#meet-cute series

[stayteezdreams]

The Meet-Cute Series {Stray Kids}

(Ateez Meet-Cute Series Edition)

Synopsis: A collection of eight meet-cute stories where yours and your biases lives collide.

Pairings: Reader x OT8 Stray Kids *Individual stories (not connected to one another)

Status: Complete! *Each story has two parts in total

'Man's Chan's Best Friend'

Christopher Chan x Gn!Reader

Chan makes a furry new friend when on the walk in the park, and he can't keep his eyes off their owner. --{Part One}-{Part Two}--

'Good Luck Charm'

Lee Know x Gn!Reader

When your cat takes a liking to a nearby neighbor, nothing seems to stop her from escaping. --{Part One} {Part Two}--

'Three Is Fate'

Seo Changbin x Gn!Reader

Why do you keep getting bumped into and knocked over this week? And why is it always by the same guy?! --{Part One}-{Part Two}--

'By Chance or Fate'

Hwang Hyunjin x Gn!Reader

Your already long day seems to only get worse when you get caught during a rain storm. Things take a turn when you get stuck under a doorway with an attractive stranger. --{Part One}-{Part Two}--

'My Kind of Fun'

Han Jisung x Gn!Reader

Parties aren't really your thing, so when you sneak off to find some peace and quiet, you run into someone who feels the same. --{Part One}-{Part Two}--

'Midnight Cravings'

Lee Felix x Gn!Reader

Who knew deciding to bake brownies at midnight would lead you to a freckled stranger with the same idea. --{Part One}-{Part Two}--

'Lost and Found'

Kim Seungmin x Gn!Reader

When Seungmin find's a journal on the ground, he wonders what he should do with it. His question is answered when he spots a frantic stranger in the distance. --{Part One}-{Part Two}--

'Pay Me Back'

Yang Jeongin (I.N) x Gn!Reader

After losing your phone somewhere in the city, you call it, hoping the boy who answers is as kind as he sounds. --{Part One}-{Part Two}--

xx

[hinamie]

long way home

[weedle-testaburger]

you'd better all acknowledge the most important things from that finale, by which i of course mean this:

[wwillywonka]

rewatching where no man has gone before and it's wild how different spock's characterisation is in this versus the rest of the series. like i know logically (haha) that the episode was so early that the show and nimoy didn't really have a grasp on the character yet (made evident by the "one of my ancestors married a human woman" line), but it also strikes me that this is technically kirk's first episode in timeline (production) order, meaning jim and spock have barely started to get to know each other. it's obvious from the chess game that they're already very close and likely have been joined at the hip since their very first meeting, so i like to think that spock is almost, ya know, giddy at this point, adjusting to the comforting warmth and joy and security he feels just by being around jim all the time because it's all so new, because he's never had anything like this before. spock likes jim so much and so immediately and wants to get to know him better and feels safe enough around him to let jim get to know him better, too. the interaction at the end, "i felt for him, too" and "there might be some hope for you yet, mr. spock." followed by a very not-subtle, fond smile from our dear vulcan first officer, just stands out so much against the rest of the series. young spock and his brand new blossoming crush for his captain and he hasn't gotten to the point where he's afraid of those feelings yet, just basking in how nice it feels to have a proper friend. so damn cute. it fills me with butterflies.

[satsuha]

🎉 happy anniversary 🐙Ⅱ!! 🍻

can't believe it's been a year already!! i love this game to bits

[ohsohoney]

When it comes to love you're just as blinded | Masterlist

Eminem x Musician

AO3

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Little extras:

1. 2. 3.

[omgtheregoesthefuckidontgive]

Rule no 1 for newleyweds... Don't go to sleep angry

[hxshpuppies]

I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask you, neither should you | Luke Castellan x reader

word count: 1.3k

a/n: felt like writing a meet cute. title lowkey doesn’t make sense but i love hozier so….Athena!coded reader. one-shot (probably). no use of (y/n) or (name) because I prefer not to do that. :)

warnings: not edited, not proofread, written in one sitting / not from chicago 😓 / i haven't written in AGES so...

The first time you met Luke, you had barely stepped foot into camp.

You were someone whose arrival had no pomp and circumstance, and--much to your protector's relief--whose journey had been relatively smooth-sailing save for one case of a missing train ticket, which had been a minor setback more than anything. Now here you were, protector-less (they had left to meet some council?), alone--despite the multitudes of campers that flocked to and fro around you--and tired.

Chiron had dropped you off in front of the Hermes cabin, and you passed by countless inquisitive eyes as you entered the building. The humidity of the summer gave your face a sheer glow as you, out of your element and more than a little nervous, padded towards the door with your bag in tow.

The moment you reached for the door it flew open (you yelped), expelling a handful of giggling children who were whispering conspiratorially amongst themselves. Upon seeing you, they quieted down, but then like a pot boiling over they resumed their antics and walked away, an sparing an occassional glance at you over their shoulders.

"Sorry about them," A voice cut through the retreating din of the group. You jumped again, whipping around to see a tall boy about your age standing in the doorway. The wind sent the leaves around the cabin rustling as he brushed his hand through his hair, opening the door wider. "Come on in."

You bowed your head, avoiding his gaze, and walked into the cabin, the smell of musk and earth--and plenty of other strange things--wafting through the area as you took in the beds and children running around.

