#i don't knowww i don't know that really put me off

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Omg yay!! I'm so excited to dive into your thoughts on Part 2. As you saw, it's a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. 😅

Alright it is devastating right off the bat and I know, I know I should be worried about her and I am. I am SO worried, but my mind completely went somewhere else when Dean PICKED HER UP. The man is so strong and I am just...

LOL girl I don't blame you for being distracted. The mental image of Dean manhandling in Protective Mode does things to me too. 🤣

I was prepared for this coming but dang... "I hope you've learned your damn lesson" is a line that breaks my heart more than I should. It cuts to the quick for me, because to me it's worse than just saying "I told you not to do something." It's not heartless, but it's enough of a rendition of it that it just makes you go "oh wow."

I love this observation. That's exactly what I felt inherently when I was writing that line. It felt more powerful to me than "I told you so" or the like. It has the feeling of that, but with more of an edge, even though you know he cares about her.

I was literally screaming. It's like he wants her to kill him. I know that Dean loves her so much but oh my goodness it's about to get so real for him. Man is about to be torn to shreds.

LMAO I remember someone saw the preview of Part 2 and commented, "the quiet, but devastating anger he'd be reckoned with if he said that to me." And I was like, YEP, that's exactly it. Mans playing with his life. 😅😅😅

You just wanna go:

Even though she's upset, Dean is still her best friend and the man she loves and even though he's the one that made her feel this way, she still wants to be comforted by his presence. I always think that, this particular thing is so bittersweet to read about in relationships. Or at least that's how I took this bit 😅.

That's precisely how I intended it! Now looking back, I feel like I should have had her leave him by himself in his room to sleep in another room. But at the time I was writing, I was thinking that for her in particular, despite this being the biggest fight they've had so far in their relationship, he's still the one that makes her feel safe after a bad hunt. 💙

Side note: I am happy that the reader didn't have to tell the woman about her son. That would have broken me to read that especially after the reader promised that they would find her son in part one.

Oh my God, yeah. I considered having her be the one to face her "mistake" and talk to the mother, but I felt that having Sam take that on would be better, even as it added to the reader's guilt (and it would keep the story moving).

Oh my word. I love you friend, but WHY!? Dang it, this pricked at my heart. It's so good, so heart wrenching. I feel so bad for him, but it really just reinforces why he "lost it" with the reader earlier. Goodness the trope of the reader getting yelled at by someone who loves them about putting themselves in danger really is just such a good one for Dean and you do it so well.

Lmaooo I knowww, I'm sorry! All the angsty feels in this one. 😭 Now you see the full weight of why Dean popped off the way he did. He just feels things so deeply, it comes out sometimes in anger, when at the root of it all, it's fear.

Thank you though for that compliment! I think this is the only time I've written that Dean trope. Because I honestly think it's overused, but I tried to do it in a way that made sense for the ultimate growth of their relationship and who Dean is.

His apology is really just pricking at my heart. It's so good, so forthcoming so honest. And the thought that he was "better off alone" is so on brand for him. I know that we've talked about that before, but it really does fit him, and I love how you weave it into this fic.

Aww thank you! 😭😭 Weirdly enough, that was one of my favorite parts to write? Maybe I just like the heartfelt hurt/comfort breaking into fluff moments. The "better off alone" thing I thought was implied throughout the later seasons of the show after Dean lets go of Lisa and Ben, so I wanted to explore that deeper here, even though it hurt my heart to write it. 💙

She's crying... I'm crying. It's really just tears all around and such a good moment. Also the him saying "You don't have to cry for that"... YES SHE DOES.

Everyone's crying!! 😭 YES ABSOLUTELY SHE DOES -- and she's a verified crier. I see a lot of fics where the reader is tough as nails, "doesn't cry very often," but I wanted to create a reader character who is a badass, but still has a soft heart. (Latinas also can be very emotional, but not to say we're adhering to stereotypes around here LOL. 🤣🤣)

This is just overall a really wonderful vulnerable moment that you've captured that feels real for both the reader and Dean. Especially when she talks about "working with my heart, not my head." I think that if it were me, I would also be "working with my heart." I don't think that I'd be able to take myself emotionally out of the situation that they're in all the time because they're hunters.

Thank you so much!! 🙏🏽🥹🥹 Yeah same, and it's definitely a contrast with Dean, who obviously cares about helping people and takes way too much responsibility on his shoulders, but he's been doing this so long and seen so much that he's learned to compartmentalize a bit more.

Hoping for some FORESHADOWING 🙏🏻👀

Oh girl yesss! If you make it to the last two stories in the series, remember this moment. 😏💜

Also the salsa lesson is just so cute. And the way you took a really emotional moment to a cute salsa dance to a steamy session to a giggly awkward moment is great. The transitions make it seamless. And the song choices were perfect! When the reader was describing what the song meant I was like, "oh yeah, that's him right there. There's the man officer." lmao 🤣

Ahaha thank you so much!! I LOVE me some salsa music, and it was a fun challenge to try and transition between these scenes. From one writer to another, I always appreciate those "technical" observations. 💓💓💓

Oh big YEP!! "Devorame Otra Ves" was the first song I thought of when the salsa idea came. Dean, in fact, is that guy. 🤣🤣

I was again so emotional reading this, because oh my word, poor Dean just reliving the moments where the reader almost died.

Sorry for jerking the angsty chain again there! 🤣 Poor guy, he went through an ordeal just as much as she did.

And also the final scene 👀🌶️ I should have known from the gif at the beginning tbh lol.

LMAO Oh yeah, the gif was a dead giveaway for what was coming later on. 😏 And thank you for shouting out the “What, now you’re shy?” line! It's a special kind of intimate, I thought, for her to be kind of embarrassed about what she's just done, but Dean like, "uh-uh, you're not getting away that easily." 😂😂

Also I love you for using a Chicago Fire gif!! loll Was a big fan of that show back in the day.

Not to mention that the sex was also giggly towards the end and I really just love that. And the love confessions KNOCKED ME OUT.

Awww thank you! I love me some fun giggly romantic smut. 😂

Fun fact on her confession! When she says I love you twice, she's actually saying it in two different ways:

I love you, you’d said. I love you ("te amo," you're my love) and I love you ("te quiero," you're my family), more than you can believe and understand.

Oh I'm riding a train of emotions, and all of this was so good. Especially Sam walking in on them. I was laughing so hard at Dean's reaction:

Lol but seriously, I really appreciate that, thank you!! This story was definitely an emotional rollercoaster. I'm so glad you enjoyed it though!! 💕 ...And Sam's little mishap LOL. Dean has very little shame -- something he's going to prove later on again in the series. 😂

It's all wonderful my friend! And I can't wait to read another fic from this universe! 😊

Thank you SO very much!! Honestly you don't know how happy it makes me that you're enjoying this series so far -- and spoiling me with such lovely and thoughtful feedback. 🥰💕💕

Devour Me - Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader 

Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

AN: Here's Part 2! **Read Devour Me: Part 1

Song Inspo: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique. But really it’s “Ven Devórame Otra Ves” by Lalo Rodriguez. (You’ll see why.) 🤭

Word Count: 5,400

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Blood, character death and violence, smutty smut, angst, Dominican slang, and tons of sexy fluff.

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Part 2: "Telenovela Style"

Your resulting scream of agony is as unforgiving as the ground when your knees buckle, hitting the hard cement.

Andy grips you with the strength of a monster. 

Then he holds you down as he drinks your blood. 

No matter how you struggle and whimper, you can’t push him off, and you’re getting weaker by the second.

Until Andy is ripped away from your neck, and is taken care of the way all vampires must be. He doesn’t even feel the blade coming. 

When you’re able to look up, Dean stands above you with thinly veiled fury. He doesn’t have time to consider what he’s just done. 

He bends to gather you up into his arms, all the while trying to stamp down the panic clenching his heart. He calls your name, but you can only make weak sounds as your bleary eyes meet his. 

“Dean,” you manage. The ragged wound in your neck is bleeding profusely down your chest and shoulder, seeping into your shirt. He takes your hand and clamps it hard against your neck, even though it makes you whimper.

“Gotta stop the bleeding,” he says, apologetic but firm. “Keep pressing.”

In your stupor of pain, you don’t realize that your screech woke the entire nest. Dean has to lock up his worry; he looks up and finds his brother and Cas already fighting a hoard of angry vampires. 

Dean carries you over to them and lays you down against the wall with the other humans. He keeps a protective line in front of you, but he decapitates a vampire before she can sink her fangs into Sam next.

The two of them work together, and with Castiel’s smiting power behind them, the angel and the two men are able to clear the rest of the nest. 

By the end, only you and two of the women being held captive are still alive. The third girl’s heart just finally gave out. Sam takes the survivors to the nearest hospital. 

Meanwhile, Castiel approaches where you sit up against the inside of the barn, barely awake, while Dean kneels with you, holding you to his chest. He meet’s Cas’s blue-eyed request with a nod. So Cas stretches out a hand and touches two fingers to your forehead. 

You’re healed in an instant. Dean marvels, like he always does when Cas displays his power. Dean is able to breathe a little easier, the vice grip on his heart easing as he touches your neck.

The tan skin is once again smooth, if still stained with blood. You blink back into wakeful consciousness. 

He shifts so he can see your face. “You okay?” 

You meet his eyes but can only nod. His jaw is still tight and tense, and you can’t blame him. 

You know you’ve messed up. Big time. You nearly got everyone killed, including yourself…and now, you have to tell a mother that her son is dead. 

Dean helps you up, holding you by your arms and waist until you’re steady on your feet. You have a hard time meeting his eyes, but when open your mouth to apologize, he beats you to it. 

“I hope you’ve learned your damn lesson,” he says. 

Your gaze snaps up to his. “Excuse me?”

Dean’s hands go to his hips as his brows raise at you. 

“Next time, when I tell you to hang back, I mean that shit. Hang the hell back,” he all but growls. 

You tilt your head at him as your irritation begins to spark. Meanwhile, Castiel is the one who backs up as he glances between you and Dean uncertainly.

“I made a mistake, but that doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do,” you shoot back. “I was a hunter long before I met you.” 

“Yeah, well, color me surprised that you’ve made it this long,” he snaps. 

Your temper flares hotter. “You know, you’re not so goddamn perfect either.” 

“Never said I was,” Dean says. “But when my gut tells me something ain’t right, I need you to fucking listen. Otherwise, we get a day like today.”

His words are edged with grit by the end of his little rant, and you don’t appreciate it. Your lips purse in anger.

“I don’t care what that legendary gut tells you,” you sass back. “I’m not a little girl, and you’re not my damn father!”

Dean raises incredulous brows at the way you’re shouting at him. He crosses his arms. 

“What’s this, some kind of Latina temper?” he asks snidely. 

You truly become incensed at that. 

“Oh, you want to take it there?” you ask, as your eyes narrow. “Que sin vergüenza tú eres. Sigue jodiendo conmigo, coño. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Dean won’t admit it, but in that moment, he’s a bit intimidated by the quiet threat in your voice. Still, his fuse is lit, and he’s way beyond curbing his internal filter.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does this telenovela-style tongue lashing come with subtitles?” he snarks. 

You let out an incredulous breath. Your eyes begin to sting.

“You’re such an asshole!” you shout back. There, understand that?

You turn away from him before your frustrated tears can fall, but you stop short once you notice Castiel dragging out the bodies of the dead…including Andy. Your throat constricts, and you begin to stalk out of the barn. 

Dean calls your name in frustration. 

“What?” you hiss. 

The only thing that makes him hesitate is seeing the state of you when you turn back around. His anger crumbles, and maybe something in him breaks when he sees your tears. They’ve welled up in your eyes, and a few of them carve a path down your cheeks. 

You’re still covered in your own blood, and he hates it. He hates it more than anything. 

Later, you see the state of yourself when Sam returns with the Impala. In the reflection on the backseat window, you see the blood dried down your neck, staining nearly half of your shirt.

You see the black rings of your mascara and eyeliner around your eyes. You look a mess, and you try to wipe underneath your eyes. It’s a fruitless effort.

