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[mutable-manifestation]

The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch.22

Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21

Part 22!

***

Jason knows Danny is letting him keep the lead - he’d seen how effortless it had been for the guy to outpace him before - but the ‘race’ is fun, anyway.

It’s less fun when he realizes Danny is giving him a bit of a lead while he is rapidly approaching a location with two complete strangers.

Not that all of his kidnappers hadn’t been relatively polite so far, but if you flip enough coins you’re bound to get tails eventually.

He glides to a stop just before the corner to the dining room doors and looks back to wait for Danny.

“Nervous?” he asks as he slows, (mis)understanding in his eyes. “Don’t be, they’re gonna love you.”

He smiles, wide and reassuring, and wow is the whole ‘this a forcible adoption’ thing is looking more likely. Which: what???

Asking Danny would be incredibly awkward if he’s wrong, and Wulf probably reports everything he does back to the guy so he’s out as well.

He’ll ask Elle or Jazz about it next time he sees them, he decides - he doubts he’ll find a way out of here before then.

Danny waits to let him take the lead, so he eventually floats out from behind the corner to approach the second couple he’s met waiting by the dining room doors.

Both of them share the same white hair and green eyes as Danny and Elle, and both look a year or two older than Danny, but that’s where the similarities stop.

The girl’s - Sam’s - skin is a pale, mint green color.

A lavender dress stretches from the base of her neck to mid-thigh, both ends having a jagged cut that makes him think of the leaves of the tower-tree. The dress sits under a deep black jacket a tad longer than the skirt. Matching black leggings lead to yet more bright lavender in the form of combat boots.

Platform combat boots.

Except the platform appears to be made of spikes.

If not for the fact that everyone seemed to prefer floating - even himself, by this point - Jason would fear for the floor.

The boy - Tucker - is back in normal human skin color territory at a medium brown. If you ignore the glow.

He wears a sky-blue long sleeved shirt and snow-white cargo pants - both trimmed in gold. Jason only knows his hair color from the small bit that peeks out from beneath his hat: a long, black beanie that drapes over either shoulder - also trimmed in gold. Strappy sandals take the place of shoes on his feet - the near polar-opposite of Sam’s footwear.

Both perk up from where they’d been whispering to each other as they catch sight of him and Danny, Tucker waving exuberantly while Sam shakes her head in amusement.

“Hey! You must be Jason,” Tucker smiles, lowering his arm as they float into a more conversational distance, Danny moving to peck Sam on the cheek and wrap the tip of his - ‘Are his legs gone, is that a tail? What?’ Jason mentally screeches - tail around Tucker’s waist.

“Or should I say… Jay-SON.” Tucker winked and made real, actual finger guns at that.

Well. That’s another point for the weird adoption theory.

Sam sighs, eyes rolling - fondly, judging by the contrasting smile.

“Ignore him. He died in the middle of a brain fart and it’s been going ever since.”

‘Died?’ Jason thinks, anxiety shuddering back to life from where it had finally begun settling down.

“Hey!” Tucker yells in mock-offense.

Sam and Danny chuckle.

“Anyway,” Tucker shakes his head, “Nice to meet you. I’m Tucker Phantom. The T ‘Ph,’ the Too Phine, husband to these two solid 10’s, the Ghost King 2: Electric Boogaloo himself.”

He points to Sam and Danny, then ends his little introduction with a dramatic bow. All Jason can focus on is the ‘Ghost King’ bit.

Sam picks up where he leaves off.

“Sam Phantom, Ghost Queen and wife to these two chuckleheads.”

Jason can no longer contain his questions, panic mounting.

“Ghost King & Queen!?” he shrieks, voice hitting a pitch he’d forgotten he could achieve when he was actually 15. “Wait- wait, you said King 2; DANNY is KING ONE!?”

The Tucker and Sam exchange looks before turning to Danny.

“Did you seriously forget to mention that you were High King of the Infinite Realms?” They chorus.

“Ah,” Danny scratches the back of his neck, “I guess so? My bad.”

Sam and Tucker double over cackling.

“Dude,” Tucker says, “How do you forget to mention that?”

“It’s not like it was relevant!” Danny’s cheeks puff out.

“Yeah, no big deal,” Sam teases, “‘Oh yeah, forgot to mention I’m the high king of the afterlife and all the dead bow to me, lolz.’”

“Wait, wait. Wait no,” Jason interrupts, terror lurching in his chest as he processes the lack of denial. “What do you mean dead and. And ghosts, I thought you were fae and- and why do I look like this? Did you KILL ME!?”

He hovers higher into the air - further away - anger and fear and denial and betrayal forming a roiling pit in his stomach.

(I can’t be dead I can’t be dead I’m NOT dead not dead notdeadnotdeadnotdead-)

“WHAT!? NO!” Danny’s reply is immediate, all three staring at him in wide-eyed shock and slowly creeping concern. “You’re a halfa! Like me! I explained this when you were in the healing tube back at the Far Frozen, don’t you remember?”

“NO! I DON’T REMEMBER! I COULDN’T HEAR ANYTHING IN THERE. WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?”

“Man, I forgot how much human hearing sucked,” Tucker blinks.

Sam smacks his shoulder, hissing “Not the time!”

Jason takes heaving breaths, staunchly ignoring the wet sensations on his face in favor of glaring at Danny as he approaches, floating slowly, hands splayed in a gesture of peace.

“Jason, you’re no more dead now than you were when I found you.”

His voice is calm but firm. Factual and gentle at once. Jason can’t help but feel a bit safer.

He hates it.

“I’m sorry to have scared you,” he continues, “I should’ve sat down to talk with you when we first got back, but I let myself get distracted. That’s on me, and I am so, so sorry. But I promise I’ll explain everything-”

“Like I’m supposed to believe a kidnapper,” Jason cuts him off bitterly, resolutely ignoring the honesty he’d gotten so far.

“Wha-kidnapper? I’ve never kidnapped anybody!”

“Right,” Jason scoffs, drifting further away from them, “So I’m not kidnapped and unable to leave. And Wulf is actually my bodyguard and not just more anti-escape measures dressed up as someone who's meant to help me to lure me into a false sense of security.”

Sam stares at him, jaw dropped. Tucker is the same until he breaks the expression to turn to Danny, who also is in a similar state - though more heavily tinged by despair.

“Dude.”

“No,” Danny starts, voice strained, expression mournful, “I am so sorry you thought that, but no. I explained all this when you were in the tube- but you couldn’t- you didn’t hear any of it- I thought you just never said anything because you were shy-”

Danny’s hands move to scrub at the back of his neck as he speaks, eyes distant. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

Jason surreptitiously wipes his face.

“Okay,” Danny breathes out, eyes opening. “Okay. To start with - initially? Yeah, okay, to be fair you were - technically - kidnapped, since I kinda didn’t explain anything before dragging you Frostbite. But ONLY because you needed a doctor pronto if you wanted to stay not-increasingly-dead, especially when you were actively absorbing literal poison with no internal defenses and- and I’m rambling. That’s not the point. The point is, you were - and are - free to leave at any point-”

“Prove it,” Jason demands. “If I’m really free to leave, open a portal to Gotham.”

“I- okay. Alright, just. Here, Tucker has your phone ready - everyone’s numbers are pre-programmed in.”

Tucker pulls a phone out of one of his many pockets and tosses it to Danny. He catches it smoothly and holds it out to Jason, who looks at it suspiciously.

“You can call whenever you want - if you have more questions or just. Want to talk to someone about all this. Or for a portal back if you need or-” he grimaces “-want to visit. It should be able to take almost anything the living world can dish out, so if you’re worried about being tracked or something you can just. Toss it in a lake or something and fish it out whenever you want to use it. I’ll just- I’ll send a text. About…being a halfa. And everything.”

With that, he swipes a hand through the air, opening a portal and floating back to give him some distance.

Jason eyes the phone, then promptly floats by without it.

Danny doesn’t move to stop him.

He sticks his head through the portal.

On the other side is Clairemont St, the same alley Danny had found him in. He takes a moment to look over the dirty brick and rusty fire escape. It was every bit as trash-strewn as he remembered it.

The stars are out, he notes.

He hadn’t paid as much attention before, too eager for home and family and escape, but there must be a time difference between Gotham and Phantom Palace.

Halfway through the portal and no one’s moved to yank him back, even without the phone on him.

He pulls his head back out just in time to hear a harshly whispered “-outside of a damn medical center with an audience, Danny! And yes Frostbite counts as an audience! He’s a stranger to him!”

“I think he knows, Sam,” Tucker winces as he looks between the two.

Apparently they hadn’t noticed his return, Danny having floated back to the ground so that they were all well beneath him and the portal.

“It’s fine, Tuck,” Danny says, visibly drooping. “I deserve it for… for pulling a-” he swallows harshly “-a Vlad.”

He says the name with all the hatred and disdain of a vampire faced with sunlight.

Even Sam looks sympathetic at that.

“Danny-”

“I did Sam! He thought he couldn’t leave! He’s been here for over a week!” He runs a hand roughly through his hair. “And now he distrusts me enough he has to, what, make sure I didn’t open a portal to the middle of a lava lake?”

“I hadn’t considered that, actually,” Jason says, causing the three to jolt and look at him guiltily.

“Ah,” Danny starts, floating up - still so slowly - to be closer to eye-level, once again holding out the phone . “Did you want this after all…?”

He takes a moment to look at Danny appraisingly, then snatches the phone up to dump in one of his many utility pouches before drifting closer to Sam and Tucker - away from the portal.

He stops at a conversational distance, looking back up at Danny - who blinks at him with a look of stark confusion.

“I believe you,” he explains, “For some reason. I’ll want to go back to Gotham later, but right now? I have questions. You have answers.”

“Yes!” Danny jolts to life, waving the portal out of existence to drop down to join them. “Right.”

Jason gestures at the dining room doors, “Might as well do this over dinner - assuming the food will continue its trend of not killing me?”

Danny makes a keening noise and covers his face with both hands.

“No,” comes the muffled answer. He lifts his head. “All of the food you’ve been offered has been and will continue to be perfectly safe for you to eat.”

“Great.”

With that, he leads the way into the dining room.

***

Guys. I figured it out. I cracked the code. Why Jason is so adoptable? It’s in the name. Ja’SON’!!! WAKE UP SHEEPLE (/j)

Anyways.

Miscommunication has finally been identified! Next chapter: Q&A!

Sam has her +10 years jacket that she got in my au a year before she died because that’s the one part of her redesign I really liked. Eyes/hair & colors are inverted because of Danny, but the dress resembles her green undergrowth dress & the shoes have spikes because that whole thing - and her own adoration of plants - also influenced her self-concept/assumptions about what she’d look like dead.

Tucker’s Eyes/hair & colors are inverted also because of Danny, but the gold trim, white pants (which would’ve been red), & longer beanie come from his self-concept being influenced by the whole ‘reincarnation of a pharaoh’ episode/memory.

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[vialaviolenza]

@epitaffia for a plotted starter !

Despite being rather new to the ‘game’ Donatella has proven her strength and brutality—and such was a blatant necessity with wearing the mantle of leadership for a gang known as Violenza. It didn’t start this way, in fact. . .Donatella was eye candy for many years, dedicated to filling the role of the perfect girlfriend that the ex-boss had wanted. To say it was irritating & demeaning would be an understatement, but to achieve her dreams of glamour & gore she’d have to be the personification of a black widow.

After what felt like eons, came an engagement, then the wedding that was small and quaint. . .and at the honeymoon. . .Well, the gangster known as Alejandro Amore vanished without a trace. Despite the parallels between him and her parents vanishing without a trace, not much is questioned simply because she didn’t allow the loss to settle, instead she immediately takes control of Violenza and Alejandro’s finances and helps the collective blossom.

Donatella would start by taking care of the men who tried to make eyes at her behind her late husband's back, those who thought a woman shouldn’t lead, and those who she simply didn’t like. . .afterward she was left with a small collective who shared her vision. After ample groundwork, others came to her and were adopted with strict expectations.

No longer was Violenza filled to the brim with toxic masculinity, instead a like-minded collective of inclusive outcasts filled her ranks. . and those close enough to her were able to kiss her ring ( the very ring adorned with a shard of the gem that changed everything for her). The intensity of her loyalty expectations weren’t lax but the promise of what she could offer kept most from betraying her. . .and for those questioning it, the punishment was proven to be far more horrifying than the majority could even imagine.

With great success came an unquenchable thirst for greed. Luxury cushioned her life, and while it didn’t make Donatella truly happy, it sure didn’t hurt. . .The business she engaged in handled stolen goods, exotic animals, loans, and unfortunately the worst of it, drugs. Once upon a time, she hated the mere concept of drugs until Alejandro introduced them to her—such a tale deals with a lot of anguish. However, after his disappearance, she got clean and adopted the mindset that she was only selling what people were buying. She absolved herself of the tragedy that often accompanied it, her profits enabling her to look away without much care. She wasn't known for her warmth, after all.

Today was a pivotal meeting with someone in the upper echelons of Passione, whether the 'don' or not was uncertain. Nevertheless, she intended to treat it as such, considering the potential alliance a crucial step for Violenza and her own tastes. The chosen café in Passione's territory had been exclusively reserved for the day, with the meeting scheduled for noon and an indefinite ending time. Despite her proficiency in such matters, nerves coursed through her. Passione was the largest collective, and securing their trust and alliance would greatly benefit Violenza.

For the special occasion, she had meticulously chosen a strappy halter cutout plunge gown(crafted by the esteemed luxury brand Romano, this particular piece bore a design created by her mother before her mysterious disappearance), its lower half composed of cascading layers of tulle, creating an ethereal, flowing effect. Her lustrous blond locks were expertly curled and styled in a near-formal updo, held in place by a clip adorned with glistening diamonds. Each of her arms was adorned with bicep-length gloves crafted from the same exquisite tulle material as her dress. Her fingers sparkled with a multitude of rings, a nod to her Italian heritage, and among them, a particularly significant ring. Her necklaces mirrored the style and elegance of the rings, harmonizing with the overall ensemble. Completing the look was a pristine pair of Louis Vuitton's and a white fur jacket, meticulously designed with an artful blend of various animal furs, resulting in a unique and somewhat grotesque face adorning the back.

A vintage Mercedes-Benz S-class pulls up to the cafe, the driver in typical fashion opens it for her and she steps out, a tall man coming to shadow alongside her. However. . .his attire strikes in its oddity—a black bodysuit that covered him from head to toe, overlaid by a formal modern mafioso suit.

A hand extends to her as he guides her inside to meet with the individual from Passione and it doesn’t take long to find him. Anxieties capture her heart, but she shrugs off her jacket, the faceless man taking it from her after he sets down a briefcase on the table, her seat pulled out immediately after. Donatella glances at him, a faint nod to excuse him but he doesn’t stray too far away.

❝⸻Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.❞ glossy nude lips curl slightly, a half-finished cigarette in hand hit as a crutch to maintain her composure, the smoke leaking from her nose as she puts it out into an ashtray. ❝ Milano decided to accompany me because I didn't wish to venture here alone.❞ Milano, standing nearby, remained unobtrusive, his gaze forward, appearing almost statuesque ❝ If you wish for him to step out completely, just say the word. ❞ Amber eyes behind peach lenses look over the pink-haired male, a curiosity stirring from him looking so. . young.

[jazzlrsposts]

Bollywood Stars Shine in Sizzling Outfits: Get Inspired by Manushi Chhillar’s Glamorous Styles

Discover Manushi Chhillar’s latest fashionable looks that stole the show, and learn how to achieve a similar style for your own wardrobe.

Bollywood celebrities never fail to impress us with their impeccable fashion sense at every event they attend. Their sartorial choices leave us in awe, and Manushi Chhillar is no exception. The former Miss World has been setting style goals with her recent appearances, leaving us swooning over her ensembles.

Jaw-Dropping Fashion Ensembles: Manushi’s Pink Ruffle Gown, Festive Red Dress, and Bold Black Cutout Outfit

One of her most eye-catching outfits was a blush pink ruffle gown by designer Surya Sarkar. This strappy, backless dress showcased a plunging neckline and a monochromatic theme, with a same-colored waist belt and a layered flare below. The asymmetrical hemline added an extra dose of style, while her soft curls and minimal rosy makeup completed the look.

Manushi’s Christmas outfit was a festive red full-sleeved dress, complete with cutouts and cape sleeves. She wore delicate jewelry, including a necklace and rings, to accessorize her outfit. Her bold red lip color, subtly-kohled eyes, and shimmering eyelids made for a glamorous makeup look perfect for the holiday season.

Another jaw-dropping ensemble was Manushi’s black semi-sheer number, featuring bold cutout detailing and a plunging neckline. The sleeveless outfit had multiple cutout details on the midriff and torso, adding an edgy vibe to her look. Minimal jewelry, including a few rings and earrings, was paired with bold lip color and metallic glam-up makeup to create a truly bewitching appearance.

