#i'll just share it in case someone wants to check

[haru-chi]

May I manifest this for it to become true <3

the 7th season gonna be the dream exorcist season ~

where we'll have :

Yorishima first anime debut

Hakozaki mansion 2nd story

Hand extended story

Miharu arc story

MAKE THIS HAPPEN !!! I HAVE FAITH IN YOU !!!

[natalianovnas]

༄ `. 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 & 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊

summary : natasha believes she's the reason why you almost got hurt in your own shared apartment so she believes ending things with you is the best decision but you don't let her off the hook so easily.

warnings : angst (w happy ending as all angst should be), mention of blood, gun, an intruder and bullet, reader having minor injuries, natasha wanting to break up.

words count : 2.3k

an : so basically, this one has already been posted on my wattpad and the writing there is awful for most chapters but I'm two lazy to proofread them again and do modifications so if you wanna go check, you're free to do so but at your own risk (wattpad link on my masterlist). anyways, i just decided to finally include the angst i wanted to include since having this story idea. also, this was inspired from a c.ai bot. enjoy :3

If there was something Natasha feared more than loosing you, it was having someone who'd hurt you. So just imagine how she felt, coming home to the sight of you, frightened, covered in blood and disoriented.

You had called her earlier, rambled about someone breaking in and trying to hurt you and Natasha knew she wouldn't hesitate to spill blood but turns out it wasn't needed because you'd already defended yourself.

By the time the Russian crossed the front door, your gaze met and it only took you a second before running straight into her arms.

Natasha took a look at the scene while holding you. The lifeless figure of the man smashed through the glass coffee table, a bullet hole through his chest with blood leaking from it.

The gun was one of Natasha's—which was for emergency cases, just like this one.

"Don't you worry your pretty head, детка (babe). I'll take care of everything." She murmured against your temple after placing a kiss there, her hand gently cradled your head while her other arm was around your waist.

Your nose was buried in her shoulder, seeking her scent that could only provide the comfort you needed.

This was the risks of dating a civilian.

She had voiced her concerns to you prior to dating. You told her it was fine and that it wouldn't certainly happen. That even if it did, you'd be ready due to her teaching you self-defense.

But now, here you are.

Natasha was going to be way more protective of you than she already is and that wasn't questionable.

You turned your head to look down at the mess around the apartment at the same time, a quiet sob escaped your lips and it's only now that you're conscious that you've been crying, silently. You heart is beating pretty fast in your chest as you recall every moment of what happened previously.

The redhead notices, of course she does, and she doesn't hesitate before guiding you away from the living room to the bathroom instead. You barely register her words but look away from the mess nonetheless as you're dragged away.

She doesn't force you to speak or so ever. What she does is walk you over to the sink and gently wash the blood off your hands while standing behind you.

Natasha mutters soothing words to your ear —occasionally kissing your temple— taking time to let the water flows down, between and around your slender fingers to wash the blood away.

Your mind is fuzzy but you're aware of her presence, aware of what's happening.

Despite the fact that your concerns weren't elevated, you once imagined something like this happening but you thought you'd be able to shoot someone without much difficulties, just like Natasha did but you were so wrong.

What no one ever told you was that the first shot would always be terrifying, no matter how prepared you'd think you could be.

The sink is turned off and your hands are being dried by Natasha. She didn't asked you anything until now and that was a relief because you couldn't utter a word if you were being pressured to do it.

She went slowly, softly and carefully as to avoid startling you and it's only now that you decide to speak up.

"I didn't meant to." You mutter, mostly trying to convince yourself more than her. You weren't even looking at her, your eyes were empty as you stared at nothing but then your gaze met hers. "I swear, I didn't meant to."

Natasha put the towel on the edge of the sink and held your body closely against hers, hands slowly rubbing over your sides. "I know, красивый (beautiful), it's alright, it'll be okay,"

"He was going to hurt me, Nat. I swear. It was him or me.." You states and the tremble and fear in your voice didn't go unnoticed.

Natasha wanted nothing more in this moment than to get you to be okay again, to see you smile again but she knew she had to let you pour out your emotions and be there for you first.

Because you needed her to go over this.

She hated seeing you like this, eyes that always held joy were now full of tears for a worthless person.

She hated that you felt like you had to explain yourself because you were totally not in the wrong. You had only defended yourself and that is how you should be seeing this.

"I know, princess, I know," Her hands continued to hold you close. "And i've got you now. It's okay."

You shook your head, tears prickling down your cheeks, panic rushing back into you. "No, It's not okay. I just killed someone, I just got—"

The spy gently pressed her finger to your lips to interrupt you, her expression still calm but firm.

"No. It is okay. You did just kill someone, yes. But you did it to protect yourself. You had no other choice. I know this is a lot to process, but you need to understand that you did the right thing for yourself."

The redhead's eyes were looking directly into yours, her gaze stern but full of concern and care for you.

You wanted to keep protesting but no words were coming out so you gave up and simply leant into her while she continued to hold you close. Her fingers slowly came up to run through your hair, her touch gentle and soothing.

"I'm here for you, okay? I'll take care of everything. You're not alone in this. I just need you to breathe for me, okay? Deep breaths."

You nod hesitantly but take deep breaths nonetheless, following her rhythm. She's relieved to see that you're somewhat cooperating with her request to take deep breaths.

"Good, just like that." She praises you gently while continuing to speak in that soothing tone of hers. "Keep taking deep breaths, love. Just focus on your breathing and staying calm, okay? You're doing well."

You let out a sigh and your eyes flutter close. Your nose brushes against Nat's jaw — taking in both her scent and the feeling of her skin on yours. Leaning up, your nose brushes her cheek, and your lips get closer to hers but before you have the chance to make a move for it, she pulls away, making you frown.

"Why?" You whisper and it's a real wonder how she heard it.

The redhead could see the frown on your face and it tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted to kiss you, to give you comfort and reassurance. But she also knew it wasn't right. Not yet, not like this.

"It's not because I don't want to, love. I do. But not like this."

Nat's slender fingers move from your cheek down to your chin, her grip gentle but firm as she tilts your head up so she can look directly into your eyes.

"You're still high on adrenaline and shock. You're not thinking straight right now. I don't want to kiss you when you're like this. I want you to be yourself when I kiss you again."

"I am me," You insist. "I just need to forget about all of this. Just for a moment."

"Love, you may be yourself, but you're not conscious enough right now." She pauses to take a deep breath, keeping her eyes locked to yours. "I want you to be sure of what you're doing. Not just do it to forget."

Stubborn as ever, you shook your head, not stepping down from what you wanted because you were sure of one thing — you needed her right now. "I'm me, I'm conscious, I promise. I just— please, just for a little while. I need to forget about it. It's messing with my mind and I feel like I'm gonna go crazy at any moment.."

Your hands were cradling her cheeks, the desperation and pleading in your voice and eyes were hard to ignore. "Just please, Nat.."

Her hands gently wrap around your wrists, only to pull them down and make your heart drop at the further rejection.

"No, Y/N. We're not doing that."

"But Nat—"

"I said no, Y/N. And you should stand by that."

Her tone had changed. It was firmer, like a flip had been switched and now you knew that this was more than her not wanting to make love to you in that situation.

"This is my fault. He came here because of me. You could’ve died."

Your sighed, your tone dropping. "Natasha, please.." you didn't want her to say such a thing.

"You shouldn't even be here. You shouldn't even have had to do what you did to that guy but yet, here you are and because of who? Me."

"Wait what?" You breathe out, the shift of the situation being too quick for you to actually comprehend her words and you wish she was messing with you right now but she wasn't. "What is this all about, Nat? What are you trying to say?"

"You heard me, Y/N. And I'm not taking it back. We shouldn't be together."

You swear you could've fainted right on the spot. You couldn't believe your ears. How could she say that to you so openly. Hadn't you proven yourself enough in more ways than once? Did her doubts never flatter after all these years?

So many questions with no actual answers but what you knew was that you weren't going to give into her so easily. Not with that.

"No." You state, breaking the silence between the two of you, making her eyes return to you.

"No," You say again in a firmer tone this time. "You stop right there, Natasha. Don't you dare say that to me, ever. I knew what I signed up for when I decided to be with you and I swore on whoever God rules up there that I wouldn't leave you if it isn't over my dead body!"

"You don't get to say those things to me. No matter what. I don't care if I have to face each and every of your enemies but leaving you is non negotiable."

"Y/N—"

"No, Natasha, you hear me out this time. I did not go through hell during all these years, paving my way in your heart, getting you to trust me and love me just the same way I love you for you to freak out and try to break things up between us the instant I barely get hurt. You don't get to make me do the job for you."

She couldn't be able to leave you, even if she tried, she knew she couldn't so getting you to leave was the easiest way but you were against it too.

Natasha snaps back,

"Did you see yourself back there? Did you really? No, you didn't, because I was the one who had to look at you and face the fear that was in your eyes. I hated seeing that, Y/N, because this wasn't you."

"So what, Natasha? Life isn't fairytale, even for me. It's not always going to be all smiles and rainbows but if you insist, go be a coward on your own. If you want to leave me, go ahead, leave. But don't count on me to do the job for you because I am not leaving you."

Natasha could swear that she'd never seen you so determined. She had one more reason to love you more than she already.

You were willing to stick until the end no matter what the risk was and not many people every stayed in Natasha's life. And now you had cried because of her, you'd cried because of her words

She regretted saying what she said.

Normally, she'd think before speaking but in that moment, even she wasn't sure of what happened. If you left that meant only one thing, that you needed some space for a moment and Natasha would allow it to you.

The silence that followed your exit was louder than any shout. Natasha stood still in the bathroom, the warmth of your touch still lingering on her skin, but your absence left a hollow in her chest.

She stared at the doorway, jaw tight, fists clenched at her sides. It was supposed to protect you. Pushing you away, creating distance—that’s what she told herself. But all she’d done was break something precious. Something real.

The minute your palm made contact with the bedroom's doorknob and closed it behind you, you broke down.

You didn't even know what hurt more if it was the fact that Natasha's solution for al all this was for you both to break up or that she might still have self doubts in this relationship.

The tears kept flooding, mind fuzzy with all the events of the day and you slowly were starting to feel drained. Dragging yourself up after calming down a bit, cries turning into sobs, you made your way to the bed and curled down on it, arms wrapped around yourself.

The tears were slowly rolling down your cheeks, the pain thudding in your heart from the words of your beloved. You hated feeling like this, drained, helpless and alone. Your eyes remained fixated on your window, admiring the afternoon hours turning into evening.

Only then, you barely register it when the door is pushed open.

Natasha stood at the doorway for a moment, taking in the sight of you — strong, stubborn, broken — all because of her.

“Just go away, please, I don't wanna talk.” You don't even look in her way as you whisper this, only wrapping your arms around yourself tighter.

“I can't do that, love,” She replies, “You know that more than anyone else.”

You didn’t respond, and it made her heart clench even more. She walked toward you then knelt in front of you, hands resting on your knees but not forcing anything.

“I'm sorry, baby. I thought pushing you away would protect you. I thought if I made you hate me, you’d be safer,” She said, eyes locked to yours, desperate for a flicker of understanding. “But all I did was hurt you. Again.”

Your eyes finally met hers. Tired. Glassy. But open.

“You did,” You whispered. “You really did.”

Natasha nodded, tears stinging her own eyes now. “And I hate myself for it. Because you… you were right. You didn’t give up on me, and I should’ve trusted that. I should’ve trusted you.”

You searched her face, trying to find sincerity. And it was there. In every line. Every tear. Every crack in her voice.

“I looked at you, and all I could think about was how close I came to losing you. Because of my past. Because of someone who was after me, not you.”

You swallowed hard. “It didn’t feel like protection, Nat. It felt like punishment.”

Natasha stepped closer. “I know. I know that now. And I hate myself for making you feel that way. You stayed. You fought for me while I tried to run.”

“I was scared,” Natasha admitted. “But you weren’t. Not of me, not of what comes with me. You were brave enough to stay, and I—I panicked.”

Natasha reached up, cupping your cheek again, gently this time. “If you’ll still have me... I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

This time, when you leaned in, Natasha didn’t pull away.

The kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow. Full of apology, of longing, of love reignited through pain. Her fingers held your jaw like you were something fragile — not because she thought you’d break, but because she knew she almost did.

“Hold me?”

Her lips curved into a smile, “I was hoping you'd ask.”

She climbed into bed beside you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you close with the kind of care she wished she’d given you earlier. No more pushing away. No more doubt. Just her, and you, and the space between your heartbeats — finally closing.

[dduane]

School librarian here, just stopping in to share a story... Someone recently donated a scattered handful of your Young Wizards books to our library. I devoured them as a child and was excited to share them with my students, so I dug up copies of the ones we were missing, up through book 8. I got them out onto the shelf last week. On Friday, one of my middle schoolers came in asking for recs. I suggested the first book. He wasn't sure about it, but he trusted me enough to at least try it. He said it looked weird, though, and grabbed another random book just in case.

Monday morning, he was the first student in at my desk, and he checked out the next two in the series! He's hooked!

It gets no better than that. :)

...I have to wonder about the cover on the one that "looked weird", though. Certainly there are some of the SYWTBAW covers that've struck me as a little weird, over time. In particular, I was never quite sure what was going on in the art director's mind with the ones Harcourt commissioned from David Bowers...

