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tsvkishma · 4 years ago

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you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet, Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group.

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!”

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name.

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 4 years ago

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In love with my best friend

Summary: Spencer gets made fun of when you're introducing him to your friends, oh well your so thought friends.

A/N: okay so this one had a weird inspiration and it was also in the drafts for a couple weeks. So hope you enjoy this one!

You were just sitting at your desk getting all the paperwork done that you got from you last case, hopefully it was gonna be it and you were just gonna have the weekend off, if anything the night off, but one could dream.

As you were finishing off you noticed everyone was gone besides you and Spencer. He was almost always there since he either did more than paperwork. You always admired him, he was smart and didn't let people change him. You liked how he was himself, in a way it made your nerdiness come out too.

“Got any plans for the weekend spence?” you asked as he shrugged.

“Uh, kinda i guess, it's nothing special really.” he said as you knew he was lying. You could see he was holding a grin, whatever he was doing was getting him very excited.

“Come on Reid, it sounds exciting, i can hear it from your hidden grin.” you said as he looked up at you and smiled.

“Uh okay fine, im going to watch this french film, its not that far from here, and i was gonna go with prentiss, but she had other plans, i was uh hoping, you wanted to come with me?” he asked as you nodded.

“Yeah why not, do you think I could invite some of my friends if you'd like, they're french majors, so they could learn a few.” you giggled as he nodded.

“Sounds good,” he said as he smiled.

He didn't really do well making new friends, maybe your friends were different. Hence them being french majors, hopefully they were as nerdy as you and him were.

After you were both done you walked to the metro and headed to where they were showing the film. You had told your friends that you would meet there and that here was someone you wanted them to meet someone.

You thought, “Come one who wouldn't like spencer, whats not to like about him.” and yeah it might sound like you like him, which you do, but you knew he wouldn’t like you like that. He had suffered a lot from Mavae you didn't want to look desperate.

You’ve liked him fro a while, but your feelings would come and go. It depended on what he did that made your heart flutter. When he talked to you about Mavae, you were happy for him, your feelings for him didn't struck, so you weren't jealous, you were genuinely happy for him.

As you saw your friends Spencer was already getting nervous.

“Are you sure they’re gonna like me?” he said as he stopped and you just smiled.

“Spencer, they’re gonna like you, come on, if they don't it’s their loss.” you said as you tugged at his arm and met your friends.

“Hey guys, this is spencer, my-” you said as your friend jess cut you off.

“Woah he looks more like my grandpa with that sweater vest.” she said as you frowned.

“Hey, watch it.” you said as they continued.

“When you said we were gonna meet your friend I thought you were talking about the other dude, you know not scrawny or nerdy.” Alice said.

“Yeah, i guess thats what we get. You cant blame the werido for bringing a weirdo.” tiff said.

You honestly couldnt believe them, you were shocked, poor spencer just stood there behind you. You turned around at him and just felt sorry.

“I am so sorry spencer, look you go inside get us a spot while i talk to them okay?” you said as he nodded and you gave him some money to pay.

“I cant believe you guys, i thought you were my friends. Clearly you guys are very ignorant and dont care about anyone but yourslevves. I've been there for all of you, but clearly that wasn't important to you. If you got a chance to meet him you would've befriended the most sweetest, smartest friend. He’s very cute too, not just from his appearance, but his personallity too, but i guess, appearences only matter to you guys. Im done with you guys, im sorry. I want you guys out of my house, by the end of the week.” you said as you turned around and they were left with shock and no place to sleep.

Spencer had herd all of it, he smiled at what you said, he was glad you were his friend. As you came back you noticed where he was standing and you started to blush.

“Hey Spence, they're gone now, so we can enjoy our movie, or well film, both i guess, i don't know.” you said as you walked to your seats getting flustered. You knew he herd that so you just had to say something.

“You herd all of that didn't you?” you said as he smiled.

“I did, and i think you’re cute too,” he said as you blushed.

“Ah, your herd that too, gosh im sorry, i was just syaing what i was feeling, its true i feel that way. You dont have to say anything i just, i uh i like you.” you said as he placed his hand over your shoulder.

“I like you too y/n. I've liked you for a while, bringing you here was a chance to tell you.” he said as you smiled and looked at him in awe.

“Well im glad i said yes.” you said as he grabbed your chin and looked you in the eyes.

“Can i uhm can i kiss you?” he asked as he was getting nervous and you nodded.

The both of you had dreamed of this and it was happening. It was so passionate, it was just waiting to happen, it felt like you were floating, you never thought you would be kissing him. The movie then started playing and your kiss broke. You smiled at him and gave him one last peck as you two got comfortable and watched the movie.

“Do you uh, want me to translate it for you?” he said as you nodded forgetting this was in french and you knew you would barely understand anything they are saying.

You were happy the whole night filled with Spencer talking to you near your ear and spending time spilling facts with one another and ending the night cuddling. You were happy that you said yes to him hanging out you were even more happy kicking out your friends who weren't really your friends, you know at least you had your house back.

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds imagine

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boys-from-santacarla · 3 years ago

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If you’re still doing the matchups do you mind? -May Taurus born on Beltane

-Witchy af and I love to collect flowers and dead things

-I dress pretty grungy with ripped jeans, crop tops, and plaid shirts. Sometimes with converse, sometimes combat boots. I have a few punk jackets I’m putting together and my next one will be vampire themed.

-I’m a professional body piercer so I’ve got a decent amount of tattoos that I’m collecting all the time and some pretty obvious facial piercings. My ears are asymmetrical and I always have studs in 2/3 of my lobes and a dangly earring (coyote tooth today) in the last one.

-I never ever shut up. I even talk in my sleep, but temper wise I’m fairly chill until pushed too far. My ADHD makes a lot of things seem iMpOrTaNt so I’m kind of a spazz. Definitely more of a mom friend though and always watching out for my friends. Not big on drinking and I don’t smoke but I love hanging with my friends when I can. I’m also a very big on reading…I may or may not be encroaching on 500 books in my way-too-small-for-this-shit apartment.

-In terms of size/body type I’m plus size but I’m working on being ok with my body image.

-Music ranges from classical to heavy metal to swing music so I don’t have a set taste but I have a huge vinyl collection and a deep passion for 80’s music and late 70’s surprisingly (definitely a huge fan of Blue Öyster Cult, The Doors, Pink Floyd, etc).

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG F*CK MY BAD

Notes: It wasn't that long, don't worry, dude. Well, thank you so much for the request! I really hope this is ok. Give feedback to it if you want :)

Maybe not what one would expect, but I can see you going out with...

Michael

This is why

If you had met him before Santa Carla, he might have made fun of you for your "mumbo-jumbo crap", but his skepticism disappeared after meeting the boys, and grandpa has taught him and Sam about nature and a few old rituals from the place, so now he's more open-minded. He is not really what you would call a Wiccan expert, but he will share with you his interest in these things. Oh, and will definitely give you one or two stuffed animals or just weird paraphernalia from his grandpa, just for the love of being annoying.

He will give you some of his shirts if you happen to like them, too. He likes your style because it is similar to his' but better. See, this man just puts on whatever happens to be clean or at least decent to go out with. But he's still trying to look more punk and you are the perfect educator for this, so he will ask you to help him with that and with the leather jackets thing because he only has the one he used to impress the boys with.

After his first piercing, and after seeing you look all badass and cool with yours, he is desperate to get new ones. Will be around you almost begging to have you do his new piercings. If you oblige, you're gonna deal with a beaming, loving Michael for a whole week. He will like them so much he's gonna talk and brag about them with everyone, even random strangers because he can't stop the excitement. If he comes across some awesome rings or jewelry in general, he will buy a pair for you two to match together.

I'm not gonna lie, he never really felt attracted to plus-size women, but there is something about you that makes him look at you in awe.

At first, he was only attracted to your personality, but the more you two spent time together the more he wanted to be 24/7 talking and joking with you. Then, your tough-looking style contrasting your personality is practically what did it for him.

Let me just tell you that when he decided to flirt with you, you had to hear some awfully heinous pick-up lines.

If you are working on changing your appearance, he is going to be there for you to give you sweet words and motivation. He decided a long ago it didn't matter how you looked; you were perfect for him, but he is supportive.

There's no day he won't tell you your tattoos make you look hot.

Honestly enjoys passing his time with you. The incessant babbling keeping his brain working and all the shared laughs are special for him.

Michael does some weird shit from time to time, and is a total disaster for decision-making and taking care of himself, so you will have a boyfriend to cuddle with, and a 5-year-old boy to look after.

Gurl, you are going to be besties with Sam. Damn, you two can have such a fun time just messing around and irritating Mike. It is really fun when you three go out to play at the boardwalk or just stay at home playing monopoly or whatever you feel like doing.

He will be like Michael with the piercings thing because he wants to look as awesome as you and all the other cool weirdos in Santa Carla. He is even accepting to trade some of his best comic books for an ear-piercing.

Also, Lucy is going to be extremely loving and supportive of you guys. Oh my god, I can't imagine this and not smile. Mrs. Emerson is the best mother-in-law you are gonna have. Chitchatting with you about everything, helping if you and Mike fight (not crossing any lines of course), giving you girly advice, and just basically caring for you like family.

As for the music, the long conversations about those legendary riffs and bands, and the extrasensorial experiences listening to those 40-hour-long Pink Floyd solos are gonna be extremely entertaining and enjoyable with the Emersons. And I'm saying it in plural because you can discuss and lay back to listen to "Secret Treaties" either with Sam, or Michael, or both at the same time.

#match-ups #ilikechocolatemilkh #my writings #michael the lost boys #the lost boys

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gaylittleinnkeepers · 3 years ago

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azzie watches naruto — ep 9

Ahahaha Pain

(notes: this guy is a fuckin weirdo but hes SO COOL)

oh man this ep is literally called oath of pain so-

mmm narusasu

ahthats right we’re still in mist land with mr creepy ass fucking quick death

sasuke darling its not for you

KAKASHIIII what a precious guy

oh no oh fuck

oh right i forgot the blood water

theyre all water

bitch even has a big ass thanos sword but he still cant defeat lakashi LOLLL

suck

the assassin laughs like the demon that nezuko kicks in like the third episode of kny

OH WOW HES ACTUALLY GOOD

i just realised the sleeves that the assassin wears be like cow patterns

NO DONT YOU DARE KILL THE BABIES

he has…a bingo book?

i can see him playing bingo with like grannies and stuff

NOOO LEAVE NARUTO ALONE

HE MAY BE A BAD CHILD SOMETIMES BUT HES A GOOD BOY

GO SASUKE

WAIT NO LET GO OF HIM

SASUKEEEEEE

theres an ad at the side while naruto is going thru his flashback and its about car suspensions

IRUKA SENSEIIII DAD

go naruto kick his ass kid

OH FUCK NARUTO NO

naruto?????

did he just get the headband back…?

“the man” bestie you arr younger than mr and everyone calls ME a baby >-<

then again i have the maturity of a four year old

aw yeashhh naruto go buddy

oh man sakuras starting to being moronsexual rip her

come on kids!!! defeat this bitch!!! you got this!!!

oh no

bridge builder sir????????

OH YES HES COOL HES THAT COOL GRANDPA THAT DOESNT GIVE A SHIT OVER WHAT THE KIDS DO

thats not good zabuza-

the demon…….?

jesus fucking christ if graduation is this hard im gonna jump off a bridge bye

one less ninja to worry about!

oh man this is brutal

sakura stop asking questions i dont think you wanna know

WAIT HE FUCKING KILLED MORE THAN A HUNDRED OTHERS WTF MAN

THATS NOT HEALTHYY MAN YOU NEED SOME MILK

F U N ???

wait no sasuke!!! nono dont kill him!!

“sAsUKe-kUunNnNn!!!”

hell yeah bestie!! pop out that shadow clone jutsu!!

oh no-

we stan sasuke admitting that naruto has a smol piece of brain

tbh i think sakura took all of it

OPPPP THEYRE SO SMART OMG IM SO PROUD

kill kill kill kill kill kill

damn it frog jump

wait omg theyre actually narutos

oh wow talk about complicated plans

the end music is such a jam tho

@mantabanter aaAaaand thats it! thats my thoughts! my meager brain bits

i very liked this ep, though it was a bit drama heavy. hopefully future ones are less scary

and im sad i havent met team gai yet but i love team kakashi <3

SAKURA MY BELOVED

k thats it byeeeezzzzz

#azzie watches naruto #oh god what a confusing ep #SO SCARY #i woulda screamed but my brothers are home #and they would be very worried #so yeah

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jean----ralphio · 4 years ago

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Episode 6 of my BoB watch!