Bollywood Fashion Inspiration: How Manushi Chhillar’s Wardrobe Choices Can Elevate Your Style

These Bollywood-inspired outfits prove that Manushi Chhillar knows how to make a fashionable entrance at any event. Whether you’re looking for inspiration for your next event or simply want to admire the stunning styles, Manushi’s wardrobe choices are sure to leave a lasting impression. Embrace your inner Bollywood star by incorporating elements of her looks into your own wardrobe.

Bollywood celebrities like Manushi Chhillar continue to captivate us with their trendsetting outfits and glamorous styles. Stay up-to-date with the latest Bollywood fashion trends and elevate your wardrobe by taking cues from these stunning looks.

[omar252525]

Fashion Inspiration from Influencers and Celebrities

In the ever-evolving world of fashion, influencers and celebrities have become the style icons we look to for inspiration. Their unique ability to mix high-end designer pieces with accessible high street fashion provides a wealth of ideas for creating trendy and wearable looks. Here, we’ll delve into how you can draw fashion inspiration from some of the most stylish influencers and celebrities, and incorporate their signature styles into your own wardrobe.

1. Emulating the Effortless Chic of Meghan Markle

Meghan Markle, the Duchess of Sussex, is renowned for her effortlessly chic and sophisticated style. Known for her love of classic silhouettes and neutral palettes, Meghan’s wardrobe is a masterclass in timeless elegance. To channel her look:

Tailored Coats: Invest in a well-fitted coat in a neutral color like camel, navy, or black. Meghan often pairs hers with sleek trousers or a pencil skirt for a polished look.

Classic Dresses: Opt for simple, knee-length dresses in solid colors. Wrap dresses and A-line styles are both Meghan-approved choices.

Minimalist Accessories: Keep accessories understated. Think delicate jewelry, structured handbags, and elegant pumps.

2. Bold and Edgy with Rihanna

Rihanna is a fashion risk-taker, known for her bold and edgy style. She effortlessly blends streetwear with high fashion, creating looks that are both daring and trendsetting. To infuse some of Rihanna’s boldness into your wardrobe:

Statement Pieces: Look for items that stand out, such as oversized jackets, bold prints, and unique textures. Don’t be afraid to mix and match different styles.

Confidence in Casual Wear: Rihanna often makes casual pieces like hoodies and sneakers look glamorous. Pair casual items with high-fashion accessories to elevate the look.

Accessorize with Attitude: Big hoop earrings, chunky necklaces, and statement sunglasses are staples in Rihanna’s accessory collection.

3. Sophisticated Glamour with Blake Lively

Blake Lively’s style is synonymous with sophisticated glamour. She is known for her love of vibrant colors, luxurious fabrics, and impeccably styled hair and makeup. To capture Blake’s glamorous vibe:

Color and Prints: Don’t shy away from bold colors and eye-catching prints. Blake often wears bright, statement-making dresses and suits.

Tailored Pieces: Well-tailored blazers, trousers, and dresses are key to Blake’s polished look. Fit is everything, so make sure your pieces are perfectly tailored to your body.

Glamorous Accessories: Complete your look with glamorous accessories like statement earrings, high heels, and chic clutches.

4. Boho-Chic with Vanessa Hudgens

Vanessa Hudgens is the queen of boho-chic, effortlessly blending bohemian elements with modern trends. Her style is laid-back yet stylish, making it perfect for everyday wear. To achieve Vanessa’s boho-chic look:

Flowy Dresses and Skirts: Opt for flowy maxi dresses and skirts in floral or paisley prints. Look for pieces with interesting details like lace or embroidery.

Layered Accessories: Layered necklaces, stacked bracelets, and floppy hats are essential for a boho look. Mix and match different textures and styles.

Casual Footwear: Vanessa often pairs her boho outfits with casual footwear like ankle boots or strappy sandals for a relaxed vibe.

5. Modern Minimalism with Victoria Beckham

Victoria Beckham’s style is the epitome of modern minimalism. Her wardrobe consists of clean lines, structured silhouettes, and a monochromatic color palette. To incorporate Victoria’s minimalist style:

Monochrome Outfits: Create chic looks by sticking to one color or varying shades of the same color. Black, white, and neutral tones are key.

Structured Silhouettes: Look for clothing with clean, structured lines. Tailored blazers, high-waisted trousers, and fitted dresses are staples.

Simple yet Elegant Accessories: Keep accessories minimal. Choose classic pieces like a leather handbag, simple studs, and sleek sunglasses.

Tips for Incorporating Celebrity Style

Adapt to Your Own Style: While it’s great to draw inspiration from celebrities, make sure to adapt their style to fit your own personal taste and body type.

Mix High and Low: Just like influencers and celebrities, don’t be afraid to mix high-end designer pieces with more affordable items.

Stay True to Yourself: The most important aspect of fashion is feeling comfortable and confident in what you’re wearing. Choose pieces that make you feel your best.

By taking cues from your favorite influencers and celebrities, you can create a wardrobe that’s both fashionable and uniquely yours. Remember, fashion is all about expression and creativity, so have fun experimenting with different styles and trends

[thekina]

Elegant Extravagance: Exploring the Allure of Party Wear Long Dresses

In the realm of fashion, few pieces evoke the sense of timeless elegance and sophistication as much as a well-crafted long dress. Whether it’s a glamorous evening affair, a chic cocktail party, or a formal gala event, long dresses have always been the epitome of feminine grace and style. Among these, party wear long dresses stand out for their ability to seamlessly blend glamour with comfort, making them a wardrobe essential for every fashion-forward woman.

Versatility Personified

One of the most appealing aspects of party wear long dresses is their versatility. From flowy silhouettes to form-fitting designs, these dresses come in a myriad of styles to suit different preferences and body types. Whether you prefer a classic A-line gown, a sleek mermaid silhouette, or a trendy high-low hemline, there’s a long dress to match every taste and occasion.

Unleashing Your Inner Diva

Party wear long dresses are designed to make a statement, and they excel in bringing out the inner diva in every woman. Embellishments such as sequins, beads, and crystals add a touch of sparkle and glamour, while intricate embroidery and lace detailing lend an air of sophistication. Bold colors and vibrant prints make a striking impression, allowing you to stand out from the crowd and exude confidence with every step.

Comfort Meets Style

Despite their show-stopping appeal, party wear long dresses prioritize comfort without compromising on style. Soft, luxurious fabrics such as chiffon, silk, and satin drape effortlessly over the body, providing comfort and ease of movement throughout the evening. Breathable materials and thoughtful design elements ensure that you not only look fabulous but also feel comfortable and at ease, allowing you to enjoy the festivities without any wardrobe-related worries.

Making a Statement

Whether you’re attending a black-tie event, a glamorous soiree, or a festive celebration, a well-chosen party wear long dress is guaranteed to make a statement. Opt for a floor-length gown with a plunging neckline for a dramatic effect, or choose a sleek, off-the-shoulder number for a touch of understated elegance. Accessorize with statement jewelry, a chic clutch, and a pair of killer heels to complete the look and leave a lasting impression wherever you go.

The Perfect Ensemble

Pairing a party wear long dress with the right accessories is key to achieving a polished and cohesive look. Opt for delicate strappy heels or embellished sandals to complement the dress without overpowering it. Keep jewelry minimal and let the dress take center stage, opting for a statement necklace or a pair of chandelier earrings to add a touch of glamour. Complete the ensemble with a sleek clutch or a metallic clutch for a touch of sophistication.

Conclusion

In the world of fashion, few garments exude the same level of allure and elegance as party wear long dresses. From their versatility and comfort to their ability to make a bold statement, these dresses are a must-have for every woman’s wardrobe. Whether you’re attending a glamorous gala or a chic cocktail party, a well-chosen long dress is sure to turn heads and make you feel like the belle of the ball. So, embrace your inner diva, slip into your favorite long dress, and get ready to dazzle and delight at your next soirée.

[welligogsclothing]

A GUIDE ON SANDAL AND ESPADRILLES STYLING IN UK SUMMER

When it comes to summer fashion in the UK, sandals are a must-have item. Welligogs sandals and espadrilles provide comfort, breathability, and style, making them the perfect British footwear choice for the warmer months. Whether you’re heading to the beach, attending a summer festival, or simply enjoying a stroll, this guide will help you step out in style.

So, let’s dive in and discover the perfect sandals and espadrilles for your summer adventures!

Choose Sandals That Suit Your Foot Shape

Just like any other footwear, it’s important to choose sandals that flatter your foot shape. If you have wider feet, opt for sandals with adjustable straps or those with a wider width option. For narrower feet, look for styles that provide a more secure fit.

Additionally, consider the arch support and cushioning provided by the sandals to ensure maximum comfort. Taking your foot shape into account will not only enhance your comfort but also ensure a more flattering look.

Embrace Versatile Neutral Tones

Neutral-coloured sandals are a wardrobe staple for the UK summer. They effortlessly complement a wide range of outfits and can be dressed up or down depending on the occasion. Shades like tan, nude, beige, and white are versatile and timeless, making them easy to pair with various clothing items. A pair of neutral sandals will give you endless styling possibilities and ensure that you’re always fashion-forward.

Play with Bold and Vibrant Colours

While neutrals are classic, don’t be afraid to add a pop of colour to your summer outfits with vibrant sandals. Opt for bold shades like pink, yellow, or turquoise to inject energy and personality into your look. Pair colourful sandals with neutral or monochromatic outfits to let them stand out as the focal point. Experimenting with bright colours is a fun way to express your style and create eye-catching ensembles.

Consider the Occasion and Outfit

When styling sandals, consider the occasion and the outfit you’ll be wearing. For casual outings or beach days, flip-flops or simple strappy sandals are appropriate. If you’re attending a more formal event, opt for dressier sandals with a heel.

Pay Attention to Proportions

Proportions play a crucial role in creating a well-balanced and visually appealing outfit. When wearing sandals, consider the length of your clothing items. For example, if you’re wearing a maxi dress or skirt, opt for sandals with a slight heel to maintain the right proportions.

Flat sandals work well with shorter hemlines, such as shorts or above-the-knee dresses. By paying attention to proportions, you’ll achieve a more polished and put-together look.

Experiment with Different Textures

To add depth and visual interest to your outfit, experiment with sandals featuring different textures. Look for options with suede or animal hair. These subtle details can elevate a simple outfit and make your sandals the focal point of your look. Mixing textures adds dimension and creates a visually appealing ensemble.

Coordinate Accessories with Your Sandals

Complete your sandal styling by coordinating your accessories with your chosen pair. If you’re wearing metallic-accented sandals, opt for jewellery in the same metal tones to create a cohesive look. For neutral sandals, you can play with colourful accessories to add a touch of personality.

Consider matching your handbag or clutch to your sandals to tie the whole outfit together. Coordinating accessories with your sandals adds a polished and intentional touch to your overall look.

Don’t Forget About Comfort

While style is important, never compromise on comfort when it comes to sandals. Look for options with cushioned footbeds, arch support, and adjustable straps. Taking care of your feet will ensure that you can enjoy the summer season to the fullest without any discomfort or pain. With numerous brands prioritizing both style and comfort, you can find sandals that offer the best of both worlds.

Confidence is Key

Above all, remember that confidence is the key to pulling off any outfit. No matter which sandal style you choose or how you decide to style them, wear them with confidence and embrace your unique fashion sense. When you feel good in what you’re wearing, it radiates from within and enhances your overall look. Own your style choices and walk with confidence in your sandals all summer long!

With these fashion footwear sandal styling tips, you’re ready to conquer the UK summer in style. Embrace versatility, play with proportions, and coordinate your accessories for a cohesive and fashionable look. With the right pair of sandals and a sprinkle of creativity, you’ll be turning heads and making a fashion statement wherever you go this summer.

Why Welligogs Sandals and Espadrilles are Perfect for UK Summer Style?

Breathability and Comfort:

One of the main reasons sandals and espadrilles are perfect for UK summer style is their breathability and comfort. The open design of sandals allows air to circulate freely, keeping your feet cool and preventing them from sweating excessively.

This is especially important during the hot and humid summer months in the UK. Welligogs espadrilles, with their lightweight canvas or fabric uppers, provide similar breathability and allow your feet to breathe, ensuring all-day comfort.

Continue reading: SANDAL AND ESPADRILLES

[whatdoesthathavetodowiththis]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: TROTTERS Womens Abigail Gold/Silver Metallic Slingback Sandal Gold Stud 7 Narrow.

[stylexshweta]

Vacation Outfit Styles For This Summer

Beach outfits that are a little dressier are ideal for beach dates or beach events like a concert or evening cocktail party. Casual beach outfits are for those days when you want to go to the beach but don't want to get in the water because you're admiring it from afar. You could enjoy a good book or just hang out with friends. Then there are those cute beach outfits you would wear on California beaches as you stroll down the boardwalk in Santa Monica or Venice Beach.

Read on for beachwear inspiration and styling tips so you know what to wear next time you go to the beach.

1. SIMPLE SUMMER OUTFIT

What is easier and more elegant than wearing a beautiful printed dress in summer? This is a great example of a simple beachy summer outfit, with the vivid blue reminiscent of the sea and sky. I combined a blue print dress with blue wedge sandals, a fedora, and a light denim jacket. 

Related: Achieve Y2K Fashion Aesthetic 2023 with these Trendy Pieces

2. BOHO BEACH OUTFIT

Nothing beats a bikini for your time in the sun, but if you want to add some pizzazz and make it more bohemian, add a floaty floral beach dress, beaded accessories and a hat. The floral embroidery matches the floral pattern on the bedspread and helps create a cohesive beachy look.

3. SUMMER DATE OUTFIT

Is a romantic summer date coming up? Or are you planning a nice date with your partner on vacation? That calls for a summery date outfit! Just to be sure, this beach outfit should be a little dressy, cute, and flirty. For this summer date outfit, I wore a strapless dress, cute strappy sandals, a fringed bucket bag, and a hat. This is an outfit I wore to the Riviera Maya on our vacation in Mexico.

4. CUTE HOLIDAY OUTFIT

I love this beach outfit for the variety of shades of blue and fun prints. If you haven't figured it out yet, you will that my favorite color is blue and it's also one of my favorite colors to wear to the beach. The two different patterns go very well together as they are in the same color scheme.

For the exact outfit style combo, read HERE: 6 Latest Beach Vacation Outfits You Won't Regret!Visit my website for more fashion inspiration tips and follow me on Instagram @stylexshweta.

[hockeyshmockey]

Lewis Hamiltion

summary: lewis surprises his girlfriend at her fashion show

warnings: this is a reader insert! the reader does work as a model, but pretty sure there are no mentions of body type, or other defining characteristics :)

You woke up slowly, soft light filtering into the hotel room you were residing in while in Paris. This week was the infamous Paris fashion week. As you laid there, you reminisced on your past years here for the same shows. 

You had been fortunate enough to walk for Saint Laurent, Louis Vuitton, Stella McCartney and other designers for the past 5 seasons. This year, you had been invited back for those designers, as well as some new ones. 

The biggest surprise had been when you had gone in for your final fitting for all of your pieces for Stella McCartney, the woman herself has been there. That meeting had ended with you being asked to open and close the Paris show this year. You had of course shed a few tears, most of them coming when you had called your boyfriend and parents. 

“Babe!” Lewis had yelled over face time from the Mercedes factory. “That is amazing! I am so proud of you!”

You and Lewis had actually met at a fashion week, but New York two years prior. You had both been at an after party, and Lewis had accidentally spilled his drink on you. After he had grabbed you towels, the two of you had sat and talked for hours, ending up going on your first date that week. 

“Thank you Lew,” you smiled through your tears. “It’s all just surreal.”

As soon as you had put down the phone, Lewis had gone to check his schedule, frowning when he saw fashion week fell very close to that season’s testing. He had unfortunately had to let you know he wouldn’t be able to make it there to watch you walk.

Now, you felt a little down realizing your bed was empty on the day of one of your biggest achievements to date. Your parents had made their way to France, and you knew you would have some friends in the crowd, but Lewis and even Angela and Roscoe’s presence was missing. 

A knock on the door got you out of bed. You were filming with Vogue today, documenting a day in your life but also your first opening. They would definitely be getting the authentic experience you thought as you went to the door in your fluffy dressing gown and your eye mask on your head. 

Putting on a soft smile you opened the door to the cameras. “Hi Vogue, come on in.” The cameraman and one producer followed you into the room. “Welcome to a day in my life, Paris Fashion week edition!” You sat down on the arm chair by the window. 

“So first thing, I’ve woken up, going to order some breakfast and coffee before I go to do my skin care. This week is a lot on our skin, so it’s important to really take care of it.”

The camera’s followed you to eat, get ready, and then out to your car to head to the venue for the afternoon. You had kept your outfit pretty casual, a silk slip dress and strappy sandals. You spent the time in the car answering some questions for the video before you arrived and headed straight into hair and makeup. 

