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His Fault

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader (she/her)

type: pure angst

an: i know this isn't aot and on wattpad, its posted in my aot book but whatever. anyways, here's my first oneshot of Toru and uh, it's just pain, isn't it. have fun reading lmfao. im more focused on a Satoru fanfic rn tho. follow my Tumblr for more content tho. same user as here. any requests, let me know :)

warnings: manga spoilers for Gojo's past arc, death, mentions of blood, pure painful angst. pretty sure that's it but let me know if i missed any :)

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Satoru knew it was his fault the first time he lost you. He had so many chances, so many opportunities to make you permanently his but not once did he take it.

Satoru remembered the day he met you. It was just a typical day for him. He didn't expect that day to be the day he met you. The day he met such a sweet angel.

That was another thing. Never did he expect to have fallen for someone like you.

Someone normal.

Because he, Satoru Gojo, the world's most powerful sorcerer (or at least he will be), fell in love with a normal schoolgirl.

Your father owned a cafe and on the evenings after school, you'd often visit him to assist him in anything he needed. But most of the time, you would take a table, the furthest one from everyone else, and begin doing your work.

You liked the surrounding of the cafe. There weren't too many people that it was hectic and packed, but there weren't too few people that it became sad for your father's business. It was just the perfect amount of customers.

You weren't really a people person but you do enjoy people watching. You found it quite interesting looking at the customers coming in and out of the shop.

And you certainly found them interesting.

On that one day, you were busy finishing up your homework.

Seated at the furthest table from everyone to avoid being a disturbance to the business, papers and books were sprawled out on the table, a cup of tea and a plate of Danish pastry accompanying you.

You heard the bell letting out a short ring, an indication that a new customer had arrived. Every time the bell sounded, your head would perk up from the pile of papers to see the figures arriving. That day, you saw two tall boys, probably around your age, coming in.

They wore top matching jackets, their pants the same color but of a different style. The boy with the messy white hair had slim tight pants while the boy with the dark hair had baggy style pants.

The white-haired boy wore a pair of sunglasses, covering your field of vision from seeing his eyes. The dark-haired boy had long hair, half of it tied up in a bun. His eyes were small, slightly overshadowed by his bangs.

Even from that view, you could tell they were both very handsome. They had lean, tall figures, slim and slender. Although, the white-haired boy was taller than the other one.

There was something rather intriguing about them. Like a magnetic force, causing you to almost get captured by their essence.

Going by your nature, you turned your head back to your work, trying to finish it as soon as you can. But going against your nature, you couldn't help but lose focus on your work, instead, you were hung up on the two figures.

"Let's get the cheesecake, some macarons- Oh! Strudels! Let's get peach, apple? Yeah, let's get the apple. Hmm, that chocolate roll looks good. We'll get that, too," the white-haired one excitedly pointed. "You?"

"I'll just take some of yours," he gently let out.

"Okay, then. Oh, strawberry shortcake! I love those. Let's get one," the boy giggled while clapping excitedly.

You could imagine the shocked look on your father's face when the man declined his desserts to be boxed as a to-go. The imagined sight of your father made you want to giggle. You had to suppress yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter as to not gain attention to yourself.

After paying, the boys made their way to find a table. You prayed and prayed that they would sit at a table a little further away from you.

But the universe was not on your side that day because they chose to sit at the table right next to yours. You tried ignoring their presence but God, what the fuck was up with them and why the fuck can't you focus on this stupid work?

"You sure you don't want anything else, Suguru?" The white-haired teen asked.

"Yeah, I'm still full," the other boy replied.

The white-haired boy had a voice more teasing and giggly compared to the dark-haired boy. Either way, you found yourself unable to continue your work.

To pair with your empty plate that once held a pastry, you emptied your cup by taking a long sip of your tea. You let out a sigh of frustration before standing up, the empty plate and cup in your hands.

As you stood up to walk towards the counter, you felt two pairs of eyes boring onto your figure, following your movements. You tried your best to ignore it, hoping it was only just your imagination. You contemplated whether or not to grab a little bit more food since your work was far from done.

"Honey, can you send these to those boys over there?" Your father asked, showing you a tray full of desserts.

"Alright," you nodded, putting down your empty plate in exchange for the tray.

God, oh God, why?

Nevertheless, you brought the tray, making your way to the table of teens. A smile was formed on your complexion for hospitality as you gracefully walked to the boys.

Upon your arrival, the white-haired teen excitedly perked up, a wide smile on his pale complexion. He excitedly clapped as you placed the plates in between the two boys. The light-haired boy had taken off his sunglasses, allowing you a view of his pair of eyes.

And oh Lord, you had never seen blue eyes as beautiful as his.

"I thought you were a customer," the dark-haired teen spoke. You assumed his name was Suguru based on before.

"Oh no, my father owns the shop," you kindly explained with a sweet tone.

"Lucky," the white-haired boy said.

After that day, you found your days being filled with their presence. For a whole week, day after day after day, they keep coming back. And each time, they'd take the table nearest to you.

Until finally, they built up their courage to ask you for your name and proper introductions were made.

Satoru was honestly surprised with himself at how he behaved in getting to know you. Normally, Satoru had no struggle when it came to charming girls. With his good looks and witty personality, it came easy to him.

But with you, he found himself shying away.

Especially when he learned the truth of his best friend.

At the point when Satoru knew Suguru's secret, the three of you had been friends for more than a year. You were part of their friend group too, now.

Since you were just a normal person, curses and the Jujutsu world were something of the unknown to you. At first, they weren't sure if they should tell you but even so, they would easily exorcise any curses that dared neared you.

When they finally told you the truth, it took quite some time for you to believe them. Because seriously, curses and magic? Sounded like a bullshit prank Satoru would pull.

But when you were truly convinced of it, things started to make more sense. And your friendship with them only grew stronger.

But alongside friendship, something else grew.

You found yourself looking forward to the day after school when you'd be at the cafe and soon, both Satoru and Suguru would walk in, taking their seats by your table.

You found yourself loving how Satoru would shower you with flirtatious compliments, often leaving you to be a blushing mess.

But you knew not to get too attached to a non-existent deeper meaning of his actions. Because you've seen the way girls act around him and vice versa.

Satoru was a player and though you have fantasized about being with him, you knew he didn't feel the same for you.

But Suguru was a different case.

He was always a gentleman, with his sweet voice and caring actions. It wasn't that Satoru was a bad guy, it was just that he never looked at you the same way you always looked at him.

Or so you thought.

Because ever since he stepped foot in your father's cafe, all Satoru could think about was getting to know you. He had no idea what it was but there was something about you that pulled his attention.

It wasn't just that he thought you were extremely beautiful, it was more than that. Because of that strange feeling, Satoru didn't immediately hit on you like he would with anyone else.

He wanted to actually get to know you. And when he did get to know you, Satoru was sure he was head over fucking heels in love with you.

And Satoru never wondered about his self-worth. But you always made him question himself.

Was he good enough of a man to be with you?

He finally realized that even if he wasn't good enough, he would do whatever he could to be the best for you. To be the man you deserved. He was ready to confess, to let you know the feelings he'd kept secret from you and Suguru.

But then Suguru's own secret became truth to him.

"Can I tell you something?" Suguru once asked Satoru in the middle of the night when the outside world had gone to sleep but he couldn't because his mind was kept awake with thoughts of you.

The same could be said for Satoru but Suguru held no knowledge of that.

"What's up?"

"I'm in love with Y/N," Suguru confessed to his best friend.

At that moment, Satoru experienced his first heartbreak.

His best friend was in love with the girl he loved.

