#guess I gotta practice doing makeup again..

[mammonprotectionsquad]

I got my bestie to start playing love&deepspace. But that's not all! When I told her that I'm considering to have a cosplay comeback with Rafayel she immediately offered to cosplay the mc for me xD 💕

[sevynavenue]

ᰔᩚಎ — 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

— ໒person on da block꒱‎ ‎‎‎‎ichigo kurosaki ೀ you weren't a big fan of rock, but maybe being dragged to a rock concert and after party isn't too bad !

— ໒including package꒱‎ ೀ rockstar! ichigo, ichigo is kind of a mean dom, spanking, degrading (slut, whore, etc...), pet names (baby, pretty, etc...), ichigo is kind of obsessed idk, unprotected sex (wrap for you tap kids), fat dick ichigo, daddy kink, fingering, creampie, implied use of alcohol, hair pulling, spit kink !

You weren’t a big fan of rock music, but your best friend loved it; her favorite band was coming to town, and she was a certified groupie. You didn’t want to leave her there alone, because what kind of best friend would she be to avoid going to the most important moments of her life?

Tee was so excited, she could not even focus on doing her makeup. All she could do was stare at the poster hanging high on her dorm wall as you lay on your bed scrolling through your phone, looking at other people's stories. “What’s so good about these guys?” You asked, and Tee almost broke her neck looking back at you.

“THEE ICHIGO KUROSAKI is coming to our town; I have to be there!” She practically screamed at you, shoving her poster in your face. You looked at the poster with the four guys on it and asked, “Is this Ichigo?” 

“Nah, that’s Renji; this is Ichigo” Tee guided your hand to where Ichigo was on the poster. “He is attractive, but what’s the hype?” “You’ll see.” Your best friend smiled as she finished her makeup and turned to look in the full-body mirror. 

“Alright, let’s go. Do you have your ID because they are strict at concerts?” You checked your bag to look for your ID in your purse and nodded to confirm. You and Tee finally took an Uber down to the already-crowded arena. You saw so many girls; some were half-naked, and some looked like they hadn’t slept in days. 

Maybe this was a bigger deal than you thought, but then again, you weren’t too pressed about this concert, but you did have a good time, so why not? You saw Tee fight tooth and nail to get front-row tickets; she saved for months and got you and her a ticket, and not only that, she won backstage tickets, so you had to go.

The concert was deafening, and you felt your body would hurt terribly when you woke up in the morning. Tee even showed her tits; all you could do was laugh and shake your head. But who said they couldn’t have fun either? Even though you didn’t know any of the songs, you still danced and had fun.

Your best friend was dragging you everywhere after the concert was over; she wanted to get backstage so she could bat her eyelashes and you both would be able to go to another artist's after-party. Tee was perfect at getting you both into the after-parties. You weren’t as wild as Tee, but you did love a good hook-up here and there. 

You waited for Tee outside the backstage door; all you could see was the long line of girls bum-rushing to meet the boys. You were so glad that you didn’t want to meet anybody; you were just back there for the food and free drinks they were serving. You saw Tee come running back to you, smirking with a piece of paper in hand. 

“So I’m guessing you were successful?” You smirked.

“Yeah, and I got a little gift too.” Tee pulled her tube top down to see a signature on her right breast, signed by Renji. “Oh, bitch.” You both laughed. “Look, you gotta do what you gotta do.” Tee pulled her top up and shoved the piece of paper in her top.

“I want to go back to our dorm and change; I feel too sweaty,” Tee said while you both got in the Uber. Something about going back to your messy dorm wasn’t something you would be looking forward to. By the time you and Tee changed, it was already past midnight, and you were waiting for another Uber. 

You could hear the music blasting from inside the Airbnb, you saw a lot of people on the lawn, and you could see Tee recording from inside the Uber. You were low-key tired, but you were going to keep pushing. When you got inside, the music was even louder, and your ears were ringing nonstop. 

“MY TYPE OF PARTY!” Tee screamed next to you. Little did you know, when you looked to your side, Tee was gone, and you shook your head. She probably went to go find her bae for the night. But you were sure that she could take care of herself; maybe you’d be able to find her later if she wanted to be found. 

You sat down on the staircase, watching and observing everyone else at the party. You finally found Tee, but she was sitting and flirting with Renji, so you knew you would probably be going back to the dorm by yourself.

“Why sitting over here by yourself” 

You looked up to see a tall, shirtless figure in front of you. When he bent down to get a closer look at you, you noticed that bright ginger hair from anywhere. Ichigo Kurosaki.

“Oh, um, I’m here for moral support; my best friend is here,” you replied. Ichigo smirked, “Yeah, you’re the girl who didn’t look so interested in our concert.”

You opened your mouth, but quickly closed it; you didn’t have a snarky remark to make. Ichigo laughed, “But I guess you're here now. So, I guess you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night since Renji left me too.” Ichigo sat down on the step next to you. 

“So, tell me about yourself; what’s your name, plain girl?”

“Plain? I’m past being plain; maybe your band is plain.” You replied quickly, and Ichigo laughed. “But seriously, what’s your name?” Ichigo asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes. “Y/N,” you replied.

“Y/N? Hm, got a nice ring to it.” You laughed. “Yeah, it has a nice ring to it, right?” Ichigo smiled. “Well, Y/N, it's nice to meet you. I'm Ichigo; can I get you another drink?” You smiled and nodded, “Sure.” Ichigo winked and walked away to get your drink. You watched him as he went, a smile still on your face.

You and Ichigo were practically hip and hip all night; you don’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if Ichigo got more and more attractive as the night progressed. You and Ichigo were pinned up in the corner, lips locked together. Ichigo tongue was so smooth, and his hands were rough, but it felt so right grabbing the fat of your ass. 

You could taste the alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth. It looked like you both were practically having sex in the corner of the party. “Let me take you upstairs and show you plain,” Ichigo smirked as he grabbed your hands to take you up the steps. You both stumbled up the stairs, laughing as you both tried to stay upright. You both finally made it to a room, got inside, and locked the door.

Ichigo pushed you on the bed as you spread your legs, and he got in between, smashing his lips back on yours. His lips were soft and warm as he explored your mouth. His hands roamed your body, exploring your curves and making you feel wanted. You felt your heart beating faster as you felt yourself getting lost in the moment.

Ichigo pushed your skirt up even more to get a glimpse at your red-laced underwear as he smirked back up at you. “You must want to get fucked tonight,” Ichigo smirked, licking your neck. You bit your lip and looked away, embarrassed. Ichigo leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Well, it looks like you're going to have to be a good girl for me, yeah?”

Ichigo pushed your panties to the side to feel your wet slit. “Fuck, you’re such a slut, getting wet from a little kissing, hm?”. Ichigo's fingers moved up and down, teasing your clit. You gasped and moaned; your body shuddered at Ichigo’s breath on your neck. “Please, wan your fingers,” you begged, bucking your hips into Ichigo’s hand.

Ichigo’s grin widened as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. He slowly slid his finger in and out of your hole, his thumb gently rubbing your clit. Your moans grew louder as you felt your hips moving in tandem. 

“Hnngh Ichi! I-I need more.” You whimpered, “Oh? What a greedy little whore you are, when you could barely take one finger.” Ichigo's voice was rough as he spoke, adding another finger stretching you further. You whined out in pleasure, your hand shooting to Ichigo’s wrist in an instant, his fingers never stopping as he pleasured you.

“Move your hand, girl; you got greedy, so swallow your pride and take it.” He growled as he moved his fingers faster. You gasped in pleasure, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. “Mm, yeah, that's a good girl,” Ichigo cooed as he curled his fingers, making you gasp and buck your hips. 

“I-Ichiii, ah! gonna cum-” You moaned, and your eyes rolled back as Ichigo continued to tease and pleasure you. You felt your body tense as your orgasm was creeping up on you; it felt like the breath in your lungs was getting stuck. All Ichigo had to do was pinch your clit just a little as you let out a loud cry as your body shook, and you came hard, pleasure radiating through every inch of your body. “That’s it, such a good little slut.” Ichigo took his fingers out to get a taste of your essence. 

“Turn around and get on your stomach.” You obeyed, feeling your heart pounding as Ichigo moved behind you. You can hear the belt cackle and clack as Ichigo pushes his jeans and boxers down, dragging you to the end of the bed. “I’ll be a gentleman and take it slow since y’re so pretty and delicate.” Ichigo grabbed your hips and thrust inside you, pushing in slowly and calculatingly, watching you to see how you would react. 

“Ngh! S-so full, Ichi!” You panted as Ichigo pushed inch by inch, making your cunt flutter and squeeze. Ichigo laughed, his hips bucking against yours as he fucked you hard and steady. “Fuck y’re so tight, f’me baby,” Ichigo sank his fingers into your waist as he started to pick up the pace.

“S’good Ichigo!” You moaned into the sheets, muffling your moans, something Ichigo didn’t like because you felt your head getting yanked up by your hair, your scalp burning a bit as you gasped. 

“Don’t hide your moans from me,” Ichigo hissed, spanking your ass as you cried out from the slight burn on your scalp and ass. “Daddy, fuckkk hah!” You screamed in pleasure as Ichigo pounded into you, your hips buckling up to meet his thrusts. You felt like you were going to explode as Ichigo's movements became faster and more intense. 

“Sh-shit, y’re such a slut fuckin’ back into me like that,” Ichigo groaned, his hand yanking your body up so that your back was touching his chest, his tip hitting your sweet spot easier. “Open yer’ mouth and stick that slutty tongue out for me,” Ichigo whispered in your ear.

You obeyed, your tongue protruding out of your mouth as Ichigo spat in your mouth, “Now swallow it.” You swallowed his saliva with a gasp, and he chuckled. “Fuck, yer such a whore for me,” he said, before pushing you back down on the bed and slapping your ass as his pace quickened. 

“Gonna cummmm” Your voice cracked as you gripped the sheets tighter in your hand, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hips stuttering to meet Ichigo’s rough thrust. “Fuck me too, baby, me too,” Ichigo moaned, his thrust getting sloppy. Ichigo bent over to see your glistening eyes as he bit his lip, he could bust just looking at your pretty face scrunched up just for him. 

“Yesyesyesyes!” You cried out. Ichigo leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss, his hips stuttering and slamming into you and his balls slapping into you uncontrollably. You moaned with pleasure, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. Ichigo felt you tighten around him, and you came with a loud cry of pleasure. “Fuck, so, so pretty baby,” Ichigo groaned.

“Shit, g’na give the slut just what she wants,” Ichigo panted as he kept thrusting, his orgasm quickly approaching. You whine from overstimulation; you feel Ichigo's body tense as he groans loudly as he comes, his body trembling with pleasure as he releases inside of you. His hips were still moving against you for a few moments to make sure his cum got inside, before pulling out and watching the cum ooze out. 

Ichigo collapsed next to you, exhausted. You lay there for a few moments, trying to catch your breath. “You owe me $50 for a plan B.” You side-eyed Ichigo as he looked back at you and chuckled. “I gotchu ma.” Ichigo slapped your ass once again before sitting up to grab his wallet.

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[pearlzier]

vampire!matt with a sweet girly girl

u have. an amazing brain did u know that 💓

he LOVES his girly girl so damn much, loves how accepting you are of him being a vampire and how you didn't start crying bloody murder the second you found out. he also wonders whether your blood tastes as sweet as you are, but he tries to keep that thought in the back of his head as much as he can ...... maybe one day you'd let him try, just a little. that he thinks about a lot. and your blood does taste sweet to him, due to all of those sweet smoothies and milkshakes you drink.

matt thinks you're a little too sweet sometimes, he thinks your pretty face and lacy outfits, lips smothered in gloss could give people the wrong idea. you're naive at times, very much so, so he has to step in at times. first off, you'd literally let him into your home after he'd stumbled in your yard—what was stopping you from doing it again? when you'd left your back door open one time, he'd told you, "gotta be more careful, sweetheart, you let me, a whole ass vampire in one time, next thing i know a fuckin' werewolf is gonna be walkin' in through that door,"

"...werewolves are real?" you stare at him, blinking for a moment. of course that's what you focused on.

"just—just lock the door, will you?"

you're sweet to the point of literally fucking up your sleep schedule and sleeping during the day just so you can go out with matt at night. it concerns him so bad but also makes his heart race at the fact you'd do that for him. the first few times you did it, you were practically falling asleep where you stood.

"we can go back if you want—" "no." your voice are the tiniest bit delayed and slurred from how tired you are but insistent nonetheless, and he simply eyes you for a minute before a fond smile adorns his lips, and he continues walking around the park with you with your fingers interlaced with his.

he gets a little self conscious over being a vampire sometimes, and feels like he doesn't deserve to be with someone as sweet as you, so he starts pulling away and being around you less in the hopes that you'll finally realise that you deserve something better. "i'm a vampire, a monster, you shouldn't even want to look at me, let alone date me."

"i've had exes bigger monsters than you, y'know that? you're far from it, dummy." and that gets him thinking two things: you're a fucking angel, and where the fuck were those exes, because he'd have to sort them out for you if they were that bad to you. he still doesn't think he deserves you, at all, but he starts thinking it less and less with how many times you tell him that he does.

you're super warm blooded, but especially compared to him. he's always so cold, due to being a vampire, and you hate it. not for yourself, you love cuddling up with him and clinging to him with no remorse. but for him, since you feel like it could get pretty annoying being freezing all the damn time. "you're literally shivering." you are, you're shaking the faintest bit against him. it's not obvious, but he completely notices with how attuned his senses are. "m'literally fine, matt. close your eyes, you're supposed to be sleeping," your eyes are squeezed shut, trying to sleep. though you're practically clinging to him to try get warmth, which you won't find but do so anyway, in your cute little pajamas.

or he's doing your makeup for you, as you'd requested, and his cold hand is grasping your face gently to steady you. "sit still, y'keep fidgetin', baby." you whine in return, pouting as you try to keep yourself still. he tries to hold off a laugh at the way you react, "we need to get you gloves," at that, he chuckles quietly, brows raising instinctively. as much as he loves you, he doesn't think so. "you're not makin' me wear gloves, no way in hell. gotta suck it up, i guess."

[steddieas-shegoes]

One more idea: the party realizing that Steddie is their role model for a healthy relationship due to how they interact with each other & the party. Like maybe they have a fight and the makeup & communication happens in front of Max. & Lucas sees Eddie joining Steve with his hobbies and Steve joining Eddie for his hobbies. Dustin seeing Eddie showcasing Steve's intelligence in a way he never would never have seen in any other way/situation. Mike & Will having a queer couple in love and functionally healthy.

EVERY TIME I SEE YOUR NAME FOR A REQUEST I'M CRACKING MY KNUCKLES AND GETTING READY TO GOOOOO! This was cute and fun and let me write short little bursts within one bigger thing which comes across as a nice quick read for people. I love things that just flow without being completely one thing? I don't know if that makes sense. I rarely do. Hopefully this does though! - Mickala ❤️

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“You never clean up after, Eds. I’m just asking for you to do the dishes after Hellfire!”

“I’m tired after so I leave them in the sink to do in the morning, it’s not my fault you wake up before me and wash them!”

Steve and Eddie had been arguing for about five minutes now, not even noticing that Max had walked into the room when she’d heard them bickering.

“It’s part of having people over. You have to clean up after them.”

“I know and I would if you would just let me do it in the morning!”

Max watched as they both got more visibly frustrated, Steve’s face turning red and Eddie’s fists clenched at his sides.

She was half expecting one of them to storm out or Eddie to throw his fist through the wall.

He’d never hurt Steve, but sometimes anger flies in any direction it can.

Sometimes that direction is a person’s face. Sometimes it’s a wall.

Max was familiar with both.

But they just kept staring at each other, and Max kept staring at them, waiting.

Then, Steve let out a small laugh, and Eddie let out a small laugh.

Max felt her jaw drop.

What the hell was happening?

“I get up so early. Why do I do that?” Steve asked as Eddie crowded closer to him.

“I can’t tell ya, especially when you leave me alone in bed, cold, afraid, crying for attention.”

Steve snorted at Eddie’s theatrics, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist so he could run his hands up and down his back.

“You could just get up with me sometimes. We could clean up together.”

“Can’t we do it at a reasonable hour?”

Max was so confused. They went from arguing to seconds away from making out, and they were joking about it?

“How about on the mornings after Hellfire I sleep in 30 minutes, and we get up to do the dishes together?”

“I wash, you dry?”

“Deal.”

Steve gave him a quick peck on the lips, but Eddie deepened it, pulling him against him and smiling into the kiss.

Max decided she’d seen enough, confusion causing her to turn from the room and join the rest of the party again.

Will noticed she seemed out of it when she sat down, nudging her shoulder and raising his brows in question.

“Just saw Steve and Eddie arguing. I think. I’m pretty sure?”

“Arguing? Did they break up?”

“No, not at all. They argued for a few minutes and then kissed and talked about it? I dunno, kinda weird.”

Will snorted.

“You mean kinda how people are supposed to solve things?”

Max pushed his shoulder and scowled.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“They’re pretty good together, I think.”

Max rolled her eyes, but gave him a small smile.

“Yeah, they are.

—--------

“Okay, so this is rich coming from me and all, but you gotta plant your feet more. It’ll help you keep a centered balance before you make the throw.”

Steve had been practicing with Lucas for almost an hour now, sweat pouring off of them both as the summer sun beat down on their skin.

Lucas tried again.

“Better! Let’s run the drill again, you come up the side, I’ll toss the ball while you run, then you shoot. If you keep your feet planted, it’ll go in.”

Lucas nodded and ran to the spot where Steve told him, which happened to be where Eddie was sitting, reading a book with Steve’s sunglasses on.

“Is he making you do it again? Jesus Christ.” Eddie pushed the sunglasses down and yelled to Steve. “What did Lucas do to piss you off?”

“Nothing! Just read your book!”

“I just don’t understand the sportsball thing. Practice is important, duh, but like, this is the same drill for an hour. How can this actually be helping?”

“Do you not rehearse songs over and over before performing them?”

“Speaking of rehearsing, I have to be doing that in the next 40 minutes. You promised you’d come today!”

Eddie slipped the sunglasses back on as Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled at where Eddie was lounging.

Lucas saw it all happen.

Eddie hated basketball. He hated all sports, actually.

But he was always out here with them when Steve was practicing with Lucas, and he always sat with Steve at Lucas’ games during the school year. He almost always sat on the couch with him when it was March Madness time, most of the kids not having the patience for it, but Wayne finding his way to Steve’s house often and smirking at his nephew suddenly taking an interest in a sport he never bothered to watch before.

And Steve.

Steve was always with Eddie for his band rehearsals, even the ones that were just messing around. He went to every show, even the ones that were in Indy. He even wore his own Metallica and Dio shirts so he could fit in a bit more, even though he much preferred the popular hits on the radio.

Lucas saw how they showed up for each other.

He saw that they did it because they loved each other, supported each other in everything.

He thought about how his dad would always watch his mom’s favorite movies on date nights, how his mom would go to baseball games with his dad.

He thought about Max learning how to play D&D because she wanted to spend more time with Lucas and how he learned how to skateboard so he could go to the park with her. He couldn’t keep up with her, but he could still try.

He smiled to himself as Steve yelled for him to start.

—--------

Dustin was trying to be patient.

It’s just that his brain worked so much faster than a lot of people’s and it was frustrating being the first one to arrive at a solution to a problem.

They were playing a mini-campaign at Eddie’s insistence, introducing Steve to D&D slowly.

This campaign was kind of a joke, but Dustin let it slide because he was so happy that Steve was joining.

But it was getting kind of ridiculous how easy some of the traps were, how little they really had to think about what to do.