After you all finish burning the bodies, Dean starts the long drive home. You insist on stopping to tell Rachel Campbell about her son, but Sam says he already took care of it when he drove into town. 

You frown, but you no longer have the energy to be angry. You further withdraw into yourself, and your lower lip trembles as you look out the window. Through the rearview mirror, Dean sees more tears slipping down your face.

What Sam told him (but he won’t tell you), is what one of the survivors said. One of the mated pairs had taken Andy…to “adopt” a son of their own. 

That night is quiet and tense in Dean’s room. You have to wash your hair all over again, and scrub the blood and grime from your body until only your skin remains. But you don’t have the energy to do more than braid your wet hair afterwards and pull on your lucky Journey shirt, which is still full of holes. 

Dean knows that it’s bad when you need the “dreamcatcher,” as he’s called it in his head. You’ve never had a nightmare while wearing that shirt, or so you claimed a while back. 

You wear it over some long pajama pants instead of your usual shorts, or better yet, nothing at all. But he can see what kind of mood you’re in. Things are unsettled as you both get ready for bed in silence. 

He notes the way you turn to face the other side in bed, maybe to avoid him. Though if you really wanted to do that, you could’ve gone to your old room.

So in more ways than one, Dean takes some solace in the fact that you’re still next to him. And he decides to give you some time and space. 

He goes to bed and tries in vain to sleep.

In the morning, Dean’s woken by the familiar smell of coffee…and the less familiar sound of loud salsa music. 

What the fuck?

After he brushes his teeth, he puts on his robe and slippers and heads down to the kitchen, where he finds you in a seemingly better mood. You’re mopping the floor, of all things. You’re out of your pajamas, instead wearing a loose shirt that falls off your shoulder and some spandex shorts. 

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo,” you sing softly along with the music as you dance from the kitchen to the living room. Your phone is connected to a Bluetooth speaker on the coffee table. 

Dean starts to smile, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway to watch you.

At an instrumental break with a run of conga drums and trumpets, you pause in your mopping to do a little twirl as you dance, with a soulful roll of hips and a flair of salsa steps. It makes Dean’s smile kick up into a smirk.

He walks in on purposefully light feet until he’s sidled up behind you in the living room.

“Nice moves, Shakira,” he quips. 

It startles a shriek of surprise out of you as you whirl around. Dean’s smile hikes up into a grin, but it soon fades when he remembers the way your scream rang through his ears last night. The way his heart dropped into his stomach, and his head swiveled at the sound. And he saw you go down hard. 

Then the rest of it tumbles through his mind—what he had to do afterwards in order to save you. How he’d did it without really thinking, his panic and determination blocking out almost everything else when he’d grabbed the kid. The monster, he forcibly reminds himself. 

“You trying to give me a heart attack?” you ask with a hand on your heart. 

Dean forces himself to smile a little. “Sorry. But might I remind you, not everyone here’s an early bird.”

You give him a wry look.

“You’re the only one around here who sleeps past 10 a.m. Cas dipped out a while ago, and Sam’s on a run.” 

But you graciously grab your phone to lower the music to a more bearable level. Dean doesn’t yet know this about you, but this—listening to music, dancing, cleaning—it’s all your way of coping…and releasing as much of your pain, terror, and regret from yesterday as possible. 

You then look up at him more guarded. The two of you exchanged a lot of unsavory words last night. In fact, it may just be the worst fight you two have ever had in almost three years of knowing one another.  

Dean senses the shift in you, and his amusement fades. He just can't let things stay like this. He won't.

He hazards drawing closer and touching your arm.

“Look…I’m sorry for snapping at you yesterday. I know I was being a dick,” he says. “You’ve just gotta understand something.”

You wait for him to continue with furrowed brows, sensing that whatever he’s about to say is hard for him. 

“There’s a reason I don’t do this. The uh, relationship thing,” Dean continues, clearing his throat. His thumb swipes along your arm. “It’s not just this job. It’s my fucked up life. I tried to warn you before—” 

“Dean,” you say with a sigh, but he raises his hand. 

“Please, just…let me say it,” he says. “You know the spiel. But things can change on a dime. Even on a damn milk run, like a dusty nest of vamps.”

You know that. You know you could’ve died yesterday, and he doesn’t need to remind you of that fact. Before you can start to get petulant again though, Dean continues. His jaw is working, like this next part is more difficult for him to admit.

“Trust me when I say, us being together is dangerous, for both of us,” he says. “For a while I, uh…I started to think Sam and I were better off alone.”

That casts you into dismay. Because you know Dean isn’t lying. He’s really contemplated spending the rest of his life devoid of love, so he won’t have to lose it. 

Dangerous, for both of us.

You realize then what Dean’s really saying. He’s afraid…afraid to lose you. You see it in his furrowed brows, the downturn of his lips, and whatever pain he’s trying to hide in the depths of his eyes. 

And just like that, the water works start. You can’t quite keep your tears at bay as you hold onto his shirt. He lets out a resigned sigh as he holds you by your arms. 

“You don’t have to cry for that,” he says, a bit teasing. 

“Have you met me?” you sniff. But you manage to look up at him with your glassy eyes. “I’m sorry too. God, I’m so sorry, Dean.” 

Your fist clenches in his shirt when you remember Andy, latched onto your neck, and how Dean had to save you. You know he’s remembering it too when his brows furrow, and his gaze falls away. You reach a hand for his cheek.

“I know I fucked up,” you admit. “I was working with my heart, not my head. I just…”

You wanted so badly to help that kid and his mother. You also know that Dean understands; you see it in his eyes. He holds your hand to his cheek and brushes his thumb across the back of your hand.

“I know,” he says. “I really am sorry, baby.” 

The problem is, you didn’t just see your own mother in Rachel. She hadn’t been much older than you. And when you imagine a life beyond hunting, more than anything (no matter how much you shove down the idea), you really do want a family of your own someday. 

It’s just…days like yesterday remind you why that could be a very bad idea. 

More of your tears bubble over, and you head willingly into Dean’s arms. “Me too…”

He holds you tighter than ever. His hands rub down your back, tangle in your hair, and he drops his lips onto your hair. You sniffle, wiping your face dry in his shirt. And for a while, the two of you have peace in the relative quiet. 

Music still plays from the speaker though. And when another salsa song starts to play on your playlist, you start swaying. A smile works its way onto Dean’s face. 

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” he teases.

You smile into his chest. “We should go dancing sometime.”

Dean just laughs. “Oooh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” you reply, batting your lashes up at him. You slip a hand on his shoulder and into one of his hands. He’s forced to hold you as if the two of you were about to start Fred Astair-ing across the living room. 

“Have you ever danced before?” you ask. “Like real dancing.” 

“Not salsa, I’ll tell you that,” he quips. 

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you,” you reply with a coquettish smile. “It’s just a few simple moves.”

Dean gives you a wan look. “You made it look anything but simple.”

You blush at that, but you meet him with a pout of disappointment. You don’t let up, even when Dean frowns. He huffs at you in resistance.

“No,” he insists. You just brush a gentle thumb along his neck, biting your lip in askance.  

But the longer he stares at your beautiful, hopeful eyes, the more cracks form in his resolve. 

Eventually, Dean breaks with a sigh, and a shake of his head. 

“You’re too much, you know that?” he mutters.

It’s then that you know you’ve won.

So with a happy squeal of excitement, you clap your hands and move to stand next to him so you can show him the basic steps of salsa dancing. 

You make him take off his robe and slippers, leaving in his shirt and plaid pajama pants. Then you instruct him for a few minutes, correcting his footing and getting him to move on a beat. You’re pleasantly surprised that he has some rhythm.  

Dean sighs once again. How the hell did we get here? Heat crawls up the back of his neck as embarrassment starts to set in. 

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he grumbles.

“You’re doing good,” you encourage, with a growing smile. “Now come on, feel the beat in threes. One, two, three. One, two, three…”

Once he sort of has the basic steps and turns down, you move to stand in front of him. There you show him how to hold you, how he’ll move forward, and you’ll move back. It takes a little while, but you slowly move through the combinations, then do a little twirl underneath his hand. 

When he pulls you back in without faltering, you give him a beaming smile. “Very good!”

A subtle grin raises his lips at your enthusiasm. He also feels his face heating up at the praise.

But you pause when a certain song filters through the speakers. It’s an old one (and it never fails to make you blush), but you love it.  

“Ooh, yes,” you exclaim with delight, and you turn up the volume.

“What’s this one?” Dean asks.

“Ven Devórame Otra Ves,” you inform him. Not that he knows what that means. You sing along a bit with the first couple of verses while you encourage Dean to lead you in the dance. 

This song is just slow enough for him to attempt it, and the funny thing is, he doesn’t feel all that uncomfortable with the steps now. He’s starting to get a feel for how to move, both with his feet, and with his hands as he guides you by your waist, holding your hand close to his chest. Still, Dean’s also curious about the lyrics you’re singing. 

“What does it mean?” he asks.

You huff in amusement. “You sure you want to know?”

Dean raises a brow. “Well, now I gotta know.” 

You giggle at that, though you correct his steps when he leads with the wrong foot. 

“Okay. It’s about a guy who’s pretty much a player,” you say with a smirk. “His bed has been a revolving door of hot ass, but he keeps thinking about this one woman who used to have him turned inside out…”

Dean’s lips curve at the familiar image you’re conjuring. He manages to turn you under his hand, then pull you back to him in one smooth motion. He looks down at you with a deeper gleam in his eyes. You bite your lip, soothing your hand from his shoulder and down his arm.

As the song’s verses come, you translate for him. And for Dean, your voice in itself is a spell.

“Even in my dreams, he says, I thought I had you devouring me. And I dampened my white sheets remembering you,” you begin. Your words are smooth like black velvet. “In my bed, no one is like you, who draws my body on every corner, without a piece of skin left over.”

Dean is getting hot under the collar as you push away, dragging your fingertips along his back as you turn around him. When you come back into his line of vision, his attention is attracted to the sway of your hips, clad just in those little spandex shorts. He has to clear his throat a bit. 

You eventually return to him with a warm hand against his chest. 

“Ven, devórame otra ves. It means, come devour me again,” you continue, looking up at him from under your lashes, “Come punish me more with your desire. Because I kept my love for you…because my mouth has the taste of your body.” 

You smile at the laser focus of his green-eyed gaze. “Come devour me again.”

You push off with another little spin. When you reach for his hand, Dean yanks you back into him, eliciting a gasp. The move disorients you for a moment, but you giggle and hold onto his arms. Your hands glide up to rest on his shoulders. 

He’s holding you flush against him, and as you shift a thigh between his legs, you unintentionally graze against his hardening length. You look up at him with a smirk.

“You’re a little…stiff,” you say, both flirtatious and teasing. “Let’s loosen you up.”

You shake his shoulders out and try to get him to relax. Dean raises a wry brow, because you know damn well whose fault it is that his body is coiled tight. But you place his hands on your hips as you move back into the dance. 

“Feel what I’m doing there?” you ask. He looks down on you with growing heat.

“If I could do that, we wouldn’t be together,” he rumbles. 

You try to stifle a laugh as he pulls you in close again, just swaying for a bit. Soon enough, you grin knowingly when his hands start to slide lower on your ass. His head bows to yours, ready to meet you with a kiss. 

You stop him with your finger on his lips.

“Question: do you consider yourself more of a tits or ass man?” you ask him. You’re half teasing, but still curious. Dean snorts at the question. 

“More of a connoisseur,” he replies, smirking. 

“Ah.” You nod sagely, and you point between him and yourself. “So this is like a ‘sample the menu’ situation.”

Dean’s smirk deepens. “Sweetheart, you’re a goddamn buffet.”

You splutter laughing…and that’s when he finally pounces. He claims your lips with greedy passion. His hand winds into your hair, gripping tight and ruining what’s left of your loose ponytail. The strands coil around his hand in messy curls while he also gets a healthy grip of your ass through your thin shorts. 

You smile into his lips, even as you acquiesce to him guiding your head to the side, so he can slip his tongue against yours. You grip his arms more for stability while he manhandles you, kneading soft flesh and making pleasant tingles run up your spine. 

