#idk where i went wrong guys i snatched his waist

[awholeclxwn]

love ur scp art.. i think 106 would look pretty awesome in your style :0

i havent drawn him in so long but he looks like he wants a man to hold him by the waist

[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: Scary dogs

Bonten x Reader | Canon Divergent | 1288 words

Warnings: Idk, nothing really, smoking(?) technically Takeomi canonically speaking is a chimney, Shirtless Kakucho, Based on that tiktok trend (kind of a request(?) sorry if I got it wrong I don’t use that app). Can be read as a stand alone fic. Kind reminder to pls pls read my rules.

You’ve seen a video from TikTok, and you wanted to try it yourself. How could you not? If anyone sees Mikey and the rest approaching like a pack of wolves, anybody will turn the other way around. And even if you weren't going to post the video, at least you'd save it so that you could laugh about it.

So today, after walking out of the building where they held their weekly meetings, you went on ahead of them. You usually would walk beside Kakucho or cling to Rindo, but none said anything. They probably thought you were in a rush to leave the place.

Before you pressed record on your phone, you peered over your shoulder to see what they were doing and if none suspected. And just like you expected, they were all doing their thing.

Mikey and Kokonoi, talking to each other; Ran and Rindo were amidst a heated discussion; Kakucho was on his phone typing, Takeomi looking for his lighter, Mochizuki walking far behind everyone; and... Hold on. Where is Sanzu? He was there a second ago.

“Sweet-cheeks! Why are you plotting?” Jumping a little, you glanced at your side as you felt his body pressed at your back and his head rested on your shoulder.

“Oh... I was... Hmmm...” lying would not work; Sanzu would see it right away. So you went with the truth. It's Sanzu; he would do it. “I wanna make a video. Could you walk behind me? In a very intimidating way,” you tried to make a mean face to illustrate your idea, which resulted in Sanzu just laughing in your face.

Nevertheless, he accepted. “Sure, sure. Want me to take the gun out too?” He said, making finger guns in your direction.

You shook your head in disapproval. It would be too obvious that you two were scheming something if Sanzu went all joker right now. “Just give that look you gave the guy checking me out the other day, please,” you nonchalantly said.

“I did not do such thing; Believe it or not, it was Kokonoi who scared the bastard off,” Sanzu spoke as he made his way behind you.

You made a mental note to ask Kokonoi about that later. Anyway, phone ready, you pressed record. You began recording yourself smiling when the soft music began to play, then lifted your phone when it changed so that the camera could capture everyone in the background.

Oh, you forgot a minor detail. The music. Hell broke loose. Sanzu being the only one who knew, wasn't faced by your unexpected behavior. But the others... Oh, the others.

You heard multiple voices call out your name in a questioning manner. Kokonoi turned around so fast to give his back to the camera that he nearly slammed his elbow against Mikey; Mochizuki just stood there frozen. As for the other four, they went after you.

You shrieked at their sudden movements. They surprised you, so you ran as fast as you could. Wrong, bold of you to assume they wouldn't enjoy chasing their little deer. Ran and Rindo snatched the phone from your hand as Kakucho held you by your waist. At that moment, Takeomi stood in front of you, holding your jaw so that you wouldn't look away.

“Hey, hey. Stop.” came Sanzu, “Y/N’s just playing.”

“Yeah,” laughed Rindo after checking your phone.

“Yeah, the little lady here just called us intimidating dogs,” completed Ran after his brother.

Still, sandwiched between Kakucho and Takeomi, you tried to explain yourself, “I didn't say that!”

“I’m using my scary dog privilege to walk alone? What do you mean by that? And with us?” confused, asked Ran, still reading your video’s caption.

Mikey looked at Kokonoi in bewilderment at almost attacking him, but what you said next left him perplexed.

“It’s hot!” You squirmed in Kakucho’s tight grip. They all looked at you like you’ve lost your mind. “The intimidating concept,” you made some hand gestures as you spoke, but it seems they still didn't get the idea.

“You are making no fucking sense. Speak clearly, Sweetheart.” Takeomi said almost above your lips. You could feel the heat of his smoke on your cheek.

“The- the idea of all of you, with that Bonten work attitude, is kind of hot,” you whispered the last three words with your eyes closed.

By the look of it, only the two closest to you heard your complete answer because Kakucho and Takeomi didn't seem as tense as before. On the contrary, the energy around the three of you drastically changed.

“I don't think it's wise for you to be telling us that in the middle of a street,” murmured Kakucho on your ear. He felt you shiver at his response.

“Agreed. You like being a little tease,” said Takeomi when you felt a pinch on your side, which made you squeal in between the two Bonten members.

After being released from Kakucho and Takeomi, you all continued your way to where they parked their rides. With your fresh wounds on your pride from the failed try-to-make-a-TikTok operation, you sadly staggered after them. Such an uncommon act coming from you called Mikey’s attention.

With his head, Mikey signaled for Sanzu to go and check on you. In a blink of an eye, you felt the weight of the male practically plopping himself on top of you.

“Sanzu! You are heavy!” you couldn't help but smile at his antics.

“You know, you should have taken a picture instead of a video. I believe it captures better the hot vibe,” said Sanzu mockingly, which you rolled your eyes in return.

On second thought, you stopped dead in your tracks. That resulted in Sanzu tripping and sending you both to the ground.

“Stand up, you two. Stop making a scene,” instantly huffed Kokonoi.

Ignoring Kokonoi’s comment, you went and squeezed Sanzu’s cheeks, both still on the ground. “Can we take a group picture!? Please!?!” you asked excitedly. Turning your head a little, you directed the question at Mikey again, “please?”

Some, if not all the males present, strongly exhaled air knowing just what would happen.

“Sure,” said Mikey as he continued to walk.

-

That's how Bonten executives ended up posing for you in a staircase.

As you set the timer for the picture, you saw Ran moving strangely. “Ran, why are you manspreading?” You questioned the older Haitani.

“I’m posing! This is the concept, right?” his response caused a fit of laughter from Rindo.

You shook your head at their actions. Looking around, you saw that Kakucho wasn't around, so you called out to him. “Kaku-chan!! We’re about to take the photo!”

As you turned around, you saw Kakucho coming down the stairs shirtless. “Ka- Kakucho! Why are you without anything under your jacket?!” You couldn't keep your eyes away.

Something must have shown on your face because Sanzu began to turn around and see what made you so flustered.

The stunt Kakucho pulled made you forget about the timer, and the camera made a click.

“Noo..” you were pouting since you didn't appear in the photo. But also because they all looked good. Inspecting it, you saw Mikey and Kokonoi in similar positions.

“We need to take another, right?” the heat on your cheeks burned you. Kakucho’s stomach was pressed to your side as he also looked at the picture on the camera. “You didn't get in time-”

“And whose fault is that?” you voiced without thinking.

“Oh? Is that so?” Came from Rindo, “then we all should follow Kakucho’s example,” said the younger Haitian as he began to take off his suit.

“On it,” added Sanzu.

“S-stop!!” you cried out.

[kunimikat]

When they find out you don’t love them anymore

(Heyyy, so there might be a few grammar errors, but this one is pretty long so hold on) Also do you want the good endings to these? Idk just asking

It started when you didn’t hang out as much with him

You’d make up excuses, ignore, or even give small lies

But he didn’t really take it in any way other than it was you having a hard time with school and stress

So he let you distance yourself

But when you started getting further, and started purposely giving out of the box reasons to not be around him

His gut started to churn

So each day he’d tried to get some way to get your attention

Monday

“Hey dumbass, let’s cook breakfast for the rest of the idiots today, just you and me.”

But when he went to get you up you just turned the other way. He rolled his eyes, a small smile making its way onto his face. The ash-blonde propped a knee up onto the edge of your bed, his hands caging you between them. Yet you barely reacted and instead you mumbled “Go away Bakugo, aren’t you supposed to cook with someone else today?” A hurt expression washed over his face in an instant, though he just thought it was just you being groggy. He started tickling you, a devilish smirk on his features, but you suddenly push his face back forcefully.

“I said get the hell out Bakugo! If it was you you’d be fuming when I try to wake you up so just go!”

You pulled the cover back up, and that was it. It hurt Bakugo even more when you didn’t even look back. But he just snarled and pent it up.

Breakfast didn’t taste as good as usual.

.

Tuesday

You were laughing with Todoroki when Bakugo entered the classroom. And he already didn’t like it as soon as he saw your hand on his shoulder, your leg brushed up against him. He immediately went over and snatched you back into his chest. You scoff “Bakugo- The hell?” You smack his hand off of you. You glare at him before nodding to Todoroki, not sparing Bakugo a glance as you walked back to your seat, starting conversation with Jirou as if that didn’t just happen. Bakugo stared wide eyed at your back then to a smirking Todoroki. He stood frozen. “Just lay off my s/o half n’ half.” He mumbleds as he went to his seat. ‘Was I....was I the wrong one?’ Bakugo jerked his head to the side to get rid of the thought. ‘Like hell I’m wrong.’

But he felt a pit in his stomach remembering your hand on Todoroki’s shoulder.

.

Wednesday

Bakugo wanted to take you hiking with him since you guys had been doing what you’ve wanted to do for the past few months.

But he didn’t expect you to be so upset.

“Really Bakugo? We always have to do some lame shit when you want to go somewhere, do you really like hiking anyway?”

He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyed confusion because you even asked that question.

“No shit, I’ve told you how many times I go hiking, do you not fucking listen? Last time I checked you ain’t deaf, so I thought you’d know by now.”

You quirked your brow up and rolled your eyes, walking off. Bakugo grabs your arm dragging you back, your faces so close your noses are touching.

“The fuck is your problem today? For the past few days you been bitching off, the hell is up with-“

“You, you’re my problem.”

And you pushed him back, opening your phone as you started to text someone and turn the corner in the hall.

Bakugo didn’t want to acknowledge the tears that streamed down his face as he walked to his dorm.

.

Thursday

Bakugo won the challenge in today’s lesson overall, yet he couldn’t help but look over and see your eyes on Todoroki the whole time. Even when he pushed himself, blew the biggest explosions, even won the damn thing. He couldn’t even get an ounce of his own s/o’s attention.

