#i .. clearly have too much time on my hands.

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part two

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex work, jealousy, fingering, Gojo has six inch fingers I won't argue about it lol, he masturbates too much, sexual tension - lots of it- he becomes lowkey/highkey Yan tbh, pretty woman vibes 🤭

This will be a fun set of drabbles in this style! I hope you all enjoy them lmk if you wanna get tagged in the next parts <3

<<<Part one

Escort! Satoru never falters, but when he sees you in that elegant black dress, hugging every curve and line of your body, he does just that. Not only has he stroked himself to you every day this week - sometimes multiple times a day- you also make his heart race with your pretty smile, so shy and nervous as you look down at your feet now. 'You look... sexy as fuck' you giggle now, when he brushes back a little tendril of hair that's escaped it's elegant coif, watching your lips part, making his thoughts run haywire. 'You say that to all the girls, hmm? I kind of pay you to say it' he scoffs then.

Escort! Satoru murmurs 'you look beautiful' earning your cheeks heating up, your own heart thudding as you try to remember what you're here for. He's a paid actor who's a sweetheart, and that's all this is. 'And no I don't get paid to say it' You nervously bite your lower lip, drawing his attention as the two of you stand outside of the grand ball room in down town, the wind gently blowing your dress just enough to show him those sexy legs of yours. 'Thank you, Satoru- you look amazing' he smirks, tugging at his slick Armani tux- 'well of course I do'

Escort! Satoru is the perfect partner as the two of you enter the bustling room, snatching up two glasses of champagne for you both, you sip the bubbly liquid and curse. 'My parents, three oclock... we may have to kiss or something is that okay?' Satoru clears his throat. 'I don't on the mouth' 'oh! I'm so sorry...' he's eying your lips now, enticing him to no end, while your hand comes to brush against his shoulder. 'What about the cheek?' Satoru would kiss every inch of your pretty body, he realizes even your mouth doesn't feel like it's off limits, but he gives you an easy smile. 'Sure, sweets'

Escort! Satoru shmoozes right along with all the old wealth in the room, enjoying your every eye roll and sigh, you clearly don't enjoy being around all of this. You make him more curious after he wins your parents over, brushing his lips on your cheek, warm against the plush of his mouth, as his arm wraps your waist. 'Your daughter is really something' he says softly, pulling you closer. 'Thank god, we didn't know if she'd ever meet someone! she's always working-' 'mom!' Satoru snorts in humor then. 'I also work all the time' they look at him curiously. 'And what do you do?' Your turn to look at him, you two didn't discuss this. 'I'm a massage therapist'

Escort! Satoru sips his champagne after they leave, and you raise a brow at him. 'Massage therapist, hmm?' Satoru wiggles his thin white brows, leaning against the table now. 'Wanna find out if I'm lying?' You're so shy from his flirtations, you hardly notice when several men take notice of you in that dress. You don't dress up aside from business, but you must look pretty good- they're all over you, asking to dance as you politely decline, and Satoru's anger grows with each one. When a man has his hand on the small of your back, he forgets you've paid him to come here, walking up and swatting the man's wrist away, as you look at him in confusion. 'Care for a dance, sweetheart?'

Escort! Satoru leads you out to the floor, pulling your body flush against his, you tilt your head up to look at the tall man, whose eyes are swirling blue. 'Playing the boyfriend role so well, gonna earn a hefty tip' you tease softly, Satoru freezes, hands on the nip at your waist. That was not pretend, he wanted to cut a man's hand off for touching a fucking stranger essentially, a pretty client. He smirks, feigning ease he doesn't feel. 'I'm five star for a reason, hmm?' you're losing the night in his arms, spinning around the elegant ballroom, so light and giddy as the champagne rushes your blood stream.

Escort! Satoru and you are standing on the outside again as the evening is ending, and you've ordered a limo to take the two of you home. 'Would you like to ride with me or...' 'yes' his answer is so fast it hits you by surprise, as the wind whips around the two of you, making you shiver. Satoru takes his fancy jacket off, tossing it over your shoulders, in a gesture far too sweet- it's hard to remember this is just a job for him. 'Thank you for tonight, Satoru, you really made it so much better' you peck a kiss on his cheek, he turns his head, lips a breath from yours when the limo pulls up, and he opens the door for you, sliding in close.

Escort! Satoru eyes the rise and fall of your perfect breasts when you take of his jacket, handing it back, your fingers brushing, the contact ending his resolve. He's never needed to have someone like you, his hand slipping up your thigh, feeling you tremble, your eyes dilating in desire. 'Satoru you don't have to perform that part of your job with me, I really did just need someone perfect, to appear that I'm... put together I guess' he sighs now, leaning even closer against you in the night, thumbs running little circles across your inner thigh, hearing your soft cry. 'I want to make you cum, if you'd like me to, you look like you could really use a release' you swallow nervously, when his hand brushes even higher, so close to where you're wet and sticky against the lace of your panties.

Escort! Satoru feels your heat, murmuring - 'fuck' - blue eyes almost blinding, his pupils pinpoints, lips so close they're almost touching. 'Say the word, sweetheart, I'll get your pretty pussy off so good' you manage a weak moan, trying to pull yourself together. 'will this cost extra, mister?' you're trying to tease him, so cute and fumbling over your words, even now. 'Nah, I pick what I want to do with every client, and you I'd love cumming all over my fingers' you nod nervously, while the limo heads to your home. Surely one night of pleasure isn't the worst thing. 'yeah, you want it pretty girl?' his words along with fingers brushing your soaking cunt over the material has your head falling back, a cry eliciting from your throat. 'then say it' he orders softly, thumb brushing the slick growing, looking down at your pretty face, picturing it when you cum.

Escort! Satoru almost cums when you murmur 'I want it' and has your panties pulled to the side, two fingers slid in your cunt in moments. You gasp at the stretch, clinging tightly to him, 'fuck, you're that wet, baby I haven't touched you' he's cocky, he's ridiculous, he's an... escort, but fuck does he know just where to press, his fingers so long you've not been with men as long as them, as his fucking fingers, making you wildly think of his cock when he presses your back against the limo, hair falling over a brown, you hear your greedy cunt squishing and clicking. 'Mnh! It's... intense I...' Satoru smiles, breath ghosting across the tops of your breasts, when his fingers curl just right, making you blinded. 'There's that spot, feels good doesn't it, pretty?'

Escort! Satoru has his fingertips hitting that spot again and again, while he kisses down to your breast, and your hands grip his hair, making him press his cock against the seat, desperate for any friction. When your hands trail down his waist he stops them, making you blink as you focus, hearing the squelching wetness when his fingers pump. Satoru kisses that hand, before he pins your wrist down, watching you climb higher and higher. 'That's it, let go f'me, huh? Be a good girl, would you?' You're ended at that, at his fingers scissoring in and out, and you feel your climax hit, orgasm having you gush all over his hands, he watches in wonder as you do, down to his silver and diamond cufflinks, soaking him and that seat,

Escort! Satoru moans as he watches your pretty face, your eyes fluttering, lips parted in a gasp, and your wrist is still in his big hand, he's never seen anything like you cumming, not even after countless women. 'Oh my god... you should... charge even more...' your sweet little declaration makes him chuckle, when he eases his long, thick digits out you suddenly feel empty, the limo comes to a stop as you sit up nervously, adjusting ruined panties, trying to straighten up while his cock is pulsing, precum sticking to his boxers. 'I can return the favor, free you know' you tease softly, hand brushing his length, eliciting a whimper. A whimper. He's Satoru Gojo, top escort, about to cum from your palm brushing him over layers of clothing.

Escort! Satoru can't embarrass himself, especially not with you, putting his fingers to his mouth then, moaning as he sucks you off him, your pussy clenches at the fucking sight, whining out from the back of your throat. 'Fuck...' he murmurs, tasting how sweet you are, while you watch in wonder. 'you taste that good?' you're enamored by his glistening lips, leaning so close, when there's a subtle knock on the door. You hastily kiss his cheek bone, hugging him tightly, so sweet you make him die more for you, before pulling back, the longing in your body for more fighting with your mind. It's a fantasy, it's his job, it's not... more.

Escort! Satoru hates when you head out of the limo, your legs are visibly shaky, as you look at him so nervous, biting your lower lip and tucking that tendril back once more. 'Satoru Gojo you deserve every five star you get' you say, before nervously turning back, Satoru looks out the window to see you live in a fucking penthouse nicer than his, before the door shuts and he's left alone, your perfume clinging to him, the taste of you just barely enough on his fingers that he can suck you off them again. His phone dings, and you've tipped him another thousand dollars, with a cute little emoji. Now emojis, collarbones and tendrils of hair make him want to cum. Great.

Escort! Satoru tries to go back to business as usual, but he can't get you off his mind. He hasn't tried to write you, he knows it was just a job, but when he's on a 'date' with another client, his memory rolls to you, when he's dancing he craves your unique size in his arms, that perfect body under his, imagines a slicker, tighter cunt like yours, when he's trying to please his clients. He can't even cum unless he thinks of you, and keeps refusing blow jobs, to the point he wonders just what you fucking did somehow. He keeps eyeing that extra tip, feeling horrible you sent it even, how should he get paid to touch you, to make you cum!? Surely he should fucking pay to even be in your presence, and God he would.

Escort! Satoru has an idea suddenly, when he leaves another client pleased, yet he can't manage to make himself fuck anyone, he can't keep it up when they try, and it's been three fucking weeks. It must be in his head, it must be that he enjoyed it so much... it must be something right? Satoru does not get feelings for his clients, he's a professional... or, he was. He is shutting his eyes seeing your glistening cunt he got just a glimpse of, cumming until he's just shooting blanks, over and over like a madness, until he looks you up, it's not hard to find you. He scrolls through your pictures, business ones, and cums more, his cock rubbed raw as he pictures it, you under him as he pumps you full of his cum.

Escort! Satoru finds himself at your business, waiting for a meet with you, the high up CEO of this building, you hear the name and are completely confused, when he walks into your office you remember it all then. All the times you've thought of him, it's so embarrassing! Surely he's back to normal, and you're left using your rose toy on high and imagining six inch fingers buried in your cunt. 'Satoru, this is a surprise, did you need... marketing? For your business?' Satoru chuckles as your assistant shuts that door with a resounding click, pulling out a pretty black velvet box then. Your brows draw together in confusion. 'What is that?' Satoru walks forward, you inhale that scent, eye his lithe body hungrily, trying to keep your composure.

Escort! Satoru hated the thought of you paying so much, the only thing he can think is to give it back, but he can't because he's sure you'd never take it. So he firmly went to Cartier and bought this pretty bracelet he shows you now, making you gasp. Despite being wealthy, he notices you have simple jewelry, you don't have a fancy office, it's as if you don't even let yourself have nice things. Well he would change it, even if it meant just one more time seeing you, maybe to get you out of his system. He watches color dance on your cheeks, as you run your fingers across it - 'It's beautiful, but...' he shushes you, gently taking the pretty white gold out of the box, smiling at you, his snowy lashes low over his heated blue eyes. 'Your review, got me a lot of traction, let me give a gift?'

Escort! Satoru snaps that Cartier bracelet on your delicate wrist, the jewels glinting under your soft office lighting, you feel the cold against your skin, barely cooling you, as you remember his fingers, remember him sucking you off them, the way he had you gushing arousal, had you floating. Desire wars with what it means, was it just him being kind? Was it more? 'Satoru, it's beautiful but, this costs what I tipped you' he smiles a bit, no it cost more than that, but he'll let you think so. He runs his fingertips across your cheek now. 'Don't be a stranger, mmkay?' he turns to walk away, to jerk off to that image of you as you are right now, when you halt him with one question. 'Satoru?' he turns to look at you, when you sit up on your desk suddenly, his heart pounds as blood rushes to his cock, as you nervously cross your legs, tilting your head to the side. 'How much for twenty minutes of your time?'

hehe there will be quite a few of these- our boy is DOWN BAD

taglist #1 @shydroid3000 @thisisew @twinkling-moonlilie-reblogs @aducksmokingquack @miya4life @ravenbc @yenayaps @nezukuwu @etsuniiru @ieathairs @kenqki @princess-bblgm @belovedxiao @ninikrumbs @ieathairs @myahfig4 @theelegantpotato @vvaoo @aldebrana @celestep004 @whoisteona @ladyneisa @lililovely78 @gamerhere @wstaley2 @allthesqueaks @slut4donghyuck @maisiefrancesca @yittten @femaholicc @jjknanamin @that-b-word-lol @devastyle @chiiiiiichan @mat-mat-mat @jkslaugh97 @ovela @mxgnolia @rikiswifeyyy @kaayyhunnyy @gojos1wife1 @arabellasolstice @01ve3rz @jud3thedude @firemoonlightfly @vyluvs @artist1936 @kyelikesanime @mistytojigetolover

[luveline]

angsty request coming!!! hotch taking care of an overworked reader who hasn’t been sleeping!! maybe the team notices r has been a bit scattered or feverish and hotch steps in!!!

thank you for requesting! fem, 1k Hotch knows, technically, that what he’s doing tonight is out of bounds. He just doesn’t care —can’t find it in himself to regret his actions as he shepherds you from the office and into his car. Doesn’t give your wide-eyed surprise any notice, doesn’t offer explanation as he takes you into the department store between the office and his apartment and tells you to choose. 

“I don’t understand.” 

He nods toward the lines of pointelle camisoles and shorts, gestures to the longer silken trousers, “Choose something to wear.” 

You blink hotly. He’s flustered you, but that’s easy lately. “Do they have anything warmer?” you ask. 

He takes your arm gently into his hand and turns you an inch, where the jersey material pajamas hang from the wall. There’s a nice brown coordinating set right in front of you. He guesses your size (he knows it from practice), pulling a hanger from up high to offer you. “Yes?” he asks. 

“Why?” 

“You’ll need them.” 

You rub your face. “Okay, yeah. I like those ones.” 

He folds them over his arm. He can feel you gaze on the side of his face as he takes you to the register and pays without giving the total any mind. Hotch doesn’t care how much anything costs, he only wants it to be soft. If it weren’t crossing a line, he would’ve found you new underwear, too. 

He accepts the bag from the cashier and guides you out again. “Is there anything else you need?” he asks you. 

“For what?” 

“You aren’t going home.” 

“I’m not?” 

He shakes his head gently. He isn’t being intimidating, only straight forward. Hotch obviously isn’t in the business of kidnapping women, especially coworkers, friends, he just knows now that this won’t be solved without some tough love. “You’re staying with me, if you don’t mind.” 

“Why would I mind?” 

Lethargic, you follow him to the car and get back in the front seat. He turns the heated seats on and watches you sink into the leather, clearly pleased, tired eyes slipping closed every now and then in the ensuing silence. 

Regretfully, you startle as he parks, roused from whatever hooks that had finally managed to hold you. Heat, he thinks, is key here. 

“I’m making oatmeal and cocoa,” he says as he opens the door, waiting for you to follow suit before he continues, “and you can go and get changed. You know where my room is?”

“Sure.” 

“Alright, good. You can make yourself comfortable there.” 

“In your room?” 

He sends you a loving and agitated look over the door. Really? it says. You and Hotch have been trapped in an excitable will-they won’t-they situation for months, and he’d think by now the obvious answer to it all is we most certainly will. “Honey, yes. Unless you’d be more comfortable in Jack’s?” 

“Does he still have the race car bed?” 

“Afraid so.” 

You hum, and lead the way to the house. Hotch hands you his keys, something in his chest tightly squeezed to see you turn the house key in the lock, to let yourself in, and to hold out your hand expectantly for the department bag. You head to his room like you do it everyday. Hotch resists the urge to call you back and kiss you with your jaw held in his hand —it’s not the point. 

He gets a strange pang a few minutes later, stirring the pot of easy-sachet oatmeal, a rare pang of regret. Perhaps he’s being too headstrong, letting his worry guide him like this, pushing you to come home with him and to sleep in his bed. You might be at the same level as he is, but it still feels a little like pulling Spencer home with him and demanding he dress and eat as Hotch likes. 

I’ll apologise, he thinks, setting your oatmeal and cocoa on a tray, conscious of the sun setting outside, night swiftly falling. If he really is going to say sorry and have you go home, you’ll be disrupted again. There’s a possibility Hotch has made this ten times worse. 

He climbs the stairs and finds you laying on his side of the bed with your nose turned into his pillow, a damp sheen to your skin. You’ve washed your face, and changed into the new pajamas, just a little too big for you where you’ve curled around your hands. 

“Honey?” he asks softly. 

“Sorry,” you say, twice as quietly as he had, “just, it smells so nice in here.” 

“That’s okay.” 

“I’ll move.”

“Just sit up,” he says, thinking of you in the office with your jittering and your glass-eyed stare. “I’ve brought you something.” 

You nod heavily and do as he’s asked, again. He sets the tray on your lap and you look up at him. It’s the look that does it, really. The half circles under your eyes are nothing to him beyond proof that you aren’t sleeping, the bloodshot in your sclera, it’s all inconsequential. What floors him is the unquestioning trust to be found when you look at him. He doesn't kid himself when he thinks that this could lend itself to love. 

“You know why I’ve asked you to come home with me?” he asks carefully. 

“I worried you.”

He puts the tray in your waiting lap, gracing your chin with a quick stroke underneath, feather-light. “I haven’t abused my power?” 

“Buying me new clothes and making me dinner?” you ask softly, evident delight on your face as you notice the squares of chocolate that have begun to melt into your oatmeal. 

“Forcing you home with me and sequestering you in my bedroom.” 

“It’s not how I thought it would happen,” you confess, gathering a heaping mountain of oatmeal onto your spoon, “not the first time, at least. I guess I should worry you more often.” 