After a little while, his mouth burns a hot path away from yours. He noses down your neck, skimming his lips across your skin. It sets your nerve endings on fire and gets you breathing more shallowly in his ear. You cling to the back of his shirt, holding him close. 

Often he’s one to leave love bites of varying degrees, wherever he sees fit. But for a moment he stops at the crook of your neck, just pressing a lingering kiss.

He lets out a deep breath, and you realize he’s probably thinking about where you were bitten. The wound is gone, but it doesn’t change what’s imprinted in both of your minds.  

A softer smile grows on your face. You trail your fingers up into his hair, massaging the back of his neck. 

“I’m okay,” you remind him. Dean hums deep in agreement. You know, however, that he’s still thinking far too much.

So you slide your hands down, slow between the dips and planes of muscle in his back, and rest at his hips. Your thumbs delve under the hem of his shirt and tease the skin there. 

And you start slow, pressing wet, nipping kisses of your own to his neck while you inch his shirt up. You feel his smile on your neck. His grip on your hip flares to life. Still, he lets you tug his shirt up and over his head. Your loose shirt comes next, revealing the same black satin and lace bra you wore the first time he ever got you topless in his arms. 

A fan favorite. Dean grins. He reaches around to go for the clasp, but your firm push on his chest takes him by surprise.

He falls back onto the couch with a grunt, looking up at you then with raised brows. You’ve got a mischievous little smirk on your face that heats his blood and makes his cock twitch.

You take out the rest of your falling ponytail, shaking your hair out wild. Then you let your hands drift down your neck, over your clothed breasts, and finally to your little shorts.

Dean rubs his palms down his thighs and watches. A smirk forms across his lips as you slide the fabric down the curve of your hips. It leaves you in a red thong, familiar to him by the little tear it has on the front. (Again, his fault.)

You climb aboard his strong thighs to straddle his lap, using his shoulders as leverage as you sink down. You make sure to rub yourself teasingly against his clothed erection. He groans in appreciation. His hands fly to your soft, thick thighs and squeeze. 

“Aw, I like this,” Dean says, half on another moan as you grind down a bit harder on him. 

“Yeah?” you tease. You take his face in your hands and capture his lips with your own. Your tongue invades his mouth, and he welcomes you with a deep hum. It’s slow and hot at first, but Dean feels the loss of you when you break from his lips.

Instead, you treat him with the same trail of kisses he gave you, along the curve of his jaw and down his neck. But you don’t stop there.

Your hands move over his chest with purpose, tweaking over each hard nipple while your mouth burns a wet line down and down his sternum. Dean groans at your ministrations, but lets you leave his lap to slide down to the ground, between his thighs. 

“What’re you up to, baby?” he asks, despite having a very good idea of it. He catches the playful, yet determined gleam in your eye. 

You pause, briefly leaning back up to give him a heated kiss. You part from him with a grin. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” you ask. “I’m gonna devour you.”

Dean stares hard at you as goosebumps break out across his forearms. 

Oh, fuck yeah. 

A giggle bubbles in your throat at the expression on his face. But you continue, taking his pants down his legs first, before his boxer briefs. 

Dean’s body tenses in anticipation. You’ve gone down on him before, but somehow it’s different this time. He feels like every single one of his nerve endings stands at attention along with his dick. And you’re taking your sweet time working him up. 

Even when his cock is finally free, you sooth your hands down his legs first, maybe teasing him a bit as you drag your nails down his inner thighs. Dean makes a strained sound, though he tries to hide it by clearing his throat.

Your gaze flicks up to his with a little smile. He’s holding the back of the couch; his fingers are digging into the old cushion in effort to keep still for you. But his eyes stare into yours like a man starving. You know what you’re in for after you have your way with him, but for now, he’s quite literally under your control. 

So you take him in your hands first. Dean groans as you tease him with light touches, soft movements, your thumb slowly circling over the sensitive, weeping head of his cock. It's torturous enough to make him drop his head back against the couch, closing his eyes tight.

And suddenly, he blinks them open again.

“Shit,” he utters, when you finally take him into your mouth. Your tongue is soft and wet, your lips move over him steadily, and your hands caress whatever your mouth can’t take, even teasing his balls. 

You work him over relentlessly, until he can’t help but spill everything he has to give into your waiting mouth. When you suck off and swallow whatever remains, Dean’s heart stutters like syncopated conga drums. 

He shudders and struggles for breath afterwards, watching your every movement—from wiping your mouth to shooting him that satisfied little smirk. 

You press one last kiss to the inside of his thigh before you raise from where you’ve been kneeling on the hard ground. 

Dean manages to lean forward and helps you up by your elbows. But then he pulls you back into his lap and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t let up until you’re panting with him.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he manages to say. His voice is deep and laced with grit. 

He’s still panting heavily. You giggle and press your warming face into his neck. 

“What, now you’re shy?” he remarks. And he has to laugh. “Come back here.”

He brings your face back to him with a hand on your cheek. For a second, he just looks at you. His thumb strokes across your full, thoroughly kissed bottom lip.  

“Say it,” you encourage softly. “Whatever you’re thinking. Right now.”

A smile tugs at his lips. He can’t help but oblige you. 

“You’re too damn much,” he says again, both gruff and fond. Despite how you drive him up the fucking wall sometimes, he doesn't think it'll ever be enough for him, what he has with you.

Because this is something he'd almost given up on. Didn't think he'd get to have it. And it almost scares him, how much he wants you. How much he...

“I love you,” he says. His thumb traces along the familiar curve of your cheek.

It hasn’t been all that long, but he knows. You weaseled your way in without even trying. The least he can do for you is be honest.

Your fingers curl around his wrist, holding his hand in place. You tilt your head at him.

“Oh, yeah?” you ask. 

Dean hesitates, but he nods. “Yeah.”

A smile grows across your face. “Eh, I’m still on the fence.”

At his flat look, you laugh and lean in for a kiss. He allows it, a little petulantly. But you make up for it with sweet affection. Your gentle hands stroke down the column of his neck, down his chest. You then lean back so he can see your face.

“Yo te amo,” you whisper. “Te amo y te quiero, más que tú puedes creer y entender.”

Dean smiles. He doesn’t understand all of it, but he gets the important bits. He hears it in the tone of your voice. He sees it in your eyes. They shine with emotion, but mainly with love. 

Dean kisses your hand. He lets go, just so he can slip his hands around you to finally unhook your bra. He tosses it across the room without bothering to see where it lands.

You do though, and you meet him with a slightly narrowed gaze. 

“Are you making a mess of my clean bunker?” you tease. 

His lips curve as he kisses you again, while his hands each get a generous handful of your breasts. 

“Ah, hello, ladies." He grins. "Miss me?”

You can’t help but laugh. He’s such a dork sometimes.

But you hum when his thumbs brush over hardened nipples, then drag deliberate circles over them, and pinch just hard enough to make you whimper in pleasure. The sensation zips through you, enhancing the flood between your legs. 

“I fucking love that sound,” Dean mutters, and licks a hot path in the valley between your breasts. His lips move against your dewy skin when he says, “Do that for me again.”

When he takes a nipple in his mouth and nips a bit hard, you have to oblige him. Your voice rising high is music to his ears.  

So he goes for your panties next. You help him get them off and return to his lap. With a breathy moan, you revel at the feeling of his fingers probing into your wet heat.  

However, you and Dean have been too engrossed in one another to notice the door of the bunker unlocking, and heavy steps down the spiral staircase. 

It’s Sam who’s back from his run. Unfortunately, he soon has to shield his eyes upon reaching the living room. 

“Damn it, Dean!”

You yelp in surprise, but Dean laughs and holds you close to shield you from view. As a bonus, it presses your breasts against his chest. 

“All right, Sammy. Go to your room,” he chides playfully (but he means it). “The adults are havin’ a moment.”

Sam scoffs. “You’re having a moment on the goddamn couch!”

“Sorry,” you say, though it’s muffled in Dean’s neck. Your face is red hot with embarrassment. 

Sam rolls his eyes heavenward and tries not to see anything else on his way to his room. 

But Dean’s chuckle reverberates through your chest as his hand goes to your cheek. He encourages you to pull back, so he can see your face again. 

When he does, he smirks at the scarlet blush dusting your cheeks and neck. You bite your lower lip, but despite your embarrassment, you’re happy.

Your own words replay in your mind when you lean in for another kiss.

I love you, you’d said. I love you and I love you, more than you can believe and understand. 

AN: Yay! I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of the “Midnight Espresso”-verse! I loved writing this one so much. I know we're just doing fanfic here, but I genuinely put my heart and soul into this one. ❤️

Also, here are a couple of Spanish translations:

(Note: other Spanish-speaking countries may interpret certain words differently.)

[During their fight]: 

“Que sin vergüenza tú eres. Sigue jodiendo conmigo, coño. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Translation:

“You’re shameless. Keep messing with me, damn it. Then you’re going to see who I am (<- This is Dominican slang. It essentially means fuck around and find out what I'm made of.).”

[Song lyrics: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique]: 

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo.”

Translation:

“I don’t know tomorrow. I don’t know tomorrow. If we’ll be together, if the world will end.”

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Next in this series is "Chico Malo" ("Bad Boy"):

Summary: You catch Dean red-handed—with one of his favorite episodes of Casa Erotica.

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[beauzos]

i started reading A Terrible Glory and it said there was peace in the Northern Plains for a while bcs of a “stunning cavalry victory on the Washita River” and i had to put it down because. stunning victory at the Washita River? victory? at the fucking Washita Massacre? there was nothing to be victorious for, it wasn’t even a battle??!?!?? i mean i guess if you count the Cheyenne warriors fighting back after their camp got AMBUSHED then sure????

like i don’t think the book is presenting Custer’s “victory” as a good thing but i’m stunned you’d even refer to it as a victory considering it was a massacre, rather than a real battle imo. you wouldn’t call what the Colorado Cavalry did at Sand Creek a fucking victory now would we

[leahswife]

"mira, alexia"

summary: your national team is playing against spain and you can't help but tease your girlfriend and your club teammates before the game

the euro qualifications had been eventful, to say the least. you were proud you and your national team were able to qualify far enough to play against such a strong team like spain, but you knew your club teammates were going to be relentless and it was going to be no easy game for you.

nonetheless, you tried to keep the atmosphere light and playful, despite the anxiety filling in your chest and knowing how much this meant to everyone. but that didn't mean you couldn't have a conversation with your rivals during warm-ups, especially when you saw your girlfriend looking so focused. if it wasn't for the smile she gave you when entering the field with her team, you could swear she hadn't even acknowledged your presence.

you wouldn't take too long. besides, you were known for your teasing behaviour so it was no surprise to anyone for you to try to keep the light mood. you walked over to the spaniards, standing silently behind a stretching, clueless aitana. alexia immediately saw you when you were approaching and noticed the mischievous look on your face which prompted her to give you a stern look. that only made you snicker when you pushed your knee slightly against aitana's behind, throwing her a bit off her balance and plant her hands on the ground.

"mira, alexia. i'm gonna injure your players." you said, as you pulled softly on ona's braid, who quickly swapped your hand away. alexia rolled her eyes but didn't hide the amused smile on her face while she was focusing on her drills. aitana, however, quickly stood back up on her feet and turned around to look at you with a glare. you smiled and pinched her cheeks, "mi aitanita, no te enfades conmigo (my aitanita, don't get mad at me)". she couldn't help but smile at your accent when speaking spanish but was quick to put on her professional face again. "que haces aquí? go practice with your team, we have an important game, y/n." 

"i know baby, i just came to tell you how beautiful you looked." she scoffed, "no, you didn't." she crossed her arms. you weren't too much of a fan of pda but you don't know what it was about aitana, you've just always gravitated towards her and weren't shy to give her physical affection. you put your hands on her waist, not wanting to overstep in such a public place, with way too many cameras to count. "you're right, i came to ask you to let us win." you stuck your tongue out and she rolled her eyes at your statement with a smile, knowing you too well and when you were joking. you melted at the sight, aitana's smile never failing to make your heart flutter. "you wouldn't really want that." she said. you gave an exaggerated sight, "i knowww, sportsmanship and all, blah blah."

"you're such an idiota."

"you love it."