Bakugou huffs as he stormed to where and Todoroki were. He wrapped a arm around your waist. But he didn’t pay attention on the unimpressed expression on your face. But he did hear when you called back to Todoroki, “You did your best out there! See you tomorrow!”

And just like that you got of his arms and walked back to the locker rooms. But he grabbed your hand pulling you back almost instantaneously. “The fuck? You’re not gonna say anything to me? Is this a fucking joke?” A perplexed and pained expression on his face. But he was tempted to really do something when you sighed and started to walk off. “Yeah good job Bakugo, not like you need a boost in your ego though.”

For some reason hanging out with Kirishima at the arcade was the most amount of happiness Bakugo has had all week.

But as soon as he got back to the dorms the same depressing feeling washed over him.

Friday

“But why? Why don’t you love me anymore damn it!”

It was raining hard, the droplets kept mixing with the harsh rain as you both stood over the now soiled picnic food. He tried, he tried everything to get you to listen to him. But now you both just stood silently in the rain.

“I’m sorry Bakugo...it’s just I’m not really interested anymore. It not like I hate you or anything-“

“BULLSHIT!”

Bakugo was seething, rain starting to evaporate on his hands as they flared up.

“This past week...no,fuck, MONTH! You just cast me to the side like I’m a piece of fucking scum! I try...I try so fucking hard, and I’ve never even been in a damn relationship before! So I know I’m not perfect, I FUCKING KNOW. I KNOW I’m not like a prince like fucking half n half, but damn don’t you see I’m trying to work it out? I haven’t felt this much for anyone before Y/N! WHY... WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH? WHAT DID I DO SO WRONG? FUCK Y/N I’LL EVEN CHANGE! JUST.. Bakugo went quiet as a sob wracked his body, leaving him speechless for a moment. His voice cracks, “..don’t leave me alone Y/N, I don’t want to feel alone again after all this time.”

Yet even after Bakugo crouched to the ground, head in hands. He hears a disappointed sigh, his head almost gets whiplash from how fast he shot his head up. You looked at him with cold eyes and looked down at him with no interest.

“Listen Bakugo, I tried being nice about it but, I don’t love you anymore. I thought you were stronger than this, I guess not. What a shame. You brought me out here to say all of that? I’m cold, and I’m heading back to the dorms, but I did clean up the picnic during your tantrum. Sorry, Bakugo.”

Yet the apology was so cold it just felt like blurred lines of sentences came from your mouth to him. The rain drowning out any emotions other than the hurt and pain his heart felt. Bakugo sat in the muddy grass, his eyes blown as he reached pitifully at your form trudging farther and farther through the mud.

Aftermath

He just wasn’t the same.

Bakugo was even more aggressive but most times he’d take it out on the people that got too close to him.

But when he’s not angry, he’s just silent

Dozing off the all of a sudden at random times in class you’d look over to see his desk charred and he doesn’t even realize it

He’d had constant stress from the piling work on his desk as he sat in bed and stared at it with no motivation

Even though he got back on track, and a bit better, it still gnawed at the back of his head everyday of what he should’ve done instead what he did

During Hero Training when he’d hear you cheer for Todoroki, he knew he was never going to get a sincere apology

He knew he was never going to hear you cheer like you cheered Todoroki on

He knew he was never going to get the attention he wanted when he saw your arms linked with your group of friends during graduation as you walked off.

He knew he was going to never fill the void he thought he long forgot even after how many years of highschool he graduated, and how many years of hero work

Nothing and no one could make him feel the way you used to.

He noticed when you leaned out of his touch

Or the small unimpressed looks you’d have when you guys would kiss

And when he would ask you’d wave it off like it was nothing

Even when you surprisingly pushed him off of you as the class was doing movie nights, sitting with space in between

Midoriya noticed every single little thing

Yet when he confronted you about it you waved it off again and left before he could even ask you anything more

So, he decided to do a few things for you just in case he did something wrong and wanted to make it up

Monday

He placed a small gift on your desk. It was a small cat-version of all might in a box. At first you smiled, but then checked the signed name tag, he nearly screamed when you scoffed at it and just tossed it into your bag. He felt his heart clench but payed it no mind. He planned the right time to come in and walked right over to you.

“H-Hey Y/N! Did you like the little gift I bought?”

He could see the clearly fake smile on your face when you nod you head, but quickly dismiss him as you see Kirishima enter the room and walking over to him. Excitedly greeting him. Like he just gave you the gift instead.

Midoriya whimpered and gripped his bag straps. Ignoring how his stomach felt like it flipped.

Tuesday

Midoriya’s almost broke down when he went in to hug you in front of Kirishima and instead you went over and gave the redhead a ‘friendly’ hug.

“Hey Y/N! Are you and Midoryia busy or something?”You shook your head and went on in conversation, blatantly ignoring Midoryia, making him kind of want to throw up lunch. He frowned because, didn’t you guys plan something? Why did you lie?

The only person who actually paid attention was Bakugo, and even he felt a little bad. So he grabbed Kirishima’s collar and pulled Kirishima with him, locking eyes with Midoryia with an unknown expression. Then rolling his eyes and looking off. But Midoryia knew for sure he owed him a favor. He tried grabbing your hand but you pulled away.

“Sorry Izu, I uh...I have to go out for a bit.”

“But weren’t we going to go to the cafe today?”

“I know Izuku but...my friend texted me and there was a change in plans. I’ll see you later though!”

Yet he didn’t see you for the entire evening. He wrote down your conversation in a notebook. Analyzing what he could’ve said wrong. He didn’t even realize frustrated tears smearing the words.

Wednesday

People started to notice the nervous tics Midoryia did when you’d start talking to Kirishima.

“Are you okay Midoryia? Your hand is bleeding. Do you need to head to the nurse?”

“Ah! I-it’s okay Todoroki! It’s nothing, really!”

He didn’t want to leave the room right now, especially with the weird feeiling in his gut when he saw you lean in a little too close to Kirishima made his hand feel numb.

Thursday

Midoriya noticed your small lingering touches and stares on Kirishima during training. He even noticed you were quieter when cheering for him than you were Kirishima.

He noticed you smiled more at his jokes than his

He noted you suddenly liked the things you said you always hated when Kirishima said was into it.

And he kept in mind that evening you barely looked his way. He frowned at the thought and decided to walk over to you. But instead he wanted bawl his eyes out when you made eye contact, and instead of greeting him you started walking forward with Kirishima.

Friday

“I can’t find a single note on what I did so wrong to make you hate me so much.”

You couldn’t even realize the boy in front of you. Blind rage all over his face, fists clenched, and shaking body. All because of you.

You honestly wanted to cry because you were so used to the loving looks he’d always give you to the cold and angry one he had on now. But you knew you didn’t deserve to feel this way. You knew what you did was wrong yet, you can’t get rid of the guilt washing over yourself as you finally locked eyes with him.

“I...I give you so much time and attention. Love...appreciation, patience. So much fucking patientce Y/N. Yet, yet you just throw it away.”

The dead grass crunched under his weight as his knees slightly buckled. The snot and tears now covering a majority of his face as he cried. His sobs sounding louder and louder in the silent evening. He bit his lip as he clenched the part of his shirt over his heart.

“It..it hurts so much, why, why don’t you love me like I love you?”

He clenched his teeth before repeatly beating the same spot on his chest. You looked in horror, then rushed over to get him to stop. He grabs you hand just as you were about to stop him.

He looks at you with such a broken gaze. Puffy eyes, and tears still streaming down his face as his scarred hand holds onto yours. Quivering lip and clenched fist.

“Was I just never enough?”

Your eyes started to fill with tears as you covered your mouth. Shaking your head repeatedly, as words couldn’t leave your mouth.

“I’ve written so many lines of the possibilities of what I could’ve said wrong. Or what I gave you. How I kissed you, how I touched you, Y/N, I-...”

“It’s not that you did anything Izuku! It’s just...I fell in love with someone else and I didn’t know how to end it.”

You looked down in guilt.

“Haha...my prediction was right. I was just never lived up to what you wanted.”

“Izuku I-“

“It’s getting late L/N, let’s go.”

It was a quiet walk back to the dorms.

Aftermath

He just kind of went airplane mode

He wasn’t the same mumble-awkward teen he usually was

But instead he’d mostly stare out the window

Or endlessly write notes

He became engrossed in his studies

Rarely going out, barely talking to anyone, and even not eating cause he felt like it would interrupt his studying

When out on his patrols he’ll try to save anyone and everyone he can by himself.

And when he fails it sends him into a complete spiral

It makes him feel the same way he did that day when you two separated

Like he didn’t do enough so it was all his fault that it ended in this way

Regular panic/anxiety attacks

Bakugo actually leaving him alone and instead checking up on him and making sure he eats (forcibly)

Todoroki, Uraraka, and Iida routinely make sure he was actually going to sleep on time, or getting any at all

It did take him a while to actually get over it

And it totally affected how he looked at future relationships

When he does get with someone everytime he just suffocates them with attention, gifts, and anything he feels he isn’t doing right he’ll do it 110%

So a majority of his early adulthood he spent single- or in short-term relationships

Eventually he stayed single for awhile since he’d always compare them to you

Though he does have days where wish it was different

Wishes it was you next to him when he woke up

Wishes that you would hold his hand when he has a bad day at work

But when he has the bad days where the anxiety, hero work, and pressure gets to him.

He just thinks of the way you used to smile at him.

Eyyy so it was originally gonna be 3 but I realized I made it a little too long. I basically had really shit wifi so that was a part of the small hiatus. But also I was originally gonna be MHA boyos x Twitch Streamer Reader. Buuut Tumblr was cracked and deleted it so. 🧍Also do you want a part 2? Cause if not I’ll make my first fluff HCS for Valentine’s. Requests are open! So go wild

[wayward-nephilim]

Before it all Started (Pt. 2) // Rafe Cameron

Prompt: You and Rafe break up, you see him again after avoiding him for a while

Warnings: drug/alcohol use, a little bit of angst.

A/N: here is a part two that no one asked for but low key kind of inspired to write one just to ease my soul it’s kinda short and shitty but it’s cool. Low key wanna do a part three idk broski.

You had successfully avoided your ex boyfriend, Rafe for a whole month. Every so often you’d get the urge to text him and ask how he was doing, but managed to fight against it. He only reached out twice in that time, you ignored him both times and it hurt your heart more than anything to do that. You wanted to just call him and tell him you miss him, you did, you still loved him and you always would. He was your drug.