"So, you're the new camper, huh?" You turned back to the boy, who walked past and led you to a vacant bed near a window. You followed, placing your duffel bag down.

"I'm Luke. Luke Castellan." The boy extended his hand to you with a practiced camp counselor smile, curly brown hair highlighted by the sun streaming in through the windows. You introduced yourself to him, soft-spoken yet firm. "I'm the counselor for Cabin 11. You can come to me if you have any problems adjusting to life here. Or if one of these goofballs steals something of yours."

It was his job to make sure his campers were taken care of, that they were comfortable. It was his job to help them settle in.

"It's lovely to meet you, Luke." Your voice was level as you shot him a polite smile, recovered from the whirwind of arriving at the cabin itself. "Thank you for your help."

A silence settled into the gaps of the conversation as you unzipped your tattered duffel bag, reaching inside for the few belongings you'd brought with you. You felt Luke staring at your back and an awkward cough followed. He'd sensed your anxiety.

"So, where are you from?" You gazed back at him timidly, still unsure of anything and anyone around you. He faltered, hoping he hadn't asked a painful question. To his relief, you smiled wistfully.

"I'm from Chicago--Lincoln Park." A picture frame, a little worn, holding a picture of you and your father at a baseball game. The sunlight lit up the photograph as you placed it on the windowsill.

"I've never been." He was straddling the back of a chair now, leaning his chin on his arms, facing you. He continued, voice soft and inviting. "I'd like to one day. What do you like about it?"

You paused packing, settling yourself on the bed as you thought about your hometown.

"The beach--well, the lake--and the White Sox games, obviously. " You hummed, deep in thought and nostalgia, playing with your hands. "My dad and I also used to go to this place, they had the best sundaes, and we'd go every year on my birthday. And then we'd take the train home."

Your smile quickly twisted, going sour as a tear threatened to trail down your cheek, and you quickly caught yourself before it could.

"That sounds fun." He rocked back in the chair, and nodded to the picture you'd put on the window. "Baseball fan huh?"

"Hardly," You chuckled. "I mainly went becuase my dad loved them so much....I'm more of a museum enjoyer."

"Art?"

"I mean yes, but I like science and history ones too. Bones and all." Your lips turned upward slightly at the sight of Luke jumping out of his chair.

"Well you're in the perfect place, given we," he gestured to the cabin around him, leaning on a bedpost. "are partly known for stealing things."

You laughed, a genuine laugh, your sleeve wiping off the the remnants of the tears you'd almost shed. Luke grinned, face beaming. (he'd cheered you up, at least a little).

He straightened up, resuming his camp counselor aura. "Well, I do ha--"

"What about you, Luke Castellan?" You said his name, softly, like you were testing out how it sounded in your mouth. You looked up, hoping he hadn't heard you sniffle, hadn't seen the glistening in your eyes from before.

Maybe it was because you were slightly embarassed that you'd almost cried in front of a guy who you were now beginning to notice was, in fact, very pretty.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm holding you up." Embarrasment, flushing down your body and running through your veins.

"No!" His eyes widened, and he shifted back to face you. "No it's okay, what was your question?"

"Where're you from?" The words tumbled out of your mouth, before you could say what you should've said--a polite 'nothing, thank you'.

He faltered. You'd caught him off guard. Usually newbies didn't ask him about himself--they were too busy asking more questions about the camp itself. You waited, brow raised and eyes gleaming with genuine interest.

"I'm from Connecticut," He watched your eyes light up, familiarity flooding your face. "You been?"

"No but....you ever watch Gilmore Girls?" A soft grin painted your face and you caught your bottom lip between your teeth in excitement. He'd been asked this a few times, but this time he couldn't help but not respond with his usual exasperation, faced with your barely-contained excitement.

"I have." He listened as you spoke, opening up slowly like a flower in bloom. After all, it was his job to make sure his campers were taken care of, that they were comfortable. It was his job to help them settle in.

But maybe he stayed longer than he usually did, maybe he answered your questions about himself because he had a fleeting thought that you were pretty or he liked the way you laughed at his jokes and it was influencing his judgement. Maybe it was how easy it was, the way he fell into conversation easily with you.

Tyche had set your fates spinning.

[turtleblogatlast]

One of the biggest things that makes me see Leo as trans is absolutely the size of his carapace in comparison to his brothers’.

And I’m not talking about height! I’m specifically looking at his shell here, because when you compare him to the others, particularly Donnie who is nearly the same height as Leo, it’s very clear that Leo’s carapace is much longer in proportion to the rest of his body.

Like - standing side by side, even though Donnie is shorter his carapace ends noticeably higher up than Leo’s does. And I like this not only because it really helps push the idea that Leo could very likely be trans (or intersex!), but it’s also just a fun design difference between them.

(It also lends way to future scenarios of Donnie eventually getting taller than Leo, but sitting down still has Leo being the taller one haha.)

