of her mouth. "i promise i won't keep you up too late," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur.

she sighed softly, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opened them again, looking at you with a soft, teasing smile. "okay, fine," she finally relented, her smile growing wider.

"so, is that a yes?" you asked, tilting your head to the side as you tried not to smile too widely.

"yes," she said, wrapping her arms around your neck. "happy belated birthday, y/n."

you leaned in, brushing your lips against hers and whispering, "thank you, baby," before closing the gap between you and kissing her deeply.

she gasped into the kiss, her body melting against yours as she returned the gesture. her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as her lips moved against yours, soft and pliant and perfect. she moaned softly when you tugged her bottom lip between your teeth, her grip tightening on your hair.

the two of you pulled apart slowly, a soft smile playing on your lips. "thank you," you repeated, placing a quick kiss against her nose. "for being here."

"of course," she murmured, her fingers tracing the curve of your cheekbones.

you kissed her again, unable to stop yourself, the taste of her lingering on your lips. your hands trailing from her neck, down to the curve of her waist, and then to the soft flesh of her thighs, your thumbs gently tracing circles over the skin there.

she shivered at the contact, her hands tangling in your hair once more. "y/n," she said quietly, a slight whine in her voice.

"what is it, baby?" you asked, grinning at the way she blushed when you called her that.

"you're teasing," she complained, biting her lip and tugging lightly on your hair.

"i'm not teasing," you insisted, your hands sliding underneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against your fingertips.

she couldn't help but arch her back slightly, pressing herself firmer against you.

you smirked, leaning down and capturing her lips in another searing kiss, her lips parting for you, giving you access to the sweet taste of her mouth.

your fingers found the waistband of her shorts, and you broke away from her lips, tugging them off her hips and tossing them to the floor along with the rest of her clothes.

you moved back up, pressing a trail of soft kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbones. you loved the sounds she made as your lips moved lower, down her chest, across her stomach, and finally to the inside of her thighs.

"wait," she gasped, her voice coming out breathless.

"what?" you asked, pulling back, looking up at her, and blinking innocently.

she shook her head, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "nothing, just… it's your birthday. shouldn't i be the one making you feel good?"

"who says this isn't going to make me feel good?" you asked, pressing a kiss against her hip bone.

she bit her lip, her cheeks growing warmer. "still," she protested weakly, her fingers carding through your hair. she wanted to be the one to please you, to make up for her actions in a way that didn't involve words. she wanted to show you how much she cared, how much she meant it when she said she wanted to do better.

"just relax, okay?" you murmured, pressing another kiss against her hip before lowering yourself onto the bed and settling between her legs. "let me take care of you."

she whimpered softly at the sight of you nestled between her thighs, the way you were looking at her making her feel weak. she nodded, giving you permission. you smiled, pressing a soft kiss against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before gently spreading her open, admiring the way her slick coated her inner thighs.

"look at you," you whispered, running a finger through her folds. "you're so wet for me."

she let out a soft moan at the feeling of your touch, biting down harshly on her lower lip to stifle the sound. you couldn't help but smile, enjoying the effect you had on her. she looked absolutely gorgeous, her skin flushed pink, her eyes heavy with desire, her hair falling messily around her face.

"fuck," she moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as you dragged your tongue through her slit, tasting her arousal.

you hummed in approval, taking in the way she tasted, sweet and a little tangy. it had been a long time since you'd had the chance to do this, and you couldn't get enough of the way she squirmed under your touch, her thighs clenching around your head as her fingers twisted in the sheets.

"you're so beautiful like this," you murmured, looking up at her from between her thighs, your fingers slowly working their way inside her. "i love seeing you like this."

she let out a choked cry, her head thrown back against the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut. "y/n," she whispered, her hips rocking against your hand.

you gave an approving hum, before your mouth closed around her clit, sucking gently while your fingers continued to move inside her, curling and stroking her walls.

she let out a strangled moan, barely able to form words. all she could do was squirm and gasp, her body arching towards yours, her thighs clenching around your head.

you could tell she was close, her body tensing, her breaths coming out in short gasps. you wanted to draw this out, to tease her a bit longer, but the look on her face told you that she was too far gone.

you pressed another kiss against her clit before moving back up her body, her face immediately buried into the crook of her neck. "i've got you," you whispered, your fingers continuing to thrust inside her.

her hands found the back of your neck, pulling you down for a messy, desperate kiss. "i'm close," she murmured, her lips brushing against yours.

"i know, baby," you replied, nipping at her earlobe and making her shudder.

her nails dug into the back of your neck, leaving little crescent-shaped marks on your skin. her whole body shook as she came, her hips grinding against your hand, her walls clenching around your fingers, her cries muffled against the skin of your neck.

you stroked her through her orgasm, easing her down slowly until her body finally relaxed. she was still breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded. she looked gorgeous, completely spent and blissed out.

you held her close, your body pressed against hers, your fingers gently running through her hair. she was nestled against your chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal. she was quiet, but you could feel the contentment radiating off her in waves.

you pressed a soft kiss against her forehead, murmuring, "you okay?"

"mhm," she mumbled sleepily, her eyes fluttering shut.

"sleepy?" you asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

she hummed in response, already half-asleep.

"i'll take that as a yes," you chuckled quietly, pressing a final kiss against her temple.

you stayed like that for a while, the two of you tangled up together, the sound of her soft snores filling the air. you smiled to yourself, holding her a little closer, and letting the events of the day catch up to you.

it wasn't perfect—there was still a lot left unsaid, and the wounds from the past were still fresh—but it was a start, and that was all you needed.

series masterlist. main masterlist. prev. next. extra content.