“No,” he says, holding your chin between his fingers until you meet his serious gaze. “You shouldn’t.” 

Your eyebrows do something he can’t name, but there’s a word for what it inspires in his chest. “I won’t,” you promise. 

[just4jinx]

# cw ! fem!reader. sub!jinx. dom!reader. established relationship. phone sex/masturbation. dirty talk. jinx just really loves ur voice lol. rushed with absolutely no substance i just wanted to get smthing out <3

her name flashes across your screen, the sharp trill of your ringtone breaking the stillness of the night. it’s 1 am, too late for casual calls. you’re seeing her later, planning to take her out for a few drinks at her favorite bar, so what couldn’t wait?

still, you don’t hesitate. you never do. with a quiet sigh, you accept the call, pressing the phone to your ear.

“jinx?”

no answer. just a breath—slow, heavy. then the faint scrape of her clearing her throat, the static of hesitation crackling between you. you shift, the sheets rustling beneath you as you settle in. “you okay?” your voice is soft and careful. jinx is a lot of things—loud, often reckless and impossible to pin down— but quiet isn’t usually one of them.

another breath, deep and shaky, rushes down the line. “yeah.” she says, but it’s a little too quick, too rehearsed. you dont push, instead you let the silence stretch, giving her space to fill it and perhaps give you a better idea.

“just missed ya.” she mutters, “wanted to hear your voice.” a slight innocent grin tugs at the corners of your lips, your free hand trailing up to sleepily rub your eyes. you imagine she woke up from a nightmare and was implicitly asking for comfort, or just hasn’t managed to sleep at all. regardless, you have all the time in the world for your girlfriend.

“so, how’d your day go, baby?” for a second, you swear you hear a faint sigh but you let it pass, throwing your head back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling as you wait. “good.” that’s all she gives you. she doesn’t sound upset, so why she’s being blunt is beyond you. before you can linger on it, jinx speaks again. “please tell me about yours.”

there’s a weight to it, a quiet plea tangled within her words. she’s hiding something, you can feel it. it’s clearly not what she says that makes your chest tighten—it’s the way she says it. low and drawn out, as though she’s clinging on to the sound of your voice and every syllable that spills from your lips. she’s desperate for you to fill the silence with anything. anything at all.

“well, you know, work and all that. it went fine but… i really missed you.” the words barely leave your lips before a sound filters through the receiver. a whimper, raw and unguarded, before everything on the other end of the line goes silent. it’s the kind of silence that hums in your ears. and then it clicks. suddenly it all makes sense.

“it’s okay,” you say, voice low and soothing, “let me hear you.” you can hear jinx’s mattress creak beneath her weight, her sheets rustling as she adjusts herself. your mind starts to wander, picturing her laying back all pretty with her fingers stuffed inside her aching cunt. or maybe she’s just giving her clit the right attention. you wonder what she’s wearing—if anything at all.

"mm, i'm sorry." jinx manages to say, a whine holding in her voice. she's always been a needy thing, always begging to be filled up, constantly desperate to get off—even if that means rocking her hips against anything she can get her hands on. your personal fave is when she's sliding her slick folds across your thigh with her face buried in the crook of your neck, mindlessly babbling about how good she feels and how much she loves you.

"tell me what you're doing." you demand, your voice unwavering.

"just... touchin' myself." you don’t say a word. you don’t have to. the silence alone is enough. jinx shifts, restless. she knows that wasn’t good enough. her breath catches in her throat, a couple soft moans escaping her. "just using my fingers. rubbing- ha, fuck.." you find it adorable how she's struggling, just wishing you were there to see her in person, to touch her, to make her cry from pleasure.

"so desperate. you couldn't wait until later?" jinx's wetness was not only coating her fingers but her inner thighs too, strings of whimpers and needy moans sending heat directly to your core. "i bet you're already thinking about it—having me all to yourself, cumming over my fingers or even in my mouth. god, you taste so sweet, you know that?"

another whine. higher this time, like she’s forcing it past her lips just to give you something. as though words are too much, too heavy, tangled somewhere in her throat. you could hear her pick up the pace and the obscene sounds that came from both her lips and her soaked pussy, a deep but shaky sigh escaping you before you could get the chance to stop it.

"nggff— want you so bad, please!" jinx cries out before a guttural moan echoes through the line. she's clenching over nothing now, practically squirming on her bed, desperately chasing her inevitable climax. "gonna, hah— baby, i’m—“

you dont even get the chance to encourage her to let go, a loud, strained whine rushing down the line and filling your ear. your name leaves her lips countless times, almost chanting it, choking out sweet moans that cause your heart to thump inside your chest. of course you tell her how well she’s doing, how much of a good girl she is, and how beautiful she sounds just for you.

you notice the sound of sheets rustling as jinx adjusts, slow and lethargic, as though she can barely lift herself. a whisper spills from her lips, but not because she’s trying to stay quiet, more like she doesnt have the strength for anything louder. “i love you so much.” its sudden but nothing unexpected, her voice shakily slipping through the receiver like she has her pretty lips pressed right against it.

there it is again, the creek of the mattress, jinx curling into herself with a deep exhale. a soft laugh follows, breathy, almost dazed, lightheaded from it all. you’re certain you can picture it—her flushed cheeks, unfocused pink eyes, the way she bites her lip like she's still lost in the moment. you tell her you love her back, a pleased hum reaching you from the other end of the line.

the silence that follows isn't empty; it's comfortable. both of you sink deeper into your pillows, letting the quiet settle, letting it hold you in a gentle embrace. but jinx isn't done listening. she's still tuned into you—your slow, steady breaths, the quiet rhythm of your existence. and without giving it a thought, she falls in sync, matching each inhale then exhale, like it's the only way to keep herself grounded. she doesn't say another word, doesn't need to. she just breathes with you, lets you guide her until the pull of sleep finally wins for you both.

[mosaickiwi]

Hey hey !!! Just wanted to say I really appreciate your writing, reading a fic of yours always brings me comfort :D

I was wondering if you’d be okay doing a body swap! AU between Angel and Ren/Redacted. You’re welcome to take whatever approach you deem fit, I’m curious as to what you come up with

thank you !!!

Thank you very much <33 Taking this as a warm up so I can remember wtf i'm doing!! So it's a HC list with a little blurb :3c most of my writing the past four months has been for my own projects/personal use lmao

Also happy day 5 yayyy yippee 🎉

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Body Swap!!

[REDACTED] in your body?? Thriving

Fascinated and loving it. Since they've been studying you for years he knows all the little physical quirks you have, but now he gets to experience them himself and it's weirdly exciting.

Additionally, NO ONE would realize anything was wrong. Acting like you would be even easier than getting into character for Haruko. Except he might not be able to help himself and do a little friendship sabotaging.

He's being extremely weird in private if you give him permission lmao

A little unsure of physical affection at first because of the self loathing. Of course he still wants it, but being on the other side of things has his thoughts all "that's how my scars feel to you? my hands are really this cold?" Notes for himself to keep plenty of hand warmers in his pockets.

Puts the collar of their shirt over his mouth like he's cold… but it's really just a quick excuse to sniff your clothes outright in public I'm so sorry.

You in his body?? Suffering

You bump your head on door frames, constantly hit your hip on counters, trip in your platform shoes if you're not used to them.

You're tired all the time??? You knew they hardly slept but it was THIS bad? The constant coffee and energy drinks are the only reason you don't fall asleep in the middle of conversations.

Piercings feel weird too if your angel doesn't have them. Constantly touching your tongue to the roof of your mouth, fiddling with your ears, etc. 

Unaware of your new strength. Picking up furniture is surprisingly easy. You probably broke a door lock when turning the key with a little too much force. 

Your friends are dismissive and standoffish with you. Can you blame them? At best he ignores them, and at worst you have to be physically between them (but closer to [REDACTED]) to keep both parties happy.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

"Watch your head," you heard from in front of you. 

You carefully ducked into the doorway to your apartment. It was hard to get used to your new height — and almost as hard to get used to hearing someone else use your voice.

The same couldn't be said of your partner. Not even thirty minutes had passed since the unfortunate incident, but [REDACTED] already seemed at home in your body. As if it was natural to him. 

While you panicked about suddenly swapping bodies in the middle of a hangout with your friends, he calmly made a plan. All you could do was follow along.

You'd observed them, dumbfounded as they perfectly mimicked your personality and mannerisms. He'd excused you both from the carnival early, and gotten you home without a hint of suspicion from anyone. It was unexpected and illogical, but his obsession with you clearly paid off.

No one seemed to notice — or care, since they weren't friends with him — that the pissed off emo their friend dragged around looked crazier than usual as you both left.

The door shut as you stumbled into the living room like a newborn fawn, your now shorter partner hovering at your side. How did he manage to wear three-inch platform boots while this tall? You tripped your way over to the couch with a sigh.

"I'm calling in sick tomorrow," you groaned into the armrest. The couch felt even more uncomfortable in his body. Inviting him over just to let him sleep on the couch one too many times probably warranted an apology. 

"We should be back t'normal in a few hours."

"Is that what WebDR said?" There was no response, but you threw out another question. "I guess we could kill time and watch a movie, what do you think?"

Again, he didn't answer. You heard the faintest sound of your phone vibrating and searched every inch of your outfit. When you found his phone instead, you sat up to look for him. 

The temporary owner of your body was standing just beside the couch, your phone still ringing in their hand, but his thumb hovering dangerously close to the screen. There was an annoyed frown on his face… your face? 

"Leon's calling," he finally said.

"Oh my god." You jumped up to snatch the phone away and hurriedly declined the call. 

Your partner's frown quickly turned to amusement at the situation. "Y'don't trust me t'play nice with him?"

"When you're using my voice? Fuck no." You texted an apology to Leon for leaving early, lied about your throat hurting so he wouldn't call back, then hid the device in one of your many pockets. "Oh wow." 

"What's wrong?"

"... Nothing, I guess."

Staring down at your own face this closely was… off. You reached forward and grabbed their chin, turning it every which way as if something about it would change. 

"You really get to look at me from all the worst angles when you're this tall, huh?" you hummed to yourself. 

"And y'look perfect at every single one, love."

God, he was awful. "Ignoring you."

[shikaizer]

one look and your mine, keep your eyes on me now.

WBB PLAYERS PINNING YOU ଓ

PAIGE BUECKERS

you scoffed rolling your eyes. "im not fucking talking to you, go back to your team or something." you spat and paige was furious.

you and paige are currently out of the game because she just did a flagrant foul, you on the other hand crashed out and shouted all cuss words in dictionary.

"you did that on purpose, admit it." her tone was rough as she leaned closer to you intimidating you but your not convinced.

"what are you 6? fuck yourself." she heard enough, she roughly pushed you against the locker door, her moves are too fast you didn't have time to react.

"what the fuck dude!" you shouted trying to push her back but she was too strong, she kept her gaze at you and clenched her jaw.

"admit it or i'll make you." she said firm and seriousness in her tone. "you think your funny huh!?" you shouted annoyed at her, you kept your gaze at her and her eyes kept dropping to catch a glimpse of your lips. after what felt like hours of you both staring at each other, paige gave your lips one last look and cursed under her breath before stomping away.

CAITLIN CLARK

"cait stop" you giggled when she tickled your waist again, you and the team are currently on live, you and caitlin are clearly seen at the back sat down on the couch while kate was on the floor busy talking to the fans.

you bursted out laughing when she tickled you again this time harder, when you about to lift your hand to tickle her back, she was already quick to pin you down the couch, you felt the soft matress on your back as your pressed down, she hand one hand on both your wrist, her arms flexing.

the both of you stopped to stare at each other, your stomach did a weird knot at how caitlins gaze was so focused on you.

kateluv_ : are they fucking behind you 😭

civieu : why they be flirting too much

yavain : fuckk caitlins bicep i wanna eat it

JUJU WATKINS

"congrats!" you cooed and kissed juju's cheeks. the match was fire and juju was the MVP in her team scoring over 30 points.

"cant do it without you babe." juju confessed, maybe because she kept looking over at you and everytime she did, she scored. "your my lucky charm y'know?" juju looked over at you and smiled softly.

"i should watch your match more often now." you sneered and she smirked rolling her eyes. "you never watch my games" juju complained and you pouted. walking to your car, juju grabbed your hand and led you to the backseat, she gently pushed you down and she followed, getting on top of you before closing the door.

"ju?" you called out and she hushed you down, she leaned down both hands on either side of your head. "look at you pretty girl, you doing this on purpose?" juju scanned you down and licked her bottom lip. "when i saw you, i knew i had to finish the game up quick." she clicked her tounge cocking her head and you giggled.

JANA EL ALFY

"hey." jana called voice firm, you two just had a argument, waves of hurtful words hitting straight from the both of you.

stressing out, you walked away but jana was too fixed on understanding you, but she cant help but become too rough, voice raising too occupied by her emotions.

she had caught your hand making you face her but you kept your face hidden, realizing she gone too far, she calmed down.

"hey come on, im sorry okay? talk to me." jana whispered in hopes of minimizing her voice, her eyes slightly widen when she heard a muffled soft coming out of you.

she completely forced you to face her, but she was gentle with it, she gently pushed you against the door caressing both sides of your cheeks.

"was i too much my love..? im sorry.." jana muttured staring at your orbs, you looked up at her and calmed down, she leaned down to kiss your forehead trailing them down to your jaw whispering sweets nothings to you.

"you know i love you right?"

AUBREY GRIFFIN

aubrey kissed you deeply and passionately, she currently on top of you hands clasped, as your under her pinned down.

she pulled away and gripped harder on your hand scanning your. "so damn beautiful as always." she muttured and kissed you again, her kisses trailing down to your neck.

It was your behind your 16th anniversary because aubrey was away during her games for 1 week, it was hard for the both of you, the constant missing and the physical affection lacking.

you didn't even get to celebrate your anniversary but your glad that she had convinced geno to let her come flight a little ealier.

"mm..loveyousomuch.." aubrey whispered while she kissed your skin.

[kxsagi]

waiitttt imagine going panty shopping w the bllk boys 🤭🤭 do you think they'd be shy ?? lolll

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭”

a/n: okay so i made this a little bit more of them like shopping in victoria’s secret for the first time since you’re their first and only gf (headcanon edition) + they pay for everything

i am literally OBSESSED with that store, at the mall, i can barely hold myself back from going in there and coming out with the cute pink striped shopping bag omg my bank account 💔

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, karasu tabito, itoshi sae

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 - “𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬”

walking into the store, he’s confident, cool, and calm, until he spots the rows of lacy lingerie and cutesy sets. his face immediately turns bright red, and it’s like someone hit the pause button on his entire personality.

for the rest of the trip, he awkwardly stares at the ceiling, suddenly fascinated by the decorative lights or the patterns in the floor tiles, anything to avoid looking at the lacy wonders around him. the moment you hold up something a little suggestive and ask, “what do you think, love?” he’s already looking anywhere but at you.

inside, he’s probably dying from the sheer embarrassment, but he keeps trying to act like this is completely normal, which only makes the whole thing more adorable. 

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒: “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬?!”

you know he’s out of his depth when he stares at the wall of bras like it’s a puzzle he’s been trying to solve for years.

“wait, there’s a difference between balconette, demi, and full coverage?!” he whispers to you, clearly panicking at the sheer variety of options. he’s desperately trying to keep up with all the terminology, but it’s all too much.

at this point, he’s holding one bra like he’s trying to figure out the meaning of life. you can’t help but laugh at how lost he looks, but you’re also secretly proud of him for wanting to learn, even if he’s completely confused.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 - “𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭”

he walks in and immediately takes control of the situation by grabbing every single piece you hand him. you’re planning on picking out a few things, but he’s already holding onto three bags before you’ve even made it past the first section.

when you tease him about it, he just shrugs it off with a smile like, "i’ve got it, angel. i’m your personal shopper today." you have to admit, it’s kind of adorable how he’s fully committed to the cause, even if he’s holding onto a bunch of pink totes and looking a little silly.

the best part? he insists on carrying everything for you, even if you don’t need the help. he’s happy to be there, even if it means looking like a fashion-forward mule with a ton of shopping bags hanging off his arms. 

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒: “𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝”

the best part? after checking out, he’s walking through the mall with a proud grin on his face, holding that pink victoria’s secret bag like it’s a badge of honor.

he’s lowkey hoping someone will ask what he bought just so he can proudly say, “i went shopping for lingerie with my girlfriend,” with a completely unapologetic smile.

at this point, he’s way too happy about the experience, walking a little taller, chest puffed out, and feeling like he’s just won boyfriend of the year. you can tell by the way he’s grinning that he’ll remember this trip as a highlight of your relationship.

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧 - “𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜”

the first few minutes are easy: he's walking around like a chill boyfriend, checking out some of the bras on the wall, pretending he’s seen it all before. but the minute you turn a corner and step into the section with more daring pieces, like the push-up bras or the sheer lace sets, his entire demeanor shifts.

he tries to act casual and aloof, his hands in his pockets, trying to act like he’s totally unfazed by all the… suggestive material surrounding him. but his eyes? his eyes are darting around like he's trying not to be caught sneaking a peek at the more revealing items.

he even tries to start up a casual conversation with you about something completely unrelated, like “did you hear of that new horror movie that just released?” just to avoid the possibility of you catching him staring a little too long at a satin thong. 

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚 - “𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞”

once he realizes how much fun he’s actually having, he falls into consultant mode. you're holding up a few items, and suddenly, he’s transformed into the perfect mix of fashion expert and personal cheerleader.