And the worst thing was that Suguru was a much better man than Satoru ever could be.

Satoru loved his best friend but he sometimes found himself envious of Suguru. Suguru was kind and basically just fucking perfect.

Suguru was the blueprint of the man you deserved in life. He could give you the type of life you wanted. A family, white picket fence, loving home life.

Compared to Suguru, Gojo knew he was incomparable when it came to your love.

So for years, Satoru watched as his two best friends fell in love with each other.

That was the first time Satoru lost you.

When he took too long to realize that he was willing to be the best version of himself for you. It took him too long to realize that you were the girl of his dreams. It took him too long and now, he lost you.

When Suguru first told you the truth about his feelings, you weren't truly sure what you felt. Of course, you knew he was a good person and he would treat you well. And it wasn't that you didn't feel the same. It was just that you also felt the same for Satoru.

But again, you knew Satoru could never reciprocate.

So why would you waste someone as good as Suguru for a person who could never love you?

You and Suguru had so many great days, lasting years. You loved him just as he loved you. You both always tried your best not to exclude Satoru because he was still your best friend alongside Suguru.

Satoru tried his best to let go of his feelings for you. He always reminded himself that you were with Suguru.

Of course, Gojo would never do anything to ruin your relationship with Geto. Because he saw how happy you were with Geto.

You always wore a smile when you'd greet them both, a quick peck on the lips for Geto and a quick tight hug for Satoru.

But even though your greeting hugs were quick, they were warm, always leaving your scent lingering on his shirt.

And Satoru adored it. He adored you.

Satoru knew that that was his fault.

And he knew what happened next was also his fault.

It started when Geto and Gojo were assigned the confidential mission of protecting the Star-Plasma Vessel. It was work that needed to be done discreetly, not something that came as hard for Satoru and his best friend. Things were going so well and they managed to almost get the girl to the safety of Master Tengen's barrier.

But fate was not on their side that day.

The young girl died.

Her death took a heavy toll on both Satoru and Suguru. Your partner was the one accompanying the girl when the ostracized man of the Zenin clan shot her in the head. Suguru blamed himself for not being able to protect her when it was his responsibility.

They returned back home, searching for you and your comfort. You had no idea regarding the details but you knew it wasn't good. Because Satoru was silent the whole time, something completely out of his character.

You hoped that your consolement was good enough for them.

Unfortunately, your comfort only truly reached one of them.

After they graduated from their school, Satoru was assigned more missions compared to Geto since he was the man he meant to be; the world's most powerful sorcerer.

He hated that.

He hated being that.

He just wanted to be yours.

But one day, Suguru went to see you.

His face was not the one that you first saw on him the day of your first meeting.

It was different. Heartbroken. Traumatized.

When you asked what happened, he told you that a junior of his had died. The whole night, you let him stay within the confines of your arms. You made sure to let him know how much you loved him.

But since that day, there was something rather dark within his once kind eyes. You didn't know what it was but it scared you.

You talked to Satoru about it and even he noticed the slight changes in his best friend. But neither he nor you could pinpoint what it was.

And it tortured you to see the man you loved being so troubled and there was nothing you could do for him.

Satoru had just gotten back from a mission alone. He was exhausted and the news that greeted his arrival was not one he expected at all.

"You're fucking kidding," he scoffed, humor lacking in between his words.

"Unfortunately, it's true," Yaga disappointedly looked down. "One hundred and twelve non-sorcerors, dead. All massacred at the hands of Suguru Geto."

That was his second heartbreak.

Losing his best friend to the dark side.

Because he was too blinded by the responsibility of being the strongest, he couldn't help Suguru.

It was his fault.

Everything felt like they were his fault.

"We think he might be going after non-sorcerors," Yaga informed grimly.

No.

Satoru felt panic rushing throughout his entire being.

No, God, please, no.

Not non-sorcerors.

Because you were a non-sorceror.

And you were in Suguru's life.

No.

He would never. Right?

Satoru was almost sure that Geto would never hurt you.

Almost was the right word, indeed.

Because as Satoru ran into your house, your name leaving his lips in panicked screams, you were lying on the floor, tears bleeding out of your eyes. Satoru couldn't keep away the tears overflowing his eyes at the sight of you.

The love of his life was dying.

And it was his fault.

His fault because he couldn't save you from his best friend.

His fault because he couldn't save his best friend from the dark side.

His fault, his fault, his fault.

"No, no, no, no, Y/N, stay with me," he cried, carefully cradling you into his arms.

He didn't want to worsen your injuries, scared that he'd lose you straight away. You were crying, hating yourself for everything that happened.

The blood that seeped out of your body was staining Satoru's uniform but he didn't care.

How could he care if you were there on the verge of dying?

He was ready to teleport you to the school, have Shoko use her reversal technique on you but you stopped him.

"Don't," you hiccuped.

"What? Y/N, I'll get you safe," he shook his head but your hold on his arm tightened to gain his attention.

"Please don't. It's no use, Toru," you cried, nose sniffling from the tears and blood.

"I can save you. Shoko will cure you-"

"I don't want her to," you shook your head. "Let me die, Toru, please," you begged, blinking hard as tears fell.

You begged for him to let you die.

How could he ever agree to that?

Why would he ever agree to a life lacking your presence?

But he did.

Because you asked him.

You asked him because you were scared to live.

You asked him because in the moments before his arrival, the only thing clouding your mind was the darkness held within your partner's eyes as he ran a dagger through your stomach.

You knew Geto wouldn't stop, no matter what, to get what he wanted.

And he wanted to kill you.

You saw that.

He wanted to kill you.

And you were scared to live, always running, looking over your shoulder.

So you wanted to die.

And you knew it hurt, but you had to ask Satoru to do that.

"I'm sorry. It was my fault, I'm so sorry," Satoru cried, his large palm caressing your tired face.

"It's okay, Toru."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I should-"

"I love you," you whispered.

In your final moments, you had to let him know.

The secret you kept in your heart after all these years, you had to let it out.

Even as you loved Suguru, you never stopped loving Satoru.

And you wondered if maybe Suguru knew that.

You wondered if you deserved to die at his hands because you had your heart parted.

Either way, you had to tell Satoru.

"I've always loved you," you smiled weakly.

"What?"

"I know you don't feel the same, but I just had to let you know," you sadly let out, finding his hand in yours.

"I love you," he replied, crying before he pressed his lips against yours.

You kissed back immediately, finding home in the confines of his arms and lips.

"Thank you for coming into my life, Satoru," you whispered, your last words replaying in his head as he held you tightly in his arms while you let out your last breath.

That was the second time he lost you.

This time, permanently.

His third heartbreak.

If only he hadn't come into your life, you'd still be alive.

He was the one who wanted to try that cafe.

He was the one who wanted to sit next to you because he thought you were just the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

It was him.

And it was his fault for you knowing Suguru.

His fault.

Everything bad that ever happened, Satoru realized, had been his fault.