In avoiding him, you’ve avoided parties, because he has a habit of showing up to all of them. But Kie and Sarah had managed to convince you to go to the Bineyard for a party they were throwing. Your look was simple, shorts with a drug rug. And your makeup was minimal, not feeling up to getting dolled up.

“Cmon, Y/N.” Kie spoke, “Are you sure you don’t want to wear something more sexy?”

“Not really.” You shrugged, “I’m not looking for a rebound. I’m only going to have a good time with my friends.”

She offered you a kind smile, “Well, thank you for doing this.”

“I’d do anything for you and it’s about time I actually leave the house and go to social gatherings. I do need to eventually get over it.” You frowned, bitter about the break up.

“But you don’t have to rush to do it, healing takes time.” She said, “But still, what did you see in him?”

“Kie..” you started, you knew she didn’t mean it in a hateful way, but Rafe was never particularly nice to your friends. “He was nice, and caring. Have you ever felt like someone was so perfect for you? That it hurts when your not with them and that even after being together for so long you still get butterflies in your stomach? The love never died.” He is meant for me you wanted to tell her.

“Y/N.” She frowned, you talked to Kie about your relationship but never really went into details about it.

“He put aside and changed his feelings about you guys for me.” You said, picking at your nails.

“Rafe.” You started pinching the bridge of your nose. The two of you were sitting in your room, dressed up for a party that was happening at the Boneyard. “They’re my friends.”

“Why? You’re a Kook. They’re not.” He defended himself.

“I want you to give them a chance. You don’t know them, and I love them and I love you and if you’re going to ask me to pick, I’m not going to. I want to be able to have you both. I’m not asking you to hang out with them all night but just give them a chance.” You frowned at him. His blue eyes looked at you with sincerity. His body relaxed. “Will you give them a chance, for me?”

“For you.” He sighed, “I’ll put my differences aside.”

“Thank you.” You smiled running over to hug him. “I love you. And thank you for doing this, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I would do anything to make sure you’re happy.” He smiled, pulling away and planting a kiss on your lips.

You smiled at the memory that slowly faded away into the distance. Kie got up and sat next to you, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her. “Hey. Let’s not focus on him tonight, okay? This night is for you to be free and have fun. We’re gonna get wasted.”

You smiled at her. Shaking the bad juju away. “Tonight is our night.” You grinned,

“Good, now come on. Or else we’re gonna be late.”

*

By the time you and Kie showed up, half the island was piled on the tiny beach. Music blasting and kids from all social classes having fun and partying together. You didn’t want to give Kie and sarah the satisfaction but this is exactly what you needed.

The two of you walked up to the group, your friends hugging you. “How have you been?” JJ asked,

“I’ve been good.” You offered him a smile,

“We’ve missed you.” John B playfully punched your arm,

“I missed you guys too. I’m sorry I haven’t been around too much recently. I’ve been working a lot.” Part of it was true, you did pick up more shifts of the golf course but also you needed a break from people. You hung out a few time since Rafe and you broken up but never explained the break up to anyone.

“It’s good to have you around.” Pope smiled, soon falling to conversation with Kie. You smiled at the couple and turned back to John B.

“Where’s Sarah?” You asked, scanning around not seeing the blonde.

“She’s gonna be a little late.” John B told you,

“Oh.” You wanted to ask why, maybe it was something with Rafe and got concerned.

JJ spoke up, “Want some alcohol, or weed?”

“Whats the strongest thing you got?” You asked, parties were for getting shit faced. That’s what you planned to do. In retrospect you knew it wasn’t the best coping mechanism but you’ve been off for the last month.

“Let’s go look.” He said grabbing your hand and pulled you to a cooler back by the bone fire. You scanned your options before settling on a Smirnoff ice. Chugging it down quicker than you’d like, you made a face and burped and reached for another one.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick.” JJ looked at you with a concerned look but didn’t stop you.

“Psh. It’s fine.” You shrugged, “I haven’t left the house in a month. Well, other than work, but I need a night to relax and just be free. Ya know?”

He grinned at you. “Oh, I definitely know.”

You took a sip from your Smirnoff and looked at JJ. Weighing your options, JJ was basically a walking sex machine. You could sleep with him at little to no cost. You watched as his muscles flexed, digging through the cooler. He was one of your closest friends, though. So sleeping with him could make things awkward. Finishing the bottle, you grabbed a beer from him.

“Slow down tiger.” He eyed you suspiciously. Sipping from his own beer.

“When have I been known to not know how to handle myself?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Well there was that time at John B’s birthday party, and then again at mid-summers-“

You cut him off. “That’s enough. Those are very bad examples.”

“There’s still more.” He laughed,

“It’s only occasionally I don’t know how to handle myself.” For the most part you knew how to behave. “You said smoke though. You got a joint?”

He nodded and pulled it out of a small Altoids container that was in his pocket and lit it up. His lips wrapped perfectly around it. “To bad habits.” He passed it to you, exhaling his smoke.

“To bad habits.” You mumbled, taking it from him and hitting it. Your body was warming up and head was getting fuzzy. You smiled and just stood in content. Everything felt better from the cross fade.

“Wanna go dance?” He asked, holding his hand out for you.

You nodded and grabbed it and let him drag you to the crowd of dancing people. Both of you out of rhythm but neither of you seemed to care, you were too busy enjoying yourself. His hands were on your hips and you felt warm.

Rafe and you ended up at some Kook party that night. Both of you drinking before hand. But the alcohol at the party was much better than what you could manage to get your hands on. Normally you only went to parties with your friends but Rafe convinced you to go with him tonight and you didn’t regret it one bit.

His hands were on your hips and the two of you moved to the music. “You look so pretty tonight.” He’s lured in your ears

You giggled and looked at him, your arms around his rock. “You’re prettier.”

“Doubtful.” He smiled, continuing to dance with you. He spun you around and then dipped you. Causing you to laugh and grab his face. Giving his a big kiss. He pulled you up and deepened the kiss. Tangling his fingers in your hair.

You moaned into his mouth and pulled him out of the crowd and into a random bed room.

You swayed your hips on him, the beer you snatched from him still in your hand. Turning around you let your butt rub against his front. His hot breath on your neck and hands around your waist. “Y/N.” He groaned,

“JJ.” You spoke back, seductively. Eyes closed but head tilted up to him.

“I’m, um-“ he cleared his throat and you smiled, he was hard. You turned to face him again and opened your eyes.

“Seems like you’ve got a problem.” You giggled, getting up on your toes to whisper in his ear “I can help-“ you froze in your spot when you came to meet the pair of blue eyes you’d never forget. He looked upset as he watched you.

“Y/N?” JJ questioned. “What’s wrong?” He turned to see what you were staring at and he released you from his hold when he saw Rafe standing in the distance. You felt terror in your bones at the thought that he might storm over here and beat JJ up. But he never moved, he just looked at you disappointedly.

“JJ, I’m-“ You said, feeling guilty. The reality and sober feeling creeping into your body.

“It’s fine.” He shrugged it off, clearing his throat. “Are you gonna talk to him?”

“Should I?” You asked him, wanting serious advice you weren’t sure he would be able to give.

“How long has it been?”

“A month.” You looked back at JJ.

“Go talk to him. I won’t be far, if he tries anything.”

“Thank you, JJ. And I’m sorry for the um-“ you pointed to his crotch.

“It’s fine. I’ll find a tourist later.” He waved his hand at you and you walked away from him. Slowly making your way over to the blonde haired boy who never took his eyes off of you.

You tried to offer him a smile as best as you could. “Rafe.” Not sure what you were going to say to him or how to even say anything. Things couldn’t just resume back to the way they were before.

He looked different. He had put on some weight and his eyes weren’t glassy as they’d been the last time you saw him. He also looked miserable, that being a lingering side effect from the breakup. “So are you two like a thing?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Rafe. It’s only been a month.” You said, “And please let’s not start an argument here.”

“That didn’t answer my question, Y/N.” He said, rubbing his face in distress.

“No. We’re not.” You told him and watched him relax. “This is my first time out in a month. I needed a free night when I’m not thinking about everything.” The tension between you two was thick. It was awkward, trying to pretend like that night a month ago didn’t happen and trying to pretend that he didn’t see you just grinding on another boy.

“Can we talk somewhere private?” He asked. “Somewhere where your friends aren’t evesdropping.” You looked around and all of your friends were watching you from various locations.

“They’re just worried, because I’ve been drinking and I have a record of doing dumb things.” You tried to banter with him. And make him feel less uncomfortable. “But yes, we can.”

You walked with him back to his car and sat in the passenger seat, him sitting in the drivers seat. You gulped. “So uh- how have you been?” You tried not to let your voice crack but failed. Your body was stiff and facing forward because you weren’t sure you would be able to contain yourself from kissing him if you turned to see him.

“I’m three weeks clean today.” He said softly, looking down at his steering wheel.

You turned to look at him. And smiled, “That’s really good Rafe. I’m proud of you.” He sniffled. You could tell he was holding it in and you frowned. Your heart aching as you saw him break down in front of you. He was hunched over and body shaking.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You cooed.

“No one has ever been as kind to me as you. No one cares like you do.” He looked up to you with red puffy eyes and tears rolling down his face. “You left me, though. Do you know how that feels?”

Tears brimmed in your eyes at the vulnerable state of your ex. “Yes, Rafe.” It wasn’t easy for me. “I haven’t left my house in a month..” you admitted to him.

“Do you still love me?” He asked you,

You stared at him longingly. “Of course I do Rafe. You can’t really just throw what we had away.”

“Why did you leave me, then?”

“It’s something I knew needed to happen.” You shrugged, “I told you about my mom and her drug addiction and you know what that did to me and watching the only person I’ve ever loved doing the same thing wasn’t something I could bear to see. I didn’t want to, but it was all too familiar and I couldn’t go down that same hole. Maybe I’m selfish-“

“You’re not.” He reassured you, “I should have been better.”

“No.” You stopped him, “Don’t think like that. Yes, the drugs are a bad thing but it’s a hard thing to battle with. I’m upset that you didn’t take my help when I offered it. Everyone make mistakes, that’s not the issue. This issue is not learning from them. Learning from mistakes is a way of life, it’s how we live and progress. And the fact that you overcame this by yourself is a huge thing that needs to be recognized.”