“hmm, the lace on this one is nice, but i think this other one is more you,” he says, pointing to another set with a thoughtful look. “you should definitely try this one on.”

he’s genuinely focused, comparing different cuts, colors, and fabrics like he’s running an intimate fashion show in his head. you can't help but laugh because you weren’t expecting him to take this so seriously. but he loves seeing you happy, and if giving his fashion opinion means you walk out with a set you adore, then he’s in it to win it.

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 - “𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧”

at some point, he starts to enjoy himself. you might be the one shopping for lingerie, but now he’s fully invested in your shopping experience.

suddenly, he’s holding up all sorts of things with exaggerated flair, like an over-the-top stylist. “you should totally get this satin robe. imagine how gorgeous you’d look in it,” he says with a playful grin, picturing you in it already.

he's not even pretending to be disinterested anymore, he's genuinely enjoying picking out things with you, helping you mix and match, and giving you encouraging compliments as you try on outfits.

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 - “𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞”

after a few minutes of nervousness, he gets comfortable in the store and flips into playful mode. you’re picking out a few things, and he spots a push-up bra on a nearby shelf. with a mischievous smirk, he picks it up, walks over to you, and holds it up to your chest with a teasing grin.

“you don’t even need these, schatz,” he says, grinning like a little devil, and before you can even respond, he’s mockingly cupping your chest as if to make a point.

you swat him away in embarrassment, but he just laughs at how flustered you’re getting. you can’t help but smile too, because underneath all his teasing, there’s that glint in his eyes that shows just how much he loves making you laugh.

𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨 - “𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦”

just when you think things are going smoothly, a sales associate approaches to offer help. your boyfriend, now standing a bit too close to the lacy underwear section, freezes like a deer caught in headlights.

the associate turns to him with a smile and asks, “can i help you find anything, sir?” and without missing a beat, he awkwardly stutters, “oh, uh, no, i’m just… here,” his voice trailing off.

he then tries to backpedal without looking too suspicious, but ends up bumping into a table of thongs, knocking over a display in a clumsy panic, which only makes him blush harder. it’s as if the universe is conspiring against him. 

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐞 - “𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭”

you’re looking through a few brilliantly colored lace sets when he casually picks up a random pair of lacy panties. he looks at them for a moment, clearly thinking, “maybe this would look nice on her.” but then, he suddenly realizes he’s holding them up like a creep.

his eyes widen in absolute horror, and he practically flings them back onto the table, face bright red. he looks around quickly to see if anyone saw his embarrassing slip-up, only to find you watching with a small smirk.

“did you just...?” you tease, and he looks so mortified that it’s almost too cute. but hey, it’s still adorable how flustered he gets, even though he’s just trying to be sweet. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[standamianwayne]

yandere!batfam/damian’s twin!reader

cw: one (1) cuss word, underage drinking ig? (reader and dami have like two sips of beer lol), i can’t write a fight/sparring scene to save my life oops

The silence in the gym was almost eerie.

Sure, there were the sounds of soft panting and muttered curses, hand and feet meeting skin and bone, and the occasional thump when one gets knocked to the ground. Those were normal when it came to you and Damian and sparring. What wasn’t normal was the lack of another presence.

The two of you were hardly ever alone nowadays, with how big your family is. Sometimes it’s nice, seeing as how it was just the two of you for a while. But, though you’d never tell each other, you did miss your twin.

Damian missed you too, but he certainly didn’t miss the way you went easy on him. You deny it, of course, but the two of you were evenly matched in every way when it came to combat. If you tried as much as he did, you would tie at the very least, but even when you were younger you’d let him win. If he gave 100% (which he always did, thank you), you would give 99%, it was just a fact.

The fight ends like every other one does, with Damian knocking you to the floor and pinning you there. There’s a sense of pride when he defeats an opponent, an inflation of his ego. He doesn’t feel that.

The two of you don’t talk much, trying to catch your breath and cool down. A bead of sweat rolls down your side when Damian breaks the silence between you — something he hasn’t done since… you’re not sure when.

“You should try harder.” He says. His eyes are pointed at the ground, but his face is fixed into a glare. There’s a hint of a sneer on his lips, trying to bite back a snarky comment.

“…I’m trying as hard as I can,” you reply, a huff leaving your lips. It’s a mix of frustration and a bit of guilt. Is it a crime that you want your little (less than an hour, but still!) brother to win? At the same time, you can tell what he’s thinking: that you go easy on him. Which, truth be told… okay yeah maybe he has a point.

You don’t see him as inferior, you don’t think that you have to lower yourself for his benefit. For others, it’s impossible to see past his steely green gaze, to truly get ahold of his thoughts. For you, it’s obvious: he thinks the opposite— you see him as a kid still.

“Obviously not,” Damian snaps his head up to glare at you. For a moment, you can almost see the demon that everyone else does, though that thought quickly washes away. “Stop going easy on me. I’m not weak, in case you needed reminding.” He spits out the word like it’s bile. To him, it may as well be.

“I did not,” You furrow your eyebrows in return. Not quite a glare, more so a stern look. “I don’t think that of you, you know that.”

“Oh, do I? You surely don’t act like it.” He rises from his sitting position, now standing over you. You don’t bother looking up, instead letting your eyebrows raise as your expression stays flat. “You hold yourself back,” it’s almost a scoff that leaves his mouth, “you always have. I can take a hit— I don’t need you to treat me like I’m still some brat!”

“Don’t you like winning?” You ask, leaning back on your sore palms, relaxed as ever. “I’m already putting in effort to fight you, I don’t get why you can’t just take the victory.”

“Because it’s not an even match!” You aren’t sure if you’ve ever seen your brother this mad frustrated before. “And clearly whatever ‘effort,’” he uses air quotes, also something you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him do, “you’re putting in isn’t enough.”

You can help but roll your eyes, glancing away from him. “Fine, whatever,” you concede, figuring the fight isn’t worth it. “Next time we spar, I’ll kick your ass.”

It’s weird, if anyone else had said that to Damian, he’d probably scratch their eyes out. With you, he lets his lips curl into a snarky grin. “You better,” he nods. You nod back.

With that settled, you return to your routines. ‘Next time’ rolling in your brains.

Of all the amenities Wayne Manor has to offer, you’ve become quite fond of the outdoor pool. Not only is it great for exercising in general, but you have a habit of coming out here late at night. Like now, for example.

You aren’t a drinker, not really. Occasionally, Bruce will let you have a glass of wine or something at dinner. It’s not like you necessarily enjoy alcohol, but when you saw a pack of beer in the fridge — well, who are you to pass up an opportunity?

So, you sat on the edge of the pool, the bottom half of your legs submerged in the water with a beer bottle in hand. It was a bit chilly out, but it was a rare night off for you — hard to complain, really.

You don’t bother to look when you hear footsteps approaching from behind. Why bother, you already know to whom they belong.

Damian plops down next to you. A bit ungracefully, might you add, considering his whole ‘poise and proper’ demeanor he tends to portray. Wordlessly, you grab the unopened bottle and hand it over to him. Wordlessly, he pops it open and takes a sip.

“Ugh,” he sneers, pulling the bottle away from his lips, “this tastes awful. Who even buys this stuff?”

You shrug, because you don’t really know either. Probably Dick, you guess, but it doesn’t really matter. “It’s beer, nobody buys it for the taste,” you point out.

“Fair…” A light silence stretches for a few moments, only broken by the water rippling around your legs. The lights from the pool are still on, you told Alfred you’d be the one to turn them off, illuminating you both in blue.

“Do you think,” you start hesitantly, “that we, like, made a mistake by staying here? That we’re too… different?” You look up from your lap to glance to your brother. Even you aren’t too sure why you said that. It’s not like you’ve been made to feel unwelcome (well, not by your family, anyway).

It’s another moment of silence, something that seems to be all too common between you two nowadays, before Damian responds. “No,” he says simply with a small shake of his head, “I don’t feel that way at all.”

“Hm,” you hum appraisingly. You aren’t too sure what to say next, so you tuck your lips between your teeth, only undoing so to take a sip of your drink. “Just me, then.”

heyyy…. hey… how yall doing 😅😅😅😅 uh so… been two months! sorry for not uploading yall. lot has happened, got busy, and i’ve been on and off sick these past two months. but! hopefully i’m back?? eh who knows.

thank you guys for supporting me again! i say this every time i upload but oh well lol. love you guys 😛😛

[angstywaifu]

No Strings Attached Part 2 - Garrick Tavis.

For all the comments begging me for a part 2, and a birthday request for some Garrick angst/smut. Enjoy.

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. Smut. Unprotected Sex. Pet Names. Semi Public Sex. Mentions of injuries and nearly dying. Very minor onyx storm spoiler (signet related).

Masterlist | Links | Tumblr Community

“Come on sweetheart. You can’t die on me.”

I cry out in pain as I’m jostled around. Each movement causing unbelievable pain. The last thing I remember… fuck what was it? All I can focus on is the blinding pain. How it consumes me. How it’s all I can focus on right now.

”Move! Now!” That voice commands, the jostling movement increasing and becoming more erratic.

I faintly make out gasps and whispers, but they move past me too quickly to focus on them. I force my eyes open to see the familiar stone of Basgiath rushing past me before I quickly shut my eyes again as we turn a corner, causing me to scream in pain again.

”I got you sweetheart. Almost there. Just hold on a little longer.”

Their voice is getting more frantic every time they speak. And I can’t blame them. I feel like my life is literally draining away. Can feel the darkness pulling at the edges of my mind, as if calling me to give in and join them. And it’s so tempting. It feels so calm. So relaxing. And I know if I follow, all my pain will go away. Slowly the darkness creeps in further and further, the pain slowly subsiding. My body finally relaxing. Barely registering the frantic movements of the person carrying me as they break into a run. Their voice so distant and faint compared to what it was. Just before the darkness fully pulls me in, I look up into a familiar pair of panicked hazel eyes.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel like I’ve been lying in the same position for a very long time. My body stiff and sore from not moving. Bright light burns my eyes as I try to open them, groaning as my body protests at the movement.

”Take it easy.” A soft caring voice tells me, feet shuffling over to me.

I use my arm to block some of the sun that’s coming from the window to see a healer cadet rushing over to me. She smiles softly at me as she looks over me, clearly checking to see how my vitals are.

”How long was I out?” I ask her, my voice hoarse and scratchy from not being used.

She turns, grabbing a glass of water that she holds out to me to take. I smile at her and eagerly take the water from her, draining the glass in seconds.

”A few days. You had some very serious wounds and mender Nolan had to do a few sessions to get you all healed up. If you’re boyfriend hadn’t gotten you here so quickly, I don’t think you would have made it.” She tells me, her lips pressing into a tight line.

I furrow my brow. Did she say boyfriend? Who the hell was she talking about? She must sense my confusion, and motions with her towards something on my other side. I turn my head to see a large figure slumped into the small chair, legs sprawled out with their arms and head hanging off the chair. Riders wear black all the time, not much variation in our wardrobe. But there is no denying that Garrick is wearing the same clothes from the other day, my eyes stopping on blood that still stains his hands slightly.

”He’s not my boyfriend.” I tell her, turning my head away from him and holding the glass out to her.

She looks surprised as she takes the glass from me. “You might want to tell him that. He’s refused to leave your side since he brought you in. Wont even go to any of his classes. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

I go to object but she’s already turned and walked away, leaving me alone to ponder her words. Love…. the last thing I would use to describe what ever Garrick and I did have. And what we did have was long gone.

”Clearly it isn’t with how he rushed you here as if his own life depended on it.” My dragon drawls in my head.

”I’m alright, thanks for asking.” I snap at him.

”If you weren’t alright, I would know. You are fine despite probably needing a few more days to recover.” He tells me, practically feeling the eye roll through our bond.

Movement next to me diverts my attention away from my dragon as Garrick stirs in the small seat he’s in. He groans as he stretches, pushing himself up in the seat as he wakes. Completely oblivious to me being awake, I watch as he runs his hands through his curly hair and over his face, letting out a long sigh. Finally raises his head, looking over to my bed, eyes going wide as he sees me staring back at him. He stands up, starting to rush over to me but stops after a few steps, clearly thinking better of it.

”How long have you been awake?” He asks me, his hazel eyes taking me in, observing my for any hint of pain or discomfort.

”Just a few minutes.” I tell him, unable to look away from him.

He nods his head. “And do you feel ok?”

I open my mouth to respond, but as footsteps approach the bed Garrick tears his gaze from mine and goes back to sitting on his chair. I turn to see Nolan at the end of the bed smiling at me.

”Seems you’ve made a full recovery Cadet Y/L/N. Not in any pain or discomfort?” He asks me.

I shake my head. “Just feel a bit stiff from not moving for a few days.”

”Good. Well I know you’ve just woken up, but if you’re not in any pain I am happy to let you go back to the Quadrant provided you come here for a daily check up for a few days and keep off your dragon and the sparring mats for a few days as well.” He informs me.

I breath a sigh of relief. I’d been worried I’d have to stay for a few days, so the idea of being able to go back to my own room and my own bed was music to my ears. And it meant getting me away from Garrick and whatever the hell was going on between us.

”That I can do.” I say with a smile.

”Excellent. Well once you are ready Cadet Tavis here can escort you back to your room.” He says happily as my heart sinks.

”Oh I don’t need that I can-”

”Nonsense. I’d prefer if you had someone to get you back to your room and keep an eye on you. And Tavis here seems to already have the under control from what I’ve seen the last few days. I’ll see you tomorrow Cadet.”

Nolan turns, leaving Garrick and I alone again. Despite how disgusting it feels, I’m glad they’d kept me in my uniform, saving me the hassle of trying to get one before heading back to the Rider’s Quadrant. I push off the bed, doing my best not to wince as my body protests at the movement and try to storm past Garrick. The key words being try. With being mended and lying in a bed for a few days, my storming past Garrick is more of a speedy hobble. Fucking great.

”Take it easy.” He tells me, placing a hand on my lower back that I quickly step away from, not missing how Garrick sighs in disappointment.

”I’m fine. And I don’t need your help.” I snap at him as I hobble into the corridor.

”Fine? You nearly died.” He growls at me as he falls into step next to me.

”Yes but I’m not dead last time I checked, because you’re here. And I doubt Malek would curse me with you being in my afterlife.” I grumble at him.

He sighs before stepping in front of me, causing me to stumble to a stop as he puts his hands on my shoulders to steady me. “You don’t mean that.”

As much as I want to admit I don’t, I can’t. I was still hurt from our last interaction almost two months ago. It had sucked not talking to him. Pushing myself away from my usual friend group. But I couldn’t be around him. I had to put up this wall to try and be ok. To try deal with the feelings that had decided to rise up since that night. Feelings I had tried to squash down.

”Pretty sure I do.” I snap at him more angrily than I had meant to before shrugging his hands off my shoulders and walking past him. Thank the gods my body wasn’t protesting to movement now and I could walk better.

I nearly get to the end of the corridor that joins this side of the college to the riders portion before Garrick’s voice reaches me.

”I love you.”

I stop, completely frozen as his words registering in my brain. I turn on my heel, looking at him wide eyed. Did he say he loved me? No. I had to have heard wrong. There’s no way that man just said he loved me.

If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

Love. That’s what the healer had said when she’d spoken about Garrick in regards to me. How she’d described his actions while I’d been asleep. And now here he was saying he did love me. But… Garrick didn’t do love. Didn’t do relationships. That wasn’t him. That’s why we’d had the casual arrangement. Fuck I should be happy to hear the words leave his lips. Knowing that my own feelings were pretty fucking close to love as well.

I shake my head at him. “Don’t. Don’t pull that on me now. Not after that night.” I call out to him, watching as he starts to slowly walk over to me.

”I should have said it that night. Told you how I felt. How I was falling for you even though we said feelings were off the table. I should have reacted differently to what you said to me. But I was an idiot, and let the rules we’d set out at the start get in the way. I should have manned up and told you.” He confesses as he gets closer and closer to me. “I saw how hurt you were that night. So don’t deny you don’t feel the same.”

He stops a few feet away from me, waiting for my answer. But it’s like the words are stuck in my throat. My brain not sure what to say. Yes I had feelings for him. But he’d also hurt me. And I’d spent the last few months squashing the feelings I had because I was so sure he didn’t feel the same way. I was torn. And with almost dying… My brain was a mess. I’d honestly thought what I’d done had gotten me killed. Didn’t think I’d make it as I’d put myself in front of a blow meant to kill him.

I take a step back, lowering my head as I shake it slowly. “I can’t do this right now.”

And without a second thought I turn and run. My body protesting again at the sudden movement and change in speed. But as I push my legs harder and harder, I don’t hear him follow. And I don’t dare look back to look at him.

“You need to talk to him.” Sawyer tells me as we circle each other on the mat, both of our swords grasped tightly in our hands.

Sawyer had been one of the friends I’d made since distancing myself from Garrick after graduation night. I’d honestly thought Sawyer would have avoided me like the plague after Garrick’s show of dominance, but he’d been more than willing to be my friend.

”I don’t need to do anything.” I growl out as he lunges at me, blocking his sword with me.

He raises an eyebrow at me before pushing me away. “You have spent that last two months hiding your feelings, and then you essentially sacrifice yourself for him and he confesses he loves you and you tell him you cant do this and run off. You like him, just go tell him.”

”It’s not that simple.” I tell him as I lunge forward, unleashing a series of strikes he rushes to block as he stumbles backwards.

He rushes me as soon as I stop my advance, knocking me to the ground with ease as he holds the tip of his sword against my throat. “I think it is. All you have to d-”

Sawyer goes flying back as Garrick rushes forward, pushing him away from me. It’s not hard to see Garrick is angry. His whole body radiating anger as he clenches his fists and puts himself between Sawyer and I.

”What the hell do you think you’re doing? She nearly died last week, and you’re fighting against her like she’s perfectly fit and healthy.” Garrick snaps loudly at him.