[bangtansfavwriter]

🌷jungkook having a crush on you🌷

- jk and you vibed so fast that you became close friends very quickly (the chaotic duo that tested hyung line's last nerves when you were in your mischievous mood)

-you sorta became an honorary member of the maknae line and after you pulled a prank on jin that included a chocolate cake, marmite and liquorice and ended up with jin's face shrivelling so bad that it may have caused him his first wrinkles

(his revenge was to serve you kimchi bokkeumbap with kimchi that had gone bad, which resulted in the worst heartburn you ever had ("an eye for a eye, y/n" - you, drinking your 3rd mint tea that night: "fair enough"), you redeemed yourself by buying him hyaluronic acid lotion and his favourite strawberry cheesecake, jk just laughed his ass off to the misery jin and you went through and blackmailed jin with marmite whenever they bickered ("it will hit u when u least expect it, hyung" - "I can't believed I raised lucifer himself"))

-anyway, jk and you are always very playful together, and you laugh so much when you're with him bc of his antics

-he doesn't mind being extra goofy to make you laugh, it lifts his spirits as well

-hates to see you sad/upset, namjoon and jk once spoke about you, after namjoon asked him about your guys' friendship and for the first time in ages he was sure jungkook had deeper feelings for someone, as he said: "I don't mind making a fool out of myself, if it brings a smile on y/n's face. hyung, I know this is going to sound weird but sometimes I feel like it is my purpose to show y/n everything good and funny, this is something I wanna keep doing for a long time." (tbh namjoon teared up)

-your guys' fav pastimes were watching cartoons/animes and you had a fiery competition going on in any kind of jump and run games, especially for sonic (you once beat jk after a 4 hour session and he threw a dramatic fit until you made him hot chocolate and he finally calmed down)

-would show you tons of pics and vids of gureum and filmed every minute of your first encounter

-your personal photographer tbh, you two could go chill in a parking lot and he would still do the most aesthetic shots

-despite all the funny moments you two also had serious conversations together. moments like that were rare and mostly after 2am when you two shared secrets with each other you didn't dare to speak about at daytime, like your views on love where jungkook first thought of how much he wants to be your "loved one"

-has a folder with his favourite pics of you or places that remind him of you somehow, but he'd never tell you that

- tries to impress you quiet often, like the time you went for karaoke

your pick: new face

his pick: vision of love

you: ????????? bitch ?????? do i look like i can sing a mariah song????

jk: well....... i can..... 👀

you: i'll see you at the whistle notes

jk: i've made a huge mistake

-you're usually the first person to listen to his covers and he looooves seeing your reaction to it (but he's usually pretty nervous about it too)

- cannot concentrate for shit when you're watching him during dance practice, so hobi told you, in a nice way, to stay away from dance practice for the sake of bts and jk apologised like 12 times to everyone, he got better at focusing over time and you watched him once in a while... but he'd get v shy when he had to do hip thrusts and stuff, you'd just laugh it off but in reality you were just trying to hide you how much he actually affects you, especially during a choreo like that

-the boys teased him quite a lot about you and he'd get all whiny and say it's not like he had a crush on you or something

vmin: *laughing*

sope: *shaking their heads*

jin: oh reallyyy~~

namjoon: so you're ok with the fact y/n is on a date rn?

jungkook: WHAT

- so namjoon took out his phone and showed jk that you updated your story with some food pic where you could see a man's hand in the background, who was also tagged in the pic

namjoon: see? that guy also tagged y/n here in his pic

jk: .....

-the guys stopped teasing him the second they realized how upset jk actually was (he went completely silent, eyebrows furrowed), yoongi just stated the obvious: "our maknae is in love, huh", the boys smiled and jungkook nodded with a sad look on his face

-the next time you visited the guys jungkook was visibly flustered around you and would be just overwhelmed with the entire situation bc he wanted to know who that guy was, but he didn't know how to ask and neither did he want to intrude and what if you're taking it the wrong way and say that it's none of his business and suddenly he loses his best friend because of some stupid guy in a stupid picture and some stupid hypothetical date.... overthinking at its finest, as you can see...

-you didn't know why he became so awkward around you, the boys obviously knew but they couldn't say anything without risking jungkook completely losing his shit, but jungkook avoided you and left early when you were there and you were like "... why"...well the boys knew why but they couldn't say anything

-you tried talking to him but he tried to avoid you since he got so flustered around you that he'd stuttering, get embarrassed about it and then leave...

-you asked the boys about it, but they wouldn't say anything but tbh this was almost painful to watch for them bc they love their maknae but they knew this wasn't going anywhere.... so their eldest took the matter into his own hands and talked to you and asked you about the guy in your story.....

-shortly after that, the guys went to europe for vacation. jungkooks airport look was something for the goth look book once again, while the other guys looked bright and ready for their time off, and jin was like "oh here we go again" and once again jk helped out...

- the boys knew he kept himself busy the entire time after things got awkward with you, but they didn't exactly know what he was doing in his studio, only taehyung knew he was editing something

-so the boys were enjoying their time off and even got jungkook's mind off of you with some sightseeing and other leisure activities they had planned

-but at the end of the day, he thought of you and read your last messages over and over again. the last time you had texted was when you wished him a good time in europe and he thanked you. he sighed as he realized how your long texts with each other had turned into such short ones within 1 week

- yoongi: i cannot take this anymore, we need to do something about this

jin: i did. i invited y/n to join us.

the boys: ???

jin: all expenses on the company.

the boys: ?????????

-also, this was the first time you guys were separated, and it gave him the chance think about what he truly wants for you two, friendship or more.. he decided to confide in namjoon and jin about it and seek advice

namjoon: i'm sure y/n likes you too, and even if not, which I really doubt, at least you'll get it sorted out that way and carry on

jk: hyung, see that's the thing. if my feelings will not be reciprocated, i won't be able to continue a friendship... that's why I am so scared.

jin: y/n's coming here, tomorrow, jk, only for you, so i'm pretty sure your feelings will be reciprocated. just be honest about them.

jk: what do you mean y/n's gonna be here tomorrow?

jin: exactly that.

jk: with all due respect, hyung-nim, what the fuck

(-namjoon cackling in the background-)

-so jin explained how he asked you about joining them bc jk was so down and reassured jk that he didn't tell you anything about his feelings and that you solely come there bc you also had 2 weeks off and you wanted to spend time with him, even though jin had some convincing to do since you thought it might be awkward between jk and you

- jin: also, the supposed date on her story? that was just a night out among co-workers, so it was definitely not a date, I asked y/n about it

jk: ....... why didn't you tell me sooner? why are you telling me that a week later, when I'm in another country??

jin: remember the time you put actual fish oil in my bungeoppang?

jk:

jin: see, you did this and I'm still arranging you a romantic getaway, like the merciful god i am

jk: oh my god

jin: exactly

-jk texted you the same night and asked you where you are and said that jin told him everything. "maybe I should let the food war continue after all..", you thought and rolled your eyes. you sent jungkook a pic from the view you had from your hotel room, where you arrived a few hours prior, and he could clearly recognize that you were indeed there, as unbelievable as it was for him.

you: I can't believe jin ruined the surprise

jk: trust me, it still was a huge surprise for me

you: a good one, I hope?

jk: definitely... you know, i actually wanted to text you.

you: about the past week, i suppose?

jk: kinda. i'm going to send you something. it was done rather quickly, so have some mercy on me with that.. and please don't be mad at me

you: ok..? you're kind of worrying me here

jk: and y/n.. i won't say anything about it, it should speak for itself.. and please don't say anything about it until I see you tomorrow, ok?

you: alright..

jk: I'll see you at the café jin hyung told me about, depending on the answer you're gonna give me

you: I'll be there, no matter what

jk: ok, then, yellow shirt in case you're answer is positive, black shirt in any other case, how about that?

you: fine by me koo ☺️

jk: ok...... here goes nothing 🙇🏻‍♂️

-what he sent you was a gcf with your name as the title and what followed was a beautiful compilation of your favourite moments you and jungkook had shared, and some moments you weren't even aware of the fact that he was filming you..some scenes, for example: your guys' trip to lotte world, you giggling into the camera when turned the cam to both of you wearing bunny ears, you laughing your ass off while filming him dancing to cl's "hello bitches", you on the day you went to the planetarium together, the time you came over to his place with food after he was too exhausted to do anything after practice and you watched "spirited away" together, then you playing with gureum while he giggles behind the camera, you being bts' no 1 hype man during their concert preparations, some videos where you cheered for him during the days you two spent apart bc of award shows.... and at the end of the video there was a single picture of you two, where you smiled widely into the camera, while he looked at you with a shy smile on his face... and finally, you heard his voice saying the words which appeared on screen: "be my loved one".