Meanwhile, I've got plenty of copies of book 9, so if you want to DM me, I'll send one your way. :)

[act-nat-ural]

First Sight

@dira333: what if you're related or friends with the Miya twins and they accidentally or not set you up with someone on the msby roster? Meian is really cute if you know the manga, but there's also Sakusa, Hinata or Bokuto

word count: 1782

Osamu had already closed Miya Onigiri for the day, yet his two favorite moochers were still sitting at a booth consuming his food for free. He sighs, having already locked the doors, and put the chairs on top of the tables. He takes a seat next to Atsumu and joins your guys’ conversation. “I’m just sayin’,” Atsumu starts, “If yer so lonely, go out an’ meet someone. It's not that hard.”He finishes his sentence by taking a gigantic bite. He nods to himself like he made a great point, though you and Osamu are giving him side eyes. 

“And how would ya know that? Ya haven’t gone on a date in over three months.” You point out.

Osamu snorts and adds, “Last relationship I remember you cryin’ like a baby, saying’ that ya would never love again.” 

Atsumu scoffs and mumbles a “Shuddup!” while you let out a deep sigh and rest your head on the cool surface of the table. “It's not fair.” You whine. “I've got like, no love life. Why don’t ya set me up with yer hot friends?” 

They share a look for a minute, then at the same time say “No.” You scoff and slam a hand on the table. 

“Why the hell not!” 

Osamu raises his hands in defense while Atsumu enters ‘big brother mode’. “Yer our only sister, and I love ya too much to set ya up with the idiots I call friends. Yer too good for them!” You roll your eyes but he continues. “Omi probably has some secret girlfriend already, Shoyo only thinks about volleyball, and Koutaro’s.. Well, he's.. I dunno. But I don’t trust them with ya!”

You groan and give Osamu a pleading look. “Please?” He gives you a deadpan look.

“It's a hard no. I’d have to kill Rintaro if he even looked at ya wrong.” You groan and throw your hands in the air.

“Gimme a break! I’m a grown woman, I can handle myself.” They both burst into laughter, so you kick Atsumu under the table.

“Owch! Hey!” 

–

You were watching a movie at home by yourself when you heard your phone start to buzz. You glance away from the screen to see ‘Samu’ in bold letters pop up on your phone. You pause the move and check the text he sent you.

Samu: Hey. You still looking for a date?

Your eyes widen and you start to squeal. “Yes! ‘Samu for the win.” You start to celebrate prematurely when your phone buzzes again. 

Samu: I have an idea but Tsumu wouldn’t like it lolol

Your smile drops and you grab the phone to respond.

You: what does that even mean…

Samu: Sooo have you ever met his team before?

You: no, I’ve met Kiyoomi but only briefly. why?? who are you thinking of?? Omg 

Samu: that desperation is exactly what made me think of him LMAO

You gasp in offense and angrily respond, 

You: WTF DOES THAT MEAN 

Samu: anyway! 🙂 I was thinking of inviting some of the team to my place for dinner or something, you wanna come? you can’t tell Tsumu you’re coming though or he'd throw a fit or smth.

You chew on your lip in thought. On one hand, you really want to meet someone. On the other, if it ends up not working out, it could really make things awkward for your brother and his friends. You pause. He’ll be fine.

You: I'll be there :) love you!

Meanwhile, Osamu sighs and leans back against the headboard. “She better not say I never do anything for her. Hmph.”

Samu: love you too 🙄

–

Osamu was drying his hands when he heard the doorbell ring. “Comin’.” He opens the door and there stands Atsumu, Kiyoomi, Shoyo, and Kotaro. Atsmu gives a cheeky grin, holding up a case of beer.

“I come bearing gifts.” Koutaro blinks in confusion.

“But I bought it-”

“Shush.”

Osamu moves aside so they can all come in. “No one else comin’?” Kiyoomi shakes his head.

“Shugo was going to but he got caught up with something. The rest all had other arrangements.” Osamu nods in understanding. Shoyo immediately beelines for the kitchen.

“What smells so good? I’m starving!”

Kiyoomi furrows his brows stating, “You ate the whole way here.”

Just then, the doorbell rings again. This time there is no need to open the door, because you just so happen to have a key. “Hello!” You stroll in like you own the place. Osamu has to fight to hold his laugh in when he sees the look on Atsumu’s face. 

“I didn’t know what to bring so I just brought cookies. I think I burnt them though.” You mumble. Kiyoomi gives you a nod in acknowledgment as you set the platter of charred baked goods on the counter. “Soo… are ya gonna introduce me?”

“Samu. What is she doing here?” Atsumu chokes out. You scoff.

 “I’m literally standing right here.”

“What? I can’t invite our own sister to my apartment?” Osamu gives an innocent shrug. 

“This was supposed to be a guys night!” Atsumu complains childishly. 

Shoyo pipes in, “I don’t mind! The more people the better. Right, Bokuto? ….Bokuto?”

–

If you had asked Koutaro then, he would have sworn he had never seen a more beautiful girl. The moment you walked in the door it was like he lost all of the air in his chest. He almost texted Keiji to ask what a heart attack felt like. His heart thumped in his chest and he could feel his hands start to get sweaty. Pretty girl. I’m not good around pretty girls. 

He didn’t even realize that he was being spoken to until Shoyo poked his arm. “Huh? Wha? Oh- Yes. Stay. Please.” Everyone just kind of stares at him for a moment before moving on. He accidentally stares at you while you get introduced to Shoyo, yet you don’t notice till Atsumu tries introducing him. You give a shy smile and a wave, and that's all he needs to see to know that he's a goner. 

–

You had never taken a good look at Koutaro Bokuto before this, and boy do you wish you had. Everything about him had you feeling weak in the knees. He was very built, taking up a large portion of the sofa that he was sitting on. You had snuck a glance at his back while walking in and Jesus. That man was built like a Greek god. His golden eyes seemed to never leave your figure, and he kept giving you a dopey smile. You give a small smile back and wave, hoping you don’t make a fool of yourself. Later, you swore you saw Osamu give you a thumbs up, but he denies it.

Everyone else flocks to the kitchen to start getting something to eat, yet you and Koutaro stay behind. You hesitantly sit down beside him, a few feet away. You both give sheepish smiles directed at the other, not sure what to say. Just then, Osamu comes back. “Darn. We’re out of soy sauce. Koutaro, (Name), do ya guys mind going to the market and grabbing some?” He says, not very convincingly. 

Shoyo gives him a confused look and starts, “But there was some-” 

“Shush.”

Koutaro immediately shoots up from his seat. “Yeah, we can get it!” He gives you a beaming smile and you can’t help but return in. He lends you a hand up from the sofa, practically bouncing with excitement. “We’ll be back soon.” Osamu gives you a wink and pats your back. 

“Take your time.”

You and Koutaro are silent for a while as you walk to the nearest market. You notice that while his strides are larger than yours, he slows his pace to match yours. He shoves his hands in his pockets and takes a glance around

“So, what do you do for fun?” He turns and asks suddenly. You hum in thought.

 “I guess I hang out with my brothers a lot. I watch movies alone sometimes. Work has kept me busy recently, so I haven’t been doing much recently.” He nods in understanding.

He clears his throat before inquiring, “You don’t watch movies with your boyfriend?” 

You smile and shake your head, laughing. “No, I don’t have one.” He stops walking and gawks at you.

 “Seriously?! You're single?!” You raise your eyebrows in surprise and nod slowly. 

“Yeah.. why? Is it that surprising?” He shakes his head yes enthusiastically. 

“I totally thought you’d be married or something, you're so pretty.”

You go quiet. “Really?”

“Yes! Really! Man, I thought I had like no shot.” He adds. You both freeze and look at each other wide eyed.

 “Huh?”

 “What?”

You sputter and point at him. “Ya just- ya said ya thought-” 

“I- well-!” You both stand on the sidewalk, fidgeting with your hands. He scratches his head and blushes. “Are you free tomorrow?” 

You had never said yes faster in your life.

– 

You two were dying of laughter, wiping your eyes from tears. “Man, I wish I had sisters.” You say. 

“Yeah, they're pretty cool.” He says matter of factly. You both had gotten sidetracked and never ended up going to the market. Currently, he and you were sitting on a pair of swings at a local park. Your phone buzzes softly and you apologize to him before checking it. 

Tsumu: where tf did you go 

You: don’t cockblock me <3

Tsumu: PARDON?

You click your phone to silent before turning back to Koutaro. “Now, where were we?”

–

It only took a few dates before he asked you to be his girlfriend. You agreed, of course. You would've said yes if he had asked the night you met, if you were honest. Atsumu begrudgingly gave Koutaro his blessing to propose a couple years into dating. Osamu was a bit offended that he didn't ask him, considering he was responsible for you two meeting.

Koutaro was terrible at keeping secrets, so he ended up proposing the second he got home after ring shopping. You felt a bit ambushed, having been washing dishes in unwashed pajamas, but it was still a definite yes.

Currently, Atsumu was walking up to the mic to give a speech during your wedding. You rest your head on Koutaro’s shoulder, and he intertwines your fingers. Atsumu pokes the microphone and the feedback screeches, bothering everyone.

“Ahem. Now, if anyone knows me, they know I love my sister. That, and I only want what's best for her. That having been said, I would like a ‘thank you’ for this marriage, considering it was my idea to get ya together.”

“Liar!”

note: i just realized i keep writing the twins shushing people lol. Bokuto is so fun to write for 😭 he’s so silly

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Choose One (Chapter 3) by Uzumaki Rebellion

Characters: Elijah "Smoke" Moore and Elias "Stack" Moore (characters in the Michael B. Jordan movie "Sinners"). Lena Blackwell (OC).

Warning(s): Mentions of Hoodoo, Explicit Sex, Romance, Adult Language, and Angst. Pre-Sinners movie.

Summary: Lena Blackwell works in an illegal after-hours Black & Tan club in Bronzeville where she seduces twin brothers Smoke and Stack. Each brother has qualities she likes and she embarks on an illicit affair with both. All is well until one of the twins starts catching feelings.

Word Count: 4K

Masterlist HERE.

"See-line woman (see-line)

Black dress on (see-line)

For a thousand dollars (see-line)

She wail and she moan (see-line)"

Nina Simone—"See-Line Woman."

On the third day, just like the Jesus in the bible that Bernice loved so much, Lena rose from her respite. She bathed, perfumed her body, and curled her hair perfectly. She caught a cab to the club, picked up her favorite roasted peanuts to share with her co-workers, and strolled inside to find Smoke waiting for her at the bar.

"Lena. Good to see you again. Are you feeling alright?"

The concern in his voice touched her.

She put her peanuts behind the counter and took off her coat and hat. He checked out her hair and the new black work dress that was tighter than usual. It revealed more of her figure, especially her behind. She handed him brand new pre-rolls inside another cigarette case.

Dimples.

"Shall I bring your drink to your table?" she asked, already mixing dark rum and orange juice.

"Nah, I'll have it here. Thanks."

Max raised an eyebrow at her.

Lena handed Smoke the drink, and he stroked her finger gently while taking the glass. He enjoyed the opening floor show from the vantage point of the bar. It made some staff members nervous to see him hanging out there. Smoke wasn't the fun twin. Stack was.

Caroline fumed all night, upset that someone hadn't seated him at his regular table where she could monopolize his attention. During the headlining band's break, Lena joked with the bass player and the drummer who requested whiskey shots from her. They were guys she knew from her time as a waitress at a port diner where she served sailors, hookers, johns, and flamboyant pimps.

She forgot about Smoke being there and shared bawdy jokes and sordid tales about the wharf, cracking the men up. The drummer tapped a beat on the counter, reminiscing about the good times on the wharf, and the bass player started singing an old song about prostitutes working tricks. Lena got to bobbing her head and swiveling her hips behind the counter as she walked seductively like the streetwalkers did.

"Shake it Lena!" the drummer said.

She waved her hand dismissively at him and stacked shots of whiskey on a tray for Bernice. The bass player kept singing to her.

"See-line woman…dressed in green…wears silk stalkings…with golden seams…sing it with me, Lena!"

Smoke stood from his seat.

"Alright now. Let the lady work in peace. Break time is over. These people need music on the bandstand, not here."

Smoke's tone was firm, but there was a gleam in his eye. He enjoyed seeing the playful side of her. She also sensed that he didn't want other men taking her attention away from him in the club. The bass player and drummer slinked away.

"See-line woman…see-line…she drink coffee…she drink tea," Lena sang.

"A woman shouldn't be singing a song like that," he said.

"A woman can sing anything she wants," she countered.

The lilt in her voice worked magic on his lips. He smiled at her in a way he hadn't before. It lit a fire in her to be a little extra that night. Smoke took his half-finished drink back to his regular table and Lena chased after the bass player and drummer headed for the bandstand. She whispered in the drummer's ear and he drew back from her with uncertainty in his eyes.

"Don't worry, just do it," she said.

They took their positions back on the bandstand. Lena fluffed her curls and waited.

The bass player spoke to the bandleader, and he glanced over at Lena with curiosity. She waved her fingers at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to do a song for you…it's an oldie, but a goodie. This one is going out to Mr. Smoke Moore."

Smoke stared at the bandleader with a crease on his forehead. Caroline lit his cigarette for him and he puffed away, waiting to see what the band would play. The music came out fast and spicy.

"Girl, what are you doing over here?" Bernice asked.

"Catching a bee with the honey he likes."

Lena strode over to the mic stand and looked in Smoke's direction. Her voice matched the raciness of the bands' playing. The serving staff stayed rooted in place, their mouths open, watching the bartender sing instead of the male vocalist on the piano. She flicked her hands like she was clucking juicy gossip to her girlfriends at the hair salon for her weekly pressing. The band members backed her up by repeating 'see-line' after each line she belted out.