Lucas and Max joined in, but none of the rest of Hellfire was here. Eddie didn’t want to intimidate Steve too much on his first try.

But this was supposed to be the Big Bad. And they were trying to leave it up to Steve to make a decision on how they’d all proceed, let him kind of get the idea of what works and what doesn’t.

It was easy. Dustin saw the clear way through. He knew Lucas and Max could too.

Eddie was just waiting patiently for Steve.

“So we can’t go around the rocks because there’s nowhere to step outside of the poisonous lake. And we can’t jump because there’s low hanging vines that can sense when they’re touched.”

Eddie nodded, proud that Steve was catching up.

Dustin was losing his patience.

“Is there a reason we can’t just take the bad guy with us?”

What?

“What?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed for a moment.

“How would you do that?”

He can’t be serious.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dustin, shut up for a minute.”

“Well, it just seems that all he wants is a part of the diamond treasure, right? He doesn’t want to kill us or hurt us, he just doesn’t want to lose his prize because of us.”

“Go on.”

Dustin was blinking at Eddie. No way could he really be letting Steve think like this.

“So since my charm is so high, I could just convince him to come with us, give him some of the diamonds, and send him on his way.”

“And what if he decides when you get there that he wants them all?”

“Isn’t there a diamond sword there?”

“That’s the legend, yes.”

“Then we could use the diamond sword to kill him. It can kill anything.”

Dustin snapped his mouth shut.

Hm.

Okay.

“What if the sword isn’t there?”

“Lucas still has his potion that makes anyone who drinks it fall asleep. If he turns on us, we offer him a drink before we go, slip the potion in, and he falls asleep so we can escape with the diamonds.”

Well.

Color Dustin surprised.

Steve had thought of everything. He’d come up with a plan, a backup plan, and a backup to the backup plan in only a couple of minutes.

Eddie beamed at Steve.

“Roll for charisma, my liege.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but rolled as Eddie asked.

“16! Plus 10 means 26. Is that good?”

Dustin was bouncing in his seat.

“That’s awesome! There’s no way he won’t be charmed to come with us.”

“Dustin’s correct!”

As Eddie continued with the campaign, Lucas nudged Dustin.

“Hey, Steve’s pretty good. You think he’d play a real campaign?”

“I hope so. None of us would have thought to charm him. Or remembered the diamond sword.”

He hated to admit it, but Steve had shown that he was incredibly smart, had paid attention from the beginning, and remembered everything Eddie had thrown at them.

He wouldn’t doubt Steve ever again, even if it took him a little longer to get there.

—--------

Mike stormed into the trailer, Will following behind him with tears in his eyes.

“Mike, wait!”

“No! You told me we didn’t have to tell anyone yet, and now you want to tell the whole party? No!”

Eddie walked in his living room from his bedroom, hair a mess from, well, activities.

“Uh. What’s going on?”

Mike turned to Eddie, face red, hair windblown like he’d run here.

“Will is pressuring me to come out!”

“No I’m not! I was just asking if he thought he would be ready to tell a few people soon! It’s okay if he says no.”

Will was about five seconds from crying and Eddie could not handle it if Will cried.

“Steve! I need backup! Now!” He yelled towards the bedroom, hoping Steve had enough common sense to get fully dressed before coming to see what was going on.

When he came down the hall, Eddie let out a breath of relief.

“What’s wrong?”

He looked at Will and Mike, how they weren’t facing each other but clearly wanted to.

“Apparently, Will asked if Mike was ready to come out to a select group of people and Mike thought he was pressuring him.”

“Ah. Been there.”

Mike and Will’s heads snapped to Steve.

“You have?”

“When?”

Eddie laughed.

“You think I wanted to keep it quiet that I managed to land the King of Hawkins High? No way in hell. I wanted to tell everyone immediately. All of you, all of my friends in the band, Wayne. Stevie here was against it though. Said he didn’t want to come out until he ‘got a read on everyone’.”

Steve shook his head.

“Yeah, yeah. I took my time. But I started to feel bad that Eddie was waiting on me. I loved him and he loved me, and I knew anyone he wanted to tell loved us.”

“So you gave in?”

Steve tilted his hand back and forth.

“A little. We told Wayne first as a test run. Eddie had been out to him for years, so he knew he would take it okay. After he did, we told the guys in the band.”

“And then you told us.”

“Actually! Steve didn’t want to tell any of you.”

“What?”

Steve and Eddie couldn’t help but notice the way Will and Mike were crowding closer together as they all spoke.

“Yeah, I kinda just didn’t want to have to do a big reveal. Figured it would be easier to just let you all figure it out.”

“I told him how much of a very bad idea that was. How hurt you all would be if you found out we were hiding anything.”

“Oh,” Mike said, looking down at the floor. “But it was to protect yourselves.”

“Yeah. And maybe it was the right call. But really we have the most supportive bunch of assholes around, his worry was kind of silly.”

“But what if they tell?”

“Well, that is risky. But they haven’t told anyone about us that didn’t already know, right?”

Mike looked at Will.

“Right.”

“Listen, the world sucks for people like us. It’s not easy having to have date nights as a group so no one gets suspicious or stay home so we can hold hands. It sucks,” Steve said as he grabbed Eddie’s hand. “But we know we can be ourselves around everyone in the party. And that makes things a lot easier.”

Mike was quiet as Will smiled over at Steve and Eddie.

“I didn’t mean to rush you, Mike. I just really want to be able to hold your hand at movie nights. Like we do when it’s just us, ya know?”

“Yeah.” Then Mike seemed to grow a bit more confident, puffing his chest out a bit and nodding. “Yeah, let’s tell them.”

He started to walk out of the trailer and Will’s eyes widened.

“Wait, now?”

“Yes, let’s go!”

“Uh.” Will turned to throw a wave at Steve and Eddie. “Thank you?”

“Anytime, Will the Wise,” Eddie said as Will left the trailer.

He turned to Steve and smirked at him, wrapping one arm around his waist to pull him closer.

“It’s really hot how you parent the kids.”

“Oh yeah? How hot?”

“I might need to tell you in the bed.”

���Ohhhh.” Eddie picked Steve up and walked him to their bedroom.

They didn’t bat an eye when they went to the next movie night and saw Will and Mike holding hands on the couch.

[tvwebs]

CRIMSON SMOKE (one-shot)

Warnings: no smut, male reader, goth!reader, might be occ, can be any Deadpool media, smoking

notes;;

• he calls you 'spooky'

• no use of Y/n

• established relationship

• quite short ig

a/n: tried to do a new style

It's been a month since you and Wade became official. You like the guy, you think he's hilarious! And so far, everything is quite nice. Wade is incredibly sweet in his own way- yeah sure the 3AM texts with memes are annoying but you appreciate the thought.

Tonight you were sitting at your usual hang out place, the local cemetery, you know this looks bad but it's calming and to know that these people had hopes, dreams, a life. It's sad but..somehow it's nice to think about (somewhat cause that's just plain creepy) but of course Wade doesn't get it.

He disturbs your philosophy thinking with smoking time with his voice. "Y'know if I knew sooner that you were into these type of places I would've called you on a date for a movie night, the movie would be ghost busters." He teased as he breaks the silence, his tone was laced with affection and somewhat sarcasm. He strolls up to your signature spot and sits beside you under that tree you really like- you roll your eyes the comment he made.

You look at him to continue the sudden conversation he started. "Well, I guess it's just me that's a bit freaky huh?" Wait that came out wrong. Your expression now expressing that cringed confusion. Wade finds it funny though (someone please take internet slang away from him)

"don't worry, bae" we match each other's freak quite nicely." Somebody stop him. You cringe at that while holding your cigarette between your fingers, Wade chuckles. "You're quite weird Wade." And you respect that. Despite Wades childish, dirty minded, idiotic antics you find comfort in just being with him, talking to him. It was calming more than anything

"never thought I would've seen you right back here again Spooky." He said as he jokingly called you 'spooky' he says it's a replacement for 'pookie'

"of course I am, I thought you liked my whole goth style." You teased a bit before taking a huff on your cigarette, Wade might've just gained another bone right there and there.

He responds with "Oh I do babe, I think that it's funny that you're playing into it. Your practically an old 2010s cartoon goth!" He joked without any ill intend. 'huh, guess I am practically one huh?' you think to yourself. You think of a comeback to his comment.

"well- at least I'm not some edgy ninja oc." You said trying to act cool, not working and plus that comeback was WEAK. Wade laughs at you.

"you gotta try harder then that spooky~!" He teased. He pokes your cheek teasingly as you're embarrassed by it. You push him away, making him land on the floor.

"Ow, but how forward of you!" He said happily. "But in all seriousness babe, I find your goth aesthetic really hot. I've gotta hand it to ya, you really are committed to this goth thingy, I mean it's straight out of a tim Burton dream..but sexier." You raise your eye brow at him

"what?"

"you're hot."

You roll your eyes at him, AGAIN. He's ridiculous, an idiot even. He moves closer to you and puts his arm around you romantically. "This is such a cool concept fic.." he commented against the authors will. You look at him confused, he's always on something.

You pull out your cigarette box and get a cig. "You wanna..?" You asked patiently at Wade. He stares at you for a moment, before tugging a smirk in the corner.

"Trying to corrupt me emo prince?" Ugh you hate it when he calls you that. "Oh the shame, you are promoting smoking..don't do what they do guys." You look at him annoyed and confused.

"you could've just said, no." He chuckles at your comment. You ignore that chuckle and just start smoking a new cig, Wade just admires you, your expression, your makeup, your outfit, basically everything. You leaned your head onto his shoulder a little tired.

"tired, spooky?" He asked teasingly you respond with a 'uh-huh' causing him to smile a bit under that mask. He pulls you into his chest and he starts caressing your head "yeah..that's what happens when you're awake at 3am and go to the graveyard." He sarcastically says and you groan in annoyance and tiredness

"so where do you wanna sleep tonight? My place or your place?" He asked curiously, you just shrug as you rub your eyes.

"what's closer, I guess.." you respond.

"So my place then?" He said with a smug smirk under his stupid mask. He pulls away your cigarette, and just kisses your forehead under the mask.

[gottagetback2u]

✰ ateez doing ur makeup!

warnings: boyfriend ateez makes me very lonely. lighthearted joking! cursing, emojis used. established relationships! don’t expect too much from these boys lol. inconsistent use of correct spelling.

gotta match it up with the skz one 😋

-✰ seonghwa

im gonna guess that this man has memorized his own routine that the makeup department does for him, so doing ur makeup is no problem. he is honestly so good. u sometimes ask him to do ur base when ur tired bc he’s just that good. will take his sweet time with u, his boba eyes just holding so much attention to ur face 🥹

-✰ hongjoong

SURPRISE SURPRISE. this man is not tHAT good, i will say, but it’s the effort that he puts in that takes him up a notch. will definitely want to do something edgy, like black smudged eyeshadow all around ur lids, harsh contour and a lip color that stands out. nothing is perfect, but he’s so passionate about it! (if u ask nicely, he will try is best to do something more “soft”)

-✰ yuhno

menace. more than u think. it will start out with soft stares and compliments to ur complexion, until he gets to the “hard parts”. eye makeup is not his thing. will put a bright blue all over ur lids messily, stating that he just wants u to “try something different”. will be laughing the whole time too 😐

-✰ yeosang

another member that i think is surprisingly good! the application might not be the best (will put foundation on a brush before he puts it on ur skin 🥲), but he will blend it all the way out! even if it does look cakey at the end, he’s like “ur skin never looks like this, what did i do wrong :/“

-✰ san

tell him what to do, and he will try his best! it may seem unlikely, but he is really good at following directions 😭 especially if u show him an example first! wants to do his best for u, so will constantly ask u over and over “is this ok? it looks bad doesn’t it 😕” reassure him pls!

-✰ mingi

a mess. he’s more nervous about messing up than anything,, he just wants to do a good job for u :( if u ask him, he will INSIST that it has to start out with just concealer and powder, until he works his way up to a full face. u guys have a schedule once a week that he practices on u :’) quality time 😫😫

-✰ wooyoung

so sassy with it. doesn’t even want ur help, just brags about how he has seen it all before and knows what to do. next thing u know, powder contour is going on before foundation and he’s constantly putting more concealer over everything to “fix it”

-✰ jongho

doesn’t even want to do it. “who said this is a thing ur bf has to do 🤨” but, when u beg him for a bit, he lets up, agreeing to doing anything other than foundation. he has confidence in ur eye makeup, and if he messes up, just covers it with ur “sparkly eye stuff”. honestly turns out wearable and kinda cute! don’t ask again tho, he will say no

masterlist!

taglist: @strawberrimarchi

[welcomingdisaster]

follow up to the voiceover post: how well various silm ships would do with the "my partner does my makeup" challenge:

finwë/miriel: once again perfect score, extra credit, 11/10. finwe softens miriel's look a little bit and miriel definitely adds extra flourishes, but it looks artistic and purposeful & quite well-done.

tuor/idril: 8/10. a lot of their early flirting was predicated on idril helping the newcomer to court get down the mannerisms/outfits/make-up, so it's definitely not their first time. that said, he's only had a mortal lifetime to practice (compared to her 500+ years) and thus loses some points of execution.

feanel: 7/10. both look quite nice, but neither is fully satisfied with it.

russingon: 5/10. despite all expectations, maedhros pays enough attention to re-create fingon's favorite looks quite well. he is however very ticklish and immediately elbows fingon in the nose when it's time to switch.

finrod/beor: 1/10 for the actual makeup looks, 8/10 for the earnest resulting conversations about cultural exchange and linguistics.

curufin/curufin's wife: 2/10. it looks quite nice but they're both having an absolutely awful time. she has just fit in a jab about his father and he's blaming her for their son leaving. let's close the door.

thingol/melian: disqualified for excessive use of magic.

daemags: 6/10. daeron assumes it's easy, gets frustrated mid-way through eyeliner, and writes some kinda poetry over maglor's bare chest instead. maglor does a nice job and then immediately smudges everything by jumping daeron's bones. extra points for commentary about the impermanence of art, i guess

miriel/indis: 9/10 indis has been sitting still while miriel paints her face for so long it's gotta be some kinda kink thing. looks nice though

beren/luthien: 8/10. not sure what's gonna happen but it's for sure gonna be cute

[nctsplug02]

heyyy!! can i ask johnny and reader having a heated argument and johnny got really hurt from what the reader said while arguing, and maybe smut in the end hehe,, thank uuu sm

[7:31PM]

GENRE: fluff, angst, and smut

WARNINGS: arguing, blowjob, facefuck, crying, jealousy, possessiveness, and praising.

you were angry with johnny frankly because he invited you to a party last minute— where his ex would be.

you normally aren’t insecure— you’re actually quite confident but with her, you felt like you couldn’t be yourself. you felt like you had to be better because she was an absolute goddess.

“you’re making this such a big deal, baby. let’s just go to the party and ignore her.” johnny was buttoning up his button up.

“johnny, it is a big deal. you wouldn’t understand because you aren’t in my position. you dated her for two years and even engaged her at one point so, yes. it is a big deal, johnny.” you couldn’t bring yourself into changing into your dress.

you picked out a basic blue dress with a long slit running up the leg. you were hyped to put it on and get all dolled up until johnny brought up his ex being there.

“baby, just put your dress on and let’s go. we’re just going there for a bit for some drinks. loosen up a bit, baby.” johnny walks away from the bathroom and to you. “here, help me with my tie, yeah?” he holds out his black tie in his hand.

you turn to him, looking down at his hand and then back at his eyes. “no.” johnny tilts his head. “okay, i’ll do it mysel—?” you sigh, placing your hands on your hips. “i mean, no i’m not going to the party.” johnny turns backs and tilts his head, again. “what? baby, you have to. people’ll think—?”

“i don’t care, johnny. i’m not going. go by yourself— better yet, ask evelyn if she isn’t going with a plus one and if she isn’t, go with her. i’m not going somewhere where i’m just going to be insecure and silent.”

johnny clears his throat and tosses his tie on the bed. “okay, so we’re not going. that’s fine.” johnny starts to unbutton his top as he walks to the bathroom.

you roll your eyes and leave the room.

an hour rolled by and you felt bad that you’d made johnny stay. but, it wasn’t like you held him at gun point and forced him to stay, he decided so himself.

but, you felt like you were in the wrong for not wanting to go just because of his ex.

you sigh and stand up from the couch, walking upstairs to the bedroom. it was empty so you went to his office where he sat on his office chair with his back facing the door and his face facing the window. he was on the phone talking to god knows who.

“nah, y/n wanted to stay. she was feeling a bit self conscious because of evelyn being in the same room as her.”

who was he talking to and why was he and the other person talking about you?

“don’t say that,” johnny laughs and sighs. “but, i guess it’s a bit true. evelyn does have better head skills— i could say y/n needs a bit more practice with her gagging skills. but, that’s not why y/n is s—?” johnny turns to see you standing by the door with hurt smacked all over your face.

“wow, thanks johnny. i think i’ll go the party— by myself.” you clarify and johnny gulps. “uh, hey man, i gotta go.” johnny says and hangs up.

“baby, you weren’t supposed to hear that.” you shrug, struggling to keep your chin from wobbling. “i don’t think i ever was, huh.” and with that, you close the door and march to the bedroom you share with him.

you yank your dress off the bed and you undress yourself before slipping it over your head and fixing it. “y/n, let me explain.” you collect all of your hair above your head and twist it up into a bun. “no need, johnny. i think i’ve heard enough.”

johnny lets out a sigh while watching you touch up your makeup. “y/n, you’re not going to that party.” you continue dabbing the cream blush on your cheeks. “mm,” you hum. “yeah.. yeah, i think i am.” you close the compact and search for your purse.

“let me get my tie—?” johnny attempts to grab his tie but you put a hand on his chest. “i’m sorry, i remember stating that i was gonna go alone.” johnny sighs, once again. “you’re not going by yourself.”

“yes, i am. i’ll find a different date. maybe i’ll practice my blowjob skills and gag reflex on him.” you grab your bag and walk past him. “y/n, don’t say that, please.”

when you swipe your heels and keys off the table, johnny grabs your wrist. “you’re staying your pretty little ass home, do you understand?” your eyes gave the same stare as his, annoyance. “i am not staying home, i am going to that—?”

you gasp when being turned and then pressed up against the table. your hot breath fogging up a little pat of the mirror in front of you.

“g—get off me.” you grunt, struggling to be released from his hold. “you’re not going to the party. you want to learn how to control your gag reflex, im right here, baby. i’m the only man you’re ever sleeping with— both sexually and non sexually. my cock is the only cock you’ll ever suck, choke, and gag on. nobody else’s. why? because, you’re mine. don’t use that “i’ll find another man” bullshit on me. i will make you regret it.”

you roll your eyes and attempt to fight johnny off. “you’ll make me regret? how so? you gonna beat me like how you did to those other guys who touched me and made comments about me?” johnny softly chuckles as he brings his lips to your ear. “i wouldn’t do such thing to you. but, i’d tie you to the bed and force many orgasms even if you can’t handle it.”

your knees buckled and your panties damped with arousal. “i—im going to the party.. wether you like it.. or not.” you push your hips back causing your ass to crash into his crotch. “fuck—!” johnny lets go of you in shock, with a hiss and stumbles to his knees.

“oh, my god! babe, i’m so sorry!” you cup johnnys face as he kneels below you. johnny brings his hands up to your wrists and suddenly yanks you into his arms. “j—johnny!” you gasp when feeling johnny stand up with his shoulder pressing against your abdomen.

“l—let go of me! i’m going to the party, johnny suh!” you then let out a shriek when johnny drops you on the bed. “you are not going to that party— do you hear me, y/n?” you shudder a gasp when johnny grabs ahold of your jaw.

you nod and johnny smirks. “you don’t know how to listen, hm?” you shake your head as johnny lets your jaw go. “may this be a lesson.” johnny reaches the closet and disappears for a few seconds.