Episode 6: Bastogne. AKA Jean----Ralphio is not and will never be ready for this shit.

Guys. I can’t do this. I can’t do this ep. I HAVN’T EVEN PUT THE DISC IN AND IT ALREADY HURTS.

02:18 Noooo I can’t.

03:59 Oh Roe ILY <3 The only good thing about the ep is frequent close-ups of Shane Taylor’s face.

04:54 Baby, aw. They’re cold <3

05:14 Awww be careful

05:25 Aw he puts his hand on his gun as he runs, I never noticed that before

05:45 God, Dick why would you willingly do that to yourself

06:07 Dick. DICK. YOU PROTECT HIM WITH YOUR LIFE DO YOU HEAR ME!

06:19 Wtf is this idiot squatting in the road for like that? Is he pooping??

06:38 LMAO Dick still has shaving cream on his face. He’s such a boss tho

07:01 “Give it to me straight!” He can’t, his husband is like a metre away

07:21 Nix is like Dick come back to bed. Oh shit Grandpa’s here.

07:38 Sure, Nix, you “took a walk along the line” at 3am, suuuureeeee that’s what you were doing, buddy…

07:48 Lol @ Roe blatantly eavesdropping. He’s so pretty they just let him.

08:36 Love how Dick just hands his stuff over immediately, no questions. So selfless <3

09:31 Shane is so pretty OMG

09:46 I love Spina’s funny hat

10:01 Could Dike be any more useless?

10:13 Lip is an angel <3

10:47 Say it with me guys, “SIZZUHS.”

11:01 Oh God.

11:06 RICH. RIIIICCCHHHHH <3

11:10 PUT YOUR HELMET BACK ON RICH OR SO HELP ME!

11:17 Aw he gave Roe his morphine. Rich <3

11:48 Roe found his BF at last <3

12:01 Penk!!!

12:19 Hey Bull <3

13:05 He’s so authoritative, unf

13:22 Aw baby

13:32 I wouldn’t pass judgement, Babe, you legit just whacked your helmet on a tree branch

13:59 Babe, run, baby

14:37 Ah, the iconic Hinkel scene.

14:38 Rich, close your mouth when you eat/laugh

14:49 Ricccchhhh <3

14:56 “I won’t eat Malarkey!” Does anyone else get the feeling he improvised that? LMAO I bloody <3 you Rich

14:59 Aw, Roe, join in baby

15:19 His smile <3

15:49 Good of Dike to hand over his kit. He wasn’t mean, just incompetent.

“What happens if I get hit?”

“I’ll be there, sir.”

Roe, we’re all already fucking in love with you, stop being so perfect. He’s an angel. Speaking of, where is Shifty, my angel son? Haven’t seen him in ages, I miss you Shifty <33333333

16:05 Babe do NOT get mad at him! Also yes keep undoing your fly please.

16:23 Oh Roe <3 He’s so stressed

16:47 His happy little face, I can’t

17:02 Smokey’s got all the goss, I love it

17:23 Ah my Joe/Charlie <3

17:38 “Where are your boots?”

“In Washington, up General Taylor’s ass.”

GIVE ME ONE, OK, ONE, JUST FREAKING ONE JOE/CHARLIE LINE THAT IS NOT FUCKING ICONIC. YOU CANNOT.

18:18 lol Roe <3

18:48 Isn’t that the hot guy from Battlestar Galactica? Is it??!! I think it is!! Hey Lee! <3

19:03 Ah, Bill

19:04 Buuuuck <3

19:10 Still a bit batty, huh? We love you Buck

19:34 Roe omg <3 His voice tho

20:05 Skinny, baby! Noooo!

20:35 Aw, good boy Skinny

20:47 Perconte shut up! Stop bitching!

21:30 LMAO at Skinny’s hilarious little “Yeah, watch the leg!”

22:00 LOOK, ITS A WOMAN! AHHH RENEE, WE STAN <3

23:05 Lord, what a horrid situation

23:09 LMFAO Skinny! Alcohol and two women! “I’m in Heaven, Doc,” ah he’s so cute!

23:18 His smile <33333 Shane stop.

24:13 The framinnnggg of this shot you guys <3

24:37 So. Cute.

25:10 RICH! Trolling as usual

25:38 RIICCCHH

25:51 Good idea, Johnny. Notice he’s not bitch-facing

26:14 This shot is so iconic

26:39 No, Julian, honey, DO NOT STOP MOVING WHEN YOU ARE UNDER FIRE. Oh God.

27:05 Look. All I’m saying is that if Johnny wasn’t pinned down by enemy fire he would completely single-handedly take out their entire unit.

27:38 Julian ☹ Babe ☹ ☹

28:08 Hey Fassy!

28:22 Babe, oh God </3 He’s so desperate to get to him, I can’t

29:15 Baabbe honey ☹

29:50 RICH <3

30:05 Dick <3

30:13 Bull <3

30:17 Aw, Dad’s here, kids, it’s OK

30:23 Babe, sweetie you’re breaking my heart

31:03 Aw Roe is looking for Babe <3

32:01 DO NOT bitch @ Roe, Joe/Charlie, or you and I will be having words no matter how much I love you

32:28 AW BABE WENT LOOKING FOR ROE <33333 IT’S TRUE LOVE YOU GUYS

32:31 “Got you,” and then that smile. God he’s in love.

32:42 Babe, sweetie, he’s trying to court you with chocolate and cuddling, pay attention

33:00 He has to freaking guide him to eat omg

33:28 Awww, look they’re talking! Yay for foxhole bonding!

34:39 Spina’s such a sweetie

35:30 They’re so pale and cold omg babies

36:35 Roe and Lip look so happy! I want that shot framed

37:14 YAY!

38:30 Oh dear

39:01 Aw Renee

39:09 That look tho

39:26 Don’t scare her, Roe, she’s upset enough

39:33 He’s even more hot when he’s mad

39:51 Not the best first date but God they’re cute

40:28 His hair <3

40:57 They are so sweet. I would ship it if it wasn’t for Babe

42:37 Oh for crying out loud, Buck, honey…

42:46 Bill is such a mood

43:27 Roe is so cute omg

43:35 “He once called me Edward.” That was like yesterday, sweetie but OK. Ahaha I love it, the shock pulls Buck from his crazy.

43:43 Briefly

44:48 Smokey <3

44:54 Oh, Roe, sweetie

46:25 I have no words for how frantic and scary and hopeless this feels ugh

46:52 Cute

48:01 Renee is a literal angel

48:13 Oh Roe </3

48:40 Babe, so romantic!

48:42 RICH <3

48:55 Eat, Roe, come on

49:40 Rich, I see you!

50:23 Well, it lifted everyone else’s spirits, except Roe’s…

51:58 Oh, Buck, my dude you are not in good shape

52:08 RICH <3

52:53 Hoob you weirdo <3

53:11 “We’re in a dell.” Iconic Harry is back.

53:35 The way Dick instantly moves to protect Nix, you can’t deny the Winnix husbands

54:18 “OK get up, not OK lie down!” Lol Babe

54:35 Baby, wake up, come on

55:44 Dick is the best dad

56:19 Oh God, this isn’t good

56:44 Oh no

57:30 It’s not her body, just her scarf, and SHE’S TOTALLY FINE OK SHE GOT AWAY AND IS FINE

58:40 The way he trudges single-mindedly until he gets to Babe, I can’t.

58:52 LMAO at Dike getting told off in the background and Dick chilling and watching

59:53 It’s so painfully poetic. It’s what Renee would want. She’d tell you herself BUT SHE’S BUSY BEING FINE SOMEWHERE ELSE WHERE SHE’S SAFE AND FINE

1:00:13 THE FLIRTING AHHHH <3

1:00:28 So. Cute.

1:01:16 “No member of the 101st has ever agreed that the division needed to be rescued.” LMAO YOU ICONIC BASTARDS, I LOVE YOU <3

To conclude, this episode is a piece of shit and I hate it because it just hurts so bad, OK! Real talk, honest to God one of the best episodes of anything ever.

#band of brothers #liveblog #episode 6 #this is pain and i hate it #baberoe #at last #winnix still going strong #I will never love anything like I love RSJ just sayin

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johnputignano · 4 years ago

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Big Jim’s Big Secret (Short Story)

When Big Jim Anderson finally uttered his final breath, well, King’s Creek had lost a true legend. That son of a bitch was renowned for his ability to drink anybody under the bar. No shit. And when Big Jim started tossing back cold brew, there was no way of knowing whether you would get the friendly old man or the cocksucker who loved to tease. Regardless, it was all in good fun.

I swear to god, there had been this one occasion when these degenerate punk rockers rolling on through. Apparently, they had a show that night in the valley, their name was “The Shit Kickers” but they pulled into town and made a short pit stop off at Mitch’s Pub to wet their palate. Clarissa had been tending the bar when the Mohawk weirdo began making a ruckus.

These punk rockers just love to get under the skin of working-class folk in the Bible Belt, and so there he was, spouting off obscenities and blasphemy for shock value. The spectacle was nothing more than the run of the mill asinine, juvenile behavior.

Big Jim heard the whole thing but felt that this wast his battle. So he ignored the punkers the best he could, but throughout the night they continued to get louder, drunker and more obnoxious. Enough was enough.

“I’m going to ask you boys to bring it down a notch or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Clarissa spoke loud and clear so that there was no mistaking anything.

“Fuck you, redneck slut.” the one with four lips rings responded before pouring his beer all over the floor. “You better clean that up less you want a lawsuit.”

This made Big Jim get all crazy. That big fucker rose from his barstool, picked it up in a calloused mitt and began to bash one of those jokers in the back of the dome. The Punker went down like a sack of horse shit, I mean knocked out cold. Another pulled out a switchblade.

“Oh, so you want to play games.”

Big Jim retrieved his large sheathed blade. The sight of this menacing bastard was sufficient enough to make a Civil War veteran shit his knickers and piss all over himself. That fellow knew full well that he was fucked. Luckily so did Dennis Lee, who quietly got up and bolted shut the bar entrance, ominously flipping the sign around, letting patrons know that they were closed.

“Big Jim, carve this fucker up real nice.”

And he did, ramming that mean steel blade right into the city boy’s esophagus. He was deceased before he knew it. Big Jim then made his way over to the unconscious man, yanked his head up by his hair and slashed him ear to ear. That night Clarissa, Dennis, and Big Jim would haul those bodies to Robert Turner’s farm to get rid of them.

Yeah, Big Jim was no joke and when he passed from a heart attack, well it just brought every eye in town to tears. The funeral was held at his house. Understandably, the better part of the town showed up to pay their respect and all were in the bark yard where the service was being held. That is, except for Big Jim’s grandson Waylon. That’s because he had snuck off to the basement.

Big Jim had a heart, and he was an open book, more or less, that is except for his private room in the basement. This room is where he spent a considerable amount of time and when he was in the basement, the old man was not to be disturbed.

The mystery of that room captivated the young boy’s mind. What was in that room? All sorts of scenarios went through the kid’s head. Hell, at one time he thought that his grandpa had a space alien locked up in there. I’m serious, that’s how secretive he was about how he spent his time.

Waylon knew that the room was fastened by a simple padlock and luckily for him he knew just where to get a pair of bolt cutters, which he snuck over there and hid in the bushes close by. As he stood in front of that ominous door all sorts of shit went through Waylon’s twelve-year-old head but he knew that this was his only chance he’d get.

The bolt cutters worked like expected, but Waylon froze for a moment. What if something so awful was being imprisoned behind this door that his grandfather took it upon himself to shield his family from it? And what if, by opening this door, that evil were to escape and wreak havoc? There was no point of contemplating at this point. The lock was busted and his hand was already on the door knob.

Now, before we proceed any further with this story, there is something we should address about Big Jim. His wife was Bridgette and in her day she was hell on wheels. As Big Jim told the story, he fell in love one night way back when they were both in their early twenties. Brigette was a Tom Boy and boy did she love to fight men. I mean, she was ruthless, and she had a particular distaste for pedophiles and rapists. That year Frank Reed had been arrested for molesting a sixteen-year-old girl, but since we all know that the court system is a joke, he got off on a technicality. Now Brigette never would admit to it for obvious reasons, but it is presumed to be true that she went to Frank’s house one night in the summer and cut his dick off. Frank lived, but she took the dick with her and fed it to her dog. The police never could get an answer out of that man as to who done it but when Big Jim caught wind of what Brigette had done he knew that this was the woman for him.

Brigette saw Big Jim as a wildcard with a heart, and that appealed to her. So when he announced that he was going to have a secret space for himself many years ago, she asked no questions. She trusted her husband was doing nothing more than blowing off steam, probably drinking beers and tinkering with the model cars he was obsessed with making.