"See-line woman…dressed in red…make a man…lose his head…"

The crowd reveled in the vulgar connotations, and the flute player punctuated her seductive tone with bright accents. She rolled the words off her tongue sensually. People jumped up to dance. Lena gave them the raunchy song they needed to get laid that night.

"See-line woman…black dress on…for a thousand dollars…she wail and she moannnn…."

Lena ran her hands along the sides of her hips and thrust her pelvis three times toward the crowd on the dance floor before twirling in a circle, leading the audience into a lustful frenzy of release.

"Purr like a cat…wink at a man…and he wink back…fuck that man good…and he fuck ya back…."

She stroked the mic stand like it was a long, hard dick and the audience went crazy, repeating the chorus after her like they were her back-up singers. Lena sang the most vulgar version of the song she knew, drawing out shocked and delighted gasps from the crowd. The dancing became frenetic, primal…transcendent. She let the band play, gyrating her hips slowly in such an erotic way that she aroused herself.

Stepping away from the mic, she let the band finish for her.

She walked past Smoke.

His eyes had a shine in them that gave her goosebumps. He called out to her.

"Lena."

She ignored him, returning to the bar where it grew hectic because customers and staff wanted to flock to her with praise.

"Girl, you are so nasty! I can't believe you got up there and sang that!" Bernice cackled.

"My, my, my," Frank said, "Who knew that type of filth could come out of your mouth?"

Lena accepted the compliments with the chiding and finished her shift.

Smoke stayed away from the bar.

At the end of closing, she sighed and rolled her stiff neck. Max put the day's take in the safe and they both snuck a drink of rye whiskey together.

"You were something else tonight, Miss Lena," Max said, clinking his glass with hers. "They ought to hire you for an engagement here at the Sunset Café. Where you learn to sing like that?"

"Hanging with sailors."

"You too young and pretty for those uncouth ruffians down there."

"I'm not that young," she muttered under her breath so Max couldn't hear.

She was neither young nor old. Timeless. Perhaps eternal if she thought about it more.

"Night, Max. Frank," she said.

"Want me to see you out?" Max asked.

"No, go 'head and finish up."

Lena grabbed her hat and the fur coat that Stack bought her and pulled it on. She stuffed her bag of peanuts in the pockets along with her tips for the night.

The air felt crisp and cool against her face. She inhaled, plopped her hat on her head, and headed left.

Smoke leaned against the building with one foot pressed against it. His blue flat cap was pulled low, nearly hiding his eyes.

"Mr. Moore."

"Headed home?"

"Yeah."

He stared at her. She pulled her coat tighter around her middle.

"You have a nice voice. How come you don't sing instead of working behind the bar?"

She sighed and propped herself next to him on the wall.

"That's not the type of life I want to have."

"What kind of life you want?"

"Not sure. But I enjoy working at the bar. I meet all kinds of interesting characters. It's easy. I hear great music for free. I can watch pretty people in their pretty clothes have fun."

"You got a man?"

She blinked and darted her eyes toward the street that stayed active with night owls. He chuckled.

"What, you married or something?" he said.

"No. Nothing like that. Besides, no man would want to marry me, anyway."

"Why not?"

His probing eyes had an earnestness in them that was refreshing.

"I can't have children. A man doesn't want a woman that can't have his babies."

Something flickered behind his eyes and he glanced down at his shoes.

"What about you?" she said.

"What about me?"

"You with someone?"

He shook his head.

"The life I lead ain't got time for a woman in it."

"So why are you asking me if I have a man?"

She turned in toward him. He leaned a shoulder on the wall and faced her.

"Just curious."

"Why?"

"Cuz if you were my woman, you wouldn't be working."

"What would I be doing?"

Lena stepped closer to him. He lowered his head, and she held her breath, waiting for him to kiss her. Although he had the same face as Stack, Smoke carried a maturity that was beyond his age. He gazed at her lips and she puckered them.

"Let me give you a ride home."

He pulled back and Lena stared at him, miffed that she couldn't taste his lips.

"Okay," she said, once she realized he wasn't going to kiss her.

He opened the passenger side of his red roadster and she climbed in. She gave him her address, and they rode in silence.

"Wait, this isn't my place," she said.

He pulled in front of a building that was fancy and exclusive.

"I know. It's my place."

He climbed out of the car from his side and opened up her passenger door. Helped her out.

The distinguished-looking Black doorman tipped his hat at Smoke and opened the door for them. Lena didn't say a word as Smoke clasped her hand in his and took her toward the elevator.

"Evening, Mr. Moore," the elevator operator said.

Smoke nodded and Lena stood next to him. Her hands shook slightly, and a light sheen of sweat dampened the back of her neck and her thighs. There was no playful banter between them, like Stack would've been doing to make her smile or laugh. Smoke stayed solemn as they stepped off the fifth floor.

At his door, she stopped him from turning the key by placing her hand on his chest.

Something changed within him. His heart beat beneath her fingers. He placed his hand softly over hers, keeping it near his heart.

"Why did you bring me here, Smoke?"

"Because you want to be here. With me."

She swallowed hard. Butterflies danced in her belly.

"How you know that for sure?"

"You been tryin' to get my attention for weeks. Now you have it all."

Her eyes welled up.

He tilted his head.

"Why the tears?"

"I didn't think you wanted me. Just about gave up until tonight."

"I'm glad you didn't. I haven't been attracted to anyone like this in a long time."

He kissed her then…so unexpected…so delicious.

His tongue delved inside her mouth and she let go of any need to control the outcome of their encounter.

He pulled away to finish opening the door.

His apartment was neat. Spacious. The furnishings were brand new. It smelled like pipe smoke and expensive cologne.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Please," she said.

She needed time to get her bearings with him.

He went into his kitchen, and she looked around. The view from his livingroom window overlooked another classy apartment building. There were three bedrooms, a pool table, and a card table in a corner. A nice fireplace with a wide mantel showcased the front room. She took off her coat and hat. Placed them on the couch.

"Big place," she said after he handed her a glass of white wine.

"Courtesy of Al Capone," he said.

"Cost you a lot?"

"Cost me nothing," he said with a wink.

He looked around his place as if seeing it for the first time, too.

"I share this spot with my brother—"

Lena coughed, and the wine went down the wrong pipe.

"You okay?"

"Yes. Excuse me. Wine is so good I drank it too fast."

She coughed a few more times to clear her throat and put her glass on his coffee table.

"I kinda miss his noisy ass. He'll be back in another week. Lotta shit happening…some expansions coming up."

"Glad to hear things are going well. The stuff I read in the papers is kinda scary…"

He stood in front of her with an intense look in his eyes.

"You're different," he said.

"I'm sure you say that to a lot of women."

She moved around the coffee table to look at the art on the wall. He hung up his coat and put his hat on a rack near the front door.

Lena noticed a phonograph in the room near the fireplace and went to it. She looked at the considerable record collection they had in a box and picked out a Bessie Smith record. Piano chords punctured the stillness of the room and Bessie's mournful voice sang of wanting a little sugar in her bowl.

"You tryna tell me something?" he said.

"Maybe."

Smoke grinned and his face lit up.

She snaked her hips over to him and they slow-danced.

"You're so much better looking when you smile, Mr. Moore."

"Smoke."

"Smoke."

He kissed her forehead before seeking her lips. His kisses were unhurried, and he nibbled on her neck between moments of using his wide tongue to explore her mouth. They kissed and danced to the music, stretching out the foreplay, learning what type of pace they wanted to have for the night.

Lena unbuttoned the first four buttons of his shirt while he pulled down his suspenders.

"What's this?" she asked.

She touched a small leather bag hanging around his neck. Above it sat a necklace made of two silver coins. He touched the coins first.

"This is a necklace me and my brother made when we were in the war together. He has one too. It makes us feel connected when we're apart, y'know? He's the only family I have out here."

"Are your parents still alive?"

He shifted his gaze to her lips again. Evasive.

"My mother is still in Mississippi. My father…he's dead."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. He was mean… some folks say evil. He wasn't always like that. This right here is my mojo. Been wearing it for seven years. My old lady said it's supposed to protect me while I'm away."

"You're married?"

"I was. Common law. Not anymore."

"What happened? To you and your wife. Why didn't it work?"

Smoke fondled his mojo.

"Me and Annie…that was her name…she and I grew up together. She was a Creole from Louisiana. Her folks came out to Mississippi for work when she was little. We had a baby girl together who passed away real young. Almost two months after she was born. That was a tough time for us, and then the war came and…me and Stack…we went overseas. Never went back."

"She still down there?"

"Yeah."

Lena kissed his hand while it still held the mojo bag.

"I think I would've died had you left me," she said.

"That's all in the past."

"I'm sorry about your baby girl. I bet she was a real pretty little one."

He grinned at the memory.

"She was."

"What was her name?"

"Selah."

"Forever."

"Huh?"

"Her name. Selah. It means forever."

"I didn't know that. Forever…"

"Smoke…"

His lids spilled over with tears. Lena tried to wipe them away.

"I didn't mean to make you sad, I'm sorry Smoke…forgive me…please…forgive me."

He sought her lips and kissed away his sorrow. She gave him the passion she held for him and he groaned with the relief at letting go. Sliding her hands around his neck, she held him close. His hands roamed, learning her curves and soft places. Their body heat grew as passion rose higher.

Lena reached down and squeezed his dick. It throbbed in her hand and she groaned.

"Smoke!"

They both moaned between kisses and he fumbled with the button and zipper of his trousers. He threaded his fingers in the back of her curls and forced her to face the mantel. She spread her arms wide and placed her hands on the surface to steady her body for what was to come. He shoved her dress above her hips. Smacking her ass once through her satin panties, he watched it jiggle.

He was an ass man, for sure.

Yanking down her panties, he pulled down his underwear to free his dick. She gasped when he lowered himself and bit both ass cheeks tenderly, then kissed them before dragging his tongue across the cleft of her backside. He kissed the back of her neck, and then whispered in her ear, "Do you want me?"

She shuddered at the heat in her ear as he plunged his tongue in and out.

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you…I want you Smoke!"

She began mewling as he fingered her clit.

"So wet…dripping…Lena…"

The breathiness of his voice had her stomach flip-flopping.

"Fuck me, Smoke. I want your dick!"

He dragged the head against her pubic hairs, parting the center until he reached her slick labia.

"What do you want me to do again?" he teased.

He nibbled on her ear and fingered her, dipping a tentative index and middle finger inside of her. Wiggling his digits, they both heard the gushy sound of her pussy…so ready for him.

"Make love to me."

"Maybe I wanna fuck instead."

She turned to look back at him. The words out of his mouth said one thing. His eyes said another.

"We can do both," she said, pouting her lips, the red lipstick seducing him more.

He entered her slowly, keeping one hand on the arch of her back and the other squeezing her ass cheek. Those needy eyes stayed on her ass. His thrusts were even, and like his brother, his dick tugged on her clit, giving her the friction to keep her overly aroused. She watched his face while he took her. So intense. His mouth parted as she squeezed his dick, sending tight pulses along his erection. He froze up and let her throw it back on him. By then, his hands hovered above her ass, slapping each orb, thrilled to listen to the loud smacking sound. He grunted, then gripped her hips to control the rhythm. Ecstasy lit up his face. Any thoughts of using condoms didn't matter. The man was in there deep and clapping her cheeks with the care that only an ass man could give.

Lena gave him a show, making her cheeks bounce.

"Fuck girl…dassit…give that shit to Daddy!"

She laughed, and he showed all his teeth with his lascivious smile that revealed gums. His lips bunched up when she hit his spot. She moved forward until she was just fucking the tip and he nearly lost his damn mind. He pulled down the top of her dress, trying to hold a breast, and she got off his dick.

Undressing, she took everything off except for her garters and stockings.

Smoke lusted at her nudity. She trembled. So much desire poured out from him through his eyes.

"Damn, you got some beautiful titties. They just stand up high. And your nipples are perfect. You look like one of them statues in a museum."

Her face warmed up from the compliments.

His eyes dropped to the damp hairs hiding her sex.

He took off his clothes and just let them fall to the floor. His dick was a solid mass of pleasure.

"You like what you see?" he said.

He grabbed his dick and fisted himself for her, letting pre-cum drip onto the floor.

Lifting one of her legs, he plunged back into her and fucked the shit out of her while standing up.

He pulled out of her pussy and threaded his fingers with hers, pulling her toward the back of the apartment. They passed two bedrooms. At the third, he picked her up and gently placed her on his enormous bed. She let him feel all over her body, and she did the same to his. Despite having the same physique as Stack, Smoke had pleasure areas that were distinct. Knowing all of Stack's erogenous zones, Lena had fun discovering all of Smoke's.

"Climb on top, yeah…the other way baby, I want to look at that ass while you bounce on me…damn…Lena…"

Glancing back at him again, she took joy in watching the contortions on his face. She gently rubbed and squeezed his nutsack. It felt heavy and so warm in her hand. Stopping her bounces, she let her pussy cradle his dick in wet warmth. His eyes rolled back, and he luxuriated in the feeling of connection.

Lena turned back around to face him, wanting to kiss him while she made love. They entwined fingers, and she held his hands down on the bed.

"You're riding me like you've been wanting this dick," he said.

"I have. As fine as you are, I'd be crazy not to want all this."

He thrust up, and her clit throbbed. Smoke rubbed gentle circles on it, pulling out soft sighs from her lips.

"Can I cum inside you?" he asked.

"Yes."

Her sweat dripped down on him and mingled with the sweat on his skin. She admired his chest and his mojo bag. Touched the silver coins necklace.