[kisseudoll]

OFF LIMITS. ──────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, your boyfriend’s tattoo artist gets a bit bold

◜ᯅ◝ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 in nakamoto yuta + slight suggestive 𝟎𝟎𝟎 && yuta touches your skin, slight cheating (if you squint)⟢ 𝖶𝖨𝖲𝖯𝖲&𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖲

𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 + 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 & 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱

“you sure your boyfriend is okay with this?”

yuta’s voice is smooth, laced with something smug as he prepares his work station. yuta was no stranger to you, you’ve met him a few times when your boyfriend would get ink done on his body.

when you finally decided to get your dream tattoo, your boyfriend knew he had to send you down to yuta’s shop. yuta was an artist at his work, all his clients loved his art.

you shifted under his gaze. “why wouldn’t he be?”

yuta smirks. “don’t know.. just figured he’d wanna be with you while you got your first tattoo.. you know, hold your hand. watch me put my hands all over his girl.” his voice drops slightly—enough to make your stomach tighten.

your breath catches, and yuta notices it. he’s watching you closely, more closely than he does when your boyfriend is here, getting inked up on his back. he can’t see what yuta is looking at—he’d only flip if he found out who yuta was looking at.

“he trusts me.” you say, but your words start to scramble when yuta steps closer, close enough where you got a glimpse of his tattoos, and a sniff of his cologne.

“does he?” yuta’s fingers hover over your skin, not even beginning to draw out your design. “thats bold of him.”

you swallow hard, pulse flickering in your throat. he shouldn’t be touching you like this, let alone looking at you like this. the worst part is, you were enjoying every second of it.

yuta motions for you to lay down. as you do, he pulls up your shirt, just a little to expose the side of your stomach. that spot, the spot only your boyfriend touches. it’s the first time anyone has seen it, the first time someone that isn’t your boyfriend is touching it.

“right here?” he asks, gently pressing his gloved finger into your delicate skin, causing you to flinch slightly. “sensitive huh?”

you’re about to respond, but yuta is already sliding closer. his fingers brush against your skin just a little longer. “i get it.” he murmurs, voice lowering. “just trust me, the pain isn’t terrible.”

your breath hitches, you weren’t worried about the pain, more worried about what your boyfriend would think of this if he saw it. his own tattoo artist, getting cozy with his hands on his own girlfriend.

you can’t respond, your voice stuck in your throat. yuta already begins outlining the design onto your skin. he keeps his touch slow, deliberate, and possessive. it was just enough to make you squirm, but not enough to make it obvious.

“relax, princess.” he mutters, his voice soft, yet dripping hints of danger. “i’ll take great care of you.”

from her 2 you ◜ᯅ◝ : in honor of 127 being in new jersey tmrw (which i’m not at SOBS) but it’s okay i’m genchana me finks

[mashup-writing]

I Laugh Like Me Again; Bela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover)

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Requested? ❌

"Be still, my foolish heart. Don't ruin this for me"

Summary: Waking up in the bed of the campus clinic after passing out after getting her heart back, Bela finally comes to terms with the fact that it's been a successful run.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

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Bela wakes up with a crick in her back.

It takes her a moment before she's able to fully psych herself up to open her eyes when the sun's bright rays stubbornly pierce her tightly closed eyes. One deep breath exhaled later, and she finally manages to fully drag herself back into the waking world- Not without lack of annoyance & hissing over the brightness that assaults her vision.

"I never did like being in this place."

She thinks to herself as she realizes that she's in currently lying down on a bed within the Campus clinic.

"All that budget and the old crow couldn't even get better beds-"

Bela takes in another deep breath, cutting off her own tangent before she manages to sour her own mood even further by thinking of the Headmistress. A small movement that bumps against her hand is what draws her attention away from her gripes-

The glorious sight that greets her when she cranes her head to look stops her heart in its tracks. A head of navy colored hair in a loose ponytail, facedown on the side of her bed. A grimace breaks her gaze for a single second, the shock rendered her unbreathing and now it hurts a bit to kickstart the process- But Bela brings her gaze back to the slumbering person waiting by her bedside.

It's too much to handle, and she doesn't know if she can even bring herself to speak right now. It wasn't a dream that her and MC managed to triumph over Miranda, she wasn't dreaming when she fought against the dizziness threatening to knock her out cold at the steps of that building- She tears up when she realizes that the last thing she saw before blacking out wasn't a dream, the worried eyes she saw really were worried. It wasn't just a figment of her imagination;

Bela's hand moves on autopilot as it comes up to bury into those dark navy tresses she's come to love so deeply. With gentle and trembling fingers, she frees the strands from the confines of the hairtie and when she's able to feel the vibrations of her fingers gently scratching against your scalp, it's all that it takes to break the floodgates open.

The tears flow freely, and she almost feels guilty when the sob that wretches itself free from her lips wakes you up. But your sleep addled eyes immediately turn wide awake and full of excitement when your gazes meet, and the ego boost of knowing she's the reason for your bright smile banishes the offending emotion like light in a darkened room.

"You had me worried!"

Bela can't help but let herself melt into the embrace when you all but throw yourself forward to give her a tight hug. She'd let you hold her like this for eternity- Wants to have you hold her like this for eternity. Unfortunately, time passes and waits for no one and you let go to give her a once-over.

When your worried eyes find nothing wrong and they drift back up to meet the gaze of her soft blue ones, Bela brings both hands up to cup your cheeks with her palms. She takes a moment that feels like a lifetime to just take your face in- Convince herself that you're not incorporeal, that this isn't a dream- Before she pulls your against her in an emotionally loaded kiss.

She's thankful you're here.