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

!! meet cute: i stop you from jumping into the school pond, you ask me what headphones are, and i instantly recognize you are the penguin who was staring at me at the zoo a few days earlier

[appropriatelystupid]

thinking about agatha feeling so betrayed by rio, unwilling to listen or reconcile the truth of her role and her passive nature, feeling haunted by death herself, that she hides herself away as soon as she gets the darkhold

but witches still seek the road and who is she to pass up a quick powers boost when they come so willingly into her presence

so for years and years (decades surely, centuries probably) she collects covens and lures them to open the road and leaves them husks in her wake

death comes, as she must, unable to find her love but confronted so clearly by the remnants of her work

and so death becomes the one haunted

[stayteezdreams]

Hooked on You: Part One

Plot: When on a walk through the park, your day gets sidelined and possibly your whole life changed, when you suddenly get hit in the face with a snowball.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Gn!reader

-Meet-Cute Masterlist-

Words: 2.4k

As the snow crunched under your feet, you enjoyed the giddy feeling the snow gave you. You didn't care if you were cold, the beautiful white atmosphere around you warmed you from the inside.

Making your way through the park, you watched as kids, families, and couples walked along, some building snowmen, or making snow angels. Somewhere up ahead you could hear the sound of joyful yelling.

The yelling got louder as you rounded the corner, seeing the culprits appear from behind some trees. You were a little surprised to see three guys around your age, having a snowball fight.

Their laughs and yells met your ears, and you couldn't help but giggle and smile. They seemed to be having fun, and you couldn't help but feel a little jealous. It had seemed like forever since you had had that kind of fun with friends.

Most of your current friends were a bit more serious and "mature", you couldn't really picture having a snowball fight with any of them, and them enjoying it.

Though your eyes were still on the boys, your train of thought was suddenly sidelined as your vision was clouded by white, and your face shocked with the feeling of cold snow. Jumping out of surprise, and letting out a small yelp, you heard the gasps of the men nearby.

Wooyoung really didn't mean it, he hadn't even noticed you walking past. He was so preoccupied with trying to hit Mingi, who had just finished peppering him with snowballs, that he didn't care to watch what else he might be aiming at.

As he threw the snowball, he watched as Mingi dodged it, sending it flying past, and directly into the face of someone walking by.

Wooyoung's face contorted to surprise and guilt as he let out a surprised yell. Mingi and Yunho gasped and cringed with embarrassment as they struggled to hold back laughs.

Wooyoung quickly began running over to you, watching as you wiped the snow from your face.

Apologizing profusely as he approached you, he prepared himself for yelling, embarrassment, or even offense and cursing. What he was not expecting however, was laughter.

As you wiped the last of the snow from your face, you couldn't help but let out a bubbly laugh. It had caught you so off guard, and his obvious mortification as he ran up to you apologizing, sent a shock of amusement through you.

Looking up, you met the man's eyes as you continued to giggle. He was looking at you with shock, but it slowly morphed into a pleasantly surprised smile.

The others behind him stared at you in surprised as they gave each other amused looks.

Wooyoung let out a small chuckle "Are you okay?"

You nodded, letting out one last small giggle "Yes, I'm fine."

Wooyoung's fast-beating heart seemed to turn from embarrassment, to enticement. The second your eyes had met his, and your smile beamed, he felt butterflies. Not the mention your laugh was adorable.

The same happened to you when you looked up, meeting the bright startled eyes of the attractive man. Part of you thought you had seen him around, but you weren't quite sure where.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't do that on purpose." He said with a soft tone, though he was repressing a laugh.

"Oh, I didn't think you did." You said reassuringly.

Wooyoung looked you over, and seeing some snow stuck to your hair, he reached out and brushed it away, before suddenly realizing what he was doing and pulling his hand away. You brushed the rest away with a shy smile.

He wasn't sure what was taking over him, but he couldn't help but feel so drawn to you. Was it the way you acted? The way you looked? Your smile, or your laugh? All of it?

After giving a polite glance to the two men standing behind him, you cleared your throat, unsure of why the man in front of you seemed to be locked in on you. It was making you nervous, as butterflies rampaged in your stomach.

Yunho and Mingi could sense what was going on as Wooyoung stared at you. He thought you were cute. They smiled at you politely, wondering what Wooyoung was going to do.

"I should go" You said softly, ready to excuse yourself and allow the boys to get back to their game.

But as you started to walk away a hand suddenly gripped your wrist, not tightly, but it was enough to stop you.

"Wait!"

You looked at the man with a shocked gaze as his face broke into a smile "You should stay!"

You raised your brow in confusion, as you saw the other two glance between each other.

"What?" You said with a bewildered chuckle.

"Yeah! Come on, it's fun" His smile was contagious but you were still uncertain.

"Uhm, I don't know about that."

"Come on!" He continued, his voice almost turning into a whine "I'm outnumbered, I could use some help."

He gestured back at the two men before he looked at them, you couldn't see the look he gave them, but the others suddenly nodded and all encouraged you to stay.

You laughed again "I really don't know-"

Before you could finish, he began tugging you towards the others. You gave one of the men, a tall blonde, a look of confusion and he laughed "Best to go with it I think."

"Yeah, we'll go easy on you." the other said.

You laughed softly before speaking with a hint of challenge in your tone "Do I look like the type who needs pity?"

The man's face contorted to surprise before he let out a laugh, followed by the others laughing as well.

"See, I could tell!" The man who had dragged you into this said "You'd get along with us great! So stay, at least for a little!"

You looked at him and then between the other three, who just smiled at you. As much as you had intended to do today, you couldn't help but ignore the pull you had towards him, and you couldn't ignore how much you had been jealous of their fun before.