"I can make you feel good all the time, Lena. If you let me."

"I want you to. I want you."

"Yeah? I'm a lot to handle."

"I can handle you."

He thrust up and touched a part of her that brought an explosion of stars into her eyes. The slow rotation of his hips felt like the motion of water. It captivated her. She touched his lips. He kissed her fingers. His hands roamed over her breasts, and he pinched her nipples, making her laugh again in delight. His eyes latched onto hers and they remained quiet, staring at one another and mutually rocking against their hot, sweaty flesh.

The sex was slow. Gentle. Freeing.

Her orgasm rippled in strong steady throbs that knocked the breath from her.

"Smoke! Oh…I'm cumming on your dick…you're making me…ooh…ooh…"

The release stretched across her stomach and brought tingles to her nipples. Her toes bunched at his thighs, and Smoke kept pumping into her, thrusting his hips, stretching her walls…capturing her heart. When her mouth fell open, letting out a groan as the next wave of another orgasm exploded out from her, Smoke's body went rigid and he ejaculated. Her insides throbbed with his dick and it was the perfect start to their night together. Glancing at his face, there were shiny tears in his eyes.

They matched the ones that fell from hers.

Chapter 4 HERE.

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Doctor's In - Part 20

Summary: Will Wanda get to propose first?

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the last chapter I'll be posting before a little break. I'm low on ideas for this little world, but I definitely don't rule out coming back to it in the future.

Big thanks to @esposadejoyhuerta because I posted the very first part as a little fic for her. To @a-cat-on-titan for sharing ideas that inspired me and to everyone that read and commented. I honestly think I managed to write so much because you all liked this series so much.

Everyone at Stark Hospital seems to be cheerful after the wedding. There’s still talk about who wore what, how amazing the food was and how lucky Carol and Maria got as nothing interrupted their day.

You’d appreciate the atmosphere. Except it’s Sunday. And still a day off for you, with the kids staying over at the Barton farm for the rest of the long weekend.

And yet, Kate paged you over one single case.

“I’m really sorry, they asked for an adult”

“Kate, you are an adult”

You’re in the break room, putting a lab coat over your clothes as you don’t plan on staying longer than necessary. Yelena’s sitting in the couch, scrolling down her phone.

“An older one. Not that you’re old” she hurries to say as she walks beside you. You can hear Yelena chuckling.

“Hey, you could have helped your girlfriend. Or did I teach you nothing, Belova?”

“Well, I…” 

“We…”

They both blush at the term girlfriend and you almost want to laugh. But you need at least one competent doctor to assist you, so you sigh, pulling Kate along.

“Hello, I’m doctor Y/L/N” you greet a young woman with a baby. “Doctor Bishop told me you requested a specialist”

“I’m really sorry” the woman says, bags under her eyes. The baby whines a bit as she sways them. “I’m just very worried and I want to make sure nothing’s wrong with him”

“What’s his name? And yours?” you ask calmly, as you try to examine him. You pretend to hide and watch as he follows you with his eyes. A nice way to get him comfortable and check if he’s ok.

“His name is Chuck. And I’m Ana”

“Alright, Ana, tell me what happened” you ask, allowing her to sit.

Something very common, the baby rolled over and fell from the bed. After crying, he fell back asleep but is now moody, taking longer naps and refusing to eat.

“He has a fever” Kate mentions as you examine him, making sure there are no broken bones or any other visible injuries.

“Has he been sick lately? Flu or anything of the sort?” you check his eyes with a light and he complains.

“Yes, a week or so ago. But he was better already. Oh, he also threw up this morning” the woman says, her voice shaking. She’s looking anxiously as you keep examining everything.

“Everything looks fine in his physical exam. Just a small aversion to light, but no broken bones or discomfort in his abdomen. But we should really do a CT scan just to rule out anything else. Would you be ok with that?”

“Yes, anything he needs”

“Doctor Bishop, let’s give him some ibuprofen for that fever and once he settles we can do the scan”

As you walk up to inform the technician, you run into Darcy.

“I thought you had a day off”

“Right back at you”

“Bishop paged me. What’s your excuse?”

“Oh, nothing…” Darcy looks away, but you catch her peaking around the ER.

“Oh, my God! You’re here to see Bucky!”

“Wanna shout it louder? I think even the dead bodies at the morgue heard you” she hits your side while you laugh.

“I knew you liked him back!”

“Shut up, lesbian”

You’re ready to keep arguing when someone clears their throat. You both turn, finding Bucky swaying back and forth.

“I was wondering if you…” he’s looking at Darcy, but then panicks, turning to you. “You need any help with that patient”

“I’m good. Darcy, do you need help with anything?”

The brunette glares at you, but turns to Bucky a second later.

“I’m good”

“Yeah. Ok” he nods, walking away.

“You scared him!”

“I just stood here! Didn’t even say anything” she protests.

“Yeah but all these months you kept talking about how you hated him and now he’s not sure you actually like him. Help him out”

“Don’t you have anything else to do?”

“Yes, I’m cooking dinner for Wanda”

“Proposing at last?”

“No” you clear your throat. “I don’t think”

“I’m kidding” Darcy says, remembering Wanda has everything ready. “You’re not seriously thinking about it, right?”

“Maybe. Look, we have the house to ourselves, I’m making dinner. If the conversation goes that way… I already have the ring. If not, that’s fine”

“Well… crap. I gotta go” someone pages Darcy. “Will you maybe consider hitting pause on that proposal?”

“You’ve been nagging me for weeks to do it”

“Yeah, well… I’m just making sure you’re not doing it because you’re too emotional from Carol’s weddding” Darcy lies. She hates getting involved and now she’ll have to let Wanda know you’re planning on doing this.

“Gotta go, they’re ready for the scan” you smile, thinking Darcy’s just concerned over you.

When you go back to the baby, you notice his mother is still struggling to get him to sleep. Since the scan won’t take more than a minute, you don’t want to sedate him or anything else.

“May I?”

“Yes, of course. It’s really hard to get him to na…”

A minute after he’s in your arms, the baby is fast asleep.

“Can you teach me that?” the woman says and you laugh.

“Sure can”

As Maria is not around, you decide to ask Tony for his input. He’s been cold towards you since you came back, and you know it’s an issue with his ego more than anything. Still, you try to play nice.

“Ten month old?” he checks the scan. “No bleeding or skull fracture. All good”

“Great, thanks Doctor Stark”

“Very formal. Are we not friends anymore?”

“You tell me”

“Well, don’t work with the enemy again and we’re all good” he winks at you.

Luckily, you’re able to discharge the baby, happy that it’s nothing serious. You’re about to say goodbye to Darcy when you notice she’s approaching Bucky.

“I like Italian food” she says without preamble. “So, if you want to go ask me out, that’s a good choice”

“Oh. Ok. How about tomorrow?”

“Fine. You’re buying” Darcy adjusts her glasses, leaving before Bucky can say anything else.

Well, hopefully that’s a start.

—

Wanda is pacing around the living room. It’s not just that you’re all alone in the kitchen making dinner for her. It’s Darcy’s call.

“She might propose tonight”

“What do you mean?” Wanda said.

“Well, she said she’d see where the night took her…”

“I have to distract her”

“How?”

“Boobs”

“I regret asking. Bye” Darcy hung up, while Wanda changed into a lighter shirt and threw away her bra.

It was a sweet gesture. But Wanda really wanted to be the one proposing first.

So what if she was competitive over this? It’s silly. You’d laugh it off.

Either way, she can’t let you do it, not tonight.

“Ok, food’s ready” you announce with a smile.

Since it’s a bit warmer, you decide to have dinner in the backyard, enjoying the weather and the nice lights.

“Everything ok at work?” she asks as you serve some lasagna and pour her wine.

“Yeah. Just a nervous mom that wanted reassurance. I don’t mind it, though. Can’t imagine how scary it must be to take your child to the ER” you smile at your girlfriend, observing her reaction to the food.

“It’s good” she nods and you tilt your head, knowing there’s more. Wanda rolls her eyes. “It’s good. That’s it”

“Fine”

“It’s too cheesy. But that’s just a personal preference” she says once you stop staring and you laugh.

“I like cheesy”

“I know, detka” Wanda reaches for your hand.

You keep talking about work, Wanda’s book release on Friday (thank God you have no idea it’s actually not related to the book at all), and you tell Wanda all about Darcy and Bucky’s date.

“Unlikely pair, those two” she marvels, laughing.

“I’ll say. You done? I’ll load the dishwasher considering your mom’s not around to curse at it”

“Yeah, but hurry back. Let’s stay out a little longer” she kisses you softly and you love how the taste of wine lingers on her lips.

When you’re done cleaning and go back out, the ring box is in your front pocket. The sight of Wanda sitting in the patio swing while she browses through a picture book takes your breath away.

Her hair is down, the fading light of day reflecting on her; you can tell she’s a bit cold, wearing nothing but a light shirt. You approach with a blanket, watching curiously at the pages.

“I promised I’d tell you about the twins” she reminds you, and you sit next to her, covering your laps with the blanket.

You’re moved by the pictures of the kids you love so much, admiring how small they once were. It’s also amazing how much Pietro resembles his father. Now more than ever you wish you could have been there to meet him and be with Wanda.

“Dad was with me the day they were born. Pietro had a college event, being on a sports scholarship and everything. Mom went with him to make sure he kept focused instead of flirting away”

“Mama Maximoff, professional cockblocker” you mumble, getting elbowed by Wanda. “Ok, go on”

“So I started feeling weird but thought it was nothing. My dad insisted we go to the ER. And sure enough, he was right. Mama and Pietro had just boarded their flight so we couldn’t contact them until they landed. And then it all happened so fast, so my dad went in and held Billy and Tommy before anyone else”

“You’re so brave, Wands. I could never do it alone. I’ve seen how hard it is, not just giving birth, it changes your life completely. And yet you did it, while being so patient and loving and a wonderful mother” you say, going through photos of the kids.

Birthdays, first days of school, Halloween.

“I always had my family. And now I have you too. We make a good team, detka” Wanda leans against you, showing you some of the last pages of the album. There are pictures of you and the kids, with Sparky or playing soccer.

You reach for the ring box, getting ready to say those words, but Wanda jumps on your lap, looking suddenly flustered.

“You’re so hot” she says, taking your hands and placing them on her breasts. Your eyes widen when you notice she’s not wearing a bra.

“I… uh” you stutter, trying to remember that you were proposing.

“We didn’t have dessert, detka”

“No, I guess not… oh, god” you sigh when she leans forward, biting down your earlobe.

“I have something really sweet for you” Wanda teases and your brain stops functioning. The only thing you can think about is her, naked and screaming your name.

“Well, good thing I’m starving”

Wanda laughs, but it turns into a moan when you lift her shirt and suck on one of her nipples.

Pretty soon you both forget about rings and proposals.

—

It was all so strange. You didn’t drink that much wine.

But when you wake up, alone and disoriented, it feels like you had a whole bottle of the cheapest alcohol to yourself.

“Hey, you’re up” Wanda says, too cheerful for your liking.

“Hey. Isn’t it early? And didn’t we fuck like animals until early morning” you joke, making her blush.

“Yes, detka” she leans forward, kissing you. “But Pietro stopped by for breakfast. And I have laundry to do, plus the kids are coming back today after lunch”

“And I have work tonight” you yawn. As you get up, stretching your arms, Wanda’s eyes linger and you smile. “Wanna have round… seven? I don’t know, I lost count”

“Would love to, but like I said, Pietro’s downstairs”

“Even better” you pull Wanda by the waist, smiling. “I get to make you come and scar him. Win-win”

“Evil” she laughs, pecking your lips.

As you get ready to go downstairs, there’s something in the back of your mind that’s bothering you.

Something you had or were supposed to do?

“Fuck” you remember when you can’t find your jeans.

The ring.

If Wanda’s doing laundry…

Did she find it?

“Morning” Pietro says when you go downstairs, looking worried. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, man. Cool. Never better. Hey, Wands? Did you find anything in my jeans before throwing them in the washing machine?”

“No, detka” she lies.

“You sure”

“Yeah”

Again, total bullshit.

“Uh.. ok”

Maybe the ring was somewhere else, considering you were both in a rush to get naked.

“Gotta take out Sparky. Be right back”

Pietro waits until you’re gone to ask.

“What was that about?”

“I hid her engagement ring. The one she was going to propose with, I mean”

“But, why?”

“Because” Wanda sips from her cup of tea, hoping Pietro gives up. Except he’s still waiting for an answer and she sighs. “Because I want to propose first!”

“Wow” he laughs, knowing his sister is super competitive. “And yet I’m the evil twin”

—

It’s a bad day to have a busy ER. You’re freaking out about the lost ring but you barely had time to look without making Wanda suspicious.

What if Sparky ate it?

“Everything ok?” Kamala asks when you’re checking over a patient.

“Yeah, fine”

“It’s just, your stethoscope is backwards” she points out and you curse under your breath. Once you’re done with the proper examination, you follow Kamala to the cafeteria.

“Hey, would you be able to do me a favor?” you say.

“Yeah, sure”

“Can we get an X-ray of Sparky?”

“Sparky… is that the man you were examining?” she says, confused.

“No, that’s our dog. I’m trying to figure out if he ate the engagement ring I lost”

“Engagement? Congratulations!” Kamala says, completely forgetting the part about how you lost the ring.

“So, can you help me?”

“Uh… sure. I mean, we need to sneak him in and I…”

“Perfect, I’ll page you when he’s here” you say, going back to work. Maybe you’ll have to ask Pietro’s help, but so be it. You’re so busy dialing his number that you don’t hear someone shout a warning until it’s too late.