"i do."

you squeezed her waist and looked at her lips, frustrated you couldn't do more. so you blew her a kiss "i'm gonna kick your ass, bonmatí" "you better, y/l/n." she giggled and you let go of her waist, getting ready to go back to your team. she grabs your hand, "hey." "hmm?" "you'll do great, okay? i'm very proud of you." she said, with a soft smile on her face. of course aitana could see right through you and your jokes and see the anxiety within it all. that meant a lot to you and you made sure she knew that "thank you. really." you squeezed her hand before letting it go and running back to your team.

the match was ruthless, as one could expect when facing one of the best teams in the world, but you and your teammates fought hard and managed a goal in the back of spain's net. and no one could deny your defense definitely deserved a praise for the work they put in to defect all the shots spain got. still, that wasn't enough to put you in the lead, having lost 2-1. 

when the final whistle was blown, the crowd cheered for spain and the players who were on the bench quickly ran over to the rest of their team on the field to celebrate. you and your teammates were exhausted, some on the floor crying, but when your captain and coach called you to gather in a circle, you all came around. after a motivational speech from your coach and praising you for how far you've come, you couldn't help but feel the pride of your hard work. you played well, you knew you could improve but nonetheless, it was a good game. and you kept spain on their toes. that was fun.

after a bit, you all scattered around the field, thanking your fans for the support and congratulating your opponents. you reached alexia and congratulated her, about to tease her and call her 'la reina' but she cuts you off and wraps you tightly in her arms "you did well, nena". you couldn't help the tears that filled in your eyes. getting approval from someone you admired so much got to you and you were never really good at hiding your emotions. "heyyy" she cooed softly, cupping your cheeks and wiping the tears that started to fall down. you wiped your nose on your wrist, "see? now i'm all gross. muchas gracias, ale." you tried to make light of the situation in order to control all of the emotions you were feeling, but whispered your thanks to alexia and hugged her once more before letting go.

you saw aitana standing at a small distance from you two, smiling. you could tell she was proud of you, but right now you wanted to praise her, this was about her. you ran up to her and lifted her up in your arms, aitana letting out a squeal of surprise and joy. you didn't care about the cameras anymore, aitana's happiness was contagious and nothing else mattered right now but her. you put her down and placed multiple kisses on her cheek. she giggled and pulled you closer by grabbing your shirt "you really did kick our ass, bebé" "hah, bet you were expecting a clean sheet, weren't you, ballon d'or?". aitana was quick to slap your shoulder, "callate, idiota" reprimanding you for using that terrible nickname. she was too humble for her own good. "hey! you're hitting your girlfriend who just lost. have some empathy." she rolled her eyes but couldn't help the chuckle she let out, "your defense was making our job really hard, i have to tell you." she smiled up at you, her eyes bright. you wrapped your arms around her to pull her into a warm hug, snuggling your face in the crook of her neck. 

you just wanted to enjoy this moment, and having aitana's body pressed against yours was enough to make you relax, although you can't deny you wanted, needed her closer after having spent weeks apart. 

"just make sure you kick the french's ass." she snorted and nodded, "you know i will, bebé."

"meet me back in there for some smooches?" you winked.

"you know i will, bebé." she exaggeratedly winked back.

–

"ugh, get a room!" you don't even register whose voice is it that complained. you were too busy making out with your girlfriend outside of spain's changing room to care, but still chuckled into the kiss and pulled way. both of your lips were swollen and you could see the desire in aitana's eyes as she tried to pull you closer, even if at the moment it was quite physically impossible.

"go celebrate, okay?" you pecked her lips, and she whined, frustrated.

"i'll meet you at your hotel later, sí?" 

"am i your booty call, aitana bonmatí conca?" you fake gasped.

she grunted and wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you for a passionate kiss. "you are mi novia, and i want to celebrate with mi novia too." she pouted. your cheeks might start hurting from the amount of smiles this girl was able to pull out of you. "you are too cute, amor, can't wait to have you over later." your fingers grabbed her chin and pulled her closer, your lips brushing over hers, "i'll make sure you'll feel like a proper winner tonight."

a/n: yes i am terrible with titles and endings, sue me. also pretend that's reader in the gif hehe

[6okuto]

Home life with mhin? Idk I need the fluff

HOME LIFE WITH MHIN

gn!reader | WAIITT this idea is so cutieful... domesticity i love u... i love u domesticity... domesticity....

take your shoes off. mhin doesn't really think to keep spare slippers for guests because... why would they have guests. but depending on your relationship + friendships, you keep a basket near the door with some pairs!

likes curtains more than blinds. might not realize this or realize how picky they can be until they're out shopping for them though...

they might not have a neat, organized list of your favourite places and foods for dinner (yet), but i imagine mhin would have specific things written down on a sticky note somewhere. the cursive is a little messy, but they wanted to write it down before they forgot!

you don't invest in a big dining table or anything, more inclined to sit in the living room with guests if there are any. but you guys do eat together! maybe there's a small table in the kitchen by a window, and even though it doesn't really matter which of the two seats you pick, mhin has a habit of giving you the side that isn't hit directly by the sun when they sit down first

if it's a smaller apartment and you don't really have space for a table, they'll still give you your preferred spot wherever you do sit

schedules! a calendar with events and chores, having a specific show you watch together every night/week. it keeps things easier to manage and gives you something to look forward to!

you fall asleep on the couch in the afternoon and wake up to a blanket covering you and your show paused on the television screen. they tell you they don't know how much you missed while you were asleep, but they paused as soon as they found you

(if it's just some random show that was playing in the background, the volume might have been turned down, or the t.v. turned off)

!! mhin teaching you how to cook their favourite meals and you teaching them ^^ they're also willing to learn with you, if you don't know how to cook them. they're patient with you and quick to learn. (not saying they don't tease you, but they're not super mean or anything.) in the next couple of times they're in charge of dinner, they try their hand at cooking your favourite meal again and blush a little when you shower them with thanks and compliments

they lean toward basic shirts/clothes, trying to avoid brand logos or big designs. but if you give them a shirt with a silly fun design, they do wear it around the house, and maybe for late night snack runs.

! them coming home and immediately looking for you after a long day... they aren't one to flop onto the bed/couch without at least changing clothes, but as soon as they're ready they climb in wherever you are.... it's like a cat picking your lap to nap on. you open your arms and let them rest their head against your shoulder/chest, and feel them let out a deep breath before nuzzling closer

mhin being home, in a good mood, smiling softly as you greet them!! GRAAAHHH!!! they tell you they've got the laundry running and finally bought more conditioner as they put your jacket away for you

you Must find people to complain and shit talk with and i'm serious about that. Like Mhin! both of you are just eating snacks, music or a show playing, legs tangled, complaining about whoever and whatever from whenever. they remember every name and story you drop.

^ mhin laughing loudly at one of your jokes/reenactments. MHIN LAUGHING. please. you have to listen to me they try to hide it with their hand but eventually laugh freely, and their eyes crinkle and and and

i knowww they're cold and trying to be keep you further than arm's length in the demo, and it's fun to fluster them, etc etc but do we not think they would be much more sarcastic and witty when they're comfortable and happy. BANTER! MY BANTER!! mhin smirking as they watch you fail to open a jar after refusing their help, mhin laughing and saying shut up after you say a stupid joke, mhin scoffing with a smile, mhin rolling their eyes.... mhin......

little plushies.... if you're a big collector, they help you find a place for all of them. if you get them one, mhin holds it near and dear. you can tell because they hug it while working sometimes, or smooth out its fur, or accept little outfits/accessories you get for it, and they keep it somewhere safe and easily found. yeah.

pulling mhin to do a cliché slow dance in the kitchen or living room. the first time it happens, they're stiff until you (purposely) sing along badly to whatever's playing, or hesitate with where to put your hands/how to move. then they snort and guide you, smiling as you keep singing and forget the words. if you do it semi-regularly, they learn to expect it by the way you stand in front of them with a smile.

hmmm.... giving me slight garden/plant vibes but not super big, unless that's something you enjoy yourself. they might have a couple plants here and there they take care of!

decorating for the holidays!! gaahhh.. i think they'd actually enjoy it quite a bit... or at least the finished product! ^^ like with the curtains v blinds, they end up realizing they're more picky than they thought when you're shopping. they don't go All Out, but a few decorations have never hurt anybody.

i think they'd like having separate bedrooms just to have them. like, you're welcome to sleep in their room and vice versa, but it's nice to have your own space if you need it y'know

mhin won't come into the bathroom if you're using it... i know that's something a lot of couples are comfortable with but i'm not sure that's very them...??? unless you're both just like, brushing your teeth or something. LOL

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[p0ssywhippedcream]

Hiiiii, I just wanted like, a lil drabble? Obsessed!saiki kusuo x himbo!reader. Eeeee I'm thinking like, a very subtle possessive saiki. Lil scenario ;) say, the reader is talking to a couple guys, and saiki gets a lil jealous, and is like, "brainwashing" the guys to get as far away from the reader as fast as they can. Then the reader is like, super sad and saiki casually swoops in and keeps the reader "company"? I don't knowww something about possessive saiki scratches my brain 🤭

-the one and only, Anon 💋

I love you 💋 anon, you’re a literary genius. Somebody get this man his grammy or his oscar or whatever you give cool people.

It seems lately anybody you find cute finds a reason to run away from you. That hot guy at the mall last week? Super into you until he decided he needed to walk his fish. The cute dude in the ramen shop with the dimples? Disappeared to go order a cheeseburger at the counter. And don’t even get me started on today.

Those boys at the lockers? Ran off without a word. Dude in English suddenly stopped talking and ignored you the rest of the period. And now, when you walk up to some guys in the library and ask to study with them, you pray your luck doesn’t hold.

For a good fifteen minutes, you’re all talking and laughing and when you ask one of them for his number, he’s actually putting it in your phone! Finally, some fucking people who don’t run- spoke to soon.

They need to go feed their calculus homework, because of course they do. You must look so depressing sitting here all alone still surrounded by their supplies they forgot in their rush. You bite your pencil and stove an earbud in your left ear, hoping to avoid looking completely dumb.

A tap on your shoulder gains your attention. It’s Saiki, from class. He’s holding two cups of coffee jelly and he asks if he can sit down. You nod eagerly and send a silent pray up to whoever is upstairs that this one doesn’t leave. Saiki’s lip quirks.

You help him move the pencils and notebooks out of the way with a shy smile. “Uh, I’m Y/n. By the way.”

“Saiki.” You resist the urge to say, Yeah I know you’re that pretty boy who sits two seats to my left and one behind.

You share the coffee jelly in simple silence which is good for you because for the life of you, you can’t find anything smart to say. Once you’re finished, you thank him nervously.

You don’t want to lose the first person in like two weeks who hasn’t left within a few minutes but you don’t really know what to say. Luckily, he saves you the trouble.

“Do you want to hang out after this?”

You sigh relieved and nod eagerly, “We could go to my house, if you’re cool with that? I got that new Halo game!”

“Sure.”

As you stand and walk out together, Saiki notices you’re not only thinking about music anymore. You’re also thinking about how cute he is. He tries to hide the slight stutter in his walk when he hears that.

[yandere-fics]

Sleepover with Darla (I had plans for this to be more straightup smut but it ended up being something else. Idk what but just general fucked up warning.)

"It's ok... we're both girls. It's not like I'm some creepy dude who's gonna do anything to you."  Darla smirked, twirling her hair around her finger.

"I knowww, but are you sure ALL of your clothes are in the laundromat??" You whined, fruitlessly trying to wipe the sticky mess off of your shirt. You knew Darla was clumsy, but this was disgusting, she'd bumled into you and spilled your sodas all over your shirt. It was even in your hair, it felt awful.

"All of the comfy ones. I'm sure you don't want to be sleeping in anything that's got zippers. I wash all my clothes in bulk so I can save more money." She poked her tongue out of her lips mischeviously, if you didn't know any better you'd think she did this on purpose.

"Look, my roomies are out, it's just you and me. No one's gonna perv on you!! Here, I'll even take my own shirt off so you don't feel as naked!" She grinned, whipping her top off, causing you to snap your head away fast enough to break your neck, you aren't certain, but you swear you saw a nipple. Or two. Is she really so sheltered she doesn't know what a bra is???