They videoed you getting ready to a certain extent, before you unfortunately had to send them away as things got busier. Before the show you chatted with the other models, and Stella and the rest of the design team. As the front of the house started getting busier with people arriving, you began to get dressed. 

It would’ve been around half an hour but seemed like a minute until you were lined up behind the wall to start the show. The stage manager held out a hand as the music started, counting you down before you began your walk. The lights were blinding as always, but quickly enough your vision was back. 

You saw a lot of familiar faces as you scanned the crowd, eventually looking to where your parents were seated. You smiled with your eyes as you saw your mom with her phone up taking photos, and your dad clapping. You had to really work on your face when you glimpsed the blonde sitting next to your mother. 

Carmen smiled at you brightly as she clapped. You knew Lewis had a hand in this. If he couldn’t be here, he would’ve wanted to be there some how. And his mother sitting with your family did just that. 

You were able to have your game face back on for the rest of the show, absolutely beaming as you joined Stella for the final walk. As you headed backstage with the other girls, you were prepared to see your parents and Carmen. What you weren’t prepared to see was Lewis with a humungous bouquet of Lillies, Roscoe at his feet (he would never tell you how he got Roscoe in) and your parents by his side. 

“Shut up,” you scoffed, tears popping up as you grinned and walked towards him in a sleek black outfit. “I can’t believe you.”

“You know I wouldn’t want to be any where else,” he met you in the middle, wrapping his arms around you in a light hug. He buried his head in your hair for a moment before pulling back to press a light kiss to your forehead and then your lips. 

“Let me get changed, so I don’t need to worry about this,” you gestured down to your outfit, smiling to your parents before running to the changing area to get into your sweat suit. You hurried back, immediately wrapping your parents and Carmen in tight hugs.

“Hi darling,” you cooed, leaning over to Roscoe who had been panting for attention. “Who is my good boy?” you rubbed his belly, the group laughing at you. They knew you treated Roscoe like he was your child so this was no surprise. 

The group of you quickly decided to head back to the hotel you were staying in, of course Lewis having arranged for everyone else to stay in the same one. After a brief time to chat and hang out, Lewis revealed he had booked dinner at a nice restaurant near the Eiffel tower. None of you were surprised, and got ready quickly before hopping in a car to head there. 

You were sat by a gorgeous balcony with views of the tower as you ate an amazing meal of all of your favorite French foods. After you had eaten, you sipped on your wine, looking around at the most important people in your life all glowing with the aura of good food and good company. 

“Look honey, there’s fireworks!” Lewis stood and grabbed your hand, leading you to the balcony where there were in fact fireworks shooting off over the Eiffel tower.

“God this is beautiful,” you sighed as you leaned against the balcony railing, watching the lights from the fireworks reflect off of the tower. 

“Not as beautiful as you,” you could hear Lewis’ smile in his voice as you rolled your eyes, turning around only to see your boyfriend down on one knee.

“Shut up,” you gasped, hands coming up to cover your mouth as you caught a glimpse of your parents and a photographer standing in the balcony door way. 

“My love,” Lewis’ eyes sparkled as he looked up at you. “You have given my life meaning outside of racing, something I never thought I could have. I know you are more than I deserve, but I would really love to spend the rest of our lives making our life beautiful together. Will you please marry me?”

You didn’t even have to give him a response, falling to your knees and wrapping your arms around him to give him a kiss, nodding through your tears.

[romione-trope-fest]

A Weight Off My Chest

Of course, @edie-k nails this second kiss!

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Title: A Weight Off My Chest

Author: Edie K.

Trope: Second Kiss

Rating: Teen for language and innuendo

Summary: A strappy vest forces Ron to have a difficult conversation.

Word Count: 2050

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Ron exited the bathroom, footsteps careful and light. At this time of the night, everyone in the Burrow should be sound asleep. But Ron knew as well as anyone how hard it was to achieve that peace these days and didn’t want to be the one to disrupt it.

He spotted Ginny’s closed bedroom door and grimaced. Part of him wanted to crack the door and poke at his sister, but in the end he was too worried about what he would find. And really, they were doing him a favor.

After nearly losing both Harry and Hermione in the last two months, Ron’s selfish preference was to have them by his side at all times. But some things needed more leniency–that’s why Harry was in there with Ginny, and not Hermione.

On the first night back at the Burrow, he could see how uncomfortable it made Harry to share his room while Hermione slept in Ron’s bed. And Ginny had been shirty about sleeping in her room alone. So the next morning, Ron stuttered out a barely coherent request to Hermione, asking if she could fix the situation. She seemed to understand (though she gave him an amused look), and patted his chest, promising to talk to Harry.

He tiptoed up the stairs to his attic bedroom and the temperature climbed higher with each step. It was stuffy and warm, even for early May.

The benefit of the heat was that like him, Hermione ended up sleeping in vests and shorts. He couldn’t deny the thrill he got from her smooth legs brushing up against him in the night. Ron shook the thought away. Going down that path would not lead to him resuming sleep.

He entered his room, softly closing the door behind him. The room was much cooler than the stairway, thanks to Hermione’s brilliant spell work. He gently pulled back the light bed covers to slide in next to a sleeping Hermione and was greeted by—

Her bare left tit.

Immediately Ron whirled around and tried to push the image out of his mind but it was hopeless. Even though it had been mere nanoseconds, her naked breast with its skin paler than the rest of her and rosy pink tip was burned into his brain forever.

The tit in question must have somehow worked its way out of the strappy vest Hermione had gone to sleep wearing and was now laying near his pillow.

On the one hand, this was a dream come true. Literally. There were many, many dreams featuring Hermione’s bare tits and the reality was better than any of them.

On the other hand, all of those dreams had involved her awake and actively participating in the reveal of her tits. In this way, the reality was much worse.

And to top it off, he had no idea if she wanted him to see her tits.

Yes, she had kissed him in the heat of the battle but in the week that passed, there had been nothing.

Okay, not nothing— they were sharing a bed. She also let him hold her hand, hugged him, and sat close to him whenever possible. But there was no more kissing.

She was waiting on him. The night before Fred’s funeral, they had been sitting together on the dock, kicking their bare feet in the grimy pond water. She lightly ran her fingers over his hand and said, “I know that all of this is a lot for you right now. It is for me as well. I just want you to know that when you’re ready to talk about it, I am too.”

Deep down, he knew she had to be interested in something more than friendship. She wouldn’t have said it that way or act how she was if she didn’t want something more. But how much more?

He was in love with her. He had known since that dark, rainy night he left her. Did she feel the same, or was it more for convenience? It was plausible, especially now that Harry and Ginny were paired up again. Or had she kissed him in the heat of the battle and then decided that snogging might be a fun way to spend the summer?

What was she ready to talk about? It was all pretty terrifying.

Regardless, he doubted she wanted him to gawk at her bare tit while she slept. He needed to think through his options.

Option 1: He could get up for the day. Except it was currently 3:30 in the morning. He was exhausted and had just worked hard to not wake his family so that seemed like a bad idea.

Option 2: He could sleep on Harry’s old cot. If he did that and Hermione woke before him, she would ask questions. Or worse, realize he had seen her tit. Nope, no, not going to work.

Option 3: He could carefully climb back into bed and go to sleep so Hermione would never realize he had gotten up. This seemed like the best plan on parchment except for the significant flaw that he could not sleep in a bed with Hermione’s bare tit.

As he was contemplating his choices, he heard sudden shifting. He turned around to see Hermione roll on her other side, now facing away from him slightly, exposed tit up. He glanced away.

Okay. New option. Get into bed carefully, facing away from Hermione. Nudge her in the back as fast as he can and feign sleep before she wakes up completely. Then she can fix herself, never knowing he’d seen her tit. This seemed to be the only way to get a complete night’s rest while not destroying his opportunity to get a second kiss in the future.

He crept to the bed and while holding his breath, he lowered himself to the bed as gently as possible. Then he swung up one leg and paused before pulling up the second. He carefully laid back on his pillow.

No movement detected.

Acting with more caution than he had at any point in his life, he shifted onto his side, turning himself completely away from Hermione. He tried to put as much space between the two of them as he could. Unfortunately, that left him balanced uncomfortably close to the edge of the mattress.

Once situated, he waited a full minute to calm himself enough that he could pull off fake sleep. Taking a steadying breath, he reached blindly backward to poke her in the back.

But instead, his hand came in contact with the smooth and soft skin of her bare tit.

“Fuck!” He yanked his hand back so quickly that he threw off his balance and fell right off the bed, bashing his shoulder on the nightstand.

“Ron! What happened?” Hermione was now sitting straight up in bed, wand in hand.

“I’m fine,” he muttered from the floor. She peered over the side of the bed to look at him. And unfortunately, she was still completely unaware she was half exposed.

“Did you have a nightmare?” she asked, leaning forward to offer him her hand.

Ron closed his eyes. The movement was too much. He had no choice. “Uh, Hermione, you might want to adjust your shirt.”

In his mind, he could picture her glancing down. The thought was validated when he heard her let out an embarrassed squeak.

Ron picked himself up off the floor and sat down on the bed next to Hermione. He hazarded a look at her and wondered if his face was as red as hers.

“ ‘m sorry,” Ron mumbled.

“Sorry for what?”

“For-for groping you. It was an accident, really!”

“WHAT? When did you grope me?”

“Just now! That’s what woke you up!”

A confused look crossed her face. “You falling on the floor is what woke me.”

Ron shook his head. “I only fell because I was groping you in order to wake you up. Accidentally.”

Hermione stared at him, her expression unreadable.

“I’m sorry! I came back from the bathroom and your— uh, your shirt. It was wonky. And I panicked but then you moved so I came up with a plan to get in bed back to back with you and sort of nudge you awake so you’d shove your, uh, I mean, it back in but I missed your back and poked you in the… But it was an accident. And then I fell off the bed. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh,” Hermione replied, her voice quiet.

“Please, don’t be mad. Or don’t be mad for long. I really didn’t mean anything by it.”

To his shock, she gave him a little smile. “Ron, it’s okay. We’re sharing this small bed. There’s bound to be unintentional contact.”

“I just don’t want you to think I don’t respect you or something. Here I am grabbing at you when we haven’t even…”

“Haven’t even what?”

Damn it. “Uh, talked.”

“Talked?”

“About stuff. Like you said before Fred’s funeral.”

“Oh.”

The silence in the room was even more stifling than the humidity outside of it.

“So you envisioned that after we talked about-about things between us that you would be able to-to touch me there?”

Now Ron couldn’t help but stare at her. He would have expected those words to be delivered in an angry and indignant tone–and rightfully so. Instead her voice was timid and dare he say, hopeful.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “No, or at least not right after. Are you saying you would want me to-to do that?”

She finally met his eyes. “I kissed you, didn’t I?”

“Yes but I wasn’t sure what it meant to you.”

“Ron.”

It was just that. His name. The moment the word was out of her mouth, he felt like an idiot for ever thinking she felt anything other than the same way he did. Something between them could never–would never–be something they did for convenience or distraction. It was real.

“I love you,” Hermione said softly.

“I know,” answered Ron.

At that response, Hermione’s eyes widened slightly and she let out a nervous giggle.

“Shit. I mean, I love you too. Sorry.”

Hermione's laughter continued but her eyes now looked slightly shiny. “It’s okay. It’s just from— never mind.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Ron grinned before cupping her face with one hand and leaning in to capture her lips. Without the destruction and terror of battle looming, he allowed himself to take the moment in fully. Hermione responded with an eagerness that he hadn’t expected but realized that he should have. As she pressed herself close to him, he wound his free arm around her back, trying to pour out all of the things that he had failed to say to her in his actions. After a few moments, they pulled apart.

“Wow,” Ron said, still feeling overwhelmed by what had transpired.

“Yes,” agreed Hermione. And then she yawned. Ron couldn’t stop his face from falling. “Oh, no, it’s not that! The kiss was amazing. It’s just that… even with everything going on, this being unresolved between us is what’s been keeping me up at night. Especially when we’ve been sharing a bed. Now that I know it’s real, I can finally relax. We have all the time in the world now.”

The idea of sleeping in bed with the woman he loved and had kissed for the second time wasn’t particularly relaxing to him but he nodded and laid back on the bed, gesturing for her to cuddle next to him. She rest her head on his chest and he wrapped an arm around her.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. I love you,” Ron replied, eager to say it first this time.

“I love you too.”

Ron closed his eyes. To his surprise, he felt himself drift off almost immediately. He really shouldn’t be shocked— Hermione knew everything.

“Ron?”

“Yeah?” he mumbled, sleep just within his reach.

“Just… the next time you uh, touch me there? Make sure I’m awake to enjoy it, okay?”

Ron’s eyes flew open. Shit.

[haro-ra]

Day 2 of @scrapyard-princess 's sexy Entrapta week! Space 🌌

Adora was in the yard with Swift Wind (bad location anyway, no coverage, no privacy) and Mermista was in the bathroom and Sea Hawk was in the upper halls practicing his shanties with the cool acoustics and Glimmer was in the enclave practicing magic with Castaspella and Double Trouble was in the spare room and Perfuma was in the other spare room and Catra was in the kitchen and Hordak and Wrong Hordak were in the dining hall and Bow was in Entrapta’s makeshift workshop and Micah was in the foyer and Spinerella and Netossa were having their own private moment near the runestone and to top it all off, Frosta was wandering the halls!

There was nowhere in all of Brightmoon that Entrapta was going to find an ounce of privacy, much less enough for two.

But!

But.

Darla was unoccupied. She wouldn’t stay that way if someone saw Entrapa and Scorpia squirrel away inside her and they left her on the ground. But Darla was space-flight capable. And there was no one to bother them out there in the crushing void of space! Entrapta could even turn off her comms, just for a quick bit. Or a long bit.

It had been a hot fucking minute since she and Scorpia had had a moment alone when they weren’t 1. busy with other things or 2. under imminent threat of death. Lot of imminent threat of death around here. It made for lots of opportunities to expand her data collection! It also put a damper on the general sexual capacity of everyone involved.

But now the world was saved and balance restored and blah blah blah and Scorpia was wearing that pretty new high-low dress she’d had commissioned now that she wasn’t stuck with military leotards anymore, and she was wearing the strappy knee-high sandal lookin’ things that Entrapta didn’t know the word for and the flowing fabric flared around her ankles and her thighs as she walked (or, well, was eagerly ushered) into Darla.

“Oooo, been a while since I’ve seen this ol’ thing. You showing off old first one’s tech to me?” Scorpia happily prattled as Entrapta’s fingers flew over the keys. The door shut and her beautiful, beautiful girl whirred to life, engines engaging.

“No! Well, yes! Maybe! Later though. First—” Entrapta threw a quick aside, “Darla take us into orbit and hold us there—First! I was thinking you and I could get a liiiiiittle time to ourselves. Out in space. Alone.”

“Oh. Oooooooooooh. Oh~” Scorpia grinned. “Is that what this is all about?”

Scorpia’s pedipalps caressed Entrapta’s sleeveless, turtleneck dress with the strategic hole over her cleavage. It was a bright teal with purple borders and bugs embroidered along said borders. Entrapta liked how it flared out from her hips and gave her an upside-down teacup look about her legs, knee-high socks on display beneath. Scorpia seemed to appreciate the boob window, right that moment.

“It is!” Entrapta confirmed happily, hopping up on her hair and using her (ungloved, weird) hands to slide over Scorpia’s pretty pretty hips. She smiled up at her lover, and was rewarded with a smoldering smile back.

“Holding pattern achieved. Will remain until further instruction.”

“Thanks Darla!” both Scopia and Entrapta chorused. It was one of the things that endeared Scorpia to her so much. That even if Scorpia probably didn’t entirely see the bots as people the same way Entrapta did, she could at least understand the sentiment, and was always polite to Entrapta’s tech. 

“Well, now that it’s just us,” Scorpia intoned, carding a pedipalp delicately through Entrapta’s hair and the other brushing beneath her jaw.

“Now that it’s just us,” Entrapta echoed with a satisfied smirk. 

Scorpia’s mouth was hot against hers, her body strong and firm beneath her hands, and Entrapta’s hair corkscrewed delightedly as the two set to make up for lost time.

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Only Time Makes It Human

Hi, hello I was so excited to write this story you don't understand! I hope you all like it, I'm open to suggestions for part two or even part three hehe, I just like this concept a lot, lol i even made a Spotify playlist to listen to while writing. And I dont do that very often.

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Summary: he shouldn't have let Hange drag him to that frat party with Petra as his date, not when she knew you'd be there with someone else.

Tags: college au!, Angst, eventual fluff, slightly nsfw

Warnings: mentions of smoking, cheating, drinking and of you squint hard enough there's some nsfw, literally it's a frat party, you know how college students are

Disclaimer: drink responsibility if you are of drinking age, don't smoke, absolutely don't drive while being drunk, also I don't own the characters, but you already know that.