"O-okay, fine"

"Yes!" he cheered "You're on my team!" He stuck his tongue out at the others as he dragged you over to a bench. You heard the others laugh as you smiled in amusement.

Watching him crouch down and start to pile up snow, you noticed he had a grin on his face.

"I have a question." You suddenly said and he looked up at you, almost taking your breath away

"Yeah?"

"What's your name?" You let out a soft giggle.

"Oh!" He laughed as he stood up straight "I'm Wooyoung!"

"Y/n." You returned and his smile somehow got bigger.

Looking over at the others, he pointed them out one by one as they looked over, hearing their names.

"That's Yunho" he said pointing to the tall blonde from before, who waved at you with a big smile "And that's Mingi." The other tall one with bright hair waved at you as well.

"This is Y/n!" he called out as they greeted you with laughs.

"You know, you didn't consider I might have had somewhere important to be before dragging me into this." You teased.

He looked at you with curiosity "Did you?"

You hummed "No."

He let out a giggle before he started making a snowball, which you joined him in doing after a moment. He glanced up at you, and had to tear his eyes away before he got caught up in staring.

Wooyoung knew from the moment he heard you laughing after he hit you with a snowball, that you were special. And when your eyes met his he felt like he had gotten hooked.

"How good are you at snowball fights? After what you said to Mingi it seems like you've got experience." He joked.

You looked up at him and smiled, and he felt his breath hitch.

"I got banned from taking part in snowball fights at school because I was too good."

His eyes widened in surprise as you laughed and continued

"I got too into it and would take out my own teammates." There was a teasing tone in your voice as you eyed him.

"Is that a threat or a warning?" He asked with a raise in his tone.

"Well I do owe you one." You said with a blunt yet joking tone.

He let out a laugh that made you grin.

"That is true." He admitted before he giggled again.

Oh yeah, he was definitely hooked.

Everything you had planned to do today, had been pushed to tomorrow, as you spent the next two hours hanging out with Wooyoung, Mingi and Yunho.

You had gone from having a snowball fight, which you and Wooyoung won, though barely, to building snowmen.

You weren't sure how or why it happened, but you felt as though you had known the three boys your whole life. Especially Wooyoung.

You got along better with him, then half the friends you had known for years. You dreaded when you would part ways, but you hoped maybe you'd see him again.

The warmth of the cup in your hands sent a pleasant chill through you. The cafe you were now in was a bit crowded, but you didn't mind. Wooyoung sat in front of you, as Yunho and Mingi sat on the bar stools at the window nearby. It was curious you thought, since there were two seats at your table.

You glanced at Wooyoung, who gave you a smile, and your heart sped up a bit. Were they sitting further away on purpose?

"I already paid for yours by the way." Wooyoung said after he sipped some of his own drink.

"What? You didn't have to!"

He grinned at you "I know, but take it as an apology for hitting you with that snowball."

"I thought I already got you back for that?" You asked with a teasing tone.

He giggled as he nodded, recalling how you had gotten him with a snowball in the back of the head when he wasn't expecting it.

"I deserved that, but you also deserve this, I did sort of kidnap you." He said with an amused, and almost embarassed smile.

You laughed, hoping our face was not visibly flushing. "Well thank you. And as it turns out, I didn't really mind the kidnapping in the end." You said softly.

He giggled softly as he looked down at his drink, and you couldn't help but think about how cute he was. Your heart clenched a bit and you looked down at your own drink.

When your drink had been finished, you checked the time and let out a soft sigh "I really do think I should go now."

"Really?" He asked, with obvious disappointment in his tone that made your ears burn hot.

You nodded, though you felt it hard to leave.

As you reached for your gloves, Wooyoung felt panic rush through him as he reached out and grabbed your gloves first, stopping you.

You met his eyes and he smiled "Wait, before you go. I- would you... want to hang out again?"

Your heart jumped, and you could see the anxiety in his eyes as he asked.

Your stomach fluttered as you smiled "I'd like that."

His eyes widened, but he shook it off quickly, smiling as he took out his phone and set it in front of you "Can I get your number then? So we can plan something?"

You nodded as you took his phone, quickly inputting your contact info before handing it back and rising "I had fun today Wooyoung, thank you."

He grinned and nodded "Me too."

Watching you as you said goodbye to Mingi and Yunho before leaving the cafe, he felt his heart sink a bit as you left.

As Yunho and Mingi came over to the table and sat down, they eyed him curiously.

"At least tell me you got their number?" Yunho asked.

Wooyoung couldn't hold back his grin, as Yunho and Mingi shared a knowing stare before they teased their friend.

You had only been walking back home for about ten minutes before you felt your phone vibrate. Taking it out, you read the text and felt a giddiness wash over you.

[Text transcript if images don't load]

WY: 'Hey Y/n it's Wooyoung!'

Y/n: 'Hey Wooyoung :)'

WY: 'Oh good, honestly I was kind of afraid you gave me a wrong number'

Y/n: 'No! I wouldn't do that.'

WY: 'You know, I was going to apologize for hitting you with a snowball again, but I decided against it'

Y/n: 'Oh? Whys that?'

WY: 'Because if I hadn't hit you, I wouldn't have met you.'

You felt your chest tighten as you stopped in your steps for a second before taking a deep breath. Was this going where you hoped it was? Typing a reply, you held your breath.