"Th-thanks Darla that's... lovely. Of you. Um. I just. I don't mind if you keep yours on."

"You're all gross and sticky. Let's go shower." She grinned, causing you to go red in the face

"W-what?!"

"C'monnnn, it's nothing you haven't seen before. Do you not shower with your friends? My sisters and I used to shower and bathe together all the time!!"

"I- um" you stammered, trying not to stare as she pulled you towards the bathroom.

You'd been staring at the cieling for who knows how long, trying to distract yourself from the fact Darla was standing right in front of you, completely nude. You were naked too of course, but you tried your hardest not to think about it. You just focused on the warm shower water running down your body.

"Do you want me to wash your back~" Darla asked, grinning as she gathered a ton of lotions and soaps, not even bothering to wait for a response. Her hands felt nice on your back, but she did get a little adventurous, her hands moving a little lower than they should, lightly rubbing your ass and gripping your hips, pulling you against her. You didn't want to say anything out of fear of making it weird, surely she didn't have any ill intentions right?

Once you'd dried off and put on some underwear, the two of you ate, played a few games, drank a bunch of hot chocolate and went to bed. You had to admit it wasn't as weird as it should've been, you did see her staring at your tits a few times but you figured she was just curious. You'd been friends long enough to trust her not to purposefully overstep any boundaries. She was just a little oblivious, but it was cute in a way.

"Are you sure? I can just sleep on the couch" you stammered, but Darla was insistent, pulling you under the covers to cuddle you.

"Don't be silly, get in!! You'll be all cold on the couch. Don't make it weird~" she giggled. You had to admit, It felt nice, having her pressed against you. She was soft, sweet. And warm. So so warm. You suppressed the rising feeling in your groin as she cuddled you, it felt wrong, she was just being sweet and if you got turned on... well that made you a pervert didn't it? You turned away from her and crammed your eyes shut, hoping the morning would cause the feeling to dissapear.

You awoke to the feeling of weight on your pelvis and spit on your lips. It was Darla. She was straddling you, kissing you gently in your sleep, the drool leaking down your chin suggested she'd been doing this for a while, a good while.

"D...Darla?"

"Shhhh. Shhhh. It's okay. It's okay. I just wanted to know what it felt like, that's not bad, right?" She whispered, planting another soft kiss on your lips

"Darla, s-stop"

"Nono it, it's ok! I'm just curious! I just wanna practice" she continued to plant kisses on your lips, her breasts pressing against yours, you pushed your hands gently against her shoulders, trying to get her off of you without hurting her.

"N-no Darla, that's enough." You spoke firmly, you made sure not to yell, but you were resoloute. You didn't want to make your friend cry, she was innocent and sheltered after all, but this couldn't continue either. She looked at you, her expression changing as you tried pushing her off, her round curious eyes turning sinister, her hand quickly covering your mouth as the other pinched a nipple. She leant in real close, staring into your wide, scared eyes.

"It's okay... it's okay... I just want to make you feel good, kay? You wouldn't be making those noises if it didn't feel good right?" She tweaked your nipple between her fingers, tugging and causing you to whimper into her hand. You tried pushing her off but you were tired, so tired. Your body was weak, too weak to resist her. And you were warm. So fucking warm.

"Wanna know a secret? I was microdosing your drinks all night. Mhm~ my sister told me exactly how much to give you to make sure you're just awake enough to stay conscious, but too exhausted to move. I also slipped you something else, I don't remember the name, but it's the reason you're so wet down there. I'm sorry, I simply couldn't resist running my fingers along that adorable slit of yours... I was just so curious." She continued to grope you as she confessed, grinding against you and planting soft kisses on your neck. You panicked realising your body was feeling heavier by the second, like you suddenly weighed a million pounds. You couldn't even struggle against her, she had total control over you. Over your body.

"Shhh shh, it's okay baby don't cry... nonono don't cry... here... here let me just..." she mumbled, moving her hand from your mouth to reach towards her waist.

"HELP ME!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!" you screamed, Darla quickly stuffed her panties into your mouth in response, they tasted sour, and they were soaked.

SMACK

her hand struck you hard enough you saw stars, your ear was ringing from the impact as she turned you back to look at her. She was somewhere between furious and distraught

"What the hell was that? Why did you scream?? Do you want us to get in trouble or something??? Yeah, I said us. My roomies already think we're dating, everyone does. They went out tonight because I said my sisters were coming over to meet my girlfriend. If you go out and make a ruckus, my sisters have already set up an allaby for me, and no one would even believe you regardless. They'd all wonder why you'd accuse 'poor sheltered Darla' of doing such horrible things to you. Yeah. They would. So get the idea of telling on me out of your head" She leaned in real close, whispering in your ear "I've been planning to do this to you ever since I saw you. I know you think we met 3 months ago, but I saw you 2 years ago. I remember it so vividly, you were checking out your books, we were both first years. I watched you every single day from then on, learned everything about you, even got my sister to stalk you when I was too busy studying. Truth is, I've been stealing your panties from your dorm this entire time. Even a few used shirts if I can get away with it. I have polaroids of you naked in that drawer over there. Some of you sleeping, some of you showering. Even a few of you having a little alone time. Well... at least what you thought was alone time."

Her hands made their way down to your panties, pulling them free, she huffed the scent from the fabric and tossed them aside, climbing back up to your ear, enjoying your gagged whimpers as she presses her knee against your aching pussy.

"Tonight's the night you become mine, so just enjoy it, ok? I know you want this. After all, it's not even our first time, just our first time you'll remember. I've had my fun with you a couple times~ you get so tired after exams you don't even notice it when I eat you out. Sometimes I wonder if you dream about me when I'm doing that to you~" she giggled, running her slender fingers down your body, making you convulse as she drifted over your more sensitive parts.

"But tonight. I have something special planned for you. For us." She grinned, hopping off the bed and retrieving a strap from her closet. Your eyes widened in fear at the sight of it, you shook your head rapidly, pleading through your gag for her not to use it on you. Even with all the lube in the world it looked like it'd split you in two. And yet your body yearned for it, you found yourself using all your energy to spread your legs against your will, whatever she slipped you had your mind and body working against one another. Making you crave her. Despite how terrified of her you were.

"It's okay, it's okay!! It's my first time using this too. We'll learn together, alright? Just close your eyes and relax. It's gonna be fun~"

-girlfailure

Omg she's so manipulative, I love her

[theyluvlyss]

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐨...

anyways😃...

slight disclaimer of sorts, I'm not at all trying to play the "I'm better than you" comparison game, nor am I trying to come off as a bitch lmao I just have thoughts all of the time and this blog is damn near my only outlet. not to mention, this blog barely receives, like 5% of them anyways (so count yourselves lucky🤨🫵🏽).

do y'all ever just think about the fact that - in whatever fandoms you're in - you're probably one of a group of, maybe even in just a handful,, or possibly part of just a couple,,, maybe the one and only,,,, shifter in that fandom?

and if so, does it ever come to mind that because you are a shifter and because you're probably shifting for whatever "character" you're shifting for, that you love them infinitely more than the average person indulging in that fandom you're in?

'cause I think about that all of the time. like... all of the time.

like, what do you mean no one will ever never ever possibly love *insert one of my s/o's and/or best friends* more than me? it's a bittersweet feeling, too, because I feel all alone in my love for that significant other/best friend/comfort person. but at the same time, maybe that's for the best because idk if I'm the jealous type or not, and I'd hate to become a person who can't indulge in content of the comfort person I love bc my jealousy is holding me back.

but anyways, not the point, I just...

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOVE *insert my comfort people here* INFINITELY MORE THAN THE OTHERS THAT CLAIM TO LOVE THEM all because of the simple fact that I shift for that person and they don't? again, not saying it's a bad thing or that I'm sitting here trying to one-up somebody or play the comparison game, I'm just genuinely baffled because listen...

I bet there's someone right now going on tiktok or insta or even on here rn being all, "oh I love this "character" so much and I just wish I could be with them, but all I can do is post my edits and my fanfics and my hdcns, oh, woe is me, pouty-pout-pout🥺" and it's like biTCHYOUCAN, YOU LITERALLY C A N BUT THE CHANCES OF YOU BELIEVING ME ABOUT SHIFTING ARE SO SLIM SO WHAT'S EVEN THE POINT👹⁉️

I just gotta sit here like, "I know something you don't😗 ... I know something you will never knowww😙."

AND THEN (this is where the asshole in me jumps out a lil' bit) WHETHER OR NOT YOU DO TELL THEM DON'T EVEN MATTER, at least not to me, because I'ma still just sit there and be like, "I actually love them more than you, though, because I've been LITERALLY shifting my awareness/consciousness for them for like, five years now, so🙂." like I promise you, that's like ... the ultimate form of loving a "character". to not only see them past being a fictional thing, but to see them as a person, a REAL person, and just because they aren't real here doesn't mean shit bc I love them in EVERY reality I'm in and that they're in, real or not.

can you even say the same🤨?

you can post fanedits of them all day and change your user to "so-and-so's wife" all you want, but I'm the one that's hopping realities and putting a ring on that finger💀💅🏽.

😀 ... sorry, sorry, I literally said I wasn't gonna do that and act a fool lmfao I just get cocky sometimes, but Y'ALL KNOW WHAT I MEAN/AM TRYNA GET AT, like-

or shit, maybe you don't, but if not, then ig this post isn't for you lmao, because I totally understand that not everyone loves the same way as one another and/or as I do. like, my love has never once been a "casual" thing. if I love someone or something, it's intense, and ig to others, can come off as obsessive *not in a unhealthy way dw lol*, whereas others, they say "oh I really love this thing✨️." and that's it, no underlying feralness or passion to it, so...yah, idrk or rmbr where I was going with this, I just have a constant stream of thoughts and rambles so...

lol bye, more fics comin' soon♡.

[mecachrome]

Hi k! I love reading your ojp scholarship, as he has crept up on me and taken over my brain. Weird question but why do you think he picked Lando as his guy to be a bit weird about?

hi anon 🥺 first off thank u for indulging me & also that is not a weird question at all!!!

ok obviously this is just me saying Anything so i apologize in advance T__T but tbh i think a lot of it ultimately goes back to the idea of lando's ~Proximity~ and how a very specific mélange of career circumstance laid out a foundation for oscar's interest extremely early on... which. let me explain!!! more behind the cut:

not to go on too much of a tangent but if you look at the current drivers in f1 who are roughly within a few years of oscar's age and could have feasibly been someone he'd looked up to coming up the ranks, i'd say the cutoff is like, 2018? so the group is basically charles/george/alex/lando, of whom the first 3 were alr in intrepid together (albeit in diff categories) when oscar had barely started karting at all. also alex moved up to single-seaters very early and his career/road to f1 is obviously a lot more complex than the others, so in reality the only ones oscar would have properly "followed" are lando and george, and then having gone through rfm & british f4 himself it makes sense that he'd lean more toward lando.

...idk how to put this succinctly but basically it's Like: so you're a kid in australia who believes in yourself so much you're willing to move halfway across the globe and attend boarding school by yourself while all your friends and family and the World As You've Always Known It grows and changes without you, and the team you're determined to prove yourself at has semi-recently achieved victory with a guy named lando norris, who is now british f4 champion and runs three separate series the same year you move to europe and goes on to win them all, who is extremely accessible on social media and is kind of awkward but charming and uses dumb unfunny gifs that match your level of online humor exactly, and all the while you're learning to navigate a new country, learning what it really means to prioritize the endless grind of motorsport, and you wouldn't dare look too far ahead into the future but sometimes you see him and think if he can keep winning everything then why not you?