“oh, no.” you mutter when johnny comes back with two boxes stacked on one another. “johnny, im sorry,” you begin to pull off your dress. “i’m not gonna go, i change my mind.”

johnny softly chuckles as he sets the boxes down and digs through them. “it’s a bit too late for that, baby. i’ve made my mind up already. you’re punishment is settled for the night.” you mentally slap yourself for getting yourself into this mess.

you drop your hands and fall back onto the mattress, sighing and covering your face with your palms. “fine, i deserve it. just hurry and give it to me.” johnnys lips quirk at your acceptance. “mmm,” he mocks you from earlier making you annoyed. “ no, i think im gonna take my time with you.”

“johnny, baby, im sorry. i really am.” your hands fly off your face when johnny grabs the behind of your knees, pulling you to where he was and then flipping you on your belly.

“i know you are, baby.” johnny pushes up your dress and runs his hands amongst the soft flesh of your ass. “and, so am i.” you were confused on what he meant by his apology. “i never should’ve said that to jaehyun— about your blowjob skills. it was wrong of me. very wrong of me. what i said is unforgivable but i hope you can forgive me after this.”

you wince at his apology and at the tightness in your wrists as johnny wraps and tightens the silk rope around your wrists. “t—too tight.” you bite your lip and fight the pain. johnny grabs another silk rope and gathers your ankles together, he uses the rope to tie your ankles together.

“you can handle a little pain, can’t you?” johnny whispers into your ear and you relax a bit. “y—yes.” you say with a nod.

johnny picks you up and sets you on the floor, knees pinned to the ground with your hands behind your back. your beautiful glistening eyes pleading to him as he stares down at you with satisfaction and hunger.

johnny grabs his belt and begins to undo it. you and johnny both don’t destroy the eye contact, instead keeping it strong. your eyes almost tear away from johnnys when hearing a thud caused from his belt.

“open up, baby.” johnny says with his hand wrapped around his cock. you gulp and look down at his hand, it was wrapped around his cock, softly jerking it while staring you down.

you open your mouth with no hesitation and johnny smirks. “so, now you’re listening?” your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

johnny adds a bend in his knees and dips the tip of his cock into your mouth. he groans and tips his head back when feeling your tongue immediately working around his tip.

“fuck.” he curses under his breath while you bob your head. you moan around his thickness and allow your eyes to flutter in pleasure.

you pause at his tip with heavy breathing until shoving your throat back around his cock. johnnys jaw ticks at the sight of you gagging around him. your eyes swelling and tears slipping down your temples.

you whimper when johnny grabs ahold of your head, his fingers finding a good grip on your scalp. you pause, his dominance taking over.

“suck it real good for me, baby.” his hands move your head at the same pace you went before. “breathe through your nose for me.” more tears slip past your temples.

johnny can’t contain himself, his horny thoughts take over and his hands grip both sides of your head. johnny pulls out leaving you breathless. “stick your tongue out for me, baby.” you stick out your tongue and johnny gives a satisfied smirk.

“good.. remember, breathe through your nose.” johnny slips his cock back in place making the feeling feel more awkward. you sit more up on your knees when feeling johnny thrusts his hips as if your mouth was your cunt.

“ummphh.” you groan through a gag while johnny growls under his breath. “that’s it, baby.” johnny exhales and bites his lips before holding your head in place. “breathe through your nose.” johnny whispers, softly bucking his hips while shooting his load down your throat.

“mmph.” you groan as johnny finally releases you and holds your head up. “you okay, baby? did i go too hard?” your throat felt used and clear. “need water?” you nod and johnny leans down, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead before tucking himself away.

“let’s untie you before i get you some water, okay?” you nod and johnny lifts you on the bed. he undoes the ropes and tosses it in the box. “i’ll be right back, okay? i’m gonna go get you some water.” he exits the room and returns within a few seconds.

he tilts your jaw up and brings the glass to your lips, slowly letting the water fall into your mouth. “i’m gonna massage your wrists and ankles, okay?” you shake your head. “they aren’t sore.” your voice softly cracks and johnny tucks the loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

“okay, do you want to watch a movie, then?” you shake your head. “no, im tired. i wanna sleep.” johnny nods and lays you back, grabbing the heavy weighted blanket and laying it on your body.

“i’ll cook you the best breakfast tomorrow, yeah?” you snuggle into his chest and smile. “shirtless?” johnny laughs and presses a kiss on your forehead. “yes, shirtless.” he confirms.

[kissorkill16]

When We Were Once Happy: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: A story before Trinity moved to Raven Brooks.

Chapter 20

3 weeks went by before Mr. Peterson was finally done with his latest creation, and was ready for the grand opening.

When Aaron texted the good news to Nicky, he practically flew off his seat in excitement.

Now here the Roth family was, getting ready to go to Golden Apple Amusement Park, the first amusement park they've ever been to. Nicky was impatiently standing by the door, stomping his foot and crossing his arm.

"Mom, hurry up! I want to get there in time to ride the new coaster!"

"Just give me a minute, Nicky. I'm still putting on my makeup."

Nicky had to hold back the urge to groan. He was too excited to wait any longer, he had promised Mr. Peterson that he'd be there in time, and he wanted to keep that promise. Another good thing about this was that Bubba wasn't coming, not like she wanted to come anyway.

Luanne finally made her way down the stairs. "Alright, I'm ready."

Jay ran to the front door after her. "Me too, I just had to finish my Ding Dongs."

Luanne rolled her eyes, "Of course your sweets come first before anything.", she said. "Now, have you both used the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Does everyone have deodorant on?"

"Yes."

"Do we have everything we need before we leave?"

"Yes!"

"Okay then, now let's go."

On the way there, Nicky could barely stop shaking from so much excitement. He kept thinking about all of the fun things he and his friends would do when he got there. Riding rides, eating candy, playing games, and winning prizes. It was going to be the best day ever, he could tell.

About half an hour later, they finally made it, and Nicky practically bolted out of the car. But Luanne grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Honey, you need sunscreen.", she said, squeezing the bottle of white lotion and rubbing it on her son's face.

"Mom!", Nicky complained, his face turning red.

"It's always important to wear sunscreen on such a hot day like this.", she said.

Finally, after a face full of sunscreen later, they finally walked through the golden gates of Golden Apple Amusement Park.

Everything was so massive and shiny, like it was made of actual gold. It was beautiful.

Despite the beautiful scenery, Nicky was only focused on one thing, finding his friends and having some fun.

Jay and Luanne sat down at a nearby table, and Nicky ran off to find his friends.

"We'll be right here, just text us if you need us, Narf!", said Jay.

Nicky nodded at him before running off again.

The kid found his friends on a park bench, sitting near the carousel. He immediately waved at them, and they waved him over to join them.

"So glad you could make it, Nicky.", said Aaron.

"Yeah, I'm so excited. This is like, my first time at an amusement park."

Everyone looked at him surprised, like he just grew a tail.

"What?", asked Nicky.

"You've never been to an amusement park? Where have you been living all this time, under a rock?", Maritza asked, incredulously.

Nicky looked down at his feet and rubbed his arm.

Mya took his hand and pulled him onto the carousel. "Well we're here to make sure you have the best time of your life. Come ride the carousel with me!", she said, positioning herself on her mechanical horse.

Nicky positioned himself soon after, and the carousel started to ride them in circles, making such soft and energetic music.

"This is nice.", Nicky thought to himself, smiling softly.

When Nicky and Mya were done with the carousel, the group of friends went to the hammer and bell, the first one they put to test it out was Nicky, of course.

"This is easy, Nick. All you gotta do is hit the bell with the hammer. Seem easy enough?", asked Maritza.

Nicky shrugged. "I guess.", he said. He lifted the hammer high over his head, and slammed it down on the bell. However, it didn't make it very far.

"Sorry, I don't have much upper body strength.", he said. Maritza playfully rolled her eyes and took the hammer, "Let me show you how it's done, my friend.", she said.

She raised the hammer high over her head, and practically slammed it down on the bell, and the ding sound definitely sounded out.

"Yeah! That's what I'm fucking talking about!", she said. A man showed up with a giant teddy bear and gave it to Maritza.

The kids played so many more games after that. They played the apple basket toss, ring toss, leap frog, Cornhole, guessing booth, prize punch board, water gun race, cake walk, and balloon darts.

They all rode the Ferris wheel together. With Aaron next to Nicky, Enzo next to Ivan, Maritza next to Mya.

Up on the Ferris wheel, Nicky was completely mesmerized by the sight of the ground. How small everyone looked from up high, it was so cool.

"Having a nice time so far?", asked Aaron.

"The best time of my life.", replied Nicky. Then he looked up and turned to Aaron, "Do you know where Lucy is?", he asked.

"I think she's off somewhere playing games with her parents.", Aaron replied. "But we're all totally riding the ride together, and Lucy said she'd be here in time for the grand opening."

"Great. I totally can't wait!"

When the kids finally got off the Ferris wheel, they all saw Lucy at a nearby concession stand, a balloon tied on her wrist. Nicky immediately ran to her, "Lucy!", he said. Lucy turned her head to see Nicky, and she smiled and ran to her friend.

"I told you guys I'd be here.", she said.

"Nice balloon.", said Nicky, pointing to her red balloon.

"Thanks. I bought it with my Golden Apple coin.", she said. "What do you guys want to do?"

"We were about to go get some candy, and we're in a hurry! We gotta get to the golden apples before they run out!", said Mya, hopping up and down.

Lucy's eyes sparkled. "Oh! We better go!", she said, running to the candy stand.

The kids followed soon after.

The kids sat down, eating a whole bunch of snacks. Hot dogs, pizza, chips, chicken legs, corn dogs, and everyone's favorite, golden apples.

Mya held a sparkling wrapped candy to Nicky, "This is a golden apple. Try it, it's very good."

Nicky unwrapped the foil, and put the candy in his mouth. It's like the whole world exploded in colors. It was so sweet, but also sour, and it was crunchy and juicy, almost like a normal apple.

"This is amazing!", Nicky said, his hands flapping around like a baby bird.

"I told you. You want more? We got more than enough for everyone.", said Mya. Nicky nodded so fast.

A few snacks later, the kids could barely sit up straight from being so bloated. Nicky was so hyped on sugar and could barely sit down, was this what a sugar high felt like?

Just then, kids started running somewhere to the other side of the park, all screaming "IT'S HERE! IT'S HERE!", Nicky stopped running around and turned in the direction of where they were running to. It was all so crowded, and he could barely see. Before he could tell any of his friends, they were already up and running to the crowd.

"Come on, Nicky!", Aaron called out, Nicky ran behind the group.

The kids pushed their way to the front of the crowd. The first thing they saw was the mayor and Mr. Peterson, out of his usual argyle sweater, and in a freshly washed tuxedo.

The mayor held the microphone to his lips. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, kids of all ages, welcome to Golden Apple Amusement Park. You've all been waiting for it, hell, I've been waiting for it, and here it is. Before our very eyes. But before we announce the name of the ride, let's give a round of applause to the world famous engineer and theme park designer, Theodore Masters Peterson!"

Mr. Peterson stepped onto the stage, waving to the crowd as it clapped and squealed with excitement.

The mayor handed the microphone to Mr. Peterson.

"Thank you very much.", he said to the mayor, before turning back to the audience. "Now, this creation, unlike any other, is named after the one thing this park has to offer. Before I made this, I've noticed that there's no rollercoaster in this park, so I thought I'd change that. I've dropped many hints. It involves an apple, a rotten apple. Now let's get this show on the road.", he said, stepping back, and opening the gate to the coaster.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...", everyone waited with baited breath. "Rotten Core!"

The gate to the rollercoaster opened, and everyone applauded and excitedly squealed so hard, they could've started an earthquake.

The rollercoaster was large, had many twists and turns throughout the tracks, and on the tallest part of the track was a golden apple, with a hole and track going through it.

Nicky took out his phone and texted his parents, "I'm going on the new rollercoaster, I'll text you when I get off.", then he put his phone back in his pocket, but not before a hand grabbed it.

"You don't need to text us when we're right behind you, Narf.", it was his parents. Jay put Nicky's phone in his pocket, "We'll hold your phone until you get off the ride.", he said.

"And I've checked for any nearby trash cans and bathrooms in case you feel like throwing up.", said Luanne, and Nicky's face turned red.

"Geez, Mom! Announce it to the whole world why don't you?!", Luanne rolled her eyes and gave Nicky a kiss on his forehead.

"Have fun, sweetie.", she said.

Nicky ran to the coaster, along with all of his other friends. They all sat down in the cars, holding their hands on the metal bars, and Lucy tied her balloon string on her bar.

"You ready, sweetie?", asked Mr. Yi.

"A little nervous, but yes.", replied Lucy.

Mr. Yi smiled at his daughter, "It's alright, honey. Me and your mother will be watching. We'll be right here when you get off.", he said, giving Lucy a thumbs up.

Lucy gave her father a thumbs up back, still smiling nervously.

Mr. Yi stepped back and let the ride operator do his work, and soon enough, the carts started to move.

Nicky's heart started beating rapidly, and he didn't even realize he was hyperventilating until Aaron held his hand.

"What's the matter?", he asked.

"Nothing, Aaron. I'm just really nervous. This is just my first time on a rollercoaster.", Nicky replied, trying to steady his breathing.

Aaron squeezed his friend's hand, "It's going to be alright, Nicky. You'll be okay.", he said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Nicky smiled back, and tried to focus forward on the tracks.

The carts moved upwards on the hill of tracks, making the kids struggle to sit up. Then they were at the top, and suddenly, the carts stopped.

"What's going on? Why're we stopping?", Nicky asked, trying not to freak out.

"Dude, calm down. We're getting to the best part of the ride.", said Maritza in the cart ahead of him, and pointing to the front of the tracks.

Everyone in the carts put their hands up in unison.

Nicky turned to look at Aaron, "You're supposed to put your hands up for more fun.", he said. Nicky hesitated for a moment, but he eventually put his hands up.

Then he felt the wind being knocked out of him.

The carts jerked forward and now they were moving as fast as racecars, going in the same twists and turns on the tracks. Everyone screamed with excitement, everyone on the coaster was having the best time of their lives.

Nicky could barely keep himself together, he was feeling something in between a mix of fear and excitement. Maybe it was one or the other, or maybe it was both, he couldn't tell as he screamed. Either way, he was screaming so much.

"THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!", screamed Maritza.

"I'M GOING TO PUKE!", screamed Enzo.

"IT'S GOING SO FAST!!!", screamed Ivan.

All of the kids were screaming at each other as the carts started to go faster and faster than the moment before that, and it was starting to scare Nicky.

"IS THIS PART OF THE RIDE?", he asked Aaron.

"I DON'T KNOW!", Aaron replied, almost sounding as scared as Nicky.

"I'M SCARED!", screamed Lucy, holding onto the metal bar with her balloon.

Soon, the cars started moving faster than the speed of light. The speed became too much for any of the kids to handle, and everyone on the ground was panicking and trying to get the ride to stop.

Nicky was panicking the most out of the other kids, "I want to get off! I want to get off!", he kept screaming in his head.

"I WANT TO GET OFF!", Lucy screamed, "HELP! SOMEONE HELP! SOMEONE STOP THIS RIDE!"

By some miracle, the ride operator found the emergency brake, and pulled it so hard it could've come off.

However, the carts didn't stop, instead, they broke off the tracks and started flying off high into the sky. Before anyone knew it, the carts dropped all the way into a forest full of trees.

The last thing Nicky heard before everything went dark was Lucy's high-pitched, earth shattering scream.

[number1mingyustan]

Bittersweet(Chapter 10–All Falls Down)||k.mgyu + j.ww

Genre: neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

Warnings: kissing, angst, grinding, fingering (f.), oral (m.), marking, cursing, alcohol consumption, fighting, mentions of puking, i probably missed something there's so much that happens

Summary: in which everything comes crashing down

Word Count: 4.5k

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(a/n: finally got this posted)

You're really not one to eavesdrop, but when Sora closes her locker and brings up Mingyu, you can't help but listen.

"I don't know Sohee, it's like really weird. Mingyu and I haven't had sex yet and I'm getting kind of impatient," Sora says.

As much as you disliked the girl, she was absolutely right. Mingyu and Sora have been dating for about a month now and they haven't had sex yet? Mingyu going weeks without getting laid? Something was off.

Of course, you wouldn't really know. You've hardly spoken to Mingyu in the past few weeks. You could feel him slipping away slowly, but your conversation on your birthday confirmed everything. It was hard not to notice the odd tension when it first started. You both knew things would be different after you finally got with Wonwoo, but you hadn't expected it to be this different.

You haven't had a full conversation with him in nearly a month and it bothered you. He hardly made eye contact with you whenever you were within 10 feet of him. The most you got were half-assed greetings when you were with Wonwoo or another member of the team and Mingyu happened to be there. Besides that, all you got from him was radio silence.

"I thought you guys hooked up at Seungchol's like two months ago?" Sohee questions.

Sora sighs and leans against her locker. "We did, but we didn't go all the way. And it's been that way since. Like it was sweet at first because always wanted to give and like never receive, but like I want more now. You know?"

Sohee nods. "Maybe he's just not ready."

"I mean yeah, maybe you're right. It's just like, he's Mingyu, you know. Like before me it was pretty common knowledge that he's fucked around and he didn't stop halfway. It makes me think there's something wrong with me," Sora sighs again.

"Yeah but you're forgetting that before you, Mingyu like, didn't do relationships. He's a guy, so fucking other girls wasn't that big of a deal. But now he's actually dating you, he probably wants to go slow and make it special when it happens. He's gotta be like totally in love with you considering you actually managed to tie him down in a relationship," Sohee explains.

You hide your face in your locker as Sora leans her back against hers. "Yeah, you're probably right."

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Wonwoo lays on your bed, staring at you from behind as you do your makeup. You're so focused on yourself in the mirror that you fail to notice that he's rolled off the band and started creeping up behind you.

You jump when his arms find their way around your waist. "Relax baby, it's just me."

"You startled me," you reply, leaning into the mirror as you finish applying your mascara.

"Sorry baby," he plants a kiss on your neck. "Just wanted to know when you were gonna be done. Uber's gonna be here soon."

It's Friday night again, and Wonwoo's come over again per usual. However, it's one of the biggest game of the season on Saturday afternoon. To get everyone excited, Hoshi decided it would be a great idea to host a party.

Getting the entire team drunk the night before a big game may not have been the most practical, but it absolutely wasn't going to stop the boys.

" 'M almost done," you say as you finish applying your mascara. "Promise."

He places another kiss on your neck. You watch his body fall back on your bed with a soft 'thud' in the mirror. It brings a smile to your face.

"Is Mingyu gonna be there tonight?" you ask out of curiosity.

"Probably," your boyfriend replies. "He's still not talking to you?"

"No," you sigh. "It's fine I guess though."

"Hmm," he hums. "We'll have our own fun tonight since he's still in a mood. I can talk to him if you want."

You shake your head. "No it's okay. It's not that big of a deal, he'll come around."

You fear he won't. Wonwoo doesn't know the full story about you and Mingyu. He knows that you guys were close when you were kids, but he doesn't know you were completely dropped out of his life.

Or that that the last time you really talked to him, you also slept with him and how that makes you feel used. You can't fully open up to Wonwoo about it either.

"Girls always take so long to get ready," he mumbles, loud enough for you to hear.

"Yes Wonwoo," you roll your eyes dramatically. "It takes time for me to look this good."

"You always look good," he says.

A smirk has formed on his face. He sits up on your bed, looking at you through the mirror. You shift your eyes as you feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.