Despite all the young Waylon’s planning, he did not anticipate Brigette’s keen sense of awareness. So when she saw her son’s kid sneak back into the house, she knew damn well what he was about to do. For fuck’s sake, everyone in town knew about his secret room and we all wondered what was in it. Brigette didn’t care that her husband was dead, she intended to keep the promise she made to him years earlier, to never step foot in that room. She’d be damned if she was going to let some snot-nosed brat disrespect her deceased husband.

By the time she found an opportunity to slip away unnoticed, she took it. Once in the house she moved quickly to the basement but when she got there, it was too late. The door was open, and the boy had disrespected a dead man’s wishes.

“Now you really did it Waylon.”

He seemed unfazed by her voice. The boy wasn’t even startled by the unexpected company, he was too focused on what he saw. As Brigette descended the stairs her anger turned to curiosity. What was in that room to steal her grandson’s attention so much that he couldn’t even hear the ass whooping he was going to get when she told his father? When she saw the tears in his eyes her curiosity turned to concern.

“Waylon?” she called out. He turned his head toward her and she saw trauma. It was that same look Frank had on him when she sliced off his willy.

“Grandma, I’m sorry, but I had to know.”

“Well, you went on and opened it. So what’s in there that has you so upset?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Boy, you better tell me.” Anger was returning, but when she got to the doorframe she too froze. “Holy shit.”

Big Jim’s secret room was a secret no more, and what the two of them saw was nothing short of disturbings. The room contained a shrine of sorts. Every inch of wall space was covered in Polaroid pictures, and in those pictures were children. In some pictures she could see parts of Big Jim which she identified by his chest tattoo, which was of a confederate flag. In all the pictures, the kids are naked, some crying. As horrifying as these were, they didn’t compare to the ones of her husband performing various sexual acts. Big Jim was a pedophile.

How does one recover from such revelations? She knew that Waylon couldn’t be trusted to keep his mouth shut and once word go out that she was married to a kid diddler, well, she couldn’t bear the embarrassment.

“Waylon. I want you to go back to the funeral. Say nothing.”

The poor kid was so shocked that he obeyed without so much as a whimper, making his way back like a soldier suffering from shell shock. Once alone Brigette dropped the touch act and began sobbing. Her entire life with Big Jim was a disgusting lie. She slept in the same bed with this filthy monster. There was no stopping this. Word was sure to spread but what she can do is make certain that nobody ever sees the contents of that room.

After getting back her composure, Brigette made her way to the garage where she retrieved two cans of gasoline. With a broken heart, she poured it all over that room. Every inch was dripping with gasoline. Once both cans were empty, she grabbed a box of matches from the kitchen. Without hesitation, she struck a match and tossed it into the room.

Brigette stood there, watching the room burn with all its contents until she no longer could stand the heat. As she made her way back to the funeral, the flames began to spread to the rest of the house.

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bigjimbigsecret · 4 years ago

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Big Jim’s Big Secret

“I’m going to ask you boys to bring it down a notch or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Clarissa spoke loud and clear so that there was no mistaking anything.

“Fuck you, redneck slut.” the one with four lips rings responded before pouring his beer all over the floor. “You better clean that up less you want a lawsuit.”

“Oh, so you want to play games.”

“Big Jim, carve this fucker up real nice.”

“Now you really did it Waylon.”

“Waylon?” she called out. He turned his head toward her and she saw trauma. It was that same look Frank had on him when she sliced off his willy.

“Grandma, I’m sorry, but I had to know.”

“Well, you went on and opened it. So what’s in there that has you so upset?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Boy, you better tell me.” Anger was returning, but when she got to the doorframe she too froze. “Holy shit.”

“Waylon. I want you to go back to the funeral. Say nothing.”

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salsflore · 2 years ago

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so ummmmm hi

#mika ♡ zhongli #HE’S TOO MUCH. STOP #zhongli 50 mika 0 i can’t keep letting this weirdo ruin my life #GET OUT GRANDPA I DON’T LIKE YOUUUUUU #my next paper doll should be of him then diluc then he who shall not be named i think #my printer may run out of ink but #i love him he’s really awful #genshin merch is just crazy expensive bc of the currency but my dream merch. agh i’d literally HAVE A SHELF FOR EACH OF THEM IF I COULDDD #fantasizing about being a sugar baby so i can fund my boyfie merch cravings

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 5 years ago

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so with playing Dragon Quest 11 (great game, i also recommend Dragon Quest Builders 2 for your creative itches), does the Luminary ever wonder how his little 'family' he made during those events are doing while he's with the Smash crew, do they ever come by to check up on him and see how he's doing?

*The Luminary’s little found family is coming by the Mansion to say hello and see the sights. The Luminary is at the New Donk City Interdimensional Train Station with Link, Joker, and the other Dragon Quest Heroes. Peach and Mario are also there on behalf of the Smash Mansion*

Erdrick: Calm down dude, they’ll get here fine. The NDCIT is the safest there is!

Luminary: It’s not that I’m worried about.

Eight: Eh? Then do tell.

Luminary: Well... the Mansion... it’s the weirdest place I’ve ever been. And no offense to you guys, but you’re all complete weirdos.

Link, Joker, Mario, and Peach: None taken.

Luminary: But you’re all still real good friends. And... and I want them to like you guys.

Mario: Aww, don’t-a worry Lumy! I’m sure they’ll-a fit right in.

*before further discussion can be held the train blasts into the station*

Luminary: They’re here!

*Sure enough, the friends and family exit the train, and quickly wrap their loved Hero in a tight embrace*

Link: Will ya look at that.

Joker: Reminds me of myself and the Phantom Thieves.

*The Luminary finishes his greeting of his companions and turns back to the others.*

Luminary: Aw right! Introductions! *he turns to his companions* Guys, these are the other Dragon Quest Protagonists I told you guys about.

Erdrick: ‘Sup!

Eight: Nice to meet you!

Solo: Howdy!

Luminary: And this is Link and Joker, my two best friends I’ve made at the Mansion.

Joker: Greetings.

Link: Hiya!

*The Luminary’s companions look between Link and Luminary for a moment*

Veronica: Uhhh... are you two related or something?

Link and Lumainry: Nope. Why’d you ask?

Erick: Well... something just... seems familiar.

Luminary: Anyway, the last two are Mario and Peach. They’re sort of the mom and dad of the Mansion.

Mario: Greetings! It’s-a me, Mario!

Rab: Ah, the Godfather of Nintendo. It’s truly an honor.

Peach: Hello everyone! *whips a cake out of nowhere* Does anyone want some delicious cake!

Sylvando: Huzzah! A woman of quality!

Luminary: Anyway guys, these are my... well... my family.

*there’s a d’aww moment*

Luminary: Anywhoo, this is Sylvando and Hendrick, they drama gay dad and the angry gay dad.

Sylvando: Oh darling, you’re simply too much.

Hendrick: *sighs, having resigned himself to this family a long time ago*

Luminary: This is Rab, my grandpa. *Rab gives a neat bow* Veronica and Serena, sort of my sisters.

Peach, fawning over Veronica: Oooh! She’s so tiny and adorable!

Veronica: Tiny! I’ll show you tiny! I’m a witch of terrible power! Put me down this-

*she continues to rant as Peach cuddles her closer*

Joker: Dear Sakurai, it’s another Ashley.

Luminary: Uhh... okay then. This is Erick, literally my best friend in the whole world. We broke each other out of prison, it was awesome.

Erick: Hell yeah! *they headbutt* Oww! Oh God!

Luminary: Uggh! Why do we do that?!

Erick: Because it’s awesome!

Luminary: I know!

Jade: Children. I’m surrounded by children.

Luminary, recovering: Anyway... finally this is Jade. *he takes her hand* My wife.

*there is a long moment of silence before the inevitable explosion*

All: YOU’RE MARRIED!?

To be continued?...

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fairiesherefairiesthere · 5 years ago

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Fraxus fake Boyfriend AU part 1/?

So it’s Fraxus day, but this isn’t finished yet so I decided to split it up. Here’s part one folks! (it’s a modern au)

"No Freed, you can't hack your father's bank account. The feds will get you and then I will be tragically best friend-less."

"No, you don't get it", Freed says and on the grainy computer screen, Laxus can see him shake his head. "If I go to jail, it'll probably be in Crocus, which means you can actually visit me instead of videocalling me at stupid o'clock in the morning. Also orange is an excellent colour on me."

A quick glance at the lower corner of his screen and a bit of mental math tells Laxus that it's indeed way too early in the morning for Freed to even consider to talk to him. "Justine it's three in the morning there, why are you even awake?"

Although it's hard to tell with the awful videoquality, Laxus thinks he can see the other man pout. "Talking to my bestie, duh", Freed replies and bashes his eyelashes obnoxiously, drawing a huff of laughter out of Laxus. "What are you, a fifteen year old schoolgirl? The lack of sleep is clearly getting to your head."

Smoothly ignoring Laxus' criticism of his horrendous sleeping habits, Freed continues the earlier topic. "Speaking of besties, made any friends yet?" Groaning, Laxus rolls his eyes. "My roommate is an actual nutjob and I don't know why I'm fond of him. He introduced me to his absolute bitch of a friend and I think I like her even more", he confesses and the pixelated image of Freed gives him a smug smirk. "It's because you like to be bullied, Laxus dearest. You won't say it, so I'll say it for you : bottom rights baby."

"I hate you and if you were here I'd smack you", he half-heartedly threatens and Freed replies "Kinky" without missing a beat. While the two of them are engaged in a staring match without actually being able to make out each other's eyes in the blur of colours on the screen, Bickslow throws open Laxus' bedroom door and yells: "Time to hide your porn blondie, it's time for reallife interaction with actual human beings!"

On instinct, Laxus does click away and as soon as the connection with Freed breaks he sees it fit to pout like a child. Their schedules matching (or one of them not sleeping for a day) and their wifi allowing them to see each other is a ridiculously difficult situation to stumble upon and now he's wasted his chance. Bickslow looks at least apologetic. Laxus was going to forgive him, until he opened his godforsaken mouth. "Dang man, the porn that good?"

"I hate you too", he says without clarifying to Bickslow who the other despised person is. He doesn't seem to mind as he plucks Laxus' computer from his bed, plops it down the nearby desk and sits himself down right in front of Laxus, legs in lotus position and bouncing with way too much energy. "I had a great idea", he announces and Laxus immediately doubts him.

"You see Ever and I, we thought you were a bit lonely and it might heal your soul to... Nah, scratch all of that, Ever and I were really fucking bored and we thought : Hey, let's set our absolute bestie up on a date! So here we are. Get dressed, you're going on a date."

"I can't", he says and desperately tries to come up with a reason. Uni work won't fool them, because they know that he's actually a good student, other activities won't work either because he's a social recluse and not even Makarov can save him because for some reason, the little shits he calls friends are all buddy-buddy with his grandpa.

"My boyfriend would hate it", he continues, cheeks colouring. It's because of the lying, not because he can only come up with one boyfriend-candidate in his mind. The statement is bland and straight to the point, which makes his words sound all the more true. Of course, Bickslow doesn't even buy a little bit of it. "Prove it", he demands.

While mentally apologising to Freed, Laxus digs up his contact information and futily tries to call him. After the third time trying, Bickslow looks even less convinced, which is an impressive feat considering he didn't believe Laxus from the beginning. Sighing, he goes to their chat instead and unlike their usual nonsense, he finds a sweet (?) message from Freed.

Damn, the wifi is really fucking with us huh? Wish we could talk more and I wish I could see your pretty face instead of a black screen and some smudges of colour here. X from the most beautiful man you know."

'Conceited brat', he thinks fondly and replies: Cymbeline (Act 3, Scene 4) Line 35-39, but replace 'slander' with 'you bitch'. They've adopted this weird system where Freed uses slang and Laxus literary references, just to meet each other's vibes somewhat. Sometimes it works, most of the times it really doesn't, but at least it's fun.

"Bro have you forgotten about my entire existence already? Stop smiling at your phone and admit that you don't have a mans!" Wordlessly, Laxus passes his phone to Bickslow who gasps. "Book quotes? Shit man, you're in deep. I'm gonna tell Ever." Without a warning, Bickslow disappears through the window, probably giving Evergreen her twentieth heart attack of this month by landing on her balcony. If the school thought a floor would seperate girls and boys, then they clearly hadn't met Bickslow.