Y/n: 'That's true. Though who knows, maybe we would have met anyways?'

WY: 'That's a nice thought!' 'I wanted to ask you something else though.'

Y/n: 'What?'

WY: 'I know you already said you'd want to hang out again, but do you think maybe instead, we could make it a date?'

Wooyoung stared at his phone, unblinking. Yunho and Mingi talked across from him, but he couldn't hear them, his heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his head.

As your text finally came though, he felt as though he could pass out, he felt so excited.

Y/n: 'Yeah. That would be nice Wooyoung'

WY: 'Really!? Great!' 'Are you free this Saturday?'

Y/n: 'Yes!'

WY: 'Perfect! How about we meet at the park where we met? Say three?'

Y/n: 'Sounds good to me, see you then.'

WY: 'See you!'

You couldn't erase the grin on your face as you made your way home. Your mind immedietely started racing. You went over everything that had happened, and then you couldn't stop thinking about what might happen when you saw Wooyoung again.

He had actually asked you on a date!

Your day had started out well, but you never imagined it would get this much better. How could one random event lead to this? Three new friends, with one possibly becoming more?

The only thing that could get better, was for Saturday to come quicker.

xx

Let me know if you are interested in a part two (the date)~

A/ns: Yes I notice the typo in the text, no I can't be bothered to re-do it lmao Also, idk why but when editing this, I put the text images side by side and its fine, but when posting it they show up one after another as big images for me. Idk if it's appearing like that for you guys, but sorry about that.

Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad

[supernotnatural2005]

The Meet Cute - Chapter Two

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: After a drunken mistake comes a surprising turn of events the morning after. With a helpful push from your best friend, will you finally stop second guessing yourself for once? Will you finally take the risk with your heart?

Word Count: 2.7K

AN: Hey guys! It's finally here, part 2 of The Meet Cute. I'm sorry it's taken me so long, I really wanted to make a return to this story worth it. (I hope I've done so lol) and hopefully you'll be pleased to know, there will be more to this story, possibly another chapter or 2 👀

Warnings: FLUFF! Swearing, some self-doubt, not much else.

Tagging: @zepskies , @kr804573 , @roseblue373

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the pounding in your head. It was as if a marching band had set up camp in your skull, playing the world’s worst rendition of a pop hit on repeat. The second thing you noticed was the light streaming through the curtains—way too bright for the morning after regrettable amounts of alcohol consumed the night before. You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head to escape the merciless sunlight.

Snippets of the previous night began to filter through the fog in your mind: drinking at the bar, Dean’s cocky smirk, Matty ranting about “all the hot ones being straight” after learning about Sam’s fiancé, and...dancing? You groaned again. You vaguely remembered Dean’s hands on your waist, his laughter mixing with yours as the two of you spun around on the dance floor.

You rubbed your temples and turned over, trying to piece it all together and froze. There was someone in bed with you.

Your heart stopped as you stared at the silhouette next to you under the blanket. Broad shoulders, messy hair, the faintest hint of stubble visible on the face buried in the pillow. Oh god. Oh no.

Your stomach churned as you tried to remember more. Did you and Dean—? No, surely not. You weren’t that drunk. Were you?

“Please don’t be Dean. Please don’t be Dean,” you whispered to yourself, panic mounting. Summoning all your courage, you reached out a shaky hand and poked the figure in the arm.

“Mmmf,” came the groggy response, followed by a voice that was far too familiar. “What are you doing?”

You ripped the blanket off the figure and came face to face with a very dishevelled, very sleepy Matty. Relief crashed over you like a tidal wave, and you collapsed back onto the mattress.

“Matty!” You yelled, half-laughing, half-screaming.

Your best friend popped his head out from under the covers, hair sticking up in about twelve directions. He squinted at you. “Why are you yelling? I’m hungover, too, you know.”

“Why are you in my bed?!”

“Because I’m a saint,” he said, rolling onto his back with a dramatic sigh. “You were freaking out about ‘doing something dumb,’ so I stayed. You’re welcome, by the way.”

You flopped back onto your pillow, relief giving way to irritation. “You couldn’t have stayed on the couch.”

“Do I look like a couch person to you?” He scoffed, giving you an offended look.

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “What happened last night? And why does it feel like I’ve been run over by a truck?”

Matty propped himself up on his elbows, his grin way too smug for someone in his condition. “Well, let’s see. You had a very friendly dance marathon with Dean—who, by the way, was very into you—and then, when your legs gave out, he carried you back to your room like some kind of knight in shining armour.”

Your face was on fire by this point. “Please tell me that’s all.”

“That’s all I saw,” he said innocently. “But who knows what Dean was thinking about?”

You grabbed a pillow and hit him square in the face.

Matty laughed and ducked away before adding, “Oh, and by the way, we’re all getting lunch together.” He said nonchalantly and paused as he checked the time on his phone. “In about two hours.”

Your jaw dropped. “WHAT?!”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Matty said with a wink. “Dean was all for it, but I figured you’d try to hide from him out of sheer awkwardness. This is me, as your best friend, forcing you to take a chance for once.”

“I—Matty, why?!” You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“Because you,” he said, poking your shoulder, “are a chronic avoider, and I, as your very wise and selfless friend, refuse to let you sabotage yourself. Dean’s hot and clearly into you. You’d be stupid not to at least try, even if it’s just some fun.”

