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dean winchester x reader
angst, childhood lovers to enemies (potentially to lovers again), i love writing angsty dean I'm sorry. warning - I hardly edit any of my writing sorry
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cause that's just the way life goes ...
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You were 16 when you met Dean Winchester, he and his brother Sam were new to your school. The moment you met you instantly had a crush on the boy, he was charming, funny, dangerous, and downright sexy. The only problem was every other girl in your grade felt the same thing, hell even some of the guys did. Dean had the kind of energy when he walked into a room all eyes were on him. It wasn't until a few months later when you would finally speak to him, it turns out his dad and yours were friends; hunting friends. Okay maybe friends is too much, more like acquaintances, they would help each other if they were hunting the same thing. John and your father had decided now that John was to be in your hometown for at least the next few months that the three of you kids could keep each other company.
The first time the three of you met officially it was a horrible stormy night. Something straight out of a horror movie, the rain was pelting against the windows, making them rattle, and thunder clapped so loud in the distance it sounded as though the apocalypse was beginning. John came over to your house with Sam and Dean to sit down with your father and go over the lore of whatever monster they were hunting now. "Darlin' you remember John Winchester?" Your dad said lazily, gesturing to the elder Winchester. You just nodded politely. "Well these are his sons, Dean and little Sam. " He continued. "I know, I've met them already." Both fathers looked at you confused for a moment. "I mean, they started at school last month. I think I have a couple classes with Dean." You shrugged, trying to play it off. You caught Dean's expression from the corner of your eye, he was smirking at you, one eyebrow raised in interest.
As the two men retreated to spend the night in the study you were left standing in the kitchen with Sam and Dean, awkwardly. "I'll show you both to the living room, we can order a pizza or something?" You turned on your heels and the boys followed you into the next room. You sat on one end of the couch, Sam on the other and Dean sat in the armchair across from you. Sam started flicking absentmindedly through the tv channels, trying to drown out the uncomfortable silence. "It must be nice to have a real home and don't have to move schools all the time." Sam spoke up. "Uh yeah, I guess it's alright. I mean it'd be even better if dad wasn't a hunter at all." You gave the young boy a sympathetic smile. You looked up to see Dean still staring at you, you couldn't tell if he was eyeing you off or judging you; but either way it looked like he was about to eat you. You felt your face heat up, your crush sitting meters across from you, in your house. It was unreal.
The rest of the night dragged on, you watched a few movies and ordered pizza, none of you talking very much. Eventually Sam fell asleep so you got up off the couch to cover him with a blanket. As you passed Dean to pick up the blanket he finally spoke up. "So what classes do we have together?" He asked innocently. "What?" You asked startled. "When your dad was introducing us you said we have a few classes together. A beautiful girl like you, I'd remember. So I'm curious." You were stunned, there's no way he just said that. "Um I think English and history maybe." You answered, sitting back down besides the sleeping boy. "No wonder I haven't seen you." He laughed. "There's no way anyone could make me sit in the most boring classes of the day." You rolled your eyes, yeah sure they were tedious but you actually wanted to graduate. "So what do you do with all your spare time then? Surely not studying?" Now it was Dean's turn to blush, you had heard a few notorious stories about Dean and a certain janitor's closet. He just shrugged and ran a hand through his hair.
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Ever since that night Dean started showing up to his English and history classes, and not only showing up but coming in early to make sure he had the seat beside you. During breaks he would find you out by the football field and join you for lunch. You had so much in common, not just your unstable life as a hunter's kid but same taste in music and cars. It felt like you finally met your soulmate.
Eight months later it was time for the Winchester's to move on. The longest they had stayed anywhere (thanks to Dean) but John wouldn't be delayed any longer, he had a lead two states away and was determined to follow it. The night before he left, Dean snuck in through your window to say goodbye. Gifting you a dainty necklace adorned with your birthstone - you didn't even realise Dean knew what a birthstone was! "What's this for Dean? So my heart can break everytime I put it on?" You ask, looking up at the boy with tears in your eyes. He takes your left hand, running his thumb over your knuckles comfortingly. "No, this isn't goodbye forever, just for now. Just until dad ganks this son of a bitch and then I can come and see you again. I promise. Just wanted to get something for my favourite girl." He leant down to place a kiss on the top of your head. Wrapping your arms around him you pulled him in for the tightest hug you could muster. "I don't believe you, but I still love you." You chuckle against his chest. You feel his heart skip a beat, pausing before he replies "I love you too."
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It didn't take long after graduating high school for you to fall into the hunter's life. After spending your senior year fighting with your dad about the future, you did exactly what he expected and gave in. He had taught you how to hunt from the age you could hold a shotgun.
It was the reason your mum left.
Although you were fulfilling your destiny of becoming a hunter, you refused to hunt with him. After a particularly explosive fight you called your boyfriend. Dean knew about your daily arguments but he also could feel that this one was different. This fight was bad enough, pushed you far enough to call him crying and begging to meet him wherever he was. Dean was currently hunting a vampire nest with John only a six hour drive from you. The minute your phone lit up with an address you jumped in your car and sped off. Not looking back for a second.
"She's on her way." Dean announced to John, shoving his phone back into his pocket. John sighed in response "she'll get her anger out on this hunt then she'll drive right back home. Don't expect her to stay with us. Even if she wants to, the answer's no." He said solemnly. "I don't think so, this is different. She hates this life, so it'd have to be really bad." John nodded not looking up from his paper. He tolerated yours and Dean's relationship. He had nothing against you personally, he just didn't believe you could be in a relationship and live their life. He would put up with you for as long as it took you to realise that and run off to find someone stable.
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That was almost four years ago. Since then you had joined the Winchester family on most of their hunts, surprising John with not only how well you could research and retain lore information but also how quick you were in a fight.
You had begun to grow close to Sam, he was like your best friend and the little brother you never had. When you were left alone to research he would often confide in you his feelings and dreams for the future.
One evening Dean returned to the motel alone, John abandoned him for a dive bar down the road, to you and Sam asleep on the couch. Your head resting atop his, your hoodie covering the younger boy from the chill in the air. Dean adored how you loved Sammy, how you both got along and you took care of him. He kissed your cheek and noticed how cold you were. Removing his eather jacket and gently placing it around your shoulders before settling into bed for the night. He didn't dare wake the two of you.
Over the years, you had the privilege of watching Sam grow into a young man and live out his dream of leaving the hunting life for college. The weekend before he left he made sure to visit you to say goodbye. Hugging you goodbye and making sure you had his new number but not before making you promise you wouldn't give it to Dean or John. "Cross my heart. I'll take this phone number to my grave along with every embarrassing crush you've told me about." You giggled, making an x across your heart. "Okay, okay, thank you. I just want to start over and I can't if they're trying to track me down." He smiled sadly. You looked up at Sam (he had now grown 10 feet tall and towered over you) "I get it but I can't promise they won't try to track you down anyways." You shrugged before giving the boy one final hug goodbye. "Good luck little Sammy." You joked as he left for good.
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Ever since Sam left things had become tense among the Winchesters. Well, more tense than they already were. John was more irritable, it seemed like he would take his sadness and frustration out on you, yelling at the smallest mistakes or refusing to give you details on their next hunt. Dean was torn, it was wearing him down, trying to deal with his brother leaving and his father and girlfriend fighting. You had had enough and had thoughts about leaving for awhile, just taking a few solo hunts away from John until things cooled down - you really wished you could steal Dean away as well but that would make things so much worse.
"-absolutely not! You go out there and do what needs to be done Dean. This has been going on for far too long and you know it." You heard John shout from inside his and Dean's motel room. "You don't know what you're talking about, she's the best damn hunter we've ever worked with." Dean responded, sounding just as furious. You hesitated going inside. You were going to tell Dean about your plan to give John some space but now, now they were fighting about you. You took a step back, you couldn't just leave without saying goodbye, so you waited. Anxiously twisting the birthstone around your neck your back against the wall, you waited for the screaming match to be over.
"She's bad news, always has been. Just like her damn father Dean. You can't keep dragging her around, it ain't fair." "I love her. " Dean growled. "You wouldn't know love if it hit you in the face." And with that the motel door flung open to reveal a furious Dean.
Tears stung your eyes, threatening to overflow. "How much of that did you hear?" Dean asked. "Enough." Dean took a deep breath and led you away from the motel door. "Look, I'm sorry. Honestly I never wanted you to hear that fight. But there's something I gotta say." Your breath caught in your throat, it felt like you were going to puke. You couldn't say anything back, so you just waited for him to go on, "I-Jesus-I can't do this anymore." He chokes out. "We need to break up." Tears pour down your cheeks silently. "We need to? Or John wants us to?" You seethe. "We need to. It's not fair, you never wanted this life. I know what you wanted, you truly want what Sam left for. An apple pie life. You could still go to College, meet someone normal. I can't, no I won't, keep bringing you down like this." His voice raises. "Seriously? After everything. You're giving in?" Nothing. Dean stands there, looking like a lost puppy. "Fine, I'll leave, I know when I'm not wanted. But before I go, I hope you're aware you sound just like John now. Congratulations." You whip around and walk as fast as your legs will take you to your car. Speeding off down the highway, making sure to stick your middle finger out the window for Dean to see.
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currently writing a part 2
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Clark Kentâs birthday canonically being February 29th is hysterical to me. Not because itâs meant to jokingly explain away how Superman is a timeless character, but because it implies Martha and Jonathan Kent found an alien baby in a cornfield, and when pressed to choose a birthday for their new baby, they gave him the most difficult birthday possible.
#kind of mean to do to your new son. but funny#clark kent#superfam#martha kent#jonathan kent#heroesriseandfall
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Frowny Face
Summary: Nobara and Itadori try to figure out the similarities between Megumi and his son. They manage to find that the infamous Zen'in frowny face is a dominant trait.
Tags: Megumi x F!Reader, Humor, Fluff, SFW, 1200 wc
Notes: I had this drafted for weeks. After seeing the epilogue and the grandkids, wish I had posted sooner, I felt there wasn't a more appropriate time for this. Happy belated-birthday 'gumi.
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âNo, no, look again, he definitely has his eyes,â Itadori points out.
Nobara lowers her face towards the baby currently blinking at the two of them from the comfort of his plush crib. Megumi stands off to the side, arms loosely crossed over his chest and an increasingly spreading scowl as his two friends, if he could call them that right now, poke and prod at his kid.
Nobara was the first one to point out how much his child was growing and starting to resemble his parents before noticing that his new emerging features leaned heavily to your side of the family, leading to this search to pick out their similarities.
âIâm not seeing it,â Nobara disagrees, failing to find the hint of dark blue that Itadori swears he can see in the babyâs right pupil. To her, all she can see is black all the way through both eyes, like the majority of the Zenâin clan geezers from those centuries old family books she helped Maki trash; unfortunately, this didn't include Megumi so they couldn't even count it. With a hand on her hip, she turns to Megumi. âSheesh, he doesnât resemble you at all. The misses really said copy and paste, huh?â Â
Megumi huffs, about three seconds away from shooing them into the kitchen where youâre making dinner. Thatâs until Itadori pipes up, âSure he does.â And for a second, Megumi thinks theyâll finally drop this silly discussion. âHe has the same grumpy face his dad does.â
Megumi sighs. He shouldâve known better.
âNow that you mention it,â Kugisaki can barely contain her laughter as she reaches into the crib and gently pinches a chubby cheek. Your son makes no expression at her playful squeeze or poke to his belly. His tiny legs kick the same way any other baby would when tickled, but the flat line on his face refuses to budge. âThis is the least smiley baby Iâve ever seen,â she concludes while Itadori nods in agreement as he goes in to tickle the babyâs foot â just to make sure.
Megumi knows the two idiots donât mean any harm by it, being the person to receive the brunt end of their jokes and observations over his life, the kind that can only be made out of innocent obliviousness and overconfidence, but he canât help but feel more defensive when itâs his kid.
âDo you two have nothing better to do than to shame a baby?â he gripes. âItâs late, go home.â
âOh, lighten up, we were only teasing. Heâs adorable,â Nobara dismisses as she notes how much bigger her future-partner-in-crime has become over the past few months. Looking back on it, she canât recall any time sheâs heard him laugh or much of anything. Sure, sheâs seen him get fussy while babysitting, but sheâs rarely heard him cry. âBut you have to admit he isnât very expressiveâŠfor a baby,â she mentions with a hint of concern, concern that isnât needed from Megumiâs point of view.
âMaybe you two just arenât funny,â he says, watching the way Itadori attempts to get his son to laugh by making silly faces; it results in little more than a fist full of pink hair getting tugged.
âIâm being serious. I meanâŠâ she tilts her head, trying to word it delicately. âDoes he smile at all?â
Megumi nods. âHe smiles.â
âDoes he?â Itadori presses, craning his neck as he struggles to free his hair.
âHe does,â Megumi repeats, his eyes softening at the memory of that innocent and joyful giggle he first heard like an unimaginable dream come true. âItâs just when youâre not around.â
Nobara rubs at the back of her neck apologetically. âSorry. I didnât mean any offense by it. Heâs a good baby,â she compliments before moving to help free Itadoriâs hair from his iron-like grip. âAnd strong too,â she adds, looks at him, and clicks her tongue when she once again fails to find the bit of blue Itadori mentioned earlier, but it provides an opportunity to cut through the awkwardness they unwittingly created. She fakes a sigh. âUnlike your genes. I donât think they even had a battle plan.â
âVery funny,â he puffs out between their chuckles then he hears another voice coming from the direction of the kitchen.