The deafening sound of pop music abused Levi's ears to the point his head was pulsing. His drink, a ratty cheep lager that was disturbingly common in such parties, stood in a red plastic cup in his hand, not even halfway drank. It was the watery taste he despised; when he wasn't much of an alcohol drinker, he was adamant about bitter tastes in beverages, a preference he hadn't managed to fight in his whole life time.

He shot an ominous glance at Hange and Petra. Stood right in front him, swaying their hips and smiling at each other as they shipped from their makeshift cocktails, they were more than surprised whatever they had dumped on their cups was consumable.

Petra in particular, beamed everytime she looked his way, auburn locks of her grazing the sides of her kind face as she swayed closer to him. The way his eyes never landed on her until it was necessary guilted him more than he wanted to admit. Mainly because Hange had set them up, and also because he shouldn't have been frying his brain with thoughts of someone else when he was with her.

But sometimes he couldn't help himself.

In an attempt to shut his brain down from making generously misery thoughts, he locked his hand around Petra's waist, sipping ever so slightly off his beer in the meantime. He didn't miss the way she lowered her head to smile, the sheer maroon tint on her cheeks. She fidgeted her fingers around her drink, shooting happy stares to Hange, Erwin and Mike as she went to rest get head on Levis shoulder.

Hange softly smiled back, curling her lips on an upward curve then brushing of three long to stare at the couple with ogling eyes. She focused on the conversation Mike and Erwin were having, as if it was something important enough to get lost into.

"I'm just wondering where Nanaba is, she said I'd find her here." Mike spoke with a puzzled voice, bobbing his head around to scout for the familiar blotch of short blonde hair that acostumed the face of his long term lover.

"Ah, she's with (y/n), silly. They're probably somewhere around if you want to say hi." Hange beamed.

Levi's eyes went wide and his hands numb at the sound of your name; he couldn't believe the plastic cup hadn't slipped off his palm. It had been so long since Hange had mentioned you so casually in a shared conversation, at least before him that is. It was more than natural to assume his friends hadn't cut ties with you, in contrast to his previous belief.

It was unlikely they were working against him on this situation, but his mind couldn't stop from running in possible imageries between them and you. Were they going to that cafe near campus with you when he denied their invitation? Did they spent some nights at your new place, drinking and driving you on watching horror parodies, when you despised it?

He shook his head trying to brush bubbling thoughts of you away from his mind. With a quick look at Petra, he decided to gulp down the warmed up lager, in hopes of finding relief in a stronger refill.

He despised the way beer didn't spritz on his tongue in it's warm state, but he refused to cringe at the aftertaste. Meanwhile, on his left, Petra enthusiastically bobbed her weight between her legs at the sound of another well known song. He didn't bother to comply to her moves, his eyes averted bitterly to the emptiness of his cup, yet he couldn't eagerly decide to step out of the comfort of his position.

Strolling around meant that he could come across you and he wasn't sure whether he wanted that or not.

Yet, Hange was adamant about dragging him, through the crowd to the kitchen counter, seeing his need for a refill as an excuse to get a new drink to mix to her cocktail.

Familiar faces fleet the kitchen, strolling around with numerous cups in their hands, heading to all directions. Levi pinched his nose in annoyance; the stench of sweat and smoke numbed his nostrils making him snicker, disgust masking the look on his face.

Setting his goal as to find a closed bottle of whiskey, his hands managed to work fast to their task. Upon discovering a single bottle that was still intact he twist the cap open, skillfully bringing the rim of his cap underneath the bottle's opening. Copper liquid poured in gushes in the red plastic, filling it to its maximum capacity.

The bigger the drink, the more chances he had to get a little drunk, maybe forget about you in the process.

"Are you thinking about her, shorty?"

Hange's voice rang in his blank head for several seconds fighting to elicit an answer out of him. He fought back, merely for a moment. If he knew Hange she would have kept pressuring him to answer her question on front of every one else for the rest of the night. He was trying to fix his mood with at least some alcohol, so he wouldn't let Hange ruin it.

He hesitated to speak loud enough for his voice to reach her eardrums. Admitting to his pain made it real, and he hated still being sentimental when it came to you. At least Hange would keep her mouth shut if she got her rightful answer.

"Well I do, I suppose." He muttered below his breath, gray eyes never averting to her direction.

Hange curious expression immediately transformed into one of pure mischievous excitement that, he had to admit, was pretty unsettling. He knew that look on his friend's face, he couldn't fight it even if he wanted to so naturally he wished he had bit back on his answer. Nevertheless, what was done was done.

"It sucks doesn't it?" Hange spoke, pointer finger stretching to fox her glasses.

"It makes me feel lonely."

"Well don't make your self suffer, shorty." Hange's eyes softened as she threw a playful punch on his bicept, her drink long forgotten on the counter. "You could try to be friends with her."

"It's not that I want to suffer, it keeps me going sometimes. And no, I don't want to."

With squinted eyes and a disappointed gaze Hange shook her head at him and grabbed her drink from the wooden counter. Her mouth formed in a disapproving smirk causing her cheeks to squint and scrunch in an almost too comical manner. Levi knew he should have paid, absolutely, no mind on stressing over it; whether she was right or wrong she wasn't in a place to judge him for any of his choices, especially on the ones on his romantic life. And even more executionally, on ones she had helped him make by setting him up with Petra.

Not that he had anything against Petra.

He actually enjoyed her company. The cute little remarks she'd make for him, the way she cared for anything he did or the way her eyes would ogle at him as if he was a god. She could keep her space clean and she was kind to everyone in the sweetest manner. On top of that she had a girl next door type of beauty, auburn hair parted messily according to any occasion and round hazel eyes. All in all Hange had been right to point out she looked good on him.

Tonight, Petra was shining in her favorite pastel layers. A soft strawberry lilac turtleneck with flared sleeves as a base, topped with a powder blue strappy dress and finally completed with velvet baby pink Vans. Cute sparkly pins were accessorising her hair and numerous necklaces with moon and star charms shone on her neck. The effort she had put to perfect her aesthetic had indeed paid off; she looked like a fairy under the erratic lights of the party. She had achieved her initial goal to stand out from the occasional soft girls around the crowd, signifying she was Levi's girl.

With Levi's popularity amongst ladies, she had to be effortlessly perfect.

And she was, for as long as she was concerned.

Levi shot his eyes to his friends' direction, catching quickly glimpses of the way Petra danced with Hange. Erwin and Mike were nowhere to be found for now, as he assumed they would be searching for Nanaba.

He cringed at the chaotic arrangement of things; Nanaba had distanced her self from the group because she was your childhood friend so her relationship with Mike naturally came second to not forcing you into the same group as Levi. As if Levi wanted to be forced to be in the same group as you.

Fortunately, you had plenty of friends as to not to stick onto his group.

He was gulping a mouthful of his drink, copper whiskey watering down his dry throat as if he hasn't drunk anything in hours, when his eyes met yours in the crowd. His heart immediately skipped a long beat, chest heavying at the sight of your flushed face.

Maybe, on second thought, you hadn't actually noticed him.

You stood outside of the massive glass window proudly downing the shot in your hand after cheering on it with Eren. There was joy written on your makeup accessoried face; with your eyes squinted and your smile spread to your face asour hips moved according to the music engulfed in Eren's palms. Your hair swayed with each one of your movements, (h/c) locks landed messily on your face and shoulders mirroring Eren's to perfection. Levi couldn't help but notice how Eren's man bun was coming undone on the erratic movements his made.

As you slightly squated, attempting to perk your buttocks in the air for your partner to grab, your baggy jeans tightened their hug on your body in perfection. Levi remembered having seeing you in those baggy cargo jeans from afar on a few occasions, always thinking how good they looked on you, always admiring how you could always lull off your desired aesthetic effortlessly.

It was true that had he not seen you flawnting your effortless dark urban style, he would have thought that Petra had been the only girl who could show anyone how dressing aesthetically could be achieved. But you were something different. They way your breasts sat firmly at the bustier bits of your spaghetti strapped top, adorned by the corset like nature of the torso tube looked magnificent paired to your jeans. Your jet black Dr Marten's boots peaked from the flared finish of your jeans, giving the look a 90s grungy edge along with your all natural -be it for your dark maroon lip color.

Looking around, amongst numerous art majors like you he couldn't find someone who could mimick the way you pulled it off.

There fore, on a way he didn't blame Eren's hands as they traveled down your curves and touched tenderly at your torso. Even if the motion pulled any string in his heart that wasn't numbed by his alcoholic beverage.

He loathed you looked so good, and he loathed the way you danced to the loud tune as if no one was around.

With another big gulp on his whiskey, he felt the world slowing down around him.

As your eyes finally met -this time it wasn't just him imagining things- the tune changed, mocking him for gawking at you while taking your side against him. He noticed you mouth the lyrics to him, your head turned to his direction as his eyes struggled to rip away from your form.

Your moves on Eren became more intimate, more suggestive as you scratched the nape of his neck, bringing your mouth close to his ear to whisper words Levi couldn't have known of. Quickly, Eren pulled away with a pouty smile, displeased that he had to pull away from you. It was in that second that Levi's chest tightened dangerously, as Eren's lips brushed chastely on yours, noses bumping on eachother.

In an attempt to shook the image out of his head he turned on his heels, cup squeezed in hand and stomach growling in anxiety as he marched to his group of friends. Smiling faces welcomed him but he paid no mind in reciprocating the slightest glance. Levi wasn't exactly the type to bounce back immediately after having experienced his heart sinking in such horrid way.

Unsurprisingly for him -seeing that he was used to things only going downhill after a shitty event- Mike appeared out of the blue with Nanaba linked on him through their elbows. It wasn't in fact Nanaba that shattered any remain of his, already ruined, mood, but the person that clung into her palm.

More specifically, you.

"Heyy!!" Hange screamed, hands stretching towards your direction, already pulling you in her embrace once you reached her velocity. "I have missed you so much, where have you been these days!"

"Hange we went out for launch yesterday." You giggled through your squished cheek.

"Noo, that was ages ago I miss you everyday."

You shot a judgemental look at Erwin from Hange's back as she began to pull back from your embrace. The lisps and slips of her tongue were starting to become prominent as she poured words before you in an excessively fast paced manner, leaving you unable to come up with a way to respond to her, let alone understand what she had been saying.

Erwin scratched the back of his head an but his lip in response, shoulders rising up in an unbeknownst manner.

"You shouldn't let her drink that much. You know how she gets." You scolded, looking around the faces of your friends, trying your best not to let your faint voice get overlapped by the loud reggaeton beat.

Once again as Levi's eyes locked gazes with yours your breath hitched inside your chest.

His hand strode out to Petra's waist, pulling her closer almost too automatically for anyone not to notice. The commotion caught your eye, but you never flinched, much to your demise. Petra's hair swayed to the right as her smile widened from the sudden affectionate gesture, making you sick to the stomach from how soft and fragile and enchanting she had managed to look.

"Anyways I just came to say hi, I'll go find Eren now-"

Your words were cut short as your aforementioned significant other showed up bouncing in excitement beside you. Mirroring Levi's actions he pulled you close in a swift movement before ensuring he gave soft smiles to everyone. Hange excitedly greeted him back as Nanaba and Mike caught him up in casual conversation.

Levi watched as the brunette whipped his head whenever he flawnted on his achievements, causing Nanaba to shoot him awkward smiles and Mike to shrug him off in the process. You could see the despair in their faces as Eren egoistically carried on the conversation, but you tried to shrug it off for the moment as you conversed with Erwin.

Your mind wouldn't stop ordering your eyes to attach themselves into the picture perfect couple ahead of you, who paid no mind to your mere existence. In a way you blamed yourself for having caused this. Had you uttered a single hello to them you wouldn't have received such treatment. It served you right for knowingly intruding their space with the intention to make your presence known to Levi.

If you knew if the way Levi's eyes fell onto you everytime you looked away, you wouldn't have had yanked Eren's hand in an attempt to gain his attention.

"Ah sweetheart, I'm sorry, Yeagerbombs with your Yeager boy?" Eren blinked his emerald eyes into yours, pride splattered in his smile for his -cringeworthy to anyone else but himself- pun. You couldn't help but let out a nervous snicker of a laugh as he yanked you close to him again, pleading eyes landing into Levi's stormy gaze.

For you, the world seemed to stop in the moment as you took in his dimly lit face and delicate features. The music fell deaf to your ears as you gawked at him, hands trembling and tongue tied in words that you failed to recognize.

That mellow melancholy in his eyes, the adorning eyebags, the way some short coarse hairs on his face tried to mimick his neatly kept undercut, it all seemed unreal to you.

How long had it been since you had been so close to him? Nowadays it seemed the two of you had moved on to whatever. You had tried so much to avoid eachother that your timing never allowed the two of you to meet, not even for a the slightest, in hopes of forgetting about each others existence.

What downed you, though, from your precious pink cherry blossom rainfall bubble was that Petra was wrapped lovingly around him, her aesthetically pleasing image fitting conveniently with your little fairytale background, throwing you out of it.

By faintly excusing yourself from the group you let yourself lose on Eren's grip as he slipped you away from the crowd and towards the kitchen.

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Levi didn't want to have to take a trip to the bathroom of a sorority house. In thought it seemed disgusting and unsanitary, but he had so much to drink that his body had been begging and screaming to him for some sort of relief.

He assumed the upstairs bathroom would be clean, supposing there weren't any horny young adults crushing their reproductive organs against eachother as there would normally be at any party of this nature.

With a steady knock that elicited no answer or even a simple grunt from the other side of the door he knew he was good to go. With a movement of his wrist the handle twisted and he slowly let himself in, eager to get through the process as fast as possible.

A few moments later and the fly of his distressed jeans was being zipped up again, tucked neatly under his black crewneck's bottom. He scrunched his sleeves up above his elbows and run his hand under the sink, waiting for the water to warm up.

His face looked tainted in the mirror; puffy eyebags and a deadpan expression while his lips stayed chapped. In an attempt to look presentable he run his now excessively washed hands through his front bangs tagging slightly to form a little volume at the roots.

He hadn't expected to swoon so easily at the sight of you being playfully entangled with Eren. He hadn't expected his heart to sink at the sight of you being explicitly affectionate with anyone before him and he wondered if it was simply due to the fact that he hadn't been accostumed to it. He certainly hadn't expected of Eren to step in and swoop you away before his very eyes; the pain of seeing you next to a friend of his seemed even more devastating for a few seconds.

Nevertheless, the little shit had always had an eye on you, even if he liked to consider himself as a protegee if his.

Levi wondered if you had felt that loathing feeling as well. Petra hadn't been that private about their relationship, with her constant posts on Instagram, her continuous snaps of him on a daily basis. Whereas he hadn't seen you post many things in the course of eight months.

He had brushed off the idea of scrolling through your socials a numerous times before finally agreeing on linking with Petra. Secretly he'd search for your shared photos, hoping they'd appear out of nowhere on your profile. Secretly he'd stare at his archived posts, contemplating on whether he should keep photos of a better time protected or whether he should delete them.

Now with his back against the sink to prevent himself from catching his reflection judging him, he unlocked his phone and tapped the familiar fuchsia icon. As expected, Eren's profile icon flashed in a pink and orange ombre circle before all others, signaling he had posted a story. Not supressing his pulled heartstrings who were set to call the shots tonight, Levi tapped on the icon with such force that a loud tapping sound filled his ears.

The video loaded painfully slow, his data connection giving in to the thick bathroom walls. Eren's face flashed on his screen, sheepish smile adorning his features."There's no hope for us!" He spoked in blurred pronounciation. "Even the anti smoker is smoking!" In a quick sequence the camera angle shifted on you, apathetically taking a drag out of a freshly rolled cigarette while cussing him out in a stern tone.

Silently he scrunched his nose and clicked his tongue in annoyance. Surely you still hadn't learnt from past mistakes. In seldom occasions you'd smoke while mixing your drinks, nothing unusual for people at your age; although Levi knew better than to do it consciously, you sometimes did. He had been strick and unforgiving on you, snapping out on you the following day for not taking good care of yourself. Clearly his short temper had only pushed you to riot now that you were away from him.

When the door shot open, causing him to jump and nearly let his phone slip away from his grip, he couldn't bring himself to realise for how long he'd been sitting in the bathroom, replaying Eren's story.

His eyes quickly recognised you as you shot your arms to pull your hair away from your face. He had seen you from every possible angle, a feeling that once upon a time had made him feel sick and trapped, pushing him to make stressed decisions. Every little detail of yours was curved in the back of his brain, awaiting for moments like this to unleash. It was easy like that to recognize you for miles ago.

As much as he'd like to, he didn't make a move towards you, afraid that maybe if you saw him out of all people in this state you'd jump in fear.

Nonetheless he couldn't help the silent inquiry concerning your condition not slip off his mouth. "You alright there?"