Your stomach churned again—this time from nerves. “But he’s way out of league.” You tried to reason, and Matty rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t fall out of his head.

“Bitch, please.” Matty sassed, making you raise a brow at him. “You’re gorgeous, you’re hilarious, and you planned a wedding that people are going to talk about for years. If Dean doesn’t see that, he’s blind. Now get up and get ready. Wear something that says, ‘I’m effortlessly perfect but also fun to be around.’”

You stared at him. “That’s not a thing.”

“It is,” Matty said with a grin. “And you’re about to pull it off. You’re welcome.”

As he strolled out of the room, you flopped back onto the bed, nerves tangling with excitement. Matty might be meddlesome, but he was also usually right. Maybe it was time to take a risk. After all, it’s not like you had to marry the guy. What was the worst that could happen?

It was nearing 12 o'clock by the time you made your way downstairs to the little restaurant at the other end of the venue. Your sister was still indisposed; she too had had a wild night, and you left a message for her to meet you when she was feeling “alive” so you could see her off before her honeymoon trip to the Maldives.

Lucky.

The walk to the restaurant was simultaneously the longest and shortest of your life. Apparently, Dean had gotten your number at some point last night when you received a text from him not long after you finally got out of bed, reconfirming these so-called ‘lunch plans’ Matty had made.

The latter man strolled beside you, looking far too pleased with himself, while you mentally picked apart every detail of your outfit. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at your closet, replaying Matty’s words: “Wear something that says, ‘I’m effortlessly perfect but also fun to be around.’” How could an outfit say all that?

You eventually landed on a soft sundress in a colour that complimented your skin tone, paired with sandals that were cute but practical. “Effortlessly perfect” turned out to be very effortful, and “fun to be around” was apparently a leather satchel bag with tassels.

“Are you sure this is okay?” You asked Matty for the seventh time as you tugged at the hem of your dress.

Matty gave you a once-over and smirked. “You look great. Very, ‘Oops, I woke up like this, but let’s drink mimosas and talk about art.’”

You groaned. “I hate you.”

“Not as much as you’ll hate yourself if you mess this up,” he shot back, opening the door to the restaurant for you with an exaggerated bow. 

“Now, go be charming.”

Inside, Dean and Sam were already seated, looking annoyingly perfect. Sam had an air of quiet confidence as he sipped from a mug. Dean, on the other hand, was leaning back in his chair, a lazy grin spreading across his face when he saw you.

“Hey!” Dean called, standing to greet you both. “You look beautiful.”

The blush hit you before you could stop it. 

“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.” In fact, he looked amazing. Instead of the black suit you’d seen him in last night, he was clad in a dark maroon flannel that accentuated those broad shoulders you’d had the pleasure of hanging onto last night, and some dark-wash jeans that showed off his long and slightly bowed legs.

Dean stepped closer, his green eyes sparkling as he leaned down and kissed your cheek. You had to hide your surprise with a clearing of your throat and a polite smile. Beside you, Matty muttered, “Smooth,” under his breath, and you fought against jabbing your elbow into his side. Why was this a good idea again?

“Matty,” Sam greeted with a polite nod, clearly still wary after last night’s shenanigans.

“Sammy,” Matty said brightly, taking the seat across from him in the booth and leaning in with a conspiratorial grin. “Miss me?”

Sam shakes his head with a chuckle. “You’re persistent. I’ll give you that.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Matty quipped, and you rolled your eyes at the two of them before sitting across from Dean, who looked entirely too amused by the dynamic. Before any more conversations could flow, a server came over with a fresh pot of coffee for your table, and you thanked her gratefully.

“So,” Dean said, resting his forearms on the table as he focused on you, “did you survive the hangover?”

“Barely,” you admitted with a laugh, stirring into your coffee your usual amount of sugar and creamer. “Thanks for, you know, last night. For carrying me to my room. I’m honestly mortified you had to even do that.” You chuckled, heavily embarrassed. Dean didn’t seem to mind though as he waved a dismissive hand.

“Don’t be. I had a great time.” He grinned wide and genuine, eyes shining with something unspoken. 

“Well, I appreciate it either way.” You mumbled shyly. The intensity of his gaze made your stomach flip, and you looked down at your cup, fiddling with the rim nervously. Why is he even interested? Whispered the insecurities you fought to ignore. Made more difficult without the help of your good friend, Jameson.

“You okay?” Dean’s voice softened, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said quickly, forcing a smile. “Still shaking off the whisky haze.”

Dean didn’t look convinced but didn’t press you.

“So, how did you two meet?” Sam asked curiously, and Matty piped up before you could, taking charge of the storytelling, as per usual.

“Well, it’s a tale for the ages.”He started rather dramatically, really putting his 3 months of drama school to use.

“Picture it: college orientation day. I’m walking across campus, radiating my usual charm, when suddenly—bam! Y/N crashes into me, spilling an entire tray of cafeteria tacos all over the both of us.”

Your cheeks burnt as Dean and Sam stifled laughter. “That is not how it happened!”

“Oh, it absolutely is,” Matty countered, grinning wickedly. “And then—because she felt so bad—she tried to help clean me up but slipped in some of the taco sauce, nearly taking us both out.”