- the next day, jungkook was waiting for you in the café opposite the church, where you would come to as well. he was nervous as hell and honestly he still wasn't sure if you're actually going to come there or if jin played a prank on him. he checked his texts again and again and just stared at the "read" sign beneath the text and the video he sent you and mentally slapped himself for telling you to keep your answer to yourself until you meet him in the café. he started overthinking again, to a point where he zoned out so much that he didn't even notice 6 guys with huge sunglasses and a suspicious lot of newspapers, sitting at another table what finally made him snap back into reality was the sound of someone pulling the chair at his table, which instantly made him turn around only to see you sitting down next to him, right at the moment when the bells started ringing. undoubtedly, the colour yellow has never made jungkook happier.

💕

epilogue:

-at the dorms with the boys after you left your company dinner party early-

jimin: why'd you come back so early?

you: because SOMEONE almost broke my co-workers hand during a handshake

jk: it's called asserting dominance, y/n, don't you ever listen to david attenborough sunbaenim?

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Do you get allergies in the spring? No, I don’t have any allergies nor do we have spring. What is your biggest pet peeve? I have a number of ~big pet peeves but one I can think of in particular right now are people who are constantly late to everywhere they have to be. That, and unresponsive groupmates when it comes to schoolwork. What is one thing you want to do before you die? See Beyoncé in concert. She’s my only favorite artist left that I haven’t seen put on a show yet. What is your favorite primary color? Blue. What movie, that is currently in theaters, do you want to watch? I haven’t been outside in weeks but I’m pretty sure there aren’t any operating cinemas at the moment.

Who do you look up to? Out of all the people I know, Andrew. He’s been through some tough waves, but it’s never destroyed his soul and he’s never used it as an excuse to be cruel to everyone. I have a lot of love and respect for him. What is your favorite brand of bottled water? As much as possible I avoid bottled water but if it’s the only available option, I tend to look for Summit because it tastes the purest out of the cheaper brands I know. Are you a healthy person? I honestly don’t know if I’m constantly well because I live healthily without being aware of it or because my immune system is just simply crazy defensive. I guess I can call myself healthy in a sense that I rarely get ill and I’ve never had any serious health issues; but I'm not healthy in that I maintain a certain diet or go to the gym. If you were to write a story, what would it be about? I’d write a biography on someone because it combines two of my interests – journalism and non-fiction. What color is your toothbrush? It’s maroon with some white accents on it. What is your favorite movie about? Two for the Road is about a couple who re-examines their many years as a married couple, with the film using their road trips and various cars to symbolize the different stages in their relationship. Good Will Hunting is a story of a young man who has had a very difficult life and eventually has to confront his past and himself in order to move on to his future. I guess I really like movies with introspective characters. Do your fingernails grow fast? They kinda do, yeah. When was the last time you got out of your home? March 10th. Have you ever played with fire? No, I’m scared of fire. Do you like poptarts? Only one flavor, chocolate fudge. I’m sure I would like more if I got to try more flavors, but they only ship like 5 flavors to the Philippines – strawberry (which I’ll obviously never like), cookies and cream (too sweet), s’mores (also too sweet), brown sugar cinnamon (boring), and chocolate fudge. What’s a distinct memory you remember from your childhood? I remember playing the Wii for hours on the first day our dad bought one for us and going to school the next day feeling completely sore.   Is marriage in your future? Yes. Do you like color pencils or crayons better? I love both but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to enjoy colored pencils more. Have you ever played Badminton? Yes, I owned a set before and I’d ask the househelp to play with me outside our house when I was younger. Do you like to wear plain clothing or creative, colorful clothing? Plain clothing but in various colors. I refuse to wear anything printed (at least in most cases cause I do own a few printed pieces, like a jumpsuit that I own). What is your favorite thing about each season? I like our dry season because then I get to wear all the tank tops, tiny halter tops, sleeveless tops, and shorts that I want, and I feel prettiest in those clothes. I like the wet season obviously for the rain and thunderstorms, which is my favorite kind of weather. Would you ever consider running for president? No, I’m insanely incapable. What color is the sky right now? I don’t feel like looking out but it’s midnight so it’s likely to be a very dark blue. What is your all-time favorite day of the year? Whenever Wrestlemania is on a certain year. Is March one of your favorite seasons? Idk about seasons but it’s not really a remarkable month for me. February is typically a very hectic month what with Valentine’s Day, mine and Gabie’s anniversary, and my org’s traditional month-long anniversary celebration, so March is actually that time where we finally get to heave a contented sigh and sit back after working and spending so hard and so much. Did you know that the flu is an infection of the respiratory tract? I don’t feel like fact-checking rn but one thing’s for sure, I’ve definitely been hearing these words in the news more these days lmao. Do you enjoy star-gazing? Cloud-watching? I like to stargaze. Cloudwatching not so much. Do you write little reminders to yourself? Only if I desperately need to be reminded, sure. Describe to me the happiest day of your life. I don’t think I’ve had it yet, but the one that’s the throne right now is the day I saw Paramore in 2018. Would you want a pet iguana? I wouldn’t know how to care for it properly so I’d rather give the chance to someone who does. Are you afraid of spiders? We have tiny spiders here so not really. They’re easy to shoo away. What website do you visit most often? Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, Reddit, Tumblr. In that order. Exactly how many days have you been alive? According to Google, 8,041. What do you do on rainy days? It varies but I like taking a nap, fixing myself a cup of coffee, watching a video or a show to relax, or listening to music that would pair well with the rain. What color is your bedroom floor? Brown, as is the entire floor for the second floor. Are you an organized person? In some contexts. I like making spreadsheets and cleaning up our plates and utensils to help out our server when we’re done eating at a restaurant; but I also can’t keep the inside of my car clean to save my life. Do you use corny pick-up lines? No. How thick is your hair? Very thick. I already touched on this on a previous survey but my hair is difficult to handle, especially if someone’s planning a hairdo on me that needs a lot of bobby pins. What do you look like in the morning? Messy, and more recently my bangs have gotten so long that they cover my eyes now which makes for a shaggier/lazier look most mornings. Are you allergic to anything? What? Nope. Who is your favorite person? My girlfriend. How did you spend your last birthday? We had cheesecake and in the afternoon, Angela surprised me by having a box of sushi delivered to my house. Otherwise, we stayed home. Do you like chapstick? I don’t need to use it, so I don’t really have an opinion. If you were the last person on earth, what would you do? Break into Forbes Park and go inside all the houses lol. Do you know how to knit/crochet? Nope. Do you enjoy windy days? Sure, I like them. When was the last time you went to an amusement park? I don’t remember when our trip to Singapore was but it was either 2012 or 2013.

[hwangskz]

call me by your name | boyfriend(s)! minsung

there's no way that i can watch a beautiful movie and not write an au abt it

• it was in the summer of 2016 when they first met

• they both were standing outside the swimming center, waiting along with other strangers, for the door to open

• when suddenly it was announced on a huge microphone that was placed on the counter, that the no more space is left for any other customer to come in

• and obviously everyone was annoyed

• jisung sat down with his back against the wall of the building

• "i really should've stayed at home in the ac.."

• "me too"

• jisung looked up to see a beautiful man looking down at him and smiling

• "hello"

• "....hi?"