I rush to my feet, leaving my sword on the ground as I rush between the two, putting a hand on both their chests to keep them apart. I know Sawyer won’t do anything, but I couldn’t promise Garrick wouldn’t. And with my hand now on Garrick’s chest, I can feel how heavy he’s breathing. How fast his heart is beating. Feel him shaking with anger.

”Stop it. I got cleared for flying and combat yesterday. I’m fine.” I tell him sternly.

”You need to be careful. You nearly di-”

”I am aware! I was there. I was the one that threw myself in front of that hit so you didn’t get hurt. I am aware. But I am fine. So stop babying me and let me train.” I blurt out, cutting him off before I can register what I’ve said.

Garrick’s head immediately snaps to look down at me. Eyes wide with horror. Shit.

”You did what?” His voice barely above a whisper, but I hear it clear as day.

I gulp as I look up at him, feeling Sawyer back away from us. He was the only one I’d told about how I’d nearly died. How I’d actually nearly died protecting Garrick. He knew this moment was for just the two of us.

”I did it to protect you. They were coming from behind, and I knew you wouldn’t have time to react so I took the hit.” I admit as I turn to fully face him.

He reels back at my words, confusion written all over his face as he works everything out in his head. “Why? You hated-”

”No. I might have said some things that made you think I hated you. But my feelings couldn’t have been further from that.” I tell him as I cut him off. “Because I love you to.”

Instantly Garrick’s face shifts. Gone was the worry, confusion and lingering anger towards Sawyer. Replaced my the usual cocky grin he’d get when something worked out for him or he was scheming something.

”Oh so you decided you can deal with it now sweetheart?” He drawls as he leans in and raises an eyebrow at him.

”I confess I have the same feelings and you’re going to throw that back in my face?” I nearly yell at him, rage rising to the surface.

Of all the things he had to focus on, he picked that! That man was playing with fire and he damn well knew it. One more word from his mouth and I was goin-

”Everyone out!” Garrick calls out, his loud voice carrying around the room with ease.

Everyone stops sparing, looking over at Garrick and I with confused looks while Bodhi and Sawyer are the only two to move and grab their packs, both of them snickering.

”You all deaf all of a sudden? I said, everyone out. Now!” Garrick calls out again, this time getting his point across.

Around the room the other cadets scramble for their packs before rushing from the room. No one wanted to mess with Garrick. He was the biggest and strongest cadet here. None of them stood a chance if they tried to stand up to him and they knew it. Finally the last cadets leave, the door slamming shut behind them as Garrick waves his hand, using his signet to shut the door before the familiar sound of the locking clicking into place echoes around the room in the silence now left behind.

”What the hell was th-”

Garrick cuts me off as he rushes towards me, his lips claiming mine in a desperate and needy kiss like never before. Sure we’d had times during our casual arrangement where we’d been craving each other, but this was different. There was an almost primal and claiming undertone to the kiss. Like Garrick was claiming me as his. And I would happily let him claim me. I yelp as he picks me up, backing us up till I’m sitting on a stack of spare sparring mats in the corner of the room. Garrick breaks the kiss to grab the bottom of his shirt, and I rush to do the same before discarding mine to the floor with his along with out pants. I can tell Garrick is desperate when he pulls me off the mats, spinning me around and bending me over on them. Garrick never rushed sex. Always took his time to see me come undone on his mouth or fingers first. To watch me become a blubbering and begging mess just for him. But I could tell my words had unlocked some unhinged part of him that told him to take me as quickly as he could. I gasp as his tip prods against my entrance before he teases it along me, shuddering as it nudges my clit. Despite the urgency and rushed moment, I can tell I’m soaking wet for him with how easily he glides back and forth, before thrusting into me.

”Fuck!” I cry out as he thrusts all the way into me, his tip hitting that perfect spot inside me as my walls tighten around him.

”Gods, sweetheart.” He moans out, catching a glimpse of him throwing his head back as I turn my head to lay on the mat so I can look over my shoulder. “Taking me so well.”

His hands grip my hips tightly, as he thrusts in and out, not wasting any time as he sets a brutal pace. I’m surprised how quickly the familiar inside me starts to build. Already feeling myself tightening around him way earlier than I normally would. And as Garrick groans and moans behind me, I know he can tell. Especially when he starts to slam into me more aggressively. I push up off the mat, instantly regretting and loving the decision when it feels like he’s hitting a spot deeper inside of me. My arms nearly buckle underneath me, but Garrick’s arms rush out and pull my back flush against his chest as he presses soft kisses on my shoulder.

”I got you sweetheart.” He murmurs against my neck.

I nod in response, not able to form words as he continues to plow into me. Fuck, I wasn’t lasting much longer. I could feel myself teetering on the edge. Waiting to tip over at any second. And as Garrick leans back, bending his knees so I’m practically sitting in his lap as he thrusts up into me In do. I cry out, screaming his name as I tip of the edge. My body shaking and spasming around him as he milks my orgasm from me before his hips falter and still against mine.

”You alive sweetheart?” He asks after a few seconds, his grip on me loosening.

I chuckle and nod my head. “Somewhat.”

”Good. Because I ain’t done with you yet.” He tells me as he pushes me off him and grabs out clothes.

He chuckles as I rip my clothes from his hands and rush to get them on, dragging him from the room before he can get his shirt on.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a beautiful little lie. [chapter 2] l Harry Castillo

Summary:  you are the personal assistant of Harry Castillo, a wealthy entrepreneur who asks you to go with him to his friend's wedding. there you meet your ex-boyfriend and things get out of hand

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, friends to lovers (maybe?), some wine, almost kiss, mentioning ex-boyfriend, Reader feels insecure

A/N: I'm giving you this chapter. Be gentle with me, please. I don't have much to say, except that I'd like to thank every single person who left a sign under the first chapter. I was afraid to write this, but with you it's somehow easier. Thank you,

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

[my masterlist] [Harry Castillo masterlist] [a beautiful little lie- series masterlist]

"Harry asked about you." Susan leaned out from behind the monitor and looked at you over her glasses. "You're fifteen minutes late."

"I know!" you groaned, throwing your bag on the desk. "The whole street was jammed. I was texting him."

"I know, he told me. But he asked anyway." she smiled, reaching for the cup of coffee you brought her. "Thank you, honey. You know, that guy would die without you. Me too."

“He'll be fine. He's Harry Castillo, he'll always be fine.” You replied, trying to calm your breathing and smoothing your skirt with your hand. “How do I look?”

“Like you ran three blocks to get here.”

“I did!” you laughed, glancing toward the glass doors leading to Harry’s office. “Okay, wish us luck.”

You entered Mr. Castillo's large office and immediately noticed him talking on the phone, leaning against one of the windows. He nodded to you in greeting without interrupting the conversation, then pointed to the folder lying on his desk. You quickly put it in your bag.

“I could send a car for you,” he said, pocketing his phone, frowning. “Did you run here?”

“A lot of people run in the morning. Are we ready? Mr. McCullen should be in his office in an hour.”

Harry took his jacket off the chair and put it on. You quickly walked over to him and straightened his tie. "I'm ready now."

The offer had landed on Castillo's desk out of the blue, but it was so good it piqued his interest. Mr. McCullen's company was about to be sold, and Harry was considering buying it. You didn't have much time to prepare, since your sources told you there were a lot of companies interested. 

However, everything was going to go your way that day. You had arrived at the company building early, so you quickly mumbled, "I have to go to the bathroom," and disappeared down one of the hallways leading from the conference room.

You were already washing your hands when you heard a quiet sob in one of the toilets. You anxiously wiped your hands on a paper towel and cleared your throat. "Excuse me? Is everything okay?"

The sobbing came from the last stall, where you noticed a pair of shapely legs in red heels. "Ummm... Do you need anything? A tampon or a tissue?"

The stall door opened and a young girl with swollen eyes stepped out. She sniffled and blew her nose into the toilet paper she was holding. “You can’t help me…” she said in a hoarse voice. “Until you find me a new job.”

"Oh! You know... You shouldn't worry so much about work, it's just..." you started, but the girl rolled her eyes. You clearly didn't understand her at all.

“I should care, because I’m about to lose my job!” she groaned. “I’m only working for this company until the boss closes this stupid deal, and then he’s moving to Los Angeles. That idiot got himself into so much debt…” she shook her head. A cold chill ran down your arms.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. "Not Mr. McCullen, right?"

She leaned against the counter and wiped her red nose, then crossed her arms over her chest. “His company is a bottomless pit. He’s desperate to sell it, and the guy buying it is a fucking idiot. He doesn’t even know what he’s signing up for.”

It was your second run of the day, your footsteps echoing through the empty hallway as you made your way to the conference room, but then your heart stopped. Harry was already sitting inside with two other men.

Everyone was chatting happily, or so it seemed to you, because the men were sitting with their backs to you, and all you could see was your boss's face.

"You can't go in there now." the female voice rang out as you grabbed the door handle.

“I’m Mr. Castillo’s assistant,” you said firmly, but the woman sitting behind the desk just tilted her head, unimpressed, looking you up and down appraisingly.

"I don't care. I said you can't go in there."

You huffed angrily and reached into your bag. You clenched your hand around your phone and a moment later you were dialing Harry's number. He must have felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket because he looked up and saw you behind the glass wall. He shook his head slightly.

“Shit!” you hissed. You had to think of something. You pulled out your folder and grabbed the first sheet of paper, then pulled out a pen.

Harry's brown eyes widened when he saw the piece of paper in your hands that said "BULLSHIT! DEBTS!"

one year earlier

You glanced around the hallway and took a deep breath, clutching your briefcase like it was a lifeline. The pretty brunette sitting across from you smiled, but you were so nervous you could barely lift the corners of your mouth.

How were you supposed to compete with them? Each of the five women waiting with you outside the glass doors to Mr. Castillo's office was simply beautiful and certainly had excellent references. And you? Your inner critic certainly had her hands full.

An hour passed, a very long hour. You were alone now, and the woman sitting behind the monitor glanced at you from time to time.

"He won't eat you alive, sweetie." she finally said.

"Huh?" you looked up, looking at her with fear. "You think so?"

"I've been working for him for a few years now. Just be yourself, girl."

You looked down at your nervously twisted fingers. It wasn't good advice.

Finally the girl came out of the office and you were invited in. The office was spacious and brightly lit by the rays of the setting sun. Behind the solid desk you saw a man, he was already over forty years old, broad shoulders, a prominent nose and a charming smile. He looked up from the paper and you saw beautiful brown eyes.

Your name flowed from his lips. "Please take a seat, it won't take long."

You sat on the edge of the chair feeling like your soul had already left your body. Mr. Castillo was looking at what must have been your job application.

"You don't have much experience." he said, there was no disapproval in it, more curiosity. "Why did you decide to apply?"

You barely recognized your voice when you spoke. "Can I be honest?"

Mr. Castillo made a gesture with his hand as if he was encouraging you to do so.

"I need a job. I know I don't have much experience as an assistant, not as much as previous candidates, I'm sure, but it's either that or going back to customer service."

"Mhm." he mumbled, rubbing his chin with his finger.

“Mr. Castillo.” Brown eyes focused on you again. “You’re looking for an assistant. I spent over an hour outside your office and saw other candidates. They’re beautiful women with references, and I understand that I can’t compete with them, but… I’m hardworking, loyal, and a quick learner. If you give me a chance, I assure you that I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re not disappointed.”

“I like your energy,” Castillo murmured, leaning back in his leather chair.

“Yeah? It’s more like desperation.”

He chuckled, and you finally smiled back. You stared at each other for a few seconds until Castillo finally closed the folder in front of him and reached for his phone, signaling that the conversation was over.

"Thank you for giving me your time." he said politely. "We'll call you back."

You nodded, mumbling a quiet, “Thank you and goodbye,” before quickly leaving the office, your legs feeling like jelly. The walk to the elevator wasn’t memorable, nor was the entire ride down.

You knew you had fucked up this interview. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you wanted to wait until you were outside the building to cry. As you stood on the sidewalk, you took a deep breath and a sob tore itself from your throat. You felt pathetic, small, and weak. What were you even thinking, coming here, standing in front of this office? Fuck. You idiot.

The phone in your pocket vibrated and you rolled your eyes reaching for it, you couldn't even cry in peace anymore.

"Yes?" you said, not caring how you sounded.

“Hello, this is Harry Castillo. We spoke a few minutes ago.” A pleasant male voice spoke on the other end, and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Would you be interested in starting work on Monday?”

“Mrs. Diane Kruger-Waltz will be here next week. She would like to meet with you.”

Harry handed you a glass of wine and sat down on the couch next to you with a quiet sigh. “Okay, let me know when she’s available. We’ll work it out.”

You took a sip and set the glass down on the small coffee table, then quickly typed something on your computer. It was a pleasant, albeit rainy evening. After returning from Mr. McCullen's, Harry met with his accountants, who confirmed the information you had received in the ladies' room. 

You both breathed a sigh of relief, this deal would cost the company millions and you didn't even want to think about what the consequences would be.

To celebrate this small success, if you could call it that, Castillo made a call to one of the best restaurants and ordered a takeaway. They didn't do that, but they made an exception for their regular customer. And then both of you, avoiding the slowly intensifying rain, hid on the couch in his spacious living room.

"Done." You announced, closing your laptop and putting it aside. "You should get your suit from the cleaners tomorrow morning. The sponsors' party starts at six in the afternoon, so you should be able to make it."

"I'll pick you up twenty minutes early, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be ready."

You sighed quietly and rubbed your forehead with your hand. It had been a long and hectic day. No wonder Harry had changed into sweatpants in search of comfort in his own apartment. Your clothes suddenly seemed extremely uncomfortable to you.

"What's going on?" he asked, feeling and seeing you shift nervously.

"Nothing. It's just... I'm tired, you know, every seam in my clothes irritates me." You mumbled.

"I already told you to keep something more comfortable at my place." you rolled your eyes and Harry chuckled "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not keeping my clothes in the boss's apartment." you replied, taking a sip of cold wine "That's unprofessional."

"Now this," he pointed at himself and you sitting on his couch, "that's professional, right?"

"Oh, never mind." you snorted but couldn't hide your smile and after a moment Harry also chuckled.

He liked spending time with you. There was something about it that made him feel free, like he could take off his tie and just be himself. Yes, he was a mature man, he knew his worth, but with you, a lot of things just seemed easier. Like he didn't have to pretend to follow rules and regulations. He didn't have that with other employees, only with you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You already did." you replied, and seeing his face you lightly nudged him in the shoulder "Sure, ask."

"What was between you and Daniel? Of course, if you don't want to, you don't have to answer, but I was wondering... You seemed really upset after you met him."

You were silent for a moment and Harry thought that he might have crossed some line. Maybe the question was too intimate, too personal. But finally he heard your voice.

"We met through mutual friends. He started as a lawyer, quickly climbing the career ladder. I did my own thing, you know, but I wasn't as flashy as he was. We were together for two years, I think..." you closed your eyes, wrinkling your nose slightly as if you wanted to remember something, Harry was silent, watching you

"I was really in love. I supported him in everything he did, I practiced what he was supposed to say with him, ironed his shirts and stuff like that. I totally gave myself to him... At one of the parties he met Beth. I wasn't there because I had to be at work, the boss wouldn't let me off. Beth is different from me, better than me, you saw it yourself."

You smiled, looking at Harry, but the corners of his mouth barely twitched. He was staring at you attentively, listening carefully to every word. You lowered your gaze. 

"Daniel started dating her. He didn't even tell Beth he was in a relationship... I found out by accident. It was like a slap in the face. We started arguing and he blamed everything on me... I believed him. I believed every word he said. I was in a bad place at the time." 

You fell silent again for a moment, those memories must still be hurting you. A little hesitantly, but Harry reached out and squeezed your forearm in a supportive gesture. You smiled slightly.

"Huh! We broke up, of course. Daniel got together with Beth, officially. She was and still is a beautiful woman by his side, now carrying their child. It took me longer to get myself together and now I'm here. I'm drinking wine with my boss and telling him the pathetic story of my relationship."

You wanted to laugh, but just like that time at the wedding, the laughter died in your throat. Harry leaned slightly towards you, his voice calm and soothing.

"Daniel told you that you were a lot to handle?"

You nodded and quickly put your hand to your cheek, trying to wipe away a tear unnoticed.

"I'm sorry." Harry said quickly, placing a hand on your shoulder and caressing you "I didn't mean to..."

"No, it's okay!" you replied quickly, although your voice trembled "I'm telling it for the first time in so long, huh, I thought I was over it. But it hurt a little when I saw him, with her, so happy."

"Yeah, I understand that."

You finally looked at him, smiling even though your eyes were slightly red from the tears that had gathered in them. Your hand found his, squeezing it lightly.

"It's okay, really. Don't worry. I'm even glad you asked. I haven't talked about it with anyone. It's good to get it off my chest."

"I still feel guilty." Harry mumbled.

"Unnecessarily, really." You drank the wine to the end and put the glass on the table. "It's a bit embarrassing, sorry."

"You don't have to apologize for anything. To be fair, Daniel should apologize to you. He shouldn't have done that, he should have been honest with you from the beginning."

You waved your hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter anymore, Harry. I'm in a different place now. I have a cool job, my boss is okay too. I manage somehow."

You both laughed quietly until silence reigned again. And then Harry decided to say what had been on his mind for some time. Maybe it wasn't the right time, but when would there ever be one? He was still holding your hand, you were sitting so close, and he felt like he had to get it out.

"You're not a lot to handle." You looked up at him, surprised. "To tell you the truth, I think it was my lucky day when you showed up in my office for the first time. Remember?"