"I'm fine." You gulped, supressing the urge to spill your stomach's insides before the person behind you. "It's just- my ex is here and I- I guess I got stressed and I smoked and I drunk too much and ugh-" you cringed at the way you overshared your personal matters with a stranger, although you momentarily found comfort in the action. No one could judge you if they didn't know you, right?

"You don't say!"

Of course luck wouldn't be on your side. Ever since you laid your eyes on him a few hours ago you knew it in your heart this night would fall in crumbles, but did it really have to be this way?

You jumped, startled at the sight of Levi's familiar face, ignoring the way your heart fell as hard as a rock in your stomach, ignoring the vertigo like feeling to numb the poor organ. Puke hitched in your throat and you ripped your eyes away from his form in a panicked state. Your stomach emptied in the porcelain toilet, leaving atrocious sounds as it burned and scratched on your throat. You feel your whole body go weak with every shot of your stomach. Your hands couldn't keep their grasp on your hair; they quickly fell near your legs.

Levi crouched to your side in a heartbeat, his quick instincts getting the best of him as he grabbed your hair tenderly in order to keep it away from your face.

"Fuck, just how much did you even drink?" He whispered, hand reluctantly reaching to soothe down your back.

"You should know." You barked. "You were staring. How dare you?"

He had grown accustomised to quite make out your mutters by assuming what you were feeling in the moment. Athough, as your excessive vomiting came to an alt, you yanked your hair angrily out of his hands, refusing to associate yourself with him anymore.

As you meticulously washed your hands and mouth you noticed his stretched hand shielded the way to the door, blocking you from exiting. Your dizzy state didn't allow you to be feisty as you fixated your interest in swooning over the way his arms looked with his sleeves rolled up. You took a mental note to scold yourself for that very fact once you were sober enough.

"I have to go to my friends, thanks for helping me."

"You're not going anywhere." You noticed his breath hitched as he spoke. Was he equally as drunk? Wasn't he supposed to handle his alcohol like he had always said? Just how much had he had to drink? "You're not going anywhere until you tell me why you drunk so much."

Your silent thoughts geared up inside your brain, ready to skyrocket out of your mouth the moment you opened it to speak. "It's because you're here and you're with her and seeing the two of you in action is only making it real!"

Levi erratically blinked at your word vomiting. He hadn't expected you to just spill out those words without a notice it a warning, hell, even a little warm up would be nice to help him form a preserved reaction without becoming a drunk stuttering mess.

Without warning your hands wrapped around him, chests pressed against each other in the firmest way possible, sending shivers down his newly sweating spine. Normally, he'd say he hated the way you nuzzled against the crook of his neck, wiggling your nose through his crewneck sweater to coo into his warmth. Normally, he'd pinch himself and wake up and you would disappear, never to been seen laying beside him in such manner again.

Normally his blood wouldn't pump profoundly in his veins in excitement and lust as your touch and your smell.

As the sweet aroma of vanilla and pergamont englulfed his nostrils his arms loosened around him before jumping to the sides of your face, yanking it away from his neck. His next move was crucial; thumbs tenderly stroked on your cheeks as his stormy eyes looked silently into yours. He could only listen to his heartbeat as he crushed his mouth against yours in a feverous manner.

His body pushed against yours in need to pull you into the kiss as you responded with equal effort to your passion. Fortunately for him you had spent minutes trying meticulous wash out any smell or taste away from your mouth with some oral hygiene products you had happened to come across in the cupboards. The fact that he was drunk didn't mean he was inconsiderate of his need for everything to be clean.

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All in all, be wasn't sure how the two of you ended up in the backseat of his car, topless with your tongues genuinely battling for dominance.

He must have been in a haze as he pushed past and out of the crowd, erratically trying to remember the general direction in which his car was parked.

As his hands gripped everywhere he could find his eyes didn't dare to shoot open. Existing in this moment, dry humping to your hips from underneath you. Tiny bumps adorned your skin every time he touched you. The freezing air of December had finally brushed its effect on both of you, soft shivers shook your whole form and he couldn't help but notice.

He couldn't think straight, despite wanting to though.

Your lips launched in the soft spot on his neck in an effortless manner. To him it was obvious you hadn't forgotten his own anatomy; all the places that you touched teased him perfectly to submission making him sink into the black industrial seat.

Your hands passionately grabbed the back of his hair, elbows colliding with the skin just under his collarbone.

"I've missed this, I've longed for this."

Your words, whether they were intentional or not, slit through his chest and set fire to the wound, causing another wave of stressful passion to spread from his stomach to his whole body. Chaste kisses were places all over his face, underneath his bangs, on his eyes, even the tenders corners of his jaw.

Your noses crashed, your breaths mingling in the air as your lips found his again.

You moved your lips in perfect synch, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that were fabricated to fit perfectly on eachother. It hurt you that your bodies were working against your sober wills. You made another note to punish yourself for that as well once you were in your right mind.

His hands wrapped tighter around your back, crashing you impossibly closer next to him. Your chest fought to rise and fall as squirms escaped you, engulfed into his mouth.

"We shouldn't do this here, I'm not up to voyeuring anyone." He remarked, but fell silent as you placed another brushing kiss on his lips before pulling back to slightly nod in agreement.

Before you knew it you were wrapped in his jacket, your top long forgotten in an unseen corner of his car. His own charcoal black crewneck shielded his body from your sight as he hit the pedals of his car almost too closely to the allowed speed limit.

Long forgotten were his friends and date to the first party, long forgotten were any attempts to find excuses for whatever had ignited what was happening.

The trip to his apartment was quicker than what you had expected; maybe it was for the alcohol in your system that left you in a constant vertigo, but your head wasn't getting any better. The warm golden Christmas city lights adorned every single aspect of the streets and captivated your eyes spreading their heat into your whole form. With Christmas around the corner the current situation felt even more alluring to indulge into.

Christmas always meant Levi, in a way.

You swore you only blinked for a second once you entered the apartment building front door but when you opened your eyes you were before his door.

As always, it read 25B.

In a flash you were underneath him in his bed, hair sprawled everywhere around you as his lips angrily assaulted your collarbones. You didn't trust your drunk antics to tell you if the night was still young, but you assumed it could still labor a few more hours of the greediness between two long lost lovers.

"I" he started acting kissed on your lips as his hands came to mingle with the button of your jeans. "Want you to know." Another kiss was placed on your lips. "That" another "I-"

This time you cut him off with your swollen lips on his, sucking all air out of his lungs. "Just kiss me and we'll talk about this afterwards."

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Your eyes throbbed as light entered their cavities, reflecting on your irises despite your best wishes. You had only just shot out a hand to shield them from the warm rays of sun when panic stabbed through your chest like a murderous intruder.

They blueyish grey tink to the walls and the futuristic design of the drawers and nightstands were all too familiar to you. They stood there, mocking you on all their dark chocolaty color for being unable to come up with an immediate answer to your whereabouts.

Your head was being occasionally jolted in throbbing hot pain as you decided to look around you in the matress, in hopes of recognising the person to whom the newly sounding grunts belonged to.

To your utter shock and disbelief, Levi shot up from his position on the bed. You watched as his eyes widened at the sight of you, grey orbs slightly shrinking in shock and realisation.

"What did you-" he began but soon his hand shot up to his own throbbing head. "Shit just how much did we have to drink?"

"Okay I have a better question," you added to your shared misery "are you as naked as I am?"

It was on rare occasions that you had seen such irrational panic mask Levi's face, yet this time must have been the most striking one amongst the ones you could recall. His skin had lost at least two shades of color, his lips parted slightly. His forehead was cringled as his eyebrows were skyrocketing away from his eyes.

Although when he opened his mouth in an attempt to confirm the obvious, he was quickly cut off by the sound of his doorbell being rung, along with three stern knocks on his door. Even his phone started ringing from beside him, adding pressure to his momentarily frozen state. He picked the divice in his hands, fingers shakingly making their way to the acceptance button.

"Hey Petra!"

"Hey love!" You heard the cheerful voice fill the air through his speaker. Petra had a really loud voice, you noticed, it was either that or that your head was about to explode from the hangover. "I'm outside, please open up, you left without even saying goodbye and wouldn't pick up your phone. I'm so worried."

"Tch, give me a second I'll get changes and we can have breakfast at that cafe you like." Levi grunted, his thumb reaching to rub soothing circles on the prominent vein in his forehead.

"Can I come inside?"

Shit.

"Yeah yeah." He spoke as he hit the closing button, his phone being slammed against the bed. His head turned to you, only to reveal a section of his throat that was bruised in lovemarks you had left on him. "Hide, stay silent, I don't know which one, just do it."

After his harsh order, his eyes never had a chance to reach yours as he got up from the bed to sprint to his dresser, hurriedly searching for the only washed black turtleneck he owned. He hadn't even had a chance to look himself in the mirror, but knowing you, you couldn't have held back from munching on the skin in his throat.

Upon his quick discovery, he threw on a pair of gray of sweats that he recover from the hanger behind his door.

You didn't dare speak, hell you didn't even dare move, the fear of being discovered in such pretentious position -as the third person- in a house you once had lived in overtook your natural senses and your irrational thinking. Your heart didn't cease to sink as moments later you heard the door click open, then immediately close.

The familiar buzzing sound of silence filled your ears a few moments later. This time realisation kicked in immediately in hopes of drowning your mind in excessive amounts of overthinking. That's how it was then?

Your head plopped down the pillows, sinking deeper and deeper with each passing second. Your heart skipped essential beats and your breathing hitched in your throat. Only one question stood on top of others.

What had you done?

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Life’s Lessons - Part 7

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Denying Feelings

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader (eventual)

Other Pairings: Dean x Lisa, Female!Reader x OMC – Ethan (past, mentioned), Female!Reader x OMC – Mark

Word Count: 7,423 (texts, thoughts, song lyrics in italics).

Part Summary: Dean learns the truth about what Lisa’s hiding, and makes a decision. Later, Y/N goes on a date with Mark, knowing she needs to move on. However, after a failed attempt to move things to the next level with Mark, she begins to question whether she should be denying her feelings for Dean.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Insecurities, Denying Feelings, Jealous Dean, Pre-smut (nothing too graphic yet, pretty much ends before it starts)

Music: Never Going Back Again by Fleetwood Mac (doesn’t feature but listen to it after Dean and Lisa scene, Dean on the couch scene), In These Arms by Bon Jovi (Dean bar scene), Waiting For A Girl Like You by Foreigner (Y/N and Mark end scene).

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A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful comments, and for getting me to 300 followers! It means so much to me! All your love for this series has absolutely made my heart so happy, and I can’t wait for you guys to see what happens as we move forward! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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Dean stared at Lisa, his eyes glaring as his jaw clenched. He was waiting for her to say something about what he could clearly see on her phone. He had really hoped that making the effort was going to pay off, and that they could finally be happy again. He thought about how he had doubted her in the past, over a year ago, when she had gone back to Indiana for a couple of weeks. She came back completely disinterested in him and their relationship.

They had fought a lot about whether she had slept with someone else. She had denied it and he had chosen to believe her, even if he did have his doubts about it. Since then, is when things turned for the worst. He thought he had judged her too quickly. Maybe nothing had actually happened.

Turns out, he had been right all along.

Lisa shook her head, not being able to say anything. Dean could tell from her expression that she was trying to find a way to say something.

“I don’t know what to say-” she started but he cut her off.

“Don’t” he hissed, as he leaned in so no one would hear their conversation. “I’m only gonna ask this one more time, and you better give me a straight answer.”

When she didn’t say anything, he continued.

“Did you sleep with someone else?” he asked, bluntly. He had asked that very question a year before, when she got back from Indiana. He never got a proper answer from her.

Lisa was quiet as she sat across from him. She looked up at him, and he saw sadness in her eyes for the first time in a long time.

“Yes” she whispered.

He nodded as he stared at her. He huffed a laugh and it bubbled into a bitter tone. “Who’s the guy?”

She took another few moments to say anything. “His name’s Matt. He’s a doctor.”

“Oh, Doctor Matt. How respectable” he snapped.

She looked guilty as she dropped her head, avoiding his gaze. “I’m sorry you found out like this” she said, quietly, but Dean heard her.

“Why did you keep this going for another year? Why didn’t you just answer me when I asked? This could’ve all been over then, and we could’ve forgotten about each other” Dean asked, shaking his head.

“Because… Ben really looks up to you, and I wanted a father figure for him” she replied, as she looked up at him, her eyes glistening.

Dean shook his head, confused. “But what? Suddenly I’m not good enough? You want some doctor for him to look up to instead now?”

“Matt and I fell for each other years ago, but it didn’t go far, and then I was there last year… we started things up again, and when he was here in July-” she rambled, trying to explain but Dean cut her off when something occurred to him.

“He was here?” he asked, as he stared at her.

She only nodded.

“That’s why we stopped having sex.” He didn’t need to ask because it was obvious why.

An uncomfortable silence fell between them.

“So… when should we tell Ben?” she asked, quietly.

“I’m gonna leave that to you” he replied, shaking his head. “But when you decide to leave… you’re gonna let me say goodbye to him. You owe me that much.”

He looked at her as he waited for a reply. She nodded as she continued to stare at him.

“Dean-” she started but he cut her off.

“Save it” he growled; his jaw clenched. “It’s done.”

She nodded and didn’t say anything else, as Ben returned to the table unaware of what had just occurred.

As they went about like nothing had just happened, Dean couldn’t help but think that maybe he didn’t deserve to be angry. After all, he had kissed Y/N and it had made him feel awful for doing that to Lisa, despite the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about his beautiful neighbor. So, did he have the right to be angry with Lisa when he had done that? He came to the conclusion pretty quickly. Yes, he did have the right. Lisa had lied to him for a year, she had slept around with that guy behind his back and didn’t seem to regret it at all. Her sadness came more from the fact that Dean had found out. It wasn’t “I’m sorry I did this to you” it was “I’m sorry you found out like this”.

So, yes. He did deserve to be angry and to be the one to end the relationship.

When they got back home, Lisa went into Ben’s room to break the news. Dean wasn’t sure what she told him, about whether or not she said she had met someone else or not. Quite frankly, he didn’t care. He kicked back on the couch with a beer, some re-runs of M.A.S.H. on the TV keeping him entertained. He heard some yelling from Ben and then a door slam, and then another one close a bit more gently. Dean would eventually go in and see how Ben was taking the news but for now… he was taking a moment for himself.

For the first time in a long, long time, he felt lighter. He felt better, and in a weird way, as much as it hurt to hear that Lisa had cheated on him, he was relieved. He finally got the answer to his question, and now… he could finally move on. He could concentrate on his business, be available to his family more, and just be himself without worrying what Lisa would say. All the constant fighting or ignoring each other and pretending to be civil was over. He had been down the road with her several times in the last couple of years, the road of things being fine and then not fine, but he was never going back to that again.

He was looking forward to living his life the way he wanted again.

Over the next week, Y/N and Mark texted back and forth. There were messages about their days, what they had for lunch or dinner, silly jokes and flirty comments. Y/N liked him enough, but she hoped that he did ask her out so that she could get to know him more.

Mark: I can’t beat around the bush anymore. I really want to take you out. Saturday night, 7pm?

Y/N had agreed instantly and tried to protest when he said he would drive to Lawrence and have their date there, but he insisted. She wanted to avoid anyone seeing them, or even possibly running into Dean, but she supposed she couldn’t ignore that fact. She just hoped she could avoid him, though.

The restaurant buzzed with sounds of chatter from patrons and the soft jazz music playing through the speakers. Mark sat across from her, dressed in black jeans and deep green v-neck sweater, while she had adorned a silk navy blue strappy top, with black jeans and her long fawn coat, that was hanging off the back of her chair.

“This place is great” he said, as he looked around the room.

“Yeah, the food’s really good and the drinks are even better” she said, as took a forkful of her meal. It was the same place she had come to with Charlie for drinks. She loved the vibe there.

“So… what’s 8th grade teaching like?” he asked her.

She laughed a little, putting her fork down. “Challenging. It’s an interesting age for kids, they don’t really want to be told what to do but they know they have to. It’s rewarding though, especially when their faces light up because they’ve done well on a test or homework.”

“I suppose it helps they have a teacher as passionate as you” he complemented her.

It was nice of him to say that but somehow when Dean had some similar words to her, it was easier to believe him.

“Thanks” she said, accepting the complement with a smile. She needed to give him a chance.

“I gotta ask though. You said you’re from upstate New York. Why such a big move to Lawrence, Kansas? Of all places” he inquired with a laugh.

She smiled slightly, her muscles not committing to a genuine one. It was touchy subject, something that she couldn’t tell him just yet. She had told Dean, which she never expected to do so soon into their friendship, but she had trusted him. He made her feel safe to tell him, even in such a short time. It wasn’t going to be the same with Mark.

“I just needed a change, a new experience” she replied, not even remotely divulging the real reason.

“Fair enough” he nodded, taking a sip of his wine.