He was silent. And the two of you stared at each other. Your hands still connected. “I’m sorry you had to see me and JJ.” You frowned, a guilty feeling growing in your stomach. “But thank you for not killing him.”

“Yeah.” He spoke, you knew he was upset about it. “Everyone moves on their own ways.”

“Rafe.” You started, “I’m not moving on. I don’t think I could ever, there’s no one that I’d rather be with than you. You’re the only one that I want.” His blue eyes held hope and he managed to smile at you.

“You mean that?” He sniffled again, the tears stopped flowing from his eyes.

You nodded. “Yes. I don’t want anyone else, JJ isn’t you and he’s one of my best friends, not my next possible love interest.”

He cleared his throat, “So I guess I should ask if we’re getting back together.”

You sat in silence for a while. Of course you wanted to get back with Rafe he was everything to you. But we’re you ready for it? “I want to, but let’s take it slow. We’ve been apart a while and need time for it to slowly fall into place.” You told him, reasing his hand from yours you brought it up to his face and lightly ran your thumb across his cheek. His lips pouted.

“Okay. We can work with that.” He spoke, “How do we take it slow?”

“I’m not quite sure yet.” You said, “We’ll just have to go with the flow.”

The eye contact never ceased to fail. “Well, can I kiss you?” He asked,

You nodded and leaned your face into his, uncomfortably leaning against the center consol to connect your lips to his. You melted instantly, butterflies in your stomach and a rush going to your head. It had felt the same as the last time you kissed him, like nothing was wrong. You moaned as he deepened the kiss and moved your body over the center consol and onto his lap to have better access. He held you close as you continued to make out with him, not wanting to leave from his hold.

He pulled away and looked at you. “I love you.” His voice was soft.

“I know.” You smiled. Planting another quick kiss on his lips. “Are you going to come back to the party?” You asked him

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m thinking about heading back to my place.”

“We can go back to my place.” You said to him, knowing his home life you didn’t want him going home and you definitely didn’t want him doing it alone.. “Let me just tell my friends I’m leaving.”

He nodded as you got off of his lap and got out of the car. You headed towards your friends who were all together. “Hey, nice of you to show up.” Sarah smiled and hugged you. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good. I actually talked to your brother.” You smiled at her and then looked to your friends who all looked a little concerned. “We’re going back to my place.”

“Oh.” Sarah frowned a little, “Okay. I’ll see you later then.”

“Are you gonna be okay?” Kie asked,

You nodded and smiled. “Yeah. We’re gonna be okay. I know you guys are worried and concerned and I haven’t told you much about anything recently but I need you guys to trust me and understand that I know what I’m doing.”

The all gave you a sympathetic look. “We love you.” Kie said, getting up and giving you a hug. “I know you’re making a good decision.” She whispered in your ear and you hugged her tighter.

“I’ll see you guys soon. And I’ll talk about it when I’m ready.” You waved to your friends and walked away. Hoping that things could be the safe with you are Rafe this time.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

to yourself chris motionless x reader

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Yikes

Bad break-up? But it's not with Chris, it's y/n friend, but I needed this somehow? idk felt right, kinda angsty?

song: truth in you by vampires everywhere!

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @alilpunkrock

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i sat in the booth next to chris and smiled at what my friend had said to me. she had asked us on a double date to meet her new boyfriend and we were having a blast so far. we had started out at the movies, were now at steak n shake for a late lunch, and then were supposed to be going to the park to just walk around and hang out.

"yeah of course, you know ill always come over and help you out."

she nodded and took a drink.

"it really does mean a lot y/n, i know ive moved a lot over the past few years but im hoping this one will actually stick for a while."

i rested my hand gently on chris's thigh and leaned forward into the table.

"and even if it doesnt ill still be around to help."

she laughed.

"thanks."

then the waitress came over to the table to take our order. When she left Chris leaned further into me, kissing my cheek. I looked at him and smiled.

"Thank you."

He smiled back.

"You are absolutely welcome."

I heard Jen sigh and I looked at her and laughed.

"You two are perfect."

I blushed and squeezed Chris's thigh.

"We are not perfect."

She leaned closer to the table.

"Yes, you absolutely are. I'm jealous."

I looked at Chris and he kissed me gently.

"We try."

I laughed at him and he took my hand in his.

"Sure we do."

I watched as she ran her hands through her hair.

"Kinda makes me feel like I have competition."

Her date let out a nervous laugh and she just smiled at him and scratched the back of her head.

"No, don't think that, they've had a lot of time to get to where they are. We only just started dating."

He looked down at the table before sending me a knowing look.

"She's right, we've been together for a while. You've got to build it up, I'm sure you'll both get there. And if not that's totally okay."

Chris hummed and kissed my neck making me giggle.

"You give the best advice baby."

He said seductively and I rolled my eyes at him.

"You just like it when I give you advice because I talk down to you."

I turned to him and he kissed me.

"Yeah, it's hot."

I laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me to him. Then the waitress showed up with our food.

"Can I get you all anything else?"

We all looked around at each other for a second.

"Nope, I think we're good, thank you."

She smiled.

"Enjoy."

Chris let me go and sat upright. I snatched a fry from his plate and he sent me a look.

"Really?"

I nodded.

"Yep."

He shook his head at me.

"You have your own, you know that right?"

I nodded quickly and took another one, rolling it between my finger tips.

"Yeah but I like it when you get frustrated."

I put it between my teeth and leaned into him.

"I hate you you know that?"

"Mhm."

I hummed and he leaned in too, taking the other half of the fry in his mouth and kissing me before eating it. Jen just sighed.

"Y'all really out here doing the lady and the tramp thing?"

I laughed at her.

"Right in front of my salad?"

I mocked and she rolled her eyes at me.

"Whatever, just eat normally so we can go to the park."

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We sat in the parked car for a second and waited for Jen and her date.

"So, what do you think of them?"

Chris looked at me like I just asked him the stupidest questions in the world.

"Did you really just ask me that?"

I laughed.

"Yes because she is gonna ask me the same thing after he leaves."

He shook his head.

"I think the dudes a total flake."

I frowned.

"So I'm not the only one?"

He shrugged.

"Even at the movies he seemed kinda standoffish right?"

I sighed.

"Yeah, he did."

Chris grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly.

"She deserves better y/n."

I looked at him with pity written on my face.

"Of course she does, but she seemed like she really liked him. They've only been on a few dates though."

I jolted when I heard Jen knock on my car window. I looked at her and she waved excitedly at me, her date looking around like he was uncomfortable. I looked back at chris.

"God this isn't gonna go well."

We both opened our doors and got out.

"So, you just wanna walk around?"

She asked when I got out. I shrugged.

"I just wanna chill, talk a bit, hang out. I feel like I haven't gotten to just talk to you in a while without crazy distractions."

She took my hand and hugged her body closer to mine.

"Sounds like a plan babes."

She swung our arms back and forth as we walked to the path around the lake. Chris and her date kinda of stayed behind, chatting amongst themselves. I could hear Chris trying really hard to be nice.

"So, since he's a little bit away, what do you think of Damien?"

She held my hand in both of hers and waited for my answer as we walked.

"Do you want my honest opinion?"

She nodded.

"You know I do."

I looked down and sighed.

"Neither of us like him."

She paused and frowned at me.

"Really?"

She asked kinda sad, turning and keeping our pace.

"I know, I'm sorry Jen, he just doesn't seem like the right guy for you. He's been kind of a douche this whole day. And I know you were super complimentary at lunch but he seemed a little put off at you wanting affection. And that seems kinda shitty."

She sighed.

"You're right, our last date he was so disconnected I felt like I was grasping for attention the whole time."

"I'm sorry Jen."

"Dude, fuck off."

Chris said loudly and we both turned around to face them.

"That's some real shit you know that?"

I looked at him funny.

"This asshole."

Chris pointed at him and looked at us.

"What?"

He just huffed and looked back at him like he couldn't believe him.

"He said hes only here to get in Jen's pants."

Damien looked like he was in deep shit, and was more than shocked. I looked at Jen and her mouth was wide open.

"How fucking dare you!"

She screamed and slapped him. My eyes went wide. He stretched his mouth open and rubbed his face.

"Actually I said I just wanted to sleep with you but I guess that's kind of the same."

I could see tears welling in her eyes.

"I liked you, so much, I even considered taking you home with me."

Damien just shrugged.

"Then I would've reached my goal."

She shook her head and i watched a few tears fall down her cheeks.

"Asshole, just fuckin leave. Get the hell out and loose my number."

She pointed towards the parking lot.

"Fine."

He said firmly before looking at Chris like he did something wrong and walked off towards his car. Then Jen just started sobbing.

"Oh honey no."

I said softly, taking her into me and letting her sob against my chest. I pet her hair gently.

"It's okay, he was an asshole anyway. He doesn't deserve your tears."

She looked up at me and hiccuped.

"Yeah but it still hurts."

I hugged her again.

"I know but at least you didn't develope an attachment and then get your heart shattered."

She nodded her head against my shoulder.

"Thank you y/n, I really needed that."

She looked at me and then turned her attention to Chris.

"And thank you for saying something, or this could've ended worse."

He nodded.

"Of course. Dudes like that don't deserve cool chicks like you. He's an asshole and a bastard."

She laughed a little.

"You are absolutely right."

I smiled down at her as she let me go.

"Thank you guys. Really."

I ran my hand gently down her arm.

"I'm always here for you Jen, whatever you need, just ask."

She nodded.

"Do you think we could go back to your house and play games for a while? I don't wanna think about this anymore."

I smiled at her and looked Chris.

"We'd love to."