"This is embarrassing too, Harry. Let's not go back to this." You said, the corners of your mouth twitching even though your eyes were still scared. You waited to hear what he was getting at and you felt fear welling up inside you.

"It wasn't your fault. And you're not a lot to handle. Don't even believe it. You're worth so much more..."

You stared at him as if enchanted. Harry had such wonderful eyes, you noticed it from the first day, and since then you reminded yourself of it every now and then. And in that moment you saw almost everything in them - care, sincerity, sympathy.

"Don't say that, or I'll fall in love with you." You joked, but he didn't laugh.

"Would that be so bad?"

Something tightened your throat when you saw him leaning closer to you. He was too close, your lips inches apart, his scent filling your nostrils. "I have to go." You blurted out quickly and jumped up, freeing your hand from his.

"I..." Harry began uncertainly, but you had already grabbed your laptop and quickly shoved it into your bag "Listen, I didn't want to..."

"It's totally okay!" you said a little too quickly and too nervously, throwing your bag over your shoulder and slipping your shoes on "I really have to go now."

Harry wanted to say something else, but his head was completely empty. So he just watched as you gathered your things, threw a quick "See you!" and headed for the exit, closing the door quietly behind you.

Harry fell onto the sofa and rubbed his face with his hands, letting out a quiet groan.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

taglist: @nrschuster30 @maried01 @lunariantears @thatesqcrush @suzysface @youkeeno @legoemma @nuo0n @sarahhxx03 @hazzzy418 @pedrofan @peepawispunk @readingiskeepingmegoing @maryfanson @anoverwhelmingdin @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @axshadows @picketniffler @underneath-the-sky-again @kaysfanficcorner @noisynightmarepoetry @xmaykeca @orcasoul @sincerelywithheartt

[fak3boyfvcker]

First time intox play with a fakeboy, having used his chosen fake name and pronouns, playing along with his delusion until he’s comfortable enough around me to open up about his want to get so high that he can’t fight back and be used like a toy,

Talking through it for quite sometime, going over all that he wants done to him, what his boundaries are, listening intently and assuring him at every turn,

Finally getting him dabs and a nice big bottle of whiskey, feeding him shot after shot and hit after hit until he’s lucid enough to know whats happening but too intoxicated to do anything about it,

Undressing him completely and looking him up and down before telling him what a beautiful body he has, tracing my hands across his thighs and hips, telling him how soft and girly he is, that even after all this T he’s still shaped like a woman,

Watching the anger and hate on his face slowly shift to that of fear and realization that he’s now in a position he can’t get himself out of, and he has clearly misjudged me,

Running my hands further up his torso to his tits, the ones we both explicitly agreed not to touch let alone acknowledge, the ones I now find myself fondling and cooing over, telling him how big and soft and round they are, that I’m surprised with how long he’s been on T for that they’d still look like this, that maybe his body’s trying to tell him something,

The hate and anger giving way to panic and sadness as my hands continue to explore his feminine form, being reminded of the prison she’s trapped in, the one she’s now given a complete stranger free range of,

Take out my cock and put it next to his clit, laugh and tell him I was having a hard time keeping it together as he kept referring to that thing as a dick, showing her what a real man’s looks like, pressing it up against her clit and letting her feel me get hard before I slide the head of my cock into her cunt,

Telling her how soft and warm she is and how much better this is gonna feel unprotected, working my way deeper and deeper into her as I take one of her swollen breasts in my mouth, sucking and biting hard in her nipple as I rub little circles into her clit,

Feeling her breathe hitch and catch before finally feeling her tense and shake around me, sucking me further into her while simultaneously choking and forcing my cock out, grabbing hard onto her neck and pressing down firm, quickly turning her lights of and letting her body spasm free of itself,

using this unconscious hole to unload in, emptying my balls completely inside her, leaving myself in her for a moment as a catch my breathe before cleaning myself up and gathering my things, and leaving her front door wide open, her naked body within eye line of the entrance, for whoever else to discover to use

[lesfir]

Ascended Astarion reaction to “I'll do it. I'll become a mind flayer”.

One of the interesting moments in Astarion's Ascension arc – in scriptural and cinematic point of view - is when Tav informs Astarion that they is not afraid of becoming an illithid.

(for Astarion, illithids are “it”. Justified by lore they lose all personality when they become one, except in the rarest of cases, it's Illithid roulette where the chance is far from 50\50)

Astarion clearly expresses that he doesn't want this and partly in an ironic (sassy) way.

And then this happens:

NodeContext: Trying to be assertive, but faltering

He looks at Tav straight in the eye, but then he thinks for a second, “if not… If it's unavoidable”. puppystaron

A whole body language here is just as brilliantly done.

There are many gestures in this scene before these two phrases, he suggests using the hammer with a pointing gesture “look, we have this other option.” But I'll focus my attention on these two. In the beginning Astarion “indicates”, he wants to show authority and say “no” clearly, then he “crosses out” in the air with his index finger such a suggestion, clenching the fist of his other hand. He's also outraged - he waves his arms around - no, no this all won't happen. That's his emotion. Then he realizes that it is simply impossible to say “no” to this, it is necessary to solve this problem, Astarion opens his palms as if to say “wait”, “then we will think”. Here, too, he wanted to be confident, assertive. And this is his faltering moment, his left hand clenches a couple times for seconds. Realizing that he's confused he wants to pull himself together, clenching both fists again already from his desire to be firmer, confident.

“We'll figure it out. I am sure”.

Next part main analytics of what he's talking about and how deep it is.

He's faltering exactly on the word “I”. Maybe it's here because: And who am I? A worm, weak and pathetic - who never amounted to anything. Astarion heard this throughout the 200 years of his torment. Cazador had insinuated it to him all along - the helplessness and doom of his condition. He's used to a position where he just has to resign himself to it. It's the aftermath of his deep wound.

And then it clicks “no”. We won. Cazador is dead. And I am Lord. We'll figure it out. “I am sure of it”.

He wants to, very much, his feelings here play colors and all the developments that have taken place. But the practical side of the situation… which he realizes inside makes him have feelings and think thoughts he would never want to think about - loss. And what kind of loss? His love.

I've written about the “We” part of the big analytics here before. Astarion uses it many times. This moment is special and precious because he uses "We" in a stressful and dangerous situation, when his confidence after a grand victory and freedom is suddenly shattered again. And his wound is open.

Astarion is used to no one helping him. His usual phrases are “trust no one”.

I remember in situations of danger, he showed only distrust that anyone could help him except himself. That's quite a lot.

When the emotional contact happens in act 2 his feelings with Tav become deeper and true. (although in Act 1, Astarion felt something that was just building up to wanting real and more)

This moment is important because:

- he expresses his “I”.

- that he doesn't just say “We” when he's proud and puffed up. “We rule, we are beautiful.” He says “We” when a problem needs to be solved. That's what makes this We special. And under stress that he's even stuttering (!). It's a huge step, as if to say, he doesn't push Tav away, his first thought on how to solve this problem - relies on us. It's also a comfort to him. In addition, his tone becomes very soft - he's trying to calm Tav down so they can figure something out, too. Including “wait” gestures are the soothing “take your time, calm down, we'll think about it” movement.

As soon as he felt the pain from his wound, he remembers the most important. It's his trust and confidence in each other.

We can do it together.

At the end, I suggest enjoying Astarion against a backdrop of blue space nebulae.

[thevoidscreams]

Hope you doing very good! For the mating press march: need me my favorite emotionally constipated man, Lion. What if his wifey (arranged-bitter-marriage) and him get into a verbal fight and in the heat of the moment they end up having wild animal sex and now they can't get enough of each other??

Love a big grumpy man

Day 21 Year 2: Warnings: Arranged marriages, it's not quite angry animal sex but it is grumpy

Word count: 2704

How the fight got started you didn't even remember, you were just so frustrated with this man.

His insistence that he was right and his inability to read any emotions from you was all so much. Part of you regretted your arrangement with his family. Your world was compliant and safe and you hated it. Not that it was safe but that you'd been pawned off to this man.

You wished he was more like his brothers, but he wasn't. It was like he didn't know how to feel properly and was angry at you for having the power of basic emotional intelligence. Maybe that's where it had gotten heated.

"I don't know what you want from me." He snarled, his voice low, a threat in each syllable. "Well if you learned to listen, you might." You shot back. Lion was so close to just taking you back and bringing the world to heel by force if needed. But it'd been months since the wedding. And the trip would set them back more time then they could afford. "Well I clearly do not know, so you must not have made your point with any form of clarity, woman." Your anger was reaching a boiling point, something had to give. "I've told you I want to be treated like your wife! Not just some person who lives on your ship."

Lion had heard it before, but it wasn't any clearer what you meant by that. Emperor on Terra preserve him; he should have heeded Fulgrim when he came to offer advice in this matter. It was too little too late for that, he wouldn't go crawling back to his brother now, tail between his legs like some whelp. He ran his hands over his face in agitation. "Tell me what, in exact words, it is that you want from me." He growled again. You seemed to deflate, eyes growing wet as you threw up your hands. "How can I be more specific, Lion? You know what married couples do, do you not?" His chest tightened, not only in frustration but in that same damned feeling he got every time you looked ready to cry or did cry. He didn't want you to cry about this, he wanted clarity. "We are married. What more is there to do?"

You looked about ready to deck him, even with the tears burning just below the surface. "Well for one, we don't sleep together, we don't take out meals together, you barely let me spend time with you and when we're together you're angry at me for things I have no say or control over." You scrubbed your hands over your face, wiping away the need to cry, but your voice was tight. "You haven't even touched me, we never consummated our marriage. I feel like we're living in some big joke."

Lion ground his teeth. It made sense, he knew that those on Caliban had had traditions that they observed after a wedding but he'd never taken an interest in it. Now he supposed he should have.

"Very well." He growled, still angry at the other feelings you drew up from the depths of him. Especially when you looked sad or upset. He reached for you, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you in closer.

He understood the rudimentary functions of sex. Every beast on Caliban seemed to do it, so more energetically and frequently than others.

You wanted to smack him. "Not here, we're in a public space." You huffed and Lion felt his anger peaking again. "Then where? Warp damn you just tell me exactly what you want." "Your room, the bed chambers we were supposed to share after you took me as your wife."

It was fairly obvious once he thought about it. Tossing you onto the bed, he tugged off his clothes, you followed suit, undoing the threads that held your corset in place and kicked off your skirts. Lion was every bit as beautiful underneath as you had been expecting, if not more so. But when he looked at you, something changed in his gaze. Something impossible to define. You felt your cheeks heat up as you averted your gaze, laying there bare on his bed. Soon his heat was over you, his skin warm as he pressed his chest to yours. "Well, do you have anything else to complain about? Or may we get this over with?" "You can be such a prick, you know that?" You dragged his face down before he could protest and met him eye to eye. "You could start off with this." Your lips pressed to his. The primarch's body twitched at the sudden touches. But he forced himself to calm, to press his lips back into yours. The start was rough, as you both tried to find a rhythm that suited each other. Lion's body felt hot when you both seemingly figured it out. With a groan he pressed you down into the bed a bit more. His hand looked for the place between your legs where he needed to seat his cock in order to make this work. When he found it he seemed to realize how small you were compared to him. This would take some work, but he was determined now to see this through. Lips still locked he felt your hand slide over his, positioning one finger so it was brushing your entrance before pushing his finger in with a deep moan. He was surprised by the action but allowed you to guide his hand till he understood through feel. This was all new to him, kissing, fingering, he'd never seen any of these behaviors displayed before. Animals didn't kiss, didn't prepare their partners for copulation, they just did it. As he worked his finger he felt your body shifting under him and he broke the kiss to watch, your face was contorted into something that at first he thought was pain. But then you moaned his name, and it was the sweetest sound. He felt your body ease into him, relaxing around the one finger he tested the waters by pressing another one into the opening, listening to you gasp as he pushed it in further, running both along your inner walls. There was an odd patch where the flesh was rough, bumpy instead of smooth, he investigated further. "Fuck, Lion!" You gasped, hips bucking as he pressed there. It was like a switch had flipped. He needed more, needed to hear more and feel more. He kept up the assault until you were a wiggling, incoherent mess below him.

Your thighs clamped around his hand and your body bowed slightly as you let out a shrill cry, muscles tensing. He stopped and waited till you had relaxed again. "That was a good start." You hummed, hand on his shoulder as you guided him back over you, taking his cock in hand. It was fully erect, he hadn't noticed. When had it done that?

Lining him up you urged him forth as your legs on either side of his hips pulled, the stretch was a burning pain, even after he'd prepared you. But you endured, slowly each inch of him slipped inside. It was better than good for him, his teeth grit as he held back from just impaling you on his cock and fucking you until he came to his climax.

He lowered his chest to yours, and allowed you to wrap your arms around him. The anger that had consumed him had faded. Replaced by something new he couldn't describe. You patted his back, grabbing his attention. "Try moving now." He drew his hips back, tortuously slow till the tip of his cock was all that remained inside. You nodded and he slid back in faster by a mere fraction. When he was fully seated he was rewarded with a moan. He kept the slow increase in speed until you whined and raised your hips to meet his thrust, forcing him in. Lion gasped, practically choking on his own spit as the sensation of pleasure washed over him. "That felt.. that was excellent." He sighed softly, confused, maybe there was something to this sex thing after all. You grumbled up at him. "You should pick up the pace then." He grunted and rolled his hips down into yours with more speed and force, intent to make you regret your snark. Instead you both swore, your arms holding him tighter as he wrapped his arms around you to hold you close to him. His hips quickly found a rhythm that you both liked. Your moans and pants mingling in the late evening air. Your name rolled off his tongue sweetly and you wanted to cry again. Not out of sadness or frustration, but pure ecstasy and happiness.

At some point your lips had come back together, tongues fighting for dominance. He won rather quickly.

You came first, body locking around him as you cried his name, it was better than you'd ever managed. Lion's hips guided you through it, fucking you even as you came, his rhythm grew erratic. Hips stuttering as he gave you his first true orgasm. Filling you with his thick cum.

The aftermath was eye opening. "Was that acceptable?" He breathed. "Yes. Very." You rolled onto your side to face him. He watched you wiggle closer until you were on his chest, laying there and kissing him. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you tight as you both fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

Lion woke before you the next morning, his cock hard at the mere sight of you. He woke you with several firm nips to your neck. "Hey, ouch, stop-" He stopped your words with a quick kiss to the mouth as he rolled you under him. His cock sliding home, hands wandering over your body as he fucked you again.

An hour later you were both late to breakfast. Tossing on your clothes from the night before you half expected him to leave you behind. But he stayed by the door until your boots were on and he led you to the dinning hall. Luther met you halfway, likely coming to look for his primarch. The look of undisguised shock when he saw you with the Lion almost made you laugh.

Although the rest of his legion didn't seem nearly as phased, just curious when you joined your husband at the table and ate with him.

You followed him for the rest of the day until it was time for bed. You again expected him to send you off to your separate chambers but he grabbed you before you could stop and enter your room, carrying you back to his bed to sleep for the night. It felt good.

It went on as such for a week. He was approaching a new system with habitable planets. And he would be gone, on a campaign bringing other worlds into compliance if there were people there.

You kissed him awake that morning and felt an odd tug at your hearts at the thought of not seeing him. He held you close, one hand on your hip as his other arm held you tight to his body. "Do you think there will be much fighting with these worlds?" Lion grunted. "I cannot say, anything could happen, we will be prepared for any eventuality." You nodded. "If you have to fight, will you return to the ship often?" "Again, I cannot say. Why do you persist with these questions?" His lips trailed a line of soft kisses up your throat and over your jaw. "Because.." You blushed. "Well, you're my husband. And I want to see you." "You will see me." He replied, sucking a bit of your skin till a dark bruise was left there. "If I am gone for months then you will see me after those months. If I am gone a week then you will see me after that week. It will be how it is, and neither you nor I can change this fact. I have my duties to my father and they must come first." "I know." You drew in a shaky breath. "But I will miss you when you are gone." Lion pulled away to meet your eyes. "You confuse me. At first you could not stand my presence. Now you tell me you will miss it." He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. But he knew that he would miss you as well. "We will make the most of the time we have, and I will vox when there is a lull in combat. If there is indeed any." "I guess you might take over the world peacefully. Like you did mine." You told him. He went back to marking your skin. "Just so long as you don't marry anyone else." "Why? Most Lions have a pride." He teased in a rare moment of humor. But the thought of sharing him made you feel ill.

"So you would be alright if I married a planetary leader's son to bring that world into compliance?" You asked, almost too casually. Lions jaws tightened on a spot over your shoulder and he growled. An honest to goodness growl. Like some terrible forest beast. "No." He responded. "You are mine. I will not share you, not with anyone, not for any reason." He pulled you on top of him, cock pressing your entrance. "Well then I guess we'll both just have to agree that we're only for one another." You smiled and sat on his cock, letting it fill you fully. Lion growled. "What a wretched little thing you are. When I am finished with you you won't need those rings for others to know who you belong to."

The morning was spent much like that. When you could no longer put off the day you went to draw a bath to clean up. Your husband joined you, admiring your form as you sat on the edge of the tub waiting for it to fill.

"I was talking to Luther the other day." You said after a few minutes of quiet, Lion stepped into the tub first and offered you a hand stepping in.

"Oh, and what was it you both had to talk about?" He sat with legs splayed so you could sit between them. You reclined against his back sighing at the warmth of the water. "You." "And what did you two share about me?" "He told me you could sing so beautifully that it would make grown men and women weep to hear it." Lion grunted. "He exaggerates."

You looked up at him, turning to better make eye contact. "Would you sing for me?" You asked. He sighed and grabbed a bar of soap. "I suppose I could. Now sit still and I will wash you."