“What about you?” she asked, changing the subject. “What’s a day in advertising like?”

“Stressful” he huffed. “Not nearly as rewarding as teaching, but there are days when things go well, and you can relax for a small fraction of time. Then it’s just back to the grind, not a whole lot of time to appreciate your achievements.”

“But you love it, right?” she said, shrugging.

“Yeah” he said, simply as he went back to eating.

The rest of their conversation was light-hearted and fun, and Y/N was surprised at how much of a great time she was having with Mark. She thought that wouldn’t happen so soon, but she was glad that it had.

Dean got out of the shower, quickly drying off before getting dressed into jeans and a thicker white Henley, now that the weather was starting to turn. He was going to the bar tonight, with Cas and Benny joining him. It been a week since he and Lisa broke up. The day after it happened, Lisa took Ben and herself and some of their necessities to a hotel. During the week, she had been over a few times to pack up her things. It seemed like it would take a little while longer for her to completely clear her things out, but at least she was doing it while Dean was at work and he wouldn’t have to see her.

Dean drove to the bar, his thumbs drumming against the steering wheel as he listened to his music, loudly. When he arrived at the bar, he ordered a neat double of his favorite whiskey. As he sipped his drink, he frowned as he heard the words to the song that were playing.

You want commitment, and take a look into these eyes.

They burn with fire, yeah, until the end of time.

And I would do anything, I’d beg, I’d steal

I’d die to have you in these arms tonight.

He shook his head as the words hit home to what he was feeling. He may have rocked on occasion, but Dean hated Bon Jovi with a passion in that moment. He was trying not to think about Y/N. Nights out with Lisa had helped, but then something or other would remind him of her and he’d start thinking about her again. Now that things were over with Lisa, however, Y/N had been a constant thought in his mind this past week.

As he was hunched over on the table, he felt a pat on his back. He looked up to see Benny sit down in front of him, Cas not too far behind as he took the chair next to Benny.

“Good to see ya, brother” Benny commented, a big grin on his face.

“You get laid before getting here?” Dean asked, taking in his friend’s expression.

Benny chuckled, as the bartender came over and put a glass of whiskey down in front of him and Cas. “I don’t kiss and tell, Dean.”

Dean shook his head, rolling his eyes with a small smirk. He lifted up his glass as they all clinked theirs together.

“You seem… not grumpy” Cas commented, as he took in the lack of a scowl on Dean’s face.

Dean shrugged. “Things are… I don’t know, better”

“Really?” Cas asked, confused.

“Yeah” Dean nodded, simply. He hadn’t told his friends yet as he wanted to wait to get them to a bar to break the news. “I broke up with Lisa.”

Both Cas and Benny were in shock, their eyes widened. Cas sat forward as he squinted. “Seriously?”

Dean nodded, sipping his whiskey.

“Well… I never thought I’d see the day that happened” Benny said, shaking his head, with a smile on her face.

“Hilarious” Dean said, rolling his eyes.

“And you’re really… okay?” Cas asked, concerned.

“Yeah, man. I really am. I probably should feel worse, and I do, considering Ben was pretty upset. When it comes to Lisa, though… yeah. I’m good” Dean replied, truthfully.

“What happened?” Benny asked, curiously.

“Turns out, I was right. She cheated on me with some guy she used to know, when she went back to Indiana last year” Dean replied, staring down at the table.

“Damn” Benny whispered, shaking his head.

“Yeah” Dean agreed, sipping his drink. “Her phone was in front of me and I saw his messages. So… I ended it.”

“Good for you, brother” Benny said, clinking his glass with Dean’s.

Cas did the same with his glass against Dean’s.

“So, what now?” Cas asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t know” Dean shrugged, as one side of his mouth lifted up into a half smirk. “Something different, I guess.”

“What was that?” Benny asked, eying him suspiciously.

“Nothing” Dean replied, his eyebrows furrowed.

Cas leaned back in his chair, silently questioning Dean. “Does this have something to do with Y/N?” Cas asked, something occurring to him suddenly.

“No” Dean said, too quickly.

“Oh, it so does” Benny laughed slightly.

Dean looked between his friends, not knowing whether he should say anything or not. He hung his head, giving up the pretence.

“Yeah, it does” he said, his voice low but they heard him anyway.

“I should’ve known something was up when you were both making eyes at each other at the garage” Benny said, smiling wide.

“Nothing’s up, okay? Nothing happened” Dean lied yet again.

“That didn’t sound true, did it?” Cas asked Benny, knowing their friend well.

“Nope” Benny replied, popping the ‘p’.

They looked at him and he couldn’t deal with their knowing stares.

“Fine” Dean sighed, exasperated. “We kissed.”

“Dean” Cas groaned.

Benny let out a long whistle. “Damn, brother.”

“Yeah, I know, I know what you’re gonna say. It was a mistake, I shouldn’t have done it, I know I shouldn’t have. Okay?” Dean grumbled. “It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Do you like her?” Cas asked, genuinely wanting to know. He knew what his friend was like before he met Lisa, and he wanted to make sure he wasn’t reverting back to his old ways.

“Fuck, this is like high school” Dean mumbled, sipping his drink. “Yeah, I do. I like her. I mean, it’s more than that… I’m really falling for her.”

“And you haven’t told Lisa?” Cas asked, sitting forward in his chair.

Dean rolled his eyes and glared at him. “Well, I don’t think I have to now considering we’re not together and she actually cheated on me. This was just a moment of weakness.”

Cas nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

“Hey.” Dean leaned forward in his chair as he looked at both of them. “It was a mistake, the way it happened. I know that. Y/N said that she wouldn’t let it go any further as long as Lisa and I were together, and I agreed with her.”

“No wonder you two haven’t spoken in weeks” Cas muttered.

“Yeah” Dean scoffed, nodding. “It’s just… now that Lisa and I are over, I don’t know, but – maybe now I got a shot with Y/N.”

“Maybe” Benny said, a small smile on his face.

Dean looked at Cas and thought about whether or not he should ask about Y/N, but he needed to know.

“How… how is she?” he tried to ask as casually as possible.

“She looked pretty sad for a while. I guess we know a little about why now. She’s been better in the last week, though. She’s uh…” Cas replied, but he didn’t know how to broach the next subject.

“She’s what?” Dean was concerned as he asked the question.

“Y/N’s on a date. Some guy she met in the city when she went out with Meg and Charlie last weekend. It’s their first date tonight” Cas told him.

Dean’s jaw clenched as he looked down at the table. “Who’s the guy?” He looked up at Cas, his expression hard and distant.

“Mark something, I don’t know who he is. She seemed excited about tonight though” Cas replied, trying to gage some kind of reaction from Dean.

Dean huffed as he looked down at the table. She was on a date with some guy. Mark. She was moving on from him, and while Dean wanted to find the guy and tell him that he couldn’t have her, he knew she was right in moving on. She wasn’t anything to him for him to get protective of her. Maybe Mark was a nice guy and after what she had been through, she deserved a nice guy.

“Well…” he sighed, throwing his head back as he finished his drink. “Good for her.”

Benny knew that look on his friend’s face. “You alright there, brother?”

“Oh yeah” Dean replied, twirling his glass around in his hand.

“Dean-” Cas started but Dean cut him off with a glare.

“I’m gonna head back” he muttered, standing up from the table. He dropped a few bills on the table, before picking up his jacket.

“Thanks for tonight, fellas.” Dean walked away, without looking at his friends.

When he got back home, he poured himself another whiskey and sat down on the couch. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He kept thinking about how life would’ve been if Y/N hadn’t moved across the street. He may never have realized that he and Lisa were in a meaningless relationship, and probably would’ve kept going the way they had been for many more years.

Y/N encouraged him to go ahead with his plans for expanding the garage, a move he was scared to make, but he couldn’t wait to get started on that. She talked to him about all his likes and dislikes, listened when he talked about his family, and told him that maybe he and his dad still have to work out some things from the past. She trusted him enough to tell him about her previous relationship and what her asshole of an ex did to her. She cared about him and he cared about her. Hell, he was really starting to fall for her, but he had to respect what she wanted. Yes, it was a first date with this guy, and she might not want things to go further, but she deserved to give things a chance without him being a factor. She deserved to be happy.

Dean frowned and lifted his head, as he heard a car from outside, the breaks squeaking softly as it pulled up to the curb. He stood up and slowly walked to the window, his heart sinking when he saw Y/N get out of the car. She was coming back to her house with her date.

Mark drove her home, chatting and changing songs in the car to suit their mutual tastes, which she quickly learnt were quite similar. He wasn’t much for classic rock, but more for the folksy stuff of now. They kept the small talk going as he pulled up outside her house. She quickly got out of the car and walked to her front door as he walked beside her. She turned to him and smiled as they stood outside her door.

“I had a really great time” she smiled. There was definitely promise of more and of better, and she was going to give him the chance.

“Me too” he smiled in return.

He slowly and tentatively leaned in, kissing her cheek, softly. She smiled wider at the sweet gesture.

“Goodnight, Y/N” he whispered as he moved back.

“Goodnight” she said, watching him leave.

As she watched him drive off, she sighed. There was something there, and while she didn’t know what it was, she knew she had to take a leap and find out.

She really needed to call her sister and talk about this with her soon.

Dean watched as the guy leaned in and kissed Y/N’s cheek, very relieved that he hadn’t kissed her on the lips. She looked happy, and that’s what mattered. It was what he wanted for her. Even if he wasn’t the one to do that for her.

2 weeks later…

Dean had come to a conclusion about Mark. He hated the guy.

It had been two weeks since Y/N and Mark’s first date, and in that time, he had seen them together around town quite a few times. They would be talking and laughing, kissing and being happy and honestly, it made him sick. To someone else, it may have looked like he was jealous, and maybe he was a little, but he was mostly concerned for her and hoped that she had made the right decision. It was irrational to hate him based on all of this, considering he had never met the guy, but he couldn’t help how he felt.

The alarm blared obnoxiously, even though Dean had been awake for a few minutes already. He tapped it hard and turned it off, his hand combing through his hair. He got up and dragged himself into bathroom, quickly brushing his teeth and freshening up. He had opted to have a shower when he came back from doing some manual labor.

He got dressed in his worn jeans, dark brown Henley and a brown and white plaid shirt over the top, his black jacket over that and walked through the house. He picked up his wallet and keys and then left, firing up his Baby and driving away from the house, as his music blared. He made a quick stop to pick up three coffees from the coffee shop, and then drove for about 15 minutes, before reaching another street. He drove down, past all the pristine houses, until he came to the one he was looking for.

He looked up at the house as he got out of the car. It had seen better days and he had bought it for a steal a few months ago. With the help of Cas and Benny, he was going to fix it up and make it a home. They would do what they could until builders came in at a later stage and did all the more complicated things like wiring and plumbing.

As he walked into the house, his mind started thinking in overdrive. Throughout his time as a bachelor, he was the love ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy, opting for one-night stands rather than proper relationships. It was fun and easy, but over time he had gotten over that. Cassie was his first serious girlfriend when he was 24, and they dated for 6 weeks. He had cared about her, but they weren’t meant to be. He dated girls and continued his one-night flings for a few years, before he met Lisa. She didn’t end up being just a one-night thing, and he really thought that they would be great for each other.

While being every woman’s “Mr. Right Now”, Dean had always longed for something more, even if he didn’t admit it to anyone. He barely admitted it to himself. That being said, he used to have a recurring dream. A beautiful woman in a beautiful house, welcoming him with a passionate kiss as he came home from work. They had three children, 2 boys and a girl. He couldn’t see their faces, as it was a fantasy in his mind that would never come true. When he met Lisa, the woman had morphed into her. However, as they started to have their problems, the woman became faceless again.

Standing there in the house at that moment, images of the dream started to flash before him. The woman had a face again. This time… it was Y/N. He suddenly began to imagine her in this house with him and Dean’s heart began to beat rapidly at the thought. She belonged here. He wanted her here with him. He wanted a life with her. He couldn’t want that. He tried hard to turn the image of Y/N back into a faceless woman, but nothing happened.

He was 34 years old and his little brother had gotten married before him, and would no doubt tell him that they were having kids soon. He loved his brother and sister-in-law, but every time he looked at them it was a reminder of the fact that he may never have that. He never thought he wanted those things, but this recurring dream always told him otherwise.

A slap on his back startled him out of his daydream. Benny walked around him with Cas right behind him.

“You okay, chief?” he asked, picking up the coffee with his name on it.

Dean nodded, blinking a few times. “Yeah. Fine.”

“You sure?” Cas said, concerned when seeing his friend looking slightly out of it.

“Uh… yeah. I, um… just have a few things on my mind” Dean said, looking around the house.

“Well” Benny started, lifting up a sledgehammer. “Nothing like breaking some shit to clear your mind.”

Dean huffed a laugh and took the tool from him, walking over to the nearest wall and getting to work.

Y/N pushed her sunglasses up and pulled her brown checkered coat a little tighter around herself. Despite the sun, there was a chill in the air as brown leaves brushed over the pavement. She sat outside a café, waiting on Charlie and Meg to get there for brunch. It was Sunday and Meg always had them off, so they were taking the opportunity to see each other. Her foot tapped along to the song that came from the café, the leaves making a crunching noise as they caught under her shoe. She smiled when she saw them walking up the sidewalk, both bundled up as well. The fall was in full force and it wasn’t Y/N’s favorite in terms of weather, but she had to admit, it was incredibly beautiful as she admired the leaves changing color.

She sat up a little and kissed them both on their cheeks, as they sat down across from her. She smiled as she watched them settle in.

“I’m starving!” Meg groaned, as she looked at the menu.

“Hello to you, too” Y/N laughed at her dramatics.

“We better order quick before the demon comes out” Charlie joked, earning a side eyed glare from Meg.

Y/N laughed as she called the waitress over and they all ordered, after Charlie and Meg quickly decided what they wanted.

“So, how are things going with Mark?” Meg asked, getting straight to the point.

Y/N shrugged, knowing there wasn’t much to tell. “It’s been a good two weeks. I’m having fun with him. He’s a great guy. We’re seeing each other again tonight, for a movie.”

“That’s so great, Y/N” Charlie beamed. “I’m so glad you’re happy.”

Y/N smiled, nodding. “I am.”

Mark made her laugh and forget about everything that had happened before they met, but at the same time, she was still waiting to feel the sexual chemistry with him.

“He’s coming to your birthday dinner on Friday, right? We gotta meet this guy properly” Meg asked, as the waitress came back with their coffee orders.

“Yeah, he is. So, you can assess him then” Y/N laughed, as she took a sip of her coffee.

Charlie joined in but stopped as she wondered if she should ask Y/N what she wanted to ask at that point. “Have you… have you talked to Dean at all?”

Y/N sighed as she looked at her friend, and then shook her head after a few seconds. “No.”

“You really want to cut off from him completely?” the redhaired woman asked, her face morphing into sadness.

“I think I have to” Y/N replied, as she avoided her friend’s gaze. She knew that if she looked at her, she’d change her mind, and she couldn’t do that.

Charlie bit her lip as she and Meg looked at each other. Meg nodded, and Charlie turned to Y/N.

“What?” Y/N asked, knowing something was up.

“Y/N… Dean and Lisa broke up” Charlie told her.

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat as her eyes widened. That was the last thing she was expecting Charlie to say. “W-When?”

“A few weeks ago” Meg replied, her fingers tapping against her coffee cup, nervously.

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “And you’re telling me this now?” She was annoyed that they hadn’t bothered to tell her this for weeks.

“We wanted to, we really did” Charlie reasoned. “But Y/N, things seemed to be going great with Mark, so we thought we shouldn’t.”

Y/N looked between them. She sighed, looking down at the table and fiddling with the cutlery. “I guess you’re right.”

“It’s just that after that night,” Meg started, putting her coffee down after taking a sip. “You seemed pretty ready to move on and let him deal with whatever happened with Lisa.”

A night out with just Meg a little over a week ago, Y/N had told her what had happened with Dean. She was sure that Cas knew from Dean considering they were best friends, but she was glad that he kept it in confidence that he knew and didn’t tell Meg, despite them being a couple.

“Yeah” Y/N nodded, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts at that point. “What happened?”

“He found out about her cheating on him” Charlie replied, sadly.

Y/N’s eyes closed as she shook her head. She couldn’t believe it. Her heart was breaking for him, and all she wanted to do was go over to him and see how he was doing.

“Y/N” Charlie said, trying to get her attention.

YN shook her head as she looked at her friend, having spaced out for a few moments.

“You okay?” Charlie asked, knowing that she wasn’t but asking anyway.

“Yeah” Y/N nodded, smiling. It didn’t really convince her friends. “I’m good.”

Y/N was thankful as their food arrived and it distracted them from what they were talking about.