[dtmkarma]

Weird Cutie

I had a date with a guy on Bumble we'll call him weird cutie. His pictures weren't very great but I could tell he was cute. We matched and spoke for a few days then decided we would move to texting. He was very weird but good weird so I agreed to meet him the following week. I arrived at Jacks and he was late, I sat for 10mins only to see him coming towards mw. As I was getting ready to leave, he was taller than I thought and had glasses. He was also a little chubby in his belly but had long black hair pulled into a bun. He smiled and joked "are you leaving me, you look so cute". I smiled and shrugged "well you're kinda late so....." "I am but I texted you and I'm here now", he reached down and hugged me then spun me around looking me up and down in my blue dress. I smirked but sat down in the booth. We ordered drinks and food he was more so interesting than I thought he would be, and he was cute. He liked me I could tell by how he moved closer to me in the booth and put his hand on my thigh,reached down and started rubbing my bare legs. I moved his hand and apologized, "I wasnt sure if I would like you so I skipped shaving my legs but in my defense I didnt think you'd be touch me so intimately on the first date either, sorry but theres levels" he removed his hand and asked am I at the level to earn me a kiss, I smiled shyly, he leaned in and I felt my body getting hot, he moved his hand back to my thigh and started rubbing it closer and closer to my center. Before I could blink his lips were on mind and his eyes were closed. This was so weird. Why was this so weird to me..... If been with a guy before but this feel in was so weird. I closed my eyes nd played the instructions in my head on how to kiss(I was a late bloomer and my best friend taught me how to kiss). He started moving when my tongue met his so I broke the kiss worried someone would think our pda was inappropriate. If never displayed such pda openly before, is only normally do it in the comfort of my home because that where it seem like guys was most comfortable but he was different, weird. He smiled at me and the butterflys started, our date lasted 3hrs and when it was time to leave he asked should he follow me home but I reminded him there was levels. His birthday was next week. He invited me to his house to hangout because he didn't consider his birthday a big deal, so we agreed to meet next week. This was Monday. Next week arrived but more specifically his birthday;Tuesday. I had a long day of work and hadn't heard from him so around 1pm I texted him happy birthday. He responded by asking if I would see him, I told him I'd see. By 5:30I had a massive headache and was tired for the day I felt like locking myself in my room and making love to my bed in the form of Zzz. But I had to deposit some money into the bank for a bill to be paid so I told him to text me his address and I'd see him soon. He was in the middle of moving, I had on another dress this one mustard yellow, it looked amazing on my milk chocolate brown skin. He came to the door and looked different, he was cuter than last time and wasnt wearinf his glasses, I was shocked and aroused. I sat on a lazyboy and he sat on the couch, like most millenials he didnt have cable to cut cost on unnecessary bills but he had an xbox and internet. We watched live boxing through it and he started the typical male ploy "why are you sitting all the way over there by yourself, come sit next to me" I thought this way of asking for attention was always cute. I got up and sat beside him "is this close enough for you", he smirked and hugged me while,sniffing me "you smell so good". 😊thank you. His hands roamed my thighs again while he pulled my face into a kiss, he leaned his body back and pulled me on top of him while sliding my dress up over my ass. He smacked it,I pulled myself away he leaned up and grabbed my breast, having his hands touch and caress my body felt so amazing. I couldn't believe it had been 6 years since I had sex but here I was. He lifted my dress over my nd slid his hands under my bra,pinching my nipples, my mind was lost everything was happening so quickly yet it felt like it was all in slow motion. His eyes seemed so dark and focused, one hand pulled me by the waist closer to him. His eyes watched my as he opened his mouth and slid it over my right nipple. He bit down gently and it made my whole body shutter, I moaned and closed my eyes he removed his mouth instantly and pulled my face back,into a deep passionate kiss. My hips started rocking on his lap while his hand massaged my breast. I was feeling hot all over my body again and my panties started to feel like I peed myself. I tried to pull away but he held me close, his hands, his mouth it all was driving me crazy. But the levels I need to remind myself that the ultimate goal was to have him. I made up my mind I wanted him this weird guy I wanted him to be mine. So I snatched myself away and hop off him, "I need to use the bathroom", he looked lost. "Okay..... Its down the stairs to the left." I pulled my dress back down and went to the bathroom, I tried to compose myself and dry myself. I needed to make sure he didnt think I was easy. He got myself to together and went back up the stairs than sat on the couch, this time towards the opposite end. He smirked at me "would you like a drink?".... I smiled "no thank you", "ok well I'm going to make me one" , he went into the kitchen and made himself a drink than came back. He watched me, I stared at the boxing match screaming in my mind to him "come touch me with your soft warm hands again, come put your lips on mine and all over my body." I felt desperate but I didnt show it. I put my feet on the couch, he pulled them towards him and on his lap, he started rubbing them. "So what did you get me for my birthday?" I laughed "my prensence, surprise happy birthday.......just kidding what do you want?" He looked at me and smirked " you said there was levels right, what level does my birthday fall under?" ...... "Idk tell me exactly what you want and ill see if I can make it happen" He looked down at his lap than to me signaling but if he was going to have the balls to ask for what I thought he was asking he was going to have to say it."I'm sorry are you trying to tell me something, what do you want and use your words please."...... He looked nervous "well........ A bj would be nice right now", I laughed and pretended to look shocked for a sec. He smiled, I got off the catch walked to him. We didnt break contact, I got on my knees infront of him still keeping eye contact and asked "are you sure this is what you want for your birthday?" He seemed nervous but whispered "yes". I unbuttoned his pants, zipped down the zipper and reached into his boxers. He looked amazed it was happening, I licked my lips and leabed down I could hear his breath getting heavier before I put my mouth on it. I looked down at it, it was uncircumcised, exactly how I liked it. I licked the tip, his body twitched, he moaned. I put my mouth on the tip and sucked it slowly,swirling my tongue around it. He moaned "fuck" I smirked and looked up at him. He looked vulnerable and shy, I slid my mouth all the way down and opened my mouth wider while remembering to breath through my nose like how this porn star taught me from a video I use to watch repeatedly in college. His hands covered the back of my head and I felt his thrusting deeper in my mouth while moaning "fuck, its so good. God im going to cum", it hasn't seem like a min but as soon as he said "I'm going to cum". I pulled my mouth off his dick. He whimpered "no" but I started jacking him off instantly and he came all over my hand and his stomach. I laughed, he was breathing heavy and covered his face it turned slightly pink. I smirked and asked "are you good sir?" He smiled, "yeah". He got up and went around the corner to the kitchen, I peaked around the corner and watched him clean his self off and come back with a paper towel, he wiped my hand and kissed me. He threw away the paper towel and we sat back on the couch. He laid in between my legs and would,kiss them often while rubbing them. This feeling again was weird. I grabbed my,phone and looked at time it was 9:23pm. Time to go home, I told him to get up I was leaving I was tired he said "you can go to sleep in my bed. He got up and ushered me back down the stairs, the door next to the bathroom was his room. It was filled with Buddha,alcohol bottles, a bike,books and Japanese art on the wall. I wondered if he was Japanese mixed with something, he was racially ambiguous, my thought was lost when he laid on the bed grbbing my hand to pull me on to it too. He held me by the waist and pulled my lips to his again this time sliding his hand down in between my thighs again, he moved my panties to the side and slid a finger in side I broke the kiss to moan I felt my body arch up, he bit at my nipples through my dress as his fingering became more rigorous, I was getting wetter but also nervous. I pulled his hand from,between my thighs and asked him to stop. He pulled away from me "did I do something wrong?" He looked confused. "No, its not that." I got up from the bed. I was nervous I didnt want to say but he was only guy 4 I'd ever been with I was very shy about sex with partners and tried to figure it out for years since having it but I was most embarrassed about squirting. I looked down while embarrassingly confessing "I don't want to,ruin your bed because I squirt" his face looked blank like he was trying to,process how to react. He got off the bed and hugged. This was weird. He held me, I pulled away and walked towards the door, he grabbed me from,behind and held me." Its ok, thats normal" I felt stupid I wanted to go but he started kissing my neck and his hands pulled up my dress making their way to my breast. I could feel wetness sliding down my legs, he squeezed my breast as one hand slid down my panties from behind and his finger back into my wet pussy I he held my body so tight to his and bend me over towards the bed while fingering me again my body felt like it was shaking while I moaned louder and louder I could hear him starting to moan too. My body felt so hot I felt like my stomach was on fire then, it sound like some let air out a waterbed and my body went numb. I was squirting all over his floor and grubbing his sheets so hard. He slid my panties down and and undid his pants pulling his boxers down faster then any thing I've seen. He slid the tip of his dick inside me, it made my body jump. He moaned "fuck". He held my waist and slid some more in, he was teasing me my body was going crazy "ugh its so wet", my body was shuttering again. He pulled out my breathing was heavy. He held my waist and slid his dick all the way inside me and I felt like I was cumming,instantly. He reached up and grabbed my breast while thrusting and moaning "fuck its so tight", he stopped." I dont want to come yet." I asked in between deep breaths " do you have any condoms?" I looked back at him. He pulled out of me, "no......but ill pull out" he sound half way assuring. I quickly pulled my panties up and slid my dress down. "No thank you, im leaving" the thought of a std or pregnancy gave my mind instant sobriety. I quckly exit the room. He stumbled to pull up his boxers and pants. "Wait" called but I was already back up stairs grabbing my keys and shoes. He caught me at the from door "you dont have to,leave", he begged. "Its late, I have to work in the morning and cant be late for work" he looked disappointed but kiss me on the forehead and on the lips. "Ok ill walk you to your car. He follwed me outside to my car, he held my hand walking me my car. This experience felt so weird. He kissed me again before I got in the car. Then went back inside. I screamed in my mind "ughhhhh I wanted to fuck him,without seeming like a hoe,easy or a slur. Damn double standards for dating. Fuck fuck fuck" I started the car. Put it in drive and drove home. Part1

[fuckthis-and-fuckthat]

The Hotel

Jeffrey dean MorganXreader

A/N- I had this dream and I thought it would be great for a fic. So here it is. It was written on the span of 3 hours at 2 in the morning. It is garbage. Like me.

Summary- You're on a road trip and just happen to stop at a hotel at the wrong time. You weren't expecting it to be under attack or to meet the man of your dreams. 

Warning- murder, blood, cursing. 

A/N- this will most likely be a series. Idk how long. 