There's contentment, happiness, love, and satisfaction pouring from her and into the kiss, and you drink all of the emotions in until you're drowning and your lungs are begging you for air. Neither you nor Bela wish to pull away so soon, but when you do withdraw it's done in synch. There's a moment filled with nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing as you both chase for the air that you've voluntarily forgone for a few moments, and words that leave your lips once you've composed yourself grants you the most joyful sound you've ever heard on this Earthly plane.

"What kind of last words before fainting are you have pretty eyes anyway?"

Blue eyes widen in humor and surprise before a rumbling laugh tears its way out of her, and soon you're joining in with her until your sides sting from the effort that comes with laughing too hard.

There's unshed tears begging to fall in the corner of her eyes, and you waste no time gently wiping them away. Bela's hands immediately cover your own and she maneuvers them until your knuckles are just barely flush against her lips. Her gaze never breaks from yours as she answers your question with a blinding smile.

"It's the truth I know."

She closes her eyes and begins to reverently place a kiss to each of your knuckle, hoping that the sincerity in her actions would make the love she feels seep into your skin and burrow itself into your bones.

Her heart is truly hers again, and she can't wait to share it all with you.

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01-11: Wrote this right after double checking my Thesis Proposal Paper, & I am tired!

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

You're My Coney Island Baby

Summary: Julie headcanons

TW/CWs: None

A/N: Whipped up some headcanons + her relationships with the club. This is a quick thing I did cause I wanted to get it out there before I forgot lol

NAME: Julie (no one really knows her last name)

FAVORITE SHIT: Barbie, Bratz, Rainbow Brite, Strawberry Shortcake, Teen magazines, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Keanu Reeves, Juicy Couture, Lisa Frank, Paris Hilton, Hillary Duff, Romcoms 

Moved from Wall Street to Eltingville so her dad could take care of her sick grandma. If you let her, she’ll rant about how sucky it is “living in the forgotten borough” and wishes she was back at the penthouse

Very shy. Like, to the degree where she’ll take a dangerous path back home just to avoid her peers at school. 

A HUGE room. Stepping in makes you feel like you’re in a Disney Channel set; animal print bed sheets, shelves upon shelves of dolls she collected (from childhood to actual collector’s item), as long as a toy chest with stuff she still plays with. That’s not even getting into her closet or bookshelves

Speaking of shelves, they’re filled to the brim with those teen magazines. She follows them like the Bible itself. To her, they’re the only source in which she can learn how to be a “normal” teen (this often translates to awkward fashion choices)

Overweight, so shopping is done exclusively through Torrid or those older women stores (IE; Lane Bryant, Avenue). It embarrasses her that she has to shop there for her clothing, but she makes do. 

Often carries a Juicy Couture bag with her, containing an IPod, sketchbook, hand cream, pads, loose chapsticks, tickets she can’t let go of, and maybe a hair tie to put her hair in a loose ponytail. 

Undiagnosed autism. Her father, while a good man, just thinks she’s “different”. Sure, he’s concerned about why she collects dolls past the age of 10, but still buys them for her cause it’s all she really talks about. She also has tics that are considered “unnerving”, but she usually masks those in order to “fit in”

Dreams of working at Dark Horse. Will often spend her free time drawing comics and pin up poses to “develop her style” (it often just ends up being drawings of her crushes)

Surprisingly socially alright in school. She has her clique of friends (who like similar things to her) and is in mock trial. Other than that, she really sticks to the library or the art room.

Speaking of art (yet again), loves analog photography. It’s sort of a hobby of hers; she’ll take pictures using a camera she purchased, send it to Walgreens and get the final products. If she’s desperate/really proud, she’ll pay for a darkroom to develop prints. 

Overall a nice person, once you get past her extreme social awkwardness. 

RELATIONSHIP TO THE ELTINGVILLE CLUB

JERRY: They tolerate each other AT BEST. She absolutely hates fantasy/tabletop games, and gets both bored and confused with DnD. That’s a no go for Jerry, so they normally avoid each other. 

However, they do well as work partners (if you forced them to). Julie thinks he has potential to be a nice person, until he opens up his mouth, then she says “Oh yeah. That’s why I hate him.” At their worst, they’re not afraid of getting physical with each other (who wins these fights? Flip a coin).

JOSH: HATES HIM. Hates him with her whole being, and the feeling is mutual. She’s often mocked for being “Josh’s twin” due to their similar appearance (Overweight, curly hair, likes nerdy things, recluse) and it absolutely pisses each other off. For Josh, he hates that he’s being compared to a “Preppy Jabba the Hutt”. For Julie, it’s being compared to “An overweight monster you see in those Barbie movies”. 

If they see each other in the same room, they’ll have a “stand off” until one of them goes (usually Julie, as she hates confrontation). However, she’s more likely to win the physical altercation, as simply sitting on his chest and wailing him leaves him a crying mess (but he’s better at insults than her). Overall, put them in a “This is our get-along shirt” if you want to see a fight happening between them. 

PETE: Who? She just thinks he’s weird because of his love for guts and horror, and Pete doesn’t really pay attention to her. 

BILL: She actually met Bill at Joe’s Comic Book shop. She hates to admit this…she did find him cute…like, actually cute, until he opened up his mouth. 

Like Josh, they can't stand each other. They’re two sides of the same coin, and will butt heads over everything. Julie’s not afraid of humiliating herself if it means she wins the argument against Bill (goes double for Bill as well).

However, in the deepest corners of her mind, she has a terrible crush on Bill. That sketchbook is filled to the brim of drawings of Bill as Ken and her as Barbie, living in the dream house. She sometimes dreams about them being Trinity and Neo, John and Claire, Cady and Arron. It sickens her, but also leaves her feeling fuzzy and vulnerable, and that alone makes her want to crawl up and become a black hole. 

Bill doesn’t feel the same way (just don’t ask him who he dreams about in place of Tasha Yar…or Wonder Woman…or Emma Frost

[lullabyes22-blog]

What would a Papa and toddler Melike day look like? Would Jinx tag along too.