"Thank you," you reply quietly.

Your bed shifts as he stands up. He walks toward you, arm draped lazily around your waist and kisses your heated cheeks. "I'm gonna raid your kitchen. I'm ready when you are."

You hear his footsteps fade as he makes his way downstairs. Your heart is beating out of your chest excitedly.

It's only a few more minutes before you're finally ready. You and Wonwoo uber to Hoshi's house safely. Although you guys get there let, you're still early enough that all the alcohol isn't gone. After entering, you and Wonwoo make your way toward the kitchen, hand in hand.

There's a good amount of people already, so he guides you through the crown with your fingers interlaced. When you finally make you way into the kitchen, you decide to drink something stronger than the last time you were at one of these.

You pour your own cup, mixing the alcohol with the soda left on the table. You and your boyfriend drink together, wincing as the alcohol makes its way down your throats.

Before you can open your mouth to say anything to him, a hand rest on both your backs. You both turn around, seeing Dino.

"You two!" he beams. "Backyard, beer pong, now."

You and your boyfriend quickly exchange a look of agreement before following Dino outside. It's quieter, considering there's less people and the music is coming from inside of the house.

One side of the table has Jeonghan, Vernon, and Jun while the other has Joshua and Seungchol. You and Wonwoo migrate to the side with Joshua and Seungchol.

Joshua leans over, whispering in your ear, "Mingyu and Sora ditched us."

You simply nod before starting the game.

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You don't know why Jeonghan has to be so good at this game. He's had yet to miss a single cup. He's gotta be cheating somehow, but the alcohol is starting to take its effect on everyone, including you. No one really puts much thought into anything.

There's two cups in front of you and one on the opposing team's, thankfully.

Dino throws the ball drunkenly, completely missing the cup. Jeonghan rolls his eyes in annoyance. Jun lets out a drunken giggle at the interaction.

It's your turn next.

You retrieve the ball, stumbling a bit. Jeonghan stands at the opposite end of the table with a frown on his face. You really don't get what his deal is with you.

Although Jeonghan may be weirdly good at this game, you've realized you are too. You've only missed one of your shots, even as the alcohol started to pump through your bloodstream.

You aim the ball, and thankfully it lands in the cup after one bounce. Jeonghan's expression turns sour as he downs what's in the cup. He didn't like that one bit.

On the other hand, Wonwoo hugs you excitedly. "You're so good baby. We won!"

You can tell he's pretty tipsy too. "Thank you!" you beam.

He intertwines your fingers again, practically dragging you back into the house without a word. You let him take the lead. He opens the screen door and pulls you in before he closes it and pins you against the wall.

Your head faces the living room for a brief moment. Mingyu is seated on the couch with his arm draped lazily around Sora and a cup in hand. He takes a sip and happens to turn in the direction facing you. His expression is unreadable, but he looks away quickly.

Moments later, Wonwoo's hand rests on your jaw. He pulls your head so it's facing him instead of the living room.

He closes the small gap between your faces and seals it with a kiss. Your eyes fall closed and you kiss him back with the same amount of fervor. It's sloppy due to both your drunken states. His hands rest on your hips as he presses his body closer against yours.

He pulls away before anything can get too heated.

"I have to pee," he says.

Your eyes flutter open, confusion written all over your face. "What?"

"I have to pee so bad," he says. "I'll be right back."

You let out a breathy laugh. "Okay, I'll stay near."

"I'll be quick, promise," he says. "Can never stay away from you too long."

You smile at him before he turns his back and disappears further into the house. The back door slides open and Joshua walks through. "Where's Wonwoo?" he asks.

"Bathroom," you reply shortly.

In nods in understandment before he leans against the wall next to you. He can tell something's on your mind.

"Something bothering you?" he asks.

"Eh," you shrug. "Jeonghan hates me and I don't know what I did to him."

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you," Joshua replies, voice laced with hope.

"Oh but I'm sure he does," you scoff.

"Jeonghan's just not really that good with new people. He like doesn't open up easily or whatever," Joshua says. "When I first became friends with them, he hated me."

You let out a laugh. "Really? You guys are so close now."

"I know," he smiles. "Kid fucking hated my guts when we first met though. He wouldn't talk to me, and then he realized we actually had like a lot in common. It takes time with him, he's weird."

You nod in understandment. "I kind of get that vibe from him, but I don't know. It feels more personal."

"You're probably overthinking it," Joshua pats your head.

"You're probably right," you agree.

Wonwoo returns moments later. He pulls you off the wall and hugs you. "Thank you for taking care of her Josh."

The older boy smiles. "Of course,"

That's something you've truly grown to appreciate about these boys. The way they look after one another and you. They don't have to be told to do so, it comes naturally to them. Caring for each other and ensuring their safety.

"You wanna go upstairs?" Wonwoo suggests.

You lick your lips in anticipation. He smirks before you allow him to lead you again, heading toward the bedroom upstairs.

The tightness in Mingyu's heart continues to pull harder and constrict as he watches you leave. He's getting flashbacks to the last party when you and Wonwoo disappeared together. He didn't understand the feeling then, but it's become all to familiar now.

He's not gonna go chasing after you again. Now, Wonwoo's your boyfriend. He's got no right to come between that. It wouldn't be fair.

He needs a drink.

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Thankfully, you only have to go to one room without interrupting anyone this time. Wonwoo mentions that it's actually Hoshi's room and he pissed he'd be if he ever found out what you two were about to do.

Not that either of you care all that much in the moment.

He kicks the door closed with his foot, immediately attaching his lips to yours. The kiss is just as messy and heated as earlier and the two of you stumble onto Hoshi's bed.

Your back hits the soft mattress with a 'thump' and his body hovers over yours. Your shirt rides up, giving Wonwoo's hands easier access to your skin. His hands however, don't immediately take advantage of it.

He pulls away from the kiss breathlessly. "Is this okay? I feel like we're moving kind of fast and I don't want to do something that you don't want to. Especially since we're drunk."

"I do," you assure him. "It's okay."

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You nod. "Yeah, we don't have to go all the way either."

He lets out a breathy laugh. "Didn't have any condoms on me anyway." he says between kisses. "Wanna be sober and take my time with you when we do that."

You feel the heat spreading across your body as he touches you. His lips are all over your skin, kissing and sucking on all your sensitive spots. You're sure he's leaving marks for everyone to see.

He grinds his hips against yours, creating the bit of friction that has you moaning under him. His fingers play with the button of your jeans before he opens them and slides them down.

He presses his thumb on your clit through your damp panties.

"Fuck," you moan at the pressure.

His fingers ghost over your sensitive area as he continues to kiss you before he dips his fingers into your underwear. His digits slide through your folds, instantly coating themselves with the sticky substance. He shudders against your skin when he feels how wet you are for him.

His thumb circles your clit slowly, progressively increasing in pace. Once he elicits the reaction he wants from you, his skillful fingers move faster. You're moaning and writhing under him as he slips his first finger inside of you.

"Oh shit," you moan out in a whisper.

He pumps his finger inside of you, eventually adding another. His fingers stretch you out nicely. Each thrust pushes into your walls, filling you up with a familiar pleasure.

Holy shit, he's good with his hands.

"Feel good?" he hums.

"So good," you whimper. "So,so good Wonu."

You can already feel your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. You whine desperately, pushing your hips into his fingers and meet his pace.

He allows you to fuck yourself on his fingers, curling them and pressing them against the sensitive spot inside of you. You cry out his name as your orgasm washes over you.

You lose control of your hips, continuing to fuck yourself on his fingers breathlessly as you ride out your high. He groans into your skin as he feels the way you tighten and throb around his digits.

Once you fully come down from your high, he pulls his fingers out and sucks on them. His cock twitches in his pants when your arousal hits his tongue.

You pull his fingers out, quickly replacing them with your mouth. You kiss him, lightly pushing his back onto the bed. Your lips leave his, moving down his neck to leave just as many marks on him that he left on you.

His cock is so hard it's poking at your inner thigh from inside of his jeans. You trail down his body before pulling his pants and underwear down to let his cock spring free.

You lick your lips at the sight. His tip is flushed red, leaking a clear substance and throbbing with need in your hand.

"Fuck," he breathes out. "You don't have to, I just– oh fuck"

He shuts up once you take his cock in your mouth. You let him hit the back of your throat before slipping it out of your mouth and spitting on it. You jerk him off a few times, properly lubricating his length before taking him in your mouth again.

You take your time, bobbing your head and allowing his length to hit the back of your throat.

For such a quiet guy, Wonwoo is surprisingly loud in bed. You can tell he's holding back even now, restraining himself from thrusting his hips into your mouth and moaning too loud.

His hands fist the bedsheets and his head tilts back into the soft sheets. You lick a long stripe on the underside of his cock before wrapping your tongue and lips around his tip.

His grip on the sheets tightens and he lets out a strained groan. You take your hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock and pump him quickly as you continue to suck on his sensitive tip.

He lets out a loud moan before he spills his loud into your mouth. His cum shoots onto your tongue, which you gladly swallow without hesitation.

"Holy shit you're incredible," he breathes out.

You climb back up, plopping down onto the bed next to him. You peck his lips quickly. "We should go back down soon."

He nods before the two of you get dressed and make your way back downstairs. The house is more packed than before, so this time you take his hand in yours and navigate through the crowd. You both stumble a bit but you eventually make it to the basement.

Wonwoo finds a spot on the couch and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist securely.

"Are you excited for the game tomorrow?" you ask.

"Very," your boyfriend replies. "We better win too, or I'll be so mad."

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Seokmin and Seungkwan soon join the two of you. You spend the next 20 minutes engaging in very drunk and giggly conversation with the boys before you excuse yourself.

Hoshi's house is perfect for hosting because well... it's huge. You walk down the hallway leading to the bathroom. The door is slightly open, so you push it open all the way. And two your surprise, Mingyu is sitting on the floor. He's just as surprised to see you as you are.

"What are you doing in here?" you question.

He shrugs. "I got bored."

"Where's Sora?" you ask.

"Don't know," he shrugs. "Don't care."

"You should care," you reply. "She's your girlfriend." "She's a rebound," he replies, finishing what's left in his cup.

"A rebound from what?" you question.

He scoffs. "I'm not doing this right now."

He lifts himself off the floor, stumbling a bit as he does so. Although you're intoxicated, Mingyu is very clearly wasted out of his mind right now. How much has he had to drink?

"Where are you going?" you ask, blocking the door.

"Home," he replies shortly.

"Did you drive?" you question.

"Does it matter?" he retorts.

"You're drunk," you frown.

"So are you," he slurs.

"What does that have to do with anything?" You ask him.

He rolls his eyes. "Just leave me alone."

"You told me you weren't pushing me away again but that's exactly what you did," you frown. "I don't understand what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong," he sighs.

"Then why are you treating me like I did?" your voice breaks.

He sighs. "It's complicated."

"Then help me to understand."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I just can't."

There a moment of silence. He's staring at you with the same unreadable expression. You refuse to break eye contact with him.

"You don't deserve this," he sighs.

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

You cock your head to the side in confusion.

"He makes you happy and you don't deserve having that be compromised or complicated," he blinks.

"What are you talking about?"

"For fuck's sake kid," he sighs. "I've been in love with you for fucking... I don't know how long. That's why I pushed you away all those years ago and why I can't be around you right now. I thought I could do the casual thing with you as a friend but then the strings started attaching themselves and they got all fucked up and tangled and I don't know how to deal with that. All I do know is that any time I'm around you, you drive me fucking crazy. I think about stuff that has never once crossed my mind when it comes to you and it fucking scares me."

Suddenly, the urge to pee is gone. You didn't know what to say. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? You were struggling to make sense of his words. Mingyu? In love with you?

The same Kim Mingyu who couldn't even put in the effort to commit to a friends with benefits throwing out the L word? It didn't make sense and it didn't make you feel good.

When he first pushed you away, he was far too young to know what love was. And now? He fucks you, falls in love with you, and then wants nothing to do with you anymore? Your brain couldn't grasp the concept of Mingyu having those kinds of feelings for you.

"Can you say something...please?"

"I.... I have to go," you stutter.

Your legs move faster than your brain. You don't know why you're walking away, but you are. It's unlike you, and you want to blame it on the alcohol.

But truthfully, you don't know what the hell you're doing.

You make your way back down the hallway and find Wonwoo sitting on the couch where you two were not too long ago.

"Can you call an uber, I want to go home," you plead.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you say quickly before biting your bottom lip to hold back your tears. "I just feel sick all of a sudden, I think I drank too much. Can I please go home?"

"Yeah, yeah of course," he assures you. "I'll call an uber for us."

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Warm-ups the next morning were a disaster. Thankfully, the team showed up before coach and the opposing team. Nonetheless, everything went to shit.

Mingyu was the last to show up with a very bad parking job and a pair of thick rimmed sunglasses. By the time Mingyu showed up, the team had already split up. The infielders were practicing quick passes around the diamond while you hit fly balls to the outfield.

You watched in your peripheral vision as Mingyu stumbled onto the field. Your heart twists uncomfortably as the memories from last night replay in your head. Wonwoo had been waiting for a while now, considering Mingyu was the only person he could actually warm up with. You watch from a distance as Mingyu makes his way toward Wonwoo.

"Mingyu what the hell? You're pitching like shit, C'mon man," you hear Wonwoo from a distance.

"Maybe you just suck at catching," Mingyu retorts.

"I don't know what's up your ass today, but you can't play like that today," Wonwoo grits.

"Didn't realize you were coach now," Mingyu scoffs. "Just play your fucking position right and leave me alone."

"What the hell man?" Wonwoo throws off his catcher's gear and approaches Mingyu.

Oh no.

"Dude what are you doing?" Mingyu slurs. "Now you're not even gonna bother catching. Good for nothing asshole."

Impulsively, Wonwoo pushes Mingyu, causing him to stumble back. "The fuck is your problem?"

You drop your glove without a word and start making your way toward the scene. This is really fucking bad.

Unfortunately, before you can intervene, Mingyu lands a harsh blow right onto Wonwoo's face. Your boyfriend falls back with a look of hurt and shock on his face.

The action causes the rest of the team to stop what they're doing and quickly migrate toward the scene.

"Mingyu what the fuck is wrong with you?" You shout, running to your boyfriend's side.

Wonwoo assures you that he's fine. Vernon and Joshua are the first to get there after you, pushing Mingyu away from Wonwoo.

"Is he hungover?" Vernon asks.

"I think he's still drunk, actually," Joshua sighs.

"I'm fine," Mingyu mumbles, attempting to push past the boys.

"No you're not," Joshua replies. "You need to cool down and sober up. You can't play like this today."

"Y/n?!" Vernon calls.

"What?" You reply.

"Can you take Mingyu home? Josh can pitch, but Mingyu can't play today. When coach gets here, we'll tell him Mingyu wasn't feeling well." Vernon plots.

You sigh, rolling your eyes "You're gonna be okay?" you ask Wonwoo.

He nods. "I'll be fine.I'm more worries about him, something's wrong."

You place a kiss on Wonwoo's stinging cheek before delivering a glare to Mingyu. "Let's go."

Mingyu knows he fucked up. Punching his own best friend? It was extremely out of character for him and he knows that. He doesn't really know what overcame him, he just knows it had to do with you.

Everything always circles back to you when it comes to him.

You gather his things and stomp toward his car as he follows behind you sheepishly. "Give me your keys."

He tosses the keys to you. When you approach his car, your frown turns sour.

"Can't believe you actually drove like this," you mumble to yourself.

He climbs into the passenger seat of his car and you drive him in complete silence. The tension in the air is thick and uncomfortable.

On top of that, Mingyu fucking puked all over the side of the road. You were forced to pull over midway through the drive because he couldn't hold it in. Without saying a word, you help him back into the car and drive back to his place.

The idiot actually came to a game with alcohol poisoning.

You finally help him into the house where he pukes again twice more in the bathroom. It's actually kind of hard seeing him like this. As long as you've known him he's never been so.... pathetic.

You fear this is all your own fault.

You help him into bed before going downstairs. You return with a cup of coffee, a bottle of painkillers, and a water bottle. You place the bottles on the nightstand next to him.

"You ran away last night," his voice fills your ears. "Why did you do that?"

"You did the same thing to me," you hand him the coffee. "Twice."

"Yeah but you're not me," he sits up. "You're better than I am."

"I don't know what you expected me to say," you sigh.

"I don't really know what I was expecting you to say either," he leans his head back against the headboard. "I figured–"

"–Let's talk about this once you've sobered up, yeah?" you cut him off.

The tugging at his chest hurts more now than ever. The look on your face hurts him. He can see the pain and disgust written all over your face and it's making him sick to his stomach all over again.

"Are you gonna be okay by yourself?" you ask, making your way toward the door.

He lets out a pitiful laugh. "I'm always by myself. I've been doing just fine haven't I?"

You don't respond, it hurts too much. You simply close the door behind you and walk yourself out. Thankfully, Wonwoo spent the night last night, so he ended up taking you to the game. You thought about driving your own car, but truthfully, you didn't want to go back right now.

There was too much on your mind at the moment, so you settled at home.

Everything was fucked.

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[cherrybean]

What songs that Lalo/Nacho would f*ck you to

‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️COMPLETED VERSION‼️‼️‼️

‼️only missing Lachos part, but will write a longer fic for that one next week‼️

‼️‼️PURE SMUT‼️‼️

💀 the Lalo and Nacho brain rot is real 😵‍💫

Lalo Salamanca

- “All Mine” Bryson Tiller

- This man is the definition of a toxic relationship

- If you listen to the lyrics it’s about a toxic situationship in which they have a good connection, mainly sexually (lmao) but you can tell there’s still some deep emotions there

- Lalo would definitely sing the lyrics to you while he’s pounding into you

The music filled the room, as your moans bounced off the walls. Lalo gripped the sides of your mouth as he bucked his hips into yours, filling you up to the brim. “Say it princesa” he’d coo watching as your eyes rolled back into your head. “L-lalo” you pathetically moaned as you tried to concentrate on what he was asking of you, as if you could concentrate on anything else but your your legs hoisted up on his shoulders in a mating press. “Dimelo muñequita” (tell me little doll) Lalo said assertively. “I’m yours” you managed to get out as he continued to pound into you as the headboard started to smack against the wall. His thrusts were relentless as Lalos callused fingers gripped your breasts and he twirled your nipple, causing a small yelp to leave your lips. “Lalo please” you whined as he started to slow down his movements now to follow the rhythm of the song. “But you look so good like this muñequita” Lalo said grinning, “look at my little slut begging to climax”. Your nails gripped his shoulders as he continued to edge you. You could feel him pounding into your cervix and sweet spot, but just as soon as you’d feel yourself about to reach your climax Lalo would change positions to prolong the torture. “Lalo please, I want to cum” you practically begged. Lalo loved watching you like this, pathetically begging for him to let you cum and watching the way your body reacted to him. Your face flushed and eyes with a small glint of tears from the edging and how fucked out you were. Lalo set your legs down now into missionary, “fuck muñequita, you feel so good” Lalo grunted as his thrusts were more sped up to a better rhythm. You moaned as you felt your delayed orgasm finally getting closer. As you felt your orgasm and Lalos you instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, feeling Lalo twitch inside you as you felt his cum fill you up. Lalo grunted as he continued to thrust making sure he filled you up with every last drop. The only noise now was the music in the background and both of your heavy breathing. Lalo kissed up your jaw, “can’t wait to give you a baby princesa, you’d look so good bloated with our baby”. You couldn’t help but moan as you felt Lalo getting hard again at the thought of filling you up with a kid. “Guess I gotta give my muñequita what she wants” Lalo said grinning as he gripped your breasts beginning to thrust into you.