Too late Laxus realises that Bicks has taken his phone with him and hopes his friends somewhat value his privacy and don't scroll too far up. There are the occassional way too deep talks around midnight but also a one time onceler x barry b benson bdsm roleplay (Freed had needed help with a creative writing assignment and Laxus had contributed a whole lot of nothing).

Barely five minutes later, Evergreen marches right into his bedroom, heels clicking snappily on his floor. "What", she spits and waves with his phone, "is this?"

"My cellphone."

Unperturbed, she continues her dramatic rant. "You have a boyfriend and you don't bother telling us?" Her tone turns sly and she elegantly flops down on his bed, rearranging her body to give herself a 'stern posture'. She looks like an irod rod trying to do yoga. "Or are you just making things up? Feel free to prove me wrong by showing us what he looks like."

"Why would I bring my photoalbums to uni?" he asks dumbfounded and Ever looks at him as though he just came down from Mars. "Laxus, honey, snapchat is a thing? Email if you're oldfashioned? Where are your boyfriend's nudes?"

"You're in a relationship."

"With a great guy who loves and trusts me and knows I ain't gonna cheat on him. Show me the dickpicks." Annoyed, he gives her a little shove. "I don't have any, I'm used to him being around. He's on another continent now and I just recently realised that all my memorabilias are at home."

"Convenient", Ever remarks dryly and Laxus sighs deeply and stretches out his hand. After she dumped his phone in it, he sends Freed a message ('Bro send me a pic of u ppl wanna know u exist') and shows it to both of his friends. "There."

Surprisingly fast, he gets a message back. 'No. The paparazzi and the FBI agent assigned to me will have to try harder than that to get a hold of ME (why is this man so ridiculous).' He shows it to Ever and Bicks and the former uses this opportunity to snatch his phone, typing a response before Laxus can properly register what's happening. "Hi I'm Laxus friend and I don't believe you're his boyfriend. Send a thirst trap to prove you exist. Or nudes", she reads aloud. Bickslow guffaws at that and Laxus sighs, resigning himself to face the consequences of his actions. What he does not expect however, is for Freed to send a picture back.

It's an awful photo of high school-aged Freed, complete with braces and a very unnatural smile. He's gangly, thin and looks like the walking embodiment of an awkward teen. 'This is a nude, as my soul has never been as bare as in this one picture', the caption reads and Ever laughs. "You know what, he passes the test." She purses her lips. "For now at least, I'm going to need more concrete evidence of this being an existing human being, because everyone can pluck a photo from the internet. Anyway, you're way too late for your date, so you get off easy Laxus."

After brushing nonexistent dirt from her skirt she opens her arms for Bickslow. "Take me home, spiderman", she orders and he gives her a salute. "Roger madame!" he yells before plucking Ever from the floor and leaping over the balcony railing. Their trust in each other is remarkable, but Laxus does think they're weirdos.

The very next day, Ever once again bursts through his door and Laxus mentally curses because he hasn't had the chance to discuss this whole thing with Freed yet. "Laxus", she says, voice dead-serious. "Evergreen.", he greets back as she half-crawls under the covers of his bed. "It's fucking cold", she clarifies before opening her laptop. That seemingly insignificant action makes Laxus weary, as Ever is holding her rickety laptop that's for illegal purposes only.

"I reverse searched that pic of your boyfriend and before I tell you the results, I'd like to know how exactly you met him."

He recognises her nosiness for what it really is (worry) and with a sigh, he gives her the sparknotes version of their history.

"We lived in the same town and we became friends because both of our fathers were absolute shit. They were friends so we became friends. At age thirteen he moved to Alakitasia and we reconnected because we matched on that stupid tinder profile you guys made me."

"Are you sure you weren't catfished?"

"Yup, because we skype regularly."

"Okay. Then certainly you're aware that he's a billionaire? Like, the heir to Justine Industries, the biggest technologie giant at the moment?"

He tries to see the whole situation from her perspective and has to admit that 'I have a boyfriend overseas, who's also a billionaire', sounds a bit too over the top to be true. "Yep, his pa's job is the reason he moved. I know this whole situation sounds like a huge lie to stop you guys' antics (probably because it is), but I swear it's true (it really isn't)."

"Okay then", she mumbles before putting her feet into Laxus' lap. The audicity of this woman, he thinks as he does absolutely nothing to move her. "I'm sorry for the whole 'setting you up' thing, it was rude of us. We just wanted you to have someone, you know? Because you deserve it and we can also see that you kind of want it and we wanted to help. We were too overzealous."

Ah, what a festive feeling brews in his chest. Nothing like a bucket of guilt to get your morning refreshment. The worst part is that Evergreen isn't even done yet with her sentimental speech. "Also, you get really happy whenever your man sends you a message, so all in all I'm glad our big plans didn't work out. I'm still going to be weary of his actual existence until I meet him, I hope you don't mind." He shakes his head. "Nah, be weary all you want."

After dropping Evergreen off at her boyfriend's, he rushes to his room to send Freed a message to update him on his situation (he even uses the actual sms-system instead of the internet, which is crazy expensive but he's in a bit of a panic). Unlike most of the time, Freed responds quickly. Laxus wonders why his wifi is absolute shit if he's rich enough to pay for intercontinential messaging. An agonising five minutes pass as the speech bubble ominously keeps showing that the other is typing. When it finally shows up, all it reads is :

"Lol"

"That's all you have to say?" he furiously types back, but before he can hit send, he gets another message. "Whatever man, I'll be the hottest boyfriend ever." After that, it's radio silence again.

The silence between them is broken a few days later. Laxus is trying to enjoy his lunch while Bickslow and Evergreen bicker over something or other, when his phone pings. Little gremlins that they are, they've already looked at the message as soon as it pops up. They read the godawful collection of words "Send me a pic of your feet" before he does.

"Romance at its finest", Bickslow dryly jokes and Evergreen turns to him with big worried eyes. "You're sure he's not a catfish? Or is this what you consider a raunchy picture?" Laxus would answer if he knew what the fuck is happening. Another message appears : "With measuring tapes surrounding them, not in a weird, gross, fifty year old with a feet kink kind of way. I want to spoil my boyfriend (with my father's creditcard)."

"Aw how sweet, he's committing crimes for ya", Bickslow croons and Laxus grumbles. "I'm not about to give him anymore excuses to commit theft.", he says while typing "Absolutely not." At the other side of the table Evergreen collects her phone from her bag and opens Instagram. After looking for and finding Freed's profile, she sends him a selfie with Laxus and Bickslow in the background and adds a thoughtful message detailing Laxus' feet. "Honey, you need shoes that fit you. No stores have your size and if your insanely rich boyfriend's dad can involuntarily provide, why not take the chance?"

A few days later, the shoes do arrive. They're the most comfortable pair Laxus has ever owned and there's no obnoxious trademarked name smacked on it. He thanks Freed, but asks him to please not do something along those lines again. Knowing full well that Freed himself would never be financially bothered by it, he still feels guilty. Freed apologises (he really shouldn't, he's been nothing but an angel while Laxus is being bothersome) and drops the matter.

"Where are you rn?" The message feels somewhat ominous, but Laxus ignores his gutfeeling that tells him that today is going to be weird. "The western outside food court of Crocus' uni, why?" The response that he gets is a simple : " :) ". Like a dumbass, he decides to not question it.

While he's chilling out, head resting on his crossed arms, he hears an unusual amount of chattering. Although he and his friends had chosen this place because of how little people came here, it seems like that peace is now gone. Rest in peace, piece. Vibrating bothersomely, his phone grabs his attention. "Got ya another present!" Brows furrowing, Laxus reads the new incoming message : "Kids and their phones these days. Look up darling !"

#fraxus #fraxus day #Freed Justine #Laxus Dreyar #freedxlaxus #evergreen #bickslow #fairy tail #fanfic #TheFairyWrites

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voidgremlin · 5 years ago

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An Oath to Hope (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6: Dear Diary, Today I think the stars went out.

Dear Diary,

Today I told my parents that I didn’t liked the sheep. They are smelly, they are loud and they annoy me. [Drawings of flowers]

Dear Diary,

Today I prepared my bag and re-told my parents that I didn’t liked the sheep, I called mean auntie Sharon to ask if she was ok with me being at Leadworth with her. She said nothing. But that’s not a no. [Drawing of Amy with orange hair inside a car passing by a sign named Leadworth]

Dear Diary,

Mom and Dad don’t like the idea of letting me go to town, they say they don’t mind driving me to school for hours. But I mind a lot ! I HATE THE SHEEPS !!!! [Drawings of sheep being crossed out].

Amelia Jessica “Amy” Pond is a kid that would make most parent proud. Bright mind under layer of passion and anger and at the core: poetry but of course no parents would be able to describe their own children with such clarity. To them, she is a kid that never caused much trouble and was helpful at the farm and slaughterhouse that the Ponds owned. Despite her many many attempts to tell them she hated it here, or the fact that all she wanted was to leave and her tantrums. To Augustus and Tabetha Pond, all is well in the best of the world. Parenthood is a difficult thing to be, but the Ponds were not trying that hard.

Amy is small kid who rather be close to friends than isolated and she understood that very quickly: she didn’t wanted to be alone and her family wasn’t good enough expect the sheep, they were good but smelly. So she provoked her transfer to Leadworth, it was long and difficult, she didn’t even liked her aunt. She wasn’t … Evil but had the special brand of Pond’s care. But in her head she will be close to school, close to friends and she won’t be alone anymore. So it was worth the argument. In the end it was the call of Sharon who begged her parents to make her stop calling her home and be done with it that changed their mind. If Amy could hear the tone of her aunt she would understand why the hell, the next day, her baggage’s were packed and she was off the Pond’s property.

The goodbye were short and curt, they told her that she could come back any time, even for tea.

The Hellos were as well, curt and short. Her aunt gave her a nod before showing an empty and bare room. Letting her installing herself on her own.

She was 9 years old.

And more maturity than her pairs.

First, she tried to go back to her parents each weekend but they never could go pick her up so she found alternative ways that required many buses. It was tiring but more than that was the fact that home was still awful. Her parents were busy, the cattle loud and her alone.

After a few weeks the going didn’t make any sense anymore. She stopped, and through the daily calls it didn’t seemed like they noticed her absence. But her aunt noticed her presence in the house.

“Is there nothing to keep you occupied those days ?” she said during the first holidays they had together clearly annoyed of someone being in her space during her little free time. Amelia doesn’t think she answered that day but it didn’t stopped her aunt to take action about it.

She hired a babysitter.

Well she hired the neighbor’s kid and asked him if for a few bucks he would like to play with her Amelia. The floppy haired kid who is dressed like Sharon’s grandpa, didn’t knew any better and wanted the money to do crazy and stupid stuff to his moms’ demise. He accepted and showed up the next day in front of Amelia’s door.

Which led to a lot of screaming because one, he showed up in front of Amy’s bedroom door at 6 a.m. on a rainy Sunday where all Amy’s wished was to sleep in peace. Two, he is a weirdo. Three, he was two years younger than her.

“Aunt Sharon ! What do you mean a babysitter !! He is seven ! I could be his big sister ! What the hell auntie !”

“Language young lady and he is your babysitter because I said so. You better not bother me anymore, I have a paper to write.” She snapped back closing the door in front of the two kids. Who awkwardly stayed still in silence before the door open again and aunt Sharon showed up, money in her hand addressing herself to kid in suspenders. “Here Alexander, watch over her would you. And you Amelia do not call me auntie again, it’s silly.”

Before the kid could answer a thanks, the door closed again with force and Alexander turned himself to Amelia who was shaking in anger.

“You… You can call me auntie if you want.” He said smiling at her.

She doesn’t know if it was because it was kind, or because he was the kid next door who keeps waving at her hello, but she didn’t snapped back. Instead she asked him to come to the kitchen, she wanted a good breakfast and he told her that he knew the recipes for the most greatest one, his words.

The breakfast he proposed, gave the young girl fear for her and the kid’s sake. Who eats fish fingers and custard in this world ?

“Are you from this world ?” Amy asked.

“Nope ! My mothers got me from somewhere else. I don’t where though.” He said thoughtful before beaming up “They told me they would tell me at my next birthday if I want ! I’m just not sure to want to know. What if they say I’m from the moon ?”

She smiles “ Alright moon boy, what do you mean by that ?”

“I’m adopted.”

“Oh !”

“But I am totally able to babysit you ! I already know how to read already and algebra !”

“Algebra… Wow. Doesn’t make you able to guard me.”

“Your ‘auntie’ thought it does.”

Amy let out a groan before digging back to her toast.