A Papa-Silco and Mini-Melike day is typically on a Friday, which is when Silco takes time off to prioritize his family.

Mel doesn't usually come with, because she's got her own plans with the Council, or is away on a diplomatic mission overseas. Sometimes it's both Jinx and Melike, but not very often, because Jinx is usually chin-deep in her own projects, and has her own packed schedule to contend with as Zaun's unofficial ambassador-of-booms.

Typically, if Mel's at home, Silco will be roused at 5 PM (Zaun's schedule is nocturnal, so this is their equivalent of 5 AM) to the soundtrack of splashes and giggles from the adjoining bath. (Mel, pulling a two-in-one by winding her day down with a hot soak, and also getting a head-start on getting the toddler bathed, fed and ready for her 'day' (Melike, bless her, is also a night-owl - and Silco's typically the parent who'll get her prepped for bed, which is at 12 AM.)

Sometimes Silco will idle in bed, cigarette lit, and listen to his wife and child play together, enjoying the unaccustomed soundtrack of domestic bliss. Other times, he needs to get a headstart on his day, and so he'll slip into his robe and slippers, and join them in the bathroom. Sometimes he'll shave and watch them bathe in the mirror's reflection. Other times, he'll perch by the tub's edge with two cups of tea, and he and Mel will have their 'adult conversation' of the day (politics, mutual threats, trade deals, or more often than not, gossip about their respective social circles.)

Then Mel and Melike, dripping from their bath, will adjourn to the nursery. Both parents will get Melike ready for her day--Mel choosing the clothes, and Silco doing her hair.  Sometimes, while the little girl is busy playing in her little pen after breakfast, Silco and Mel will sneak a quickie in the adjoining master bedroom.  After, Mel's typically wrung out and beginning to nod off, while Silco's got the pep in his step necessary to take over for the rest of the evening.

If he's got meetings with the chem-barons, best believe Melike's gonna be there, cradled in the crook of her Papa's arm while he delivers a chilling threat to some miscreant or another.  If there's an assembly, there she'll be, perched on Papa's knee, mirroring his unflinching stare as he surveys the crowd. Sometimes it's a brunch with foreign dignitaries, and Melike is the star attraction: a Zaun-Piltover hybrid who, despite being only two, is already a diplomat's dream-come-true: performing an elegant little curtsey and lipsing, "Enchante, Madame," or, "Charmed, sir." In addition to the cute-offensive, Melike also serves as a secret weapon to make recalcitrant messengers behave. Silco can, and has, used his cranky little princess as an excuse to cut tedious negotiations short - "Now look what you've done! No counter-proposal at hand, and my child's naptime was twenty minutes ago. Get out, and good riddance," or "If you don't give my crew an answer on our stalled shipment before she blows a fuse, I'm going to let her play with your severed fingers as a treat."

Needless to say, negotiations tend to go very swiftly after that.

 By the evening's zenith, Melike's beginning to droop. Typically, Silco will ply her with a little fresh fruit (apples and bananas are her favorites) and tuck her into her favorite sleeping nook in a corner of his office, with his coat draped over her as a makeshift blanket. Silco, without breaking stride in his diction, will deliver a speech to the Cabinet via the speaking telegraph, while plucking the tiny socks off his daughter's drowsily wiggling feet.

While Melike slumbers, and Piltover goes dim in the early hours of the nightfall, Silco winds down his business affairs, taking meetings with his less reputable allies, whom are not allowed even a cursory glimpse at the heir to Zaun's power. After he finishes his final call with Sevika, who'll give him the rundown of tomorrow's meeting schedule, Melike will begin stirring awake again - she never naps for long, and for some reason knows instinctively when Sevika's coming around, because she usually toddles out to the threshold to greet her. Said greeting involves attempting to climb Silco's ferocious XO like a tree.

Sevika tolerates it, because she's a woman who tolerates very, very little.

By eight o' clock, Zaun's nightlife is in full swing, and Melike's perched on Papa's lap, peering wide-eyed through the opera window of his limo as it roars up the Promenade and delivers him to his favorite club. In the VIP lounge, she'll be fussed over by the staff and cooed over by the cocktail waitresses, while Silco slouches on his usual seat and peruses reports and wire communiques while puffing leisurely on a cigarillo. On busy evenings, he'll signal to the crew with a crook of his finger, and they'll all cluster in the booth to receive their orders. On slow ones, he'll summon the chanteuse from her singing post to come upstairs and serenade Melike with lullabies, while he gives a quiet listening ear to the latest troubles brewing on the street-level.

Often, Jinx will also drop - literally, a blue wraith unspooling from the rafters - down to his table. They'll have an impromptu tete-e-tete about the latest tweaks to her arsenal; Melike, squealing and squirming, is passed between them as they chat. Jinx will baby-babble to her sister while brandishing the schematics to a Hex-turbine for Papa's approval, or toss her into the air while Silco leans back in his plush banquette to peer into the guts of something explosive, inspecting its interior circuitry with a jeweler's loupe screwed into his bad eye.

Sometimes, if Silco is feeling particularly indulgent, he'll signal to the piano-man to play one of Jinx's favorite songs, and watch his two girls do a silly waltz as the chandelier's facets twinkle over their delighted faces.

After, Jinx may, on occasion, whisk Melike off on an adventure through the Lanes, ("Jinxie-jo and Melike-Ick free to roam the streets / Ready for danger and maybe hijinks!" - "Today, Papa said 'fuck.'") - and Silco, hands in his pockets, will slip out to follow them stealthily while smoking a cigarette - content to listen to the mischief being wrought, but careful not to interfere, lest a pair of indignant matchstick fists come hammering at his thigh in reproof: "Papa! Privacy!" Other times, he'll remain at the club to deal with more grown-up matters -typically involving somebody getting their hide flensed by the crew in his private office.  He doesn't linger beyond 10 PM, and Jinx always takes pride in bringing back her baby sister with unwrinkled clothes, nice clean fingernails, and absolutely no tattoos or piercings.