So. also i think what always krills meeee about young_814 lore is that you have to really envision what they looked like circa 2016 like they were undersized dweebs for a majority of their lives!!! anyway. but also nasdlfnagk every time oscar is like i thought you were 30 with your goatee going on haha xD it's like U knowww he's flashing back to that image of little baby lando in his mind..... ok i need to relax.

there are of course other people oscar could have been weird about but in the end it's kind of just a Skill Issue thing / matter of attrition. like from the rfm pack max and logan and guanyu never progressed the same way lando did, and you also have to remember that by the time lando was a mclaren junior he was genuinely their Golden BoyTM, and i know we often talk about lando's competency kink but oscar is also similar to that but in like a ........ he needs to respect you on some fundamental level to be obsessed with you. so the fact that he genuinely rates lando contributes (imo) massively to the fundamentals of their dynamic!!!

also tbh to me one of oscar's biggest mental strengths is specifically that he isn't a very sentimental person, as in if he left to another team i don't think he'd be torn up or anything about not having lando as a teammate lol. but i DO believe he's someone who adapts very well to unfamiliar environments and is always willing to match someone's energy/meet them where they're at (again - especially when he respects them), so he's basically the perfect person to vibe with lando's idiosyncrasies and engage in all the lighthearted push/pulling they have going on. because like he genuinely thinks lando is funny and is more than happy to follow along his meandering bantz and the weirder lando is the weirder oscar is in response and that's just how they Work ?__? so At the end of the day it's: oscar was once a teenage boy who followed (still does) at ladbible instagram and watched the same gaming streamers lando likes or whatever and has seen lando grow into the man he is today (way more confident and "visible" and successful, very much a menace, brutally honest as ever) from this Very Specific vantage point of basically the only other junior after lando to have followed the same path to f1 and been Equally as good / achieved the same stock.

*__* does any of that make sense. 

do u ever think about how lando (extensively nurtured by the team as their only junior) and oscar (basically crashlanded belatedly into his seat) are the only driver pairing in team history to have both debuted with mclaren........ do you ever think about how in a way lando's karting success indirectly influenced oscar's move to europe. do you ever think about how if alpine weren't an abject mess we would have never gotten 814 as teammates and lando would have just been Another Guy On The Grid to him........ 😮‍💨

[littlemelaninfics]

Can you write something with Chris Evans on Thanksgiving and the reader is his best friend and is into him. You can decide if fluff or smut. 🥰

And sorry for my English. It is Not my native Language 🙈🤗

Wanting You

a/n: This is more fluffy-angsty. I really hope that's okay. Happy Thanksgiving, all!

"So you're gonna tell him?"

"What? I don't know. I highly doubt it, Scott."

"Why not? A mini road trip through the country to my mom's house for a holiday party couldn't be more perfect!"

"This is your brother we're talking about. The Chris Evans. Take all that celebrity shit away and he's still a guy who's not in my league. Or more I'm not in his."

"But you don't knowww that, Y/n."

"Has he said something or something? Is that why you're pushing this so hard?"

"He hasn't said anything, Love. But if I know Chris, he doesn't have to."

"Ugh! You are no help. What kind of infomant are you?"

"A pro bono one."

"I hate you."

"I love you too. Just hurry up and get here!"

"I will! He's on his way."

"Okay. See you when you get here. Tell him!"

"Bye Scott!"

You were putting the last finishing touches on your makeup when your phone started to vibrate,

"Hello?"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Fucker!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, you jackwagon! Are you here?"

"Rounding the corner now."

"Perfect. See you in a sec," you hung up the phone and went to grab your light brown coat. When you opened the door to your apartment, Chris pulled up a second later. He got out of the car and your heart skipped a beat.

He was wearing a dark sweater and dark jeans with his hair perfectly set. His Rolex was on perfect display and the Raybans sat flawlessly on the bridge of his nose. What got you though was the chain around his neck that swayed with every step. Chris Evans never let it be forgotten that he is that bitch.

Chris rounded to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for you,

"Hey! Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Kid," he said bringing you in for a hug.

Kid. The nickname you dreaded because a man like that doesn't want someone with 'kid' attatched to their name. He wants a woman and that's what you are. You two get in the car and drive off to his mom's house.

"So what have you been up to. Give me the deets. The 411."

"Ew, Chris don't say that haha!"

"Whaat? I'm hip."

"Hip people don't say 'hip'."

"Seriously. How ya been, Y/n?" He asked turning to you for half a second,

"Honestly, stressed. I just had midterms and now I have to study for finals. On top of that they raised my rent. It's only $100, but still. When you don't have it..." you said shaking your head.

"Why didn't you tell me you were having money problems?"

"Because it's not your problem, Chris."

"But it can be."

Did he just? Wait, have to be sure,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've been there for me in my darkest hours. Whether it's prepping for a new role or being a better agent than my actual agent. You know me better than anyone and I hate that I can't be there for you. Or wasn't allowed to be there. Just don't hold out on me."

"Damn, Evans. I might actually take you up on that."

He chuckled and squeezed your left knee. The friendly act sent chills down your spine and your blood run cold. It's been so long since you felt like this for someone because he was right, you did know him better than anyone. There's no denying the way you two flow in sync so effortlessly.

You and Chris continued to catch up and honestly gossip a bit until you reached his moms,

"Y/n! Hi! Welcome! Come on in!"

"Hey Lisa! Thank you!"

"How are you, Sweetheart? It's been so long," she said helping you remove your coat.

"Too long! And I've been okay!"

You take a couple more steps in and walk to the left where the family was. The living room was filled with scents of amazing Thanksgiving food and decor. Turkey, macaroni and cheese, and so many sides that you were sure to be eating leftovers for a week. It made your belly rumble in hunger, but you knew Lisa most likely needed help. Your favorite smell, however, was the apple cinnamon candle Lisa had been lighting since you met her.

After mingling with his family, you walked into the kitchen and Chris stayed to finish catching up in the living room. You couldn't help but smile when you heard him do his "monster voice" and the shrieks and giggles of the kids that were there.

You, Carly and Lisa were all laughing, drinking and cooking when Chris came in just to bug. Lisa slapped his hand away from taking one of the cookies and he gave massive bear hugs all around. He tickled Carly but let his arm linger on your shoulder for longer than normal. When you looked up at him, all he did was smile and wink at you before victoriously sntaching a cookie and running off to watch Football.

Carly and Lisa went to entertain while you agreed to stay and watch the food. You heard the doorbell ring while you were away and a slight uproar of excitement. Scott was laughing fakely when he came into the kitchen a few minutes later,

"Bitch."

"What? What happened?"

"Don't freak out, but Lucy is here."

"Lucy..."

"Chris' ex girlfriend! The one he was with and only broke up with because he was moving to LA!"

"She's here!?"

"Yes! I had no idea my mom invited her. I would've given you a heads up," he said placing a hand on your back. He went back to the living room festivities and left you to hang your head low. How would compete with a ex who is only an ex because of location difficulties? You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Chris' imfamous laugh. You peek your head from the kitchen and see them buddied up together on the couch.

You instantly took the bottle of wine and refilled your glass. This was going to be a long night.

More and more of his family started pouring in and you'd be lying if you said you didn't stick out like a sore thumb, but the level of comfort you had around these people was unmatched.

It was finally time for dinner when the whole family gathered around the table. Grace was said, the children were served and you took a seat next to Chris and Lisa.

You had two more glasses of wine during your meal before going and grabbing the other plate of rolls for the table and taking your plate to the sink. When you returned, Lucy had mirgrated to your seat and Chris was whispering in her ear. You had stopped in just enough time for no one else to see you stare them down. It wasn't until he whispered something and smirked that you rolled your eyes.

You sat next to Scott on the opposite side of the table and now it was his turn to squeeze your leg in comfort. You took in the time to soak her in up close. Her wavy brown hair and piercing deep blue eyes was exactly what you thought of when you heard of a Chris Evans ex girlfriend. She was taller than you thought and looked very well put together. Like she had her shit on lock.

You continued to drink, trying to ignore the lovebirds kee-keeing right across from you when Lisa pipped up,

"So Lucy, what is new with you? You look good."

"Oh thank you, Lisa. I've been great! Working and selling house after house-"

"And apparently looking good doing it," Chris whispered to her. She giggled while slapping his arm and turning back to his mom. You rolled your eyes hard and took another sip. Chris peeked it and furrowed his brow before tuning back into Lucy.

Everyone moved to the living room for dessert and those two carried on. Scott and the wine were your best friends that night since yours was preoccupied. You know it was stupid to feel jealous because Chris didn't even know you liked him so how is that fair?

When you saw him place a kiss to her cheek, you lost it. Mind you, it was probably the alcohol but still an outburst ensued,

“Chris!” you shouted as you stood. All eyes were suddenly on you, “will you help me with something real quick?” He nodded and rubbed her thigh while mouthing he’ll be back. When he stood, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

All you heard him say was “Naughty, naughty” is a sing song voice,

“Today, Chris.” He gave you a “What the Fuck” look when you two walked off from the crowd,

"What is your problem?"

"Nothing. You can just canoodle with I Love Lucy later," you said turning to walk off.

"Hey. Stop," he said following you to the next room, "What's your deal with Lucy? You've been giving her dirty looks all night."

"Believe me when I say I haven't," you rolled you eyes once more.

"There! There are those fucking eyes. Look I know you're drunk, but that doesn't give you the right-"

"Fuck you, I'm drunk! I'm fine, Chris. Everything is fine! I'm fine, Lucy is fine, you're fine. We're all fine!"

"Kid, what is going on with you?"

"Ugh! I'm not a fucking kid! I pay taxes, I pay rent and I give a killer blowjob!" Chris' eyebrows went up, "What don't you see in me? I've been right here. I know all your shit and I handle some of it myself. What more could you want?!"

The words were just slurring out at this point with no end in sight.

"Y/n, let's not do this here, okay? You're drunk and you're just saying things." He started to walk away and was almost fully in the living room. You of course chased after him,

"Why are you disregarding my feelings?"

'What feelings?!"

"For you! My feeling for you!"

"Chris?" Lisa said.

The two of you looked at each other before realizing you were back in front of everyone.

"Is everything okay, Chris?"

“Ha ha ha. She’s fiiiine. I think someone is a bit of a lightweight.” Scott tried to cover the awkwardness, "Why don't I take her to lie down." He quickly pushed past Chris and ushered you to the den. He sat with you while you nursed your water for a little bit until you were okay to be alone.

You had been by yourself for about 5 minutes when Chris walked in with his hands in his pockets. You groaned and reached out your hands wanting him to come join you on the couch. Chris gave you a little laugh watching your arms stick out in a childlike manner for him. He lifted the blanket covering your legs to join you on the couch. He put your legs in his lap and tapped on them gently,

"You know I love you, right?"

"Just not in love with me..." you said quietly.

Chris took both your hands in his and brought them to his lips, looking deep in your eyes. His arm wrapped around you shoulder pulling you into his side. Chris pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead and lingered his lips on the soft skin,

"It's just not our time, Kid. I've thought about it. For years I've thought about you, but I can't just thrust you into my other life which happens to be the biggest one. It's not fair to you and I'll be dammed if I lose you, Y/n. I love you."

All you could do was nod and wipe a falling tear,

"I love you too," you whispered out. He leaned in more and you sat up to meet him for a hug.

"Awww is everything okay now?" Scott asked, entering the room with his mouth full of thirds.

"Absolutely perfect," Chris said sending you a smile and a wink.

[l0v3morales]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹'𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲

❁𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆𝗴𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗱.

❁𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝟰𝟮 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.

❁𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯

❁𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟰...

You feel your heart racing and your face feels hot, you don't know why, but you also craved his touch. You were buried in his chest with his arms around your waist, this was comfy so you decided to go back to sleep.

You woke up about 30 minutes later and he was.. 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦? You quickly got out of bed to go find out where we was until, you saw him cooking breakfast for you.

"Bout time you wake yo ass up, ma. Anyway, made breakfast for you. 'Cause I know your head must be hurting in shi'."

"Oh, right. Uhm, Miles.. Thank you."

"No problem, it's my job after all. I don't really have a choice, I have to take care of you."

𝘖𝘶𝘤𝘩. That kinda hurt, you kinda thought you two had a thing going on. But, that shouldn't matter, it shouldn't hurt. You have one job, and that's to make him quit, so you can sneak out and do whatever shit you want without being told what to do.

"Right.. food taste 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, I guess." That was a lie, shit, it was good as hell.

"Just don't go doing that shit again. Either way, I won't let it happen again."

"So what the hell am I supposed to do all day?"