âThatâs not true,â you say as you pad into the room with a milk bottle in hand, the grin on your face trembling as you try not to laugh with them. âThey have a lot in common.â You begin to list off on your fingers. âThey both like the same fruit and animals, he really likes books when you read to him, and do you think his hair maintains itself?â
Nobara breathes out an "oh" at your explanation. âSo, he gets mom's good looks to balance out dad's aloof personality? Makes sense."
Your resistance breaks as you let out a giggle, ignoring the pout on your husbandâs face. âAre you guys staying for dinner?â
âNo, we should really get going,â Nobara states with a small yawn. âMission reports wonât write themselves.â
You nod, handing Megumi the bottle of milk as you walk the others to the door and wave them off.
âHave a good night,â Itadori calls out while Nobara makes you promise to phone her tomorrow and to come hang out if youâre free.
Locking the door, you walk back in and head towards the crib.
âYou really shouldnât entertain them when they get like that," Megumi reminds you.
âYou know they only do it to mess with you. Itâs how they show they like you.â
âYou mean theyâre idiots.â
âYet you open the door right up every time they come over.â
Megumi gives you a doubtful look. âNot by choice. Itâd be like trying to stop a rampaging bull from barging in,â Megumi states, and you let out an amused huff.Â
No matter how much he complains and comments that they haven't changed one bit after leaving school, he enjoys them. You remember how excited he seemed when Itadori called to ask if it was okay to pop in since they were nearby. Well, excited in that he immediately started to straighten out the house even though he had already cleaned earlier that morning. It's cute little quirks that often gives him away and the ones that make you like him even more.
âIf it makes you feel better, I think you have a great personality and good looks,â you compliment with a brush of your hand over his hair. You look down at your son, who still seem unmoved by all the events of the evening. It makes you laugh because Nobara and Itadori were right. Your son does have Megumiâs ever-dull facial expression.Â
âAnd both my boys have the cutest frowny faces,â you say, holding up your son to your face to nuzzle his nose. As you pull him away, your eyes brighten at the wide smile that flashes on his face followed by a warm giggle. âHello to you too,â you coo and cuddle him again, causing another fit of giggles to fill the room, and the sound resonates in his chest and makes him forget any problems that arose on the way to getting to this point in his life.
âYou forgot to tell them one thing,â Megumi says, coming forward to kiss your temple. As he told the others, his son does smile, and Megumi does too. âThey both smile when they see mommy.â
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(Based on that one scene from B99)
âLucifer, your wrist looks kind of funny.â
All eyes turned to the Avatar of Pride when Leviathan pointed this out. They were supposed to be organizing the house library, but it was a long and boring task. One that everyone wanted to finish quickly, yet nobody could find the motivation to make any real progress.
âOh no! What happened?â Asmodeus leaned over a table to try and steal a peek. Luciferâs wrist was, indeed, bent in an odd manner. He used his non-dominant hand to shuffle some papers in order.
âDonât worry about it. Iâm fine.â
âYeah, Asmo!â Mammon jeered. âBack off, leave the guy alone.â
Lucifer ignored his brothers, icy gaze focused on the documents in hand. They were papers that had been misfiled and did not belong in the library. He reminded everyone in the room to âbehave yourselvesâ before disappearing into his office.
Curious eyes followed him until he was truly out of sight. Then, the brothers exchanged fascinated looks. Itâs not every day that Lucifer get injured.
âAlright, everybody bring it in. Huddle up.â Mammon ushered everyone to come close with a sweep of his hand. The boys reluctantly formed a loose circle.
âWhat are you up to now?â Belphegor asked with a sigh. âI want to finish this already.â
Mammon pretended not to hear as he whisper-shouted, âso, he wouldnât say what happened, which can only mean one thing.â
âHeâs in a fight club,â Beelzebub suggested.
âNo. He did it doing something heâs embarrassed by.â Satan was quick to catch on to the truth.
Beelzebub followed up with, âoh. Could be a sports injury. I sprained my wrist playing fangol last year.â
âReally? I donât remember that,â Belphegor said.
Leviathan asked, âyou think Lucifer was playing fangol?â
A deep growl suddenly came from the doorway. There was no warning or indication that Lucifer would be back so quickly. Yet, the man in question had returned. His menacing quickly caused the group to shut up.
âI can hear you speculating about the nature and origin of my injury from my office, but I donât think itâs relevant to your jobs. The jobs you should all be doing right now. Get to work.â
The brothers scattered like roaches back to their respective corners of the library. All except for Satan, who Lucifer beckoned over with his finger. Satan hesitated at first, but it was better to go along with Lucifer when his mood was sour. The two stepped out for a minute, far enough away that no one else would overhear.
âWhat?â Satan was fed up with this conversation and it hadnât even started.
âDo you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?
Satanâs eyebrows flew up and he took several seconds to think about the question. What an odd offer. There was nothing for Lucifer to gain by telling him this, was there? Though, if he spent too long thinking Lucifer might change his mind and leave his little brother wondering what happened forever. With an oddly docile tone of voice, Satan responded, â...Yes.â
While Satan was busy wondering how to respond, Lucifer had taken out his DDD. He was scrolling through a menu in search of something. âI was hula hooping. Diavolo and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.â
âNo way.â Satan's true thoughts leaked out. It was so dumb, it couldnât be true.
Lucifer raised his phone to Satanâs eye level. The proof was there. âIâve mastered all the moves. The pizza toss. The tornado. The scorpion, the oopsie doodle.â
With each and every silly name, Lucifer swiped to a new photo on his phone. There he was, doing the pizza toss. Showing Diavolo how to do the scorpion. Performing a flawless oopsie doodle. Satan was stupefied, his mouth ajar.
âWhy are you telling me this?â
âBecause no oneâŠâ Lucifer selected all of the images. He tapped on a trash can in the corner of the screen. The images, every last one, disappeared. ââŠwill ever believe you.â
âNo!â Satan lunged for the phone in vain. âYou sick, twisted, son of a-â
âYou got your answer," Lucifer told him. "Get back to work."
#this scenario has been in my head for months and once i told people about it I had to write it next#I was going to add the breast protection line but couldn't figure out a way for beel to say that naturally ghh#obey me#obey me!#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me scenarios#obey me swd#obey me fanfic#obey me drabble#obey me brothers#obey me lucifer#obey me satan#obey me fandom#obey me imagines#obey me fic#obey me writing#om lucifer#om satan
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the (poly) marauders + lily as reversed tropes.
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a/n: i tried moving to a new blog.. possibly got shadowbanned... that other blog is now my dump blog, LMAO. pls enjoy this drabble!
i. academic rivals except itâs two teachers who compete to have the best class.
âItâs driving me mad, Prongs,â says a frazzled Remus Lupin, pacing back and forth in his nearly-empty classroom. Sirius watches from where he sits backwards on a wooden chairânot at all concerned with the woes of his lover, rather preoccupied with the derriere of the DADA professor, hugged beautifully by his trousers. (He makes a mental note to thank Lily and her shopping sprees in Muggle London later. And, thoroughly.) Lily eyes Remus warily, ignoring the way James is tugging at her newly-trimmed hair like a lovesick fourth-year.Â
âIâve fought in the bloody war, what do you mean my âpronunciation could do with some workâ?â Remus scoffs, a bewildered expression on his flushed cheeks. Then, he points to the basket of lemon poppy-seed muffins, âAnd, the gall to send me that. Can you believe it?â
âNo way,â Lily widens her eyes in mock outrage, gasping for melodramatic effect. âHow dare anyone send our sweet, darling Remus homemade muffins?â
Remus dangles the swing handle of the wicker basket by his hand, nose scrunched in disgust as though it could turn him into a werewolf for the second time. âItâs not about the baskets, Lily! Itâs a fear-mongering tacticâa threat, if you will. If Gryffindor doesnât win the house cup, I might as well resign from my post.âÂ
James chortles, leaning back against his seat to fully stare at Remus. (And what a lovely face he has.) âDonât you think youâre going overboard there, Moony? Weâve won the bloody thing every yearâand if weâre running behind Hufflepuff, I can always give ickle Harry a hundred points for being our son. Quite a feat, wouldnât you agree?â
Lily smacks him on the arm. âDonât you dare, James Fleamont Potter!âÂ
Sirius whistles. âFull name. Yikes. Youâre on your own there, mate.âÂ
James glares at him. âIâve had my tongue down your throat, donât call me âmateâ.âÂ
Grinning, Sirius diverts his attention back to the pouting werewolf, struck by whatever magical spell youâve cast on himâand their happy little wedded bunch. (He particularly likes the way you raise your voice when the Weasley twins charm your greenhouse with the colors of maroon and yellow. The upturn of your nose and raw fury in your eyes does something funny to his heart.) âBe honest, Moony, youâre just frustrated because our favorite professor is wearing those bell-bottom jeans that make their legs look just utterly delectable,â he grins salaciously.Â
âCan confirm,â replies Lily with a chirpy nod. âThe back view is even better.âÂ
âWell, yes, but thatâs beside the point, my love,â Remus splutters with a cough. âItâs a matter of legacy and pride now. Ifââ
âWhile I appreciate being the topic of conversation, Iâve come to collect my studentsâ papers on Hinkypunks and Dugbogs,â you enter the fray with a knock on the door, startling them from their conversation; a wide smile on your face and a yellow scarf around your neck. âYou see, I like to give them points myself when they score above a hundred percent. It really motivates them for the end-of-year exams.âÂ
James beams at your arrival, like a sunflower blooming under sunlight on a summer day. He stretches his arms wide, a space perfectly carved for you. âCome here, darling,â he calls out for his spouse, quickly affirming that the jeans youâre wearing is a blessing to the wizard kind. (He wonders if youâd let him peel it off you tonight.) As you perch yourself atop his lap, James nuzzles the crook of your neck, pressing soft, butterfly kisses to your skin. âHow was your day?â
He captures your lips and you eagerly lean into his warmth. âPerfect now that Iâve found you all. Why were you hiding here, anyway?â you ask innocently, fluttering your lashes at Remus. âDid you get my gift, Moony? The elves helped me with it last night.â
âHeâs just cross because youâve become the entire castleâs favorite teacher in your first year,â Lily points out treacherously, flashing her doe eyes at Remus. (Great, now heâs got two pairs of the prettiest eyes on earth staring into his soul. Heâs so beyond in love with everyone in this room.) âNot even the Malfoy kid complains about you, and he still grumbles when I have to do my yearly check-ups.â
You laugh knavishly, beckoning him over. âIs it my fault that Iâm so lovable?âÂ
Remus scoffs, yet finds his feet drawn towards you in long, impatient strides. He leans down until the scent of ambrarome and coconut overwhelms your senses. You tug on his duck-printed tie, smiling as he grumbles lightheartedly into your lips, âNot at all, darling.â
âShall I lock the doors now?â Sirius offers mischievously. âIâve always wanted to do it in a classroom.â
ii. itâs too hot to cuddle!
âMmmrgh, Lily, get off, you fiend,â you groan into the sweat-soaked pillow, suffering from one of the worst heat waves Godricâs Hollow has ever seenâswatting your wife away as she throws her leg over your thigh, impishly nibbling on your neck. On any other day, youâd relish the feel of her skin on yours, the tendrils of her flaming red hair tickling your bare armsâor the times youâd wake up to a tangled mess of crimson in your mouth. But today is just not that day.
Lily sniffles. âAh, woe is me. My own son doesnât want to hug me anymore, and none of the people I married want to cuddle me on this dreadfulâwhat ever happened to âtil death do us partâ, you traitors?âÂ
You roll over on the bed to face her with an incredulous glareâthe pretty witch has the nerve to smile at you. âDonât be so dramatic, Lily. Just cast another cooling charm, or something.â
Lily flops onto her side of the king-sized bed, breathless and flushed, arms splayed out like an octopusâwincing apologetically when she hits you in the face by accident. âI already did. We might just have to get naked to put up with this heat.â
James pokes his head through the door, glasses forgone and black hair messily strewn over his eyes; the damp fabric of his white shirt clinging to chiseled, dark skin. (Ah, the joys of marrying an active Auror and former Quidditch prodigy.) âDid someone say get naked?â
âWay ahead of everyone,â says Sirius as he steps out of the bathroom, having taken his fourth shower today, and wearing nothing but his birthday suit, face towel strung over his shoulder and toothbrush in the side of his mouth.Â
âOh Gods, Sirius!â Lily squeals as she throws a pillow at him. âGet back in there and put some clothes on!âÂ
âWhat?â he retorts quizzically, swirling around to give everyone a showâand a generous view of his abs and firm backside. And, well, the other thing, too. âItâs not like you havenât seen any of this before.â
Last to join the party is Remus, who barely spares a second glance to the naked Sirius Orion Black. âPack your things, I got us a room at a Muggle inn for an hour. Harryâs downstairs waiting for everyone. He says heâll rip off the stuffed Padfootâs head if no one accompanies him to the pool later.âÂ
That is all he says before swiftly exiting the room.
You stare at the spot where he had been standing previously, whispering in awe, âGod bless the Remus Lupins of the world.âÂ
iii. too much communication.