Nacho Varga

- “Wicked Games” The Weeknd

- Feel like he listens to The Weeknd lmaoo

- This song mainly because The Weeknd talks about leaving his girl and messing with someone else…so he’d be messing with you while having his other women at home

Nacho had picked you up after a stressful day of dealing with his boss. You didn’t care as you were parked out in the middle of nowhere as your face was on the cold leather seats as he hit it from the back. The stereo playing music to mask your moans as Nacho dug his hands into your hips. “Nacho right there” you moaned as he had one knee on the leather seat to be able to angle into your perfect spots. Your makeup had been ruined, but it usually was any night he would call you up to meet in his car. With one eyelash on and the other other already on the car seat, all you could do was grip the leather seat with your nails. “Fuck, you feel so good” Nacho would groan as he’d bend over to grip your face forcing you to look back at him. “Look at me hermosa” Nacho said as you felt the tears in your eyes form from the pleasure. He held your jaw with a grip as he forced you to look into his eyes as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your jaw going slack as the only sounds coming out were strained moans from his hand cutting some of the circulation, leaving you breathless and pathetically enjoying every second of it. “Fuck” Nacho moaned as he pulled out last minute feeling his dick twitch on your ass as the hot streams of his cum painted your sweaty back. Nacho let your jaw go as you regained your breath and finally let your knees relax into the cold leather seats. “We gotta do this more often” you’d hear Nacho say chuckling as he’d clean the cum off your back. You shimmied your way out of the back seat of the car and pulled your mini skirt down and adjusted your panties into place. “Come here hermosa” Nacho would say as he’d give you a big kiss on your lips, “you know you’re my favorite right?”. You just smiled knowing that all you were was just a late night booty call, but it didn’t matter as long as he’d be the one who’d have your face smashed into the nice leather seats late at night.

[sams-sass]

Date Night

Hi there!! This is just a fun little fic about the boys taking you on a first date. You get double trouble on this one!! I hope you enjoy!!!!

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warning: Kissing, implied smut, date night, flirting, swoon worthy Winchesters. 

Sam

Your hands fell to your sides, letting your hair tumble to its normal state, and an exasperated grunt left your mouth. You bit your lip and ran your fingers through your hair again. 

"I don't know!" You whispered to yourself. "I guess I could, like, pin the sides..." You mumbled, confusion and frustration evident in your voice.

"Hey, Y/N-" Dean said, opening your door and entering your room. 

"Dean! What the hell, man?!" You shouted, your hands flying to your body. 

"What are you doing?" Dean asked, ignoring your outburst. He looked you over, his face wrinkling in confusion. You stood in your socks, underwear, and tank top. Several dresses, still on their hangers, were piled on your neck. Makeup, hair tools, and nail polish were scattered across your desk. More clothes were thrown onto your bed. Shoes were everywhere. 

"Knock much?! Damn!" You shouted at him again, disregarding his question. You placed your hands on your hips and leaned to the side. The motion made the hangers rattle comically together on your neck. 

"Going somewhere?" Dean asked. A cocky grin crossed his face as he leaned against the door frame, his arms folding on one another. 

"Shove off, Dean. I am trying to get ready." You explained, instantly regretting your words. 

"Ready? Ready for what?" He asked, and you internally groaned. You let out a large breath and let your shoulders drop dramatically. 

"If you must know...I have a date." You said, trying to keep all emotion out of your voice. 

"A date?!" Dean's eyebrows shot up, his eyes growing wide. "A date with who?" 

"Sam." You mumble whispered, your lips barely parting. 

"What?" Dean asked, his head leaning forward as his brow furrowed. 

"Sam." You said slightly louder but not any more clear. 

"Y/N." You watched as Dean's face moved from confusion to "I'm done with this." 

"Oh my god, alright! Sam! Ok! Sam! Your brother and I are going on a date."  You exclaimed, your hands flying around. 

"Wha-" Dean started, his face dropping in disbelief. A small laugh left his mouth. 

"You and Sam? Sam and you? You two? Together?" He rambled, his index finger pointing between you and the air beside you. 

"Get out! I have to decide what to wear." You returned to the pile of clothes on your bed and began rummaging through everything again. 

"Can I help?" Dean practically jumped in excitement. He quickly walked over to you, looking at the clothes next to you. 

"What? Ew! No! Go away!" You shoved him playfully, a giggle falling from your lips despite your best effort. Dean leaned back, swatting your hands away. You landed another punch to his arm, and Dean held up his hands in mock surrender. A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. 

"Aw, come on, Y/N/N!!" He groaned, using your nickname against you. 

"Fine." You snapped. You picked out your two favorite outfits and lay them next to each other. You turned to face him, tilting your head to the side. 

"Which one will make your baby brother want to make me scream his name in pleasure until the early morning hours?" You asked, a confident smirk settling on your lips. Dean's smile dropped, his face going pale. His nostrils flared, and his features pulled into those of disgust. 

"Oh, what the hell? I thought we were having fun. And then you gotta go and ruin my whole year like that? I don't think I will ever recover from this. I am grossed out." He closed his eyes and shook his head. 

"So...the red one?" You asked, trying to control your laughter. Dean looked at you, his face stern and impassive. His eyes held yours for a beat. 

"Yeah. The red one." He mumbled before turning to leave your room. 

"Thank you!" You called—an arrogant cheer in your voice. 

"I need a drink," Dean said before closing your door behind him. 

You pulled the stack of hangers off your neck and turned to grab the red silk top and black jeans. It was simple, but it gave you confidence which you desperately needed right now. The silk fell over your body, landing at the waistband of your jeans. The shirt wasn't tight-fitting, but it wasn't loose, either. It hugged your body in all the right places and allowed for some wiggle room when needed. Spaghetti straps led to an open back that stopped right at the curve of your spine. You smoothed your hands over the fabric and bit your lip. Nerves wrecked your entire body. You could play it cocky with Dean, but the truth was- you were absolutely terrified. 

You couldn't believe this was happening. A date. With Sam. You closed your eyes and thought of all the missed moments. All the stolen glances that seemed to go on for hours. All the almost touches. All the yearning and aching in the dark hours, hands fisting the cold sheets next to you. You were finally living the night you had planned in your head so many times. Tonight was the first time you could allow yourself to fall into all things Sam. 

A smile grew on your lips just thinking about that fateful conversation. 

Last night

You sat curled over a book in the library. You were so focused on reading that you didn't hear Sam's footsteps in the room. 

"Hey." He greeted you softly so as not to startle you. You lifted your head, your eyes finding his. 

"Hey." You replied back. 

"What are you reading?" He asked, sitting down across from you. 

"Myths about the sky, constellations, and stars." You read from the front cover. 

"Oh! I recently read that. Very interesting." He said, crossing his arms on the table. 

"It is! I didn't know there were so many myths and stories about the stars from all over the world." You closed the book to give Sam your undivided attention. 

"Yeah, I didn't either." Sam suddenly looked nervous. He scratched the back of his neck, looking over his shoulder for something. 

"Hey, um. How far are you in the book?" He asked, turning back to look at you. 

"Not far at all, I just started. Why?" You tilted your head in question. 

"I thought...Since I have already read it, I could teach you. I could teach you what I know." Sam stumbled over his words. 

"Teach me?" You asked. Your eyebrows came together on your forehead. 

"Yeah... there's a telescope, and I could show you the stars and tell you their myths." Sam tried to explain himself. 

"Oh. That might be fun, yeah." You said, feeling your face relax in understanding. 

"Ok, so tomorrow night. You, me, and the stars. It's a date." Sam said, standing up. Your eyes grew wide. 

"Ok!" You agreed, not allowing yourself to get hopeful and expecting. Sam smiled at you before walking away. He made it about five steps before he turned around. 

"I don't think I made myself clear," Sam said. His voice sounded authoritative and raw. His pointer finger came up to emphasize his words. 

"Oh." You said, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. He returned to you, placing one hand on the table and the other on your cheek. Your body froze, and your mind stopped. 

"Y/N," Sam said, his voice making you look him in the eye. "Will you go on a date with me?" He asked. He was so close. Hazel eyes stared into yours. His dimples were in full effect. How does one breathe again?

"I would love to." You whispered. 

Now

You couldn't stop the feelings parading through you as you did your makeup and hair how you liked. This was heavy. In a hunter's life, it wasn't just knowing that the other person felt the same. It was the all-encompassing and cumbersome knowledge that, at any moment, the world around you may crumble. Death and pain searched for you. Icy and cold shadows constantly filled your soul with dread. What if they were ripped away from you? What if you let yourself go there? Feel those feelings that you had gotten too good at repressing. What would happen if you lost them? What would become of you if the one person you did all this for was no longer there? 

You paused. Closing your eyes and letting yourself have one more "what if?" What if it all worked out? What if you could have both? A hunter's life and the warm and safe arms of a lover? What would happen if you actually got what you wanted?

You stood and made your way into the library, knowing that's where you would find him. You inhaled and exhaled one full breath before rounding the corner. He stood with his back to you. He wore a red and black flannel with black jeans. His hair looked freshly combed, and you could already smell his aftershave. 

"Hey, Sam." You said softly. 

Sam turned and saw you waiting for him. A red silk top lay across your torso. Black jeans accentuated the curves of your body. You stood with one arm crossed over your middle, your hand wrapped around the opposite forearm. You pinned some of your hair back and graced your face with makeup. But Sam noticed something else. He couldn't look away from the nervous yet excited glow in your eyes. His lips parted, everything he had ever known leaving his mind for a fleeting second of blissful oblivion. 

"Y/N." Your name was the only thing his mind brought to conscious thought. 

At the sound of his husky and weighted voice romanticizing your name, a lovestruck grin blessed your lips. He crossed the room, stopping a few inches in front of you. He took your chin between his index finger and thumb, lifting your face to his. 

"You look beautiful." He whispered for only you to hear. You beamed at him, his thumb moving to run along your jaw. 

"Thank you." You said, swallowing thickly. You lowered your eyes to look at him. A small giggle left your mouth. 

"We match." You said with a breathy laugh. Sam's brow furrowed, his head lowering to look both of you over. His face then fell into an amused chuckle. 

"Red and black. I guess we think alike." He smiled at you. 

"No higher compliment than to think like you, Sam." You said back. Sam smiled, looking away sheepishly. 

"Ready to look at some stars?" He asked. 

"Yeah." You answered with an excited nod. 

Sam took your hand within his and led you outside. The air was soft and calm against your exposed arms. The evening breeze still held onto the last of the day's heat. Its melody played off your and Sam's bodies. Sam's skin warmed you. His large and powerful hand encased yours with tender and gentle care.

"Where are we going?" You asked, leaning against his shoulder. 

"I have a little place set up," Sam said, pointing down the path. "It isn't much farther." 

You walked a little more, listening to the crickets and the sounds of the night. Finally, you arrived at your destination. The path opened to a small field. The wild and swaying grass was framed with trees and bushes. The moon was brilliant. Full and glowing. Its iridescent and ivory splendor bathed everything in its milky radiance. There was no cloud to be seen, the sky an endless black cloak. The stars looked like glitter, hand tossed into the atmosphere by the gods. A creek tumbled playfully over stones and sticks. The water reflected the moonlight back to itself. The world seemed to have created this just for you and Sam. 

"Oh my god, Sam." You said. Your voice was breathy and light as you turned to look at him. "This is amazing." 

"I thought of you as soon as I saw it." He looked into your eyes as he spoke. "I want to share this with you, Y/N. You are the only person I want to be here with." 

"I want to share this with you too, Sam." You agreed, feeling your heart flutter. 

He took your hand again and walked you over to the middle of the field. A blanket lay in the grass, a telescope propped directly in the middle. The book you had been reading sat with colored Post-it notes sticking out from its pages. A few candles decorated one corner of the blanket; their flames danced in the light wind. Settled on the other side of the telescope was your favorite snack and drink, which you didn't think you had ever explicitly told him. 

"Sam..." You started, looking at the attention to detail he minded for your date together. "You did all this for me?" 

"I told you." He said, looking over at you. "There is no one I would rather be here with." Your eyes found his. You watched as his eyes dropped to your lips, a soft breath leaving him. For a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you. But then, ever in control, Sam smiled at you and turned to pick up the book. 

"Shall we?" He asked, his long fingers turning the pages. 

"We shall." You nodded, walking to stand next to him. Sam stood before the telescope, bending down to peer into it before signaling for you to look. 

"Ok." Sam started. "You are looking at what we call 'the big dipper.' This cluster of stars has different stories all over the world. Almost every culture has lore created about these stars. My personal favorite is from Greek Mythology. Like some of the other cultures, the Greeks saw a bear with a smaller bear beside it. Well, legend has it that the King of Arcadia had a beautiful daughter name Callisto. Zeus spotted her mingling with Artemis and knew he simply had to have her. So, he seduced her and made her one of his many lovers. He tried to keep the affair secret from his wife, Hera, but after Callisto gave birth to Zeuse's son, Hera learned their secret. As punishment, Hera turned Callisto into a bear and banished her to wander the wild woods alone and frightened forever. As time passed, Zeus and Callisto's son, Arcas, grew into a strong and wise hunter. One day he was wandering the woods when he stumbled upon a bear. This bear did not look like the rest; Arcas was confused and scared. His mother, in bear form, recognized her son and began to try to speak to him. Arcas saw the bear grunting and coming toward him. So he raised his spear in self-defense. Zeus intervened, not wanting his son to kill his mother. He changed Arcas into a bear as well so they could live together forever. As a kind of "screw you" to Hera and to protect them from harm, he placed them together among the stars. However, Hera got the last word. She forbade them from ever resting below the earth. And that is why you can never see them set below the horizon like the other constellations." Sam explained the story, his voice even and calm. You straightened your back and turned to face him. You thought he would be reading from the book, but his face was turned toward the sky. He had memorized this. 

"I like that story." You said, giving him a soft smile. 

"Me too." Sam agreed, his kind eyes settling on you. 

"Here, this is one of my favorites," Sam said. His eyes turned to the book as his long index finger flipped to a page with a pink Post-it note. He then grabbed the telescope and pointed it where it needed to go. You peered through at a massive collection of stars. Lines and connections could be drawn within them to make several shapes. A soft breath left your mouth at its beauty. 

"Ok, this one is kind of long." Sam started, clearing his throat. "This is a cluster of constellations depicting one story. The love story of Perseus and Andromeda. Andromeda was the child of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia. The Queen was very vein and often boasted that her daughter was more beautiful than the sea nymphs. This angered Posiden, so he retaliated by sending a sea beast to their shores. Many tried to conquer the beast, but all failed. Desperate for answers, the King consulted an oracle who suggested he sacrifice his daughter. King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia accepted this fate and sadly put Andromeda in shackles and left her for the beast. Luckily, Perseus was flying by on Pegasus, fresh from killing Medusa. He instantly fell in love with the beautiful and kind Andromeda. He struck a deal with the King and Queen; he would kill the beast if they would allow him their daughter's hand in marriage. They agreed, and Perseus confronted the beast. There is some speculation in the lore, but I prefer the legend that he used the head of Medusa to turn the beast into stone. The remains of which can still be seen off the coast today. The King and Queen kept their word and allowed Perseus to marry their daughter. They married and ventured out to explore Greece together. Perseus is thought to be the ancestor of the Persians. He founded Mycenae, where he made Andromeda his Queen. Perseus and Andromeda had nine children: seven sons and two daughters. Athena promised Andromeda to place her in the sky after her death. And she did. She is placed next to the constellation of Perseus. Making their love truly immortal. Their story is forever written in the stars." Sam was once again looking toward the sky. His face was pensive and soft as he stared into the vast sky before him. 

"I like listening to you." You said, your body melting. 

"I could keep going," Sam said, facing you. 

"How many more you got?" You asked, looking down at the book between his hands. 

"However many more you want. Whatever you ask." He said.

"Tell me a story, Sam." You said, your words were breathy. 

Sam smiled and told you all the epics and myths of the sky. Your mind swirled from the fables and Sam's poetic and lyrical voice illustrating the stories of gods. Of monsters. Of good and evil. Of everlasting love forever illuminated in the sky. Every question you pondered, Sam riddled with you. His knowledge and memory of the legends he guided you through gave you a glimpse of his brilliant mind. His words were profound, with intricacies and endless analysis. You listened to him wax and wane the prophecies set forth by those before you. Heroic battles with swords, shields, and bloodshed. Tears forever imprinted into the stars to heed the warning of history repeating itself. Sam told you tales of chariots and fire burning the milky way into the sky. And of weeping women forced to rotate the earth, watching their mortal lovers below. The stars of Obrian and the seven sisters he loved. 

The tension built between you as Sam grabbed your hand to point directly at a specific star. His body standing behind yours. The buttons on his flannel tickled your bare back, causing a tingle to trace down your spine. You turned and placed your hands on his chest. Silently asking him to not let go. His hands ran down your arms, wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. You took his face between your palms, allowing your fingers to twist into his hair. Swallowing, you tried to calm your heart. 

"I'm scared." You confessed, looking down at the ground. Sam took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling your face to look at his. 

"I am, too," Sam whispered; the raw fragility in his words sent a shiver down your spine. "But I realized that I may be scared of the unknowns, but I am utterly terrified of living the rest of my life without you." 

"Sam..." You breathed. 

"Y/N..." He said back, his voice sounded thick and deep. Your heart sank into your stomach, and if Sam wasn't holding you up, you thought you might fall over. You took in a shuttering breath and bit down on your lip. Could it be? Finding everything you ever wanted under the starry sky? He placed his forehead against yours and bent slightly at the knees. Your mouth opened to his before his lips made contact. He kissed you with the familiarity of a loved blanket and still all the excitement of a newly blossoming flower in springtime. He listened to every breath and gasp that fell from your lungs. His mind committed them to memory as his body followed your every wordless instruction. You fell into him. Finally, closing the door to all your anxieties and fears and letting yourself be consumed by Sam. Just Sam. 

You knew then that your fates were sealed. Under the endless sky of lovers' tales, your burning and aching souls finally wed. 

You didn't realize how long you were with Sam until the sky blushed gold and the stars settled into their slumber. The sun rose over the trees, warming the lands in its gleaming light. As dawn fell over the earth, your heart also basked in the promise of a new day. 

Dean

You held your gun up to your chest, controlling your breathing as best as possible. There was a painful burn in your legs from crouching for so long. Dean was kneeling beside you; his hot breath fanned your neck in the small space. He smelt like whiskey and leather, not helping the sweat already coating your skin.

"I'll go left. You go right." You said, turning your face slightly towards his. He was so close. His angular nose practically touching yours. You swallowed and looked away, waiting for him to answer.

"Ok." He agreed. You went to stand when you felt his hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you toward him.

"Wait!" He said almost too loudly. "If we make it out of here...do you want to, like...do something?" He asked suddenly.

"...what?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Ya know...like...i-i-if were good. Do you want to, like...hang?" He tried to clarify himself.

"Hang?" You repeated him. "Dean, we hang out all the time." You furrowed your brow.

"Yes. But I mean just you and me. Together. Do you want to do something together?" He asked. The wheels in your brain stopped turning as you put the pieces together. Oh...

"Dean. Are you seriously asking me out in the middle of a vamp nest?" You were both stunned and annoyed. Dean looked at you, his face neutral and nervous at the same time.

"Yes." He said flatly. You stared at him with an open mouth for a moment.

"Ok...yeah...sure...can you please just kill the vampires?" You asked like a mom negotiating with a child.

"Yes," Dean said again, this time with his usual cocky tone. You held your tongue between your teeth and let out an annoyed breath.

"Good." You said before charging out of your hiding spot.