Luther hadn't been over exaggerating anything. You laid with your head on his chest, just listening as he sang an old folk song from the people who'd found him on Caliban. It was the most heart warmed and wrenched you'd ever been. His voice touched parts of you that were not physical. You were speechless. And when the final restrain wound down to its conclusion you just laid in his arms."Did that suffice?" He asked into the fading echoes of his song. You just sat there dumb founded. "I might need you to sing for me every day." You chuckled lamely. He nodded. "When I am able." It was a promise, and he would honor it for as long as he was able. He felt you relax into him again. How your relationship had evolved so rapidly was still a mystery to him. But he did not savor the idea of being away from you for so long as he had been away in the past. Both of you were fundamentally changed now. He could see it, but it was not a bad change.

He kissed your hair, and returned to bathing you. It was one week till he would be at the first planet in this new system. He would make the most of every moment until then.

[zeroseuniverse]

Pardon?

Word Count: 919 Summary:A beat of silence passed. Then another. Mingi lowered his hands, finally looking at you. "...Fucking pardon?" Pairing: Mingi X Reader

Taglist: @sh0dor1 @haaruki @tinyelfperson @lezleeferguson-120 @zaycie

Navigation

The confession wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Mingi had been pacing for the past ten minutes, running a hand through his hair every few seconds, occasionally muttering to himself. You sat on the couch, watching him with an eyebrow raised, waiting for him to just say whatever was eating him alive.

Finally, with a deep breath, he stopped in front of you. "I didn't mean to fall for you."

You blinked. Stared. "what?"

He sighed, rubbing his face. "I didn't mean to. It just... happened. And now I can't—"

"Neither did I."

The words left your mouth before you even fully registered what you were saying, but once they were out, you realized they were true. You hadn't meant to fall for Mingi either. It was supposed to be easy—friends, nothing more. But somewhere between late-night conversations, his ridiculously endearing laugh, and the way he always, always made sure you were comfortable, something had shifted.

A beat of silence passed. Then another.

Mingi lowered his hands, finally looking at you. "...Fucking pardon?"

You let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. "Yeah, uh. I guess that kind of just came out."

"You mean—hold on—you like me?" His voice pitched up slightly, eyes wide.

"Well, yeah?" You exhaled, suddenly feeling hyperaware of everything. "I mean, I wouldn't have just said it if I didn't."

He stared at you, mouth slightly open, as if his brain was short-circuiting. Then, to your absolute shock, he groaned and buried his face in his hands again. "Are you serious? I spent weeks panicking about this! You could've said something sooner!"

You gaped at him. "You could’ve said something sooner! What do you mean weeks?!"

"I was suffering!"

"Mingi, I have been suffering too!"

Another beat of silence. And then, inexplicably, you both burst into laughter. The tension that had been hovering between you dissipated in an instant, leaving only warmth.

Mingi finally dropped onto the couch next to you, shaking his head. "Well. That was dramatic."

You huffed a laugh, nudging his arm. "Yeah. But at least now we know."

His eyes softened as he looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. Now we know."

And just like that, everything felt lighter.

Mingi leaned back against the couch, a relaxed sigh leaving his lips as he rubbed at his face, trying to process everything that had just unfolded. It was almost surreal—he had spent so much time worrying over his feelings for you, and here you were, just as lost in the same emotions.

He glanced over at you, his smile a little softer now, though there was still a teasing glint in his eyes. "So, uh... now that we've got the awkwardness out of the way, what happens next?"

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed but more at ease than you had been moments ago. "I guess we just... figure it out?"

"Figure it out," he repeated, nodding thoughtfully. "That's a good answer. But you know, I think I might need a little more guidance here. You’re the one who clearly had it all figured out, huh?"

Your lips quirked up. "I wouldn’t say ‘figured out.’ I’ve just been trying to survive the crushing weight of my feelings for you without making it obvious."

Mingi scoffed, glancing away dramatically. "So I wasn’t obvious, huh? Good to know. I guess I’ll just go cry in a corner now."

You rolled your eyes playfully, nudging him again, this time with more force. "Okay, okay, I get it! It’s a miracle we both didn’t combust with how much tension was hanging around us."

He chuckled at that, his hand brushing against yours as if he was testing the waters. "Well, now that we've both officially acknowledged that we like each other... does this mean we get to... I don’t know, do the whole dating thing?"

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a little giddy at how natural it felt to be having this conversation with him now. "I think so. If you're okay with it."

Mingi grinned at that, his eyes lighting up. "Okay with it?I've been waiting for this moment forever! I'm more than okay with it."

You laughed, heart fluttering. "Good. Because, well, I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me now."

"Not that I’d ever complain." His voice dropped into something a little softer, warmer, and his fingers brushed over yours again, this time with more certainty.

The air between you two felt lighter than it ever had before, and it was like the tension that had been there for so long had finally evaporated. It wasn’t perfect, and there were still so many unknowns, but in that moment, you were both okay with that.

And maybe, just maybe, it was more than enough to start this new chapter.

"You know," Mingi said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I’m really glad you said something. I was starting to think I’d have to spend another year overthinking everything."

"Well," you teased, "I’d say you’re welcome, but I feel like you owe me a drink or something after all that unnecessary suffering."

Mingi laughed, leaning over to nudge your shoulder with his. "Deal. Next time, I’ll make sure to keep my confessions less dramatic."

You raised an eyebrow. "We’ll see about that."

"Don’t worry," he said, his grin stretching wider. "I’m sure I’ll come up with something."

You smiled back at him, knowing that whatever happened next, it was going to be something good.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

The Art of Etiquette Part 11 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: The days leading up to the ball become fewer but a harsh reality hits you leaving you more conflicted than you already were. Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2k~ Warnings: No real warnings a/n: So yeah...it's been a while. Sorry it took me so long to update this story and sorry it's so short but I wanted to bring this one back into the light. I know I keep on saying the ball is in the next chapter but it really will be in part 12 I promise. I wanted to make this chapter longer but I figured I made you guys wait long enough...plus I needed to reintroduce something I spoke about in the first chapter. Start from the beginning

The next couple of days go by in a blur. 

Extra long lessons with Jungkook after my seemingly never ending lectures have my head pounding. 

"Miss y/n?" my professor calls me over to his desk, finishing up my last lecture before I have to go see Jungkook. "Yes?" I ask and wait patiently for him to hopefully get to thee point sooner rather than later. 

"The submission deadline for the writing contest is this weekend. Have you submitted your piece?" he asks, looking up at me through his glasses from his seated position.

I curse at myself internally, having completely spaced about it.

"I haven't but I plan on doing so as soon as I can! The deadline is Sunday night right?" I pray, hoping that I'm correct. "It's Saturday night at 11:59 pm. Do you think you'll be able to complete it in time?" he questions, adjusting his glasses. 

"Yes, of course. They won't be holding the awards ceremony until next month though correct?" I ask and he hums, confirming my suspicions. "Should be around two or three weeks after depending on how many submissions they get" 

I nod and thank him once more for the opportunity and luckily the reminder as well and quickly rush out. I choose to text Jungkook this time the reason why I'll be a few minutes late again, hoping that'll keep him from nagging me about it too much

~~~~~

"You seem...distracted today" Jungkook points out, watching as I wondered off in thought for the fifth time today. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. What were you saying?" I ask, feeling guilty since he's gone out of his way to go through the guest list of the rsvp'd attendees of the ball this weekend. Making sure to tell me a little about each family to hopefully prepare me for the kinds of people that'll be there and how to compose myself around them.

"Let's take a break, otherwise you'll start mixing everyone up" he chuckles and sits down in a chair that's more or less facing me. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, tilting his head and taking note of the wrinkles between my brows as I'm clearly fighting some sort of internal battle that doesn't involve him today. 

"I have this writing contest that I had completely forgotten about and the due date is this Saturday" I sigh, slumping in my chair but this time he luckily doesn't scold me for it. 

"The same day as the charity ball..." he trails off and I nod, covering my face with my hands.

"He told me about it over a month ago" I grumble and Jungkook chuckles warmly at my inner turmoil. I groan as a response and he decides to not tease me about it anymore. 

After a while of sitting in silence he pulls my hands away from my face, making me glare at him as a response.

"Today is Tuesday correct?" he asks and I respond with a sigh of a small 'yes'. "I have an idea then" he says, peaking my interest. "Why don't we spend part of our time on our lessons and the rest of the time on your paper" he offers making my brows furrow.

"You'd do that for me?" I say, sitting up straight in my chair, trying to figure out if this is a joke or not but he simply nod.

"I don't see why not. You've been doing well in all of your lessons with me and I think you're more than prepared for the ball so there's no need to beat a dead horse. We'll just spend a little bit of our time getting to know the attendees and do a dance or two to keep you sharp and then I'll help you with your paper" he says and get's up to clear a space on his desk. 

"You'll help me?" I question, his willingness to sacrifice our lesson time for my extracurriculars surprising.

"I know it's important to you and if there's any way I could be of any sort of help to you then just let me know. You can work at my desk if you'd like" he says, picking up my bag that he knows has my laptop in it and bringing it over to said desk. 

It's times like these where he's sending me mixed signals of going from an etiquette teacher to someone who seems to truly care about me that makes me almost want to ask him questions like 'What are we?' or 'What are your intentions with me?' but even that last one is too open ended. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, when I haven't moved a muscle to walk over to his desk yet leaving me shaking my head in a way to get me out of my train of thought. 

"Yes. Sorry, yes I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out what sort of topic I'd like to write about" I explain, owning up to what my partial train of thought might've been earlier. 

"Well what sort of contest is it? Is it for an article? A study?" he asks, going at it with a more academic approach, which makes sense in this case it's anything but that.

"It's creative writing. Basically anything from stories of love to poems of heartbreak to even the most suspenseful horror thrillers you could come across!" I say, getting more excited as time goes by, thinking about all the possibilities and topics I could write about. 

Picking one though is going to be difficult.

"Have you chosen your genre yet?" he asks and I plop myself down on his desk chair, sighing and opening up the blank document that I've been staring at off and on for weeks. 

"You haven't even started it?" he sighs and I shake my head, disheartened at the thought of waisting so much of my precious free time with nothing to show for it.

"What do you usually write about?" he asks, helping me work through the creative process. "Mostly love stories" I sigh and when I look up at him I see him smiling down at me, "Don't laugh" I glare and he holds his hands up in surrender. 

"I wasn't laughing, I was smiling. There's a difference" he smirks and brings a chair over to sit near me. "Yeah well don't do that. It makes me feel like you're mocking me for being a lovesick schoolgirl" I grumble and he chuckles. 

"Aren't you?" he says, resting his elbow on the desk and propping his chin on his fist, giving me that infuriatingly attractive grin he knows does wonders on a girl's nervous system. "No, I'm not. Now would you please be quiet if you're not going to be helpful" I huff, pulling the flyer out of my bag and giving it a once over. 

"Okay enough with the teasing I'll help" he says and looks over my shoulder to check it out as well before I hand it to him and go looking through my Pinterest board to see if I can find some inspiration.

"Have you ever written a love story set in the eighteen hundreds? Something to do with kings and queens? Princes and Princesses?" he suggests and I know for a fact that I haven't. "Isn't that a little too cheesy with the whole fairytale kind of route?" I say, pointing out how cliché it would be.

"Not if I help you" he offers and I look at him suspiciously. "What sorts of people do you think I would have to study in order to be a proper etiquette teacher?" he says, his words answering the question I had telepathically asked. 

"I guess you'd be the perfect collaborator in that respect" I admit and he nods and moves his chair closer making me lean away from him as a response. 

"You know I don't bite pretty now come on, we've got some work to do" he taunts, slipping in that pet name he knows messes with my head, leaving me scoffing in response before turning back to the blank document staring me in the face on my computer screen. 

~~~~~

The next two days we do just as he had said, spending an hour or two on my lessons and the rest on my story. However rushed it is I feel like it's my best story yet. 

The research on the time period has been simple since Jungkook's had all the answers and if not he finds them out for me, making this whole piece seem even more authentic.

When I take breaks Jungkook pours over the text, doing edits here and there and talking me through the scenes to help formulate some parts a little more artistically, making the regal setting come to life. 

Friday has been a different story, as both deadlines approach us the time we have left is in conflict of where our priorities should lie.

"We can skip our lesson today" Jungkook finally says after I've put my heels on. "But tomor-" "You're ready" he say, cutting me off mid sentence. "Spend the rest of your time on your story" he smiles softly and places a hand on my shoulder before leaving the room, no doubt to get us some sustenance to keep us going.

Something about the interaction made my heart flutter. His confidence in me as well as his want for me to spend time on something I'm truly passionate about makes a sort of funny feeling settle in my stomach. 

Am I-?

"Black or green tea this time?" he asks, coming back into the room with a little tray of food and tea pot ready to envelop the tea leaves of choice. "Black please, I need all the energy I can get" he chuckles and does just that, adding a few scoops to the pot before closing the lid and letting it steep. 

"Were you able to work on it again once you went home?" he asks, bringing my bag over to his desk and pulling my laptop out for me. "I did but it's hard to work on it without yo- without being here" I say, not wanting to admit that I in some way needed him, my cheeks heating up at the slip up.

"Right" he smiles, not sparing me a glance as he plugs in my charger and pulls the chair out for me. 

"Is everything alright?" he asks once he sees my hesitance in coming closer but I shake my head and as a result shake myself out of the headspace I had allowed myself to trail into.

"There's nothing to be nervous about" he says, reading me perfectly like he always does. "What if it's not good enough?" I sigh, my hands resting in my lap, not making moves to reach for the keys. 

"It's a beautiful story told from the heart about a love so true one could only dream to experience something so heartbreaking" he says and his compliment however sincere seems unable to reach me now.

Once he's seen my head droop further he turns my chair around and crouches in front of me, tilting my chin up the slightest bit. "Your writing is beautiful. Anyone who's eyes get to land on a single word of yours should thank their lucky stars" he says making me smile just the slightest bit.

"There she is" he says with a warm tone, one I had never heard before making my heart flutter once again. 

"Now come on" he says spinning me back around to face the screen. "We've got a deadline to meet do we not?" he says and places his hands on my shoulders as a way to show some confidence and solidarity, believing in me until his last breath.

"We do indeed" I chuckle softly and finally rest my fingers upon those familiar keys.

prev / next Series Masterlist

Taglist: @jkslipppiercing @trina864 @kaitieskidmore97 @goddesofimortality @coolbluedude @coralmusicblaze @whoa-jo @pastelpinkjoon @joonwater Taglist continued in the comments 💜

Join my Taglist!

Feel free to fill out the form or just comment on any of my fics to be added :)

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Wishful Thinking | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader ( ...? )

Warnings: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL COERCION, canon violence, canon gore, depression, anxiety, y/n's in rough shape okay

Word Count: 6384

Mobile Supernatural Series Rewrite Masterlist

Supernatural Series Rewrite Masterlist

Supernatural Series Rewrite Playlist

You couldn’t piece together why Dean had run out on you. In truth, that fact couldn’t occupy too much of your thoughts given everything else that was going on.

The next morning, you began packing when you received a text from Dean telling you to do so. He clearly didn’t intend upon finishing your conversation from the previous night any time soon.

“I’m surprised at you, (Y/N),” a familiar voice said from behind you. 

“Please don’t lecture me right now,” you said evenly; you were in no mood for Uriel’s scolding.

“Why didn’t you stop him?” he asked.

You slammed your toiletry bag in your duffel and turned to face him. “Stop who? Samhain?”

“Sam.”

Your stomach dropped. “I wasn’t gonna kill him for using his powers in that dire of a situation.” 

“You disobeyed a direct order, (Y/N),” the angel chastised.

You picked up the alarm clock off the nightstand and threw it at him. “Fuck you!” 

Uriel was on you in a second, a hand around your throat. You clawed at his hands, choking on air as he spoke to you. “The only reason you and Sam Winchester aren’t dead is because you have both proven useful. The second he steps out of line and becomes more trouble than he’s worth, he dies. And if you aren’t the one to kill him, you’ll die, too.”

Just as your vision started spotting, the pressure around your throat and Uriel disappeared. 

****

You and Dean were downing shots like there was no tomorrow. There was clearly a lot you both wanted to forget about, and Sam noticed how much distance was between the barstools the two of you were sitting on. 

Uriel had apparently delivered a similar message to Sam after he visited you, but also put in a little detail to warn Dean to stop stepping out of line. He told Sam to ask Dean if he remembered what Hell was like.

Sam was almost completely sober, and he kept pressing Dean about the issue. “It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't?”

“Maybe because he's a dick,” Dean grunted, taking another shot. “Might have something to do with it.”

The younger man shrugged. “Maybe, but he's still an angel.”

“Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town. Look, I don't know what—”

The waiter coming back over cut Dean off. “Radical. What else can I get you guys?”

“Uh, I think we're good,” Sam replied.

“You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili changa?” the teenager tried.

“Nope. We’re still good,” you said, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

“Okay, awesome.” The waiter bounced away.

Dean returned his attention to his brother. “Sam, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?”

Sam huffed. “Right.”

“What?” Dean snapped.

“Okay. Fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under.”

You took another shot, knowing it was better to stay out of this conversation.

“I don't remember a thing from my time down under.” When Sam said nothing, Dean continued, “I don't remember, Sam!”

“Look, Dean, I just want to help.”

“You know everything I do. Okay? That's all there is.”

The waiter bounded back over, annoyingly asking about dessert, and you convinced him to just bring you the check. 

“Alright, so, where do we go from here?” Dean sighed. taking a sip of the beer in front of him. 

“I'm not sure. Uh, looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity; no omens or portents I can see.”

“That's good news, for once.”

“Yeah, just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out. Uh, up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility.”