By the time Silco's departed in his limo with Melike, it's her favorite time of night: the neon fizzing in radioactive colors through the windows; bass beats spilling from clubs they pass, with flashes of skin and limbs spilling across the sidewalks; and Melike leaning against the warmth of Silco's body, blinking drowsily as Zaun swallows her whole.

Often, Silco will take her to the bathhouse under his ownership, with its private steam room, and a pool just for her, where the lamps glow low and soothing, and there's incense burning thickly in the humid air. The lights reflect in runnels from the moisture-beaded walls, and Melike plays shy, dipping her face beneath the water with only her eyes and nose showing, blowing bubbles while her hair undulates in ink-dark tendrils around her shoulders. Silco will teach her to float on the surface of the water, holding her lightly by the belly as she drifts, and telling stories about the sea-monsters that dwell in the river (whose sharp, gluttonous mouths are ready to devour naughty little children who stray too far from the shore).

Melike listens sleepily, floating like a mote among the glitter-dusted haze of lantern-light. By the time her eyelids are at half-mast, Silco will lift her up into his arms, drop a kiss to her forehead, and cradle her on one hip while using a free hand to knot his robe. She's mostly non-verbal as they're driven back home, only a sleepy chirp when asked if she'd like a treat. They'll stop at her favorite stall - Jericho's, naturally - where she'll suck on a candied apple, half-drowned by the cradle of his coat as they ride to their estate.

There, after the ritual of tooth-brushing and pajama-donning, Silco will tuck her into bed. Melike's nursery has a skylight, through which silvery moonbeams slice through the bars of the metal grille that serves to protect her (and deter potential assassins). It also features a huge assortment of books; most were donated by various cabinet-members jockeying for Silco's favor.

Most nights, he sits by Melike's bedside in his big wingback leather chair and reads her a story. On extra-special occasions, he'll sing her a lullaby - a rare occurrence, given how rusty his voice has gotten after the drowning. But there's an eerily soothing tenor to it, and when it makes an appearance, Melike is out like a candle-flame extinguishing by the time the first verse is done. Then Silco will take one final sweep of the house (if Lock's not on duty, then Ran's here, keeping guard), check to ensure the security system is properly armed, and then strip down to his undershirt and trousers before collapsing, exhausted, onto the master bed.

If Mel isn't away on business, she's usually snoozing inside the massive mound of pillows, having pulled the sheets around herself in a tight cocoon. Silco will lie next to her, sometimes watching her sleep for a spell, enjoying the sight of his beautiful, powerful, strangely fragile wife, utterly safe in this space. His kingdom.

But it's not really his kingdom, is it? It's theirs. All three of them.

Home safe.

<3

[into-the-hellaverse]

Lucifer and Adam's Good Day

Final part of the Bad Day series!

Before we get to the fic, I wanna thank lilacwriter07, hellojenpenworld, inubaki, and libby-for-life (not tagged cause idk how y'all feel about being tagged in random fics). Libby started this with a commission and Lilac, jenpen, and inubaki kinda kept spurring it on with their kind words and encouragement. Y'all shouldn't have done that XD If you do that, you get a happy giddy mess that's lowkey over the top and filled with typos.

But still, thanks to you guys I did something I never thought I could do. Finish writing something. I always wanted to write a fic series, and it's my dream to be a published author, but I never actually got myself to sit down and write long enough to actually complete something. So, thank you. You guys are some of the kindest people I've met.

Sorry to get sentimental on y'all. Now, let's give Adam and Luci a happy ending :)

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Lucifer took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He practiced everything on the way over here. What to say, how to act, and he even scouted out a quiet place for him and Adam to go. He just had to execute this. Perfectly.

He took a deep breath and walked up the small staircase to the mansion's entrance, giving a few quick, sharp knocks.

"ADAM! GET OFF YOU LAZY ASS AND ANSWER THE DOOR!" Mammon's voice carried really well. There was some running around and Adam opened the front door.

"Hi..." Adam whispered, smiling softly. "I started losing hope..."

"I'm sorry, it took a little longer than expected..." Lucifer said softly, cupping Adam's cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm great, now that you're here..."

Lucifer smiled, quickly dropping it once he noticed the scarf wrapped tightly around Adam's neck. "What happened?"

"I'd...rather not talk about it..."

Lucifer nodded softly.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THERE?!"

Adam pushed his hand away and turned into the house. "ITS LUCIFER!"

"WHO?!"

"LUCIFER!"

"WHO?!"

"IT'S THE KING OF HELL! GET OVER HERE!"

Lucifer had never seen Mammon move that fast. He was at the front door in a matter of seconds, a scowl on his face. "The fuck you want, you walking asshole?"

Now to put the plan in action. He gave a big, nervous smile and sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Yeah, so I had to have a meeting with Sera, and she found out that Adam isn't up in Pride anymore. And, you know Sera. She through a bitch fit and demanded Adam gets put back where he belongs."

"He's not going back with you," Mammon growled.

Lucifer held up his hands defensively. "I know! Believe me, I don't want him in my Ring! But if he's not there, then Sera might wreck havoc and..." Crap what was he gonna say?! He practiced this 20 times! "Destroy all of Hell..." That wasn't what he was supposed to say.

Mammon raised a brow. "Seriously?"

"Yes." Now he had to commit. "I mean, you know Sera. Takes the smallest thing and blows them out of proportion."