“I didn’t slip,” you protested, laughing despite yourself. “And it was nachos, not tacos.”

“Details,” Matty said with a dismissive wave. “The point is, it was fate. She looked up at me, covered in salsa and regret, and I thought, ‘This girl is going to make my life infinitely more interesting.’”

Dean chuckled, and his gaze softened as he looked at you, as if he could relate, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“That’s a pretty solid start to a friendship.” Sam nodded through his amusement.

And you shrugged, biting back a grin. “I guess if someone’s willing to stick around after that kind of first impression, they’re worth keeping around.”

Matty placed a hand over his heart. “You hear that? She kept me. Truly, I’m blessed.”

Dean laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I don’t know if I’m more impressed by the nacho incident or by the fact that you’ve put up with him this long.”

“Neither,” you teased, sipping your coffee. “The real mystery is why he’s put up with me.”

Dean shook his head, his eyes meeting yours. “I think I can see why.” You looked away shyly, but you were unable to fight your smile.

“How about either of you? Any stories, and by stories I mean humiliating tales, to share?” Matty began stirring his coffee, just like he was the conversation.

"Well... there is one that springs to mind.” Sam teases, and Dean groans, already bracing himself.

“Oh, come on. Do we really need to—”

“Oh, we do,” Sam and Matty interrupt simultaneously, making you giggle into your hand.

“How about accidentally signing up for a salsa dance class because someone thought it was a ‘salsa tasting’ event?” Sam informed with a jab of his thumb in Dean’s direction.

Matty’s eyes lit up as he nearly choked on his laughter. “Please tell me he actually went through with it.”

Sam nodded, his grin widening. “Oh, he did. The full two hours. By the end, the instructor gave him a ‘most improved’ sticker, which I think was more pity than praise.”

Dean shook his head, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. “I stand by it. A little footwork never hurt anyone.” He shot you a quick look. “Those skills aided me just fine last night.” Again you had to look away at his implication with a shy bite to your bottom lip. Memories of Dean’s talented footwork and moves around the dance floor flashing in your mind.

“Alright,” Matty announced, “before we continue, what’s everyone ordering? Because I, for one, need to eat for a family of four to recover from this morning.”

The conversation shifted, and for the next few minutes, you all ordered your food, the playful banter continuing. Your nervousness started to fade. The tension in your chest eased with every laugh Dean pulled from you. He was funny, easygoing, and had a way of making everything feel like an adventure. Even when Sam joined in, adding his own dry humour to the mix, you felt more and more comfortable in their company.

Dean leaned in to ask you more questions about your life, and you’d told him how you’d found a niche for planning, event planning more specifically, and decided to make a career out of it. Dean seemed to hang onto every word, genuinely interested.

In turn you learnt more about his job as a mechanic and co-owner at his dad’s garage that specialised in classic cars, which you found to be incredibly impressive. And as you listened to him talk about his work, you noticed how his hands moved with confidence and ease, like he was describing something he was deeply passionate about.

You also learnt that both of them were fellow  ‘Kansans.’ Whereas you resided in Topeka, Dean and Sam lived in Lawrence, and although it was only a town over, it explained why you hadn’t run into either of them beforehand.

As the conversation continued, you found yourself relaxing more and more. The nervous energy that had been gnawing at your insides started to dissolve. 

By the time the food arrived, you were laughing freely, engaging with everyone at the table, and… finding yourself feeling comfortable with Dean. It didn’t hurt that, with each passing moment, the way he looked at you felt more intense. Like he was paying attention to you in a way that felt different from the others.

After everyone had finished eating, Matty took it upon himself to grab the check—naturally. He reached for it with a dramatic flourish, blocking Dean’s hand.

“Absolutely not,” Matty declared. “This is on me. Consider it an investment.” He aimed the last words at you with a wink, and you looked at him incredulously.

When you all stood up to leave, the others moved on ahead, but Dean lingered by your side. You felt his presence, warm and easygoing beside you, and you couldn’t quite suppress the smile tugging at your lips.

“So,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he slowed his pace to match yours, “any chance I can see you again sometime? Without the audience?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. The sudden weight of the question hung in the air between you, and you weren’t sure how to respond. Everything about this felt a little surreal—like a moment that could go either way. But then Matty’s words echoed in your mind: ‘Don’t sabotage yourself.’

You took a breath, steadied your nerves, and smiled, a little shy but hopeful. “Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

Dean’s grin widened, and for the first time in a long time, you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this wasn’t as terrifying as you thought. Maybe it was time to take the risk, to stop second-guessing yourself, and let things unfold as they were meant to.

Dean stepped a little closer, his hand brushing yours as you walked side by side toward the door. You couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something worth the gamble.

AN: Okay, so how do we feel about the reunion between these two? And Matty's glorious input? 😂 He honestly is the best cheerleader! I hope you guys enjoyed this, let me know what you think and if you're excited for the proper date with Dean 👀

If you'd like to be tagged in future chapters let me know.

[zhouxiangs]

is there anyone?

[junkdrawerfics]

First Meeting

Jasper Hale X Reader

Series of Firsts

Summary: The first time you meet Jasper Hale is when you get lost in the woods. Is he your rescuer or the danger you should be looking out for, though?

Words: 1712

Note: New series wooh! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Moving to Forks in the middle of summer had its pros and cons.