Dean choked on his beer while Sam continued reading. 

“The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs. I can see you're very interested.”

“Women, showers,” Dean hummed. “We got to save these people.”

It felt so odd for them to just be talking about mundane hunts while the three of you were staring down the barrel of the possible end of the world.

What bothered you even more was Dean’s joking about looking at other women. He hadn’t even looked at a woman since the two of you got together. Now that your relationship was up in the air, it seemed he wanted to go back to his old ways. It hurt your heart, but you knew you had no true claim to him anymore. You weren’t even sure if your relationship was salvageable. 

Although, everything you’d done had been for him. You stressed that multiple times. The fact that he was seemingly ready to just jump back into the dating pool when you hadn’t even finished your conversation from Halloween night made your blood boil. He was on incredibly thin ice, and you took a long chug of your beer to keep your anger from spilling out.

****

The next day, Dean dropped Sam off to talk to the girl that’d been pushed down the stairs.

You and Dean were supposed to be going to check the showers at the fitness center for EMF. However, you just couldn’t help yourself. “Thought you’d wanna go check out the shower girl.”

His head jerked toward you. “What?”

“That was your whole reason for taking this case, right? Saving naked women?” 

Dean rolled his eyes. “Come on, (Y/N). I was kidding.”

“Okay, but I really don’t think you should be joking like that given the state our relationship’s in,” you responded.

“And what state is that?” he asked.

You shrugged mockingly. “I don’t know. You ran out before we could even talk about it.” 

“Are you seriously gonna lecture me about running out? Seriously,” he spat.

“Pull the fucking car over, Dean,” you ordered.

“Why, so you can get out and run away again?” 

“No, so we can talk about this without you killing us both. Pull over now,” you said through gritted teeth.

He did as you asked, turning to face you. “Okay, what?”

“Seriously?” you scoffed.

“What? I’m just asking, what do you wanna talk about?”

“How do you not fucking know?” you fired back.

He threw his hands up. “I don’t know, because there’s a million different things potentially on the table.”

“Okay, then, let’s start with why’d you run out on me?” you asked.

“Fantastic place to start, (Y/N), especially considering you told me you wouldn’t make me talk about it,” Dean remarked sarcastically.

“I told you I wouldn’t make you talk about Hell. I told you why I ran out on you. You owe me the same,” you said.

“Maybe I just needed time to process everything, goddamn!”

“Then why didn’t you just tell me that to begin with? How can I trust that’s true?”

“Why are we even having this conversation if you can’t believe anything I say?!” 

“Because you keep expecting me to be fully upfront with you while you get to have as many secrets as you want! You lied straight to Sam’s face and to me before last night about Hell! I think the only reason you’re pissed is ‘cause you can’t hide from me anymore!” you shouted.

That seemed to quiet him down, and he thought for a minute.

“And another thing, everything I’ve fucking done for months has been for you. And I know you’re hurt, and I am so sorry,” you told him earnestly, “but you look at me like you don’t even know who I am anymore! I’ve changed, I know that. But so have you. And I don’t look at you any differently despite knowing every awful thing you had to do. Why can’t you give me that same grace? Especially when I did all of it to save you?” You took a breath, trying to swallow the lump quickly forming in your throat. “I’m sorry I lied to you. And I’ll do everything I can to get your trust back because no matter how much you piss me off, I still love you. But please don’t hold what I did for Uriel against me, okay?”

“I don’t,” he responded quietly. “But can you at least understand that I miss who we were before I went to Hell?”

“Absolutely,” you told him. “I miss those versions of us every day.”

“And I’m sorry I ran out on you. (Y/N), I never wanted you to see me like that. I ran out on you because I was angry. The one person I was terrified of finding out who I really am and what I did down there knows, and it fuckin’ hurt.” His voice was gravelly as he spoke, clearly trying to hide the lump forming in his throat.

“It doesn’t change how I see you, though,” you insisted.

“But maybe it should!” Dean said, the tears forming in his eyes. “Maybe you should look at me like I’m a monster because I am.”

“Do you really believe that’s true?” you asked softly.

“How could I not?” Tears slid down his cheeks steadily. “I did… horrible fucking things down there to people who maybe didn’t even deserve it. I can never forgive myself for that.” 

“But you have to try,” you told him, scooting across the bench seat to cradle his face in your hands. You swiped the tears away with your thumbs and stroked his cheeks. “Anyone would break under that kind of pressure. You lasted even longer than I would have. And I’m sorry that happened to you. It wasn’t your fault, Dean.”

Dean tried earnestly to stifle his tears. His back was straight as a board as you slowly wound your arms around his neck and pulled him down to rest his face in your neck. Finally, finally, he relaxed himself into you and allowed himself to cry.

****

Your relationship with Dean was nowhere near repaired. As much as it stung, there was a lot of broken trust within both him and you. At least now, everything was out in the open. Well, mostly everything. 

Following your talk, the two of you went to the fitness center to search for any sign of the paranormal. Sam called to tell you he’d meet you there. 

“Look, Dean,” you told him. There was a man on the front of the newspaper he was reading who’d won one-hundred sixty-eight million in the lottery. “How come we never get that lucky?” 

He chuckled, looking over the headline. 

Sam approached the bench you sat on with Dean outside the fitness center after you flagged him down. “Well, you pick up anything?” he asked. 

“No EMF in the shower or anywhere else. This house is clean,” Dean sighed.

Sam shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. I'm not surprised. I kind of got the feeling back there that crazy pushed Mrs. Armstrong down the stairs.”

You and Dean stood to walk to the car with Sam, and a child blew past you with two others hot on his tail— they were apparently not his friends.

“Run, Forrest, run!” Dean called after him.

Sam sighed. “I don't think anything's going on around here.”

You walked past a pier where a man stood shouting at a police officer about something that had grabbed him and thrown him into a tree.

“Something's going on,” Dean said, subtly nodding his head toward the other men, halting you and Sam. 

When the man started mentioning Bigfoot, Sam decided to step in. “Excuse us. FBI.”

The police officer scoffed. “What?”

“Yes, sir. We're here about the... that.”

“About Bigfoot?” The officer seemed skeptical; understandably so.

“That's right,” Sam nodded, turning his attention to the witness. “Sir, can you tell me exactly where this happened?”

The man’s directions led you to the center of the woods, and every little sound made you jump. Living in a cabin for four months had only worsened your fear of the woods. 

“What the hell's going on in this town?” Dean asked as the three of you walked along. “First there's a ghost that's not real, and now a Bigfoot sighting?”

“Well, every hunter worth his salt knows Bigfoot's a hoax,” Sam noted.

“Maybe LSD in the water supply?” you shrugged, turning around as you talked and mindlessly stepping backward. Dean grabbed your arm, pulling you to his chest. “Dude, what the hell?” you questioned. 

Dean nodded to what you were about to step on, spinning you around to look at it. “Okay, what the hell?”

You looked down at the very large footprint Dean kept you from tripping into. 

“That, uh... is a big foot,” Sam breathed out.

You followed the ginormous tracks to the back of a liquor store that had been broken into.

“So, what? Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store, jonesing for some hooch?” He noted the spots that were empty on the shelves. “Amaretto and Irish cream. He's a girl-drink drunk.” You elbowed Dean. “Amaretto and pineapple’s good.” You smiled while Dean shoved shooters into his jacket pocket. 

Then, a few discarded magazines leading to a trail out the front door caught your eye. “Dude. He took the whole porno rack.” “Well, I'll say it again,” Dean added. “What the hell is going on in this town?”

Baffled, the three of you made your way to a bench outside the store. “I got nothing.” Dean threw his hands up. 

“It's got to be a joke, right? Some big-ass motherfucker in a gorilla suit?” Sam tried. 

“Or it's a Bigfoot. Y’know, and he's some kind of a alcoholo-porno addict. Kind of like a deep-woods Duchovny.”

A girl on a bike passed you, and a magazine fell out of her bag. You exchanged a glance with Sam, and Dean picked it up. 

“A little young for Busty Asian Beauties,” Dean noted, brows furrowed. 

You followed her to where she dropped a box full of alcohol and porn off with an apologetic note attached at the back of the liquor store. Then, the three of you followed the girl home. 

“What's this, like a ‘Harry and the Hendersons’ deal?”

Sam chuckled at his brother, knocking on the front door of the little girl’s house. 

“Hello?” she asked, opening it.

“Hi! Are— Are your parents home?” you asked her, bending to her level. 

“Nope,” she shook her head. 

“No, fabulous,” you murmured. “Awesome.”

Dean was up next. “Um... Have you seen a really, really furry…”

She immediately looked scared. “Is he in trouble?”

Although a little gobsmacked, Sam chuckled, “No, no, no. Not at all. We just— We wanted to make sure he was okay.”

“He's my teddy bear. I think he's sick,” the little girl sniffled. 

“Wow. Uh... Amazing. 'Cause you know what?” Dean said, incredibly chipper. “We... are, uh... teddy bear doctors.”

The child’s eyes lit up. “Really? Can you please take a look at him?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded. 

She took your hand and led you inside. 

“What’s your name, angel?’ you asked her.

“Audrey.”

“Audrey, nice to meet you,” you replied. “I’m (Y/N).”

“He's in my bedroom,” the little girl said. “He's pretty grumpy.” She knocked on the door of her room hesitantly. “Teddy? There's some nice doctors here to see you.” She opened it to reveal something you’d never seen before. 

A big, living, drunk teddy bear was sitting on her bed watching television. “Close the fuckin’ door!” he shouted in a gruff voice. 

Audrey shut it, whispering, “See what I mean?”

Your eyes were wide as saucers, and you turned back to the boys to see a similar reaction in them. 

She explained to you that she’d wished in a well for the teddy to come alive over the top of the teddy bear moaning about how awful life was. 

“Audrey, give us a second, okay?” Sam said. He turned to you and Dean, hushing his voice while Audrey tried to comfort her teddy bear. “Okay. Are we... Should we... Uh, are we gonna kill this teddy bear?”

“I mean, how?” you questioned. 

Dean chimed in, “Do we shoot it? Burn it?

Sam shrugged. “I don't know. Both?”

“How do we even know that's gonna work? I don't want some giant, flaming, pissed-off teddy on our hands,” Dean scoffed. 

“Yeah. Besides, I get the feeling that the bear isn't really the, you know, core problem here.”

You turned to the little girl. “Audrey, where are your parents?”

“My mom wished they were in Bali, so I think they're in Bali,” she replied. 

“Oh, okay,” you said. “I’m really sorry to tell you this, but your bear is sick. He’s got—”

“Lollipop disease!” Dean cut you off. 

“Lollipop disease,” Sam nodded. 

Dean shrugged, “It's not uncommon for a bear his size. But, see, it's— it’s really contagious.”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “so, is there someone, maybe a grown-up, that you can stay with while we treat him?”

Audrey considered for a moment. “Mrs. Hurley lives down the street.”

“Good, yeah, good. Uh, we'd like you to stay there for a few days, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dean found out where the wishing well was from Audrey, and the three of you set off in that direction. Just as you arrived, a little boy threw a coin into the fountain. You watched him leave, skipping, and grab his mother’s hand. 

“Think it works?” Dean asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You turned to face him. “Got a better explanation for teddy back there?”

“Well, there's one way to find out.” 

Dean took a coin out of his wallet, stuffing him back in his pants as Sam asked, “What are you gonna wish for?”

“Shh!” Dean scolded. “Not supposed to tell.”

Within five seconds of him chucking the sandwich in, a man in a red shirt came up holding a giant sandwich. “Somebody order a footlong Italian with jalapeño?”

Dean smirked, “That'd be me,” and you rolled your eyes. He excitedly led you and Sam over to a table outside the Chinese restaurant Audrey had described to you and began to scarf down his sandwich. “I think it works, guys,” he said through a mouthful of food. “That was pretty specific.”

“The teddy bear, the sandwich—” Sam sighed. 

You pulled the newspaper Dean had been reading earlier out of one of the pockets inside his jacket. “I’m guessing this, too.”

Sam discreetly nodded to a couple at the table next to yours. “I'm guessing that.”

You snickered, as did Sam. 

Dean tried to sneak a glance at the couple. “Well, that definitely goes on the list. What are we supposed to do, huh? Stop people's wishes from coming true? I mean, it sounds like kind of a douche-y thing to do.”

“Yeah, maybe. But come on, man. When has something like this ever come without a price tag?”

“And usually a deadly one,” you argued. 

“I don't know. It's a damn good sandwich.” You and Sam gave Dean a look. 

“Alright, fine.” He rolled his eyes. “We'll put a hold on the wishing till we figure out what's going on.”

A waiter came up to your table. “Uh, gentlemen, gentlemen. I'm sorry. We don't allow people to eat outside food here.”

“Well, how can you expect him to eat the food inside here?” you scoffed. “Health department. You’ve got a pretty serious rat infestation. We're gonna have to shut this place down under emergency hazard code 56C.”

Sam tried to hide his smirk, but Dean’s was completely overt as he stared at you. 

****

Under the guise of needing to investigate the fountain, you made the waiter have his manager drain it. 

Dean swept away coins while you felt around the outside of it for a compartment hiding a hex bag. 

“Typical fountain; plaster Buddha,” the older brother announced. “Nothing I can see.”

“Yes, nothing. We keep a clean place here,” the manager insisted.

Sam began to escort him away. “Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave during the preliminary investigation, okay? Thank you.” Dean tossed one of the coins he swept at you. “Oh, come on. Aren't you a little bit tempted?” You shook your head. “Hell no.”

“Why not?”

“Wouldn’t be real,” you shrugged. “I wouldn’t trust it.”

“I don't know,” he replied, “that bear seemed pretty real.”

Dean tried further. “Come on, if you could wish yourself back, you know, before it all started… Think about it. You could’ve avoided all this angel business. Maybe gotten out.”

You stood, putting your hands on your hips. “Of what? Hunting?”

He nodded. 

You scoffed. “That’s not what I would’ve wished for.”

“Alright, well, what, then?” he pushed. 

Without even thinking, you said, “That you’d never gone to Hell.” Dean held your gaze intensely, that unreadable look you’d become accustomed to on his face. 

Sam came back over, causing Dean to shake himself out of his trance. “What is that?” the older brother asked, looking down at something. 

You walked over to the side of the fountain he was on, bending over the side and brushing the coin with the tips of your fingers. “Some kind of old coin. I don't recognize the markings.”

Dean tried to pick it up, failing miserably. “Damn.”

“Lift with your legs,” Sam deadpanned, and you burst out laughing. 

“Is that motherfucker welded on there?” Dean grunted, standing back up. “Huh.”

You tried again with a crowbar, but it snapped in half. The hammer you used broke, too. 

Sam panted, “Coin’s magical.”

“Ya think?” you scoffed. 

****

Sam sent you back to the motel to try and figure out where that coin came from. Dean hadn’t stopped puking since you got back, so you were the one doing the research. 

“How’s it going in there?” you asked through the door. 

Your answer was another heaving sound followed by him coughing and groaning. 

Just then, Sam opened the door to hear Dean yakking again. “Is he…?”

You nodded. 

“The wishes turn bad, Sam. The wishes turn very bad,” Dean called from the bathroom, voice strained. 

“The sandwich, huh?”

“The coin’s Babylonian,” you explained. “It's cursed. I found some fragments of a legend.” You showed him your laptop that was open to an article with grotesque drawings lining its sides. “The serpent is Tiamat; the Babylonian god of primordial chaos. Their priests were crazy freaky into black magic.”

“They made the coin?” Sam asked, eyes scanning the screen. 

You nodded. “Whoever tosses a coin in the wishing well, makes a wish, it turns on the well. Then it starts granting wishes to all comers.”

“But the wishes get twisted. You ask for a talking teddy—”

“You get a bipolar nut job.” At the sound of Dean hacking again, you pointed toward the door. “And he gets E. coli. You stood from your chair, crossing the room to get Dean a fresh set of clothes. As you rifled through his bag, you continued, “This thing has turned more than one town to shit over the centuries. It's even wiped a few off the map. I mean, one person gets their wish, it's trouble, but everybody gets their wish…”

“It’s chaos,” Sam finished for you. 

You put Dean’s clothes on the bathroom counter, recoiling at the smell. “Take a shower before you come out of there, okay? Don’t want you stinkin’ up the whole car.” You turned back to the room, shutting the door behind you. 

“Any way to stop it?” Sam asked. 

“We gotta find the first wisher. Whoever dropped the thing in and made the first wish; they’re the only one who can pull it back out and reverse the wishes. And things are goin’ downhill fast.”

****

Later that night, you played Solitaire on the floor of the room while Dean slept. Sam was awake, too, on his laptop. He invited you to stay for a bit while he finished researching for the night.

Then, Dean started to stir. You could only imagine what he was dreaming about. 

“No,” he said, softly at first. “No!” 

You sprang to your feet, shaking him gently. He grabbed your wrist, twisted it behind your back, and pinned you down on his bed. 

“Dean, stop!” Sam shouted, leaping up to help. 

It was then Dean realized what happened and let you go. Sam backed off, and you hesitantly rolled over. 

“God, (Y/N), I’m so—” he cleared his throat, voice more gravelly when he spoke again. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you promised him. 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, not doing a very good job of hiding the genuine fear on his face. 

You shook your head. “No. I promise, I’m okay.” He nodded, but his mind seemed distant. 

The room fell silent for a moment before Sam spoke up again. “Uriel wasn't lying, was he?”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“You are. You remember Hell, don't you?” Sam continued. 

Dean scrubbed a hand over his face. “What do you want from me, huh? What?”

“The truth, Dean. I mean, I'm your brother. I- I just wish you'd talk to me,” Sam argued, sounding slightly defeated. 