ââand the thing is,â you say through your weepy blubbering, nose swollen and eyes stinging from crying for the last thirty minutes. âWhen you guys get all secret-ey and start avoiding me, it really makes me feel like shite. And. . . and thenâ!â you pause to hiccup, breaking down into sobs once more when Sirius gathers you into his arms, laying his love all over your skin, kissing your tears away as he coos into your ear. âAnd then, Gilderoy Lockhart comes and says that you all hide away in this h-house, or shack, or whatever and meet your secret girlfriend there! I know you said it was just us and youâd never, ever cheatâand I trust you all more than life itself! But I have to know why you disappear from me every month on a particular night. A-Are you tired of me or something?â
Sirius hushes you with his lips, brows contortedâas though heâs in pain because you are in pain. He cradles the back of your neck, placating your worries with whispers of devotion. âOh, darling, Iâm sorry. We didnât mean for it to get this far. We just wanted to keep you from harm. Youâre our world, our entire heart. If youâre hurt, it hurts worse for us, little love.âÂ
Remus kneels by your feet, grabbing your hands in his; eyes dripping with fondness and warmth. The gold flecks in his eyes glimmering like stars in the night sky. âThereâs something you have to know about me, love. We should have told you this long agoâbut I was afraid you would look at me differently.â
You end up in another crying fit, overwhelmed by his kindness and sincerity. âIâve seen you when you had food poisoning, Remus Lupin, I was the one who cleaned your vomit on the floorsânothing on this earth can make me look at you differently.â
Remus chokes, before gathering his bearings, hiding wet chuckles in your lap. âIâm a werewolf, my darling. Thatâs why we avoid you during full moons. To keep you safe. Your safety is always going to be one of my highest priorities. Iâd die before I would let Moony harm a pretty hair on your head.âÂ
âIs that it?â you croak, whimpers subsiding as relief floods through your veins. âTruly?â
Remus nods. âTruly.â
âOh, our poor love,â Lily murmurs, delicately running her hand through your hair, a worried knit in her brows. âIâm sorry we let it get to this point. Look at youâyouâll cry yourself sick.â She procures a daintily-embroidered handkerchief from her skirt pockets, gently dabbing at your damp eyes, eyes creased with love. âIâm sorry,â she says once more, pressing her lips to yours until all you feel is her instead of hurt. âNo more secrets, I promise.â
James scratches the back of his head with a crooked grin. âWell. . . there is one more. Remember that time you saw a stag in the corridors? That was me. And, the dog trying to get a look under your skirt was Sirius.â
You blink. âWhat?â
iv. child hero has very involved parents.
Harry James Potter is known as the Boy-Who-Lived, the beloved Chosen One of the wizarding society, if you will. He has a destiny to follow and all thatâwell, if he could actually do anything heroic.
âWhat do you mean thereâs a basilisk in the castle!â you shriek, a poor vase in Dumbledoreâs office shattering to a million pieces. Harry drags a hand down his faceâthis is going to be a very long night. Suddenly, he regrets writing a letter to home about the happenings in the castle. (How was he supposed to know that all five of his parents would march into Dumbledoreâs quarters the moment they heard about the blood on the walls and the petrified students?) âWhy havenât you shut down the school yet? Are you waiting for more students to get hurt?â you press on heatedly, James and Sirius flanking your sides like protective bodyguards.Â
âHave you taken any protective measures?â Lily asks worriedly, holding onto Remusâs hand thatâs resting on her shoulder. (Honestly, Harry thinks, rolling his eyes inwardly. The lot of you are worse than Molly Weasley at this point.) She turns to Harry, âWhat about Hermione? Is she safe? Oh, her parents must be worried.â
âYou know what,â you say standing up, pivoting on your heel as your flock of lovers follow in suit. âWeâre leaving, Harry dear, letâs go.âÂ
âGo?â the twelve-year-old echoes dumbfoundedly. âGo, where?â
âHome,â you reply with no room for arguments. âUntil the matter is resolved, you are staying home. And tell Hermione sheâs welcome to stay with us, too. And, Ginny. Ronald, as well. Actually, darling, why donât you just tell all your friends the Potter manor is open to them whenever.â
Harry thinks youâve just decided that on a whim, but he knows that Lily and his fathers will go along with whatever you want, regardless.
Your gaze slices to Dumbledore with a low hiss, venomous enough to rival a Slytherinâs taunt. âFix this or I shall hunt down that basilisk myself.âÂ
Harryâs shoulders slump.Â
So much for fulfilling prophecies and defeating dark lords.
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a/n: drabbles are so fun!! this was so fun to write (but not trying to set up another blog.. NEVER AGAIN, I AM STAYING HERE!) i might do some more drabbles since my brain is fried after my last few fics which were long as heck.
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yandere crime lord x sadistic male reader
cw;; torture, burn wounds, blood, gore, stockholm syndrome, yandere, drugs, kidnapping, murder, smoking, cruel reader
here he is.... my most fucked up bby girl. i wrote this a little differently than the others... i had a different vibe in mind.
achilles is the eldest son of a notorious mob family, the second most powerful in charge right under his father. he makes lots of big decisions, like his recent attempts to take over a smaller gang with cruelty and force. unfortunately being a sexy big shot comes with its own little vices, achilles likes smoking for instance. nasty habit especially for someone in his position, doesn't he realize how vulnerable he is when he's taking a smoke break? so easy for you to drug.
you flick some of the cigarette ash towards the man in question. he's on his knees arms tied behind his back and duct tape over his mouth. he keeps shooting you dirty looks. it's funny.
"such a waste..."
you run a red room service on the dark web. essentially, anyone with enough money can hire you to kidnap and torture whoever they want. some people hire you to make elaborate snuff videos with their desires all written out for you, other people let you and your audience decide what kind of torture would take place over your live streams. that's where the handsome man in front of you came from, the gang he'd been destroying had bought your services.
you had already explained that to him, as well as mocked him for his cigarette habit. now you were letting one of the cigarettes burn before your stream actually started, you didn't actually smoke it choosing instead to let him watch you waste it. his scowl was hot.
his screams were hotter. the first hour in, you had him covered in cigarette burns and his stomach flinching away from your touch. the second hour in, he had multiple gashes all over his trembling body. the third hour in, he had finally started to sob and his body was covered in lovely bruises.
"sorry guys, we can't kill him yet. but that means we get a toy for a little while!" you gripped his hair and brought his tear stained face up to the camera. "say goodbye to our friend!"
and that ended your first stream with your new toy. you cleaned him up and brought him to his new room.
"you'll probably be the show tomorrow unless I get another job. eat up." you gave him a nice dinner and pulled the duct tape off his mouth.
"... when will I die?"
"dunno. good work chilles, sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."
that's how it began. the guy ended up being your show about half the week for the next two months. never enough to kill him and every day you cleaned up his wounds and took good care of him. he never cursed you or complained about his place he would ask you questions and thank you for the food. it was pleasant conversation, he was a nice companion in your otherwise drab life.
it was halfway into the third month when you got news that those gang members who hired you were dead. you'd been waiting the whole time for them to pay for you to kill achilles and now it was never coming. at least you made good money from your streams in the meantime.
"you're free to go." you stood in the doorway of achilles's room.
his eyes looked at you, slowly widening as he realized what you said. "wh.. why?"
"m gonna drug you up and drop you in front of your house. you won't know where you were but I'd really appreciate if you didn't try to come after me at all. "
"why are you letting me go? did something happen?"
"you should quit smoking by the way. maybe i won't be able to get you-"
you saw something in his eyes snap. those eyes that had been practically blank the whole time even when the torture made him lose his voice from screaming. now they were dark and hazy, significantly more threatening than he'd been before. he crawled on his hands and knees to your leg and looked up at you with tears in his eyes.
"why....? am i not.. did i do it wrong? i can be a good toy."
you were caught off guard by his reaction. "uh... well uh the guys who hired me like... they died without paying me to kill you. so like... i don't have a reason to keep you?"
"how much?"
"huh??"
"how much do you need to keep me?"
you reached down and gently carded your hand through his hair. "you don't want to stay here, dumbass."
"yes I do." he nuzzled his head into your hand.
"you really want to stay here and get tortured until you die? use your brain."
his darkened eyes looked up at you with the most pathetic look. "i want to stay with you."
"fuck" he's cute? he's cute. "ok...jesus, lets do this. you go home, get reunited with your family, try to get back to normal life. and I'll contact you so if you still want to be LITERALLY tortured over living your normal life I'll bring you back. ok?"
"you'll actually come get me, right?"
"yeah. I'll get you and I won't even make you pay."
"I'll be back soon." he rubbed his head against your leg. "please get your favorite tools ready."
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Hello! I saw your writing about track club members, spell drive members, basketball members getting kissed on the cheek after playing a game, so could I request the same, but after a show for the pop music club people?
SUMMARY: After a successful club meet, you give them a kiss on the cheek! How do they react?
WARNINGS: Might be slightly out of character (particularly Kalim and Cater) but I have Opinions about those two. Also, Sebek yells at you.
COMMENTS: Hey! Sorry this took me a while to get to hehe. I love this idea! I donât write for these characters enough hehe. Also, hope you donât mind but I added the Equestrian club too because I felt like it :) If you'd like to read part 1 with the track club, spell drive club and basketball club members, click here.
This could go a couple different ways, depending on the setting. On the one hand, heâs ecstatic that you kissed him! That means you like him, right? On the other hand, you just kissed him. His heart is pounding and he wants to hide in his room, especially if others saw it. He likes you a lot, but a kiss implies a whole lot of things he isnât fully certain heâs ready for. If you look for him afterwards - after the kiss, the people have all gone, hiding in his room - he might just show you a new side to himself. A new reflection of the diamond - one thatâs imperfect, but dedicated to you.
Ohhh wow, you just kissed him, huh? Heâs been kissed by his family and stuff before but this feels⊠different. In a good way! Heâs never kissed a homie before, he wonders if itâs a cultural thing where youâre from. Definitely unrelated but this adrenaline from the show is lasting much longer than anticipated. It was fading after the show, but now itâs back, haha. He wonders why? Maybe heâll go talk to Jamil about it. Although, maybe - if itâs not insensitive or something - you could give him another kiss first?
Awwh, arenât you a cutie! Fufufu, he might just have to sneak you into more of his shows from now on! Lilia is thoroughly delighted and amused. Itâs so adorably sweet that you thought to kiss him - exactly why he likes you! Heâs another one that would demand your presence for every concert he performs in from now on. Often before you find him after the show, heâll tap you on the shoulder and kiss you on the cheek before you can kiss him. He vanishes into the crowd again afterwards though - a little game of hide and seek never hurt anyone, right~?
WHAT. What did you just do-?! That was a rhetorical question, he knows what you just did, but- but wHY. His mind is racing, trying to figure out why youâd do such a thing, if it was against the rules, if there was a way he was âsupposedâ to react. But thatâs very hard to do when his stupid brain keeps replaying the- the action in his head repeatedly. Congratulations, youâve broken him. All he knows now is that he really wants you to come to the next meet, and the next, until you both graduate. Good luck getting him to admit that or tell you when they are, though!
He is now wide awake. Externally, he looks relatively composed, but internally heâs going ??? Did he dream that??? Was that real or fake? Gosh, he hopes it was real. Heâs extra kind to you for the rest of the day, but as soon as heâs back at Diasomnia heâs asking Lilia if that really happened. Lilia is in astonishment that his son canât remember if you actually kissed him, but the idea that Silver likes you so much that he canât tell if a kiss from you is a perfect dream or a shocking reality is adorable to him! Heâs setting you two up now. Be prepared for more Lilia (and Silver) in your life.
He is CAUSING a SCENE. That has to be against some kind of rule! Heâs certain youâre trying to distract him from his training, orâ or from protecting Malleus! Yes! That must be it! You are a HAZARD to the causeâ why are you grinning. THIS ISNâT FUNNY. HE IS NOT BLUSHING. HE IS ANGRY. (you can absolutely tell the difference, heâs bright pink). Sebek is convinced youâre causing a scene - but heâs the one who stopped in the middle of the celebration just to yell at you. Everyone there thinks itâs really funny (barring Riddle whoâs just about done with this whole scenario and Silver who fell asleep).
â„Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!â„
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Do you have any Leech parent hcs you wanna share?đđđ€
my god, yes i do
thoughts below đŹ
i feel like its a known fact from the community that jade and floydâs parents are very much influential, and definitely shady. like the self defense courses, signing a contract to give birthday gifts in âgood faithâ, yâknow, the works. all signs point to fish mafia.
but at the same time, they appear to be very loving and affectionate parents, which leads me to my interpretation of them:
headcanons! (sorry, its long. i have a lot of thoughts)
-i believe that leech mom and dad stand on equal ground. leech mom ainât just a stay at home mom, her and her husband are equally apart of the âbusinessâ.
-continuing that thought, i think they would have a really similar dynamic as jade and floyd. mama appears with a kind smile and gentle voice, unassuming at first (in comparison to first impressions with her husband). in contrast, her husband definitely scares people off (heâs not scared to show his teeth off from the get go), but also has a sort of charm to him that makes him really alluring. but when you get to know the two⊠well, youâve seen the twins, apple doesnât fall far from the tree
-mama is scary. like, in that way floyd is, where sheâs straight up laughing at your pathetic state with her eyes wide and mouth wide open, sharp teeth all on display. the minute she gets irritated with a client sheâll be very close to clawing out their insides.
-papa isâŠstill scary, but not as unhinged his wife. he usually handles communications and relations, because he surprisingly, is more reasonable. donât get it wrong - if someone tries to cross him and his family, he will easily tear their throat out.
-and no, theyâre not always just going ballistic on normal people. theyâre pretty cordial. if you met them for the first time because jade and floyd wanted to introduce their friend (or whatever you guys are), mama would think youâre totally adorable and immediately spoil you, and papa would come right in with snacks and treats for you to try (and a new pair of shoes!)