The ‘babysitting’ was meant to be for only a few days, the holidays, Amy said so, and it was nice to have someone to talk to and have fun with. Even if it a weirdo whose holiday project was to built a jiggily timey, aka a toaster that wake you with breakfast ready. It never worked but it was funny to try. Amy’s project was to write more in her diary but it was difficult with Alexander who was always requiring her time.

The holidays over, the kid kept showing up, after school showing her what he did and telling her how bored he was. He told her about nightmares he sometimes have, his stupid fear of being afraid that she couldn’t see him anymore.

How could she forget such a good and wonderful boy.

He listened to Amy’s calls and offered her cake for his mom when she was sad. Gradually Amy found herself into the boy’s home more often than not. The Songs where lovely, making a place for Amy’s at each dinner, if she ever needed to crash in there. Listened to her story and displayed her drawings in the kitchen. The Ponds got quickly the knowledge of the young boy who was all over their child’s life. And their only reaction was to ask the size of the little one to knit him a sweater.

Also there’s sheep named Amy in farm. Family’s pet.

Amelia hearing the news took it very well, spreading the news with a grin.

“I got a little sister !” She says under the worried eyes of the Songs. She was hurt of course, she was hurt. She felt like she needed to be a sheep to be accepted in this crazy family. But she chose to not care to much. She was here. She was happy and she got her moon boy.

Dear Diary,

Today, Rory stayed with me all night for the studying. He stayed to read my writing. I think he liked my stories I have written. Even told me I should publish it. I think I am gonna marry this man.

She met Rory. Beautiful and smiling Rory, who wanted to help people. Wonderful and kind Rory, who despise it all was here. Childhood was long over and she didn’t even saw him, in all her weirdness. She knew in retrospect that Rory did followed her around since the beginning but … She didn’t saw. It didn’t made her a bad person. Does it ?

Rory gave some stability, because to be honest Moon Boy was anything but stable, he gave up very early school and kept doing odds job, even introduced Amy to the job of kissogram. His house was a mess of trinkets and half assed invention and way too many times the fire alarm went on.

Rory was showing up everyday with a smile and asking the question of how she was doing. Rory was making sure she had a meal and a kiss on the cheek every day. He helped her with sending letters to different publishers for her books, helped her rewrite when needed through sleepless nights, he rewrote for her even when she gave up with his stale, matter of fact style of writing and... He didn’t stopped even when he started to be a nurse.

She loved him.

Amy was blessed she thought, maybe it was the sheep, maybe it was luck.

But even as an author, she didn’t think of a lot of things to say when went down on one knee showing him the ring that Alexander begged to make. He looked at her with those sweet eyes. And all she said was:

“Hey wanna spend the rest of your silly life with me ?”

The gasp that moon boy made was enough for both of them to watch him being all emotional about their moment, it made her add.

“And him, because Alex and I we are a weird package deal.”

He only laugh before kneeling in front of her and kissing her.

I guess that was yes.

#dw #doctor who fanfic #an oath to hope #amy pond #rory williams #my stuff

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 6 years ago

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GIF Drabble

Characters: Sebastian Stan X You

Summary: You were being protective over a GIF where Sebastian was seen crying and sniffling for a show.

Warnings: Floof, floof and more floofyness. Just pure fluff with a mischievous Y/N, Oh! And the word bitch. Nothing too hurtful though. 😅

Words: 1075 words.

A/N: These types of GIF drabbles are mostly going to be this short. But, I hope y'all will love it! Is this even considered short? 😅😂 anyway, I honestly become sad whenever I see Sebastian crying or what. I just can’t stand seeing him cry. It makes me want to hug him so tight and keep him inside my potato sack. 😭 ❤ Anyway, I might have wrong grammars..because english isn’t my mother tongue. I hope y'all will understand if ever you read grammar errors or such.

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“Something…wrong, dragă?” Sebastian wondered, dropping his phone beside him, You obviously distracted him from replying to his fans via Instagram.

If it wasn’t for the GIF you’ve seen in Tumblr, you wouldn’t get all mushy and glum. That certain GIF was new to you, and it was the first time you’ve seen it after months of usage. The hashtags said it was from the show named Kings, and that was probably the reason why you’ve never seen the GIF, it’s because you’ve never watched the show, but you planned on doing soon.

The GIF left you in a gloomy mood, suddenly attacking Sebastian in the middle of the sofa who was completely focused on replying to his fans. Now, you ended up cuddling his head that was now on your chest as you knelt on the sofa next to him like a weirdo. Patting his dark, soft, thick hair like a mother does to her child.

“My baby, my soft Romanian plum,” You singsonged more to yourself, tagging on Sebastian’s soft locks which emitted a soft moan from him. “You’re acting so weird..and sweet,” He pondered, his curious, mesmerizing baby blues gazing up at you. “Not that i’m complaining because I swear to God, I love it every time you do this..”

Sebastian began leaning his weight on you more, and you began to sit on the sofa like a normal person, but now with a cuddly Sebastian laying his head on your chest..The moment you had your back on the sofa, your cuddly Romanian boyfriend encircled his thewy arms around you, making himself more comfortable in your sweet embrace..

“Whoever hurts you gets to feel my wrath,” You sternly uttered, brows in a twist and a pout evident on your face as you remembered how his tears fell on his cheeks, imagining how he sounded when he sniffled on that short GIF video. You felt Sebastian hum in bafflement, “Hmm?” his eyes were still closed, appreciating how you were gently scratching his scalp. “What makes you say that?” He paused, “Why do you sound so mad…sad…and bothered?”

You were now caressing his broad, muscly back. Feeling the tense muscles go calm once your fingers rubbed feathery caresses. “I don’t want you crying in TV shows, Sebastian! It makes me cry! It makes me sad!”

“That’s all for show, Y/N.. I don’t know whether or not I should feel glad that my acting affects people like this?”

“It’s because I love you! Your fans love you and seeing you weep like that makes our heart hurrrrtt..” You dramatically whimpered, hugging Sebastian so tight against you and you felt him hug you tighter, his head now off your chest. Gorgeous blue eyes affectionately boring into yours, and you felt your heart melt every time he stares at you like that.

“I love you too,” His eyes went straight to your pouty ones, and he didn’t hesitate to lean in, giving you one sweet peck before he nuzzled his nose with yours. “Now, please stop being sad over some muted video–”

“It’s called a GIF, Grandpa.” You playfully corrected.

Sebastian gave you the stink eye, “Over some G..I..F that–”

You briskly bopped his pointy nose with yours, “Booped your nose!” and laughed when he made a groan and chuckled too. “It’s not just any GIF, alright? If I was an actress and you see a GIF of me crying–wait..no.” You corrected with a frolic wiggle of your eyebrows. “–Imagine if I was weeping and sniffling.. Aren’t you going to feel sad too?”

Sebastian paused for a second to think, eyes narrowed and still on you. “Of course, I would. I hate seeing you in tears,” You quickly thought of a naughty plan. Impishly bringing your lower lip out in a pout as you widened your eyes and tried not to blink so your eyes could hurt until you could shed tears. “I’m gonna cry,” Y/N mischievously declared. Eyes all wide as you stare at him. Sebastian shook his head in disapproval, shoving his hand in your face to make you stop doing that weird expression. “Stop doing that!” He giggled, his laugh sounding so adorable. It was music to your ears, angel-like music.

“Aren’t we so perfect for each other, Sebby?” You held his hand out of your face to tease him.

He grinned, blue eyes twinkling like stars in the night. “Why yes, yes we are.”

Blink. blink. blink. You rapidly blinked, feeling how dry your eyes got. “My eyes hurt!”

“Oh, God. Cry me a river, Y/N.”

“Don’t make me do it,” You glared at Sebastian with reddish eyes, emitting a small sniff. Your Romanian boyfriend awed and tenderly took your face in his large hands, leaning down to kiss both of your eyelids. His warm lips touched your right eyelid, “I,” then the other. “won’t,” and lastly was your forehead, his kisses was giving you warmth making you feel all tingly inside. “–ever dream of it,”

You felt your heart melt at his sweet ministrations, your scorching eyes finally going calm and free from irritation just because of his kisses. It was always your go to medicine. You should be the person cuddling him up right now because of that sad GIF you’ve seen, but the earth turned upside down and Sebastian ended up cuddling you instead. Karma was a bitch, alright. But today, she has been good bitch.

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angstchim · 6 years ago

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Divine Canvas | kth

Painter Taehyung x Reader

➻ Oneshot

➻ Inspired by Meddle About - Chase Atlantic

➻ Words: 6142

➻ Rating: M

➻ !!: SMUT, language, Paint play? Is that a thing? I'm making it a thing, Dirty talk, Casual Sex, Sex in public, Teacher/student but not what you expect, some peer pressure? Unprotected Sex, Comedy, Crack but not crack?

Summary: Lisa is your best friend. She’s a little eccentric and impulsive at times and when she deems you a bore. She makes a few arrangements. She has you take a single art class, alone, one on one with the handsome instructor. Whom specializes in a unique kind of art.

Preview

"Which is better? Watercolor or acrylic?" Your eyes going back and forth from the watercolor palettes, and acrylic paint bottles. Hand on your hip, eyes focused, waiting for the feedback of your dear friend. Popular music blaring over the intercom, aisles of the craft store empty.

"Only you would find going to a craft store fun!" Lisa gripes, the blonde, busy tapping away on her phone, dressed in clothes more suited for a shopping spree, her crop top and shorts contrasting greatly from your baggy pants and an oversized sweater.

"Watercolor or acrylic?" Voice monotonous, used to her complaints, eyes bouncing from the watercolor, to the acrylics, and back to the watercolors. "Y/n, you know I can't even paint, the only painting I do is wiping my Cheeto dust fingers on your walls." Her gripes coming off in a breathy tone, leg outstretched, her arms crossed over her chest, head tilted staring at you.

"You're a little bitch for that. Next time you do that I'm making you lick that crusty shit off the wall. Now, Acrylic or Watercolor?" Your voice stern, eyes shooting bullets at the blonde.

"Oof, that's kinky, and watercolor I guess?" Grabbing a watercolor palette, "Alright let's go ya weirdo." Letting out a sigh, paying and exiting the store, making your way over to the mall, Lisa at your side, griping and complaining about how boring of a person you are. "Spice it up hun, you wear the same brand my grandpa does!! This is 2018, and my best friend is not going to have some boring maiden's tale." Her voice a little loud, her manicured hands flying through the racks as she hangs clothes on her arm. "I'm not a grandpa.." Your voice unconvincing, your plain nails grazing the soft fabrics, eyes glossing over clothes you'd never reach for yourself.

"Tell ya what hun? I'm going to set you up a little art class. One on One, I heard the teacher is a god among men and since getting you to go to a party is like baptizing a cat, I think you won't mind spending time at an art class. Doing something you enjoy." Lisa's voice carrying a loving tone, "One exception though.." an evil grin on her face, "You have to wear an outfit I pick out."

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, a soft huff leaving your chest, "I could just say no and it won't happen, but fine, just this once. If it gets you to stop wiping Cheeto dust on my walls."

Lisa's lighthearted chuckles filling the store, "Go for me and I swear my stubby little fingers will never smear Cheeto dust on those walls ever again." You smirked, "Done deal then." Eyes looking at the pile of clothes weighing down her arm. "What the hell? Is all this for me?" A mischievous glint in the blonde's eyes, "Maybe, we have lot's of outfits to go through before I let you go to that class." Heart sinking, your inner grandpa coming out. "I'm too old for this shit, my bones pop you know? Do you know how much bending this shit takes?!" Looking at her ludicrously.

"Boohoo whore, do you know much bending I do when I get laid?"Lisa mocks, swiping her blonde hair over her shoulder, picking out a skirt and top for you. Sending her a glare, "No because I'm a child of God." Lisa's eyes narrowing at you, "Because I'm a child of God!!" She mocks in an incredulous voice that's supposed to be yours, "I've seen the shit you look up Boo, you aren't innocent, far from it." Her lips smacking while she picks out shoes for you, your eyes burning holes into the back of her perfect head, "How so?"

Her dark browns staring into you, "Hun, you were looking up the ovipositor toy. We both know that's like some kinky shit that not even 50 shades touched upon." Your cheeks a flaming scarlet, "Why are you using that against me? How many times do I need to explain that Namjoon is the reason I ever made that Google search!! We both know that when it comes to Namjoon we don't question it!" Your whines and pleas to justify yourself falling upon Lisa's deaf ears.

"Yeah, Yeah Hun." Her voice carrying humor, satisfied with her finds, shoving the articles of clothing your way, "Go try those on for me okay?" Sighs of annoyance escaping you but you listened, hailing down a clerk, you got a room and tried on the outfit. Your eyes traveling over your form in the skirt and top, cheeks a dusty pink. You looked so different, you looked..good. Way better than your usual grandpa ensemble. As much as you wanted to not like the outfit you couldn't just ignore Lisa's exceptional taste. She might be a brat who wipes her Cheeto dust fingers on your walls but at least her majoring in fashion isn't just for clout.