• minho sighed as he looked around to see no one else there, as jisung's eyes followed his movements

• "well..im kinda free today and have nothing better to do, so like.. do u wanna get something from the convenience store?"

• jisung knew he shouldn't go around w strangers

• but CHAN DIDN'T SAY TO REFUSE CUTE STRANGERS' OFFERS (▰˘◡˘▰)

• (jisung ur gonna get urself killed someday like this istg,,,,)

• "sure"

• so they were on their way to a convenience store

• and it was pretty? quiet?

• minho was ok w it. he wasn't much of a speaker anyway

• but jisung,,,,, THIS BOY !! had to make a conversation

• "it's pretty.. hot rn,, isn't it?"

• "yeah"

• minho went back to looking around them, searching for THAT ONE air-conditioned convenience store he saw on his way to the swimming center

• and this BUGGED THE FUCK OUT OF JISUNG JDHSGD

• he would've been ok with shutting tf up but he thought the other didn't like his company?? (even tho minho was literally the one who asked him to come to the store w him JSHSH)

• and it didn't help that he was an extremely cute boy ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

• Jisung's First Impression Self-Coordinator can u shut up jisung is alrdy anxious w having this beautiful man beside him AND GUESS WHAT U R NOT HELPING!!!!!!

• all this time jisung kept thinking abt what discussion topics there were to exist so that he can talk to him

• "debate? nah arguing isn't a good first impression.."

• "global warming? it's all around social media with fake woke people anyways jisung what are u trying...."

• "the summer? i mean we kinda alrdy did.."

• and ALL THIS TIME jisung didn't even have a single clue that he was speaking this out loud

• and yes minho had heard it all

• he laughed quietly which caught jisung's attention

• "????? did something happen ?????"

• minho tried to not smile at the cute boy and shook his head no

• he looked beside him one more time and

• "!!!! BITCH I FOUND IT !!!! COME ON!!!!"

• "?? what-"

• jisung was ABSOLUTELY thrown off when the cold air hit him

• "OH MY GOD THIS IS SO AMAZING WOE THANK U STRANGER"

• "just call me minho"

• minho told him to get a seat for the both of them while he got a strawberry and a chocolate milk, one for him and one for jisung, and then proceeded to pass him his drink as he held his in his hand and sat down opposite to jisung

• as jisung slurped his drink, minho had head on his palm and watched the other

• jisung looked up to see the other looking at him Like That and his heart probably did something too

• "w-why are u looking at me like that?"

• "u still haven't told me ur name"

• "...han jisung"

• "cute"

• minho, satisfied, picked up his drink and slurped it

• and jisung just.. sat there looking at his new friend

• and probably crush

• "what year were u born in?"

• "........2000....why"

• "oh,, so i'm 2 years older than u..hm..."

• "why do u ask tho"

• "trying to see something"

• "see what"

• he smirked as he held his head in his palm again and looked up at jisung

• "maybe the universe wants us to be together"

• jisung felt his cheeks heat up and minho chuckled at the sight of his red cheeks

• "has anyone ever told u that it's pretty wildt to flirt with someone when u have just met them"

• "has anyone ever told u how pretty u look when ur blushing"

• "i- !!!!!!!!!! MINHO PLS"

• days went by really quickly

• and soon they were best friends

• hung out at each other's places and stole food

• had movie marathons

• fought for the slice of pizza and the last piece of chicken

• u name it

• and like a routine, they were at the convenience store

• but today? they ran out of strawberry milk AND chocolate milk

• what misery o(╥﹏╥)o

• so instead he just got a chocolate cake for jisung

• "?? why this sudden change in menu??"

• "it's only for today. they ran out of all flavored milks today so i got this instead, because u once said that u loved chocolate cakes"

• ":0......thank u......"

• jisung got the cake and started having small bites of it when he looked up to see minho smiling at him; nothing in front of him

• "why aren't u eating?"

• "i don't like chocolate cake so ill probably just eat something tomorrow when i wake up bcs im too tired to make anything today"

• "but won't u get too hungry (・_・) ? by then (・_・) ?"

• "eh, it's fine"

• jisung was NOT having it

• "wait ill just buy u some fire noodles"

• "u don't need to do that"

• "BITCH?????? U WILL DIE DONT DO THAT TO URSELF!!!! EAT!!!!"

• "jisung that frown doesn't look good ur cute face pls.."

• "then LET ME BUY U THE DAMN RAMEN U BUFFOON"

• "... ok"

• jisung got the ramen and poured some hot water in it and covered it, followed by placing in it front of minho

• "here u go"

• ".. thank u"

• there was complete silence before jisung spoke up again

• "do me a favor and..... kinda tone it down? ur compliments towards me at the slightest of things.. i mean.."

• he didn't mind it, really

• "did that make u uncomfortable-"

• "no,, it just does something to my heart"

• minho looked him in the eye

• "what do you mean?"

• jisung gave him a sad smirk

• "i thought u will know to take hints like this the best."

• minho looked down; he did know what it meant, just too scared to come out

• jisung sighed and pointed at the cup of ramen

• "eat up. it's ready."

• after they were done at the store, they walked towards the bus stop, just like everyday

• but something seemed different today

• they stood still when they reached the bus stop, waiting for the bus to appear so that minho can reach his place

• "about that thing i said earlier.. i'm sorry"

• minho turned his head towards jisung

• "what are u talking about?"

• "about the thing with compliments.. i'm sorry if that made u uncomfortable.. or dislike me in any sort of wa-"

• jisung was cut off with minho's lips on his, and his hand behind jisung's head

• minho pulled away and looked at him

• "i could never, ever, hate u."

• and that's how, fast forward to a month later, right now, they ended up in the same bed

• with jisung's face pressed to minho's chest as his head rests on jisung's head, gently stroking through his hair

• "jisung.. i can't believe it's been so long since we met, you know?"

• jisung only hummed

• "and i'm so glad i got the courage to confess to u that day.. otherwise this, us, it wouldn't have had happened"

• "yeah"

• minho slid down to match jisung's height and gently smiled at him, jisung returning one

• "call me by your name, and i'll call you by mine."

• "jisung."

• "minho."

• they both exhaled and chuckled

• when suddenly

• "jisung?"

• "yes?"

• minho sighed and closed his eyes shut one more time before opening them and staring at jisung with determination

• it was gonna be a big day for him

• "i am in love with you, han jisung."

• jisung's breath hitched

• he should've seen this coming

• so jisung only sadly smiled and pressed a gentle kiss on minho's forehead before getting up and sitting on the foot of the bed, causing a confused minho to get up too

• "..jisung?"

• jisung looked back at minho one last time before saying

• "maybe the universe doesn't want us to be together."

[thehomierobbstark]

What does Erik do when Bae is being bratty in public?

A/N: Ya’ll seemed to really enjoy the last one, so here, have a longer one! Thank you anon for asking! [i ride for my thick chicks but i couldn’t find the right pics, sorry yall :/ ]

Whewwww

First of all

God Bless that mans patience, because you? stay Trying👏🏿 It ™👏🏿

Y’all were at an amusement park in the height of summer after graduation after you’d decided to link back up with all your college friends one last time before fall came

Everyone was boo’d up, but especially Erik, who stayed hanging on you from the moment you got there

He couldn’t help it, you just looked so cute with your black and silver braids up in space buns and the ocean blue Van’s you paired with your white summer fit

He just needed to be onn youuu in somee wayy so he could let these niggas know that ‘this mines’

Soo you sucked it up, and put up with your needy ass man hanging all over you

….. for a total of five minutes

“Yeah, so uhh…. this not bout to work,” You lean back from your scrunched up position in the corner of the booth where he’d pulled you in to be under his arm. The rest of your crew was still in line, ordering food.