As Meg told them about something that had happened at the hospital recently, Y/N spaced out again. She couldn’t believe that Dean actually broke up with Lisa. Knowing the reason though, she was glad that he finally had, even if finding out she was cheating on him was the most awful thing that could ever happen. Now, Y/N found herself at a dilemma. Dean was suddenly single, and she was with someone. She really liked Mark and she was having a great time with him. She wasn’t about to break up with him just to be with someone else, but her mind kept floating back to her green-eyed neighbor. She told herself it wasn’t a good idea for several reasons.

One, she was with Mark and she was having a wonderful time with him. Two, Dean had just gotten out of the relationship and he needed some time to himself. Three… she was Mark. She couldn’t break his heart just to be with someone else. She really liked him, and he even kept her mind off Dean, sometimes. So, she wasn’t going to do anything about this new information of the breakup.

It was officially time to move on.

Y/N smiled as she walked hand-in-hand with Mark, down the sidewalk. They had just watched a movie and were walking back to the car, Mark insisting on driving her to and from their movie date. The night air was chilly, and they were thankful they were both rugged up; Mark in a long black coat over a white sweater and jeans, Y/N in a thick, high neck grey sweater, jeans and ankle boots. They were walking in content silence, but every now and then Mark would lean in and kiss her head. It had been two weeks for them and while Y/N was happy with where things were with them, she had a feeling that things were going to progress every soon. They had had several make-out sessions on her couch, but they were still yet to do anything else. It might’ve felt like it was too soon, but she really did like him and she felt they were ready to take the next step in their relationship.

As they were walking down the sidewalk, they walked past a few bars and restaurants. Suddenly, Mark’s path was cut off slightly as someone walked out from a bar and onto the sidewalk.

“Oh, sorry, man” Mark said, looking at him.

The guy turned to face them, and Y/N felt her breath stop as she saw Dean. He looked so good, wearing a leather jacket over a red and black plaid and dark blue jeans. Dean looked between her, the guy she was with and their hands joined together. So, this is him he thought as he looked at Mark.

“It’s okay” Dean said back. “Hey, Y/N” Dean said, looking at her.

“Hi, Dean” she tentatively smiled.

“You both know each other?” Mark asked, confused.

“Uh, yeah. Dean’s my neighbor” Y/N said, looking up at Mark. “Dean, this is Mark.”

Y/N watched as an older man walked out of the bar and up to Dean, looking at him.

“Everything okay?” he asked him, as looked at her and Mark.

“Yeah” Dean nodded quickly. “Dad… this is Y/N my neighbor and this is Mike” he said, introducing them.

“It’s Mark” the man in question corrected Dean.

“My mistake” Dean said, trying to give him a polite smile, but it didn’t move far enough on his face to be genuine.

Y/N took a deep breath. This was the moment she had feared most. She decided to ignore it, as she smiled at Dean’s father.

“It’s so wonderful to finally meet you, sir” she said, offering her hand. “Dean’s told me a lot about you.” She felt Mark looking at her and knew she was going to get a lot of questions later.

“Well, Dean hasn’t told me anything about you, but it’s still great to meet you, as well” John said, shaking her hand as he glanced at his son.

“We should really go” Dean said, looking between the couple and his dad.

“We should too” Y/N said, looking at Mark.

“Great to meet you, man” Mark said, offering his hand to Dean.

Dean looked down at it for a second, before he shook it. “Yeah.”

As they all dispersed, and Y/N walked back to the car with Mark, she was practically hyperventilating at the thought that Mark and Dean had now met. Albeit briefly, but they had. Dean who she had kissed. Dean who she was trying to deny her feelings for but failing miserably.

She was suddenly wishing for the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

When they got back to her house and Mark took off his coat while she kicked off her shoes, the content silence they had before meeting Dean, was now awkward. Y/N filled two glasses of water and handed one to Mark, as she waited patiently for him to say what she knew he was thinking.

“So… did something between you and Dean?” he asked, looking up at her from his glass.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because it felt a little-”

She walked over to him, cupping his jaw in her hands. “Mark, nothing ever happened between Dean and I. He was a good neighbor, invited me for dinner one night and told me a little about his family. That’s it.”

She came to the conclusion that he didn’t need to know what really happened. It was before she met him, and it shouldn’t affect them considering she didn’t know him then.

Mark sighed as he looked at her, a small smile appearing on his face. “Okay.”

She smiled and leaned up, kissing him softly. It didn’t take long for Mark to deepen it, as they wrapped their arms around each other.

“Hold on” he said, pulling away from the kiss and taking out his phone, connecting it through Bluetooth to her speaker.

So long, I’ve been looking too hard, I’ve been waiting too long

Sometimes I don’t know what I will find, I only know it’s a matter of time

Y/N laughed a little at the cheesy song choice but smiled up at him as he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist, swaying side to side. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned down, kissing her, passionately. Things began to heat up, as Y/N cupped his face, kissing him firmly. She nipped at his bottom lip and opened her mouth, their tongues meeting. He was a good kisser, even if he wasn’t quite the kisser a certain someone else was. In that moment, however, she didn’t want to think about her gorgeous green-eyed neighbor.

Mark walked them back to the couch, helping her lie down. Y/N looked up at him as she undid her jeans and pushed them down her legs, throwing them on the floor. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust as he lowered himself and wrapped his arms under her, pulling her close. His hands pulled her high collar down as his lips moved down her jaw, nipping and sucking as they landed on her neck. He moved his hips against hers, and she felt herself getting wet from the friction of him getting hard against her panties, through his jeans. He lifted his sweater and took it off, and her hands quickly reached for the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath it. She took it off him and flung it somewhere, both of them not caring. She caressed his arms, his flexed muscles rippling.

Y/N’s cupped his jaw in one hand as she kissed him, the other moving down and rubbing against the seam of his jeans. She felt him growing hard against her hand and she moaned into the kiss.

“You’re sure, right?” he breathlessly asked, going for her neck again.

“Yeah” she gasped, closing her eyes. She quickly pushed him up and sat up, pulling her sweater off, pulling it over her head and off her arms.

Mark stared down at her light pink lacy bra and groaned. “Shit, baby.” He leaned in and kissed her, his hands in her hair.

Y/N started unbuckling his belt and pulled it through the loops, as he fumbled with taking his wallet out of his back pocket. He took out a foil packet and she took it from his hands. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock. He was a reasonable size, and she looked up into his eyes as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, pumping her hand slowly. She leaned back and laid down on the couch, biting her lip as she smiled up at him. He took the packet and tried opening it with one hand, but it fell out of his hand, disappearing somewhere on the couch.

“Oh shit” he whispered, laughing slightly.

“It’s okay, let me see where it is” she said, laughing along with him as she felt around for the foil packet. “If I don’t find it, I’ve started back on the pill, so we should be good.”

It was a moment or two before she found it, lodged under a couch cushion. She waved it with a smile and went to open the packet, but her eyes widened as she looked down at him. His hard on had gone down, becoming flaccid again, in the time that it had taken to find the condom.

Mark noticed her expression and looked down, cursing. “Oh shit, I-I-I uh,” he stuttered.

Y/N tried to calm him down, putting her hands on his shoulders. “It’s okay…”

“No, no, it’s not-” he shook his head, but stopped when she cupped his face, making her look at him.

“Mark” she said, shaking her head. “It’s honestly okay. It happens sometimes. It’s okay. Seriously.”

“Okay.” He nodded as he moved away from her, reached for his boxers and quickly put them on.

“Hey” she whispered, cupping his jaw. “I mean it.”

“Thanks.” He tried to smile but couldn’t. “I should go” he said, disappointed. He avoided her gaze, frowning. He quickly got up and got dressed again.

She walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Look at me.”

He looked at her, still frowning. She leaned in, pecking his lips, softly.

“We’ll try again soon, and it’ll be amazing” she smiled, wagging her eyebrows. “Okay?”

His lips turned up in a small smile as he nodded. “Yeah.”

She kissed him again, a little harder this time, a way to emphasise what she just said.

“Get some sleep” she whispered against his lips. “I’ll see you on Friday, right?”

“Yeah” he said, as he moved away from her.

“Goodnight” she smiled.

“Goodnight” he said, as he picked up his coat and put it on. He walked over to the door and looked back at her.  She smiled at him and blew him a kiss, trying to cheer him up.

“Bye” he called out.

She gave him a little wave as he walked through the door, closing it behind him.

Y/N’s mind was racing. Maybe what happened just now was because it hadn’t been very long in their relationship. Maybe they needed longer than 2 weeks to decide how they felt about each other and for the connection to form. It wasn’t his fault, and she knew that; it did happen sometimes.

They would try again. She was determined to try again because she did like him.

Or maybe she needed to stop trying to deny what she felt for the man who lived across the street. Would it be easier to end things with Mark now and move on with Dean? She shook her head, as she really thought it through. She couldn’t break Mark’s heart after what just happened, and Dean had just broken with Lisa recently. She kept coming back to the fact that he needed some time to himself.

She really wanted to make things work with Mark. Tonight didn’t turn out like she thought it would, but she couldn’t let it be a setback.

“So… Y/N” John said, smirking at his son as they walked back to their cars.

“Dad” Dean groaned, shaking his head.

“You failed to mention who she was, so clearly there’s something I’m missing” John smiled, as he dissected the situation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Dean denied as they reached where the Impala and his dad’s truck were parked.

John chuckled as he turned to face his son. “You just denied it which means it’s serious.” John looked at him knowingly.

Dean shook his head as he looked at his father. “It’s nothing.”

Dean knew that admitting it wouldn’t change anything. She was still with him. It wouldn’t make a difference.

“Okay” John said, not believing him. “I’ll get it outta ya eventually. Or Sam will.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Bye, dad.”

“Bye” John said, with another small chuckle.

They hugged and went their separate ways, with a promise from Dean that he’d be over during the week for dinner. As he drove home, his mind was on Y/N again. She was a constant thought and quite frankly, he didn’t think he could take it anymore. If his mind could stop teasing him with thoughts of her while he couldn’t do anything about it, it would make life more tolerable.

As he went to bed that night, he knew that it was too good to be true. He drifted to sleep, his thoughts morphing into dreams of Y/N and the life they could have together.

A life he desperately wanted with her but knew he couldn’t have.

-x-

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[magalidragon]

So this is in response to a prompt ask I got awhile back from @freesoulladyaic— they requested beauty underneath and I am not sure exactly what but I think there was a mixup for which prompt list and number was requested so I went with the one I thought made most sense I hope you don’t mind and so sorry it has been so long! Enjoy!

Prompt: “I prefer you naked but that dress looks really good on you too.”

"Fuck!"

"Language."

Jon looked up from where he'd stabbed his thumb with a pin, a series of them stuck between his lips.  He made a face at his wife, who was on the other side of the room, working on another dress form.  He lifted up the yards of shades of red soft organza and tulle, which he'd been alternating in a macrame styling on the bodice of the gown.  He'd been pinning them to the waist, already marked on the form.  It was giving it a very ethereal look, but with the deep colors, indicative of the Targaryen crest, the overlay looked equal parts ash and fire.

He finished off the bodice, taking the remaining pins from his mouth, and turned the form, frowning at the back, where he wanted to make the two straps criss-crossing from shoulder to waist thicker, both in black.  The red was just the detailing.  He pursed his lips, contemplating how best to achieve this, and felt eyes on him.  He lifted his, meeting Dany's gaze across the studio.  He smirked.  "What?"

"You're so focused, so intense."  She licked her lips, arching her brow teasingly. She purred, "You know what that does to me."

"Keep it in your pants, we've got dresses to finish."

"Hmm, the auteur himself, Jon Snow, working on his creation."  She sauntered over, in her long black housecoat, which she wore when working, her feet bare on the hardwood and jeans rolled at the cuffs.  Her hair was bound up in a scarf, kept from her eyes while she worked.  It was a decidedly unsexy look, measuring tape over her shoulder, pincushion strapped to her wrist and her pockets heavy with thread and a little set of scissors tucked into a brace on her other wrist, like she was some sort of sewing superhero.

He smirked up at her, the stool he was on swiveling over to her.  "Well I promised the client that I would have my best men on it."  He puffed his chest.  "And that happens to be me."

"Funny, I thought I was the client."

"You are, what do you think so far?"  He chewed his bottom lip, studying her face as she perused the fabric draped and pinned to the form.  He pretended like her opinion meant nothing to him, but in reality it was the only one that mattered.  If there was even a hint of dislike, he'd destroy the entire thing and start again.  It worked both ways.

She trailed a finger along the macrame detailing, the straps across the back, and lifted up the tulle strewn along the floor.  On the table he had sketches of the design, fabric samples pinned to a board on an easel, and at least one of the leather leggings he'd been sewing to go underneath.  While she studied everything, he got up, too nervous to watch her, and went into the adjoining office, picking up his vape.

Clamping his lips around it, he puffed, holding it in his mouth like a 'binkie' as Dany teased him, and picked up some sales reports, flicking through the assessments from their CFO.  They'd poached Willas Tyrell from his grandmother, mostly because he was bored with the steadiness of the established company and wanted something new.  He was brilliant, had taken their sales higher than even Jon had imagined-- and that was pretty far.

Dragonwolf had become the most sought after couture house in Westeros, while he transitioned L.Stark into an upscale ready-to-wear line, headed by Sansa.  Dany still maintained her CEO position over Dracarys, but Missandei had taken over as creative director.  It afforded him more time, he'd discovered, to do the things he really enjoyed doing.

Hanging out with Ghost, coming up with new creations, and Dany, not necessarily in that order.

He sucked down the fake smoke from the vape, tricking his brain it was actually a real cigarette, the action habitual and relaxing his nerves.  He sank into his chair, glancing at the photo of his mother he kept on the edge of the desk, smiling briefly at the image of her laughing, arms around him as he was wrapped up in fabric from playing in her studio.  His gaze darted to the image right beside it, of Dany in the same pose, hugging him after she had wrapped him up in fabric too.  It was in the same place, the same location he'd just come from, their private studio in the old townhome in Winterfell.

The vape still between his lips, he moved to the window, cranking it open and blowing smoke into the nighttime air, glancing towards the castle up on the hill.  The dresses were for the annual Winter's Eve Gala event, something of a who's who in the zoo of the Westerosi peerage and entertainment industry.  It was a chance for the Starks to show off the castle, everyone to arrive dripping in icy couture and jewels, and pretend like they gave a shit about the lesser people among them. There would be a famous silent auction, fundraising for the Lyanna Stark Memorial Fund-- which was incredibly important to his heart-- along with an award that would honor someone who had contributed significantly to Lyanna's chosen cause-- orphaned children.

But the thing people seemed to care most about was what everyone would be wearing.

He was making Dany's dress and she was making a dress for a new young actress as well as the young cousin of her friend Ser Jorah Mormont.  Lyanna Mormont was a Lady, technically, but you wouldn't know it.  She was a pistol.  This would be her first big event after her first movie had hit the scene, garnering her immediate raves and attention.  It was a big deal for her to be getting a chance to wear a Dracarys creation, especially handmade by Dany herself, but it was the least Dany said she could do for the young girl who made her smile and laugh every single time she encountered her.

Jon finished his vape, returning to the studio, and found Dany back to work on Lyanna's dress.  There were no notes left for him, so he continued to work, both of them silent.  He kept at it, accepting her kiss and murmured "don't stay up too late" with a distracted nod, remaining at his station into the night.  He pinned and draped and sewed, every stitch even, like his mother taught him.

Around two in the morning, his eyes burned, but he leaned back in his chair, feet up on his desk, and Ghost under his legs, fast asleep.  He was working on the leggings, finding hand-sewing leather to actually be a relaxing task.  It was soft in his hands, buttery almost, and he likened it to his mother, watching her work on making her own riding clothes.  He took a deep breath, slowly releasing it, and pulled on thread, slipping it in and out, until his eyes drooped further and further, until he was fast asleep.

--

The suit he'd chosen to wear was one of Dany's. The irony of L.Stark by Jon Snow, award winning and bestselling couture men's designer wearing a suit from anyone but his own line, especially Dracarys.  It was something he never would have thought possible two years ago when they were at the height of their hatred for each other.  Nay, he corrected himself, it wasn't hating, it was unresolved tension, best resolved by the explosion most everyone witnessed at the MET gala.

He adjusted his tie in the mirror, smoothing the velvet brocade over his chest, eyeing Ghost, who looked like he wanted to run up to him.  He pointed his finger, warning.  "No way. This is black velvet.  I'll never get your fur out."

Ghost wagged his tail, thankfully staying put on the bed.

Indeed, it was an incredibly comfortable and finely detailed suit, black silk tie with matching black velvet brocade along it-- if you got close enough you could see it was wolves and dragons running and tangling throughout, swirls of flames and snow following them.  That was a hallmark of Dany-- her ability to tell stories with her designs and the intricacies of her attention to detail.

He left their room, knowing she was elsewhere in the suite at Winterfell, where they'd deigned to stay that evening to prepare for the event.  He thought it a little silly; they would have to pretend to "leave" just to "arrive" at the same location and walk up the icy blue carpet with photographers.