You don't think you had ever been that efficient. As you left the decaying barn, your machete dripped blood onto the wood floor beneath you. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths. You dramatically wiped the blood off your cheek with your forearm. Sam stood outside, fighting the vamps that had managed to escape. His jacket swung with him as he took on four at a time. You shuffled over and stood beside him, your mind fuzzy and distant.

"He asked me out." You said.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked through exhausting breaths. "Help me!"

"Dean asked me out." You said louder. Sam looked genuinely surprised momentarily before his eyes grew wide, and fear crossed his face.

"Duck!" He practically screamed. It was probably your hunter instincts kicking in, but you ducked down just in time for Sam to behead the vamp running right toward you.

"Y/N. I do not have time for this." Sam said, his voice annoyed and short. You turned towards him to tell him to make the time when a vamp lunged at him.

"Holy!" You screamed, your mind and body finally connecting. Your machete swung with precision, taking the head clean off.

"Thanks." He said with a smile.

"You too." You laughed.

"Ok. You have my full attention." Sam said, grabbing you by the shoulders.

"I'm going on a date with Dean." You said, your face breaking into an enamored grin as you slowly realized yourself. A lopsided smirk settled over Sam's lips.

"I'm happy for you." He said sincerely, and you let out a girlish giggle.

You turned left and right in the shitty mirror at the motel. Your face scrunching in apprehension and uncertainty. You had gone shopping, finally allowing yourself some clothes you liked, not just clothes that were easy for killing monsters and riding in a car for days. You smoothed your hands over the creamy corset top you had chosen. Blue flowers decorated the bodice while silk trim outlined your breasts. You spun around again, ensuring nothing was on your jeans, and breathed nervously. You slipped your feet into black combat boots with zippers and buckles that rattled when you walked.

As you styled your hair and makeup, you let your mind wander to Dean. When you first met the boys, there was an attraction to Dean instantly. He was gorgeous. Perfectly angeled and sharp features softened by a smattering of unpredictable freckles. Large eyes that were earthy in color, like moss or sage. How they always found you in the rearview mirror. His hardened expression relaxed at the sight of you. It was a constant burden to not stare back at him. To let your eyes drift from him down to his soft and plump lips. You would sometimes find yourself practically tasting the alcohol left between them as he took a swig from the bottle. Your mind strolled through daydreams about his mouth. Perfectly straight and white teeth, biting down on his bottom lip. His pink tongue tasting you. Letting himself feel all the things he pushed down for one moment of pure fervor and passion.

Yes, you were obviously physically attracted to Dean...and after many nights of Jack Daniels and beer, you might have even told him so once or twice. But it had grown into so much more. There was a softness to Dean that he often tried to deny. His presumptuous and confident outer shell made it easy for you to laugh and joke with him. But his affectionate and sensitive inner core is what caused your heart to stutter.

As you checked yourself one last time, there was a knock on the door. You took a big breath into your lungs and relaxed your shoulders. Now or never. You opened the door and immediately made eye contact with him. Dean's face fell into that of a love-struck teenager. His eyes were wide and alert as his lips parted. His sharp features eased, his entire body open and vulnerable to you.

"Y/N...I..." His husky voice breathed your name. He took a step toward you, cupping your cheek with his palm. "You look beautiful." He said slightly louder.  

"You clean up good, Winchester." You flirted. You weren't lying. Dean looked utterly delicious in his black button-down and the light jeans.

"Come on," Dean said with a tilt of his head. He grabbed your hand into his and pulled you into the parking lot. The two of you entered the Impala, and Dean began driving into town.

"Where are we going?" You asked, turning your body to face his.

"I'm not telling," Dean said with bravado.

"Ok...I'm excited." You answered.

About ten minutes later, Dean pulled into a western-themed Mini Golf center. You turned and smiled at him.

"I'm gonna kick your ass." You said with an arrogant laugh.

"In your dreams. Prepare to be demolished." Dean shot back, already getting out of the car. You turned to grab your purse when the passenger door opened. Dean stood with his hand stretched out. You slid your fingers across his and let him pull you out of the car.

You got your clubs and balls and walked over to the first hole. Dean went first, his ball barely making it over the slight hump in the grass. You laughed and set your ball down on the marker. You wiggled your hips slightly, getting your feet right.

"Don't do that to me," Dean said from behind you. You looked at him over your shoulder, giving him your most innocent face.

"I couldn't possibly know what you mean." You said, batting your eyelashes and running the tip of your tongue over your teeth. Dean pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, letting his teeth run over it before it bounced back into place.

"Just hit the ball." He said low and heavy.

"With pleasure." You responded.

You played more holes, and with each passing one, you felt more and more relaxed. You were so comfortable around Dean. You could say anything to him, joking or not. He was your best friend and your partner. The two of you laughed loud. You almost cried when Dean shot all his balls into the small creek on the fourth hole. He couldn't stop the laugh that erupted out of him when your ball hit the windmill blade, sending it straight back to you. Dean got playfully angry when you made three consecutive shots, and he made none. And after it had taken you about six tries to get one ball in, you jumped into his arms, laughing when you finally got it.

You laid down the weight of the world for a moment and enjoyed each other. The evening air kissed your lingering stares and playful touches. You and Dean found an easy rhythm as the sun descended below the horizon. The picturesque sky burned with intense oranges and soft pinks. The shadows of the low light cast Dean in an even more dramatic and contoured hue. The breeze was delicate and silken as it danced over your uncovered skin. You shivered slightly as you placed your ball onto the mark and lined up your club.

"What kind of stance is that?" Dean asked.

"Same one I have had this entire time." You said.

"No wonder you are losing. That looks wrong." He assessed, tilting his head and body to look you over.

"I'm sorry, Tiger Woods. Please forgive me." You joked. Before you could take a breath, Dean stood behind you. He slid his hands down your arms, covering your hands with his. His body pressed into you, so close that his chin touched your shoulder when he began to talk.

"Relax." He whispered. You breathed and let go of the tension keeping you stiff. You felt your body melt into his. He stood firm as you leaned against him. Dean took a breath into his lungs, his exhale tickling your back.

"Does that feel better?" He asked, leaning even more forward to look at your face. You raised your eyes to his, holding them before you spoke.

"It's perfect." You whispered.

"I agree," Dean answered, his gaze flicking between your mouth and eyes. A calm wind blew past you, your body shaking from the cool air.

"Are you cold?" Dean asked. You simply nodded your head.

"They have an indoor thing, I think; let's go." He released you from his tight grip. He took your club into his hand and wrapped his opposite arm around your shoulders, leading you toward the building. You snuggled into him, taking in his musky and manly scent.

Inside was a saloon-style bar for adults and some stuff for kids in the back. You and Dean sat at the bar, looking at all the decor, trying to inspire an old-west vibe. You each ordered a drink and turned to face one another on your stools. Over Dean's shoulder, you saw a photography set up complete with costumes and backdrops.

"I have an idea." You said with a wicked grin. You grabbed his hand and practically yanked him off the stool and through the bar. Dean looked up and immediately shot you a bitch face.

"No." He said.

"Yes." Was all you replied.

Dean put the outfit over himself, wrinkling his nose at the scratchy fabric. He returned to the bar and gave the photographer a shrug before placing his beer on the counter. He rested his elbow on the bar and waited for you. About five minutes later, you came back into the room. You wore a black lace corset that hugged your frame perfectly. Billowing black and burgundy skirts flowed out from your hips. The right side was hiked up and tucked into your waist, showing off black tights and heels. Layers of pearls hung from your neck, swaying as you moved. Your hair had been pinned, a burgundy feather sticking out from behind your ear. The strap of your left shoulder fell as you walked over to Dean. His mind went blank. The world fell away until all that was left was you. He lost his balance, his elbow falling off the bar, sending him stumbling forward. His hands wrapped around your waist to steady himself. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, looking up at him with large eyes.

"You know this is like really hitting all my fantasies right now?" Dean said, his voice dense and syrupy.

"Oddly enough, it's stirring some up for me." You replied, giving Dean a not-so-subtle once over.

"Alright! Let's get these pictures taken!" The photographer sounded cheesy and overexcited. You chose the backdrop you wanted and stood in front of the screen. There were props you could choose from. You and Dean both decided on a gun. You suddenly felt uncomfortable and self-conscious. How were you supposed to pose? This all felt weird.

"Don't worry. We can work through some poses together." The photographer said as if on cue.

"Ok, let's start with you in the chair." He pointed to Dean. "And you behind him." He told you. You and Dean took your assigned spots.

"Good! Now place your hand on his shoulder and your other hand with the gun on your hip." You did as he instructed. "Perfect!" He took a few snaps.

"Ok, now, good sir. If you don't mind turning fully to the side. And let's have our beautiful lady stand in between your legs." You bit your lip as you positioned yourself between Dean's muscular thighs.

"Wrap your arm around her and hook your thumb into her garter there." He said. Dean's thick fingers wrapped around your thigh, his thumb sliding into the garter. You took in a shuttering breath, trying to hide your arousal. The photographer took a few more shots before coming out from behind the camera again.

"Ok, now sit on his lap." He said. You stepped out of the way and allowed Dean to move into position on the chair. He then motioned for you to sit, kindness and a hint of amusement in his eyes. You sat down on him, crossing your legs and leaning into his chest. Your skirt opened up, showing off most of your legs. Dean cleared his throat but remained still. He once again touched your leg, smoothing his palm down from your knee to grasp your ankle.

"You doing ok?" Dean whispered.

"Yeah, this is fun." You said with a slight giggle. Dean smiled at you, tilting his head back slightly.

"You guys look amazing together!" The photographer exclaimed as he took more pictures.

"Finally..." He said, raising his finger to his chin in thought. "Stand up." He decided. You stood first, letting your skirts fall back over your body. Dean moved the chair out of the way and waited for his next direction.

"Ok, stand facing each other. Now you turn slightly." He said to Dean, turning him by the shoulders so he was facing more forward than you.

"And you grab him by the jacket." You held Dean's jacket with both hands, the gun resting against him.

"Perfect! Now, lift your leg to his waist." You once again lifted your leg, feeling your skirt open to expose all the way to the curve of your ass.

"And grab her leg and hold her steady." The photographer instructed Dean. Dean looked at you and gave you a tight smile as if he was holding back laughter. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. His other hand lay against the top of your thigh, the gun pressing into your skin.

"This is nice." You joked.

"Ya know. I was just thinking about how we should do this more often." Dean amused back.

"And look here!" The photographer called, taking the last of the photos.

Once you and Dean changed back into your regular clothes, you looked over the pictures. You had to admit, they looked pretty cool. The sepia tone hid imperfections well, highlighting your makeup and dark clothing. Dean looked ridiculously handsome, as always, his strong looks accentuated by the shadows and contrasts.

"I like these two," Dean said, pointing to the one of you on his lap and the one of him holding you against him.

"Of course you do." You laughed. "I like those too." You agreed. Dean paid for a large print of both of you standing and got a photo strip of your four poses. You were surprised he actually bought it. You thought he would want to forget you made him do this as soon as possible.

"I can't believe you bought it." You expressed your thoughts as you walked back to the car.

"Of course! I gotta have some reminder of the first date with my girl." Dean said in a joking tone. You stood in front of the car, not wanting to get in and end the night. You smiled and stepped toward him, looking up at him with your eyes.

"What do you want to do now?" You asked, your voice breathy and low. Dean cupped your cheeks, his thumbs pushing your jaw to tilt your face toward his.

"I'm gonna kiss you now," Dean said, almost as if he was telling himself and you.

"Finally." You breathed.

He kissed you like how the waves kiss the sand. Consistent and all-encompassing. His soft and full lips moved over yours with passion and adoration. His fingers twisted into your hair at the nape of your neck, melting you further into him. He backed you up against the Impala, your back leaning on the cold metal. One hand slid down your body, slipping under the hem of your shirt. His gentle fingers caressed your stomach and ribcage. His index finger sunk below the waistband of your jeans. You broke the kiss.

"I really want you to keep going, but there are kids here." You said, looking around at the selection of minivans in the parking lot. Dean leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. He nodded, moving your head with the motion.

"Ok, yeah." He finally said. The beginning of the drive was quiet and slightly awkward. Neither of you knew what to say after that. You pulled your leg onto the seat, and Dean instantly slid his hand down your thigh. He grabbed a fistful of the jean-covered flesh of your inner thigh and yanked you toward him. You let out a surprised squeak but quickly settled next to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and relax into the silence.

Dean walked you to your motel room. You turned to face him, holding his eyes with yours.

"I had a really great time tonight, Dean. Thank you for everything." You said sincerely.

"Does our night have to end?" Dean asked, taking a step toward you.

"No." You could barely get the word out before Dean was on you again. His mouth overtaking and tasting every part of yours. Your back was pressed against the wood door. Dean lifted you to him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Somehow, you got into your motel room, Dean stumbling in with you in his arms.

The two of you connected in ways you never thought possible. The world was deep in slumber as you explored every inch of each other's bodies. The cocky and self-assured personality he used as a shield fell away, and all that was left was Dean. Raw and real. Achingly beautiful. You silently pledged yourselves to each other under the crescent moon. No one understood you better. No one loved you better. No one. It was Dean. It was always Dean.

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[silver138]

Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 7

word count - 2.4k warnings - cursing, discussion of poor self-esteem

Summary: Lina gets a pep talk from her roommate, a coffee for Spencer, and (unsuccessfully) a new nickname from Derek.

After a full night's rest, I woke up on Thursday in a good mood. As I get ready for work, I hear Val pound on the door. "What?!" I say from the shower.

She barrels in, and says, "Sorry Lina, I gotta go!"

I scoff and say, "Fine...just...don't take too long, 'kay?"

"Yeah, yeah..." she says dismissively.

"Hey, how'd you sleep by the way?" I ask her.

"Oh, I slept great last night." she says, and I can practically hear her smirking.

"What'd you do? Did you find out whose car that was going off?" I asked, rinsing my hair.

"Oh, yeah. Along with the rest of the street. I don't think we're gonna have to worry about that happening again anytime soon..." she answers, finishing up and washing her hands.

"OK, no, but seriously, what did you do, Val?!" I ask, leaning my head out to look at her.

Still smirking, she says, "Me? I did nothing. I was about to bitch out whoever had the car, but I figured he had more to worry about, what with it having been egged, and a note on the hood that said, 'If someone wanted your rust bucket, it would be gone. NO ONE WANTS IT.'"

I start snorting at that, and she joins in cackling. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around myself, I say, "Well, guess we don't have to worry about that alarm going off again..."

Noticing I'm alone and the door is left open, I stick my head out of the bathroom and yell, "Val, what the hell?!"

I hear her voice floating from the living room, saying, "What? You were getting out! Besides, it'll help get rid of the steam faster, so you can get all dolled up for your doctor friend."

Dammit, Val... Exiting the bathroom, I start picking out my clothes, and I tell her as nonchalantly as I can, "Oh, by the way, I got his number..." I hear a thump, and suddenly Val is next to me in my room, an ardent smile on her face.

"You're shittin' me," she says.

I shake my head and say, "Nope. Got it yesterday before we got on the Metro home."

Folding her arms and leaning against the door jamb, she asks, "So, didja text him yet?"

"Ah, no, not yet." I falter.

"So whatcha waiting for?" she continues, quirking an eyebrow at me.

"Well...I mean...I don't wanna...wake him...if he's not up yet..." I sputter out.

She hums and nods, then says, "So text him before you leave for work. You take the same train, right?" I nod, and she replies, "So, safe to say you'd be on a similar schedule?"

"I...yeah, probably?" I squeak.

She turns and walks closer, looking at the clothes I picked out.

"So, text him then. He'll be awake," she says.

Getting dressed, I say, "But...what...what do I say?!"

She scoffs and tells me, "Oh, come on, you're a smart woman, I'm sure you can think of something..." looking at me and wiggling her eyebrows.

Chewing my lip, I head into the bathroom to start on my hair. After gathering what I need, I turn around to see Val sitting on my bed, seemingly waiting for me to say something. "Shit, Val, am I being timed?" I spit out, pulling a smirk from her.

She feigns an innocent look and shakes her head. Sighing, I suggest, "I can see if he wants a coffee or something. Think that would work?"

"There're those brains kickin' into high gear!" she says cheerfully, bounding over to sit on the toilet while I do my hair and makeup.

I give her a sour look and start the hair dryer, earning another faux-innocent smile from her. As I work on my hair, she waits, looking at the various products I have gathered on the sink. Hair finally dry enough to run a straightener through, she asks, "How much shit do you need for your hair?"

I sigh carefully to keep from burning myself and say, "To have it the way I want it? A lot. There's stuff to tame the frizz, extra moisture because the heat can fry it, the serum to help it be straight, the spray to help keep it straight..."

"Doesn't it start to turn curly anyway by the end of the day? Why bother with all this shit to change it?" she says, setting a bottle back. Finishing with the straightener, I turn it off and unplug it, setting it aside to cool.

"Because I look better with straight hair," I say quietly, putting on eyeshadow.

"No, you think you look better with straight hair because that's what everyone else has. I've been telling you since, what, high school, that you shouldn't give a shit about what other people think?"

Steadying my hands, I put on my eyeliner. "That's easy for you to say, Vallie. You weren't the one who got picked on for being 'weird'." I say coolly.

She snorts and says, "No, but I do know that you aren't worthless, like those jackasses made you think."

"You should like yourself more. And that's all any more I'm gonna say about it because this is turning into a fuckin' after-school special. Embrace who you are, Lina!" she finishes with a bizarre wave of her hands. Closing up the eyeliner, I snort and look at her.

"I'll...I'll try, Vallie. Ooh, time?!" I say.

Looking at my phone, she says, "6:27. You still good? Know what you're gonna text, what was his name, oh, Spencer?"

Putting on mascara, I say through an open mouth, "Uh-huh. Gonna let him know I'm stopping to get coffee, would he like any."

Val gives a half-shrug and a head nod, saying, "Open-ended enough of a question. Yeah, that should work."

Finishing off with a tinted lip balm, I turn to her and ask, "How do I look?"

She gives me an 'ok' hand sign and says, "Not bad, not bad..."

Cleaning up my things from the counter, I say drily, "Gee, I don't know if I can handle such high praise, there, Val..."

Snorting, she swats me and says, "Alright, alright, get going. You've got to go to work."

I groan and walk out to get my shoes on. "Yeah...though it's not really that bad. Well, not yet, at least. I hope I can keep up when they get busy..." I say.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to see, huh?" Val says from the bathroom.

"Yeah, I guess so...hey, close the door, dammit!" I tell her playfully.

"Yeah, yeah. Have a good day at work, Lina," she says, then hearing the sound of her closing the door.

Smiling, I say to the door, "Thanks, Vallie. You too."

Putting on my coat, grabbing my purse, and shoving the last 2 books into it, I take a deep breath and pull my cell phone out. After a few minutes of walking and thinking, I type out a message to Spencer.

Hey, Doc. I'm stopping at Starbucks for some coffee, did you want any?

After reading and re-reading to be sure there are no typos, I then send it and start heading that way. I'm close enough that I can see the store when I feel my phone go off. I walk to the side and I check the message.

Good Morning, Lina. You don't have to get me coffee.

Frowning slightly, I quickly type back:

I know I don't have to, but I figured you might want some coffee that wasn't from work to start your day.

I debate on adding a winky face but decide against it. Don't know if he knows the meaning behind the emoticons, don't want him to think I'm making fun or anything... Going over it again, I then send it and continue walking towards Starbucks.

Walking inside and getting in line, I feel my phone go off again. Reading it, I can't help but smile this time.

Well, when you put it that way...I'll make sure to pay you back. I like my coffee pretty sweet, and I usually just get black coffee and add sugar to it. Thank you!

Snorting, I quickly send him another text.

Don't worry about paying me back. About how many sugar packs do you take in your coffee?