"Shi', ion fucking know. Also, not my problem I just have to make sure you don't do dumb shit. Also, your dad wants me to make sure you don't hang out with your friend from last night, since she's a bad influence or whatever."

"The hell?! God.. I have 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 nothing to do. Unless.. You get to go shopping with me!"

"Seriously? Shopping?"

"Yeah, c'mon it'll be fun. Plus, you 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 to go. To make sure I don't do any dumb shit, righttt?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"𝗢𝗼𝗵! 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀! 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀?" The dress was skin tight and showed of all your curves. Miles just seemed distracted on his phone, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 he looked up and saw you in the dress.

"Hm? You look good, ma. Wear whatever shit you want, I can fight." Shit, he couldn't take his eyes off you, obviously he liked seeing you in the dress. So you'll get it, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Not long after a random guy, he was a tall dreadhead. God, he was fine. Not as fine as Miles though. The dreadhead had just come up to you, putting his arm around you.

"Hey bae, can I get your number?"

"Sur-"

"Nah, i'm her boyfriend. Move along, homeboy." Miles says, with attitude. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘪𝘪 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

"Damn, aight." The dreadhead just walks away, clearly disappointed.

"Miles, fuck was that?"

"Mmm, I don't knowww."

"Were you 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴?" He leans closer, and pinches your chin while wrapping his other arm around your waist.

"How could I not be? Got a pretty girl that I gotta take care of day and night in front of me. Wanna have her all to 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, y'know?" Before you can respond, he interrupts you.. "Look, let's get you a necklace wit' my initial on it and i'll do the same."

"Sure, but what's with up with you all the sudden?"

"Mmm, I dunnoo." He pays for the necklaces, and afterwards puts it in you and himself. You can feel his cold hands against the back of your neck, before he slowly starts kissing your neck. Until, your interrupted by the announcement in the store.

"Attention all customers, store is closing."

"Aight c'mon, ma." He says grabbing your hand leading you out.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲, 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲. At first you guys were just a little close, but when it got farther into the movie you guys ended up cuddling. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you tightly while your face was buried into his chest.

[night-dark-woods]

ID. photo of a whiteboard with bullet points written on it, titled "Stocking Reminders."

Top stock goes in the same 4' section as the stock.

Each SKU's overstock should be all in one spot. (below this point there is a diagram of a shelf with colorcoded boxes, one mixed up and one with the colors together)

Don't overfill hooks/shelves. There should be one straight line of product! If it won't hang nicely that is too much.

End ID.

end of my fucking rope tuesday. this won't stop my coworkers because they can't read but the amount of topstock i found in fucking random aisles today was truly absurd. like we've graduated from putting it in the same aisle 16ft away on the opposite side (annoying but at least line of sight) to putting it in topstock in its unlabeled cardboard shipping box, three aisles away, in a different department.

other highlights of today:

i asked this kid to downstock One Aisle and he spent 3(?) hours standing over there doing, as far as i can tell, nothing. which dgmw i can respect. minimum wage => minimum effort but my man that wasn't even CLOSE to the minimum and you are actively making everyone else's lives more difficult!!!

hardware mgr tried to have someone else (the aforementioned kid who can't even put stock in the right spot!!!) do counts on stock, BEHIND MY BACK, AGAIN. so i started off the day with an argument with him. bc if im not shooting outs regularly enough for you fucking TALK TO ME. and i will tell you what i need, which is you to do your fucking JOB and MANAGE YOUR PEOPLE. and get on their asses to actually maintain their sections!!! i could do the whole fucking store in an hour if literally anyone else did their jobs!!!

got a new rope assortment in from a new vendor, hardware mgr packed up the old stuff for buyback but ALSO managed to pack up a bunch of the NEW stuff with it despite the packaging being a completely different color AND saying the new brand name, so i had to go digging in 15 different taped-shut boxes to find it back.

just some truly atrocious and annoying customers. girl if youre in a hurry that is YOUR problem for not planning. i cant read your mind and i cant give you an answer if you cant explain your problem to me.

got called "ladies" collectively about 8 times today by my coworker who a) does ABA as his other job b) asked me if ozzy was my "real name" and c) said he used to be a liberal but he thinks there are more important things than peoples' identities. we're mostly copacetic now though bc he sees how much work i do and also we've commiserated about the state of the educational system & when he was talking about how "boys and girls learn differently" i very lightly floated the "well, i don't think that's inherent necessarily, you know, like we're raised and taught certain ways to be from SUCH a young age, and kids pick up on stuff pretty fast," and he was like huh ive never thought about that. ill have to think about that. so not unsalvageable! just a particular Kind Of Guy.

they're doing work on the roof and they fucking broke the ancient drainpipe that runs through our upstairs backstock area, so theres like three totes worth of roof-water-soaked merchandise that i have to take out of inventory tomorrow. and everything else in that backstock area has a fine coating of rust flakes from the disintegrating ceiling. and i was paged up there to help sort thru the stock and like. there are THREE PEOPLE here today who actually have a manager title, which I DONT!!! so why cant the three of you take care of it!!! and i KNOW its bc im good at problem-solving and don't really say no and would do it faster than anyone else but god. come on. its putting wet stock in totes.

also in the last 30 min of my shift (in the hardware dept!!! doing inventory counts!!!) my coworker walkied Me, Specifically, even though i knowww they were fully staffed in cashiers and housewares today, to pick up a call from a specific problem customer ABOUT A HOUSEWARES PRODUCT. bro i know FULL WELL you are doing fucking nothing but online shopping on the work computer, you fucking handle it!!! im on a DIFFERENT FLOOR and im busy doing other shit!!!

and its only tuesday!!! yippee!!!

[spiderlegeyelashes]

fucks me up so much that i love the way i look and i do believe i'm beautiful but i know that most people would consider me disgusting. i KNOW that, i've been made fun of so much and i've heard all the jokes about other people like me even coming from my own fucking friends. one time i opened up about this to my friend, about how i feel undesirable because of just how much bodyhair i have, and she said "just trim your bush man" AND I KNOWWW it was probably meant as a joke but god does it make me feel gross and pathetic. i really do find myself beautiful and i can't make my peace with the fact that to most other people i'm incredibly ugly because of my comically crooked teeth, moustache, sideburns, bushy eyebrows, happy trail and hair basically everywhere it can grow. even to some of my own friends my appearance is a fucking joke. it makes me so feel so fucking gross and alienated when i realise how much even people i trust fixate on the things they don't like about my appearance rather than idk my beautiful eyes or lips or nose or hair or figure or hands or legs or fucking anything. i hate that any confidence of mine is seen as political also! it's always the same, people love to talk about body positivity but the moment you aren't skinny, hairless, symmetrical, pale, unblemished and "normal" ur a gross fucking joke. i'm sick of it! i'm so sick of it, are there really no people who are genuinely fucking human around??? why do you have to go on the fucking internet and scour and wait and hope just to find a few people who don't find you fucking disgusting? why even if you surround yourself with people as queer as they come, you still hear these off-putting comments on the regular? and then they act like it's a matter of fucking personal preference. back when my friend made that comment about shaving ur pubes i asked her how is it that she's fine with eating someone out, but a bit of hair is where she draws the line, like that's gross and unhygienic as opposed to licking someone's piss slit, and she just kept arguing it's about preference. today she said "well i never said i wouldn't eat out someone with pubes, i'd just prefer not to...". like goddamn! and it gets hard to fight with the "it's just a preference argument", because yeah man preference is a personal thing that nobody can take from you, but good god is it used literally every time someone tries to open a conversation about sex and traits deemed undesirable by social norms. and what pisses me off even more is that this is such a small fucking thing! i'm just hairy, and i have crooked teeth. literally everything else about me is palatable. and yet still i am a fucking joke! how is this fair to anyone and how can people treat their own friends this way?

[playboynanners]

i wanna start off by telling u i am sorry!! i wanna tell u about all this crazy shit in my head, and want to open up and want to talk about my feelings but no matter what, i just cant make out the right words...? like it feels like cant properly put my thoughts and emotions into words i guess??

all i want to do right now is cry and scream and let it all out because its killing me inside. i cant take it anymore. i feel weird. i dont want to do anything. i always feel tired. i dont have any energy. a part of me broken. something is def weighing on my heart. i just feel so fucking suffocated. i feel like i am so far behind in life that i will never catch up. everyone is doing so many things with their lives. and i am just here. i really dont think i can do this its getting dark again. and im afraid. im too tired to carry on. i want MYSELF back bro is that too much to ask for? i deffff know its getting bad because even sleep and music dont help and i feel sick all the time and i just want to disappear. i really feel like there is no happy ending for me . thats why getting through the days is hard rayen i honestly from the bottom of my heart know its all for nothing. u guys are waiting for me to get over it, to finally do something with my life, and i know u guys are getting impatient. but what u guys dont know is that im already gone. i dont like who i am. there is nothing good about me. i am sick of wasting my time. i am worn out. i so fucking tired. the anxiety consumes me at times i feel like i cant breathe i cant think straight intrusive thoughts of self distraction consume my mind i am sooo fucking sick of this version of myself!!!!! im fucking tired of the poor choices i keep making. i truly believe i have hit rock bottom. this is the humblest i have ever been because my ego has nothing to be proud of. i know i knowww it is important to be gentle with myself but its also crucial to be honest. im not taking care of myself. im doing drugs, im on social media all day. i either dont eat healthy, or i dont eat at all. i dont exercise. i watch things that arent positive and go to sleep and wake up late. i am sick to my stomach as i write this. i just want to go up from here because i cant live this way anymore. i dont wanna live this way anymore. but like if you never felt like the way i do right now... the drained , depression . WORTHLESS feeling ... then u cant say shit about me "getting better starts with yourself bs" LIKE UH ? YEAH I HATE MYSELF AND DONT GIVE A FUCKKKKK ABOUT NUN SO WTF DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??? like i honestly didnt even think i would be alive at my age i thought i wouldve been dead by 20 so u can only imagine how lost i feel lol. i dont know what to do with my life and i feel like im just wasting away most days. and i dont fucking know how to fix it. maybe this is my time for me and im supposed to be enjoying it for exactly what it is? like i dunno i just know i always fucking ruin EVERYTHINGGGG . i casually sabotage all my positive relationships with negative delusions because my life doesnt feel real unless something dramatic and destructive is constantly occurring. i really want to kill whats inside of my head. i hate living like this day after day. i just want my pain to end bro . i see how everyone looks at me like i’m a burden, how they fake concern only to switch up at me the next second. i don’t want to be this way, im so lost and alone and i just don’t see the point anymore. this is the loneliest i have ever felt. i don't have a shoulder to cry on when im sad, i have got legit no one to go to. i have noooo tears left to cry dude. my heart hurts so much. my insides are burning. i dont know how to help myself. i legitimately try and i make it worse. i wanna scream all this hurt and pain out. can i just lose my memory just so i can take a break from feeling this way? im not sure how long i can handle this alone anymore all honesty .

AND i wouldnt say im "addicted" to drugs and alcohol (JUST YET lol) butttt what i hate about liking them is that once you know how that high feels and the break from reality you get from everything you will FOREVER know how good it felt and thats the problem. u can be days, months, years of being clean. but i know when you quit its gonna be hard years down the road. i would take it alllll back and not start doing any of it. it turns from "just one time trying it" to "i promise this is the last time" but all honestly i dont know how to stop or be normal in this world sober anymore.

and to sum it alllll up i just want / need someone who can hug me and tell me that im not as worthless as i think i am i feel so fucking empty sometimes and its so exhausting to feel nothing and everything at the same time.

[typhoonvash]

*sneakily steals this and runs*

SHIPPING INFO //ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

(I'm not tagged and I'm not taggin' anyone, I'm gonna slap a special tag on this and hold onto it for reference)

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

Vashwood is my main ship, but i also really like Mashwood, Mash, and the polygon of vash/ww/meryl/milly.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Well. First off. Vash is old as fuck. So jot that one down. Basically, for an 18-22 yr old I think mid to late twenties is fine. 23-25 is still babie to me but like, you do you as long as it's not predatory and weird. Over 25 I think is when I'm like "yeah date whoever you want." So it's really just based on the dynamic I guess.