He gives you a confused look, not really sure what you’re talking about.

“Wassup? You wanna go somewhere else for food? I think they got a vegan spot around the corne-”

“Nah, son, this not bout to work,” You interrupt him, gesturing between the two of you. You feel a spike of heat flash over you, and your patience starts to grow thinner.

You fuckin hated being hot

It was honestly one of the worst feelings to you, and this gigantic, sweaty nigga was determined to be all up in your space, fuckin up your qi

“Baby,” you give him a little pat on his arm, trying to keep it together. “I love all the physical affection you’re trying to show me, but you gon have to cut that shit out.” *record scratch* “It’s too hot for all that.”

During the winter, those warm, cuddled up moments were cute and all, but now that the cold was gone so was your desire for unnecessary body heat, and you needed him to get with the program

He kisses his teeth. “I’m just tryna hold my baby girl, watchu getting all buck for?” He says defensively, acting like he wasn’t currently trying to be the actual ball to your chain.

“Okay, well, hold me in your heart or somethin, shit. You makin my back sweat,” You pull at the sleeve of your shirt to trying to air it out a little, unsticking it from you.

That was another thing you fuckin hated; sweat

You could put up with it if you had to, like when you did your occasional morning run or participated in whatever foolish activities Erik managed to get you into, but it still always made your neck scrunch up at the dewy gross wetness that lingered behind on your skin

Tbh, you turned into a total 👸🏿Diva when it was hot, and you weren’t putting up with any of Erik’s lovey dovey shit in the 102º heat

“Wowwww, so you really just gon block me out like that, babe?”

“Like a fuckin linebacker,” Your comeback is quick, zero hesitation.

Your friends start heading back to where you are, so he drops it, deciding to not be a grump in front of them and thinking that maybe you just needed some space for a little while till you cooled back down

Nnnopeeee

You may have felt icky on the outside, but it didn’t mean you still didn’t want allll of the attention from your man

It’s like your body knew it wasn’t going to get any physical affection in this heat, so to make up for it, it transferred all of its resources over to your mouth

And that mouth? Smh

Poor baby, you was skrugglin

“Erik, where are you going?”

“I wanna go ride on this one babe, come with me.”

“Why is it so hotttt,”

“Ooo, DOG!”

“I want a churro.”

“Why aren’t you listening to me right now?? Didn’t you hear me say I saw a dog??”

He’s torn between being fed up with you’re annoying, aggravating ass and squishing you to death in the tightest hug because he loved it when you started acting all needy

One second you’re dragging him to all the toy stores in the park to find a Pussyfoot stuffed animal, and the next you’re mad when he tries to hold your hand to take you there because ‘it’s too sweaty”

And when you had a hot flash?

Lord help any chick that looked even somewhat in Erik’s direction, because by then you were ready to add in the knuck component to your 1-2 crazy bitch combo

After he had to drag you out of the funnel cake shop to keep you from throwing hot fudge and strawberries at “that googly eyed bitch in the back”, he decided to take you to one of the secluded tables in the back of the park to talk.

“Sit.” he orders, pointing at the table top, and you hoist yourself onto the warm concrete, scooting back a little to make room.  He slides the plate of funnel cake onto the table, arranging the shopping bags he placed behind you to give you both cover. He situates himself on the bench in between your legs, pulling the plate of food over to him to unwrap it.

He spreads your legs open and puts the dessert there when he finishes, resting his hands on the outside of your thighs.

“Right now, you gon eat and listen, cuz you been acting like a fuckin brat all damn day and I’m not having any more of your shit lil girl.”

Your face immediately scrunches up, frowning at the factual statements he was making.  You want to open your mouth and start denying your bad behavior, but the look on his face tells you that it would be very unwise.

You only open up again after watching him use his fork to pick apart the funnel cake, dipping it in chocolate sauce and holding it to your mouth to feed it to you.

While you chew, your eyes drift over his defined arm muscles being showcased by the maroon sleeveless hoodie he’s wearing, the scent of his heady cologne wafting up to your nose, distracting your senses for a moment.

You want to bury your nose in his neck and deeply inhale his scent, but you restrain yourself, not wanting to get falsely accused of trying to distract him. 

“Aight so whats the deal, baby girl? You ain’t even wanna hold my hand cuz you was being such a drama queen earlier, but now you tryna bite every bitch head off in a 5 mile radius cuz they can’t tell that we together.” He feeds you another piece, this time with a chunk of strawberry, holding it with his fingers.

You accept it, wrapping your lips around his meaty fingers and taking the treat from them, sucking generously at the pad of his thumb.

He maintains his composure, watching as you swipe your tongue over the dust of powdered sugar on your top lip.

“Why you being so difficult, mamas? You actin like you don’t know how to act right.”

You roll your eyes, eyebrows furrowing in irritation as you start to get defensive. Sure you might have been acting out a little bit, but its not like he was entirely innocent in this either.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t wear shit like that when we go out, I wouldn’t have to act so fucking ‘difficult’.” You use your fingers to put up air quotes, voice laced with attitude.

He narrows his eyes at you. “Excuse me, little girl?” Its more of an opportunity for you to reevaluate your statement than it is a question, but you steamroll over the subtle warning, still going off.

“You mad you can’t be all up on me rn so we can look like we together, but you stay showing off your arms and shit like you’re not also taken.”

He grabs the plate of half eaten funnel cake and puts it off to the side, moving forward so that his face is closer to yours.

“You better change the way you talkin to me or we gon have an even bigger problem in a second.”

You ignore his threat, scooping up the plate to munch away at your anger.

“Shut the fuck up Erik, you’re irking me right now,” You mumble around a mouthful of food, eyes focused on the pile of whipped cream and pastry.

You didn’t see it when he pulled down the black joggers he was wearing to reach in and free himself, stroking slowly while he waited for you to swallow the food in your mouth. Before you could take another bite, he snatches the plate out of your hand, tossing it somewhere before pulling you to the edge of the table, gripping you under your knees.

“Clearly you need some sense fucked back into you because its obvious you lost it all somewhere in this goddamn park.” He grabs your shorts, roughly pulling them off before sliding you off the table and into his lap. He hooks two fingers into the side of your cotton underwear and rips them off, stuffing the material into your mouth.

“I swear if you cum I’ll take you home and bend you over for another 2 hours,” His tone is vicious, and you’re already wet from the way he’s gripping your waist tight and looking at you with pure fire in his eyes. He lifts your ass up and positions himself under you, thrusting into you powerfully and filling you all the way up. You let out a sharp cry, softened by your makeshift gag, and he covers your mouth with his wide palm, leaning into your ear.

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” he growls, and he tightens his arm around your lower back and starts to pound into you, struggling to keep his own breathing even and his grunts quiet.

With the tall shopping bags on the table blocking the view, no one can see what you’re doing in the corner, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face, praying that there’s no cameras pointed in your direction. 

Somehow you both manage not to get caught, and its been 20 minutes now of his thick member slamming into you over and over again non stop. You’re wrapped around him so tight, struggling not to let go as you feel your 6th orgasm trying to fight past your mental barrier, and you push on his thighs weakly trying to lift off of him.

“I can’t I cant I cant,” you chant, your head falling back as you take in shallow breaths, a single tear falling down your face.

“You fucking better,” He snarls, and he digs his fingers into your cheeks gripping hard, spreading your ass apart further. His thrusts start slowing down, and he lifts you up, laying you down on the table with his body hovering over yours.