@tbhimprobablylost1613

Something was immediately off. You felt it in the air around you. The men in all black with ear pieces in and carrying huge bags. It wasn't right. Looking around the hotel lobby, there were more and more entering through the front doors, and you noticed a few guns placed in their belts. As soon as you saw a man take out a large piece of metal and stuck it through the door handles, you pulled out your phone, dialing 911. Explaining what was going on, you quickly exited through a door, leading down a hallway, shoving your phone deep in your bra. You start to run as fast as you could towards the back exit, hoping to get out, but not such luck. As you make a bealine around a corner, you run into a large man, tumbling down on your ass. "Mph..fuck." looking up, your met with a tall man wrapped in leather and a salt and pepper beard. Looking into those hazel, eyes, your heart leapt to your  throat. "Oh my god." You gently breath out, "You're JDM." Mentally smacking yourself, you rush to your feet and he places his hands on your elbows to help while chuckling. "Yeah, that's me, Darlin'. Whatcha' runnin' for?" Asking as he licks his bottom lip, you quickly remember what's happening. The look of pure horror and panick washes over your face and Jeffrey notices by the way his eyebrows twitch. "I-um..." Y/N, this is not a time for stuttering! Your brain screams at you. Letting your brian take over, you kick away your nerves as best as you can. "The hotel is about to be under attack. The police are on the way. We need to leave now." Obviously a little confused, he blinks a few times, "What?" Rolling your eyes, you sigh angrily, "There's men in the lobby who just blocked the door and have large bags. They have ear pieces and it's fishy. I called the fucking cops and we need to fucking leave before we get stuck in this shit!" Finishing off with no more breath, you grab him by his leather coated arm, pulling him down the hallway. Having no idea what Jeffrey is saying, you almost reach the door before he pulls against you, making you turn around, "Hey, hey!" He yells "I need you to calm the fuck down and explain better!" "Look, man! They have fucking guns and the front door is blocked. We. Need. To. Fucking. Go." Gritting your teeth together you look him dead in the eye, jumping when gun shots and screams rang out. "We need to leave. Now." Your voice was deeper, more serious as you spoke, and recognition appeared on his face Swallowing, he nodded, "Okay. Just stay behind me." Latching onto your hand, he grips it tightly and it takes all the strength in you to not melt in a puddle by how warm and large his hands are. You both reach the door and Jeffery tries pushing it open, but something is holding it in place, "Son of a bitch." His hand tightened slightly around yours as he thought for a moment. "Stay back." He pushes gently on your sromach and you step back. More gun shots are fired, and you jump at the noise. Watching as his leg went up, about to kick the door down, your whimpering voice stopped him. You knew what it was when it pressed to the back of your skull, the cool metal poking your skin. "Jeffrey..." your voice came out weak and scared, a little shakey. The moment he heard your voice, he turned on his heel, now facing you with a gun to your head. "Don't you fuckin' touch her." He growls, eyes becoming darker as each moment passes. "Oh, don't worry, I won't touch a hair on her pretty little head." The man behind you bites back, running a hand down your side, "but that won't stop me from touching other things." His hand goes to your ass and your anger finally kicks in, saying 'fuck you' to fear. Jeffery's body was tence. Chest heaving and hands clenched. He wasn't happy and you knew it, but you looked him in his eyes, gently nodding, letting him know you had it under control. Your eyes roamed over to the wall where a fire alarm was, in a glass box. If you could just get him over there, you could break it and get away. Jeffery seemed to follow your eyes and he gave you a nod, letting you know he was on board with whatever plan you had. You move your body to the right, trying to get out of his grip, which you do a little, managing to only get so far until he pushes you against the wall right beside of the fire alarm. You bite your lip at the force of impact, groaning a little as your head aches. The man cackles out a laugh and both you and Jeffrey grimace. "Bad girl." He smirks, putting the gun into his belt. He now uses both hands to grip your hips and keeping you still. In a matter of seconds, youre taking your thumbs and pushing them into his eyes, pressing as hard as you can and blood trickles down his face. He snatches his hands away to grab at yours, crying out in pain when he grips your wrists. Pulling one hand away, you break the glass with your fist, grabbing whatever piece you can find, clenching it hard. There was only a few places you could actually stab him with the glass and you weren't about to be some stupid bitch in a movie who stabs him in the leg. It wouldn't go in his side because of the thick jacket he was wearing. So the only possible place would be the chest, stomach, or neck. Either way, this dude was going to most likely die. Gripping with all your strength, you slam it into his chest, and the glass slices your palm open wide. Jeffrey is by your side in an instant, pulling him away and pushing him to the ground, kicking him in his face, knocking him out. Jeffery grabs the guys gun, tucking it in the back of his pants. You lean your head back on the wall, sliding down, falling once again on your ass. Your legs are spread in front of you and you don't even care if Jeffrey can see up your short skirt. Your hand is burning intensely and blood is still flowing out of it, so you clench your hand back into a fist. Jeffrey is busy patting the man down, finding another gun and a pocket knife. You take the short moment to take in his form. Mentally laughing about how all the times you read about this exact moment in fan fiction. But you eyes land on his thighs in the black denim, squatted down. He stashed the knife in his boot and slides the gun over to you, still keeping his back turned. You pick it up, giggling at how it was like a scene from a movie. You do the same as him, tucking it in the back of your skirt, happy it was a little too tight around your waist, making the gun fit smoothly. When he turns around, his hazel eyes soften when they land on you. You look down, noticing how blood has now dripped onto your legs, and is probably now everywhere else. You gently smile at him and he smiles back, moving to sit on his knees between your legs. He cupps your cheek in his hand, checking your face for anything. You can't help but smile at him when his thumb brushes a tear that slips down your cheek. He smiles down at and places a kiss on your head. "I never caught your name." He says with the slightest since of humor, handing you a bandanna, wrapping it around your hand. You wince at the pain, but tell him to continue. "It's Y/N Y/L/N. And will you take a picture with me?" You ask, tilting your head to the side, a little laugh coming from your lips. "Why the hell not?" Jeffrey chuckles and you pull your phone free from your bra. "Here. Let me." He takes your phone from you and swipes over to the camera. When he holds it up, you can't help but cringe at your appearance. Blood had splattered on your face, but your makeup was still intact. You both smile as he snaps the picture, handing you back your phone, letting you stuff it back in your bra. "You okay?" He asks, concern clear in his voice, but not pressing too hard. "I mean, I just jabbed a dudes eye balls out and Stabbed him, so, as okay as I'm gonna be." You glance over at his lifeless form, feeling a bit ill ass you now actually take in the fact that there is a dead man infront of you and you're covered in his blood. You knock off the feeling, clearing your throat, "I think we should leave. They'll be coming soon to clear the area." Jeffery helps you up, making sure your steady, keeping a hand on your waist. "I think for right now, i's gonna' be tough, but yah gotta keep them feelin's away, Y/N. I don't fuckin' know what kinda shit we're gonna' have to do." His voice is sincere and rough all at the same time, and it makes your heart melt, but it's not the time for that, but you just nod, mumbling "I know." You know he's right. Who know's what's gonna happen, who know's what you're gonna have to do to survive. You nod your head as you talk in your mind, pushing away your feelings. "Let's do this shit." You grunt, reaching into your skirt, getting your pistol, cocking it. "You know how to shoot?" He asks, pointing at your gun. "I know enough." You shrugg. "Look." Stepping behind you, he wrapps his arms around you, placing your hands where they need to be, "thumb here, pointers here. When you shoot, keep your knees shoulder length apart and elbows locked, like this." He pressed onto your body with his chest, using his foot to kick apart your legs. "There yah go. Keep your thumbs out of the way. Where ever your thumbs are, that's what you're pointin' at." Letting go of you, he squeezes your shoulder. "What's your favorite tv show?" Jeffrey questions, and you giggle at the question. "The Walking Dead." He chuckles as well. "Who's your favorite character?" "Negan." "What would Negan do?" "He'd kick some fucking ass." "Then let's kick some fucking ass." Both of you feeling the electric buzz of adrenaline, you nod at eachother. Jeffrey takes out his gun as well, and you both round a corner. He points to the left and you point to the right. No one to be found, you stand side by side, taking a left turn, heading to the lobby. Reaching it, he holds up his hand to stop you, and he walks closer to the end of the hallway, peeping his head out just a little to see. Turning back around, he reaches you, mumbling a "about 30". Following him, he leads you down the hallway. When you near the elevators, you find a map. "All of the doors are gonna be blocked. We need a different way." You point up at the ceiling to the air vents, "we gotta do it like the movies. Let's John McClane this bitch." Finding a confrence room, there was a vent in the middle of the room, right above the large table. The vent looked to be big ebough that both you and Jeffrey could get in. "I'll hoist yah up." He suggests, helping you on the table, climbing in after you. He holds is hands out for you to stand on them, and he lifts you into the air. You hook your fingers onto the vent and loosen the bults, letting it open, but still being connected. "Higher" pushing you up higher, you stick your arms through the opening, trying to pull yourself up, struggling a little, so Jeffrey gives you a push, and you slide right in. "Alright, come on." Looking back down at him, he jumps, grabbing ahold of the edge, pulling himself up. Sweat had coated his skin and was glistening in the low lighting of the air vents, and you pryed your eyes away from him. You pull the vent back up, putting the bolts back on. "You got a lighter?" Digging into his pocket, he flicks open his zappo, lighting it before handing it over. "I'll go first." Getting onto all fours, he follows after you. You work your way through the vents, until reaching the end and coming to a turn, "left or right?" You ask "Go left." "Okie dokie." Taking a left you go to the end, asking the same question, this time getting a right. Then again, but this time you could see what looked to be sunlight, "we got sun!" You announce, picking up the pace the best you could. When you get to it, you look through, finding that you were at the side of the building, but you could see all of the caution tape and police cars, including swat team and news reporters. "This is our way out. It's a little bit of a jump." Closing his lighter, you hand it back to him. "You gotta go first on this one." Looking over at him and the tight air vent, you don't know how it's possible. But Jeffrey lays dow on his back "Here, crawl over me." He motions to his body, and you can't fight the bubbles in your tummy. "Don't look up my skirt." Straddling his lower legs, your legs don't have enough room to fit between him and the vent wall. "Okay, well um, I have to slide over you. Mah legs don't fit." "Whatever yah gotta do, Doll." He chuckles. There it is! You pratically scream with joy when he says the pet name that you've been waiting for. The one he always says in fanfics. "We ain't got all day." Tapping your thigh with his finger, you clear your throat. "Y-yeah." You pull your skirt up so it's now at the bottom of your ass, not on your thighs, that way you can move them more. You have just enogh room to slide up and starddle his stomach a little, so you do so, leaning foward so your hands are above his head. Looking down at him, he has a smirk pressed on his features, "you owe me a drink." Sliding up a little more, you pick up one of your legs, stretching just enough that you get your leg over his shoulder. Moving the other one, you are now pratically straddling his face and quickly move foward, feeling your cheeks redden. Jeffrey slides foward to where his feet are touching the vent. Leaning up on his hands, be kicks it once, twice, then it falls open. It's a little high jump down, so that's why you made him go first, and he lands pretty good. "Come on, sweetheart. Go feet first. I'll catch yah." Doing as he says, you dangle your legs over the edge, slowly sliding until you slip out, and Jeffrey catches you in his big strong arms. He sits you down on your feet, arms still around your waist, bodies still pressed together, and you can't help but smile brightly at him "we made it." You chirp, batting your eye lashes a little " "That we fucking did. How bout' we go get that pretty little face cleaned up and I grab yah that drink?" Smirking, he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "Sounds good. But we gotto go explain to those cops about what happened and that'll probably take all day. But after that, sure." "Alright, smart ass. Let's go." Chuckling, he keeps an arm around your waist as you walk, "and cute panties by the way." Stupid mid track, you smile and slap his chest, "Jeffrey Dean Morgan! I told you to not look!" "Oh, as if yah care." "Shut up."