“Careful what you wish for,” Dean remarked. 

“Cute.”

“Guys, stop,” you sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted. 

“Come on, can we stow the couple’s therapy, huh? We're on a job. I want to work. What do you got? Please?” the older brother urged desperately.

Sam clicked his tongue, returning his attention to his laptop. “We got teddy bear, uh, lottery guy, invisible pervert guy. They all must have wished sometime in the last two weeks. But who wished first, and how are we supposed to know who else wished for what when?”

“Well, it helps when they announce it in the paper. Goes back a month.” Dean tossed the paper at Sam.

He read out the title on the page Dean had turned to. “Wesley Mondale and Ms. Hope Lynn Casey have announced their surprise engagement.”

Dean flicked his eyebrows. “Ah, true love.”

****

“Wes! You didn't tell me that you called the florists for the wedding,” the beautiful woman in front of you cheerily called back to her betrothed who you assumed was within the home. 

You followed her into the living room where a greasy man wearing glasses that in no way suited his face sat on an armchair that clearly needed to be cleaned. 

“You're the best! I'm gonna go get my folders.” The woman, Hope, hugged Wes around the neck tightly and practically flitted out of the room. 

“That’s sexual coercion, y’know,” you said. 

“What?” he asked, startled. “Who are you?”

“Health department,” you shrugged. 

“Yeah. And florists on the side,” Sam chimed in. Dean added, “Plus FBI. And on Thursdays, we're teddy bear doctors.” Wes furrowed his brow. “Huh?”

“Doesn't matter who we are,” Dean responded. “What matters is what we know.”

You nodded at the box of coins on the wall behind him. “Coin collector?”

Wes stood shakily. “Uh, yeah. My… grandfather gave them to me.”

“You make a wish on one of ‘em by any chance?” you asked. 

Hope bustled back into the room, dropping her stack of papers on the table. “Okay, now. I have a lot of ideas, but, y’know, we don't have all the money in the world. Wes is between jobs right now. Means more time for me! Y’know, I'm thinking a Japanese-y, ikebana kind of thing.”

You nodded. “I can… totally see it.”

“So, Hope, uh, tell us how you two lovebirds met,” Sam prompted. 

You smirked, excited to hear this story. 

“Oh, best day of my life,” she grinned. “It's the funniest thing. We both grew up here, but I never really knew who he was. Not by name anyway. Until one day last month, it was like I just— I just saw him for the first time. He was just... glowing. Oh, just glowing!”

Wes cleared his throat. “Uh, babe, can you— can you get us some coffee?”

Hope nodded like an excited labrador. “Yes!” She kissed him over and over, making Dean smirk and look down at the floor, hiding his smile behind his hand. 

As soon as Hope was out of the room, you murmured, “Wes, we know. So tell us the truth.”

He averted your eye contact completely, adjusting his glasses nervously. “My— My grandfather found the coin in North Africa, y’know, World War II. And, uh, he brought it back. He, um, he said it was a real wish-granting coin, but that nobody should ever use it. Um... It was all I had, and when he died, I thought, ‘Well, you know what? Why not give the coin a shot’?”

“Well, time to wish it back,” you ordered. 

He chuckled. “Oh. Ha, no, no, I’m not.”

You stalked toward him slowly, your voice eerily calm. “If you don't stop it, something bad's gonna happen.” Your eyes practically burned as you pinned him to his spot with your intensity.

“How do you know?” he squeaked.

“Just a hunch,” you replied, voice low. 

As you continued to stare Wes down, Dean piped up, “We really wish you'd come with us.”

Wes nodded hesitantly, only relaxing his tense shoulders when you backed off.

Dean gave you a strange look, but you ignored it. Wes gave Hope some lame excuse, and the three of you sped toward the Lucky Chin restaurant. 

“I don't get it. So, my wish came true. Why does that have to be a bad thing?” Wes asked. 

“Because the wishes go south, Wes,” Sam replied. “Your town is going insane.”

Dean eyed Wes in the rearview mirror. “C’mon, you're gonna sit there and tell me that your relationship with Hope is functional; that it's what you wished for?”

“I wished she would love me more than anything,” he replied simply. 

“How’s that going for you?” you asked, voice even, eyes pointed forward. Looking at the man sitting beside you made you physically sick. “That seem healthy? Consensual?”

“Well, it's a hell of a lot better than when she didn't know I was alive.”

“I’d choose your next words very carefully, Wes,” you said calmly. “You imply that what you’re doing is okay one more time, and I will go fucking nuclear.”

Dean discreetly flicked his eyes to yours in the rearview mirror. “You're not supposed to get what you want, man, not like this. Nobody is. That's what the coin does. It takes your heart's desires and it twists it back on you. You hear of the whole, uh, ‘be careful what you wish for’?”

Wes mockingly replied, “ ‘Careful what you wish for.’ You know who says that? Good-looking jerks like you guys. The ones who've got it so easy because you happen to be handsome.”

“Easy?” Sam and Dean scoffed. 

“Yeah. Women— women look at you, right? They notice you.”

You were quite literally biting your tongue to avoid ripping this guy’s head off. 

“Believe us, we do not have it easy,” Sam told him. 

Dean added, “We are miserable. We never get what we want. In fact, we have to fight tooth and nail just to keep whatever it is we got.” You could’ve sworn you felt Dean looking at you, but you couldn’t focus on him at all. 

“But you know what? Maybe that's the whole point, Wes.”

“Yeah, people are people 'cause they're miserable bastards, 'cause they never get what they really want. Take a look at Michael Jackson, hmm? Or Hasselhoff.”

“You know what? Hope loves me now— completely. And it's awesome,” Wes chuckled. “Besides, look around. Where's all this, uh, insanity you guys were talking about?”

You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You quite literally dove across the back seat, raising a fist at Wes and hauling him up by the shirt collar. 

“Whoa! Whoa!” Dean shouted, while Sam begged you to stop. 

Wes’s lip trembled pathetically, and your fist connected with his face in a sickening crack. 

“You son of a bitch!” you shouted. You reared back again, only stopping when the sight of a child holding a truck over his head with three other kids inside caught your eye. 

Dean screeched to a halt near the truck, promptly pulling you off Wes and out of the Impala. “What the fuck, (Y/N)?!”

“He’s holding a girl hostage, Dean!” you argued. “Using magic to force her into sex? I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘im!” 

“Relax!” he urged you. “We’re gonna fix this. But we can’t fix this if you kill this guy, alright?” 

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced your chest. Dean noticed the immediate change in your demeanor, eyes filling with concern. “Whoa, wait, what’s going on?” he asked. 

Your knees buckled, and he caught you easily. He sank to the ground with you, cradling you as you choked on what felt like your own blood. 

“No, no, no, (Y/N)?!” Dean rushed out, cupping your face. “Talk to me, sweetheart, you can’t leave me. Not like this. (Y/N)?!”

You felt blood dribble out of your mouth and down the side of your face, feeling all of your strength leave your body. And then, the world went black. 

****

You blinked repeatedly, squinting up at the bright sun. Then, you threw your arm over your eyes to shield yourself from the light. A small smile tugged at your lips when you realized the ground under you resembled the leathery seat of the Impala. Dean must’ve put you in here when you got knocked out.

Wait… were you knocked out? Or had you been dead?

You sat up, taking in your surroundings. You watched out the front window as Dean mocked cowering away from an eleven-year-old, and three other kids behind him looked horrified before they turned tail and ran away. 

You got out of the car, cracking your neck to get rid of the uncomfortable tightness in it. When Dean saw you, he immediately took his attention away from the kid and turned it to you. He practically sprinted over to you and scooped you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest. His breath tickled your neck as he breathed you in, and you wrapped your arms around his. Although a little dazed, you welcomed the comfort of his embrace. 

“What happened?” you asked as he put you back down. Dean then proceeded to do what he’d done many times before when you’d been hurt. He tucked your hair behind your ear with one hand and cupped your chin with the other while he scanned your face for injuries. 

“Dee, I’m okay, I promise.” You gently grabbed his wrist, stroking it with your thumb. 

“You— You were gone,” he said. “I didn’t— I—”

It was your turn to cup his chin, forcing him to look at you. A tear slipped down his cheek, wetting the palm of your hand. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m fine.”

Then, Sam came over to you. “(Y/N)!” He bent down to hug you, and you happily returned the gesture. “How you feeling?”

“Uh, fine, I think. What the hell happened?” you asked. 

“Hope,” Sam explained. “She heard what you said— and did— to Wes, and she was not happy.”

“And I’m guessing she doesn’t even know who he is now— since I’m, y’know, upright,” you jested. “All the wishes are gone?”

Sam turned to see Audrey walking with her sunburnt parents and a normal-sized teddy bear down the street. “I guess,” he chuckled. 

“Then, so are we,” you said, heading back toward the car. 

“Hang on a second,” Dean said. 

You and Sam turned to face him.

“You were right.” 

Sam looked confused. “About what?”

“I shouldn't have lied to you,” Dean admitted. “I do remember everything that happened to me in the Pit. Everything.”

Sam looked at him expectantly. “So tell me about it,” he prompted.

“No,” the older brother stated plainly. 

Sam snorted. “Uh…”

“I won't lie anymore. But I'm not gonna talk about it.”

“Dean, look, you can't just shoulder this thing alone,” Sam told his brother. “You got to let me help.”

Before Dean could snap, you gently added, “It’s different than a bad day, Sam.”

Sam became slightly hostile toward you. “I know that.”

“Sam,” you sighed. “You don’t. I’m not tryin’ to hurt you here, but your four months was very different than my four months and Dean’s forty—” you quickly tried to cover up your mistake, “four months. There is no forgetting. There’s no making it better. There’s no talking it out. Because experiencing what he did? In real time? Unless you were there with him, you’d never understand it.”

Sam gave you a bizarre look; almost like he wasn’t processing what you were saying. However, he dropped it and got into the backseat of the Impala. 

****

Later that night as Sam slept soundly in the backseat, you and Dean sat beside each other in silence for a while. It felt strange to be in the front seat again; almost as if you were earning “girlfriend privileges” again.

Dean finally spoke up. “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.” You turned to face him, but he didn’t take his eyes from the road. “I’m not trying to.”

“But you did.”

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest and facing away from him. “Dean, I was trying to make that conversation a little easier for you, okay? I’m sorry.”

It was almost as if you’d dumbfounded him because he didn’t speak for quite a few moments after that. “What’s goin’ on with you?” he asked. 

“What do you mean?” you grumbled, still staring out of the window. 

“You’re not… you’re not you,” Dean replied. “You’re— You’re erratic, you’re lashing out; you’re scaring the crap outta me.”

Your heart nearly cracked in your chest, tears springing to your eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“What’s goin’ on?” he asked, his voice gentle. “Sweetheart, you’re supposed to be the stable one here, remember?”

As you choked down your tears, you nodded furiously. You could still feel Dean’s occasional glance to you for the next several miles, almost as if he was hoping you’d crack. Although, when your muffled cries subsided, you just faded off to sleep.

Series Rewrite Taglist: @polireader @brightlilith @atcamillanorrman @jrizzelle @insomnia-bookworm @procrastination20 @mrs-nesmith @djs8891 @tiggytaylor @staple-your-mouth @jesstherebel @rach5ive @strawberrykiwisdogog @bruhidkjustwannaread @mxltifxnd0m @sunshine-on-marz @big-ol-boat @mgchaser @capncrankle @chervbs @simpingdeadcharacters @nesnejwritings @stillhere197 @tearsforhan @take-it-on-the-run @iloveyou2mia @maxinehufflepuffprincess @ohgeehowdigethere @seninjakitey @berarenado @s0urw00lf @princessleahorgana @quarterhorse19 @isla-finke-blog @silverdoragon @karacaroldanvers @gayandfairycore @examishbookwyrm @star-yawnznn @real-sharena-h @fandomloverrr @metalmonki @onlyangel-444 @yu-winchester @benniwiththefanni @daisychaingirl @immagods @missmieux @yoongi-holland @littledebbieinabigworld

[kxsagi]

so i know i just made a request earlier BUT HEAR ME OUTT

Shopping day with rin where he follows reader around like a lost puppy, carrying her bags and shit. he looked so lovesick looking at reader and the next day, he goes to practice to get teased by his teammates cuz some mf took pics of him being sappy and posted it. he realizes His priv relationship with reader was exposed and now they’re trending EVERYWHEREEE, the notifications going crazy. but reader reassures rin it’s alright and that she doesn’t mind at all hehe

VERY SPECIFIC I KNOWW BUT I HAD THIS SCENARIO PLAY OUT IN MY HEAD AND I REALLYY WANNA SEE YOU WRITE IT😞

“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠”

a/n: your ideas girl 😫

btw i wonder if rin really will take the real madrid offer to play with sae

it all started with a simple shopping trip. or at least, that’s what you had intended. a casual day out, just you and rin, hitting a few stores, grabbing a late lunch, and enjoying some much-needed time together before his packed schedule swallowed him whole again. 

but what you didn’t account for was your 6’1 pro soccer-playing boyfriend – aka rin “cold and aloof” itoshi – turning into the most lovesick, clingy golden retriever the second you dragged him into the first store. 

“do you like this one?” you asked, holding up a cute top against your chest, glancing at him for approval. 

rin, with two shopping bags already dangling from his fingers, simply stared at you. like stared stared. his dark eyes all soft and warm, the usual sharpness dulled into something so openly affectionate it was almost disorienting. he didn’t even hear your question. he just blinked once, slowly, and then gave you a dazed nod. 

“you didn’t even look properly,” you teased, lightly poking his cheek. 

he blinked again, snapping out of whatever dreamland you had him in. “huh? no, i did,” he muttered, even though he clearly hadn’t. his hand absentmindedly drifted to the small of your back, pulling you closer, like he needed to feel you against him at all times. 

as you flitted through aisles, tried on shoes, and admired jewelry, rin trailed behind you with zero complaints. he carried your bags without question, let you tug him by the wrist into stores he’d never set foot in on his own, and leaned down so you could fix his slightly messy hair without the faintest protest. 

the striker? he was so damn obvious about how down bad he was. arms loosely draped around your waist as you waited in line. standing a little too close behind you, his chin practically resting on your shoulder, his eyes half-lidded in contentment. one moment he was holding your hand, the next he was absently rubbing your knuckles with his thumb like he forgot the world around him existed. 

and apparently, some nosy ass onlooker with a smartphone found it too cute not to capture. 

the next morning, rin strolled into practice, stretching his arms over his head. his teammates were already mid-warm-up when he entered the pitch. business as usual. or so he thought. 

“yo, loverboy!” karasu called out, breaking into a shit-eating grin. 

rin narrowed his eyes slightly, confused. but before he could question it, his phone buzzed. again. and again. and again. 

he tugged it out of his pocket. his notifications were losing their minds. 

[💬 group chat: FC PXG idiots] shidou: YO LOOK AT RIN LMAOOO 😭😭 charles: bro’s whipped out of his MIND nanase: literal golden retriever bf energy charles: 📸📸📸 LOOK AT THESE PICS HAHAHA 

rin blinked. once. twice. then clicked on the attached images. 

there he was. plastered all over social media. photos of him following you around with heart eyes. one of him holding all your shopping bags with a dopey little half-smile. another where he was standing behind you with his arms lazily draped around your waist while you examined perfume bottles. and to top it all off, there was even a short video someone had taken, captioned: 

“the way this man is so down bad. i want what they have 😭❤️”

his fingers twitched. his entire private relationship, which you both had been so careful to keep under wraps, was now… trending. 

“what the hell…” rin muttered under his breath, swiping through post after post. his face grew warmer with every one. 

and of course, his teammates didn’t let it slide. 

“damn, you’re practically wagging your tail in that one,” karasu teased, clapping rin on the back. 

“dude, you were looking at her like you were about to drop to one knee right in the mall,” shidou added, smirking. 

charles snorted, scrolling through the tags. “bro, you’re trending everywhere. even my aunt just reposted you guys with the caption: ‘young love is beautiful 💕.’” 

rin was gonna pass out. or combust. maybe both. 

he clamped a hand over his mouth, muttering, “i’m never showing my face in public again.” 

but then his phone buzzed. a message from you. 

[💬 pretty 💕] sooo… we’re kinda trending lol 🤭 do u hate me for making u go shopping? ☹️

his shoulders sagged slightly. he exhaled and typed back. 

[💬 maybelline sky high mascara 🩵] … no but i might have to retire early and flee the country. 

hours later, practice wrapped up, and you were already waiting for him by the gates. sunglasses perched on your nose, a small smirk tugging at your lips. the second he spotted you, he beelined over. 

“you’re taking this way too well,” he muttered, tugging down your glasses slightly to meet your eyes. 

you hummed, tilting your head. “should i be freaking out?” 

“uh, yeah? everyone knows about us now.” his voice was quieter than usual, like he was worried someone might still be eavesdropping. 

but you just grinned. stepping closer, you looped your arms around his neck and tugged him down slightly, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “is that so bad?” 

rin blinked at you, clearly thrown off by how unfazed you were. your thumbs brushed against the nape of his neck, grounding him, while his hands automatically found your waist. 

“i don’t mind,” you murmured softly. “i mean… it’s you. why would i?” 

for a second, his breath caught. the tension in his shoulders unraveled all at once, and his fingers curled into the fabric of your jeans, holding you a little tighter. 

his lips brushed against your temple. “you’re dangerous, y’know that?” he mumbled. 

“mhm.” you smiled, leaning back slightly to look at him. “but you love me anyway.” 

his dark eyes softened even further, and he leaned down again, pressing his forehead lightly to yours. the notifications could wait. the trending tweets could wait. the entire world could wait. 

because right now? rin only saw you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