It’s a riskier position, and your legs bob over the shopping bag blockade he’s created as he keeps going. You scratch at his arms, whining his name to try and warn him. 

He ignores you, circling his hips into you sloppily as he starts to reach his climax, and right as he starts to release, he pushes up your cropped shirt and sinks his teeth into your breast, moaning into you as ropes of cum shoot inside you.

He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavy and sweating even more than you were before. 

He lazily smushes sloppy kisses into the side of your face as he comes down, nibbling on your cheek and the sensation of his beard tickles you.

“Daddy,” you whisper hoarsely, throat dry and aching from the fabric.

“Hm?” he hums, his body too tired to look up at you.

“I’m hungry again.”

[waywardrose13]

Passionate

-Written for @spnfanficpond‘s @mrswhozeewhatsis Galentine fic exchange. I got @emilyshurley, who wanted a “Reader insert with Sam. Fluffy smut.” I hope you enjoy, love! I gave it a little bit of plot, so it’s not all p*rn, lol. Happy Galentine’s day:)

-Used prompts from this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge hosted by the oh-so-talented @supernatural-jackles. The prompts are: “I told you not to get me anything.” & “I’m warning you, nothing sappy.”

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Valentine’s day, Smut 18+ (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (female receiving), fluffy, fluffy smut), all the damn fluff

A/N- Happy Galentine’s day! Hopefully you enjoy my first smut attempt and I didn’t bomb it:)

“It’s Valentine’s day, love,” Sam said, following you out into the library. “Let me take you out.”

“Sam, please,” you sighed, turning towards him. You saw Dean glance up at you from the table, eyes flashing between you and his younger brother. “I told you I don’t like Valentine’s day. So please, drop it.”

“Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?” Dean quipped.

“Shut up, Dean.” You and Sam said simultaneously. He shrunk back in his seat, clearing his throat and focusing back on the book in front of him.

Sam sighed, looking back at you and shrugging. “It’s our first Valentine’s day together. So please, let me take you out.” He grabbed your hands, thumbs running over your skin softly as he looked into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips. “I’ll make it worth your while. You know, little champagne… little chocolate…” He bent down to whisper in your ear. “Naked cuddles.”

“Sam!” You said, slapping his chest playfully. He chuckles as your face heated up, and you bit your lip to keep back your smile. Letting out a breath, you nodded. “Ok. Yeah, ok. But I’m warning you, nothing sappy. And don’t get me anything.”

“Of course not,” Sam said, shaking his head. He held up his fingers, holding them close together while squinting at you, a playful smirk on his lips. “Just a little sappy.”

“Sam!”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll pick you up at six.” He kisses your forehead and made his way happily into the kitchen.

***

You smoothed down your dress, the red standing out beautifully against your skin. You paired it with your black pumps, letting your hair be at its natural state. You applied some lip gloss, sighing as you looked in the mirror.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend Valentine’s day with your boyfriend. In fact, you wanted to do just that, very much. But Valentine’s day was never something you liked. You never had a date on Valentine’s day, nor did you ever exceptionally like the day. But you decided to give it a try.

For Sam.

A knock sounded on your room- the one you shared with Sam- and you rolled your eyes with a laugh.

“Come in!”

The door creaked open, Sam stepping into the room. His suit was neatly pressed, hair fluffed and tucked behind his ears. A small bouquet of roses was clutched in his hand, and he smiled lovingly at you.

“Happy Valentine’s day, love,” he murmured, walking over to you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and handed over the flowers. You smiled up at him, E/C meeting hazel as a warmth spread into your heart at the adoration flowing from his eyes. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You look great yourself, handsome.”

“Shall we?” He asked, holding his arm out. You smiled, holding his arm and nodding.

“We shall.”

***

He took you to a steakhouse on the outskirts of town. Twinkling lights and roses welcomed you as you walked up the cobblestone pathway. It was a more upscale restaurant, and you felt a little uncomfortable with the affordability of the place. Sam had shrugged it off, telling you not to worry. That he would take care of you.

After sharing chocolate covered strawberries and enjoying more than a fair share of wine, Sam reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box. Your heart lurched to your throat for a moment, before swallowing down the fear and taking a deep breath. You knew Sam loved you, but the two of you had agreed marriage was out of the question.

“Sam,” you said, looking at him wide eyed. He grasped your hand, laying the box on your palm, biting his lip a bit as he watched you. “I told you not to get me anything.”

“Did you really think I’d listen?” He asked, grinning. You sighed, quirking your lips up. Looking up at him through your lashes, you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. “Go on. Open it.”

Your teeth latched onto your bottom lip as you flipped open the top, a gasp slipping past your lips as you saw the beautiful, yet modest, diamond ring. You could feel your heart flutter in your chest, and you looked up at Sam, seeing he had moved in the time it took for you to marvel over the ring.

He was beside you now, a soft smile was on his face, love in his eyes as he stared up at you from where he was bent on one knee.

“Sam…”

“Y/N, I have never felt this way about anyone. You have made me happier in the past year than I have been my whole life. You make me want to be a better man, and you bring out a part of myself that I never thought I’d see. You make me smile and laugh, you’re smart, and you’re beautiful. But overall, you have the most amazing heart a person could have. You’re kind, caring, considerate, and you somehow found a way to love me.” You sniffled, a tear running down your cheek as you looked between the hazel orbs staring up at you, heart fluttering in your chest. “So, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife?”

He took the box gently from your hand, turning it towards you with a hopeful twinkle in his eyes. You smiled, nodding. “Yes, Sam. Yes I’ll marry you.”

He slipped the ring onto your finger, kissing each one before kissing your knuckles, and finally your lips.

You couldn’t believe it. You swore you had fallen in love with him even more at that moment. No one had ever made you feel so cared for and loved. And you couldn’t wait to become Mrs. Sam Winchester.

***

Sam closed the bedroom door behind him, giving you a sly smirk before slowly walking towards you. You licked your lips as you watched him, the way his muscles moved underneath his shirt made you weak in the knees. He raised his hand and cupped your cheek when he reached you, bending down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

His other arm curled behind your back, unzipping your dress with gentle movements, and slowly ran his fingers back up your arm, goosebumps rising on your skin. You shivered as his lips kissed the skin below your ear, his hands moving to push the dress off your shoulders, the fabric pooling around your ankles. Lifting you up effortlessly, his lips never left your skin as he laid you back on the bed.

He unbuttoned his shirt, eyes trained on yours as you toed off your heels, pushing them off the bed with your feet. He chuckled, eyes roaming over your body hungrily.

“You wear these for me, baby?” He asked, bending down to run his fingers over the fabric of your lace panties. He trailed his hand up, tracing the swell of your breasts before he withdrew again to shrug out of his shirt.

“Yes,” you breathed, squirming on the bed. You felt small under his heated gaze, but not uncomfortable. With Sam, you could be as open as ever, and you ran a hand up to cup your breast.

He groaned, removing the rest of his clothes to leave him in his boxers. He climbed over you, elbows on either side of your head as he smirked down at you. “Good girl.”

He kissed a trail down your chest and torso, torturously slow. Your breathing came in short pants as anticipation grew inside you. When he pressed his nose to the top of your clothed mound, you whined, the need in your core flaring up quickly.

“Sam, please.”

He chuckled, fingers dipping underneath your panties, dragging them down your legs. He kissed up your thighs, hair tickling your skin. You laid your head back, raising your hand up to your face to see the low light of the room sparkle off the ring. You smiled again, eyes squeezing shut at the sudden sensation of Sam’s tongue running up your folds.