[lovewhatyoudodolan]

Ubriaco || Grayson

Request:  hii, i was wondering if i could request an imagine about grayson and y/n who's italian so idk maybe something about her accent could be spoken about? and like she went to the club alone and gets drunk and is like fooling around with it me dudes when grayson arrives and he's jealous so like he scolds her and they fight a little but end up having sex? like some hot shit? idk im just suggesting some random shit lol

Word Count: 622

A/N: THIS REQUEST MADE ME THINK OF FIFTY SHADES WHERE ANNA CALLS CHRISTIAN AND HE STALKS HER PHONE TO FIND WHAT BAR SHE’S AT OH MY GOD

Warnings: There’s like pre smut like fuck I don’t want to write smut it’ll be so bad omfg

MASTERLIST

REQUEST

“Turn the music up louder!” I shout while jumping with my seventh drink in hand. At this point I was warm and the affects of my alcohol were beginning to kick in. “Kristen get your ass over here!” 

My best friend smiled when she found me, pushing through the crowd before wrapping an arm around my waist lightly. Her drink splashing around in her other hand, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere babe. Where did you run off to?”

“I don’t even know,” My accent was heavier than usual due to the alcohol, “Some guy whisked me off as soon as I got here. Been rotation around since.” I chuckle and she shakes her head at me in amusement.

“What is your boyfriend going to think of that?” Her voice was a bit more serious at the mention of Grayson, but I just shake my head.

“We aren’t official,” I shrug and chug the rest of my drink, “Don’t even know if he wants anything with me at this point. Haven’t heard from him all day.”

She stops dancing before her face pales, “Babe uh Grayson’s here somewhere. I saw him and Ethan come in with a few friends earlier.”

I pierce my lips before glancing around the packed club, “I need another drink.”

“Hey don’t you think you’ve had enough?” She tries to stop me, but I just snatch my arm away, “Y/n...”

Something hard stopped me before I could make it to the bar, and when my vision cleared I realized it was none other than Grayson glaring down at me. “What do you think you’ve been doing all night?”

My throat became dry as I stared at the beautiful man in front of me. “I’ve been having fun with my friends.” His muscles contracted in the tight sleeves of his long shirt.

“Looks like you’ve been hanging with more than just your friends baby girl,” Grayson takes a step forward, “I didn’t appreciate watching that one feeling you up.”

A blush formed on my already red cheeks, “It was harmless. We aren’t even together.”

“I don’t go around fucking just anyone y/n,” Grayson barked back making me flinch back, “You’re the only girl in my life. Figured you would be respectful enough to have me be the only guy.”

“Maybe if you’d talk about your feelings I wouldn’t have to make wrong guesses about what you want,” I retort. My confidence increased tenfold due to the liquid courage in my system.

Grayson’s hand grabbed mine as he began dragging me out of the crowd of people. A few cat whistles could be heard, obviously from Ethan and Grayson’s friends. The floppy haired boy slammed my back into the door as soon as both of us were inside the small bathroom. 

“Do you want to show you how I feel,” His eyes were significantly darker as he stared down at me. A hungry look on his face as I sat there speechless; my mind reeling with thoughts on what we could do. “Answer me.”

“Yes daddy,” He blinked at my use of the name before smashing his lips onto mine. My hand slowly raked down Grayson’s side before reaching the button of his tight jeans, popping it open in one try. 

His hips ground into mine once before his large hands wrapped around the back of my thighs to pick me up in one swift motion. Grayson slowly pushed his hips against mine while lightly nibbling on my earlobe, causing a small moan to escape my lips. “God baby, your accent is going to be the death of me. 

“You’re mine,” He groaned while using one hand to push my dress further up my legs, “don’t forget that.”

[extraneousdominomask]

I don't understand the hate for Sly 4. Can you explain why you think the game sucked?

Alright. I’ll give you a summary of the major issues I have with Sly 4, and try to keep it brief. Here’s an itemized list of 30 years of disagreements (Sweet Jesus):

-First off, the first half of the game is fucking incredible. (If that sounds like a weird place to start, that’s only because it is.) The opening recaptures the spirit of the games wonderfully - and given I was a returning fan, fresh off an eight-year hiatus, that was amazing - Japan is beautiful and builds well, and Cotton Mouth Bluff is probably my favourite level in the entire damn franchise.Even leaving aside how I can’t pretend bad installments of my favourite things didn’t happen - that’s just not how my brain works - part of the reason Sly 4 irks me is because it had so much goddamn potential. It’s an updated Sly Cooper game where he and the Gang go on time-adventures. We were so close to something incredible. This should, by rights, be my favourite game in the series, and also of all time.I’m angry because I care.

-Carmelita’s redesign. She was already a very sexualized character, but she used to have sensible jeans and a sense of vaguely realistic athleticism. Sanzaru insisted on pushing the sexualization further, and since we started at a pretty advanced point, it got taken to frankly disgusting levels. Her waist terrifies me. You can see her ribs. The badass Interpol inspector is now worryingly underweight. It legitimately creeps me out.

-I don’t like the caveman level. This is the least analytical gripe, I admit that. I just… don’t like the caveman aesthetic. Never liked the Flintstones or anything similar. That’s just subjective.What’s not subjective is how the Gang ending up in just the right place and time to stumble across another of Le Paradox’s lieutenants is a strong contender for the least likely coincidence in all of fiction. But whatevs. Them improvising an escape while falling down a cliff was cool.

-Likewise, as Cooper ancestors go, Bob is very underwhelming. He’s a big ugly block who reuses the Guru’s joke. Instead of Henriette or Slaigh or anybody else in the Vault or Henriette, we got this guy. Great.

-The Grizz. Unfunny character with an awful boss fight. Complete bungling of what a graffiti is or does or sounds like. Unnervingly racist.

-The Penelope twist. Good god in heaven, what even was that? I mean, I was interested. I gave the game the benefit of the doubt, all ears for what the explanation was. Unfortunately, that explanation never came. We’re still not sure what the hell was going through Penelope’s head. She’s just evil now. A lovable character, funny and endearing and not overly sexualized (which in this series is rare), just… twisted. For no real reason.There’s zero textual information justifying her decisions. Especially because the focus is entirely on Bentley, giving her no room to explain herself. And sure! Bentley’s great, I love him, but I also love Penelope and I also love(d) their in-practice painfully brief relationship. I want Geeks in Love doing Crimes Together, not a half-assed betrayal twist.

-Ms Decibel. Irritating to watch. Retread of both Octavio and the Contessa. Has no reason for having mind control powers. The fact it’s just “ha ha there is a trumpet in her nose” genuinely irritates me. This isn’t hard sci-fi, but it ain’t Looney Tunes either. Try harder.The Joke Is That She Is Fat And Ugly. Ha Ha Ha.

-The Carmelita belly dance. Sweet CHRIST. If I keep coming back to this, it’s because it’s gotten me progressively angrier ever since the first time I played it and felt an uncomfortable churn in my gut.This shit is genuinely disturbing. She is coerced. Why did Sanzaru think this was a good idea? Everybody in the writer’s room signed off on this; anyone who may have wanted to stop it didn’t manage to. Then it got animated and designed and Grey DeLisle was called into the booth to voice how beloved strong-willed icon of my childhood Inspector Carmelita Fox was deeply uncomfortable with this sexual act three men she was close to were forcing her to perform. I don’t find this shit amusing. Kids play these fucking games, man.

-Carmelita’s (lack of) use in general. She gets some good moments when she’s first dragged along, again making Tennessee’s level the best. Then she storms off during Bob’s. Then, after wandering back and calming down? Next to nothing. She’s barely there.Bentley shutting down over Penelope’s betrayal was a perfect opportunity for her to take charge and show off her tactical prowess as an officer. What did we get? “Uh… let’s go with Galleth’s plan, then walk forward through Penelope’s front gate. idk guys” Outside of objectifying her, Sanzaru had no idea what to do with her, and it shows.

-The underwhelming climax. The finale of Sly 2 felt earned. The original three all had great final acts, but I bring up the second because it resembles the fourth. In both, there’s a last-minute upset where everything the Gang has accomplished so far is suddenly snatched away.But Sly 2 built that feeling. From the moment Jean Bison sees through the Gang’s disguises, things get worse and worse. The time they spend in stony silence, hiding in that battery, really creates a sense of encroaching dread. Things are going wrong, but they’re going wrong slowly. And that’s worse.Sly 4 - perhaps due to a dwindling budget - rockets through where that suspense should be. “Le Paradox showed up and stole Carmelita and then his plan worked and he was king of everything and we were sad but we went to fight him anyway.” wow. my emotions. i’m so invested.One of the lines I can particularly remember is “I don’t ever remember feeling so defeated.” Oh, you don’t, Sly? Not when you lost every Clockwerk Part at once? Not when Clockwerk was reassembled and Neyla merged with him? Not when you watched your parents be murdered in front of you?It’s 100% Tell, 0% Show. That’s not how you do a finale.