The last thing you see before passing out is a stretcher rolling down your way.

—

Pain.

The only pain I want in my life is pain au chocolat.

That makes you laugh.

“Hey, pal. You awake?”

“Darcy?” you open your eyes, feeling like throwing up. “What the fuck happened?”

“So, one of the new paramedics didn’t lock the empty stretcher and it rolled down all the way to you” she explains.

“Fucking moron” you try to sit up, but your sides hurt. “Anything broken?”

“Nope, just a concussion and bruised ribs” she says, and as you open your eyes again, you notice her outfit.

“Were you out on a date?”

“Yes, and it was terrible. We have nothing to talk about when we’re not fighting” she complains.

Honestly, right now you’re struggling to form a coherent thought, so nothing comes to mind to help your friend.

“Detka, you’re awake, how are you feeling?” Wanda joins a moment later and you smile lazily at her.

“Mkay, could use some cuddles”

“Right, I’m out” Darcy complains and you laugh.

“Wait, Darcy. I need your help” you mumble, half asleep and forgetting Wanda’s there. “Find if Sparky ate the ring. Or I’ll have to propose with nothing”

Darcy gives Wanda a strange look, and your girlfriend gestures for her to join her outside.

“I hid the ring”

“Why?!”

“Because she was proposing”

“What happened to just using your boobs?” Darcy points at Wanda’s chest.

“Well, that was part of the plan but I still have four more days to go before she tries again! There's only so much my boobs can do”

“Lucky for you, this little incident gave you some time. She’ll be out of it for another day” Darcy comments, watching as you snore loudly. “Or maybe two”

—

It’s become a whole thing, the stretcher incident. Fury had to organize a staff meeting about safety and how to prevent stupid accidents.

Even if it wasn’t your fault, you feel like an idiot. The idiot that got a concussion from a stretcher that wasn’t even going that fast.

At least you get a day off, and you’re making the most of it, waking up later than usual. You’re busy answering to Darcy’s memes about your unfortunate accident when Wanda walks in, smiling.

“How are you feeling, detka?”

“Like a total loser”

“Aww, come on. I bet some cuddles will make it better” she says, laying next to you in bed. You let her settle with your arm as pillow, feeling her delicate hands lift your shirt. “How is the bruising?”

“It’s fine. Just have to avoid breathing too hard” you try to joke, but notice her frown. Kissing her temple, you wait until she looks up at you. “Hey, I’m fine. It was a stupid thing that happened”

“I know, but… sometimes your job is dangerous. I guess I always worry” she sighs, hiding her face in your chest. You kiss her again, smiling.

“I won’t say no to you kissing it better” you tease, feeling happy when she straddles your lap. Except one second later you’re breathing too hard and your side hurts. “Ok, maybe for now let’s just watch tv”

—

Word spreads fast. Not even when you almost died trying to help other people did you get so many pats on the back.

Hell, you almost drowned once. But apparently a stretcher can hit anyone, so you have the entire hospital's sympathy.

“Hey, careful, a stretcher!” Darcy shouts the minute she sees you. You yelp, turning around to find the hallway empty.

“Fuck you, Lewis”

“Shouldn’t you be at Wanda’s party or something tonight?” she says after she’s done laughing.

“Yeah, I have a change of clothes. Don’t think I’ll need much more for a small bookstore downtown” you say, confused.

Before leaving for work Wanda had also reminded you to be there on time, insisting you didn’t have to pick the kids up or anything like that.

“Are you showering? Doing your hair? Makeup?”

“Do I smell?” you say, pulling your scrubs to your nose. Why does she care so damn much?

“Oh, my God. Just because you’re in a relationship you shouldn’t let yourself go! Now I have to fix this too” she begins to rant, dragging you to the break room.

Pretty soon, Kamala and Kate stop by to help with your hair and makeup.

“What is going on? Don’t you have work to do? Kate, who’s working the ER?”

“I have Barnes on it” Darcy answers and you smirk at her. “What?”

“So, are you still trying to date or not?”

“We found some middle ground to talk” she says cryptically.

“Which is…”

“Lord of the Rings”

“Oh my God! Is he a huge nerd like you? I was so not expecting that!” you laugh, kicking your feet when you notice her blushing.

“Laugh all you want! Turns out he is a nerd and has perfect hair and blue eyes and abs which means I’ll just have to date him. I hate you. And before you say anything, shut your mouth because I’m applying lipstick”

You know Darcy doesn’t like to talk about feelings. And she’s had the same amount of luck in relationships that you have. So, you keep your thoughts to yourself, but when you look in her eyes, her expression softens and she smiles back.

“You look good, pal”

“Thanks”

“Am I interrupting treat your self time?” Fury says when he walks in on all of you.

“Sir, I would have invited you but we’re braiding each other’s hairs and well, you…” Darcy trails off, and you smack her in the arm.

“You’re talking to your boss”

“Just get back to work” Fury says, smiling.

Well, Darcy’s always getting away with shit.

For the rest of the evening, she circles around the ER, but you think it’s because she wants to be around Bucky.

Except when it’s exactly 8 and she sprints towards you.

“Time to go”

“I have some charts to…”

“I wasn’t asking. Bishop will do it. Get changed, chop chop”

Darcy walks you to your car, and you roll your eyes as you get in. The car won’t start, though.

“I’m not in the mood for jokes, Y/N” she threatens as if it’s your fault that it’s not working.

“Be my guest! Battery’s dead, Darcy. Why are you being so damn weird today?”

Still, the car won’t start when she tries, but she doesn’t give you time to say “I told you so”.

“I’ll call a cab. Or ask Wanda to pick me up” you say, thinking it won’t be a big deal if you’re a few minutes late.

“Damn it, I can’t push my surgery again” she mutters, checking her pager. Your friend looks around the parking lot, eyes meeting the EMT from the other day. “Hey, you!”

The man tries to hide in the ambulance, but Darcy’s quick to catch him.

“My friend’s gonna be late for a very important thing. Why don’t you drive her there?”

“I can’t use an ambulance as an Uber, are you mad?”

“It’s either that or I run you over with a stretcher as payback, how about that?” Darcy says, nodding when he stays quiet. “Thought so. Now, you get in. And you, better turn those sirens way up”

“You’re acting very strangely, Lewis. I’ll tell Bucky to keep an eye on you” you say when she pushes you inside.

The ride is incredibly awkward, especially when the guy does turn on the sirens. You wait until you’re out of the hospital’s parking lot to turn them off.

“Just let me out and I’ll take a taxi, man”

“No way, your friend scares me too much. Plus, I really am sorry for almost killing you the other day”

“You hardly did that. Trust me, I’ve been through worse” you smile at him.

Admittedly, you do arrive faster when it’s in an ambulance, and you thank him before getting off. To your surprise, Wanda’s at the door of the bookstore, looking around the sidewalk nervously.

“Y/N? Why are you in an ambulance? Are you ok?” she rushes to you, hands going over every inch of your body.

“Babe, I’m fine. My car wouldn’t start and Darcy was being weird about this, saying I couldn’t be late and all… I hope I’m right on time, though it looks empty. I didn’t get the time wrong, did I?”

“No, it’s fine” she smiles, standing on her toes to peck your lips. “Come on”

The place is really small and cozy, and you look around, trying to figure out if anyone’s already there.

“I wanted to give you this” Wanda says. You take the small package and rip the wrapping paper, smiling.

“An English-Sokovian dictionary?”

“Figured it might be useful for when you’re working” she smiles and you want to thank her for the gift, but you can’t help but frown. “What’s wrong, detka?”

“I was hoping you’d help me translate. I guess this means you won’t be coming with me, huh?”

“No, that’s not what I meant… here” she takes your hand, making you sit on the floor. There are cushions and a carpet, all arranged for children to sit through a reading. You tilt your head when Wanda hands you a second gift.

“I feel awful. This is your party and I didn’t even bring flowers”

“It’s actually not… until tomorrow. You didn’t really think we’d host a reading for children right around bed time, did you?” Wanda chuckles and you nod.

“Right, but then…”

“Just open it. It will make sense, I promise”

You nod, discovering two books inside. Of them is the one releasing today -or technically, tomorrow-, the other one seems like a collection of illustrations.

Those are drawings of you and Wanda, some of them with you and the kids. Sparky’s there too. It’s everything, from your first dates, to soccer games and trips, including your time in Boston.

“Wanda, I love it. Thank you” you say, trying hard not to cry at all the love and dedication she poured into this. “And your new book, it’s so amazing as well…”

Wanda waits for you to read the dedication inside, and you smile wide when you spot your name.

“To the love of my life, Y/N. Thank you for showing me how special life can be when you share it with someone else” you read out loud, a tear rolling down your face. “Wow, I’ve never had someone dedicate a book to me before. I feel…”

“There’s one illustration I didn’t get to include, though” she says, taking your hand. You examine it, realising it’s from the bookstore where you are right now. The set up is the same, and you’re sitting next to Wanda, like you’re doing right now.

There’s a small text written at the bottom, though.

Ty vyydesh' za menya?

“Wait, that’s in Sokovian” you say, trying hard to figure out the words.

“Good thing you have a dictionary” Wanda teases and you sigh, opening the pages. “Why don’t you start with popular phrases?”

“Fine. Wish I knew I was getting homework assigned” you joke, frowning as you read over every phrase listed. Once you think you found it, you compare it to the one written in the drawing.

Once. Twice.

After the third time, you look up to see Wanda staring back at you. She’s holding a ring.

“Oh, my God!”

“Is that a yes?” she says, her heart beating out of her chest.

“Wanda, of course it is!” you move forward, hugging her until you’re both on the floor, laughing. “Is this why Darcy was acting strange, wanting me to be here on time?”

“Maybe” Wanda smiles, taking your hand and sliding the ring. You admire it, still finding it hard to believe she asked you to marry her. “It’s my mom’s engagement ring. Insisted we should have it”

“I love it” you say, smiling and wiping the tears that keep on coming. “And I love you”

“I love you too” Wanda says, smiling at you. You lean forward, kissing her and smiling against her lips. “I can’t believe I managed to propose first”

“Wait, what?”

[incognit0slut]

COWBOY SPENCE! COWBOY SPENCE! WE WANT COWBOY SPENCE!

Fluff. Kind of a continuation to this but not really. 1.3k. Also thank you anon for bringing back my cowboy spence agenda.

Spencer gives you a ride on his horse to watch the sunset.

-

"You're not supposed to be here," he said the moment he saw you enter the stable. And he was right, visiting his ranch on a random Tuesday evening was the last thing you should be doing.

Emily had sent you to interview someone tied to the case, and you managed to gather more information about the Unsub, which you shared with her over the phone. But on your way back to the police station, you realized Spencer's ranch was just a half-hour drive away from town. So you turned the steering wheel, hoping your boss wouldn't notice your impulsive detour.

"Well, you're supposed to reply to my text," you shot back, the sound of your boots echoing on the ground.

He offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that, I got caught up today, haven’t had the chance to check my phone."​

"I guess some things never change," you remarked as you approached him standing inside the horse arena, hopping up onto the fence. "Give me a kiss."

Spencer chuckled softly, gently patting Mildred's mane as he stepped around her, the beautiful white horse who seemed to acknowledge your presence with a subtle bow of her head. As he reached your side, he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you.

This was exactly why you had wanted to see him. The absence of his presence had left a void you hadn't realized until now and you groaned when he gently pulled away. His touch lingered as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, his concern evident in his voice.

"Aren't you going to get into trouble?"

"Maybe," you admitted with a playful shrug. "But some things are worth the risk, don't you think?"

"Emily wouldn't be too happy about that," he pointed out.

"She can do just fine without me for an hour or two," you countered before your attention shifted towards Mildred. "Hey, Millie!"

He laughed. "Millie? You've only met her once and you already have a nickname for her?"

You flashed him a grin. "Well, she just looks like a Millie to me," you said, reaching out to stroke Mildred's soft mane. The horse nuzzled against your hand affectionately, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"I think she likes her new name," he remarked. "Wanna take her out on a ride?"

Your eyes widened at the suggestion. "And break my back? I don't even know how to ride a horse."

"Come on, I'll ride with you," he insisted, leading Mildred towards the arena gate. With a quick hop, you jumped off the fence and caught up with him just as he stepped out of the gate, his horse following behind.

You hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in your eyes as you looked up at him from beneath the brim of his cowboy hat. "I don't think this is a good idea."

He met your gaze with a reassuring smile, his arm outstretched towards you. "You'll be fine, you trust me, right?"

His confidence was infectious, and despite your doubt, you found yourself nodding.

"Alright, let's do this," you said, placing your hand in his as he helped you onto Mildred's back. "Don't let go of me!"

"I won't," he said with a chuckle, and your foot stepped onto the stirrup as he steadied Mildred. With a deep breath, you swung your other leg over, settling onto the saddle.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement. But before you could answer, he smoothly mounted himself up and settled behind you, his presence comforting as Mildred began to move beneath you both.

"Holy shit," you couldn't help but mutter, feeling extremely conscious of sitting so high up on a horse. "This feels weird."

He moved his arms securely around you as he held onto the reins. "You're doing great," he said soothingly, his voice close to your ear. "Just take it easy, you'll get used to it in no time."

His words filled you with warmth, and you couldn't help but lean back against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch. His arms around you gave a sense of security as Mildred carried you forward, and that was when you saw it, the vast expanse of his ranch unfolding before you.

The rolling hills, the sprawling fields, and the distant mountains dotted with trees and bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun painted a picturesque scene that took your breath away.