-they are, again as the game implies, very doting parents. they spoil their kids rotten, and actually have very healthy parenting habits with their sons.
-papa is a fashion diva. canât catch him in the same outfit twice. always is buying more dresses for his wife because he is never not completely infatuated with her.
-which is funny, because my personal hc of them is that they were rivals/enemies when they were younger. their families had a lot of beef over territory, and everytime they met up it would just be snarky comments and LOTS of bickering. eventually, who knows what happened, but they just started making out like crazy during a fight and fell in love, got married, and united their families together (by force)
-they go on fishing trips with each other when theyâre in the human form. iâm talking dingy boat, dad caps, cargo pants. theyâre also competitive with each other about it (mama has a heavy lead). donât ask me why, i just feel like they do
-mama leech actually hangs out with azulâs mom a ton, theyâre very close
-sometimes, when papa looks at his kids, even heâs surprised at how weak his gene game is. his kids look like they were only made by their mother
-i also changed my mind, i think i want leech mom to be 6â0 đ iâm always changing my mind though
sorry for the long blurb, i had a lot for thoughts that have been in my head about the two because designing characters also means trying to understand them as people đ€Ł
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dick grayson instagram hcs
basics
we are pretending dick is not a cop in this because i said so!
he's a professional model but also does perform at a local circus as a special guest
he's not actually going to the olympics (yet) but the american team has been trying to contact him for the better part of the decade so maybe you can convince him to go
he's kind of like one of your friends who you think is chill and normal but then you go to their ig and you find out they're something of a local celebrity?
everybody in gotham already knew him as bruce wayne's son but also he went semi viral on tiktok and got a bunch of new fans (and some edits) out of it
he used to have a less serious pfp but his management convinced him to use this one instead
followers + following
obviously you're there
as well as his friends and family
he manages to get away with following the superheroes since i mean, basically everybody else does as well
also a lot of industry people that he meets, both for modeling and gymnastics/trapeze
highlights
he is an abuser of the story function
will spend any opportunity to brag about his pretty girlfriend and all of the dates and trips you guys go on
he is weirdly good at taking photos, will give you tips on how to pose to get your best angles
also he has a lot of fans so he likes to post a photo of you every once in a while to remind everyone that he's happily taken
will also repost your work related stuff to be like hey look at how cool my gf is at her job!
dude has a million highlights that he updates for the fashion weeks each year
a lot of photos of his looks, him meeting with certain designers, it's mostly his team who posts this
same thing with his shows in the sense that it's usually other people (including you) taking photos of him while he's performing
but this is a more personal venture of his so he asks everyone to send him the pics and he decides which ones to post
will also repost stories from fans who came to the show!
oooh this man posts the most jaw dropping photos of himself
he will have just woken up and post a photo that makes you think it's so unfair how perfect somebody can be
he just likes to post when he feels good about himself and i support!
haley and (i did not come up with a name for your guys' cat so you guys can have fun with that!) also have their own dedicated highlight
it is exactly as cute and wholesome as you would think it is
there are even more highlights if you keep on scrolling. he has highlights for each year's fashion weeks, as mentioned, as well as trips you guys have been on (the most recent is a trip to greece and italy!)
posts
once again he's one of those infuriating sort of famous people who are like fine as hell but they post just enough cute and relatable content that he actually seems like a real and very nice guy (fun fact, he is!)
you can tell immediately when he's been on a trip because he'll have at least 3 posts up and they're all of the same place
you guys are like the photo taking couple
if you weren't good at taking pics before you started dating, his skills definitely rub off on you
he'll do the thing where he gets you to pose for him so he can take a photo of you and then you take the same style of photo for him
it's disgusting you guys have matching photos on your feeds of each other
if it wasn't already common knowledge that you guys are dating, i can imagine the conspiracy theory videos being like guys they were in the same place? at the same time? and they took the same type of pics? i think they're dating
he loves cooking with you (while i personally think it would be really funny if he can't cook, in some of the comics they do mention that he can cook, but either way he enjoys cooking with you)
you guys are like the parent friends who host dinner at their place and there's usually a theme surrounding seasonal ingredients and everything's plated really well
you probably watch cooking shows together and are now you can't serve a dish without some microgreens or sliced radish on top or something
also yes he did plan the picnic and he's quite proud of it
he watched all of those charcuterie board hacks to make the flowers and fancy cheese arrangements
and there were chocolate dipped strawberries, champagne with glasses, and freshly baked cookies (alfred might have helped with that one)
also yes he does wear glasses!!!! only at home when he's reading or staring at a screen too long. his prescription's not that bad
jason ver.
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with you | dean winchester đĄ
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pairing: dean winchester x reader, pre series
genre: a bit of angst then some fluff
wordcount: 2.4k
summary: youâve been hunting with john and dean for a long time now, and you finally snap after john berates dean one too many times
a/n: fuck john winchester! đ«¶đŒ
you walked through the dimly lit concrete pathway outside the motel you, dean, and john were holed up in tonight, rounding the corner and seeing the light on in the room you were all sharing. you could see the outline of the father and son arguing and you couldnât hold back your eyeroll.
every night was the same, ever since you started hunting with them. you could see from deanâs face everytime his dad was giving him an earful, he really believed it. he believed everything. sometimes it would get so heated, that john would tell dean it was his fault sam left. that he was supposed to protect him, and anything that he was exposed to that made him feel any different was because of dean. of course that wasnât true. but it didnât stop dean from believing it anyway.
ever since he was small, the responsibility of raising his brother was all up to him. he was only four years old when his mother died, when their entire life changed. nothing would ever be normal again. he lost his mother, sure, but he lost his dad too. he had to make sure sam was safe, when he needed someone to make sure he was safe. he was only a child.
throughout your travels, you had grown to resent john as fervently as you loved dean. you longed never to see johnâs face again, but that would mean that you wouldnât get to see deanâs.
you knew john disliked you just as much as you disliked him, and there was a simple reason for it: he saw how dean looked at you. he saw you as a distraction, putting dean at risk. only reason he was acting like this was to protect his son but he had a funny way of showing it. you could hear him berating dean through the door, talking about how he was irresponsible and stupid for being distracted on the hunt today. reality is he wasnât distracted. he just happened to help you up from the floor before âchecking himself for woundsâ as john shouted at the two of you earlier in the day. maybe if any of his arguments actually made sense you might have a sliver of respect left for him.
you opened the door quickly, causing the two men to stop talking immediately. dean was sat on the bed, and john was towering over him. he had the ability to make dean feel small and you hated that. every little thing dean did was to impress his father and none of it was good enough.
you waved the bag of treats you had gotten from the store up in the air, bypassing john entirely and taking a seat on the bed next to dean.
âi got us some beers and some snacks.â you looked up just in time to see john walking out the motel room door. you werenât sure where he was going and frankly you didnât care.
âthatâs my girl.â dean tried his best to mask any kind of expression on his face that showed just how he was feeling about the interaction with his dad, but you could see right through it. he was hurt, angry, mainly just sad. you knew that letting him know you knew how he felt would actually make him feel worse, so you chose, as you always do, just to be there for him. try and take his mind off things.
you crossed your legs on the bed, facing him and cracking open the beers with the bottle opener dean had gifted to you. you clinked glasses, and took a couple of swigs.
âso, whatâs next? any new cases lined up?â
âyeah, my dad found something weird in the paper this morninâ⊠looks just like spirit behaviour, so it should be an easy one.â
âhm, okay. can we reprise our characters when weâre doing research?â you smiled when you caught deanâs cheeks flush. for this last case, you two had been pretending to be a husband and wife reporter duo, writing a story for the local gazette.
âsure thing, mrs brooks.â
âi think we should create a jingle for mr and mrs brooks: amateur reporters.â
âdefinitely not.â
âwhat are you gonna do, stop me?â
âyes. mr brooks is quite comfortable locked away up here.â he points to his head, taking another swig of his beer.
âdean.â you nudge his arm right when he was taking a drink, causing it to spill.
ây/n, come on!â he couldnât help but smile as you mouthed an apology, before getting up to go to the bathroom to clean himself up, closing the door behind him.
as soon as the bathroom door closed, the motel door opened and in came john. your smile dropped as soon as you saw him, eyes casting down to the bed.
âcan we talk, john? outside.â
âand why would we do that?â
âjust come outside.â john let out a heavy sigh and followed you outside, slamming the motel door behind him.
âso, what is it?â john crossed his arms across his chest, looking inconvenienced to even be there.
âi heard what you said to dean earlier. you know, you can talk to him without yelling. you can protect him without telling him everything he does is wrong.â
âand what does it have to do with you?â
âclearly something since you were mentioning my name an awful lot!â
âi donât think youâre good for him is all. actually i think after this hunt, you should just leave us alone, okay?â
âyou can let your emotions get in the way all you want but iâm a valuable asset and you know it. how many times have i had to save your ass?â
âdean cannot concentrate with you around.â
âoh, all of a sudden you care about dean? how about telling him that once in a while?â your blood was boiling, your voice raising. the entire motel could probably hear. dean had heard the commotion outside and was listening from inside the room.
âi care about dean.â
âenough to tell him everything is his fault? enough to rob him of his childhood?â
âwhat right do you have to tell me how to parent my goddamn children?â
âapart from the fact that they never got to be children, what the hell have you done for them as a parent? sam doesnât want anything to do with you and dean spends every waking moment trying to please you! you are not a parent. i get that you were trying to protect them, but this wasnât the way. you didnât have to do what you did. you chose to do that. dean was just a kid!â
silence. he didnât have anything else to say.
âtell dean i went to the bar or something.â you turned on your heel and walked away, up the street away from the motel and towards the nearest town.
john took a few minutes outside, half for some fresh air, half because he knew dean would ask where you were the second he got inside, and he wanted you out of sight before then. he stepped through the door, and dean was sitting on the bed, looking up expectantly for you to walk in after john. âwhereâs y/n?â
ânearest bar.â dean was up and out of there before the last syllable left johnâs mouth.
he had tried your phone more times than he could count, and each ring caused the pit in his stomach to grow deeper.
he hated not having you in his sight for even a second. after a while his walking turned into running, calling your name into the darkness. in his hurry to leave he hadnât even grabbed the keys to the impala and it was too late for him to turn around now.
despite not being good with directions, somehow you had found the nearest bar, but what you hadnât realised was what time it was. it was early hours of the morning and the bar was just about closed, unfortunately leaving some.. unsavoury types lingering outside. sometimes you forgot, even if you got rid of a paranormal threat, sometimes the human beings were worse.
you pulled out your phone to call dean, but it was dead. âshitâŠâ
you wandered through the empty streets of town, constantly looking over your shoulder. you could see a payphone up ahead, and you knew deanâs number by heart.
you quickened your pace to the payphone, punching in deanâs number as quickly as you could once you reached it. the line was busy. you hoped he wasnât trying to call you too. you waited a while and put another quarter in, punching in deanâs number again. this time it rung.
ây/n?â
âhowâd you know?â
âwhere the hell are you? are you safe? iâve been losing my mind over here trying to look for you, i-â he paused, not wanting to make you feel like he was mad at you. âjust tell me where you are.â
âiâm in town⊠i donât even remember how i got here but i donât know my way back to the motel from here.â
âis there anything around you?â
âyeah, thereâs a hardware store. itâs called daveâs hardware.â
âalright, just.. hang on, okay? stay there. iâll find you.â
the phone beeped to alert the call was about to drop.
âalright. dean i-â the call dropped. â-m sorry.â you put the phone back and stepped out of the phone box, sitting down on the curb. you thought back to the argument with john, and thereâs no way dean didnât hear you. you were just so angry, you had seen dean upset one too many times. all your frustration came out in one. you thought dean might be mad. he had a complicated relationship with his dad, but maybe he would still be mad that you yelled at him. sitting with your thoughts, you didnât even notice the sound of deanâs footsteps.
âheyâŠâ he touched your shoulder, causing you to jump before you realised it was him. you stood up, and he immediately wrapped you up in a tight embrace. truthfully, physical contact like this, so intimate, it was a first for the two of you. sure you made eyes at each other and there was the subconscious flirting and deep conversations but you hadnât made it past this barrier yet. not until now. he squeezed you like he hadnât seen you in months, and you did the same for him. âplease donât do that again. you scared the hell out of me. i thought somethinâ happened to youâŠâ
âiâm sorry i yelled at your dad. i was just so angry, you know?â a hint of sadness was clear on his face as he realised just how many of the arguments between him and his dad you had heard. he always suspected you knew, your eyes couldnât hide your sadness when you looked at him for hours after.
âdonât apologise for that.â you pulled away from him slightly, his arms were still around you but you wanted to see his face. he tucked a strand of stray hair behind your ear, keeping his hand on your face as he moved down to cup your chin. your eyes were glued to one anothers, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. it was sweet, and full of an emotion you couldnât yet place.
when you finally separated, dean kept his eyes closed another few moments. like he was having a dream he didnât want to wake up from.
ây/n⊠lord knows iâm not good at all this⊠but i really do care about you. i wasnât sure at first, but.. today really sealed the deal for me, yâknow? got a taste of how it might feel if i lost you, and⊠i never want to feel that again⊠i donât even know what this feeling is.â
he hadnât been in love before, and neither had you. but what else could this be?
âmy hero. rescuing me from daveâs hardware.â
âshut up.â dean poked light-heartedly, letting out a short laugh.