As the line moves forward, there's only one ahead of me when I feel my phone go off once again.

I don't usually measure, but I put a fair bit in, so maybe six?

Sending him a text letting him know what I'll get him, the barista asks me what I want. I tell him my order; one grande mocha, one venti black coffee. I give him my name, then stand to the side while they make the drinks.

Checking that I still have enough time to get to the metro, I tap my foot anxiously and take a deep breath, grabbing a handful of sugar packets and a stirrer. My name is called, and I rush to grab the drinks, saying a quick, "Thank you!" as I take off for the train.

Jogging to make it in time, I only stop when I make it to a bench, sitting down to catch my breath. About a minute later, the metro wheels up, stopping to let people on and off. I start searching for Spencer, finding him as I walk on.

I slide close to him, quietly saying, "Hey, Spencer. Good morning." He looks up, first at me and then at the coffee I hand him, slightly surprised.

He lets out an, "Oh, hang on..." and goes to reach into his satchel.

"Nope. Don't worry about it, Doc. Hopefully, I got you enough sugar." I say, carefully handing him the larger of the two cups, along with the handful of sugar packets and the stirrer.

"But..." he says, and I gently cut him off.

"I've seen how much coffee you drink at work, Spencer. Trust me, this one's for you." I say as he starts tapping the sugar into his coffee and stirring. As he slowly starts drinking it, I continue, "Though, it's probably a good idea if you eventually try to get more sleep. All that caffeine can't be good for you..." I tease slightly.

Flushing, he says, "Thank you. You didn't have to..."

I shrug and say, "Yeah, I know I didn't have to. It's just something I do for my friends." I take a drink of my coffee and smile at him. He smiles back shily, taking another drink.

"Alright! Are you ready for the last two books in this series til May?" I ask with a grin. He chuckles and nods, and I hand him the books, which he then puts in his satchel. As we sip our coffee and talk some more, I notice we're nearing our stop and signal that we want to exit.

"So, you're still in college, right?" Spencer asks me as we walk towards the work building.

"I...yeah, how'd you know?" I asked, slightly surprised.

He just gives me a tight grin and says, "Oh, I, uh, I overheard Garcia talking about it."

Raising my eyebrows and looking at him, I say, "Oh, yeah? What all did she say?"

He says, "Oh, I didn't hear much, other than you're in college working on your Ph. D. in psychology." I hum in acknowledgment.

"I'm actually just finishing up. I have my final exams the week after next. As long as I pass them, I'll be considered a graduate. I'll have to wait to get my physical diploma with everyone else, but for all intents and purposes, I'll be done." I tell him.

"Do you know what you'll do after that?" he asks.

I take a breath in and let it out, saying, "Honestly? Probably just work for a while, and get some experience working with people psychologically. I, um, already have a Ph. D. in Computer Science, that's how I was able to intern here."

"You already have a Ph. D.? How old are you, Lina?" he asks, as we enter the elevator.

"I'm 22...I'll be 23 in the summer, though. Hey, what about you, Doc? Aren't you, like, my age? I heard you have a bunch of degrees." I say.

"Oh, um, I'm-I'm 24, and I have Ph. D.s in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering, and B.A.s in Psychology and Sociology." he stammers.

Looking at him and raising my eyebrows, I reply jokingly, "Well, damn, now I know why you don't sleep..."

"I mean, that's not the only reason but..." he starts.

"I know, I'm joking, Spencer. Sorry. Just...wow, y'know? That's very, very impressive." I say quickly. The elevator doors open, and we walk onto our floor.

"You think so?" he asks sincerely, a small smile growing on his face.

I look at him incredulously and start to say, "Yes, Spencer, really. Hasn't anyone..." when our conversation is interrupted by Derek saying teasingly, "Oh, I see how it is. You make a Starbucks run without telling the rest of us."

Grinning, I tell him, "Well, I like to consider it consolation for enduring the hell that is public transportation. You wanna come ride the Metro with us, you can get Starbucks, too, Derek, how about that?"

Smiling and laughing as he walks over, he replies, "Ah, that's ok. I like my car too much for that, Cupcake." I stop and laugh, crinkling my nose and shaking my head.

"Not Cupcake either, gotcha," Derek says, as he turns to ask Spencer something.

"Oh, the Deleware one? Yeah, I'm almost done with mine...hey, Lina?" Spencer says, and I turn around when he calls my name.

"Yeah, Spence?" I ask, and he continues. "We, um, we still on for lunch today?"

Breaking out into a huge smile I say, "Yeah, still on for lunch. See you then, Doc."

As I turn back around and start to walk to Penelope's office, I hear Derek say, "'Doc', huh?"

"Shut up, Morgan..." I can hear Spencer grumble.

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[winchester-girl67]

Don’t Say A Word (Part 10)

Summary: Dean's jealousy starts to show when Y/N tends to Sam's hand. And he gets overprotective when Sam asks for her help with the case.

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Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,071

Warnings: language, angst, arguing, bickering, minor injury, brief mentions of death/drugs, drinking, Sam being cute, pining, jealousy, unrequited feelings, love triangle, slow burn, some fluff

A/N: We see a bit more of the love triangle going on in this part. It just sort of happened when I wrote Sam.

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Dean was looking at you with what could only be described as frustrated jealousy when you dragged Sam into the cabin. It struck you as odd since you were supposed to hate each other. You had hated each other for most of the time you were together. Minus the twelve hours the truce had lasted, six of which were spent asleep.

You pushed Sam to sit on the edge of the tub as you stood in front of him. It was certainly a change to manhandle someone practically twice your size for once. It was a bit of a power rush, you had to admit, even if you knew Sam was letting you do it.

You took out the first aid kit and disinfected the crescent bite mark on his palm. You added that antibiotic cream that Dean had used on you and gently applied a large bandage over the wound. All the while Dean hovered in the doorway, pacing back and forth until you shot him a dirty look and he backed off.

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"You want me to do what?" You asked with wide eyes, a while later, sitting on the couch next to Sam while Dean sat hunched over awkwardly on the bottom bunk so his head wouldn't hit the top part of the frame.

"Pretend to be Auburn, just for a couple of hours until I can get Ketch to set up a meeting with the man in charge of the operation. I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you, Y/N." Sam bargained, crossing his heart and using those damned puppy dog eyes on you again.

"But you yourself said I don't look anything like her." You argued, not all that anxious to throw yourself back into that hot mess that you barely made it out of in the first place.

"You don't, not really. You've got something that she doesn't." He smiled, brushing back your hair and gazing into your eyes, unaware of the tinge of red creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. You heard Dean make a fake gagging noise behind you and shot him a hateful stare as he rolled his eyes in return. "But I've been thinking about that. With the makeup and wig she usually wears to events, I think you could pass-"

"You think?"

"Like I said, Ketch still thinks that you were her. This wouldn't be that far of a stretch and you would never be in the same room as the man in charge." Sam tried to explain, but you just kept shaking your head. "Just hear me out. If we get this guy, you are home-free. You get to walk away and live your life again. Right now you're stuck here playing doppelgänger until Auburn returns and let's face it, that's probably not any time soon. I just need an in to flush him out. I need you."

"But, what if-"

"I'll be with you the whole time, Ketch won't even come near you. I promise." Sam urged and despite your nerves, you were considering it.

You wanted to go home, sleep in your own bed, wear your own clothes, and take a shower that didn't smell like rotten eggs. All without your grumpy sidekick, or having to watch over your shoulder at every odd creak and groan that your old apartment inevitably made. You told yourself that you could do this. You could get into the mindset of Auburn, you could work with Sam on catching this guy, and you trusted him to keep you safe. He did it once.

"For the record, I don't like this. But," you sighed, combing your hair back through your fingers. "I guess, I don't have much of a choice."

"Thank you, Y/N-" Sam began.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me. This isn't her fight, Sam. She's a fucking civilian. She isn't doing this." Dean blurted out, finally having had enough of the sidelines.

"Excuse you, but you don't talk for me. I make my own decisions." You fumed.

"Yeah well, you're terrible at it, so somebody with a little common sense needs to step in and save you from yourself." Dean argued.

"I guess that rules you out then." You taunted, earning a frown from Dean. "And you don't control me, so don't pretend to."

"No wonder you two hate each other. All you do is bicker." Sam interrupted.

"Nobody asked you, Samuel." Dean reprimanded, shooting his little brother a stern side glance.

"Look, Dean, she's gonna be fine-"

"I'm coming with you." Dean demanded.

"No." His brother retorted.

"Yes," Dean countered.

"Nu-uh." Sam shook his head.

"Uh-huh," Dean nodded.

The whole exchange looked very juvenile to you. Like you supposed how they would fight when they were younger.

"You can't. They know who you are, Dean." Sam stressed, pushing back his hair to show off his serious face.

"Sure, but they don't know what I look like. We'll just say that I'm the guy that snatched her and I want a finder's fee or something." Dean explained dryly.

"Finder's fee?" You repeated with an unamused expression, but Dean just smirked at you tauntingly.

"It's too risky," Sam responded.

"Riskier without me." Dean agreed.

"Not gonna happen, Dean. There's photos of you on social media in the background with celebrities. All it takes is for Ketch to recognize you and we're busted."

"Dude, if he hasn't spotted the sore thumb by now," Dean pointed at you and you scowled back at him. "I doubt he's gonna pick me outta the crowd, especially since it's usually just my hand or a butt cheek."

"Not happening and I'm not talking about this anymore," Sam ordered, metaphorically putting his foot down. "I'm in charge of this operation. What I say goes, Dean, and so help me if you get in the way I'll have you detained."

"Whatever, I need a drink." Dean grumbled stubbornly.

He made his way into the kitchen and went through the cupboards until he found a bottle of whiskey. He poured himself two fingers and downed the glass, making an annoying hiss as it burned his throat. You were sure this was far from over between the two of them. You figured he was probably used to calling the shots with his little brother and in the end, he was gonna do whatever the hell he wanted; so there was no use to continuing arguing about it.

It was as if Sam could read your mind, watching you glare at Dean as he poured another glass, sipping from it this time. He patted your knee, gaining your attention and smiled at you. His hazel eyes were soft and affectionate and you wondered how this guy could ever be related to a hard-ass like Dean. Hell, why was Dean even still on your mind when Sam was so close with his hand still on your knee.

You let out a breath and returned the smile, sliding your hand over his and entwining your fingers. You didn't know why you did it, maybe you just needed a little comfort, some reassurance that only came from the touch of another human being. Something that you obviously weren't going to get from Dean again anytime soon and it didn't seem to bother Sam, he even gave you a light squeeze of his hand in return. You didn't expect to feel any sort of closeness to the man who'd drugged and kidnapped you, but somehow he was easier to connect with than Dean. Ultimately, he needed you to catch this guy and you needed him to get your life back.

"Getting a little chummy with your mark there, aren't ya, Sammy?" Dean said, eyeing your hands together when he returned to lounge on the bottom bunk.

"Back off, Dean. Why are you being such a dick today?" Sam asked, letting go of your hand in a huff.

"Maybe because I've got a client that won't listen to a fucking word I say and a little brother who's enabling her; making my life a hell of a lot more difficult." Dean ranted.

"I'm not your fucking client. I thought we've been through this." You snapped.

"I'm still responsible for you."

"Says who?"

"Me."

"You really are a stubborn pain in my ass." You grumbled, leaning back in your seat and sinking into the couch.

"Because I care?"

"But, do you really?" You snarked, side eyeing him.

"Why wouldn't I?" He frowned as if all your bickering had meant nothing.

"I don't know. Does Dean Winchester, ladies man, even care about anyone? I mean that's why you never had a relationship longer than a week, right?" You speculated, since you had no idea how long his longest relationship was. The look on his face told you, you weren't far off.

"That's different," he uttered.

"I'm sure it is." You scoffed.

"I'm not some monster, Y/N." Dean said and you could see the muscles in his jaw tightening as he glared at you, a quarter tumbler of whiskey in his hand.

"Could've fooled me," you bit back and shrugged.

"Oh sure. Because I've been so cruel to you, doing everything I possibly could to make you comfortable and safe. Yet, you still hate me. Did I drug you? Was I rough with you? No. All I've ever done is protect you even when I didn't need to. I know I could walk away right now- Hell, I could've walked away days ago when you disappeared at that diner, but I didn't. Because on some level I felt guilty, I felt responsible, but not anymore. You wanna risk your life, go ahead. I'm not gonna be your safety net anymore. I don't owe you anything." Dean said, downing the rest of his whiskey in one go and making that hiss sound again.

He set the tumbler down on top of the television and stomped out of the cabin, slamming the door shut behind himself. The wood banged against the frame loudly, making you jump in your seat next to Sam.

There was this longing feeling you had, staring at the door after him. You found yourself hoping that it would open again and he would return. It hurt knowing that Dean was giving up on you, even if that's what you thought you wanted. You couldn't tell left from right when it came to what you were feeling lately, but you refused to think that anything more could develop from the hatred between you two.

"You okay?" Sam asked, pulling your attention away from the door and you gripped at your thighs to settle yourself.

"Mhm. Can I ask you something?" Sam nodded before you continued. "Is he always like this?"

"Uh... Look, Y/N, Dean's always been rough around the edges but he means well. He's just been through a lot this past year."

"He treats me like I'm a child that needs to be told not to touch a hot stove. I'm capable of not dying on my own, you know."

"Don't tell him I told you this, but this time last year, Dean lost a client on the job. It was a freak accident on a ferris wheel after a concert. Some drugs were involved, but he felt like it was his fault and has been blaming himself ever since. Even though she didn't listen to him when he told her to stay within eyesight, and by time he found her it was too late. He was her handler for six months and I always thought they had something more going on, but Dean's only ever denied it." Sam explained, somehow making you feel like a complete jerk for the hassle you'd given him. Maybe that’s why he didn’t do relationships. "My point is, don't hold everything against him. He's just doing what he thinks is right."

"I don't mean to, Sam, I swear. It's just every time I hear his voice- I dunno, I just wanna shut him up.” You fake strangled the air in emphasis, “You know?"

"Mhm, Dean can have that effect on you. Especially when he's in bodyguard mode." Sam chuckled.

"So, he is a bodyguard then?" You teased, your lips tugging up at the corners.

"Uh, yeah, don't tell him I called him that either." Sam smirked sheepishly as if he didn't want to get in trouble.

"Your secret’s safe with me." You crossed your heart and smiled.

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

five. | new ride

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 3k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, dry humping, hickies

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The next morning Win slept in, waking rested for once, the pleasant ache between her thighs reminding her that last night had been more than just a dream.

“Shit, I should probably call Holly,” she muttered, scrambling out of bed.  By the time she’d gotten home the night before, it had been too late to call, unless she wanted to wake the whole Hampton household.

Stumbling first toward the bathroom, Win stopped short, doing a double take when she spotted her reflection and the large dark hickey nearly the size of a quarter on her neck staring back.  

“Billy!” she groaned, leaning closer to the mirror to get a better look.  “I’m gunna kill him,” she muttered between clenched teeth, though the memory of his mouth on her neck the night before sent her heart racing.

“It’s okay,” she told herself, taking a calming breath.  “I just need some cover up.”  Digging through her makeup bag, she triumphantly clutched the little tube only to realize it was practically empty.  “Shit–” she hissed, tossing the empty concealer into the trash.  At least she had time to get more before school on Monday, plus her dad was probably asleep by now, so she could sneak out without being seen.

The sharp ring of the telephone interrupted her thoughts and she raced back across the room to grab it before it woke her father up.  “Hello?”

“Win?” Holly’s voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Oh hey, I was just about to call you,” Win replied, sinking back atop her bed.

“What happened last night after we left?”

“Uh, well…” Win hesitated, unsure how it might look if she told the truth.

Holly, however, guessed what Win’s reluctance meant before she could finish.  “Oh my God, you slept with him!” she cried.

“Yeah… yeah, I did,” Win admitted with a grimace, waiting for a chastening, but Holly merely let out an excited squeal.

“How was he?” she asked, her voice dropping conspiratorially.

“Well, he made me cum, so that’s better than most of the guys I’ve been with,” Win laughed wryly, downplaying it.  “But really, it was good,” she added, her voice a murmur.  “And… he asked me out,” she admitted.

“And you agreed this time?” Holly asked expectantly.

“...Yes.”

“God, finally,” her friend huffed.  “I mean, come on, you two have had some mondo serious sexual tension since he got here.”

“Holly!”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Alright, fine,” Win exclaimed, eager to steer the conversation elsewhere.  “Enough about me, what happened with you and Steveeee?” she asked pointedly.

“Nothing as exciting as what happened to you,” Holly replied, a twinge of regret in her voice.  “We talked for a bit though, and we have plans to hang out again, just the two of us this time, no offense,” she added with a snort.

“None taken,” Win replied, fighting back a laugh; it seemed her plan had worked.  “I’m glad, though.  You’ll hafta let me know how it goes– ah shit,” she swore, noticing the time.  “Sorry Hol, I gotta run to Melvald’s, I’m all out of coverup.”

There was a pause before Holly responded knowingly.  “Why do you need coverup?”

“Why do you think?” Win snorted before saying goodbye and hanging up.

She hurriedly dressed, throwing on the most high necked shirt she had and biked to Melvald's.  Luckily the local general store was relatively empty when Win arrived, parking her bike and venturing inside.  Mrs. Byers greeted her as she walked past and Win gave her an awkward wave and a smile before making a b-line for the cosmetics.

“There you are,” she muttered, snatching the concealer she used.  After a moment’s deliberation she took a second bottle, just in case this became a regular thing.  

The little bell tied to the front door jingled and Win looked up to see none other than Billy Hargrove enter.  As soon as he caught sight of her, a grin tugged at his lips and he strode over.  “Thought that was your bike out front,” he said, raising an eyebrow at the makeup in her hand.  “What’s that for?” he mused, hooking a finger under the high collar of her shirt and tugging it down before she could stop him.

Billy let out a low whistle at the sight of the mark he’d left on her neck.  “Oops,” was all he said before that smug look overtook his visage once more.

“Oops, my ass,” Win scoffed dryly, directing her best withering glare at him.

“Guess I got a little carried away,” he replied with a shrug.  “Can you blame me though?” he asked, wetting his lips expectantly.

“You know, I’m starting to think it wasn’t actually an accident at all,” Win said, cocking an amused eyebrow at him and Billy huffed a laugh.

“So you’re saying no more hickeys?” he ventured, wearing what could only be described as a pout and Win couldn’t help but laugh.

“I wouldn’t say that.  Just… maybe only where you can see them,” she answered, lowering her voice for his ears alone, though they were basically the only ones in the store at the moment.

“You’re kind of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“I thought you knew that already, Billy boy,” Win snorted and he shrugged.  

“Honestly, I thought some of it was just for show,” he admitted, a grin playing at his lips.

“You take that back!” Win gasped, giving him a playful shove as she fell into step with him.  “So, what did you come here to buy?” she wondered and Billy’s grin turned wry as he stopped in front of the condoms, plucking a couple packs from the hook.

“You really think we’re gunna need all those?” she teased and it was Billy’s turn to give her a flat look.

“Unless you’re on the pill, then yeah,” he scoffed.  “As far as I’m concerned, we’re just getting started,” he drawled.

Win grinned to herself as they ambled toward the check out.  “I am on the pill, by the way.”

“Oh,” Billy breathed, faltering for a second, as if rethinking the condoms.  “Ah screw it, double assurance is probably better anyway.”  Stepping up to the register, he tossed the condoms on the counter.

“That all for you?” Mrs. Byers asked, glancing between Win and Billy and their purchases.

“This too,” Billy grunted, taking the makeup from Win’s hand and dropping it next to the condoms.

“You don’t have to do that–” Win began, but Billy shook his head.