"Spencer Reid," you mused, your eyes tracing the landscape, watching a group of cattle running around at the side of the field. "You're rich rich."

He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against your back. "I prefer to think of it as being fortunate."

"No wonder you don't want to work with us anymore."

"Honestly, there’s a part of me that doesn't want to leave all this behind," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "But it's not just about the ranch. Being here reminds me of the simpler things in life, the BAU can be... overwhelming at times."

You understood his sentiment, "I get that," you said softly. “I'm just glad you seem happier now."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Spencer's lips as one of his arms circled your waist. "Thank you," he murmured. "I'm actually happier with you here."

Your giggle danced through the air and his smile widened at the sound. With a gentle squeeze around your waist, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Look at the view."

You followed his gaze, looking out in front of you just as he urged Mildred to stop. As the horse came to a halt, you found yourself gazing out at the breathtaking scenery spread out before you.

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The rolling hills and sprawling fields seemed to stretch on endlessly, while in the distance, the mountains stood tall against the horizon.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, the awe evident in your voice as you took in the stunning view.

Spencer's arm tightened around your waist as he leaned in. "Very beautiful.”

Your smile widened as you fished your phone out of your pocket to capture the moment, but as you faced the camera towards the scenery, the screen showed the front camera instead. You both burst out laughing, but then you took the opportunity to lean back against him and angle the camera right in front of you.

Spencer smiled as you cupped his cheek with your free hand, his stubble rough against your palm, before you snapped the moment. You then examined the result, admiring the way he was leaning close to you, his bright hazel eyes sparkling with warmth, with the soft lines of his smile at the corners of his eyes.

“I’m changing this into my wallpaper now.”

His grin widened as you showed him the picture.

"I like the sound of that," he said, his eyes lingering on the image with fondness. Just then, there was a sudden notification on your screen and you exchanged a quick glance with him before opening the message.

Boss Woman: You better not be visiting Reid

Boss Woman: Oh who am I kidding? Of course you are. Say hi to him for me

Boss Woman: But get your ass back to the station right now

His laughter echoed behind you. "It’s like she has a sixth sense."

"I haven’t even told her about us yet," you replied, shaking your head in amusement. "Let's head back before she sends out a search party."

With a nudge from him, he turned Mildred around and guided her on the way back to the ranch. And as the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the landscape in a warm golden light, you knew that this was worth the trouble. You felt the gentle sway of the horse and you couldn't help but smile, placing a hand on the arm circling your waist.

You were definitely going to visit him again.

[midnight-mourning]

🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay🐟

It's that time again, but now it's for May! So let's just jump right into it;

Requests

I will have 16 slots available for requests. Length will be the same as previous events with 1000-2000 words allocated to each

Requests can be anything (again)! Just ask that they relate to mermaids/mermay in some way, be that directly or indirectly and of course DCA-related.

As most know I am an X reader writer, but as long as my general request rules are followed, I don't mind writing for ocs, canon, etc. 

fair warning though for the above, I am not familar at all with TSAMS and if you DO have a specific au, I will do my BEST to be accurate but cannot guarentee beyond that

For those who don't know my rules, no nsfw (suggestive is fine!), and if you want something specific, be specific. Besides that, it's fair game, request what you want!

Potential Issues & Schedule

If there is overlap between request ideas, they will be combined in some manner of speaking (if possible). If needed, I will reach out to you about adjusting ideas or the likes, though I don't forsee this happening. This would occur if for example, someone wants gift shopping with Sun with their oc, and someone else wants the same thing with a reader-insert. Whoever requested second would be who I reach out to. 

Requests will be posted starting on May 1st & ending on the 31st! I will likely post every other day, with the fic I'm writing suplementing in between ^^

I will be starting writing as soon as I get the first request, as I have a busy month or so prior to May SO, requests will be open from today (April 13th) until next week April 20th, or until I get 16 unique requests.

To keep things organized, please request in the comments of this post. This also helps to potentially keep from overlap in requests, as you'll be able to see what else has already been requested. If you request in my ask box or such it'll make things a bit more difficult, so please avoid that.

HOWEVER, there is one exception to the above, which is if you wish to request anonymously, which is completely fine to do! But please only request in my ask box if you want to be anonymous. If overlap happens in that case, then y'all may just get two responses with similar vibes on the same day (essentially a bonus lol)

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I'll also post updates every couple of days regarding the status of total requests as well ^_^

Everything related to this will be under the tag #MM dca MerMay

These should be uploaded to ao3 when posted here, so you'll be able to read there if you prefer!

Shout out to the artists and beta-readers helping out with this event! It's a big help and adds to the fun so very excited to get to cooking with these and see what y'all get up to with them ^^ (if you're interested in joining in on this here's a final call to reach out and I'll invite you to the discord server :D)

General update things from me

As I said in my update post I am, very busy, things have picked up in my research so I'm in crunch mode to get done asap so i can graduate

I've been writing tho! Several things I'm waiting to share until I clean them up a bit but once mermay gets started i don't forsee another dry spell for a bit at least

Been working on a bit of everything, CS and HS both sit at the back of my mind but I just haven't had the time to really sit down and write for them both given theyre more in-depth with plot and such, will be getting back to them once im able to though I promiseee

I'm down a thumb rn due to a run in with a mandolin (the cutting tool not the instrument) but I will survive! not being able to draw sucks tho >_<

Excited to see the requests, bye for now!

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[daisymbin]

please don't go - jeon wonwoo

warnings: none

pairings: jeon wonwoo x afab reader

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst

a/n: lower case intended! also writing my first fic at 1am so.....

check out my masterlist! // wonwoo's m.list

"how was your date?'' wonwoo asked the second the door opened to your shared apartment. not that wonwoo would ever admit it but it is currently 1:03am and he may or may not have stayed up to wait for you to return despite having had a very exhausting day himself.

''why are you still up? isn't it past your bed time?'' you asked as you removed your heels. 'i couldn't sleep.' he simply said. ''so? how was it?''

'it was alright i guess. it wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst either.'' sighing, you walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge before settling near the island of the kitchen.

truthfully, you didn't want to discuss the details with wonwoo. because aside from the fact that you're in love with your best friend, you've also been going on a few dates with mingyu now to try and get over your best friend. seungkwan had suggested setting you up with mingyu when you confided in him as he knew mingyu was interested in you. the only problem, however, is the fact that wonwoo seemed to not like mingyu. ever since the first time you went out with mingyu, wonwoo had no problem in letting you know how bad of an idea it was. saying mingyu was not your type, or that you both don't look good together; all these petty reasons that make no sense at all and you were slowly getting annoyed.

''are you hungry?'' you asked as you tried to change the topic.

''are you going to continue going out with him?''

''should we order some pizza?''

''mingyu isn't even your type, i don't know why him out of all people.''

''or should we order some pasta if you're not feeling pizza?''

''y/n.''

''or maybe i should cook us something? fried rice?''

''y/n can we please just talk about this?''

''do we still have any rice left?''

‘‘Y/N PLEASE!''

''what wonwoo?'' you said back harshly. it isn't until now that you realise how frustrated you are. trying to move on from him is so hard when he is around you all the time. it makes it even harder when he keeps being harsh about your dates and points out why each one of them isn't suitable for you, and the worst part of it all is that you know he's right, all of it. but what were you to do? there is no one who could ever come close to wonwoo.

''stop going out with mingyu! you don't even like him!''

''and how do you know that? maybe i do like him! maybe i like him a lot!'' you wanted to scream and shout to get all your feelings out..but this isn't your first fight with wonwoo about mingyu or any other guy you've been on dates with and you were just so worn out by now.

''that's bullshit and you know it. mingyu literally checks none of the boxes on your list of traits for your type.''

''i made that list 3 years ago! things change wonwoo! not all of us stay the same!''

its wonwoo who is silent now. his knuckles have turned paler than ever from gripping onto the edges of the island so hard.

''what the hell does that mean?''

''nothing.'' you said as you picked up your purse and head to your bedroom. you don't get to go far though, because wonwoo is holding onto your wrist now. so tightly yet so gentle at the same time. you wonder how that is possible. you hope he doesn't feel the pulse on your wrist picking up speed, and he hopes you don't feel his hand slightly trembling.

''please sweetheart...just..not him''

you sigh for the nth time tonight, ''wonwoo i can't just not date every guy you think isn't good enough or suitable enough for me. how am i ever going to find someone?''

''do you have to? do you have to find someone? i know you don't like mingyu enough so why?''

''really wonwoo? do i not like mingyu enough or do you just not like mingyu like how you don't like every single guy i've ever been on a date with? why? are you scared i'll call you less? replace you? have a new best friend? spend less time with you?'' your frustration was slowly growing again.

wonwoo feels his heart clench. can he tell you? will it ruin your 8 year long friendship? things are bound to become awkward, there's no way he can tell you how he truly feels.

but wonwoo decides, wonwoo finally decides that hiding his feelings from you for 5 long years is excruciating enough.

''none of that.'' he says so softly you can barely hear him.

''what?''

''i said, its none of that.''

''then what is it?''

wonwoo decides that if he is to get his heart broken by you, it might as well be tonight. he might as well just....try

wonwoo looks at you one last time for what feels like a good 10 minutes, even though it was only 10 seconds. he's contemplating, he's thinking and then.. he says fuck it.

his body moves faster than his brain. before he could properly process it, he finds his lips on yours. he feels you freeze for a split second, and then he feels you relaxing under his touch. he feels you kissing him back. he feels his heart beating so fast but also, he feels his heart slowly but surely unclench.

he pulls away softly and slowly. ''don't go out with mingyu anymore. don't go out with anyone else anymore. don't have dinner dates with anyone else. don't laugh at someone else's jokes that aren't funny just for the sake of being polite. i won't put you through all of that. i'll hold your hand. i'll have a pair of your converse in the car so your feet won't hurt from heels all day. i'll tell you jokes that are actually funny the way i know you like it. just let me love you and i'll show you all the ways i know how when it comes to you.''

you don't realise your tears slowly staining your cheeks, not until wonwoo's free hand comes up to wipe your tears with his thumb. its now your turn for your hand to reach out for wonwoo's wrist to pull him in for a kiss.

''please...please don't go''

''do you mean it?'' you asked softly

''i do. i love you, and i'll show you.''

and he does. now, he always holds your hand when you're walking on the street, crossing the road, lazing on the sofa, on the bed, on the table when you're waiting for your food to be served. he holds your hair back when you have to puke after having too much to drink. he removes your make up for you when you are too tired or too drunk. he never makes you wait, he always gives you the first bite of his food. he kisses you on the cheek, on the forehead, on your temples, the back of your hand, your fingers and on your lips, all while always telling you how much he loves you. he loves you in all the small and simple ways. but jeon wonwoo knows you love him too.

[kimingyuslover]

Coup de foudre

synopsis: same old case, he never believes in love at first sight, until he met you

word count : 1,199

pairing : Jeon Wonwoo x fem!reader

genre : love at first sight!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, suggestive.

warnings : simp!wonwoo, mention of alcohol, Jeonghan made appearance, Dokyeom mentioned, make out session (not detailed), slightly suggestive at the end.

★ finally! a full fluff fic, but i can't think anything, so maybe the plot is kinda rushed.

☆ check out my other works > main masterlist

Wonwoo never believes when people tell him that they're falling in love at first sight. To him, love needs time and patience. You can't just say you're in love with someone when you first see them.

That's until he met you.

You both met at a college party, you wanting to relieve your stress after the final exam, Dokyeom– your friend since high school, invited you to his frat party.

Whereas Wonwoo just wants to spend his weekend night with his frat brothers.

You went to the kitchen to take another bottle of vodka because Minghao said that it needs to be refilled.

There you met the most attractive man you've ever met in your life. Wonwoo just stood between the kitchen island and kitchen shelves with a phone on his left hand while the other filled with a cup of gin.

“Uhm, excuse me, can you please take that bottle? I can't reach it. It's on the top shelves” you said sheepishly to Wonwoo.

He froze for a second, admiring you like you're a piece of art that God made special for his eyes. He realised that it's been a few seconds since you asked him, and he hasn't given his answer yet, nor did he make a move to grab the bottle you ask for.

“Sorry, here” he said after snapping out of his thoughts and grabbing the vodka bottle from one of the top shelves.

“Thanks! care to join us? we're having a beer pong” Your offer was reciprocated with a small smile attached to Wonwoo's face and followed with a ‘sure’ from him.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

The second time he met you was when he bought coffee from the cafe that's close to your campus, not expecting to see you there working.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” you said automatically before lifting your head only to realise that you saw this man a few days prior at a party.

“Can I get one medium americano and one cheesecake to go? i'll pay with my credit card” He replied with a smile while handing his card, which makes you mirror his smile with yours and take his card in your hand.

“Okay then, that'll be 10,000₩” Before you continue your sentence, Wonwoo already tells his name, maybe a little bit too loud because everyone can hear it.

“Here's your card, wait for a few minutes and your order will be ready to go, Wonwoo” you said with a wide smile still plastered on your face.

Wonwoo smiled shyly at you after he realised he had embarrassed himself a few seconds ago.

Then not long after that, you call his name when his order is ready, and Wonwoo doesn't want to miss his chance, so after he takes his order he asks you to go somewhere with him.

“Are you free this weekend?” he asks you carefully, makes you halt your movement, before smiling apologetically.

“I'm packed this week, maybe next time” but before you can go to your original station, he stops you by grabbing your wrist.

“Give me your phone number so i can text you next time” he says, making you smile. The next thing he knows, you take tissue from the counter and write your number with your pen.