âi feel the same, dean.â his eyes lit up.
âyou donât have to say that just so i look less like a loser professing my love outside da-â he stopped talking the second he realised he said it. the l word. âletâs go.â he grabbed your hand, pulling you along and hoping you would forget.
âi love you, too. and iâm not just saying that.â he squeezed your hand, pulling you in close again.
âyou do?â
âyes, obviously. you couldnât tell?â sometimes he thought he could. then he would talk himself out of it. he didnât think he could get, let alone deserve, anybody who came even close to you. you started walking while talking, and you held his hand tight. âwait a sec, did you walk here?â
âmore like ran, but yeah.â
âwhy wouldnât you take the impala?â
âi forgot the keys, and then.. i donât know, i thought if i turned back after i realised, you would be long gone, i wouldnât see where you went, and i would never find you.â
âdramatic.â
âyeah, well i couldnât take the risk. not with you. never with you.â you walked back to the motel in a comfortable silence, your hand not leaving his for even a second. john was still up when you got back to the motel. you acknowledged each other when you walked through the door, and dean let go of your hand only to go and take a shower.
you sat on the edge of the bed, taking off your shoes. you shifted awkwardly when john sat down in front of you on the chair in front of the motel desk.
ây/n, about today. you were right. and donât think i donât think about that every waking moment.â you kept your eyes glued down, not wanting or caring to make eye contact. âi know you care about dean. you can keep on hunting with us, youâre valuable, but the second i see him acting out of line for you.. i canât ignore that.â he stood up from the chair, making his way towards the door and leaving again.
once dean was out of the shower and you had had one yourself, you crawled into deanâs bed with him. it was the middle of the night and the only thing playing was re-runs of dallas, but. you didnât care. dean slipped his arm around you, and your head lay to rest on his chest. he gestured to the tv when jr was on the screen, wearing a white cowboy hat. âthink i would look good in one of those?â dean questioned, positioning himself to look down at you.
âmost definitely.â
comments, feedback etc always appreciated! thank you for reading!
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âšShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 07/12âš
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Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then youâll have to check the whole post if itâs answered here, if itâs not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~
Anonimo ha chiesto: Ok hear me out, what if Mac and Wukong talk about how afraid of dying Wukong is and how that fear now also applies to MK and maybe even Mac too
aaaaahh how about the fact that now Wukong is MROE afraid of MK dying than himself (since that's basically what happened in S5)
Anonimo ha chiesto: I am just imagining how will shadowpeach relationship improve that they will start courting each other and mk is like.. :0 DAMN U SURE UR THE SAME MONKEYS AS WHEN YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!!!
BOY SURE THEY ARE!!!
@kristea9ay ha chiesto: Love your last post! I need more Spicynoodles content ISTG đ but the last post got me thinking, has anyone told Red what MK attempted to do? Or did MK just randomly mention it during a conversation. MK: oh yeah, I found out I could teleported right before I was about to sacrifice myself- Red: YOU-WHAT?! MK: right?? I didn't even know I could do that! Do you know how much easier delivering noodles would have been? Red: no- you- NOODLE BOY-!
LMAO POOR RED SON EVERY DAY MK PULLS OUT A NEW SHENANIGAN
Anonimo ha chiesto: Please show us Macaque courtnapping wukong in the past đđđ Anonimo ha chiesto: Can, can we see what Macaque actually DID to courtnap Wukong? Please? Please and thank you? With a cherry on top? AND with an ice cream sundae!!!
I wasn't lying when I said it really was the tickle war. A very jealous tickle war.
@beanspassin ha chiesto: OMG I just had a thought!!! What if when MK finally gets the hang of his shadow powers, shadow portals to be specific- ITS WHEN HES COURTNAPPING REDSON!!!! >:3c
AAAWW THAT COULD BE ADORABLEE!! Unfortunately MK is not able to make shadow powers at all, there are certain powers that just he didn't inherit
Anonimo ha chiesto: What will we see first Shadowpeach marriage OR spicynodlles marriage??
Oh man I don't know, I want to say Shadowpeach since Spicynoodle is still a pretty new couple. They are both young (I mean, MK is) and still need some times to know each other.
Anonimo ha chiesto: I need more of wukong and Mk picking up there boyfriends like there bags of grapes. love me some stronk boyfriends
THEY ARE STRONKKKK I would see Wukong just lifting the whole fam
Anonimo ha chiesto: 1st- I LOVE YOUR COMIC! Is so good! Your stories make me want to draw and create and I really want to thank you because they do inspire me. I love your linework and your use of shape and YOUR EXPRESSIONS!?? Ugh! they are lovely đ With that said. And I am sorry if this is a weird question but with MK and Swk being trans and Mac seemingly not, I was wondering if you had any hcs with Macâs gender? Iâve seen a bunch of the fandom hc mac as either nb, genderfluid or a trans woman. And I found it funny that he is now the cis monkey đ. So I though Iâll ask. Also totally fine if you hc him as cis! Is just that at least with the fandom I interact with the one that tends to be the trans one is Macaque so It was honestly nice se SWK for a change! But I still wonder, you know? Anyways! Have a good day!
mmmm nope I don't. I don't have any preferences either so any of you can feel free on giving them any kind of headcanon. Anonimo ha chiesto:
*Jumps through window* OW OH HI JUST WANTED TO POP IN AND SAY I LOVE YOUR SHADOWPEACH SERIES OKAY BYE *runs through a wall* @honktraband01 ha chiesto: OUGHHHHHH YOUR ART AND STORYTELLING IS PHENOMENAL!!!! I CANâT GET ENOUGH!!! (Especially the ShadowPeach AU omg) and Iâm so excited for whenever the next part comes out I practically screamed when Mac dropped part of his glamour omg. I may or may not have decided to finally start binging LMK because of this au⊠and may also be working on various bits of fan artâŠ. So THANK YOU!!! Iâve been in-between hyperfixations and this fixed it :33 @mistress-of-nightmares ha chiesto: So I discovered your Shadowpeach bio parents AU two weeks ago on a sunday evening and my weekly phone screentime thingamabob came this Monday and. My tumblr activity has tripled in a single week. Bc I re-read your comic like four times. Jsyk đ Anonimo ha chiesto: I just wanted to let you know that your art is amazing, and your shadowpeach AU is the reason I binged the entire LMK series in 2 weeks. Anonimo ha chiesto: This is not a question. I just want to say I love your shadowpeach bio dad au, and I hope you have a good life and be happy and never give up what makes you happy and I know I like it because when something makes me feel less tired and more happy I know it is a great thing to have so keep it going đđđ
majoraofmask ha chiesto: I LOVE YOUR ART AO MUCH! Both of your comic series have my brain in a chokehold and I do not want to let go! Your art and character writing is so tasty! Gradients my beloved â„ïžâ„ïž zazzalonies ha chiesto: Your comic brings me life, I was drifting out of the fandom until I found this and itâs the best thing Iâve found on tumbler, that you for your work đ„°đ„° m4delin ha chiesto: I have never seen the lego monkey kid series, but I'm super hooked onto the bio dad au. it's amazing
AJCCBOADCB THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE GUYS!!!
@dragonaboni-blog ha chiesto: Hi! I'm thinking of doing a redraw of a scene from Shadowpeach AU (I won't say which one, it's a secret ;3) But I'd like to know if you have a color reference of Redson, pretty please~ OwO
If you wait just a little more I might draw him with colors, but until then very sorry but not at the moment.
Anonimo ha chiesto: So Umm since we got macaque being under moonlight shall we get wukong with sunshine??
Well he is most of the time under the sunshine but maybe we will see him absolutely shining.
Anonimo ha chiesto: does Mac experience anything else during esclipes? Mood swings? Angst? đ Hormones? đđđđđ I suspect SWK would be right there for him. It would be so cute to see him help Macque. đ„°
I guess he does have mood swings and also tirediness. He's more sleepy but at same time can't sleep. It doesn't hurt him but he feels the fact that he is weaker.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Ok but in ch.14 of vol.1 of JTTW, Wukong pilfers one of Tripitaka's old shirts and Tripitaka sees him wearing it and says he can keep it. Canon Wukong steals clothes from the people around him!!
AWWW HE GOT A COLLECTION OF LOVED ONES CLOTHES!
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I Know You Didn't Take Requests But Just Curiosity... What Would Happen If Makarov Was Obsessed With A Nervous Russian Woman?
Kissing you (with your permission) for asking about Makarov I've been wanting to write with him so much since the newest trailer dropped AHHHH also I'm gonna take this as an x reader Makarov headcanon request if thats alright
Makarov Obsessed with Nervous Russian Fem! Reader
Warnings: Dub-con, loosely implied non-con, kidnapping, stalking, obsession, knife kink and blood kink, jealousy, murder
Makarov and reader meet before his time as an ultranationalist, when he's still at least a little good.
He's Spetsnaz and you're just a secretary trying to stay under the radar and make a living for yourself. Being around hungry men, men constantly away from their respective families or partners, never quite allows you to settle into peace.
You're one of the only women working on the base, and the men laugh when you jump at their sudden arrivals or hands on your shoulder. You don't find it funny, but they assure you that you have no reason to be nervous. You don't believe them, you're nervous all the time in a place like that.
There's one man who doesn't laugh at you. He's a captain and any time he makes you jump, he apologizes. He's kind and charming and, honestly, the only man on base you're able to find any sort of comfort in.
Makarov isn't sure what it is that starts his obsession with you. Perhaps its the amusement he feels when you stutter over yourself as you speak. Maybe its just that he enjoys having someone kind around. Maybe he just latched on to someone and you happened to be the unlucky victim.
Either way, it didn't matter. After a week of knowing you, Makarov is enamored. He's interested.
When Makarov is interested it means research. Research means watching you even when you think you're alone. Sneaking into your home or desk and snooping to understand more about you. He watches and learns all of your little quirks, everything that makes you tick. And Makarov is good at his job, so it's not surprising that you never realize.
Then the papers are sent. Makarov is discharged and the rumor floating around base is that it was an order by the UN after his cruel and inhumane treatment during war.
You don't believe its true, you don't believe Makarov is capable. Still, you're only a woman on a base surrounded by men, you can't voice your thoughts to anyone.
To you, Makarov dissapears. In reality, he's still around.
He joins the ultranationalists and stops trying to hide who he really is. With them, he's appreciated. His bloodlust is praised. He thrives under the guiding hand of Imran Zhakaev.
As he thrives, he doesn't forget you. He watches from the shadows, keeping tabs on your every move as he works himself up the totem pole of Ultranationalists. He keeps you as close as he can without you ever knowing.
And, in the shadows, he pushes and prods reader exactly how he wants her. He keeps men away from you, many of them never showing for plans you made. He encourages activities and learning about certain topics with hidden items for you to find.
And, when Makarov is made Zhakaev's second (only behind his son) and given more control and power, he takes no time in claiming his obsession.
He wouldn't be gentle about it. You'd been out of his grasp for far too long and now he had you here? Well the idea of bruises or bleeding skin only lit him up with excitement.
Now he isn't violent when he kidnaps you. Only disciplinary, as he says. You struggle and he corrects that action. And, as he settles you in to the base he's been staying at, you understand this is your new future.
Makarov is obsessed with you, he wants to own you, he wants every piece of you to be his. And that desire involves you giving yourself to him, giving in to his own wicked desires and playing along.
Maybe you resist at first, but at the end of the day you're a nervous person and you can do nothing but cower behind him. You're in deep, a madman is obsessed with you, and you're trapped behind enemy lines. What choice do you have but to give in and become Makarov's play thing.
Now, once you do give in, Makarov treats you like a queen. You are his after all, and what belongs to him gets taken care of.
I think Makarov is the type to shower his partner in gifts. Jewelry and silk. Anything that he would be able to physically see on his partner like a mark of his ownership over them.
He's an overprotective and jealous man. God help any ultranationalist who tries to flirt with you or insult you. After Makarov is done dealing with them in the only way he knows how, his ire often falls to you.
He takes his anger out in the bedroom in those moments. Making you beg and declare his ownership over you repeatedly.
Now, this doesn't define your more intimate moments with him. As much as Makarov loves having control, he's more than willing to let you take over and do what you will to him until he orders you to stop. He likes to let his inhibitions go under your touch.
Makarov likes to play domesticity. He likes it when you make him breakfast and see him off for the day with a kiss to his lips. He likes to have you waiting in the room for him, ready to cater to his needs. He likes playing house, pretending to be the perfect husband of a normal family.
He doesn't succeed most of the time. Meetings upon meetings often bleed into the sanctuary he wants with you and, more often then not, you find Makarov entering the room speaking in a quiet and clipped voice with other men, future plans for the Ultranationalists being discussed between them.
And finally, I think Makarov enjoys showing you off, to an extent. He's obsessed with you and he has you, of course he wants everyone to know it. Of course he wants to show you off.
But, at the same time, Makarov hates the ideas of others looking at you, of anyone else even possibly thinking that they could hold you and have you like he did
This often results in meetings or casual sit downs where you're pulled onto his lap or tucked against his side. You keep your eyes down and Makarov watches like a shark, ready to attack anyone who would so much as look at you.
Also knives in the bedroom and you should probably get used to blood, because you'll be helping clean it off of him most days, whether that's running him a bath and scrubbing it from his skin, or joining him in a shower for a much more intimate approach to ridding him of the blood.