Lisa standing outside the door of the dressing room. "I'm taking the silence as 'Oh Lisa my dear best friend you make me look sooo good!" Her incredulous voice she uses to mock you making an appearance again. The scratchy and high pitched voice piercing the walls of the dressing room, making your insides crawl. "You know Lisa? I was going to say just that, but fuck you." Your voice lighthearted, giggles escaping you. "Awe thanks Boo." Her comment sounding scarily genuine.

stop by my house before we go out for coffee <=====3

Eyes glossing over the message you received from Namjoon, a reluctant sigh leaving your lips. Going to Namjoon's house was always a risky business, you never knew what you were getting. Namjoon is viewed by many as the sophisticated psychology major he is, but when he's around you he shoves his 4.0 up his ass and all his brain cells disintegrate. Feet lugging their way up the steps to Namjoon's dorm, light-handed knocks hitting his door. Blood turning cold when the door opens to reveal a figure in a patent leather suit, face entirely covered in the black material, eyes being the only thing visible.

A loud shriek escaping you. "Wrong dorm!! I-I'll go elsewhere" voice shaky, feet unresponsive, frozen in place when the figure abruptly grabs your arms tugging you inside, your shrill cries becoming louder and louder. Fear filling your being, "Shut Up!" A deep, muffled voice erupting from the mask, this only made you cry out louder. "Shut up!! You're going to make people think I'm hurting you!" A familiar voice coming from under the mask. Kicking the door shut with his leg, peeling the mask from his face to reveal none other than Namjoon.

Eyes drilling into him, bringing your hand to his head you gave him a good swat, making sure he felt it. "The fuck was that about you lunatic?! You trying to kill me ?! Fuck this, the cafe date is canceled !" The larger male looking down at you, his face trying to conceal his amusement, your glare doing nothing to diminish his spirits. His long arms blocking your futile attempts to swat him. "Relax, I didn't mean to scare you." Scowling, "Didn't mean to scare you." Voice dropping down an octave so you could mock him. His coffee browns narrowing at you, "I don't sound like that." Shrugging, giving him one last swat, "What's the kinky suit for?"

Your small hands roaming free over the leather on his firm chest, "Remember the first season of American Horror Story?" A smirk on his face as looks down at your hands on his chest. "Murder House?" Eyes narrowing as you peered into the older's eyes, "Yes Murder House, remember the suit ?" You let out a sigh, "Yeah, I remember the creepy gimp suit."

"Tada!" His voice light, fingers wiggling as he gave jazz hands. "Why?" He set his large hand atop your head, "Halloween, and maybe some other stuff." Voice deepening to a sultry tone, giving a flirtatious wink. "Joon, I swear if you go chasing the freshmen around in a gimp suit.." you began. "Nothing's wrong with chasing the freshmen." He shrugged. "I can't believe you're a psychology major..." Namjoon letting out a humored sigh, " Only you see me like this." The taller dipping down, nuzzling his nose against yours in an Eskimo kiss. "I'm gonna peel this thing off me, it really sticks to the body."

"It's a bondage suit, that's the point." Letting out a sigh, eyes trailing over his body, The suit sticking to every muscle and joint on the man. "Checking me out over there?" Eyes rolling to the back of your head, "As if."

"Ow, so cruel." The older fakes hurt, heading off to his room changing. Being fairly familiar with Namjoon's apartment it takes very little for you to already be slouching on his couch, finding a random hentai novel laying nearby. "He doesn't even attempt to hide his porn...we love a queen." You muttered to yourself. The anime girl on the cover sparsely covered, slimy appendages which you can only assume are tentacles spread her legs open revealing her...special parts. Joon walking out in shaggy brown pants with a matching large shirt, strapped sandals on his feet. "Good book isn't it?"

"Riveting." Getting up from the couch, "Ready Bud?" Gathering your belongings heading to his entryway, "Yeah, let's get going." Grabbing his wallet the two of you exiting his apartment. "Do you know it took a whole bottle of lube to get into that suit?" You let out a sigh, "Did I need to know?"

"So what's this art class you're me telling about?" His deep voice slightly muffled as he took a sip of his ice coffee. His messy locks framing his face, dimples slightly moving as he sucks on his straw. "Lisa wants to dress me up for this art class, she said I'm boring and maybe an art class will make my life exciting since I don't go to parties." The bitter taste of coffee on your tongue, fingers busy picking flakes of your croissant. "She's not wrong about you being a bore, but what kind of art class is? This seems a little strange." His thumbs gliding along the screen of his phone as he typed up an essay for his psychology class. "She said it was a one on one painting class with this guy named Kim...Kim Taehyung? I think?"

"One on One?" his eyebrow-raising, taking an obnoxious sip of his coffee. "They offer those? And who did you say the teacher was?"

Finger flaking the croissant, "Apparently they do and Kim Taehyung why?"

"I've heard that name before." His voice nonchalant and cool. "Kim Taehyung. You recognize the name or not Namjoon?" Your groan evident in the cafe. The darker haired male, rubbing his chin like a philosophical thinker from Ancient Greece, "Hush, I recognize the name. Used to go to high school with em." His voice blunt. Eyes narrowing, "That's it? That's all you remember about the guy?"

Namjoon's dark eyes staring into you boredly, "I mean the guy didn't stick out much, he liked to paint so I don't see it as a surprise that he's an art teacher.." His voice trailing off, "however I remember one strange rumor about him." The larger male leaning closer, whispering in your ear, suspense building the longer you waited for an answer. Joon's husky voice tickling your lobe, "He was pretty popular with the girls, quiet guy, probably a hipster, he made his rounds though, heard he's packing."

Your face stretching into one of disgust, "Really Joon? Really?" Your voice void of emotion, "I ask you for some useful information but all you do is make me regret my friendship with you." Eyes narrowed, growling at the male.

The older laughing, "He's packing, maybe he can raw your ass all the way to P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney."

"...Joon.."

The older scrunching his nose in amusement, "Alright, Alright, well I honestly don't remember much about him, he was an underclassman so I didn't really talk to him, I remember all the girls in my grade raved about him, talking about how he seemed so aloof and innocent but in reality he was just a playboy disguised as a prince. I mean he gave off good boy vibes, he was in in a few of my classes, advanced placement and he stuck to himself, he was chill when you asked him something." He took another sip, " That's all I can offer toots."

Nibbling on your croissant, "He doesn't seem too interesting, well the class is later on tonight. Might as well get it over with so Lisa stops badgering me. Also, don't call me toots."

The older letting out a groan, " I need a nickname for you. I hate calling you by your name all the time. I'm special." You watched the older pout, his dimples moving as he sucked on his straw again. "Who said you were special?" He shot you a glare, "Alright fine, but why Toots?"

"Short for Toostie roll." Smacking your lips, "I don't like tootsie rolls though.." His long digit flicking your nose, "Buttercup then?" You smirked, "Nice to see you use that brain of yours."

"You could've just said yes." He sighed, going back to writing his essay on his phone. "You could've just said buttercup, you know that's my nickname Joon.." Voice muffled as you took another bite of your croissant.

"So mean buttercup.." He pouts, eyes looking down at his phone screen while he wrote his essay last minute. "So whiny Joon.." You mocked.

Hair damp, your breath light, eyes peering into the mirror as you slathered on your favorite lemon-scented lotion, hands running over the soft, supple flesh of your arms, legs, and thighs. The cold cream slathering over the mounds of flesh on your chest making your nipples pert, music blaring from your phone's speakers. Sliding on the skirt, and top Lisa picked, hair lightly styled you looked in the mirror. Staring back at you was a new you, a more put together you. Cheeks cherry tinted, you gave a twirl, grabbing your bags, slipping on ankle boots. You took off.

Skipping to the train station. Your steps light, canvas in hand, eyes reading over the address to the studio while you walked. "Block 42..1st floor?" Bottom lip victim to your teeth's gnawing as you searched for said building. Eyes roaming over the minimalist buildings surrounding you, a small window with a lovely canvas sitting on its sill, catching your eye. The color red emphasized in the painting, a red lycoris caught between the lips of a distorted but angelic looking male. You looked in awe at the canvas sitting in that small window, the colors, the brush strokes, the details. It was captivating.

A soft pair of almond eyes watching you, wispy red hair obscuring his vision of you, loose cardigan wrapped around his slim frame, black pants hanging loosely from his toned legs. Long arms crossed, a gentle smirk stretching across the painter's face. "It's a neat painting isn't it?"

A deep, suave voice ripping your eyes from the canvas in the window. Eyes gliding over the ethereal face of whom you believed to be your teacher for the evening. "Did you paint it ?" Gulping slightly, shivering, looking at the male.

"That I did." His nose scrunching a little while he let out a chuckle. His long delicate digits waving you close, "Come inside, I take it you are my last class for tonight" His voice deep, his thin pinks pulling into a smile. "Yeah that's me" voice light, taking timid steps inside the toasty studio, Leonardo Da Vinci paintings bordering the entry of the studio, statues and abstract art decorating the walls. "This place is ..." Awe in your voice, eyes wandering over the room. "Amazing..?" He finished your sentence, deep purrs erupting from his chest as he closed the door to the studio. His gentle footsteps heading over to the sink, washing brushes, grabbing fresh canvases. "It's more than amazing." Taking a seat, excited for the lesson, "What will we be doing today? Watercolor, acrylic, will we even be painting?"

The redhead setting down the canvases, along with two sheets of scrap paper and pencils. "You're eager and I want to try something new." His dark almonds boring into you while he set down bottles of body paint. "Can I use you as a canvas" Your eyebrow-raising, "Use me...as a canvas?" His cedar wood scent more prevalent the closer he leaned his face to yours. Your cheeks a bright crimson, his breath tickling your lips as he pulls away, pencil in his hand. "I want to sketch out a design and paint it on you. I'd like to post it on my social media, you can say no of course." No pressure in his voice.

Your timid eyes meeting his, his brown almonds looking over the supple flesh of your thighs. Your skirt letting his eyes ravish your thighs, his looks lingering. "Where do you want to paint.?" Your cherry cheeks and timid eyes looking into his. "Your thighs, if you don't mind?" His deep voice trickling off the walls of the studio. You felt as if you could roll in it, his deep soothing voice calming your nerves. "My thighs?" A little surge of confidence running through your veins. "You'd let me?" His tone curious. Lisa's voice ringing in your ears, her snooty voice saying bore. "Might as well." Voice confident, only to spite the imaginary Lisa that was whispering in your ear, reminding you of how much of a bore you were. "Lift your skirt a little for me darling, let me map this out." His deep voice letting out a subtle grunt.

His large hands holding the paper up to your thigh for size, a soft hum rumbling from his throat. Cheeks cherry tinted, his soft hands grazing the skin of your thighs, his bottom lip ensnared in his teeth while he worked, his pencil tickling you as it's tip drew out curves and points on the paper. His eyes wandering from the papers every now and then as he caught a glimpse of your mesh panties. The fabric did little to conceal your pink nub from his peripheral, his steady hands working as he continued to map out an intricate galaxy design on the scrap piece of paper, his almond eyes a shade darker.

Marker in hand he begins sketching out his design, tongue swabbing the inside of his cheek while he worked. His clement, fluid hands brushing against you. The felt tip marker ticking your sensitive skin. His eyes every now and then staring at your twitching nub. "Your skin is really soft you know?" A small hiccup erupting from you, "..No?" Deep chuckles erupting from his chest, "Cute." His messy sketch finished, his almonds focused on the array of body paints on the table. "Mhm, tell me little Dove. What color palette suits you?" His fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt, "Warm?" Smirk on his face, "Cool?" His breath ticking your chin as he looked up at you, "or a nice Pastel?" His fingers tentatively inching further and further up your thigh.

Breath hitching, your eyes traveling down his loose blouse to his sun-kissed torso, a smirk on his face, "Like what you see?" Face crimson, "I do." His finger pushing your skirt up, a gentle flick to your clit. "I like what I'm seeing too." His voice deep, hand grabbing a bottle and paint brush. "I think pastels suit you best little Dove." Gathering the light colors he starts building and mixing. Your eyes watching his long digits stir and mix. The way his delicate fingers held the brush, his long thin digits. You bit your lips, impure thoughts popping into your head.