“Well, it’s kinda my fault you need it,” he murmured, ignoring the way Joyce’s eyebrows climbed.

“Guess you have a point,” Win replied, hoping her face wasn’t too red.

Billy paid and held the door open for her, eyeing her bike leaning against the street lamp before turning back to her.  “You gotta be home right away?”

“No, not really,” Win admitted, checking her watch.

“I’ve got some time before I gotta pick up my bratty step sister from the arcade.  Wanna go for a ride?  I’ll drop you off after,” Billy offered, watching her expectantly.

“Yeah, alright.”

Billy’s lips tugged into probably the most genuine smile Win had seen from him yet and he hoisted her bike into the trunk while she climbed in front.

“Anything remotely fun to do around here?” he asked, reaching into the breast pocket of his jacket for his cigarettes, offering Win one as he peeled out, driving off.

Win thankfully took the pro-offered smoke and leaned in closer to light it from Billy’s Zippo before he shut the lid with a quick flick of his wrist.  She took a deep draw, blowing the smoke toward the window before answering.  “I’m still figuring that out.  I only moved here a couple months before you.”

“I knew you weren’t from around here,” Billy mused, glancing over at her over his aviators before his eyes flicked back to the road.  “You don’t have the look.”

“The look?” Win asked, raising a brow at him.

“Yeah, that small town backwater look,” Billy clarified with a derisive snort.  

Win rolled her eyes, grinning to herself as she flicked the built up trail of ash out the window.  “We could go to Lover’s Lake,” she suggested, carefully avoiding the look Billy shot her.

“Thought you said you hadn’t shacked up with anyone from Hawkins.”

“I haven’t,” Win replied, “but I know things.  I know this it’s the place to go if you wanna be alone.”

Her answer seemed to satisfy Billy and he followed her directions, pulling off the main road. “So where did you move from?” he asked as he parked in a secluded spot, turning the car off, but leaving the radio on, playing softly in the background.

“Not quite as far as you,” Win answered, fiddling with the cigarette between her fingers.  “I’m from Chicago.”

“Chicago, huh?  Why’d you move here of all places?” Billy asked, leaning back, his head rolling against the head read as he turned to look at her.

“It certainly wasn’t my choice,” Win scoffed, bringing the cigarette back to her lips, but Billy didn’t speak, merely waiting for a real answer and Win sighed.

“My dad’s a scientist.  He was working out of a research lab in the city until he got a job offer at Hawkins Labs that he said was too good to pass up,” she explained, watching the smoke wend lazily from the end of her cigarette.  “Nothing’s really changed though, he works the same rancid hours that he did before, it’s just the scenery that’s different,” she muttered.

“Bet you miss it.”

“Yeah, there was always something to do there.  I never felt as lonely as I do here,” Win admitted, putting her cigarette out in the ashtray.

“What about you?  How’d you end up here?” she asked, finally looking back at Billy.

Billy let out a grunt, his eyes dropping to the cigarette nearly burned down to his fingers.  “My dumb step sister kept running away after our parents got married.  A bunch of shit went down and they decided it would be better to get away from it all, get ‘a fresh start’, and that’s why they moved us to Bumfuck, Indiana,” he mocked, scowling before flicking his spent cigarette out the window.

The silence stretched while Win studied his profile.

“Actually, I think Bumfuck’s like fifty miles west of here,” she said in all faux seriousness.

For a moment Billy’s brows pinched together before an amused snort ripped from his nose and he began to laugh.  “Y’know, maybe this shit town’ll be a little more tolerable from here on out,” he said, pulling his sunglasses off and leaning in.

“Yeah?  And why’s that?” Win asked, wanting to hear him say it.

“Will you just c’mere,” Billy huffed, pulling her across the center console into his lap, pushing his seat back so she’d have enough room.

“Billy!” Win gasped, straddling his waist, but whatever else she had waiting on the tip of her tongue dissolved as soon as he kissed her, his arms wrapping around her middle to pull her closer.

Opening her mouth wider for him, she groaned as his tongue met hers, exploring her mouth greedily.  With a moan, she brought her hands to the sides of his face, caressing the sharp lines of his jaw as she kissed him back, her tongue eagerly sliding against his as she canted her hips, grinding against him.

When she felt him stiffen beneath her, a moan caught in her throat and she ground against him harder, a shudder passing through her at the sweet friction against her aching cunt.

“Fuck—“ Billy hissed, his gaze flicking up to hers, ocean blue meeting stormy skies, and Win grinned, drawing his bottom lip between hers, nipping at him before sucking gently, pulling back with a soft pop, a silvery string of saliva still connecting them.

“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen,” she breathed, her hips rolling against him, more insistent now.

“Thought that was supposed to be my line,” Billy grunted, his brows furrowing petulantly. 

 “Jesus Billy, just let me compliment you,” Win huffed, a soft whine leaving her swollen lips as her clit dragged against the now soaked fabric of her panties.

For a long moment he merely watched her, his lips twitching into an incredulous grin, her words going straight through him.

“You keep doin’ that and I’m gunna cum in my jeans,” Billy growled as she bore down harder, chasing her pleasure.  Before Win could counter, asking what would be so wrong with that, Billy’s mouth was hot on her neck, his teeth grazing her flushed skin while his tongue laved against her, sending a shiver racing through her.

“Wait–” she gasped, “what’re you doing?”

“If you’re gunna make me cream my boxers, I’m refreshing this mark, gotta show everyone who you’re with now,” he groaned.  “Sound fair?”

“Ughh fine!” Win huffed, her eyelids fluttering as her pleasure gripped her.  “Fuck, I’m–”  Her hips stuttered as she came, writhing desperately in Billy’s lap before a sharp breath left her lips as he sucked hard at her neck, his hips bucking upward beneath her.

“Fuck–” she breathed, the pair of them stilling, both gasping for breath.  “Did you–?”

“Yeah,” he said, grimacing slightly.  

“Sorry,” Win giggled, biting her lip as she watched him, noticing the way his face flushed.  “That’s so cute.”

“You’re such a brat,” Billy huffed, stealing a kiss before she climbed back into the passenger seat.

“You like it.”

Billy rolled his eyes, grabbing his aviators.  “I’ll take you home, Princess.”

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Monday morning, Win wrinkled her nose at her reflection as she sponged more concealer over her neck, Billy’s hickey still noticeable despite the thick layer of makeup covering it.

“You gotta be kidding me,” she muttered, dropping the makeup sponge into the sink, giving up.  Moments later, a knock at her bedroom door made her jump and she quickly straightened. “Winnie, you up?  You’re gunna be late,” her father called through the door.

“Yeah, I’m up.  Just finishing up,” she called back, giving herself one last once over in the mirror before grabbing her backpack.  It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.

She wasn’t expecting her dad to still be standing by the door when she opened it and she nearly ran into him in her haste.

“Whoa whoa,” David exclaimed, grabbing her arms.  “You alright, kiddo?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine, Dad,” Win answered, trying to turn her head so he wouldn’t notice the dark mark gracing her pale skin.  “Like you said, I’m gunna be late.”  Tearing herself from his grasp, she rushed past him into the kitchen to grab a bite of breakfast.

“Hold up.  What’s that?” David asked, his eyes narrowing as he peered directly at the spot she was hoping to hide.  “Is that what I think it is?”

Win grimaced.  “No,” she answered, popping her Eggo into the toaster and turning away.

“Let me see,” David insisted, stepping forward to catch her chin in his hand, tilting her face so he could get a better look at her neck, his expression darkening.  “Who gave that to you?”

Win set her jaw, quickly pulling away.  “No one.”

“Yeah right, young lady.  Was it that Harrington kid you went out with the other night?”

“Steve?  No, it wasn’t Steve,” Win snorted, grabbing her waffle and taking a bite as soon as it toasted.

“Then who–?”

Before Win could think of an answer, the doorbell rang, drawing both Lewis’s attention and she quickly grasped at the distraction, pulling the door open.  “Billy?” she exclaimed reluctantly, finding him waiting on the front porch, leaning against the door frame, his Camaro idling in the driveway as his sister climbed into the back seat, slamming the door shut behind her.

“What’re you–?”

“Winrey, who’s this?” David asked, coming to greet the newcomer, his lips tugging downward as he took in Billy’s appearance.

“Billy Hargrove, Mr. Lewis,” Billy introduced smoothly, extending his hand for David to shake.  

Win’s father’s frown grew and he glared at Billy’s hand as if it were a viper, before reluctantly taking it.  “And who exactly are you?” he asked, looking between Billy and his daughter.

“Sorry, I thought Win would’ve mentioned me, I’m her boyfriend,” Billy replied, shooting Win a smug look.

“Boyfriend?” David repeated faintly.

“Yup, boyfriend,” Win said, practically pushing Billy out the door before her father could recover.  “But we gotta go, okay?  Bye Dad!” she called, grabbing her backpack and rushing outside to jump in the Camaro.

“What are you doing here?” Win asked as soon as Billy slid in the driver’s seat.

“Thought it was my job to drive you around now, y’know, since we’re dating and all,” he replied, giving David a little wave before putting the car in reverse.  “Besides, I’m pretty sure your usual ride isn’t gunna show up,” he added, giving her a pointed look and Win had to agree.  

“Yeah… you’re probably right about that.  Not that I’m really complaining,” she admitted.

From the backseat Billy’s step sister cleared her throat impatiently.  “You gunna introduce me, or what?” she said flatly, and Billy’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.  

“Ugh, fine,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.  “Maxine, this is Win, she’s gunna be riding with us from now on.  Win, this is Maxine, my annoying shitbird of a step sister,” he grunted, focusing on the road.

Win turned in her seat to get a better look at the girl.

“It’s Max, no one calls me Maxine,” she said pointedly, her blue eyes flicking to Win.  “So, you’re actually dating him?” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, guess I am,” Win replied, her lips twitching in amusement.  

“He talks about you a lot, you know–”

“Will you shut up?” Billy snapped, interrupting Max with a glare in the mirror, and Win had to fight back a grin.

“Is that so?” she mused, eyeing his stoic profile as she turned back around.  It seemed like there was more to Billy Hargrove than met the eye.

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Going gold | Yuri P

Chapter 9, Practice Ice | TW Language

"Get up we have practice" a voice said as my eyes flickered open.

When my vision fully cleared I saw Yuri standing above me with two cups of coffee, one in each hand.

"I got you coffee" he said nonchalantly as he placed the cup in his right hand down on the nightstand next to me.

"Thanks" I say as I sit up.

"Hey Yuri where did you sleep?" I asked as I sipped on my coffee.

"On the floor" he replied as he sat down on the bed across from me.

"Why" I asked "i can't imagine that being comfortable".

"Because im sure as hell not sleeping next to you" he spat.

"What's so bad about sleeping next to me?" I replied, annoyed.

"You kick in your sleep, you take up the entire bed, and you snore" he added.

I rolled my eyes and took another sip of coffee.

I got up and walked over to my phone which was plugged in next to my suitcase.

The time was 10:30.

I usually don't sleep in this late..I guess I was jet legged.

I pulled out a pair of black leggings and a black long sleeve shirt. I walked over to the bathroom and went in to change. I brushed out my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail and threw on a headband to keep the flyaways at bay.

I did my skincare and makeup and then walked out to put on my sneakers.

Tomorrows the short program which means I really have to work today.

I did some basic stretches on the floor to warm up and after I was done I sat down on the bed again to scroll on Instagram.

Bzzz Bzzzz

**Incoming call from Mila <3**

I quickly accepted the call and stood up to make my way onto the balcony.

"Heyy!! How's France?" She says as enthusiastically as ever.

"It's really nice! The restaurants are soooo fancy" I say as I sit down in one of the chairs.

"Omg I'm so jelly I wish I got to go to France" she adds.

I laugh.

"Anyways, I saw the post of you and Yuri. Was I right? Do you have the hots for him?" She asked with a laugh.

I looked around to make sure he wasn't in earshot.

"No I don't it was just some crazed fan jumping to conclusions" I reply as my face burns red.

"Was she really jumping tho? I mean If I saw that that's what I would've thought" she adds.

"I don't like him." I say firmly.

"Alright alright, but I'm keeping my eye on you two" She laughs.

I roll my eyes with a smile.

"Anyway I've gotta get going, since yakov and Lilia are both there with you guys I'm stuck here with my bitchy choreographer who keeps yelling at me for checking my phone on break" she huffs.

"Alright I'll see you later" I laugh as she hangs up the call.

I walk back Inside and I see yakov, Yuri, and Lilia about to walk out the door.

"Where are you guys going practice ice isn't until 1:30?" I ask.

"I rented out one of their ballet room so I can condition the both of you." Lilia says as she zips up her coat.

Ugh.

I roll my eyes and grab my skating bag and coffee as they start to exit the room.

I run out of the room and over to the elevator where they all stood. The door opened and we all got in, Lilia pushed the button for the ground floor and we started to descend. I took a sip of my coffee and leaned against the wall as we moved.

When the doors opened we walked outside and onto the bustling street. There was a black car sitting on the side of the road and Lilia and yakov climbed into the front seats.

"When did you guys get this?" I ask.

"While you were sleeping" Yuri replies as he climbs into the seat next to me.

As Lilia started driving, I looked at the beautiful stores and bakery's along the street.

"Hey Yuri we should totally go out and shop after this!!" I say enthusiastically as I look over at him.

"Sure" he said not looking up from his phone.

When we got to the rink I grabbed by stuff and walked in. It was much bigger then the rink I usually practice at, it had four rinks, a full sized gym, and multiple ballet rooms. Lilia asked the receptionist guy where to go and he said to the fourth floor.

We walked up the many flights of stairs and went into one of the ballet rooms.

Lilia unpacked her stuff and Yuri and I got to stretching.

"Alright, today we will only be doing minor conditioning because I don't want to overwork your bodies before tomorrow, however you will still be going through your program choreography and jumps" Lilia says as we finish warming up.

"Y/N, you first" She added.

I groaned and walked over the the center of the room and took my starting position.

I started my program, and every time I messed up she made me restart.

By the time I did It fully correctly I was bent over panting from exhaustion.

"A-am I huff done yet?" I said as I tried to catch my breath.

"Yes, that was good enough. Yuri your up next."

Lilia said dismissively.

He groaned and walked over to the center of the floor.

I sat down in the corner of the studio with my bag and pulled out my water bottle. Through my chugging, I watch Yuri go through the same torture I had endured. However, every time Lilia said something he would retaliate which made her make him redo the program more times. I laughed at his antics from the corner, and in response he gave me a bitchy glare.

I watched him as he danced through his program, he was a very elegant dancer.

I know I will have to put up a fight to win more medals than him, but humbling him in the slightest is definitely worth it.

I put down my water bottle and slid into an elevated split so Lilia couldn't complain I was slacking off. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of Yuri angrily dancing and posted it on Instagram with the caption "training! 🤍 @yuriplisetsky" and posted it.

I knew damn well he would flip out would he saw it, but it was just too funny.

After Yuri finished his program Lilia had us run through jumps, mostly the quads and triples because those were worth the most. By the time we finished that, we had about 5 minutes until our practice ice. Still in the ballet room, me and Yuri laced up our skates. We then headed down to the first floor and walked into one of the rinks.

"You two head out, we will be there in a minute" Lilia said.

Yuri and I stepped out onto the ice and stroked around to get a feel for the area. I did some single jumps to warm up, and then Lilia an yakov came onto the ice.

"Y/N you will be entering from over here and you will be facing that wall when you start your program" Lilia said as she pointed to the wall at the end of the rink.

"Go get in position, we'll run through your short program first" she added as she skated off to the side.

I skated to the center of the ice, facing the wall she pointed too. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yuri skate off the ice and sit down on the fancy bleachers.

Lilia suddenly turned on the music and I started skating. I did my opening and then went straight into my jumps, which i landed almost perfectly. On my quad lutz I had 1/4 of a pre rotation which I didn't realize until Lilia yelled at me for after. I did some combo spins and then finished my program. I took my final position, huffing and panting out of breath.

I heard clapping from someone on the side.

I looked over to see yakov sitting next to Yuri clapping like he just watched the worlds greatest movie.

Yuri, however had his head sitting atop his hand and was scrolling on his phone.

I was kinda disappointed he didn't see.

"Alright you can go take a break, but tell Yuri to get on the ice when you get over there" Lilia said.

I skates off and threw my guards on over my blades so I wouldn't damage them on the metal bleachers.

"Hey Yuri, Lilia wants you on the ice" I say as I approach him.

"Alright" he says as he places his phone down.

I watched him as he slid on his gloves and fixed his ponytail. He got up and walked away, paying no attention to me. I sat down in his spot and was immediately met with boredom.

Out of curiosity, I picked up his phone.

I opened to his Lock Screen and saw messages from "Grandpa ❤️" and "Otabek 😎" but as I scrolled I saw multiple messages from "Mila 🖕" sent to him about 5 minutes ago.

I guessed at his password, but ended up shutting his phone down for 2 minutes. Then I had the genius idea to pull up a photo of him and use Face ID. I opened up my phone and scrolled onto his Instagram and pulled up a photo he posted while we were shopping at the mall. I held it up to the camera on his phone and surprisingly, it worked. I tapped on Mila's messages and the blood drained from my face when I read them

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Mila 🖕

Mila🖕

Dude just ask her out already!

Me

Are you kidding me? she'd never say yes

Mila 🖕

Shes literally your biggest fan why the hell would she say no?

Me

She's not my biggest fan

Mila🖕

Yea I'm pretty sure she is

Me

Regardless I'm not doing it

Mila 🖕

You suck

Me

🖕🖕🖕

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I stared in shock as I read through the messages. Who was this fan he wanted to ask out? And why didn't he tell me? I turned off his phone and slammed it down against the bleachers. I felt a burning betrayal in my stomach.

Why hadn't he told me?

I angrily stood up and walked off to the bathroom.

As I got down to the last step on the bleachers Yuri came walking off the ice.

"Hey Y/N did you see that I landed all my quads perfectly, you better be really to lose tomorrow" he said confidently as he wiped the snow off his blades.

"Ecstatic" I replied with a depressed tone as I passed him by.

He stopped wiping and watched me as I walked away. I didn't care, I just wanted to be far away from everyone. I walked into the women's bathroom next to the stairs and locked myself in one of the stalls. I pulled out my phone and dialed milas number.

"Hello?" She said as she picked up her phone.

"Who does Yuri want to ask out" I say sternly.

"W-what are you- I can't tell you that's that's private!" She exclaims "And how did you even know that Yuri wanted to ask someone out?".

"I went on his phone while he was running through his program and saw messages from you" I said as I shrunk down the wall.

"Look Y/N I'm really sorry but it's not my place to say anything..but don't pester Yuri about it, he's been really stressed because of it" she adds.

"I've gotta go, I'll call you later" she says as she hangs up the phone.

I lower the phone from my ear and onto the floor. I was overwhelmed by a million different emotions that nothing felt real. The world felt like it was crumbling from the inside out.

I felt a single tear shed from my eye.

I wiped it away as I sniffled and picked my phone up off the floor. I feel bad for Yuri, he dosent deserve to be stressed about asking a girl out, but I just don't understand why he wouldn't tell me.

I felt my phone vibrate and light up with a notification

"New message from: Yurio 😾"

The message read: "you ok?"

I unlocked my phone and quickly replied with "yea I'm fine, just felt sick".

I stood up off the floor and walked out of the stall. I looked at myself in the mirror and wiped away my slightly smudged mascara.

I walked out of the bathroom and over to the ice, where Lilia was standing.

"Where were you?" She said sternly as I walked onto the ice.

"In the bathroom, I wasn't feeling good" I stutter out.

"Well I hope your feeling better now because you need to run through your free program" she adds.

"Yea alright"