Also stampede woowoo is weird because accelerated aging, so if you want to ship your s!woowoo with me please let me know that he's you know. ACTUALLY of age (I headcanon him to be at least 21).

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

I think once the touching becomes touching is when I'll read more it. When you know they're hungry for each other, yeah? Or when you know it's about to go there.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Selective to an extent. Canon relationships (in the case of Trigun, everything is platonic atm since nothing is confirmed but youuu knowww) exist and they make it easier for me to ship with you. If it's a rarepair or anything else, we have to build a foundation first and get to know each other before I trust you with my boy's heart. </3

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

I'm open to most ships, healthy or unhealthy. The only hard stop for me is plantcest/knivesvash. I'm also a bit weird about shipping with Roberto? I dunno I see him more as a dad or drunkle as woowoo put it in the show. I don't know if this would even be an issue, but yeah.

I have a soft spot for the cross-universe ships too, like mix and match stampede/98/max. Vash/Vash (cross-universe/AU) is interesting to me, and I'm open to the idea, but I'm never gonna be the one to push it if that makes sense.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Hey, if things happen in a thread and start going somewhere naturally, you're welcome to make a move. I'll read your rules to make sure it's okay if I make a move in the moment, but for the most part I'm more of a feels type of shipper.

If you want a thread to for certain go somewhere, then feel free to ask me! And I always appreciate you asking for permission anyway. I will probably say yes.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I do love ships, but I also love strong platonic relationships with other muses too! Plus we can always friends to lovers slow burn it and torture everyone, so that's fun.

Anyway shipping is fun and cool. I'll also do breakups, fights, etc, anything that a relationship naturally goes through. I want it to be as realistic as possible.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

Absolutely 100% vashwood. It's my favorite, I'm obsessed with it, but I really like the big four's dynamic as a whole. I loooove mashwood/mash as well, I think throwing stampede woowoo at stampede meryl is hilarious.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Hi, I'm an idiot and I also have social anxiety. Me asking to ship something is as nerve-wracking as asking someone out (obviously, this comparison is not how I actually feel, I can separate ships from mun relationships don't worry).

You can either initiate it in RP, a meme, an ask, or shoot me a message. Vash will respond with... Vash Responses, so if you want a for certain answer then message me here or ask for my discord!

Also if there's anything here I didn't answer, again, feel free to message me. I am a silly lil idiot with social anxiety and sometimes I'm brave, but most times I'm sitting there cheering you on from the sidelines instead of actually participating. I'm trying to get better about it!!

[artsysurvivor]

[Image ID: 14 Pictures with two main characters through out. One is grey with swirly red eyes and sharp teeth. Then there is a dark purple one, also with red eyes, but look more normal.

1st Pic: Pink background. Grey is sitting on the floor with hands on their head, sweating. "Tips to not fall into unnecessary anger" and "@poobit" is written beside them.

2nd Pic: Salmon colored background. Purple is standing on the side. "This is based on my own experiences and observations. I've been on the internet since 2009 but only started socializing and actively participating since 2013-14. I've had ups and downs, and so will you. Its ok." is written beside them.

3rd Pic: Light Orange Background. Titled "1⭐️ Recognize Bait" There is a light purple person holding a paper with a swirly smiley face on it, orange colors in the corners. They're saying: "Look at this outrages thing! isn't it crazy disrespectful? Let's rant/laugh about this for a good while! KEEP GOING!" Grey is holding their hands up as if pushing the other away saying "this frustrates me so much uugh I'VE GOT TO PUT MY OPINION! I NEED TO BE INVESTED!!"

4th Pic: yellow background. Bust shot of Purple explaining "as someone who was in a 'Trolling'/Drama deviantart group when I was young, I know and come to learn what a BAIT looks like.

+ Often outrageously long

+ Overly descriptive and convoluted

+ Causes immediate confusion and a baffling reaction over what is it supposed to Even Mean. (most of the time)

Head shot of Grey saying "DOES IT MEAN, ITS ALL FAKE THEN?!"

5th Pic: lime green background. Purple is holding Grey's shoulders to calm them down saying "nope! A BAIT is a statement publicized to provoke a reaction out of anyone. It can be fake or real." A white head is smiling mischievously. Beside the head it says "A TROLL, is someone who actively does FAKE things to bring attention to themselves. (not every troll is malicious, and not all trolling is done to harm)." Underneath it says, "Realizing that someone wants your attention and time to have either: a minute of fame or just an ego boost is what really matters here."

6th Pic: Pretty green background. Purple has their hand over Grey's shoulder still saying "lets practice 3 simple steps:" (As displayed by lil grey head).

Roll your eyes.

Scroll and ignore.

distract and tell yourself "this is not my time" OUT LOUD.

"Make a routine out of it. And you'll do it instinctively."

7th Pic: Green/Blue background. Title is "2⭐️ Change of Scenery" Grey and their two other friends look mad/annoyed/frustrated. Purple is to the side saying "does it feel like your friend group can only bond through incessant venting or ranting, and just mutual hate of people or things? does it feel like you or they actively seek this because theres nothing else?"

8th Pic: Blue background. Purple is laying beside Grey saying "This does not mean they are bad friends. This does not mean you should leave them or cut them off. Sometimes they are exhausted just like you! you just need to ease them into new changes..."

9th Pic: Blue/Purple background. Two sections, the first section is titled, "A. Rant about things that you dont take as seriously. Laugh it off." Grey is talking to their friend saying "god, Happy Feet 2 really sucked!" Which is replied with "I Knowww!"

The second section is titled, "B. Let yourself be vulnerable and honest for a moment." Grey is talking to their other friend, "I care about us a lot, and i don't want things to go bad. We need to talk a bit." Their friend nods in reply.

10th Pic: Darker purple colored background then last time. No pictures. "it's a bit of trial and error. And thats normal, allow yourself to meet new people who may have a slower pace in life, a more relaxed outlook, someone who just listens or just to have FUN with, without overthinking every conversation."

11th Pic: Purple/Pink background. Titled "3⭐️ Redirecting your Energy" Purple is roasting a marshmallow on Grey's enflamed head, who is also looking down confused. Purple says, "your anger is fuel. It can be converted into many things!

12th Pic: Pink background. There is two sections, Grey is freely crying in the first one. "NO TIME FOR SHAME: CRY! Allow yourself to cry out of sadness, happiness, relief or love for anything. people you don't know, animals, songs, media, ANYTHING."

Second section is titled "Can you move? Move." It lists some examples:

". Pacing

. Stretching

. Singing

. dancing

. wandering

. reorganizing"

Purple is stretching, Grey is singing with energy and little squiggles coming out of them.

13th Pic: Salmon background. Titled "The world needs you." A drawing of the planet earth with a sign on it that says "HOME" is off to the left. On the right it says, "Theres billions of people out there, lovely people. The world needs your anger to protect it out of love, not hatred." Theres a picture of Grey holding a sign that says, "I CARE ABOUT LIFE!" The text beside them says, "Look into ways to actually help with the causes you actually believe in. Its all worth it in the long run."

14th Pic: Light Orange background. Grey and their friend are hugging happily. The text says, "Help must be a mutual thing. Check on the people you care about." Purple is giving a thumbs up, saying, with the letters containing a rainbow gradient, "I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!" /End ID]

Tips to not fall into unnecessary anger (long post below)

this is meant to help anyone who is having problems with getting caught up in things that have no immediate harmful repercussions but are in an environment that makes them feel like they have to care about very trivial discussion that gets sparked out in any kind of social media or even just with friend groups, or feeling like they lash out very quickly at any person that just annoys them a bit, i know its hard but i know you can get out there and work on your own emotions to not end up driving people away. 

im not a certified therapist or anything like that, im just an overly observant autistic schizoaffective 20 something who has learned from up and downs of trying to socialize in my late teens when i had been caught up in my own head without understanding how people work, for years. i can only hope anything i say can help even just a little!

take care of yourselves and dont be afraid to share this around for either yourself or someone you care about who could be going through a similar situation.

im also open for anyone willing to do a transcript of this whole thing, as i am not good with transcriptions.

[psycheyn]

pairing: johnny suh x fem reader

genre: fluff (i guess? i don't knowww this is a first :<)

warnings: nonee (or a little cravings, i guess?)

note: this is my first attempt to write, pls bear with me `^`

[ 12:21 am ]

johnny is on the midst of playing valorant with jaehyun and haechan when he hears a familiar knock on his door.

“yes love? come in.” he said while his focus is still on the game.

“nah, i’ll stay here. are you busy?” you asks although you can faintly hear the keyboard smashing and johnny’s little curses.

“playing a game with jae. why? is there something wrong?— bro, i'll get back.” he stand and walks to the door, opening it to see you leaning sideways on the wall, almost like peeking.

“why? why aren’t you coming in?” he asks but you just smiled and gave him a hug.

“hmm. if you’re hugging me first then it means you need something...” his hands went to your hair and combs it while saying those out loud.

you whip your head upwards to look at johnny.

“do you realize that you unconsciously tell what’s on your mind lately?”

“do i?” he asks.

giggles. “yeah. you did it just now. no worries though, it's cute.” you said while laughing.

“cute.” he smiles. clearly not pertaining to his newfound habit, but instead of you.

“now, why are you hanging around my room and not coming in?”

“i’m coming in~" you said, throwing your hands up in the air to show him you surrender. you sit on his bed so johnny tries to walk towards you (and pamper you with kisses, he plans) but you told him off with a smile.

"finish your game first. jaehyun must be cursing you right now instead of your enemies.” you laugh when you heard him grunt, mumbling a little 'i shouldn't have accepted their invites'.

not long after, johnny turned off his monitor. still sitting in his chair, he spins around to face you.

“i'm done and i'm not playing anytime soon, so will you tell me now?” he said in all finality like you won't be seeing him playing games for a week.

“i’m actually craving some sandwich. can we go to subway?” then you smile at him, paired with two beautiful eyes that captured him the first time he saw it, and the smile that makes his heart flutter whenever he sees it.

it never gets old, it's almost the same as always, he thinks.

“sure. anything for you, mi love.” he stands up to get his keys when you said something you wanted to try again for a long time.

“can i drive too?” johnny looked at you, trying to see if you're testing him or you're just joking. but then he sees you are seriously asking.

he knows you don't really like driving (even though you have a license) because of that one incident when you almost punch the guy who overtakes you and you almost end up hitting another car.

“you want to drive suddenly? out of nowhere?”

“yeah? i mean, it's midnight? there's not a lot of cars going around." you answers. he squints at you, not really convinced so you speak again.

"though it's fine if you're not okay with it.”

“no, it's fine. but are you sure it's okay?" you hum and he smiles, kissing your forehead then grabs your hand as you two walk out of the door.

"okay, if you say so.”

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“bub, i thought we're going to subway? why are we at mcdonalds?” johnny asks when he saw where you park at. you put up a fist, startling him then pops two fingers, giving him a peace sign for the sudden change of thought.

“hehe. i’m suddenly craving for big mac and fries. oh! and nuggets? i like to eat mcflurries too”

johnny laughs at your remarks. he swiftly get out of the car and went to your side to help you.

“how are you not sure of your cravings, love?" you smiled sheepishly while he ruffles your hair, making you swerve away from him. 'stop ruffling my hair big guy'

"well, maybe my love for mcdonalds surpasses my cravings for sandwich." you jokingly shrug and made your way to the counter when he suddenly blocks you.

"woah, okay. here's a million dollar question for you, pretty lady," he stop his sentence, creating a failed attempt on suspense.

"me or mcdonalds?" you expected it but you still snicker at his question. just how far can he be so cute?

"tough one, but sorry, I have to say mcdonalds." you say, trying to tease him a bit. "come on, I'm starving." then you try to pull him from his stance.

"oh," he said. "so this is how it goes, huh. well i love mcdonalds too."

"i know love. quick, I'm really hungry."

"but not as much as i love you." then he stole a quick kiss from you and went straight first to the counter. you can hear the lady over the cashier telling him the two of you look good together and that made you smile.

uhm... hello? pls forgive me ` ^` ;;

if u saw this somewhere, no you don't ^^;; (that was just me posting on the wrong acc lol)