Rubbing your thighs he starts painting, brush bristles moving lightly across your skin. His eyes focused, a soft hum rumbling from his chest. You watched, his beautiful features accentuated as he concentrated, paint wet and cold against your thighs. Light hisses escaping you. "It tickles." His brush strokes delicate, his eyes focused on the supple skin of your thighs, "Stay still for me Little Dove, I know it can be ticklish, but be a good birdie and stay still?" His voice gentle, his soft breaths echoing through the room as he worked.

Legs inching open while he worked, his brush strokes becoming soothing, slight shivers trailing up your spine each time he added more paint. "A little wider for me Dove." His free hand gently trailing up the opening to your skirt, your nub temping him. "Can I?" Cheeks blossoming a pink tint, it had been a long time since you slept with another and to have someone like him take interest in you was daunting. "Y-Yes..." Voice barely a stutter, his almonds meeting yours, his brush strokes coming to a halt. "I need a clear, confident, answer Dove."

"Yes." Your eyes meeting his, you could feel yourself getting lost in their beauty. "That's more like it Little Dove." His tone affectionate as he continued his brush strokes, one hand elaborately mixing and painting on the supple flesh of your thighs. The other hand sliding your panties aside, his forefinger and thumb mercilessly teasing your clit, pinching and rubbing the poor nub with the pad of his thumb. Your squirms making him smirk. "Stay still Dove, I'm almost done." His other hand reaching for a sponge and fine detail brush, his bottom lip ensared in his teeth.

A few more minutes of this passing by before be leaned back admiring his work, "Perfect." His hands grabbing a mask on the table, "Slip this on for me Dove, and spread your legs for me." Giving him a coy nod, you did as you were told, slipping on the mask and spreading your legs. His tepid hands adjusting your skirt to conserve your modestly, the sounds of a camera's shutters meeting your ears, several clicks echoing throughout the room. "So perfect, I'll be posting these. You don't mind, do you?" Voice light as he removed the mask from your face.

"Of course not." A smile on your face, blush dusting your cheeks. Paint wet, his large hands carefully tugging your skirt from your hips. Your hands pushing away his button up, letting the fabric hang from his shoulders while your hands traveled his shapely torso. "So eager, I love it." His lips delicately kissing your lobes as he muttered his praises in your ear. His deep whisper sending electric shocks down your spine, light mewls escaping your lips when his delicate digits began to rub over your clothed slit. Fingertips tracing the outline of a circle over your clothed heat, purposely avoiding your center. "Don't tease me." Your small pout coming out as a moan, the redhead looking up at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Be patient Little Dove, sex is an art and art takes time." A low growl escaping him as you rubbed your knee against his sizeable bulge in protest.

His almonds darkening, his hands gripping your hips with force and he pulled you bottom half against his, his bulge harshly coming into contact with your heat. "Listen to what I say, Little Dove, don't make me angry." Voice sharp, a light trickle escaping your folds. The friction causing your body to tremble with pleasure, light pants making your chest heave. A harsh red dusting your cheeks, lips beginning to swell from your relentless biting. "That a girl, keep being a good Little Dove and I might reward you." His lips connecting with yours, his tongue quickly claiming your mouth as his. Tongues caressed in wet, vehement battle. Languid, slow strokes complemented with guttural growls escaping the lewd artist. Bulge creating a steady friction between the two of you as he ground his hips against your hungry core.

"Fuck, such a good girl." Eyes lidded, his ivories tugging on your bottom lip leaving the flesh bruised and abused. "Tell me, Little Dove." Hands pulling your panties down, mindful of the still wet paint on your thigh. "Do you like it rough?" A deep growl following his inquiry, a harsh but landed smack grazing your clit. An abrupt squeak leaving your lips rushes of adrenaline shooting through your abdomen. "Or, do you like slow and soft." His voice lightening as he lovingly rubbed his bulge against your swollen and sensitive love. Blood rushing to your poor love button as it puffed and twitched under his ministrations. "Ahh!" Abdomen trembling under his weight, no matter how minuscule the ministration you felt it in every part of your being, his touches overwhelming.

An evil chuckle escaping the mahogany-haired male, he took pride in his work. He knew how much control he had over you and he loved every second of it. "Tell me, Dove," He leaned close to your ear, breaths tickling your lobe, "Do you like being told of how of slut and dirty whore your being? Do you like being told how tight your pink little pussy is? Would you like me to tell how I'm going to stuff my cock into that dripping cunt, how I'm going to make your pussy weep. How we'll make this table shake?" His wet muscle gently nipping your ear, saturating your lobe with a loving lick. His hot muscle feeling cool against your scorching skin.

With his thumb persistently torturing your nub, the merlot haired male used his free hand to lower his dress pants, a large, veiny and swollen length springing free from its cotton confines. Fingertips dipping into your core, spreading your folds, your slick spreading down the length of his fingers. His cock gave a twitch at the sight of your liquids. Lips latching to your neck, tongue smoothing over the supple skin, "Or, do you like being a pampered baby. Do you like me worshipping your body, every nook and cranny being cared for." His voice gentle, plush lips feathering kisses down your shoulder, hands swiftly flinging your shirt to an unknown corner of the studio. His tongue giving curious licks to your pert buds, "Mhm baby? Want to treat you like a divine canvas?" His voice deepening, eyes dark he latches himself onto your pert bud, his digits curling inside your heat.

Fingers increasing their pace while he sucked your delicate mound, moans, and cries leaving your lips as you felt a build up in your abdomen that you hadn't felt in years. However, just as you started to see stars the sensation was lost when he pulled his fingers and lips from your body. "Shh baby, I can't have you feeling euphoria when we haven't even gotten to the main part of today's lesson." Letting out a cocky grin, he led himself into you, his aching crown spreading the wet walls of your core, your chest heaving, groans escaping you while your core stretched to accommodate his intrusive size and wide girth. "S-So tight!" His grunt shaky as he hunched over you, the pastel paint along your thighs, still damp, smearing against both of your abdomens, the cold textures covering the two of you in goosebumps.

Back arching, hands finding their way to his fiery locks, your digits intertwining with his tresses, your soft squeaks echoing in his ears. His hips giving a curious thrust, your walls tightening around him as pleasure shot through your body, thighs wrapping around his waist, paints smearing and racing along your bodies. The cool textures doing little to lower the temperatures, of scorching skins rubbing against each other as he picked up the pace. Length pulling out completely before sliding back into you, guttural grunts escaping him as he held your hips in place, teeth latching themselves to the crook of your neck. spreading your thighs apart he continued, hips pistoning themselves into your tight core. Length reaching the innermost corners of your heat, his crown giving you an immense pleasure you had yet to experience in your sex life.

"Ahh, more, give me more!!" Your cries took into account, his teeth tightening on your neck, huffs escaping his chest causing his nose to flare. Adjusting the position slightly, lips pulling away from your neck, his dark browns staring down at you. His sun-kissed torso on display for your eyes to ravage, the pastels painted on your body now smeared and mixed along with his lean abdomen, clit twitching at the sight. "You're going to want to hang on Dove" Pecking your lips, "I'll pull out, trust me." He murmured against your neck. Your hand dipping itself into the paints, curiously pressing your handprint against his firm chest, his lips curling into a smile as he does the same placing a set of handprints on your breasts. Hips slamming into you, the table supporting the two of you wobbling, it's legs letting out subtle creaks that could vaguely be heard over the clapping sound of flesh that rang throughout the studio.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, taking in your handprinted breasts, your walls clenched tightly while he spread them. His free hand dipping in paints as he lightly smacked your chest, watching your mounds shake as he slammed his length further and further into your core. The lighthanded smacks ringing in your ears, you watched the paints melt into an ombre as they slithered from your mounds to your stomach. Loud grunts escaping him as he continued to slam his cock further and further into your heat. Not leaving an inch of space between your core and the tip of his cock as he continuously pierced it. His sunkissed torso now splattered with pastels, creating a lewd contrast. The way the wet paint dripped along his chest, his nipples slightly perked as the paint raced down to his abdomen.

"S-Such a dirty girl." A guttural groan escaping the hunched male, his eyes trailed down to where the two of you connected, his bottom lip ensared in his ivories as he watched his cock spread your cunt, a pearly froth coating his shaft. "Who said you could cum around me, Little Dove?" His snarl ringing in your ears as his grip begins to bruise your hips, his trusts becoming increasingly heavier. Animalistic grunts and groans escaped his lips as he slammed his weight into you, your hands flying to his torso for support. The pastels beginning to dry with a beautiful sheen, a stunning blend of colors coating the two of you. Your nails scratching his chest. Gently scraping away the paints, his cock stirring a familiar feeling in your abdomen. Back arched, your bud twitching the more his crown hit that one spot that made you see stars.

"Ah-hh T-Tae!!" Toes curling, fingers clawing his chest, walls suffocating his member as you released yourself around him, another pearly layer coating his shaft. "H-Holy shit!!" He falters, quickly separating himself from your core, he wraps a hand around his shaft, pumping himself. His hand vigorously running along his length, tip an angry twitching red, a loud cry of ecstasy filling the room as thick ropes of cum splattered against your abdomen.

The milky substance exuding a warmth against your skin. "Mhm," His lips swollen, eyes looking down at your paint covered body, giving your nipples a light pinch he trails a hand down to his puddle on your abdomen. His forefinger dipping in the pearly puddle, a ticklish feeling as he etches into the puddle. His signature. "You're the most beautiful canvas I've ever gotten the pleasure to paint on." He smirks, dipping down he brings his mouth to your ear, "I just had to leave my signature."

A light gasp escaping you when you looked down to his signature written in the splattered cum on your abdomen. A pink dusting your cheeks. "L-Let's get cleaned up." Eyes trailing over the pastel mess covering the two of you. "I have a shower over there." He nods over to the shower head in the corner in the studio, a drain on the floor nearby, no curtains or stalls. "Shower?" Planting a kiss on your nose he smiles, "This studio used to be a chemistry lab so they needed the shower for safety reasons, however, since I converted this place into an art studio I never really had the chance to get rid of it."

"I'm glad you didn't get rid of it, going home in this mess would be quite the task." You giggled, getting up from the wobbly table. Looking down at the damage, cheeks flushing at his signature on your body.

"Mind if I shower with you?" He chuckles as he gathers towels, letting the shower run.

"After this evening it'd be a little strange for me to tell you 'no' wouldn't it?" Your giggle echoing throughout the room. His paint covered hand waving you over. "That's now come mere baby." His tone loving as he pulled you under the steaming water. His large hands roaming your body as the two of you scrubbed away the paint from your bodies. Splattering water was all that could be heard, the warm liquid warming the two of you.

"Will I see you again?" Your voice coming off as a gentle plea. His chin rested atop your head. "I don't see why not, next time we should meet under normal circumstances don't you think so Dove?" An almost immediate nod coming from you, "I'd like that, to see what you're like outside of the studio." A small smile tugging at your lips, the water showering the two of you in a layer of warmth. Large hands roaming your body down to your hips, his palm cupping your core. "Until then.." He smirks, "Can I play with you a little more baby?" The red-headed male dropping to his knees as he spread your thighs open.

Carefully leaning against the back wall, head tilted back as his skilled tongue began to trace over your slit. Gentle licks and sucks attacking your nub, your hands quickly latching themselves to his scalp. Tugging at his red locks as his pace picked up. His lewd slurps causing your cheeks to darken to a crimson shade. His tongue paying special attention to your clit as he began to softly hum. The vibrations sending shivers along the length of your spine, the once hot water now becoming cool against your skin. A soft whine of protest escaping you as he pulled away. "I have to close up the studio baby, next time we will continue this." Standing at your level he gave you heated kissed, one that was a mixture of emotions. Lust, attraction, curiosity, and longing. You already missed him and you haven't even left yet.

The cool fall breeze knocked on the windows to your apartment. Leaves and sticks brushed against your door. Namjoon spamming your phone with every passing minute. He was coming over later on for a movie marathon, Lisa was joining too. You were in limbo. Ever since you saw Taehyung that evening last week you hadn't been able to erase the redheaded man from your memory. He hadn't contacted you since. Was it your fault? Did he even know your name? He only referred to you as 'Dove'. You missed him. Every day since you had to reframe yourself from walking to his studio, to push him against the wall and ask him where he had been. Ask him why he hadn't said anything. Why he didn't keep his word.

A soft knocking shattered your thoughts. "I'm in the middle of having a pity party, who the hell is bothering me." You let out a low growl as you trudged yourself to the front door. Peaking through the peephole seeing no one on the other side. "I swear Joon if you are playing tricks on me again!!" You shouted, opening the door preparing yourself to be tackled by Namjoon in his gimp costume but there was no one there. Just a piece of paper sticking out from your mailbox. "The mailman doesn't come by on Sundays.." Your eyebrows furrowing. Carefully taking the paper from the mailbox, you unfolded it. You're stomach fluttering, blood running to your cheeks. Painted in watercolor was you. A painting of you nude, covered in a gradient of pastels, along with a pearly puddle on your abdomen. Written in a sloppy black cursive was a message.