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i am your legacy
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aegon is out of character. i do indeed hate alicent so much that she turned me into feeling pity for aegon. if alicent has no hater im dead. english is not my first language.
aegon looked at the door.
every moment, he anticipated his mother entering with her own cup of wine, as if she was teasing him. he knew her plan. it was not hard to not know her plan.
for her, he was just a playable character in this game of twist and turns. he was her way. out or in, it doesn't matter.
the noise was heard, yet he didn't look up. he knew better. alicent finally entered the room.
they always came to this. she would always remained him of his duty, of his right. but his right was given, not earned. and, because of that, he was truly afraid.
aegon knew the real reason behind the cruel death of his beloved son. aegon's younger brother, killed lucerys. which caused the anger on the blacks side. it should have ended right then, year's ago, with aemond's eye out.
now aegon wished he could at least comfort his family about this new 'situation'.
their actions have consequences. just because they've made aegon a king, that doesn't mean they are not immune to the blow.
it's almost as no one truly cares. aegon locked himself in his chambers, yet no one tried to even reach for his door. everyone is referring to his son as 'the boy' as if they are not related at all.
they are not even angry, or sad for his violent death. they are just angry for the lack of naivety of people. they are angry because their power slipped away from them.
'i see you are here, not attending your duites...' - she barks at him
'i see no reason to do so.'
'you are king, at least you need to keep an appearance.' she chuckled 'people are looking up to you now. you are their source of power.'
'what kind of power do i have, mother? what power do i have over you and your rats?' - aegon looked at her
he was at the table, playing with his fingers. he stopped doing it for so many years. after his sons vdeath, he became quickly familiar with an old habit of his.
'we will not have this conversation now.' - she furrowed her brows, and pressed her lips. she is taunting him.
'i don't see any use of me then.' - aegon looked down at his feet.
alicent pitied only herself. she wasnt like this before. what if it wasn't his son beheaded that night, what if it was helaena, or maybe aemond? would she then care at all?
'its rather funny, how many things have you done in my name...'
mocking her, reminding her of her constant failure of trying to be into politics. she had a taste of politics once, and now she had a right to marsh into council and question his decisions.
a silence overruled. the only noise that was heard was alicent letting go of her necklace that she was playing with since begining.
'for your actions my people will blame me, not you, mother.'
alicent closed her eyes to calm herself. she quickly grabbed her goblet, thinking as if all of this was for her son, right? or was it for her father? maybe somehow it all turned out to be for her?
'it was easier with my dead father.' - aegon stated out of blue.
he touched his unruly thin hair, thinking for himself, was it the silver hair that made people follow him? clearly, it can't be his manhood. rhaenyra's heir has it as well. but he does not have his silver hair.
'he would do his own thing. in his own world. alone in a room.'
alicent stared at her son. they never had a conversation about viserys. that man was dead for them since begining.
'maybe you tormented him as you do me now.' - aegon countinued with his insults
alicent quicly stands.
'how dare you question my loyalty, my doings with your father? viserys was nothing but a content man beside me. rhaenyra left him here alone when he was fighting with that awful illness-'
'we all know why my half-sister left.' - he started
'you speaking exhausts me more then waking up after a night full of wine, mother.' - aegon countinioued his insults
'the best thing you can do is to leave. let the king to attend his duties, with his council.'
his melancholy turned bittersweet. his face was graced with a little smirk, who is fighting to not become a mocking laugh.
alicent turned away, leaving her gobblet at the table. she was already overwhelmed with a fight from morning with cole. now she has angry aegon roaming the castle.
'without you mother, of course. maybe you need to pray... you've lost a grandson, haven't you?'
'or, perhaps, queen mother would like to do.... nothing?'
with that, alicent had left. she needed to see father and encourage to feed aegons ego before he does something unrational.
gabblet full of wine was thrown. wine was all over the floor, shining in a candle light.
'you forgot i am you legacy. you forgot i can be just like you.'
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lay all your love on me - op81 (C2)
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02: Love, Sweat, and Secondhand Embarrassment
"Clemmy I swear I wanted to die that entire time. Whoever I offended in an alternate universe I am so so sorry, I truly believe karma is real now," I lamented, voice weak.
Burying my head in my pillow, I could finally appreciate the cool blast of AC (well, it was a little bit of air conditioning but a little is better than nothing) I scratched my right leg that was hoisted up onto the blue duvet cover. If not for the horrible comedic timing of everything, in that moment, I might have said that I was enjoying myself.
On the other line of the phone, thousands of miles away, it was a completely different story.
"What the fuck," Clementine could barely muster out because she was laughing so hard.
"I still don't think any part of this story is funny, Clem," I roll my eyes and trail off.
"But it is! You genuinely should consider a career in stand-up comedy. If you recounted all of this in front of a paying live audience, I'm just saying it could make you a millionaire overnight," Clementine wheezed.
"Oh, shut up, bitch," I retorted, trying to suppress a smile despite my mortification.
"You know it's true though!" Her girlish giggles rang through my room. I could see her face through the screen and it looked like visible tears were streaming down her face from how funny she found this to be.
"I am completely and utterly humiliated. There is no way I can go downstairs and face everyone right now," I whined. It was true, as twenty minutes ago, mid-Facetime with Clementine, I heard the door to the foyer open and heard a lot of new noises.
New people. The neighbors. The rest of the Australians.
Crikey, mate.
There was no way I could face them. And since Oscar was probably their son (he looked way too young to be a father) he had probably already told them about the wretched and humiliating mishap.
"Seriously, Clemmy, you donât get it," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice but failing miserably. "This is not just some embarrassing story. This is my life, and I have to face these people now."
Clementineâs laughter finally started to subside, and she took a deep breath. "Okay, okay, I get it. But you have to admit, this is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of disaster. You canât just ignore it. Itâs like the universe is telling you to embrace the chaos."
I sighed, feeling a bit more grounded with her calming tone. "Yeah, well, Iâm not exactly feeling the universeâs love right now. I feel like Iâve been dropped into some kind of sitcom. And what if they think Iâm a total klutz? I canât even begin to imagine how Oscar mustâve described me."
"It'll be fine. You are a pro at handling horrible situations. I mean, I can really only think that you have had more bad experiences with guys than good ones!" Clem tried to reassure me.
"Wow, thanks," I deadpanned. "Way to make a girl feel special."
Clementine's voice was full of playful sympathy. "Hey, Iâm just saying, youâve survived everything lifeâs thrown at you so far. Besides, look at it this way: if theyâre judging you based on this one incident, theyâre missing out on getting to know the amazing person you are."
"Yeah, because nothing says 'amazing' like face-planting into a pile of shampoo and knocking over a bunch of cleaning supplies," I said, sarcasm dripping from my tone.
Clementine laughed. "Exactly! And letâs be honest, if they do judge you for this, theyâre definitely not worth your time. Besides, Oscar might even think youâre charming in a clumsy, endearing kind of way. You never know."
"You should really consider a career in therapy. If I lay here and close my eyes for a bit and sleep for three hours surely your advice will work," I retorted.
"Oh be so serious with me now,"
"I am! Now I can add a new skill to my LinkedIn profile," I said, trying to stifle a giggle. "How about 'Expert in Catastrophic Bathroom Mishaps: Master of Turning Shower Encounters into Slapstick Comedy'?"
Clementine burst into laughter. âThatâs quite a title! Itâs like youâve got a whole new niche market for yourself.â
âRight? Iâm just waiting for the endorsement from âThe Association of Embarrassing Bathroom Incidents,ââ I said, imagining a badge with that exact title. What a big, fat, fucking joke.
âOr maybe you'll become the keynote speaker for the 'International Conference on Unexpected Water-Based Accidents,ââ Clementine added, her voice full of amusement.
âIâll make sure to include a workshop on âHow to Survive a Bathroom Collision with Dignity and Humor,ââ I said with a chuckle. âAnd donât forget the seminar on âTurning Slip-and-Fall Disasters into Networking Opportunities.ââ
âA career to consider!â Clementine laughed. âAnd you know what? Iâll be your first fan. Just remember to keep me updated on how your new âdisastrous bathroom mishapâ career is going.â
âIâll make sure to do that,â I promised with a smile. âThanks for the laugh. Itâs nice to know that even in the middle of a fiasco, I can count on you to turn it into a comedy show.â
"What can I say, I will never turn down listening to a free shit show," Clementine winked at me through the camera.
"Clem! What the hell!" I waved my manicured pointed nail at her.
"Bye! Don't die from embarrassment before you come back!" She quipped, then promptly hung up.
I lay sprawled on my bed, dreading the thought of going downstairs and facing the group of new neighbors. The whole idea made me cringe. I was just about to mentally prepare myself for the awkward introductions when a sudden knock on my door jolted me upright. My heart raced as I called out lazily, âCome in.â
The door creaked open, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Oscar standing there. His eyebrow was raised, and he wore a cheeky grin that did nothing to ease my nerves.
"Well, well, well," he said with an amused smirk. "Looks like youâve been having quite the chat with 'dearest Clemmy,' havenât you?"
My face flushed beet red, and I stuttered, struggling to find my words. âW-What are you doing here?â
Oscar leaned casually against the doorframe, clearly enjoying my discomfort. âOh, you know, just overheard you and Clemmy talking about our little mishap. I believe you mentioned something about me being âa charming yet infuriating Aussie who managed to turn your bathroom break into a comedy skit.ââ
I blinked, stunned into silence. My mouth opened and closed, but no coherent words came out. The sheer embarrassment was overwhelming. Oscarâs casual demeanor and his cheeky grin only made things worse.
âWhat can I say, my name was called,â Oscar continued with a mischievous glint in his eye. âIf someone keeps calling you hot, I mean, wouldnât you be too curious to listen?â
His smirk only made my breath hitch and my fingers tremble a little more. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I struggled to come up with a response. The playful glint in his eye and his casual attitude did nothing to alleviate my embarrassment. Instead, they only made me feel more flustered.
I took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. âW-Well, I guess I didnât think anyone would be actually listening.â
Oscar raised an eyebrow playfully, his smirk widening. âOh, Iâm sure you didnât. But it was too good to pass up. Especially the part where you called me a âhuman wrecking ball.ââ
My face flushed a deeper shade of crimson. âGreat. Just great,â I muttered, shifting uncomfortably. âIâm sure Iâve made a fantastic first impression.â
Oscar chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe. âLook, itâs all good. Iâve seen worse first impressions. Trust me. At least you didnât accidentally set off the fire alarm or flood the place.â
I managed a weak smile, still feeling the sting of embarrassment. âYeah, well, Iâll try to keep any future disasters to a minimum.â
Look at me, constantly embarrassing myself in front of hot guys. This was the exact reason why I was still bitchless and socially awkward at the ripe age of twenty-one. I could navigate a spreadsheet like a pro, ace exams, and even master the perfect contour, but put me in a room with a cute guy, and I turned into a walking calamity.
I sighed internally, already dreading the inevitable teasing Iâd get from Clemmy once she found out I had, yet again, failed to keep my cool around a guy. Maybe I shouldâve just stayed in the bathroom and let the ground swallow me whole.
Oscar raised an eyebrow, studying me with a curious look. âYou know, you seem like a completely different person right now. Way quieter, more shy⊠less daring.â
My face flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. âThatâs not true,â I snapped, crossing my arms defensively. âIâm exactly the same as I was before.â
Oscarâs grin widened, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on me. âSure, if you say so. But the girl who almost took me down like a rugby player in the bathroom seemed a lot more fearless.â
My nose flared as I shot him a glare, feeling the fire of indignation rise within me. Who did he think he was, making assumptions about me? Iâll show him just how brave I can be, I thought, my fists clenching. If he wanted to see daring, then Iâd make sure he regretted ever doubting me. The nerve of this guy! He might have been hot, but that didnât give him the right to push my buttons like this.
Oscar gave me a lopsided grin, clearly pleased with himself. "Anyway, everyoneâs heading downstairs to meet each other. Figured Iâd let you know, since, you know, itâs probably not the best idea to hide out up here forever."
My stomach twisted with nerves at the thought of facing everyone after that humiliating encounter. The idea of meeting new people while still reeling from my disastrous introduction to Oscar was daunting. But there was no way I was going to let him see how nervous I actually was. I took a deep breath, nodding stiffly. "Fine, letâs get this over with."
As we walked out of the room and toward the stairs, I could feel Oscarâs presence behind meâlarge, imposing, and annoyingly close. My face heated up, and I silently cursed myself for blushing yet again. Why did this guy have to make everything so difficult?
It was like shooting a sitting duck. A little small talk, a smile, and baby, I was stuck. I was a grown woman, for godâs sake, not some teenager swooning over a crush. But there I was, getting flustered over a guy I barely knew. Get a grip, I told myself, trying to shake off the absurdity of the situation. This wasnât supposed to happenâI wasnât supposed to be this easily charmed.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I hesitated, gripping the railing a little longer than usual. I could feel Oscarâs gaze on me, and it only made my nerves worse. Just as I was about to take the first step down, his hand brushed against mine. The contact was brief but enough to send a jolt of awareness through me. His hand was rough with calluses, moderately enveloping mine in a way that felt both comforting and disarming.
What was it about this guy that made me feel so uncharacteristically off-balance? As I tried to steady my racing thoughts, I reminded myself that I had to keep it together. After all, I wasnât about to let some smooth-talking Aussie turn me into a lovesick foolâno matter how much my traitorous heart seemed to enjoy the challenge.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyes were drawn to two adults who were deep in conversation with my mom. Their warm, friendly demeanor and unmistakable Australian accents told me they were Oscarâs parents. They seemed just as lively and outgoing as he was, which only added to the strangeness of this entire situation.