-Le Paradox. God. Just… god. Obnoxious in a way that isn’t entertaining. An awful, nasty character who does not receive an adequate level of comeuppance for his overblown, overwrought crimes. Rapey. He hates Sly for something Conner did; Sly has no agency here, he’s just a victim, pulled into the story because he’s directly threatened over something he had no part in. That’s bad writing. Bad writing which retreads other, more interesting antagonists.Doesn’t hold a candle to Clockwerk, Arpeggio, Neyla or Dr M. Unlike them, Le Paradox survives his game, which a) feels like too light a punishment if everybody else got a dramatic death and b) creates the worrying prospect they intend to bring him back. Ugh. Would work fine as an insignificant filler villain; instead, has means, power level, and (intended) gravitas outstripping Clockwerk. Total disconnect between his persona and his stupid, childishly powerful plan.Bigger =/= better.Skunks don’t come from France.

And, of course, the grand finale. The last thing to happen to Sly Prime. To this day, four and a half years later, the current state of the original series, and what may well be the overall ending at this point no matter what Sanzaru originally intended long-term. Everybody sing along at home~!

-A terrible cliffhanger ending with no sequel greenlit!

There. That about covers it. For me, anyway. Everybody has their own take.For the record, every box in that brain meme is a genuine opinion of mine. Sly 4 is most certainly a Sly game. It has amazing art and great moments. It brought in a ton of new fans, and kept the franchise going. That can’t be undervalued.But it’s the most flawed installment by a wide, wide margin. Sly 1 was rough, but a lot of that feels like beginner’s jitters. 4′s flaws feel more like huge, enthusiastic strides in the wrong goddamn direction, made by well-meaning people who are super excited to bring the franchise to places I do not want it to go. Like Sexual Objectification Town.

I don’t hate it blindly, but I can’t pretend I love it. I’m not gonna repress my negativity. This is my blog where I talk about Sly Cooper. And when I talk about Sly 4, I won’t skip over its flaws. In the vague hope that maybe, if I explain how and why these things don’t work, there’ll be less of these mistakes in the world. For my own writing, if nothing else. Straightening out my emotions into coherent, rational analysis. Looking toward the future.

…that and because it’s cathartic.

[spntvdhunger]

Crossed wires

Imagine: Dean being angry all the time because he thinks you are into Sam. Full story!

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Pairings: Dean x reader / Sam (mentioned)

Warnings: Not really? Idk maybe a little fluff

Word count: 1673

A/N: As you probabbly already know, I love jealous Dean, so yeah... Also this is the first time I write from  character POV so let me know if you like it or not...

When you met the boys, you instantly had a special connection with Sam. You also were the youngest sibling, but in your case, your older sister died years ago while you were hunting. You spent a lot of time with him, laughing all the time and you even had special jokes that only you could understand.

And Dean… Well, that was different. You enjoyed his company, of course, but you felt completely different around him. With Sam, he was your best friend and you loved him like an older brother, but with the other Winchester… You couldn’t name the feelings you had. And maybe you were too afraid to accept you were falling for him.

Dean’s POV

Since we met Y/N, she had a special thing with Sam. She spent a lot of time with him, always together, always laughing and hell… They even had special jokes I could never get.

And without knowing or having control of it, I started to feel something for her. Of course, she’s beautiful, but she’s also a good damn huntress, she could take down the world if she wanted it and she makes me crazy without knowing it. And I was so jealous, yes, jealous of my own brother.

But how can I get mad at them? Sam needed a good girl for him and Y/N was amazing, unique and beautiful… But I wanted her for me. Shit, I hated myself for thinking that way.

Even Y/N has noticed me staring at them. “What’s wrong ‘grumpy’?” She always asked, making me smile but I never said anything… Sometimes I just invented a stupid excuse and she didn’t really care, so I was safe. And I preferred she thought I was always angry than figuring out I was actually jealous.

I’ve never say something to Sam or her, because if they really wanted to be together, who I was to stop them?

Sam and I were in the kitchen, having dinner when Y/N came out of the blue, dressing a nice short dress… Damn, she looked gorgeous. — Focus, Dean. — I said to myself and I looked at the fridge. “Hey, Sammy do you want to go dancing with me?” She asked. I raised my eyebrow. “Where?” Sam asked her. “In a club, obviously.” “I don’t know Y/N, I’m not in the mood.” She rolled her eyes and then looked at me. “And what about you?” “I don’t do dancing.” I grabbed my bottle of beer and take a sip. “Please? I really want to have a girl’s night out. I don’t have any girlfriends, you are the closest thing I have.” Sam laughed and I shook my head. “Only if you pay the drinks.” My brother finally agreed. “Yes!” She ran to Sam and grabbed his wrist. They didn’t even say me goodbye.

Again, something was pressing my stomach and I frowned my lips. — What am I doing? — I drank all my beer and then stood up, to reach them. I saw them entering to the Impala. Oh, Y/N wearing a cute dress, standing next to my baby, is there a better thing? “Hey, I thought you ‘didn’t do dancing.’” She said, trying to imitate my voice. “I don’t.” I defended myself. “You know who else doesn't do it? That guy.” I pointed to my brother. “If you think I’m losing the opportunity of laughing at him when he falls on the dancing floor, you are crazy.” She smiled and took the keys out of Sam’s hand. “I’m driving!” “Hell no.” I ran to her and snatched her the keys. “I don’t trust you.” She showed me her tongue and then entered to the back seat.

Sam looked at me and rolled his eyes. “What?” I asked him. “Nothing.” He shrugged and entered to the car too.

In just some minutes we arrived at the nightclub, we entered and got a place quite near the dancefloor. I could tell how excited Y/N was to be there, she had a huge smile that made her even prettier. We ordered some drinks and as soon as they arrived, we started to drink. “Okay, giant, let’s dance.” Y/N stood up and pulled Sam with her.

I stayed at my place, drinking while I saw them dancing. My brother was smiling and moving at her rhythm, he was holding her hands, occasionally making her spin. I frowned and stare at my beer. The same feeling was burning inside of me once more. Sam put his hands around her waist and moved with her, not caring about the other people around them.

I decided to look away and my sight caught a blonde girl standing next to the bar. She was the kind of girl I would get just by winking at her, she was the one night stand kind of girl, nothing like Y/N. But maybe that blonde could help me to forget her, or at least distract me for a while. Suddenly I heard Y/N calling me. Sam almost collapsed in the seat next to me. “Is your turn, handsome.” She said and she extended me her hand. “What?” “Or you prefer to go with that blonde?” I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what to say. “C’mon, Dean, dance with me.” She insisted, I looked at my brother and he evaded me. “I’ll buy you some pie tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m doing this for the pie.” She smiled. “And just one song.” “Yes!” I stood up and she pulled me to the dance floor, just like she did with my brother. I stood in front of her, not knowing what to do. She took my hands and moved my arms, moving her hips at the same time. I could see some sweat on her forehead because of the blue light. I’ve seen her in worse conditions, covered in blood, in mud, sweat, and hell she managed to look beautiful no matter what, but this time was different, she was having fun, and laughing with me. I slowly started to move with her, and that made her smile even more, but suddenly the song ended and another started a slow song. I took to steps back, but she grabbed me. “Don’t go.” She put a puppy face. “We didn’t even dance a whole song, please.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know how to dance this.” I knew she would convince me, and she did. “I’ll show you.” She took my hand and led it to her waist. — Now, Dean, control yourself, don’t do anything stupid. — My legs were shaking, we’ve never been that close before. She placed her hands over my shoulders and moved to the sides, making me move with her. My heart rising. She looked up to me and smile again. And I looked her lips, Christ I want to kiss her so badly, taste those lips, bit them… “Dean!” She pulled apart and start laughing. “What? What?” “You stepped over me.” She went back to our table, limping, and making me feel bad for being a bad dancer. We drank a little bit more and then we decided to go back home, the high-volume music was hurting my ears. When we stood up Y/N took Sam’s arm, like always.   Once we arrived at the bunker, Y/N went straight to her room. “Okay, see you tomorrow.” Sam said as a goodbye. “Goodnight.” She smiled back and disappeared into the aisle. “Hey, Sam.” I called my brother, now was time to get things cleared, I’m not taking this anymore. “Yeah?” He looked confused. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure…” “I was seeing you back there with Y/N… And I don’t know… You two are a thing?” He broke into laughs. “Dude, of course not!” “What?” Now I was the confused one. “Y/N is my best friend, man. You know that, how did you think that?” I shrugged. “Well… I have eyes, I’ve seen how you two treat each other.” I came up with the best excuse I could think. “Wait a minute.” He raised an eyebrow. “You like her, don’t you?” “Ah… Me? Pff… No.” I crossed my arms and shook my head. I looked back at my brother and of course, he knew I was lying. “So that’s why you’ve been acting like a weirdo these last months… You thought she liked me.” I was getting annoyed, I wasn’t the type of guy who talked about girls with his brother. “Well, I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks that.” He smiled like he was enjoying seeing me that way. “Dean, she’s like a sister to me. If you like her just go and tell her.” “Good talk, Sammy.” I just wanted to end that embarrassing conversation. I headed to my room, but I bump into Y/N while I was walking. I apologized to her and then went back in my way, but she called me. “Dean…” She murmured. “Yes?” I turned and she approached. “Sorry… But I overheard your conversation with Sam.” My jaw clenched. I’ve never felt more stupid and embarrassed in my life. “Is that true?” “What?” “That you like me.” I sighed. I didn’t want to tell her. I nodded, completely defeated. “I like you too, Dean.” I looked at her. “I think you knew. I was being too obvious.” “I’m a man, Y/N the ‘obvious’ is not that obvious to me.” She laughed. “Yeah, I can see that. I think I have to be direct from now on.” She got closer and place her right hand on my cheek. I didn’t think it twice, I leaned and kissed her. Her arms wrapped my neck and she stood at the tip of her toes, in an attempt of getting closer. God, she tasted good. “Yeah, that direct.” She whispered over my lips. I bent down to take her legs and I carried her in my arms. She laughed and reached to kiss my cheek. “What are you doing?” “I want to show you how much I like you, sweetheart.”

DEAN’S TAGS: @belparsons @hufflepuff4eva @justalwaystired @sisterwinchesterwriter

FOREVER TAGS: @strawberryjuiceboxxx @shut-ur-face-and-get-in-the-car