"I had a hard time tracking you down Little Dove. Haven't been able to stop thinking about you since. How about dinner next time?" Clutching the painting against your chest, the heat in your face making it a little hard to breathe. "W-What did I get myself into.."

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Southern Man (Part 4)

Summary: Dean comes to dinner and it goes over about as well as the reader expected...

Masterlist

Pairing: Ranch hand!Dean x reader

Word count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language

The week went by much better than you were expecting. Sam was now an eager and willing accomplice in your and Dean’s letter exchanges, delivering Dean’s at the end of the day to you, bringing the one you’d write at night to Dean in the morning while you slept. Sure, it felt a bit silly but texting wasn’t an option and by the time Dean got done with the day, he needed his sleep.

Trusting Dean had helped you feel like your old self again. You even went to a supplier meeting with the Joneses on your own, your dad impressed when you came home with a signed deal. Everything was finally starting to fall together.

“Why’s the Winchester boy standing at the front door running his hands over his shirt like that?” asked your dad on Friday night, your eyes wide as you looked at your mom.

“Ah, that’s what I forgot to talk to him about,” she said, your dad raising an eyebrow. “Y/N invited Dean to dinner.”

“You kids going camping is one thing but family dinner?” asked your dad, Charlie whistling as she skirted past him and opened the front door for Dean.

“Hey Charlie,” said Dean, quickly pulled inside by her, getting a side hug as you took him in. He had on a nice pair of dark and clean jeans, a simple gray button down shirt with rolled up sleeves and his work boots as clean as if they were straight out of the box. He even smelled like he put on cologne, Charlie taking a plate full of chocolate chip cookies from him.

“Nice call,” she whispered.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling at your dad as you saw the pair stare each other down. “Good evening, Mr. Y/L/N.”

“Does someone want to explain what is going on to me?” asked your dad, Sam rounding the corner and immediately heading back for the kitchen. “Y/N?”

“Dean,” you said, walking over and grabbing his hand, “...is my boyfriend.”

“Come again?” said your dad.

“The kids are dating,” said your mom. “What do you think those two were doing up there every weekend?”

“You’ve been dating my daughter for the past month?” asked your dad, stepping over to get in Dean’s face. You dropped Dean’s hand to stand in front of him, your dad raising an eyebrow. “You’re dating a ranch hand? A ranch hand? You know these guys, Y/N. They love ‘em and leave ‘em. Every single one. They are not relationship material.”

“Dad,” said Sam, groaning as he turned back around the corner. “Dean’s not like the other guys and trust me, I’m around them all day long. He’s really good for shrimp. We all know she was in a weird funk when she came home from school and Dean’s helped her through it. Hell, he helps her practice her pitches and inventory crap during his lunch break. He doesn’t have to do those things.”

“You’re fired,” said your dad to Dean. “Pack up your stuff and go.”

“Back off,” you spat back at him, your brother and sister wide eyed, your mom taking a deep breath. “You have no idea what he has done for me, none. Speaking of which, as the HR person for the business, we don’t have any policy against employees dating and as I’m not Dean’s boss, you have no grounds for termination. He could sue you if he wanted.”

“A boy. A stupid, ranch hand boy,” said your dad, shaking his head.

“In case you don’t remember, grandpa thought you were a stupid, ranch hand boy too when you fell for mom but I guess he had a point about the stupid part,” you said, your dad blinking his eyes fast.

“That was a different time and different situation and where did you get a mouth like that?” said your dad.

“I’ve always had the mouth. I’m just not scared to use it anymore,” you said, your mom holding up a hand.

“That is enough you two,” she said. “Dean, I think it’s best if you go back to the ranch and spend the evening at your own place. These two need a slight attitude adjustment.”

“With all due respect mam,” said Dean, her eyes quickly hardening. “Your daughter is hurting and all of you see it but none of you want to do anything about it. She doesn’t need an attitude adjustment. She needs kindess and compassion. She has plenty of anger and fear already. She doesn’t need more.”

“What the hell does that mean?” asked your dad, turning his head to Dean.

“It means Dean has helped me,” you said, looking over to him. “We’re all adults here. You are going to respect my right to privacy and you are not going to fire one of the best damn employees you have. Please.”

“You’ve been running around with my daughter, telling her fairytales, that you’re the good guy?” said your dad, cocking his head at Dean. “You sleep with her?”

“Your daughter hates running and I’m a bit old for fairytales, sir. Frankly, I’ll be whatever kind of guy she wants me to be and out of respect for the lady, I won’t answer that last one,” said Dean.

“That’s my daughter,” said your dad.

“And she is not a little girl,” said Dean.

“I have half a mind to kick your ass for sneaking around with her,” said your dad, pushing you aside so his chest was practically bumping Dean’s.

“She invited me to dinner to introduce me as her boyfriend. I would say our sneaking around days are behind us,” said Dean, keeping his chin up and a calm demeanor.

“Since she’s not talking, what happened?” asked your dad. “What’s the big secret she’s been hiding?”

“I’m not at liberty to say,” said Dean, clasping his hands behind his back, staring straight ahead.

“That was an order, boy,” said your dad, leaning in so close to Dean you were looking back to Sam to get in there.

“All due respect, sir,” said Dean, eye twitching, something dark in his features you hadn’t seen before. “Her secret, her choice, her decision. I honestly don’t give a fuck if you fire me or deck me because I’m not betraying her trust.”

“You’re a damn lovestruck idiot, aren’t you,” said your dad, taking a step back.

“Yes sir,” said Dean, relaxing his shoulders.

“How long has everyone known?” asked your dad, putting his hands on his hips. “How long?”

“Sam and Charlie since the start, mom a few days,” you said quietly, your dad nodding his head.

“I guess that makes me the asshole then,” he said.

“Sir, Y/N didn’t want me to lose my job over this. It’s my-”

“No, Dean,” said your dad. “She has a problem. A big one and she didn’t feel comfortable to come to me with it or anyone here. Except for you. She has been happier lately and if you’re part of the reason for that, then okay.”

“Okay?” you asked. “You blow up in his face and then it’s okay?”

“I could still fire him if that’d make you feel better,” said your dad.

“I made cookies with the vanilla chips,” said Dean. “I heard you like those.”

“Heh, well look at you. You’re only going to be cleaning horse stalls for four days next week instead of five,” said your dad, grabbing the plate and heading back to the kitchen.

“I’m confused. He likes me now?” asked Dean, scratching his head. “Should I leave?”

“No,” you said, taking his hand in yours. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

Two Months Later

“Hey dad?” you said, knocking on his office door, Dean in tow with you. “Got a minute?”

“For Butch and Cassidy, of course,” he said with a smirk, waving you in. “What’s up?”

“Well, I move back into school this weekend for my last semester and the seasonal ranch hands will be leaving the end of the week,” you said, glancing over at Dean. “I was thinking...maybe Dean could be my backfill until I finish and come home for good. It’ll only be three months but Dean’s smart and he picks things up even faster than I do. He could stay at his place and maybe get moved up to a year round rancher? Did I mention you’re the best dad ever?”

“Well that last part’s a lie,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And no, I don’t think we’ll be going with that plan.”

“Dad, Dean’s-”

“Dean, take a look at that,” said your dad, grabbing a file off his desk and tossing it over. Dean took a seat and opened it up, cocking his head.

“Full time? What’s a Jr. Mr? I’ve tried every job around here and never heard of it,” said Dean.

“New position,” said your dad, stretching out before resting his hands on his chest. “It’s come to my attention that some of my ranch hands are getting older, looking to retire or step away from this life. I need a man who’s been through the ropes to bring in new talent, help refine them while still performing his various ranching duties. Managers get weekends off though.”

“You want to make me a manager?” asked Dean, eyes wide.

“Junior manager under Sam. You have a degree, as Y/N mentioned smart, personable but I know you can be a hard ass if need be. Benefits included. It’s a good stepping stone towards building your own ranch someday,” he said. “Not that I’ve heard anything through the rumor mill.”

“I think I’d like to stay,” said Dean. “There’s a pretty nice view around here.”

“You better be talking about the landscape,” said your dad, Dean nodding his head fast. “Told you he’s a smart boy. Now go spend some time with your girlfriend before she heads back off to college and we don’t see her until Thanksgiving.”

“I’ll come home before that,” you said, Dean staring at his offer letter. “Dean...hello...”

“I can move into one of the ranchers cabins?” asked Dean.

“Unless you like living in a broom closet,” said your dad. “Y/N, take Dean down to number 2. You can help him move in his three plaid shirts. I swear you used to have more.”

“Someone’s been stealing them from me,” said Dean, tilting his head back at you.

“Must be gremlins,” you said with a smile, Dean grabbing his packet and carrying it with him, humming as you skipped out the front door with him. “Look at my man, gettin’ himself a promotion.”

“I didn’t do anything special,” said Dean, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m gonna cook you dinner tonight in your new cabin,” you said.

“You’re an awful cook,” he said.

“Yeah, there is that...” you said, biting on your finger. “You cook and I’ll tell you what a good job you’re doing.”

“Of course I had to fall for a weirdo like you,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Isn’t that a Dr. Seuss quote? My weirdness is compatible with your weirdness so it’s mutual weirdness and that’s what love is?”

“Hopeless romantic you are, Dean,” you teased, walking down the path to the ranch with him.

“I’m in love with you, I can’t help it,” he said, slowing his steps.

“I love you too,” you said, Dean smiling as he gave you a kiss. “How long have you wanted to say that to me?”

“I knew I had to tell you before you left for school and went back to all those rich guys,” said Dean.

“Eh, I like the guy with the soft flannels,” you said. “Oh! I forgot the best part of the cabins. You get cell service.”

“Yes,” Dean moaned. “Finally. I’d go freaking nuts if I couldn’t talk to you for three months. You better come home at least once a month too.”

“I will. It’s only one semester anyways, then I’m all done,” you said.

“So what was that gap year you took like? When you were a ranch hand for a whole year?” asked Dean.

“Hard. But I had to prove to myself I could do it if I was going to run this place with Sam’s help someday,” you said. “I’ll leave most of the heavy lifting to you boys from now on though. Let me get my business smarts on.”

“Still, I’ll miss you,” said Dean, resting his head on your shoulder as you walked.

“We got a few days left before I have to head out. I’m sure we could find a few fun things to do to pass the time,” you said, Dean chuckling when you crawled a few fingers up his chest.

“I’m sure we will,” he said, letting you show him a jut off the path to the left, a quieter single lane road big enough for a car. There were a few cabins there, Dean smiling at the fact he had a driveway to put his truck and an actual house now. “I like these, they’re the same style as your house.”

“You never saw inside one on your first day, right?” you asked, Dean shaking his head. “Take a look.”

You grabbed the key to cabin 2 from under the front mat, turning the knob before stepping aside for Dean to walk in.

“Fuck this place is nice,” said Dean, immediately walking over to the kitchen, sitting down at the island. “I have a real kitchen counter. And a table!”

“Get used to it because we are definitely going to be hanging out here away from my prying family,” you said.

“Howdy neighbor!” said Sam, standing in the doorway. “Guess who’s moving into cabin 1?”

You groaned and put your head on Dean’s new counter, whining when Dean ran his hand up and down your back.

“You think you’re the only one that needs some space from those two?” asked Sam, nodding up towards the house. “Besides, this is a work free zone...and if I choose to come home late, I won’t get weird looks at the breakfast table anymore.”

“Keep an eye on him while I’m gone, Dean,” you said, lifting your head. “Sammy gets into trouble when unsupervised.”

“I’ll be sure that when Sam is up to no good, he’s not doing it alone,” said Dean, Sam giving him a thumbs up.

“Right answer,” said Sam, slapping the doorframe. “I’ll see you guys around.”

“So...” said Dean, closing the front door with a smile, locking it behind him.

“Peace and quiet,” you said, plopping down on Dean’s couch, sighing at how much softer it was than his old one. “Finally.”

“Wow,” said Dean, hopping over the back of the couch, sitting down at the other end. “I say nap time before dinner.”

“Agreed,” you said, Dean laying down with his head in your lap, out like a light in ten seconds flat. “Alright cuddly guy. I guess I’ll be big spoon this time.”

“I’m big spoon,” mumbled Dean, shifting behind you, pulling your back against his chest. “Night.”

“You too, Dean.”

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