Price they paid, he supposed, for business.

He left the suite, taking his time down the set of stone stairs spiraling down from their sitting and bedroom areas, into a receiving hall.  Davos was already waiting, their constant taskmaster, and he had Satin floating about somewhere.  "Where's Arya?" he asked.

"I believe she said and I quote 'fuck this shit, I'm not going.'"

He snorted, fixing his cufflinks.  "Sounds about right."

Davos checked his watch.  "I'll go check on the car."

"Stupid Davos, this is stupid."

"It's just a whip around the block."  Davos nodded, signing, resigned.  "Although aye, it is stupid."

"What's stupid?"

Jon heard Dany's voice before he saw her, and turned, looking up the stairs to where she was at the top, waiting for him.  He gaped, mute, and jaw dropping the moment his eyes rested on her form.  It took his brain a second to catch up with his body, which was already responding in kind, and another second for his voice to return.

He choked, watching her smirk at him, knowing exactly how she appeared and what she was doing.  Especially with the slow descent she took, every step tiny, allowing the full effect of her appearance to settle.  He could not believe it.

It was one thing to see a dress on paper, another in progress, and even the final version on the form or on a model down the runway.

It was another when it was on the person who inspired it, who it was meant for, from the first sketch to the final stitch.

Dany floated down the stairs, the dress whispering around her, the crimson and black rippling through the soft tulle.  It gave her a fairy-like appearance, but it was the black macrame, the black strappy heels on her feet, and her black fingernails, leather leggings, and crimson lips that warned eveyrone she was no simpering little thing.  She would burn you alive.

The skirt floated about her and she had topped it off with the see-through tulle gloves he'd made at the last minute.  Her silver tresses were spun in a complicated braided style, mountains of them criss-crossing and tangling in a crown about her head.

Someone asked her once why she always wore her hair in such intricate braids-- it had become her trademark.  "When I was growing up I learned a lot about the Dothraki tradition of a braid for a victory," she explained.  She had smirked.  "I grew up with the Dothraki.  They were my family.  I have never been defeated.  The braids show that."

Jon couldn't believe how gorgeous she was.

Or how lucky he happened to be.

He unstuck his tongue from the roof of his mouth, found his voice.  "You know, I prefer you naked but that dress looks really good on you too."

Dany beamed, her smile beatific.  She offered her elbow to him, to take and lead her away to their car, but instead he lifted her hand delicately, even though that had was stronger than anyone would have thought at first look.  Eyes on hers, unblinking, he dragged his fingertips up the tulle, delighting in her breathy hiss.

He dipped under the top of the glove, above her elbow, and began to peel it down, agonizingly slow.  Her pupils dilated and mouth fell, her tongue darting out to nervously wet her lips.  He plucked at fingers, removing the glove.  With her skin bared, he stroked her forearm and then lifted her knuckles to his lips, brushing over them.

"Jon," she gasped, brows arching.  "We're going to be late."

"Do you think I care?"

"It took forever to get into this dress and look like this."

He spun her into his arms, tossing the glove down, and nosed at her neck, whispering along her racing pulse.  "I made the dress, I'll be careful."

"Not a word in your vocabulary."

He didn't acknowledge that, because he was kissing her.  After a moment, he lifted her under her knees, hurrying her back towards the stairs, to her delighted giggles.

Occupational hazard, he thought, later when they were late, racing down the carpet instead of allowing photos taken.  He made her the dresses, even though honestly, she looked good in anything.  Or nothing, as the case may be.

"Dany, who are you wearing?" someone called out.

Dany shouted back.  "Who do you think?"

He laughed, racing after her and not even bothering to answer the same question directed at him.

[dlwritings]

Call Him Hers | Dean Winchester | pt 6

series masterlist found here

general masterlist found here

pairing - Mark-of-Cain!Dean x plus-size!reader word count - 2,769 warnings - language, someone is an asshole to (Y/N)

(A/N) - find my Office reference lol

summary - (Y/N), Charlie, and the Winchesters are headed to the reunion! With a new friend and a hot outfit, (Y/N) is feeling pretty optimistic. Like Dean says, the night’s just gonna be fun. What could go wrong?

(previous) (next)

Charlie insisted on (Y/N) and Dean getting ready separately, just like she had the night they went out to the bars. (Y/N) knew now that Charlie was right and she couldn’t wear jeans and a flannel, so she reluctantly asked her what else she packed for her. “Well, your school colors are blue and white, right?” she asked. (Y/N) nodded. “Well, then I got you this.” She went in her bag and pulled out a short blue wrap dress with spaghetti straps and a deep neckline. (Y/N) clenched her jaw and raised her eyebrows.

“Seriously?” she said.

“You still don’t trust me?” Charlie said back. “Even after how Dean looked at you the other night?” (Y/N) groaned and surrendered, knowing she was right, as usual. She went to the bathroom to change, curl her hair, and add a bit of intensity to her makeup. She had only been in there for all of ten minutes when there was a knock at the door. She opened it, one hand still on her curling iron, to reveal Charlie. She immediately started wolf whistling at her, gawking and pretending to drool like she was a piece of meat.

“Get out before I suffocate you with hairspray,” (Y/N) said to her. Charlie blew her a kiss.

“Sam texted,” she said. “Dean’s gonna be ready in twenty. Me and Sam have to head out to get ready for the catering thing.”

“Okay,” she said. “Leave the door unlocked for Dean then. I’ll probably still be getting ready when he gets here.”

“Okay,” Charlie said with a nod. “Good luck tonight.” (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “You too?”

“You know what I mean,” Charlie said.

“I really don’t,” (Y/N) said back.

Charlie groaned in annoyance. “If you don’t make a move on Dean, I’m gonna make one for you.” (Y/N) held her hands up with a short shake of her head.

“What does that even mean?”

Charlie opened her mouth to say something only to close it again.

“Right,” (Y/N) said with a slight chuckle. “Go. I’ll see you at the school.”

Once (Y/N) was alone, she grabbed her phone to play some music as she got ready. She had a playlist called Dean Approved that she would play when Dean was in the room. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a fan of the same music he was, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have some Demi Lovato marathons from time to time. But if Dean walked in and heard her playing Cool for the Summer, she wasn’t sure he’d ever let her live it down.

She finished adding some curls to her hair and braiding a headband across her head with a few sections just as her favorite Night Ranger song, Sister Christian started to play. She bounced on the balls of her feet as she danced around the bathroom, singing along to the song.

“Motorin! What’s your price for flight? *na na na na na na* And finding Mr Right?”

“Really?” (Y/N) jumped out of her skin and turned around to see Dean. She hadn’t been looking in the mirror, too busy going through her makeup bag, which was why she hadn’t seen him walk in.

“What?” she asked once she caught her breath.

Dean laughed. “Na na na na na na?”

“I like to sing to the instrumental,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him when he mocked the way she mimicked the guitar tune.

She leaned over the counter a bit, trying to get closer to the mirror as she applied her eyeliner. Dean had to bite his lips just so he wouldn’t moan at the way the fabric hugged her ass. He knew if she bent over anymore, he’d have a perfect view of her underwear.

Unless she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Well,” Dean said, clearing his throat. “You are boner-ific.”

He made the joke to get his mind off the truth behind it.

“Ew,” she said, scrunching her nose up with a grin as she looked at his reflection. “Please don’t ever say that to me again.”

Dean laughed. “I’m just saying. You look good.” She capped her eyeliner and turned to look at Dean. He must’ve known her school colors too, because he was wearing royal blue slacks that perfectly matched her dress, a white button-up dress shirt, and some brown dress shoes.

“Well,” she said, composing herself a bit and reaching out to brush her hand across his shoulder. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

She passed Dean to leave the bathroom and saw Charlie left her a pair of shoes. They were gold, strappy heels, and she sighed as soon as she saw them. “If I have to kick any ass tonight in these heels,” she said, “I will not be happy.”

“Don’t worry,” Dean said. “Tonight’s just gonna be fun. I can feel it.”

“Oh you can feel it?” she repeated sarcastically. “Well then I’m ready.” Dean rolled his eyes at her with a grin and grabbed her hand.

“C’mon,” he said. “I’m ready to show off my smokin’ wife.”

“You know,” she said, “your positivity is really ruining my cynical mood.” Dean just laughed, and the two of them headed off to school.

On the drive over, they ran through their game plan. They had talked with Charlie and Sam, and they split up the targets amongst themselves to observe throughout the night. She’d keep an eye on Jennifer and Chris, Dean would watch Ryan and Jojo, Charlie would watch Danny, and Sam would look out for anyone else who might look suspicious. The other two suspects (Jamie and Natasha) weren’t at the reunion, so they were really banking on one of these five being their vamp.

(Y/N) couldn’t lie. After her whole interaction with Jennifer, she was feeling more comfortable about going to the reunion. Nicole and Stephanie were nice to talk to, and it looked like things between her and Jennifer weren’t as horrible as they once seemed. Now that she could actually relax about the whole event, she hoped she’d be able to achieve a little bit more in terms of the job.

She and Dean walked inside the school and were immediately met with loud music. They were playing all the tunes that were the biggest hits when she graduated in 2005. After only being there for 15 minutes, they heard Beverly Hills by Weezer, Sugar, We’re Goin Down by Fall Out Boy, and My Humps by The Black Eyed Peas. There were some similarities to her prom, except she was much happier and had the best looking man on her arm.

The two of them got some drinks and made their way through the gym, looking at all the photos and paraphernalia Jennifer had managed to get together. Just like she had told her earlier in the day, Jennifer had done an awesome job organizing the event. Her senior class picture was blown up and hanging on the wall, and there were some other blown up prints that were scattered throughout the room. She recognized some of the events: the homecoming football game, her senior prom, the school’s musical, and spirit week. Some people had a great high school experience.

“(Y/N)! Dean!”

They both turned around and saw Nicole and Stephanie sitting at a table, so they smiled and headed over. “(Y/N) you’re looking hot,” Nicole said as they sat down. “Dean, you’re a lucky man.” Dean smiled -though it didn’t meet his eyes- and nodded.

Sure, he was a lucky man, but only until this job was over.

“I know,” he said. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side and looked at him, silently trying to ask him if he was okay. He just leaned forward and placed a kiss to her lips. She was a little caught off guard, but she hid it well. She knew her cheeks turned pink as he pulled away. She took a large sip of her drink and smiled at Nicole and Stephanie.

“So this looks great, right?”

The four of them chatted for a long time. Jennifer and Alec came over at one point to join them, and they all praised her on how well it was turning out. Most other people didn’t pay them any attention, and (Y/N) truthfully didn’t mind. Dean at one point stepped away to get more food (in actuality, just to chat with Sam) and Nicole and Stephanie both gave her sweet smiles. “What?” she asked with a laugh. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Okay,” Stephanie laughed, holding her hands up, “I may not be attracted to men, but even I’ll say it. Dean’s smokin’.”

“And the way he looks at you,” Nicole gushed. “God. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“You know,” (Y/N) said, gazing over at Dean, “Jennifer said the same thing. I just don’t see it.”

“Well,” Nicole said, “he only does it when you’re not looking. Sometimes he looks away like you’re two nervous teens and he doesn’t want to get caught. It’s completely endearing.”

As they were gazing over at Dean, (Y/N) caught a glimpse of Chris. He was looking around, and something about him was putting her off. When she saw him head for the exit, she excused herself from the table and casually went to follow him. She cursed her heels for clicking against the linoleum, and there was a part of her that was grateful when he left the school so her footsteps wouldn’t be as loud.

When Chris made his way down to the pool house, she felt her thigh holster just to make sure her knife was still where it needed to be. She couldn’t exactly carry a machete with her, so her knife soaked in vampire poison would have to do. She snuck into the pool house and grabbed her flashlight from her handbag, holding it up as she crept through the dark building. Rookie mistake, she thought, the minute something hard hit her over the head.

-

When Dean got back to the table, he was confused when (Y/N) wasn’t there. “Oh, I think she ran to the bathroom or something,” Nicole said with a wave of her hand. “She just stepped out, like, a minute ago.”

“Great,” Dean said. “Thanks.”

He left the gym, knowing the bathroom was probably the last place (Y/N) actually was. When he stepped out of the gym, he checked his phone and saw that he missed a text from her: Tailing Chris. Looks like pool house.

“Fuck,” Dean mumbled. He shot Sam and Charlie a quick text explaining what was happening and jogged down to the pool house.

He opened the door and walked in, keeping his flashlight off and his machete in hand, grateful he could hide the latter in his coat at the event. He knew she only had a knife with vampire poison, and he hoped she was able to survive with it.

Before he knew it, he was out cold.

-

She woke up tied to a pole in the pool house. Beside her, Dean was still unconscious. “Shit,” she mumbled to herself, fighting against the ropes she was tied with. “Dean.” She tried to speak loud enough to wake him up but quiet enough that whoever had captured her didn’t hear.

She heard someone come into the room and tensed, looking in the direction of the sound.

“How long have you been turned?” she asked as soon as Chris crept out of the shadows.

“Well,” he said sarcastically, tapping his finger against his chin, “how long has Amanda been missing?”

“Three weeks,” she answered.

“Then three weeks,” he said with a smile.

“How many are in your nest?” she asked. She was just trying to bide her time before Dean woke up and managed to get out his pocket knife and cut through his ropes. This was why she hated wearing dresses. No pockets for hiding tools!

“You really just want all my secrets, don’t you (Y/N)?” he asked with a grin.

“I guess so,” she said.

“Well, I hate to break it to you,” he said, “but I’m the only one left. A couple other hunters came by and killed off the rest of the nest.”

“Who were they?”

Chris shrugged. “Didn’t bother to learn their names before I killed them.”

Dean woke up then, and she and Chris both turned to look at him. “Well, good morning, Mr. Winchester,” Chris said, crouching in front of Dean. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’ve been dying to meet you.”

“Look man,” Dean said, shaking his head a bit to clear away the fuzziness in his brain, “I don’t swing that way.”

“Mm,” Chris said, standing up. “Just as charming as they say.”

“So what’s your play here, Chris?” (Y/N) asked as Chris fished his phone out of his pocket. “Are you turning these girls? Trying to build a new nest?”

“No, no,” Chris said casually, waving his hand as he put his phone back in his pocket after typing something out. “I’m just killing them.” He sauntered over to her and crouched in front of her. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Because if I turned you, you’d have a family.” She swallowed thickly and clenched her jaw, refusing to break eye contact with Chris. If she did that, he won. “You see, you’re so desperate for love. You cling to guys like the Winchesters here-” He waved offhandedly to Dean. “-in a pathetic attempt to make up for your dad. You remember your dad, right?” She bit her tongue and breathed heavily through her nose. “You think we didn’t notice? All of us at school? Think Shawn didn’t tell us about how your daddy used to hit you? We’d have a nice laugh about it, because you might not’ve been able to see it, but we all could.”

“See what?” she asked. She couldn’t help it. He was saying all the things that would get her to cave. She knew she fell into his trap, but she wasn’t sure she cared.

Chris grinned. “How no one could ever love you. How Shawn was always pretending. How your dad couldn’t handle pretending anymore. We saw your present, (Y/N), and it sure wasn’t hard to see your future.” He looked over at Dean before turning to her again. “And we were right, because Dean here? Dean doesn’t love you either. How could he? How could anyone love a girl like you?”

She felt tears pooling in her eyes, and she hung her head so he wouldn’t see them. Her action just made him laugh and lift her chin with his fingers. “Get away from her before I break every bone in your body,” Dean suddenly growled. Chris looked over at him with an amused smirk. “I’ll fucking kill you, man, I swear to god.” Chris stood up and walked over to Dean.

“I really think this is bullshit, man,” he said, motioning between her and Dean. “I just don’t get it. You’re obviously pretending for her, but why go as far as marriage? Why pretend you love her that much? Unless-” He gasped like he cracked the whole case. “Oh! This is all fake! You’re not actually married, are you?” He started laughing, resting his hand on his stomach as he threw his head back. “That is hilarious. God, you-” He turned to her again. “You really are pathetic.”

Chris grabbed a knife from the inside of his jacket and walked back over to her. “You know, Dean,” Chris said, crouching in front of her again. “I think (Y/N) over here might really love you. I think you might be pretending, but for her, she thinks she can make it real. Because I know for a fact-” He gently ran the tip of the knife against her chest. “-she’s not wearing a bra. And her underwear?” He grinned. “Practically see-through. I think she was hoping for some action with you tonight.”

Her cheeks were bright red, and she knew there were tears falling from her eyes. She was embarrassed, and if Dean hadn’t broken out of his restraints yet, she wasn’t sure he was going to. Was she going to die after getting humiliated by some loser from high school?

“You know,” she said, sniffing to stop her tears, “you used to be an alright guy, Chris. A little creepy, but not an asshole. Not like this.”

Chris shrugged. “Well, people change.”

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