He said his thanks when he got out of the café, he was surprised when someone loudly spoke to him.

“huh? pretty smooth flirt skill you got there, care to share?” That person was Jeonghan, his childhood friend, and the question makes Wonwoo slap Jeonghan’s shoulder lightly.

“Shut your mouth” Wonwoo walked away with a grin on his face. The fact that he got your number only on your second meeting was superior. He can't wait to text you tonight.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

Okay, maybe not tonight. He's too anxious to send a message to you. He's an overthinker and an ambiguous man.

Hi, this is Wonwoo|

Hi, this is|

Hi|

He thinks it over and over again to send a message to you, doubtful of himself, but at the end of the night, he still sends a message to you, a simple one.

Hi, it's Wonwoo

He turns off his phone and charges it on the nightstand beside his bed, opting to close his eyes and open the message from you tomorrow so his heart will calm a little.

And tomorrow rolling faster than he could imagine, it feels like he just slept thirty seconds ago, but he's eager to see your reply.

hi Wonwoo, i checked my schedule, and i think i can go with you on tuesday next week, i don't have any class.

He nearly jumps out of his bed, but that action comes to an image after he sees Jeonghan on his door, looking confused at his behaviour.

“That cafe girl replies? lucky you, she seems sweet, pretty, and kind of cute” and with that, Jeonghan walks to his room, which is the opposite room from Wonwoo's.

After Jeonghan left, Wonwoo couldn't hide his smile, feeling like the happiest man on earth.

And days go by like a wind always blows on each day, it goes fast.

Before he knew it, it's D-2 before his meeting with you, and he was still stuck on picking his attire for this unofficial date (in his mind, it's official).

He has no other choice than calling Jeonghan, who seems so excited for his bestfriend unofficial date.

After a while, Wonwoo finally found his outfit that he would be using on this date.

White high-waisted trousers with a cream half-zip sweatshirt will be his attire for the rest of the day, which goes with black framed specs attached on his face.

He's been waiting for you alone at the restaurant downtown that you two talked about the night before.

After tapping his shoes for almost 5 minutes, he sees a glimpse of you, your pretty smile, and the outfit you wear adorning your body.

Wonwoo, still remember that day, you were wearing a white midi dress with a cream blazer on your hand and a white ysl bag walking towards him with a big smile on your face.

“So, that day is the day you love me?” you said, looking up to Wonwoo, who was playing his ps5 while you're laying on his lap.

you're curious about how he fell in love with you, so you asked him.

“No, sweetheart, I fell in love with you at first sight when we met at my frat party” Wonwoo said while stroking your hair with a gentle smile on your face.

“And you're my first love too” Wonwoo continued after you sat down beside him.

“I'm your first love?”

You asked him with that pretty eyes of you, gaze full of questioning his statement.

Wonwoo can’t help but give your lips a peck and a peck and another peck that turns into…

A heated makeout session, so he takes you to your shared bedroom.

He plopped down beside you after hours of hot making love, “you're my last love, and i'm hoping i'm your last” he says, then gives you lips a long chaste kiss.

“I love you”

“I love you too, sweetheart”

[kojtolina]

Good Omens/Discworld cross-over because I wanted to draw ineffable wives and also I'm reading Wyrd Sisters.

Hello! I've been on a mental health/taking care of ill family members hiatus. I tried to reblog some fundraisers for a while, got scammed, went full offline, went back, checked up with the scammer in case they were legit, got ghosted. Whatever, I'm just sad the money wasn't sent to someone in need. And I'm sorry if some of you also fell victim to them because of my reblog...

Scams happen. I'm going to keep reblogging and donating. But from now on I'll stick to vetted fundraisers and el-shab-hussein is my go-to source. I'm sorry, but I won't be sharing campaigns from direct messages/asks anymore :(

I'm also planning on opening Good Omens themed commissions with 100% profit donated to families fleeing Palestine. But first I need to get everything together.

Oh and In Love's Secret Domain will be back. I promise. I just need more time.

[bearcvck]

There's a scar on Ghost's cheek. It puckers the skin, pulls it tight and distorts his lips.

It's beautiful.

He couldn't tell you why his obsession for it exists, couldn't tell you where or when or even how it began, but regardless it is there. Whenever he bares it to the cool, night air, on quiet, intimate nights like these, his eyes fixate on it. It slashes through the soft, stubbled skin and ticks up to the corner of his mouth. He wants to follow it with his tongue. Wants to smooth careful, gentle fingers along its length and learn the shape, the texture of it. Wants to learn the man it belongs to in the same way. With hungry hands and a hungrier, softer mouth. But he doesn't.

His fingers itch with the urge, tongue thickening in his mouth like a bloating carcass until he can barely swallow, mouth wet and hot as the whiskey sits heavy along the roof of his mouth.

"You can ask," Ghost smiles one night, when it's just them tucked away together under the moonlight, cigarette hanging limp in his fingers. "I don't mind."

He bites his lip, wet with whiskey and the cold night air. "Dunno what you mean," he shrugs, eyes sliding away.

Ghost hums, fingers settling on his scar; comfort, or self-consciousness? He isn't a shy man, but his scars are deeply personal, smothered with wool and a gentle, guarded privacy. "I was twelve."

He blinks, the words settling uncomfortably between them."Twelve?" He checks, horror dawning like an ugly, violently bright sun sticking thick fingers over the horizon.

Ghost smiles. Fondness seeps from him like blood. It pools between them, body-warm and sticky where it creeps, slick like oil, against his skin. "Yeah."Ghost shifts where he's sat – remembers his cigarette and pulls a long, heavy drag, chest puffing with it. Constricting terribly when he blows out all that thick, toxic smoke. There's something cleansing about the action; welcoming something poisonous into your body to cling to the evil within you, to meld them into one thick sludge, expel them both together. "My old man was a mean bastard," he adds with a shrug.

Blasé, like he wasn't permanently disfigured by someone that was ordained to protect him.

"You don't say," it's dry on his tongue, dry like the ethanol evaporating from his lungs with every tight breath.

Ghost laughs. "Ah," he waves a hand lazily, burning cherry of the cigarette dipping with the motion. "Hardly the only one, here.

"Touché. You don't do what they do, sacrifice what they've sacrificed, fight as hard as they've fought, if you didn't have some degree of a fucked up childhood. Britain's basket cases. That's what they are; the service loves welcoming young men who have nothing, nobody else. He lets himself look at it again. It looks different in the moonlight, or maybe it's only softened by the trust shared with him. A gift given, weighty with its significance.

"C'mere," Ghost urges, suddenly, curling thick, strong fingers at him. "Wanna feel?" He scoots closer, morbidly fascinated as Ghost takes his wrist and guides his hand to his cheek. Cups his hand around his cheek when it's freed, runs his thumb along the scar, raised and obvious even decades later. "Curiosity sated?" He teases dryly, eyes blinking slowly. His cheek is ever so slightly tilted into his hand cupping it, eyes sleepy and fond.

"Think I'll always be curious about you," he admits quietly, thumb still stroking the scar. It reaches the tip, just under his eye, and Ghost's eyes flutter shut.

"Fascinating, am I?"

"Yeah. You are."

His smile is wondrous and beautiful; warped by the life he's lived, the demons that hound him, but beautiful. Surviving. He smiles a lot, Ghost, and it's... awesome. That he can, after everything he knows about him. He's the strongest, most resilient man he's ever known.

[ingravinoveritas]

I just saw a video from David's time on assembly (https://www.instagram.com/reel/DI1RiBWRSML/?igsh=Z2k1d2FzYzNtNnV2)

and while I was never sure about this tattoo, it feels especially coerced now. "banging on for years about me getting one to match. and it's never been something I've wanted to do, but because it's her 40th birthday..."

some will say this is super romantic but for some reason it squicks me out. she's begging him to get a tattoo of her initial, and him outright saying he was never wanting to makes it feel so forced.

Hello, Anons. I did see the clip in question, and I appreciate you both writing in to share your thoughts. I'll put the video up here, for folks who haven't seen it yet:

Anon #1: Like you, I also was not completely sure what to make of the tattoo, and had mixed feelings that have not gotten any less mixed over time. Something I had said when we first saw it was that I think there are a lot of different reasons why people get tattoos, but it's not always the reason that you think. Having watched this clip, that seems to be even more the case.

From my perspective, there are two possible ways of looking at this. One is that yes, David did overcome his fear of needles and decided to do something sweet for Georgia's 40th birthday. That's a big deal, to face a fear for the sake of someone you love, no question.

But to only look at it that way is to ignore the backdrop that David sets the story up against. In the first place, David saying Georgia got her tattoo a "few years ago" is wildly misleading, as she actually got it before they were married/when they were barely dating. So reframing it as "a few years ago" is a heck of a choice.

Secondly, though, is David's choice of words: "It's never been something I've wanted to do" (which speaks for itself). And then "banging on." That Georgia was "banging on" at him about getting a tattoo to match. This is a slang term that's used in the UK, so let's look at the exact definition of "banging on":

So from this, we can infer that Georgia pushed and pushed for David to get this tattoo--pressured him, as you said, Anon #2--to the point of annoying him. Because "banging on" is not playful. "Banging on" is not teasing someone or offhandedly mentioning something once or twice. And Georgia, despite knowing David's phobia of needles and that he (in his own words) never wanted to get the tattoo, kept at him over it. In essence, she would not leave him alone about it, and that was when he decided to get the tattoo.

The other piece that I feel like folks are missing is that near the end of the clip, David says "...and that for the past few days, I've managed to pretend it hasn't happened yet." This seems to suggest that it was not the tattoo itself that was a surprise, only when he was going to get it. Because if Georgia did not know about the tattoo at all, there would be no reason for him to pretend he hadn't gotten it yet. So this idea of him planning it in secret is contradicted by what he is actually saying, and it seems like the tattoo was not as much of a surprise as he is making it out to be.

(Also, he says he walked around with a bandage on his wrist for several days, and it's concerning that Georgia never even seemed to notice. Or if she did, and David made the excuse that it was an injury from Macbeth, why would she have not been concerned? I've heard from several folks who are married who've said that if their spouse showed up with a bandage on their arm, the first thing they would do is check the wound. So it seems very strange that this was not the case...)

Taking all of this into consideration, that brings me back to what I had said initially. People get tattoos for a lot of different reasons. But getting a tattoo because someone brought it up over and over to the point of irritation and you wanted them to stop doesn't seem like a good one. Simply put: The only reason that someone should ever get a tattoo is because they want one. If David wanted a tattoo and was excited about it, he could have gotten it years ago...but he didn't. And I can't help thinking that if he was the one begging and pleading and pushing Georgia into getting a tattoo of his name, we might be seeing this in a very different light.

Again, all of this is only my observations and thoughts...but we now can't move away from the fact that there is video of David saying what he said about getting a tattoo of Georgia's initial. So I hope folks will watch that video and decide for themselves what to make of it...

[samegirldifferentworld]

Imagine Dean Winchester taking care of you when you’re injured and burnt out… 

Testing the waters of sharing fanfictions. As a taster of my writing style, here's just a short drabble I wrote while struggling with my own burnout (yay ty autism ily) - and it's the first SPN fanfiction I've written in a LONG time so I might be a bit rusty... please be gentle :')

Also I know a lot of these are usually written in the second person, but I find I'm better writing in the first person. Hope you enjoy, and if you like what you've read, I'll share more in the future!

Summary: You've been busy with multiple hunts and it's starting to take it's toll. While you've been able to hide those feelings for a while, you can't hide it from a Winchester - and luckily, Dean is able to help you out when you need him most. Cast:  Dean Winchester

Genre: fluff, comfort Word count: 1,665

notes / warnings: injury, burnout, mental health/depression talk (she/her pronoun reader)

‘Hey! Wake up!’ 

I could feel someone shaking my shoulder, trying to coax me out of slumber. My eyes snapped open, and I took a sharp gasp of breath as I was brought out of rest. I looked up to see who the culprit was… and I was greeted by a man with hair the colour of wave-kissed sand, apple-green eyes and clad in plaid.  

Dean, the older Winchester.  

I groaned lightly as I struggled to sit up and ruffled my hair. I noticed the room was slightly spinning. Why the hell was I feeling so dizzy?!  

“Ugh… where’s the fire, Dean?!” 

My voice came out slightly croakier than I hoped for, which shocked me. My head was pounding as I was starting to come round. 

“I don’t get it... why do I feel like this?” 

Dean raised his brow in concern, his eyes lit up in confusion, his hand still resting on my shoulder. 

“You don’t remember?” he asked.  

I looked around me, trying to find clues to help me recognise where I was. I shook my head, which didn’t help with the dizziness situation. I could sense I was in a bedroom of some description, but that was it.  

“Where am I?” 

Dean couldn’t believe it. “You’re in the bunker. You’ve been zonked out for a while, and Sammy wanted me to check in on you while he’s nerding it up in the library.” 

Sam was the younger Winchester, a tall and handsome man with the perfect cocktail of brains, beauty and a sprinkle of brawn thrown in for good measure. Clearly, he had taken to his books to research another case.  

I noticed my arm was starting to itch and reached over to scratch, but it was covered with a bandage. I had no idea why I could need to be patched up like this... 

“Where did this come from? Dean... What happened to me?” 

Dean lightly chuckled. “You really don’t remember… the vampires? You practically got into a Jack Sparrow machete swordfight with them...” 

The memories came flooding back at his prompt. There had been one or two insane back-to-back hunts – there were demons (one of which I managed to exorcise), malevolent spirits and a Wendigo in the woods. And now, vampires. Apparently, my machete skills weren’t quite up to par this time round. After all these insane hunts coming one after the other, I was starting to feel run down. I sighed deeply, a nauseating feeling bubbling up in the back of my throat.  