Mammon sighed and rolled his eyes. "Bitch still hasn't changed a bit, huh?"

Yes, he bought it! "Sadly, no. So, I just need to take Adam for a month or two back to my Ring. Once Sera calms down, I'll talk to her and make her realize that it's better if he's down her with you. Sound good?"

Mammon sighed. He was obviously pissed off and hesitant. "Just a couple of months?"

"And he'll be all yours," Lucifer said with a smile. "Forever and ever..."

Mammon rolled his eyes. "You better fix it. Quick." He turned to Adam. "Go get your shit. You're going to stay with Lucifer for a while." He shut the door in Lucifer's face.

Lucifer let out a hefty sigh, feeling his heartbeat slow down as panic subsided. Thank God, he bought it...

Adam left a few minutes later, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder and gripping his guitar case with a death grip. He raced down the steps and Lucifer ran after him, trying to keep his pace as they left the mansion grounds.

"I thought you said I wouldn't have to go back," Adam said softly.

"You won't. Follow me." Lucifer walked the dirty streets of Greed, holding Adam's hand and leading him along until he found a quiet alley way. He led him deep, until they couldn't see the road.

"What are we doing down here?" Adam asked nervously.

"We just need some privacy." Lucifer let go of his hand and pulled something out of his jacket pocket.

Adam stared at him, shocked and confused. "Is that..."

"A Luciferian crystal." He paused, watching Adam intensely. "I know what you're thinking, but I'm not gonna take this from you. This is yours to keep, Adam. I just need to show you how to use it, then it's all yours. I won't take it back. I promise."

Adam nodded. Although from the look on his face, you could tell he didn't believe him.

Lucifer put it on. "It's really simple, actually." He turned around and held up the crystal, looking back to make sure Adam was watching. "All you have to do is think about where you want to go and draw a pentagram." He used the tip of his nail to draw a pentagram on the flat surface of the crystal, watching the bight red lines etching their way into the crystal. When he finished, a portal opened up to Gluttony, right outside Bee's mansion.

"That's Gluttony," Lucifer explained as Adam stared in awe. "Bee has really good parties."

Adam didn't say anything.

Lucifer started getting uncomfortable. "If you want to get rid of the portal, all you gotta do is wipe it away." He made sure Adam was watching and he wiped the pentagram off the crystal, and the portal closed in the blink of an eye. "And that's just how it is. Think of where you wanna go, draw the pentagram, and wipe it away once you pass through." He took off the crystal and held it out to Adam, but he didn't grab it.

"Adam..." Lucifer gently took his hand and placed the crystal in it. "I'm not going to take it from you. I genuinely want you to have this."

"Why?" Adam asked, looking confused.

"Because after everything I did, after everything I said to you... This is the least I can do..."

Adam still seemed nervous and hesitant, but he gave him a smile.

Lucifer smiled back gently. "Can I show you one more thing?"

"Sure..."

"I was able to set up a spawn point or homing beacon of sorts on the crystal." Lucifer gently opened his hand, showing the flat surface of the crystal. "If you're ever running around the Rings and you need a place you know is safe, just think about home and draw the pentagram." He drew it for Adam and watched a portal open up into a red room.

Adam just stared, like he didn't want to believe this was real.

"It's safe. Trust me." As if to prove a point, Lucifer fell backwards into the portal and landed on the hard ground on the other side. Adam just stepped through, looking around cautiously.

Lucifer quickly jumped to his feet and carefully wiped away the pentagram. "Don't forget to do that. You don't know who will follow you through."

"Got it," Adam said, gripping the crystal tightly when he was done. "So... Where are we?"

"At my palace. I have a bunch of spare rooms, more than what I know to do with. So I turned one into a guest room for you," Lucifer said. "If you're ever scared, if you need a place to stay that you know is safe, or if you just need a break, then you can come here and stay as long as you want. I won't touch anything in here, I won't mess with any of your stuff. You can use any of the palace amenities, and I won't ask you to do anything while you're here." He watched Adam examine the bare room closely, as if he was looking for something. "Sorry if it's not that flashy. I thought it would be better if you decorated it since-"

"What's the catch?" Adam cut him off.

"Huh?" Lucifer looked confused.

"What's the catch?" Adam repeated. "There has to be some kind of catch."

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"What do you mean? There is no catch." Lucifer looked just as confused as Adam.

"You can't be this nice just because. There's something in it for you."

Lucifer sighed softly. "Adam. Trust me when I saw this. I don't want anything from you. I just want you to be safe."

"Why?"

"Because I care about you. More than I probably should... After everything you went through, you need a place that you know is safe, and the only place I thought of was here. And with the crystal, you can go anywhere you want in Hell at a moments notice. It's not exactly the freedom you had up in Heaven, but it's close enough, right?"

Adam said nothing, his expression unreadable as he looked away from Lucifer and down at the pure white crystal in his hands.

"I'll let you get settled in...." Lucifer turned and left the room. He walked down the quiet halls, but it felt different than before. Just having Adam here, it made his home feel warmer. It made Lucifer feel calm. I mean, Adam was probably never going to use the room, but just the idea that he could be here anytime... It made him smile.

He heard a gentle knock as he passed by the front door. Confused, he went over and opened it a crack to see who it was.

"Charlie?" He asked, swinging the door wide open. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I stay with you for a while?" She asked as she sobbed.

"Of course, baby! Come in, I'll get you bags." He gently ushered her inside and grabbed the few bags she brought, leading her up to her old bedroom. She was silent, except for the occasional sob, sitting on her bed while Lucifer started to unpack some of her clothes and belongings.

The silence was eating him up. Charlie was rarely ever like this. And judging from the puffy eyes, she had been crying for days. He carefully sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"What happened, duckling?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle.