“Oh, fu- Sam!” You moaned, hands running through his chocolate locks as he lapped at your pussy, lips latching around your clit. He slipped a finger inside, moving it in and out slowly before adding another, scissoring you open for him.

He felt you clench around his fingers, and with a few more pumps of his fingers, you were cumming, his tongue never relenting on your clit as you spasmed.

As you came down from your high, he made his way back up, face to face with you. You gave him a lazy smile, and he ran a thumb along your cheekbone before pressing his lips firmly to yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself on him, his tongue caressing yours as he pumped himself slowly, lining his cock up with your entrance.

He pushed in, inch by inch, and your eyes rolled back into your head at the exquisite feel of him. He kissed and nibbled at your neck, a quick thrust allowing him to sheath himself fully inside you. You cried out, and his hands came up by your head, and he linked his fingers with yours as he pulled almost all the way out, before pushing back in. You shuddered at the sensation, feeling every vein and ridge, the way he stretched you out absolutely divine.

He began to pick up the pace, pumping in and out of you steadily, keeping a rhythm as his eyes were locked on yours. You never had felt so hopelessly in love with someone until this moment. The way he gazed at you, the way your body melted into his, was overwhelming. It was tender and passionate, and your heart fluttered in your chest at the look he was giving you.

He leaned his forehead against yours, and he began pumping harder and faster, one of his hands reaching down between the two of you to rub at your clit, lazy circles around the sensitive nub making pleasure shoot up and down your veins.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, voice strained from holding back. “So much.”

“I love you too, Sam,” you said, back arching up to him as you teetered on the edge of euphoria, your orgasm building and building, and when it hit, your mouth fell open in a silent scream, light flashing behind your closed eyelids. You clamped down on Sam’s cock, and he grunted into your neck as his own release followed soon after, feeling him paint your walls with his seed. His lips ghosted over your skin as he lazily humped into you a few more times before pulling out completely. He rolled over beside you, leaving for a moment and returning with a washcloth. He cleaned the two of you up before crawling in beside you, pulling you against his chest.

The two of you basked in each others presence for a few minutes, simply enjoying the comfortable silence and being able to hold each other.

“I love you, Y/N,” Sam murmured, pressing his cheek against the side of your head. “I’m so happy you said yes.”

“I’m looking forward to becoming Mrs. Sam Winchester,” you whispered, turning in his hold to face him. He smiled warmly at you, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “But, Sam?”

“Hm?”

“It was very sappy.”

He laughed, kissing your forehead again, and you smiled against his chest, allowing sleep to wash over you as you drifted in the safety of your fiance’s arms.

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Name: Olivia

Nickname: I don’t really have any. My best friends need to get on that shit (lol)

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Height: 5′4″ (maybe 5′3″ idk)

Orientation: Asexual/Gray-aromantic (but I’m starting to my gray is more demi-romantic then not??? Life’s been weird)

Nationality & Ethnicity: Brazilian-American. A very white latina (my best friend says I’m diluted and she’s not wrong)

Favorite fruit: Strawberries

Favourite season: Summer

Favourite book: (I’m going with series sorry) Either the demon’s lexicon series or the graceling realm. 

Favourite flower: UM

...UM

How have I never thought about this before????? Roses? Idk

Favourite scent: Lavender..Cookies...Rose...Fire...

Favourite color: Pink!

Favourite animal: Cats, all cats. But like I love so many animals... Botos, sea urchins, parrots, rays, wolves, and like sloths are awesome... idk man animals are great (can you tell I’m a bio major???)

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Hot chocolate TEA bc HC will kill me (hot  chocolate tho don’t tell my stomach)

Average hours of sleep: about 7 as of now. 

Cats or dogs: CATS

Number of blankets you sleep with: Literally every blanket I can curl up into without dying from heat. I have 3 on my bed rn, but only cover my body in one bc it’s HOT

Dream trip: Okay, here’s a trip I’m planning on doing bc I really want to... I really want to go to Portugal (maybe over thankgiving break??) and either explore Lisbon, or go to my family friend’s town and explore that area and as far outward as I can go. There are so many cute cities I’ve heard of that I want to visit, and I really want a fun enjoyable traveling experience.Friends may or may not be included. 

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All the fruits ya nerd

Ooh keep me busyPeach: do you have any piercings or tattoos?Nah, but I'd like to get a tattoo sometime. Maybe. Still don't know what I'd get though. Like...a cactus. Or a paintbrush. Or a paintbrush painting a cactus. Or a paintbrush that's made out of cacti. Maybe not that last one.Raspberry: favorite flower?Roses are radLemon: do you have any pets? What are their names?NO BUT I HAVE A STORY. Okay so at this home I was at when I was like 15(?), the couple had a few young kids. I think a toddler and a 4 year old named Keith, I think? (Idk i wasn't with that family very long, they didn't me lol) And this 4 year old had a fish named Steven. Steve was this red beta fish, very pretty. So I was bored one day and I decided to draw Steven. Then, I got distracted and left the sketch alone for a day. I got back to it the next day, and I sat myself in front of my boy Steve, but this time, Steve had a blue stripe. That stripe was not there before, I know for a fact. So I went asked the dad where the hell the stripe came from and he leaned down (tall man, like 6'4) and whispered, "Keith isn't very good at taking care of pets. That is not Steven. That is Steven the tenth." The /tenth./ they oughta be on Steven the fortieth by now, my God. Mango: What is your trademarkCowboy(tm)Passion fruit: how would you describe your style?Just what I find comfy, but it comes across really hipstery? Idk like a flannel and an old tee and jeans and a beanie. And I don't own an item of clothing that doesn't have at least one paint stain. Pineapple: sexual orientation? One Bi GuyStrawberry: favorite dessert?Anything with chocolate Cherry: can you play any instruments? Can you sing?I can play guitar! I can sing okay I guess? I dunno, maybe i could be decent if I took lessons or whatever. I did choir in sixth grade, but that was hell. The dumb outfits we had to wear to competitions itched! And they were covered in glitter. I think I still got glitter in my hair from that...Grape: if you could vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?I...I think you know this by now. If not, just look at my blog. Take a good look.Banana: favorite horror movies? The only one that features my gay dad: The BabadookBlackberry: is your life an action movie, a comedy, a rom com, or a drama?Sometime a comedy, sometimes a drama. Could be rom com @ secret admirer 👀Pomegranate: when do you feel most confident?When I'm with my friendsCantaloupe: What are your parent's names?Isabel and ArtGuava: dark and dramatic makeup or natural?What about natural and dramatic? Like everything is natural except for like...a wild wing. On just one eye.Tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, what would you be?A dragon, dude!! Plum: favorite clothing brands?Hah. Whatever I can afford. Does goodwill count?Coconut: favorite perfume?Whichever one has the weirdest commercialLychee: (what the hell is a lychee) satin or lace?Idk. Satin?Blueberry: What do you want to dress up as for Halloween?I'm, either Batman or the mean guy with the sideburns from frozen Apple: What do you use more: Tumblr or Twitter?I talk too much for Twitter's limit. Tumblr.Kiwi: What's something that fascinates you? The skyWatermelon: do you have a job? If so, what's your title? Starving artist? Hah, I'm looking for a job rnPapaya: What song describes your aesthetic?We Are The Kids by Walk The Moon B)Cranberry: favorite time of day?Night, for sure. Nectarine: would you consider yourself an emotional person?...maybeOrange: do you have long eyelashes?Idk, maybe?Apricot: What do you do when your sad?I give it the old Paint and IsolateStar fruit: favorite sea creature?Lobsters. Dave told me they don't die of old age, how wild is that?Dragonfruit: do you drink alcohol? Depends on whether or not the person reading this'll get me in trouble for it :P