Then, I spotted Oscarâs siblingsâa trio of sisters who looked like carbon copies of him, yet each had her own distinct vibe, like different fonts of the same typeface. They were laughing and joking with each other, their bond evident in the way they effortlessly engaged in light-hearted banter. I felt a pang of envy, wishing I had siblings to share that kind of closeness with.
My daydream was abruptly shattered when Oscarâs large, warm hand clasped onto my shoulder, his fingers pressing gently but firmly against my skin. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through me, making me jump slightly as a flush of heat rushed to my cheeks. His chuckle, deep and amused, rumbled behind me, the sound wrapping around me like a teasing caress. He was standing on the step just above me, close enough that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. His presence was unmistakably feltâbroad, solid, and way too close for comfort, yet somehow not close enough.
His fingers lingered on my shoulder, almost as if he was testing my reaction, and I could feel the warmth radiating from his touch, seeping into my skin. The space between us seemed to shrink with every passing second, and I could barely concentrate on anything but the weight of his hand and the steady beat of my heart hammering in my chest.
Oscar leaned in slightly, his voice low and smooth as honey. âJumpier than I thought,â he drawled, his tone dripping with playful mischief. âDidnât take you for the shy type. Especially not after our little bathroom tango.â His grin widened, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a way that was both infuriating and ridiculously charming.
My pulse quickened at the way he was looking at meâthose eyes sparkling with amusement, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. I swallowed hard, my mind racing to come up with a retort, but all I could focus on was how his hand, still resting on my shoulder, felt both protective and possessive. The air between us crackled with a tension that was impossible to ignore, and I had to remind myself to breathe.
I could quite literally cut the sexual tension with the dullest fucking butterknife in the world.
I tried to muster a sharp retort, something that would wipe that smug grin off his face, but my brain was too busy short-circuiting to cooperate. All I could manage was a stuttered, âI-Iâm not shy! You justâcaught me off guard, thatâs all.â The words tumbled out, weak and unconvincing, and I mentally cringed at how feeble they sounded.
Oscarâs grin only grew, clearly enjoying my flustered state. He leaned in a little closer, his gaze locked on mine with a playful intensity that made my heart skip a beat. âOff guard, huh?â he murmured, his voice dipping lower. âSo, youâre saying if I hadnât surprised you, youâd be able to keep up?â
I opened my mouth to respond, determined to regain some semblance of dignity, but nothing clever came out. Instead, I just stood there, caught between wanting to pull away from his teasing and feeling inexplicably drawn to his warmth. His hand slid from my shoulder, and the absence of his touch left a surprising chill in its wake.
Realizing that my window for a comeback was closing, I finally managed to sputter, âY-Yeah, exactly.â I immediately cursed myself for sounding so pathetic. Not exactly the sharp comeback I was hoping for. His smirk deepened, and I could tell he wasnât buying it for a second.
âSure, whatever you say,â Oscar replied, his tone still dripping with amusement. He straightened up, giving me a quick wink before stepping down to the next stair. The playful glint in his eyes told me he knew exactly how much he was getting under my skin, and he was loving every second of it.
As he moved past me, I finally found my voiceâtoo little, too lateâand muttered under my breath, âCocky bastard.â But it was quiet enough that I hoped he didnât hear it. To my dismay, Oscar paused, turning back with a raised eyebrow and an even wider grin.
âSorry, didnât catch that,â he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âCare to repeat it?â
My cheeks flamed as I quickly shook my head. âNope, nothing. Letâs just⊠go meet everyone.â
Oscarâs grin didnât falter as he took a step closer, still looming above me. âYou know,â he began, his voice casual but with that familiar teasing edge, âIâve already met everyone else. Your mom, too. And Iâve gotta say, you two seem like complete opposites.â
I blinked up at him, caught off guard again. âOpposites?â
He nodded, leaning against the wall with that effortless ease he seemed to have perfected. âYep. Your momâs all smiles and warm welcomes. You, on the other hand⊠well, youâve got this whole âready to throw punchesâ vibe going on.â
I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to gauge whether he was being serious or just messing with me again. âI do not have a âready to throw punchesâ vibe.â
Oscarâs lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh. âOh, you totally do. But donât worry,â he added with a playful smirk, âitâs kind of endearing. Keeps things interesting.â
I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. âGlad to know Iâm so entertaining for you.â
He shrugged, unfazed. âHey, Iâm just saying, opposites attract, right? Besides, your mom already likes me. You could take a few notes.â
His comment sent a fresh wave of warmth to my cheeks, both from irritation and something I couldnât quite place. âI donât need notes from you,â I shot back, though my voice lacked its usual bite.
Oscar just chuckled, giving me one last teasing wink before turning to head down the stairs. âWhatever you say, mate. Just try not to tackle anyone else while youâre at it.â
"Well well well, what do we have here?" A girl with short hair and a devious grin matching Oscar's grinned at me as well entered the kitchen. Shimmering her hands like "jazz hands", she rolled her eyes and rested her chin in the palm of her hand.
I turned to face the new arrival, immediately recognizing her as one of Oscarâs sistersâone of the three siblings who seemed to share his penchant for mischief. Her cropped hair and sharp, playful eyes made her look like sheâd just stepped out of a rom-com where she was the resident troublemaker, always stirring the pot and having a laugh at everyone elseâs expense.
âHey, party people,â she said, her voice dripping with a teasing lilt. She shot me a grin that was almost a mirror image of Oscarâs, mischievous and knowing, like she was in on some inside joke I hadnât been let in on yet. I could feel the same heat from before creeping up my neck. Why did it feel like these siblings were reading me like an open book?
âLooks like someoneâs already made a grand entrance,â she continued, flicking her eyes between me and Oscar with an amused smirk. âOscarâs been talking about you nonstop since we got here. Said something about a âbathroom fiascoâ that deserves an award?â
I shot a glare at Oscar, who was leaning casually against the counter, looking far too pleased with himself. âDid he now?â I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the mortification clawing at me.
The girl laughed, light and musical, but with an edge that told me she was fully enjoying every bit of this. âOh yeah, heâs been filling us in. But donât worry, weâre used to his tall tales. Iâm Hattie, by the way,â she added, extending a hand with exaggerated enthusiasm as if we were meeting on the set of a game show rather than in my kitchen.
I hesitated for a beat before shaking her hand, trying to muster a smile that didnât look too forced. âNice to meet you, Hattie. Iâmââ
âOh, I know who you are,â she interrupted, her grin widening. âYouâre the girl who almost took out my brother. Honestly, Iâm impressed. No oneâs ever managed to knock him off his game quite like that.â
I glanced at Oscar, who was watching the exchange with an infuriatingly smug look on his face. Maisieâs comment hung in the air, both a compliment and a lighthearted jab. I couldnât help but feel like I was once again the butt of some inside joke between the siblings.
âYeah, well, itâs a special talent of mine,â I said, trying to sound casual but feeling like every word was being scrutinized. âGuess I just have that effect.â
Hattie laughed, the sound bright and unapologetically amused. âOh, I like you already. But hey, if youâre gonna hang out with us, you better be ready for a little friendly chaos. And maybe a few more unexpected collisions.â
Oscar gave a soft snort of laughter, and I could feel his eyes still on me, assessing, teasing, andâannoyinglyâalmost impressed. I tried to ignore the butterflies that seemed to be staging a full-on rebellion in my stomach. Clearly, this family thrived on playful torment, and I had somehow found myself right in the middle of it.
âDonât worry,â I said, straightening up and forcing a confident smile. âI think I can handle whatever you guys throw at me.â
Hattie's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she gave me a mock salute. âThatâs the spirit. Welcome to the chaos, mate.â
Oscar chuckled again, giving me that damn wink before pushing off from the counter. âOh, sheâs ready for it. Trust me, sheâs already made quite the impression.â
The other two girls strolled in, each with their own distinct energy that filled the room. One had a fierce, confident look, dark hair tied up in a messy bun, and a leather jacket that screamed âcooler-than-youâ vibes. The youngest, a curly-haired, bright-eyed whirlwind, practically bounced into the kitchen, her infectious smile lighting up the space.
âSo,â I said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of new faces. âIâve met Oscar, obviously, and⊠Hattie, right?â I glanced at the girl who had first greeted me, who nodded with a playful smile. âBut Iâm afraid I havenât gotten your names yet,â I continued, pointing between the other two sisters.
The girl with the leather jacket gave me a wry grin, leaning casually against the counter. âIâm Edie,â she said, her voice dripping with casual confidence. âThe cooler, smarter middle child.â
Mae, the youngest, immediately chimed in, rolling her eyes at her sister. âAnd Iâm Mae, the fun one,â she said with a giggle, her curls bouncing as she hopped up onto a stool. âEdieâs just mad she wasnât born with my charm.â
Edie snorted, pretending to be offended. âPlease, youâre like a tiny tornado of chaos. But yeah, I guess sheâs not wrong,â she added, shooting me a smirk. âMaeâs got a way of making everything a little⊠livelier.â
I couldnât help but smile at their playful back-and-forth. âNice to officially meet you all. And thanks for the heads-up on your brotherâs antics,â I said, glancing at Oscar, who was watching the exchange with an amused glint in his eye.
âOh, trust me,â Hattie added, her grin widening as she nudged Oscar with her elbow. âWeâve got years of experience keeping this one in line. Youâre welcome to join the effort.â
Oscar threw his hands up in mock surrender. âWow, ganging up on me already? This is why I never bring girls home,â he joked, though there was a hint of genuine warmth in his voice, like he was more than used toâand secretly enjoyedâtheir teasing.
Mae leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âJust wait till we start telling you all the embarrassing stories. Oscarâs got quite a few, and weâve got no problem spilling the tea.â
Oscar smirked, shifting his weight just enough to close the distance between us, his presence suddenly feeling a lot closer, a lot warmer. He leaned in with a casual ease, his movements smooth and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to make me squirm. His voice dropped into a playful, low tone, rich and velvety, each word dripping with deliberate charm. âOh, donât worry about them,â he murmured, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. âIâd much rather hear your stories. Youâre far more interesting than anything they could say about me.â
The way he looked at me was like I was the only person in the room, his eyes lingering on mine with a bold, flirtatious glint that sent a shiver down my spine. His grin was maddeningly confident, a little crooked, and devastatingly irresistibleâthe kind of smile that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. It was teasing, suggestive, and far too charming for its own good, like he was daring me to blush, daring me to react.
I felt the heat creeping up my neck, a slow burn that spread across my cheeks, making my skin prickle with the sudden awareness of how close he was. My mind scrambled for something clever to say, but his flirtatious tone, the way his eyes roved over my face as if he was reading every reaction, left me tongue-tied. It was like he was peeling back layers with just a look, searching for the part of me that he could fluster with a few well-placed words and that infuriating smile.
I tried to steady my breath, but his proximity was overwhelming. I could catch the faint scent of his cologneâfresh, with a hint of something spicyâand the subtle shift of his body as he leaned closer sent my senses into overdrive. Every nerve seemed to hum in response to his nearness, and I could feel my face burning hotter, betraying me with every second that I failed to look away.
Edie made a gagging noise, rolling her eyes dramatically. âEw, Oscar, seriously? Can you not flirt for like five seconds? Itâs embarrassing.â
Mae giggled, giving Oscar a playful shove. âYeah, gross. No one wants to see that. Save it for when weâre not around, Romeo.â
Hattie snorted, shaking her head as she watched Oscar with a mix of amusement and exasperation. âHeâs always like this. Thinks heâs Mr. Smooth. Donât let him get to you.â
But Oscar only chuckled, clearly unfazed by his sistersâ teasing. He turned back to me, his grin widening as he caught sight of my flushed cheeks. âAww, look at that,â he said, his voice soft and teasing. âDid I make you blush? How cute.â
I quickly tried to hide my face, mortification bubbling up as I realized there was no escaping the heat radiating from my cheeks. âN-No, you didnât,â I stammered, though the pink tint on my face said otherwise.
Oscarâs smirk deepened, and he leaned in just a little closer, his voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre not very good at hiding it, you know. Itâs kind of endearing.â
I could practically feel my cheeks getting even more red, if that was even possible. His sisters snickered behind us, enjoying the show as much as they enjoyed tormenting him.
Mae nudged Hattie, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, âHeâs really laying it on thick, huh? Someone needs to put a leash on this one.â
Hattie snickered and turned to me, giving me an exaggeratedly sympathetic look. âDonât worry, he does this to everyone. Itâs part of his âcharm offensive.â Just donât let him get away with it too easily.â
âYeah, make him work for it,â Edie added with a laugh. âAnd donât let that blush fool you. Heâs got enough of an ego without you feeding it.â
Oscar just shrugged, clearly unbothered by his sistersâ ribbing. He kept his eyes on me, his smile softening just slightly. âTheyâre just jealous because they know Iâm right. You really are something else.â
I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the smile that was creeping onto my face despite my best efforts. âYouâre impossible,â I muttered, crossing my arms in an attempt to compose myself.
Oscar leaned back, finally giving me a bit of space but not without one last wink. âImpossibleâs my specialty,â he said, the playful challenge hanging in the air.
Hattie clapped her hands together, breaking the charged silence that had wrapped around us. âAlright, lovebirds, letâs change the scene before this kitchen gets any steamier,â she said with a sly grin, glancing between Oscar and me. âWhat do you say we all head out to the pool? Itâs hot as hell today, and I could use a swim.â
Maeâs eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she bounced on her toes with excitement. âYes, please! Iâve been dying to jump in all morning. Come on, itâll be fun.â
Edie shrugged, pushing off the counter. âSounds like a plan. Beats sitting around here watching Oscar make a fool of himself,â she said, shooting her brother a pointed look that he brushed off with a careless smirk.
I hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden change in plans. The thought of the poolâcool water, bright sun, and lounging with these new, vibrant personalitiesâwas tempting, but my mind immediately jumped to what that would mean: changing into a bikini, being under the sun's scrutiny, and, worse, the idea of Oscarâs eyes on me again, but this time with even less to hide behind.
âUh, yeah, sure,â I said, trying to sound casual, though my heart was starting to race for an entirely different reason now. âJust give me a minute to get changed.â
As I slipped back into my room, I rummaged through my suitcase, finding the bright bikini I had packed on a whim but hadnât quite planned on wearing in front of a whole audience of strangers. It was a pretty numberâa little more revealing than I was used toâbut suddenly, the idea of wearing it around Oscar felt daunting. My insecurities bubbled up: the nagging thoughts of whether my stomach was flat enough, if my thighs looked alright, or if the faint stretch marks I tried so hard to ignore would be too noticeable under the bright afternoon sun.
I took a deep breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I tugged at the fabric, trying to adjust it in a way that made me feel more comfortable, but the nerves wouldnât settle. I could already imagine Oscarâs eyes lingering on me, his playful smirk turning into something more appraising, and the thought sent a rush of heat to my cheeks. God, why was I letting this get to me? It was just a pool. Just a bikini. Just Oscar. But the more I tried to rationalize, the more those little fears crept in, whispering doubts that made my stomach churn.
I was so lost in my own thoughts, adjusting and readjusting the strings and trying to silence the negative self-talk, that I nearly jumped out of my skin when a sudden knock rattled my door. My heart leaped into my throat, and I spun around, my breath catching as I called out, âW-Who is it?â
âItâs me,â came Oscarâs familiar voice, muffled but still clear enough to send a jolt of nerves through me. âJust checking to see if youâre alright in there. Youâve been quiet, and, well, didnât want you chickening out on us.â
His tone was light, but there was something softer in it, something that caught me off guard. It wasnât the usual teasing or the cocky one-liners Iâd grown accustomed to in the short time Iâd known him. This felt⊠genuine. A flicker of concern threaded through his words, almost like he actually cared if I was okay. My cheeks flushed anew, this time from the unexpected warmth of his attention rather than embarrassment.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my cover-up as I tried to piece together my swirling thoughts. Was this the same Oscar who had been smirking at me in the kitchen, flirting shamelessly in front of his sisters? The same Oscar who seemed to relish every moment he made me blush or stumble over my words? It was strange, almost disarming, to hear him like thisâconcerned, attentive, with none of his usual bravado.
My heart fluttered at the thought. What if there was more to him than just the cheeky guy who lived for teasing? I couldnât help but feel a small, unexpected tug in my chest, an urge to believe that this side of him was real and not just some act. But then, just as quickly, my rational side kicked in, reminding me that Iâd known Oscar for all of three hours, most of which had been spent flustered and caught up in his whirlwind of charm.
Was I reading too much into this? Was I letting my own insecurities and wishful thinking color my perception of him? It was hard not to, especially when he swung so easily between flirty and sincere, keeping me constantly off-balance. I barely knew this guy, yet here I was, letting my mind wander into dangerous territory, imagining depth and sincerity that might not even be there.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady my thoughts. I didnât want to jump to conclusionsâdidnât want to let a few kind words make me think Iâd seen some hidden side of him. But it was hard not to feel flustered when his voice had softened like that, when heâd taken the time to check on me instead of just joking about how long I was taking.
The knock on my door, the concern in his toneâit all felt so different from the playful Oscar whoâd swaggered into my life just a few hours ago. Maybe it was nothing, just a moment of decency, a brief glimpse of something real behind the jokes and teasing. Or maybe I was just overthinking, desperate to see something more in him because heâd managed to get under my skin in a way I wasnât quite prepared for.
I sighed, feeling my cheeks heat up once more as the realization hit meâI was blushing again, and not just from embarrassment this time. There was something about Oscar, something that made me want to believe he was more than the carefree charmer he projected. But whether that was true or just wishful thinking, I couldnât be sure. Not yet.
âI-Iâm fine!â I called back, trying to steady my voice, but it came out shaky, betraying the mix of anxiety and embarrassment that had settled in my chest. âJust⊠getting ready.â
There was a pause on the other side of the door, long enough that I thought he might have walked away. But then, Oscarâs voice cut through again, softer this time, and with a teasing edge. âYou sure? I promise no oneâs gonna judge you out there. Least of all me.â
The reassurance felt sincere, but I couldnât help the way my mind raced with all the what-ifs. What if he did look? What if I didnât look good enough? What if this stupid bikini made me feel more exposed than I could handle? I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror, trying to summon the confidence that I usually wore so easily, but right now felt like it was hiding somewhere I couldnât reach.
âYeah, Iâm sure,â I finally managed, forcing a smile I hoped he couldnât hear through the door. âJust... give me a sec. Iâll be right out.â
âTake your time,â Oscar said, his voice fading as he finally moved away from the door. âBut donât take too long. You donât wanna miss the fun.â
As his footsteps retreated, I let out a shaky breath, trying to collect myself. I ran a hand through my hair, giving myself one last pep talk before heading out. It was just a pool day, I reminded myself. Just a stupid pool day with some new people and a guy who was way too good at making me blush. And maybe, just maybe, it would be funâif I could get out of my own head long enough to let it be.
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Blood moon
Pairing: Scott McCall x reader
Warnings: Swearing, smut
Chapter: 7.02
You step into the kitchen and drop the glass of orange juice from your hand as you jump backwards, startled by the figure leaning against the island in the middle of the room. So much for werewolf reflexes. Since the sleepover Wyatt was at got canceled, you had awkwardly suggested everyone regrouped at another location. As much as you cared for Lydia, you didnât want your son near anything that was going on.
âJesus McCall, havenât you ever heard of knocking?â You huff, looking down at the sticky liquid spreading fast across the floor. You grab a handful of kitchen rolls and dab at it before the juice runs onto your cream carpet in the next room.
âSorry, I didnât mean to- Sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay,â Scott said. He sighed, noticing you were avoiding his gaze. âAre you okay?â
âI'm fine.â
Scott puffed out his cheeks, feeling defeated already. âI donât usually ask when it comes to you and Isaac, but whatâs going on? He left kind of abruptly.â
You re-enter the living room fidgeting with the silver band on your middle finger, the pad of your thumb feeling the small rubies on it. âGuys, I hate to do this, but Wyattâs coming home, and I donât want him around... whatever this is.â
Scott looks up at your alarm. âWhy, whatâs wrong?â
âHeâs fine; his friend's mom just texted and said one of the kids started vomiting, so everyoneâs gotta go.â
Isaac yanks his jacket from the back of the coat hanger. âIâll go get him. Take him to the arcade or cinema.â
âHe still needs to have his dinner.â
âThen Iâll take him for pizza first,â Isaac slams the front door behind him when he leaves the house.
You cock your head to the side, looking up at Scott, still irritated by your brother. âHeâs just... he's got an issue with his girlfriend. Where did everyone else go?â
âThe animal clinic.â
After all this time, no matter what changed throughout the years, Deatonâs vets was the safe place you and your friends gravitate towards whenever times are tough. A small smile creeps onto your face as you think about the times as teenagers when your pack would gather in the same place.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âI was just thinking how, after all this time, we still go to the same place for help.â You squeeze Scottâs shoulder. âDid I ever tell you Iâm proud of you for becoming a vet?â
âUhh, you have,â he chuckles. âBut it means a lot coming from you, no matter how many times I hear it.â
âAre you staying here until Wyatt gets home?â
âYeah,â he pulls his phone out of his pocket. âIâll just let Stiles know Iâll catch up with them later.â
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âDaddy!â
âHey, little man.â
Smiling, Scott picks Wyatt up and kisses his cheek. âWhere did Uncle Isaac take you?â
While your son fills his father in on all the fun games he played at the arcade, Isaac mumbles an apology as he walks by. He places a stuffed toy on the kitchen counter; it looks just like one I had as a girl. âIâm going to be out for the rest of the night,â he says. âI donât know if youâve seen it, but Stiles asked if someone whoâs werewolf could spend the night in case he needs help with Lydia.â
âItâs probably for the best that someone is there for her. I think Scott was going to meet them at the vets.â
âActually,â Scott walks over with Wyatt now sitting on his shoulders. âI was going to put this little monster to bed once he has showed me his new toys.â
Scott wasnât outright asking, but from his tone, you knew it was a question. You smile, although he was a good dad. Scott never got to spend the same amount of time with your son as you did, which made him feel guilty. âSure, but first heâs going for a bath.â
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You yawn into the back of your hand, not wanting to interrupt Scott and Wyatt playing before bed. You curled up on the couch to watch a film. Youâre starting to doze off when Scott comes back down the stairs and sits next to you, much to your surprise.
âIs he asleep already?â
âYeah, probably a sugar crash.â
You reposition yourself on the couch so Scott has more space; the thick fluffy grey blanket covering your lap slides down at one side, revealing. Noticing, Scott pulls on the bottom of your nightgown, âcute.â
Your nightgown was light pink, silky, with little stars and moons on it.
âDonât tease.â
Smirking, Scott lowers his head till your lips meet. At first the kiss is soft and gentle, but it quickly becomes heated. Feeling his hand on your bare thigh, your legs part, and Scott begins rubbing at the most sensitive spot through your underwear.
âOh,â you slap your hand over your mouth to stop making noise.
Scott kisses your neck while sliding two of his fingers inside you, muffling his own groans. Just as you go to unzip his jeans, you open your eyes and notice the blinds had opened slightly and were now open, and something was outside looking in.
Abruptly, you push Scottâs hand away and jump to your feet. He stares at you alarmed, âShit, did I hurt you?â
You shake your head, âThereâs someone outside.â
âKeep an eye on the doors.â Without needing any further explanation, Scott sprints upstairs and then quickly runs back down with Wyatt in his arms. âIs it still there?â
You do your best to discreetly peek out of the window; at first you donât see anything, but then you notice thereâs a white mask left laying on the grass. âNot that I can see.â
He hands you Wyatt, who was still half asleep. âWe gotta run for the car. Once we are inside, call Stiles and tell him we are going to the clinic, then call the police.â
You didnât have time to ask questions, but something had scared the hell out of Scott as well.
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history of cinnamon sorrow today. Eddie in Texas trying to talk to Chris đ
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Eddie sits on the steps and waits for Chris to sit with him. He does, but he also just looks out over the front yard and the driveway, staring off into the distance. He doesnât look at Eddie.Â
Not that Eddie expects him to. But he thought they were a little further in making up. Which is his mistake. Obviously. He doesnât know how else to start but to say, âI love you. You know that, right?â
Chris sighs. âYeah.â
âI missed you a lot.â
Chris makes a noncommittal noise.
Eddie tries differently. âHowâs your new school? You like it?
âItâs fine.â
Wow, two whole words. Theyâre doing really well.Â
âI donât want to go back now.â Chris does look at him this time when he says it. âI like it here.â
Eddie takes a slow breath and lets it out so he can remember what itâs like to have air and life and be living. Doesnât quite manage. But he tries.Â
It was years and lifetimes ago when Chris wanted to go with him. When they sat here on the porch, exactly like this, and Eddie was sure his son wanted nothing to do with him, didnât care about being with him, but Chris said, I miss you all the time, and Eddie hugged him and held him, and they left to face the world on their own adventure. Together.Â
Obviously kids grow up. And everything changes. Eddie just didnât expect it would be this different.Â
âI know,â Eddie says with knives in his chest. âThatâs okay. Thatâs why Iâ You donât have to leave here. We donât have to go anywhere. You donât. Iâm going to move.âÂ
Chris looks at him again, but this time like he hasnât heard correctly. âWhat? Youâre going toâ What do you mean?â
âIââ Eddie did tell him. Mostly. It was rushed and he wasnât sure Chris really listened or heard him when they talked a few weeks ago. It didnât matter though. Eddie had decided. âIâm moving back. Here. To El Paso. We packed up the house, I have a place Iâm renting for now, but Iâm looking for a house forâ me. For us if you want to be there. If not then, Iâll at least be close by.âÂ
Chris just stares at him. âWhat do you mean youâre moving back? Why would you do that?â
Eddie would kind of, almost laugh. Except nothing about this is funny. âBecause I want to be with you. I want to be part of your life. I know I missed out. On a lot. And Iâll never forgive myself for that. But I can move now. I can be here. I'm not going to waste any more time. If this is what you want and where you want to be, then Iâm going to be here. Even if you donât, if weâre notââ
âDad, what the hell?âÂ
Thatâsâ Not that Eddie should encourage his fourteen year old to talk that way. But itâs probably fair. It could be worse. And itâs not as if Eddie doesnât swear.Â
âYou donât need to be here,â Chris says.Â
âI know I donât need to,â but also, Eddie does need to. âI know you donât need me, butââ
âWhat do you mean I donât need you?â
That, Eddie doesnât have an answer for. If Chris needs him, why is he saying Eddie doesnât need to be here? Why would Chris need him? Why would anyone? Unless theyâre into having their whole life ruined, Eddie isnât anyoneâs first choice.Â
Except for maybe Buck?Â
Until Eddie ruins that, too.Â
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