“Remind me never to do that again.” 

Dean smirked. “Yeah, alright…”  

I bowed my head, catching my forehead in my hands, trying to forget about everything. Dean clocked that I wasn’t myself and immediately stepped in. He sat down on the bed next to me, his hand resting across my back and gently rubbing it in little circles.  

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” 

“I don’t feel so good, Dean…” 

“In what way?” 

“I guess…” I took a second to collect my thoughts. “I’m feeling really tired… and everything hurts… and my brain feels scrambled…” 

Dean was quick to figure out a diagnosis.  

“I think I know what’s wrong. (Y/N). You’re burnt out.” 

“Huh?” 

“Listen, you know what makes you a good hunter? The way you can adapt and improvise at the drop of a hat. But the last case, you missed the ball, struck out, made a few careless mistakes… and that led to you getting hurt.”  

I shrugged. “Okay, so maybe I’ve been going full-out on the last couple of hunts, while I’ve been running on an almost empty tank... but I’m sure I’ll be fine. It can’t be that serious.” 

I swivelled my body to allow my feet to dangle from the bed, starting to get ready to stand up. “Maybe I should go and see what Sam is reading about-” 

Except it didn’t come out as ‘about’. It came out as a cry of sheer pain. My ankle felt like it was on fire as I stood up and tried to walk, my knee buckled, and I tumbled to the floor. Dean managed to roll over the bed and crouch beside me.  

“What the hell?!” I exclaimed, panting through the burning sensation raging through my ankle.  

Dean placed his hand on the knee that didn’t buckle from under me, his thumb tracing against it.  

“Listen to me, (Y/N). You’re not gonna like this, but you’re benched. Only thing worse than a bad hunter is a dead hunter. And I can’t take that risk with you, because I care about you too much to allow that.” 

I could feel my bottom lip begin to tremble as I fought back tears. Both Dean and his brother, Sam, cared more for me than most people I had ever known, and that meant the world to me. The dam burst as a couple of tears spilt over. 

“Okay, I admit it... I’ve not been hunting at my best lately... I’ve let you down, Dean... And I’m really-” 

Dean quickly silenced me. “Hey, if the next word to come out of your mouth is ‘sorry’, we’re gonna have a problem.” 

I let out a shaky exhale. Dean could clearly see that I was hurt, not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. He took hold of my arm and threw it over his shoulder.  

“Right, let’s get you back onto this bed...” 

He helped me stand up, and while I winced in pain, Dean was careful in sitting me back onto the bed. 

“I know it hurts...” 

His eyes lit up as an idea entered his head.  

“I will be back in a minute. Wait here... and do NOT move.” 

Dean walked out of the room, leaving me alone with only my thoughts keeping me company. I threw my head back onto the pillows in despair, silent tears welling up and escaping.  

Maybe Dean was right. Clearly, I’d been pushing myself to constantly be at 100%, but now that number was dwindling, reducing further with every hunt I’d been on. Right now, I was probably sitting at about 25%, maybe 30 at the most.  

Dean returned, clutching hold of an icepack, a spare pillow and a flask of water. He set the flask down on the nightstand and came to my ankle.  

“I’ll tell you now, this might sting a little bit,” he warned me.  

He carefully lifted my ankle up, placed the pillow down on the bed and let my ankle rest on top of it. He then took the icepack and laid it across my ankle, which made me hiss as ripples of pain came to the surface.  

“I feel useless laying here... surely there must be something I can do.” 

“Yes, there is. You can stay here, rest up and make sure you’re fighting fit for the next round.” 

He picked up the water flask and handed it to me. “That includes staying hydrated.”  

After shuffling against the bed and sitting up, I tentatively took a sip of water from the flask. It was cold, but it helped to ease the burning in my throat. I looked up at Dean.  

“Thank you, Dean.” 

“You’re welcome, (Y/N). And hey, don’t beat yourself up. We all need to rest from time to time.” 

I furrowed my brow. “Even you? And Sam, too?” 

He nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes it’s hard to step back, I get it. When you’ve been doing this as long as we have, it gets addictive, almost. It’s hard knowing when you have to stop, put the brakes on. But remember, there’s nothing wrong with asking for help when you need it. Sam and I have got your back.” 

At this point, with all the terrible things I’d seen, I’d managed to toughen up. But in this moment, I felt so vulnerable... and I couldn’t help it. I’d been bottling this up for longer than I care to admit, not wanting Sam or Dean to see any weakness in me. But now, it was too late for that. I just couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. Dean saw that I was upset and reacted quickly and kindly.  

“Oh, sweetheart...” 

He sat down on the bed beside me, putting his arm around me and drawing me in so that my head rested against his shoulder. His thumb was stroking against my head as I sobbed.  

“It’s okay... I’m here... You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” 

I found comfort in his strong but gentle touch, inhaling the scent of aftershave and alcohol that lingered on him, which played a part in offering me some comfort. He carefully allowed me to break away and ran his thumb under my eyes, attempting to wipe away my tears. 

“I’ve got an idea. How about we both take a rest, right here, for a while... and then I’ll fix us something to eat when you’re feeling a little better. How’s that sound?” 

I let a smile creep onto my face. “I like that. Thank you so much, Dean. And I’m really-” 

I managed to stop myself from saying that word before Dean could react. 

“I mean... I’m really... lucky... to have you and Sam around.” 

Dean let off a light chuckle. “Alright, you saved it. Now come on, let’s get cosy.” 

I shuffled back down so I was laid against the pillows. Dean laid down beside me, his arm around me and allowing me to cuddle up to him like a child cuddles up to their teddy. Dean’s fingers started to play with little sections of my hair, which, paired with the rise and fall of his chest that matched his gentle breathing, was the perfect combination for relaxation. I felt myself sinking deeper back into slumber.  

Dean noticed that I was starting to settle, and he pressed a gentle kiss against my forehead, his slightly chapped lips warm and comforting against my skin.  

“Lay your weary head to rest, (Y/N),” Dean said quietly. “Don’t you cry no more.” 

[ellyswsw]

what you would see on the Shaw Pack's cellphones !!

David

He barely cares what the inside of his phone looks like lowkey but it's still organized

He changes his home and lock screen occasionally (him and angel ofc)

He has an account on Pinterest and he saves so many furniture decors

Help I feel like he would have some pictures of important contracts and paperwork for potential evidence or some shit

Pictures of him flexing his muscles and working out cause Angel asked for them

And pictures of Angel he saved whenever they update him on what they're doing.

Definitely shaw pack group photos

He still keeps old photos of him with his mother, him when he was just a little boy, his mom and dad, and him with the two of them. He'd look at them when it's his dad's anniversary and just cry

His email box is so packed with proposals, sponsors, and just usual pack leader stuff (get it PACKed hahahaha okay I'll stop)

Angel

Angel's phone is definitely filled with selfies, pictures of them cuddling with David

They take goofy pictures of the pack in 0.5 I swear

Sometimes you'd see really blurry pictures that they accidentally took without knowing that they never really bothered to delete cause they're too lazy unless their phone storage is packed asf

Food pictures, so many of them ESPECIALLY on vacay weeks

They have an Instagram account and they really like editing and designing their stories

Whenever David doesn't feel like cooking, Angel goes straight to their phone cause they have so many food delivery apps

Brands begging them to sponsor their products

Angel and David share their passwords

Let's just say they have provocative photos of them to tease David and they always save those muscle pics David sends them (it's on their private album)

Asher

Him and Baaabe really likes taking silly photos together

His phone is so cracked you'd think he has a child that's always borrowing it

Definitely lost his phone(s) at least 3 times

He really likes taking candid photos of Baaabe

His phone is so filled with memes and he's the type of person to always send a meme to comeback every possible message ever

He likes ordering silly stuff online

Angel and him have the most screen time ever in their circle

Baaabe

Their apps are organized in groups cause they don't like swiping left and right like theres a folder for Google apps, online shops social media, etc.

They saved every freaky voicemail Asher sent to them

They really love taking pictures of the places they're in. Buildings, trees, cool interior designs, etc.

Likes listening to music, Spotify is their top most used app

Milo

Him and Sweetheart always like taking pictures together whenever there's a good spot or good lighting and he'd usually post it on Insta

Also has a Pinterest account but with outfits

So many online shopping apps just for clothes

Him and Sweetheart send each other outfits they wore whenever one of them is on a business trip

His add to cart consists of clothes, jewelry, cat toys, leashes and collar for aggro.. and adult toys

Sweetheart

I think just like Baaabe, their apps are also organized in folders.

They are barely active on social media because they think if they get into trouble while on their investigating duty, social media is the first option that's gonna be checked and they don't want that

But you'd see them on Milo's posts

Always on incognito mode

You'd always see outfit checks on their gallery before a flight or a vacation since they prepare an outfit they'd wear every day of the week in advance

Darlin'

Has one broken and abused phone and at least 10 burner phones

Doesn't care what their phone looks like because they don't even care abt the phone

Has no casing

Even the back is cracked

They have a password that they change every month and they tell Sam what the password is

Whenever someone in the pack they're close with needs to open their phone, they either open it themselves or tell them the password then immediately change it after and update Sam again

Every account they have has a different password which they're kinda annoyed at themself for doing that because it's hard to remember every single password

Sam

Has those millennial parent profile picture

His phone still has that abstract and colorful wallpaper ever since he bought it and he hasn't cared to change it even now

Even the layout of the apps is the same

He barely uses his phone

Doesn't know how to put up a widget

Instead of saving the actual picture, he just screenshots it

But he really loves texting his mate, and he won't easily admit it, but he gets all giddy and appreciative whenever the pack adds him to a group chat with them

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prompt: 'trapped in a room/closet/elevator' & 'hiding from pursuers'

'this is all your fault,' you hiss as quietly as possible. with your eyes now accustomed to the darkness, you can see how seungcheol rolls his eyes at that. 'don't you fucking roll your eyes at me-'

'shut up,' he whispers, squeezing your wrists that he's been holding for the past five minutes since calculus professor walked back into his office.

you doubt that professor can hear you - he's been laughing loudly and talking animatedly with someone other the phone since he walked in. god, getting stuck in the closet with seungcheol was not on your today's to-do list, but calculus is hard and you two lost the bet, and exam notes always can be found on any professor's table, so. you honestly should've thought twice before agreeing to participate in this shit. you both freeze when the call finally ends and seungcheol squeezes your wrist painfully, when the sound of rustling papers reaches you two.

'shit, where is it?' there's a pause and then: 'adam, you there? listen, can you check if i left my car keys on- yeah? yeah, okay, i'll be right back, keep them for me? yes, thanks, i'm on my way.'

it's a blessing. this closet is a nightmare and being trapped in it with seungcheol is... not the worst thing but it's just a bit weird, considering how you two are always on this silly edge of flirting where one of you should finally take this one step further and ask another one out, but both are acting oblivious.

'wait,' cheol whispers when you try to go out the second door is closed. 'let’s just wait a little more in case he forgot something.'

'like being stuck with me in the closet so much, huh?' you joke, listening to him and staying put.

'yeah, best thing ever,' seungcheol whispers and then slowly opens the closet door, peeking outside. 'okay, all clear.' he helps you step out and looks at you with concern: 'you good?'

you nod and then point at the way his hands are still squeezing your wrists. 'you can let go now.' there's a pause as you two simply stare at each other and it's charged with something that makes you tingle all over. trying to joke you mutter: 'bet you were wishing you were anywhere else when you were stuck in that stupid closet.'

seungcheol lets go of your wrists, shrugging. 'i was okay there. as long as it was next to you.'

and then he turns aorund and quickly starts taking photos of exam notes like he didn't just said something that turned your world upside down. you snap out of your reverie, fixing few jackets in the closet and then shutting its doors. 'hurry up, we gotta go,' you say and he nods, going quickly through all the notes. and then, because you can't bear the tension, you add: 'and you don't have to lie about the closet thing. it was just a joke anyways.'

seungcheol looks up, pausing. 'i didn't lie.' he stucks up notes the way they were before and motions for you to go. 'if i had to be trapped in the closet then i'd rather be trapped there with you.'

you can't react, because then he takes your hand and pulls you out of the office. looking around, he interlaces your fingers together and pushes you towards the stairs. you walk in tense silence for few moments before you crack: 'sounded a lot like a confession.'

seungcheol doesn't turn to you, only tightens his hold. 'would you want it to be one?' he asks quietly.

'was it one?' you ask back, turning to look at him.

seungcheol doesn't answer until you both reach the first floor and then he pulls you to the side, sighing. 'i like you,' he says simply like it's a known fact. 'i think it's pretty obvious. i signed up for this shit only because i learned that you're part of the bet and i didn't trust anyone else with you. i was tense the whole time cause i was worried that you'd get caught, i didn't care about myself.' he then grins. 'two confessions in a row, huh. how's your ego doing?'

you swallow loudly, trying to shake off the nerves. 'i mean, you still haven't asked me out, so...'

seungcheol huffs a laugh and leans in dangerously close. 'my partner in crime,' he whispers, making you giggle. 'will you allow me to take you out tonight?'

you nod, biting your lower lip. 'permission is granted.'

seungcheol tilts his head to the side. 'permission to kiss?'

your breath catches in your throat. you let him wait few seconds and then - 'granted.'

a/n: so i think i totally fucked up the 'hiding from pursuers' part but maybe we can count professor as..a..pursuer?? :/ hope you still liked it! - nini

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