Charlie started cry harder than ever. "I don't know, Dad! I don't know why I've been acting like this! Everything was going so well with the hotel and Adam then Cameron came around and started framing Adam and I just got so mad and everything went out of control and Vaggie left and I kicked you out and Angel ran away and Alastor left and if Alastor leaves then Husk and Nifty leave too and I was all alone and I just couldn't take it! I'm a failure!"

"Charlie, sweetie, you're not a failure," he said, pulling her closer. "You're just.... Maybe you like Lilith."

"H-Huh?" She wiped her eyes, smearing days-old makeup on her face.

"I mean, you know I have some form of anxiety, and I passed that onto you. Your mother never really showed it, but she had some kind of mood disorder. I wanna say she was bipolar, but I'm not a doctor so I can't diagnose."

"Am I broken?"

"No, no, Charlie. You're not broken," he said reassuringly. "You just need some help. You still have that human disguise, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Wonderful. I'll get an appointment set up and I can take you up to Earth so you can get a diagnosis from a good, trusted doctor, and some good meds to help. Not the shit that Belle has. Maybe set you up with a therapist, too."

Charlie seemed to calm down at that. "I thought you couldn't go to Earth..."

"Charlotte, I'm the King of Hell. I can fo whatever I want, whenever I want, and however I want. If I want to go up to Earth to help my daughter, I will." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Get some rest, duckling. I'll make your favorite tonight."

Charlie smiled and hugged him. "You're the best, Dad... I'm sorry for kicking you out..."

Lucifer hugged back tightly. "You had every right to, Charlie. I promised you I would never take them again and I broke that promise."

"You just needed help," Charlie tried to reason.

"And I could've gone somewhere else for that help. I didn't have to go to Auntie Belle." He kissed her forehead and pulled away. "Now get some rest. Seriously. You look exhausted."

Charlie gave him a weak smile and laid down on her bed, easily succumbing to sleep.

Lucifer just smiled and left the room. Finally, after all the shit of the past year, things finally started looking up...

This may be the conclusion of the Bad Day Arc (if you wanna call it that) but not the end of the story! There will be more fics around this storyline, that I shall not reveal because I wanna be a sneaky bitch :3 Mostly, I'm writing it for me, because I will take every excuse to shove my ocs where they don't belong (and none of the previous characters were ocs. I just asked friends to name them for one-off jokes and shit). I will shove my ocs into there like shoving a square into a circle hole

[dcsiderivm]

Hearing Tanner, of all people, giving her a bit of grace, at least for her character overall, was..surprising, yet awfully desired after all this time. Sure, Daniela had done something horrendous and hurt the one person she'd never dreamed of hurting, but it didn't erase every other good thing about her. It overshadowed the good times she'd had with her ex, but it didn't quite change the fact that before that incident, their time together had been relatively amazing, and she just needed to be reminded of that. Trying not to relish in that small victory too much right now, she mindlessly studied Tanner's facial features as she let the woman continue speaking. Even while dealing with a range of emotions stemming from this encounter, her ex was still breathtaking, and damn if those dimples weren't still one of her favorite things about her.

Snapping back to reality at the mention of their poor choice in handling their problems, Dani sighed as she nodded in agreement. "I guess us not having any real relationship experience beforehand kind of left us scrambling to figure things out, and we just made the wrong decision." She'd replayed the crumbling of their relationship so many times now that she could recall all of the little things, the ways they ran from their problems or simply pushed things aside and only focused on work instead, and how they'd let other people try to push them into taking the next steps before they were even ready to sit down and talk about them. That had certainly been one of the main problems for them, and she hated how much it spooked them and gave them a reason to start avoiding one another. When Tanner pointed out the obvious, what had really broke her, Dani felt that guilt rising up yet again. "I was very aware, and hearing you say it out loud makes me feel even shittier, but I deserve that. And I'm sorry. Truly." If she could take it all back, Dani wouldn't hesitate to do just that, but since she couldn't, all she could do was keep apologizing. Though for now, it was starting to get a bit redundant, probably because they'd gone from somewhat fighting to now being more civilized, and this had been a lot to process so she knew they had to give each other some time.

Revealing that her and the lover who had come between her and Tanner was no longer in the picture hadn't been planned, but for some reason, Dani had felt like clearing the air there might help them...move forward? Remain civil? She didn't quite know, but it was out there now, and maybe it would provide a little comfort for Tanner to know that she wouldn't have to worry about seeing the pair around town together. As her ex seemed to change her stance on how to handle them running into each other in town again following this encounter, she smiled softly. Avoiding Tanner cost far too much energy, so Dani wasn't keen on having to do it forever. She wasn't expecting the offer to reach out to her ex should she need something though, and she was sure that the stunned expression on her face proved that. "Oh, uh..okay." She nodded her head slowly, letting her brain fully process it before she pulled her shit back together.

"I promise I'll handle myself better if we run into one another again. And if you feel the need to snap at me, I'll refrain from biting back and let you get it out of your system." She promised. It would be hard, sure, but she'd swallow her pride and deal with it. "Tell your parents I said hello...and that I'm really sorry for hurting their daughter." She stated before giving the woman a gentle smile. "You look beautiful, by the way. Not that you don't always look beautiful, but even under today's circumstances, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever met." She shrugged. "And the phone thing works both ways, so if you need anything, or just want to chew me out, my number is still the same." And with that, Dani spun around and finally walked out of the alley, feeling a bit more relieved now that she'd gotten to formally apologize and give her ex the explanation she'd deserved since day one.

Something Tanner understood was that sometimes people felt such immense guilt that they wanted the offended party to hate them, to wish evil upon them, maybe even bestow some form of punishment on them. "I hate what you did—your actions, your selfishness, your cowardice," she volleyed back, a flat look on her face that eventually softened, "but—" That but was the big problem in Tanner's life. "One horrific thing doesn't change all the good that was once between us." And that string of truth was likely the answer to why this encounter had been so emotionally charged. Nostalgia was often called a dirty liar for looking back with rose colored glasses, yet Tanner had known one thing for certain—she'd never loved anyone the way she did Daniela.

Today was a red flag for Tanner. It was a display of just how much she hadn't go and moved on despite it having been a year since their breakup. Regardless of how it had gone down and the specifics of it, never minding all the comments over how much she'd changed in the last year, she'd hidden herself in her heartbreak. When her ex shook her head and wouldn't allow her to apologize a smile slightly curved her lips. It was more like a ghost—something you weren't quite sure of seeing. "It's all just hitting me right now. Different waves of emotions." That time she didn't refute Dani's sincerity. "Getting answers, or an explanation, helps. My mind went wild the last year and," turned Tanner into hating the world.

Hurt people hurt people. Her own guilt couldn't be assuaged over how once she'd been broken she'd become calloused to other's feelings. Often burdening them with a wrath they hadn't earned. The humorless chuckle pulled Tanner astray from the path her rumination was headed down. "It's crazy how we couldn't see a big picture then. How it was easier to avoid and let a divide grow between us." Maybe it had something to do with the fact that her family, even Dani's had been well-meaning in their encouragements and their excitement for what they saw in a future between the two women. Everything her ex had said landed somewhere and there was much to think about. "It's hard to know, I think." Her booted foot toed a crack in the alley asphalt as her hands rested lazily in her pockets. "I get it. Sometimes we don't know what we're doing and the ripple effect of those actions when we're in the thick of it." A sigh released and Tanner held a hand up between them. "Look, I'm not blaming the downfall of our relationship and everything that went wrong with it all on you. I'm aware it takes two. It's the break up. It's the someone else." After looking away for a moment her eyes found Dani's once again. "I just need you to know that—if you were unaware."

All the explanations, reasons, and apologies a year later left Tanner feeling unmoved by it all. Perhaps she was numb. It was much to process. Through the thick of it there had been a big word shared between them: love. And once uttered they both avoided it like a poisonous snake. Maybe what they had genuinely needed was time and space from the situation, because now that Tanner had shoved her anger aside to have as much of a conversation as possible she was chewing over and digesting every bit of information. "Thank you for acknowledging that," she said calmly and sincerely despite a flash of heat that surfaced on her neck and cheeks at the allusion of this other person that had come between them. Part of her wanted to ask if this person was here with Dani, or if they would follow. If they'd broken up—why? These questions rolled through her thoughts despite how much the answers could hurt and anger her. It felt sick to even wonder these sorts of things. Some part of Tanner's heart still held a silent claim on her ex, that had to be the reason.

Then unasked questions were answered and a swell of relief washed through Tanner. Given the state of things it felt like a best case scenario outcome of this encounter. Tanner listened and nodded, stoic on the outside, acknowledging that Dani was no longer with the person she'd left with. That being around Tanner was just as hard for Dani, that she wasn't moved on either. Hope didn't spring in her chest, at least things weren't as bad as they could be. "No, I get why you came back—this is your hometown, too. And, well, your family," she swallowed and the pause was a moment of respect for her ex's loss. "I just don't want us to be childish. I don't want to be at war with you or pulling immature moves if we see each other around. We're not teenagers." If they happened at the same place, same time in the future it likely wouldn't be easy but they could each be mature about it, right? A bit of conversation gave Tanner some comforts and made things a little less intense in comparison to when she first saw Dani. "Yeah, I think we need some time to think. I'm not going to lay some ground rules on you or play games, I don't have the patience for it. I think we can be mindful in the least, though." Then, it was out before she could stop it, "my number hasn't changed if you need or want to talk about things."

[sundooisagoose]

Goretober Days 26 27 and 28

gore warning (ofc)

Roadkill, Slasher And teeth!

[hellaversity]

I swear to shit if I see one more person calling Charlie Morningstar a boring flat character i'm throwing hands

[rigginsstreet]

MAE: And then also her implementing that change and breaking that pattern in her familial relationships that her mom was having of taking back these guys who do not treat them right and her sort of not only saying no to that, but also "I'm not doing that in my life" with Riggins! SCOTT: Big move. Big move. And a lot of Tyra-Tim scenes haven't been making it into the episodes, but have been in the scripts, but a lot of them are the show trying to figure out how to same the same thing and get Tim to the place where he's so honest, and he is in that scene. He's like "I did." And she says "This is exactly what somebody would say before they just revert back to who they were." And I'm like, ah man, can Tyra not believe that people can kind of change at this point? Maybe not until she fully changes her situation. MAE: She's also, like, I think, to a degree that's such a tricky thing about relationships and people in general, like yes people can change, but at some point- at what point does it not work for you anymore? And being- I think that's like a really grown up thing- another kids having to grow up thing to realize that look, you're on your own journey, and I support you and I'm glad you- I understand you have to do this as many times as it takes for it to make sense to you to actually implement this change in your life and have it really be yours, but I can't go with you on that journey anymore.

-IT’S NOT ONLY FOOTBALL: FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS AND BEYOND

[hongluboobs]

what a canto huh guys

[deus-ex-mona]

wdym christmas is next week?????

[pebbledrat]

The longer I'm around the more convinced I become that Jill and Michael also had some kinda codependent-besties archetype thing going on?? they may or may not even have been aware of it, but like. they're kind of a matched set, you know? Frequently purchased together, do not separate them

[welcomingdisaster]

*in the style of these

[mizumonohomo]

ok fiiiiine i'll say it. i was mad that Last Night in Soho wasn't toxic yuri. you got me.