Pro: You have plenty of time to explore and get to know the area.

Pro: You can adjust to the new home before school starts.

Con: You haven’t been able to meet many people your age and therefore have no friends yet.

Con: You thought it would be nice to take a walk by the woods, but you swear you saw a hurt cat and you tried to help it but it ran away and you followed it and now you’re lost.

The last point may not have anything to do with it being summer, but still.

On the bright side, you did catch the little guy! Not without a few scratches, but you got him.

You perch yourself on a tree stump, a small tabby kitten nestled in your arms, completely tuckered out from running. Careful to not jostle him,  you give him a good once over. It looks like he was maybe clipped by a car, or maybe a bike, dried blood running down one of his legs which looks significantly out of place. 

Poor thing.

Sighing softly, you tuck him back into your lap and glance around. The trees all look the same, and you have no clue what direction you came from. There’s no way to tell what time it is either, since you left your phone at home and the sun is completely blocked out by the clouds. Not the best situation.

At least it’s still light out, you think to yourself. It could be a lot worse. For now, it’s light, you’re warm, and you told your mom you were going out before you did, so she should notice when you don’t come back in a few hours.

If you don’t make it back yourself, that is!

“I don’t suppose you know the way out?” You hum, scratching the small kitten’s head as he raises his head at the sound of your voice. He looks at you with dark amber eyes, barely open.

“Mew.”

“Hm, I thought so.” You shake your head with a fond smile. “That’s okay. Maybe if I just start walking, I’ll find someone.”

The kitten grumbles a little when you pop to your feet. Might as well go with your gut, right? That’s what people usually do in situations like this. So, you go to set off in the directions you think you came from. Hopefully. 

Until you hear a loud snap come from behind you.

Every muscle in your body goes still. The ball of fur in your arms bristles, suddenly far more alert, letting out a quiet, squeaking hiss. It makes your chest tighten, a spark of fear and realization traveling through your bones.

Are there predators in these woods?

“You’ll hit the coast before you find a soul if you go that way.”

The sound of a low, rumbling voice immediately puts you at ease, the tension dripping from your shoulders. Thank the heavens you don’t have to wander even deeper into the woods. There’s no telling how much more lost you could get. You turn to thank your savior, eyes going wide when they land on him.

Pretty. That’s your first thought.

He’s very pretty. For a moment, you could even convince yourself you are just looking at a sculpture abandoned in the woods. He’s tall, very tall, gold hair falling to his sharp jaw, skin shockingly pale in the dim light. His eyes, dark and narrowed, glint with curiosity and maybe a hint of concern as he looks you over.

Heat flares across your cheeks. This feels straight out of some teen romance novel. A handsome stranger comes to the rescue of the damsel in distress. Except, while he is a handsome stranger, you are dressed in an oversized, pastel hoodie with cat scratches all over your face and hands. Not to mention the mangy kitten in your arms who looks like he wants to kill the man.

What a sight this must be for him.

You offer your rescuer a wide, somewhat awkward smile, “Thanks for telling me. I definitely have no clue where I am, if you can’t tell.”

The man tilts his head, brows furrowing, “How’d you end up all the way out here?”

“Well-” You shrug, shifting back and forth on your feet. “-it was just supposed to be a walk, but then I saw this little guy and he looked like he needed help.”

His eyes dart down to the small kitten in your arms, lips twitching in amusement. The fluff ball glares back at him without hesitation. You shuffle him in your arms a little, trying to get him to calm down, but he stubbornly clings to your sleeve so he can see the blond.

“I chased him out here,” you continue, settling for just clutching him against your chest, just in case he tries to be rude. “His leg looks pretty bad and I just couldn’t leave him, you know? I’m pretty sure he needs a vet, but I don’t know how to get back to town. Could you maybe um…”

You trail off. You shouldn’t hesitate to ask for help, you know it’s silly, but you don’t want to bother this guy. What if he was on his way somewhere? Maybe he could just point you in the right direction. But what if it gets dark before you get home? The thought of walking through the woods at night is not one you’d like to live through.

After a hard second of him looking at you, as if trying to figure out whether you’re a threat or not - which feels kind of backwards if you’re being honest - the man seems to soften. His posture loosens and a small, charming smile slants his lips. 

Your heart stutters.

In a very old-school, gentlemanly way, he offers you his hand, “It’d be a privilege to escort you back, miss-?”

You stare at his extended hand, completely oblivious to his question until you glance up and see him watching you expectantly, lips pursed, dark eyes dancing with amusement. 

Oh!

“(Y/n),” you blurt quickly, face going impossibly redder. “My name’s (Y/n) (L/n)! I just moved here.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/n).” The smile comes back, wider, brighter, and you want to melt. “Name’s Jasper Hale, I’ve lived here quite some time.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, too, Jasper Hale,” you chime, finally taking his hand (much to the kitten’s displeasure). “Especially now. I would've been wandering out here for a long time if you hadn’t showed up. Who knows what’s out here.”

Something flashes through Jasper’s eyes, but he merely smiles and agrees, “You can never be too careful.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time,” you sigh, following him as he starts in the opposite direction you were going to go, “It’s my fault for thinking I didn’t need my phone. It’s just my luck to not have it the one time I need it.”

“Bad luck finds you at the worst times,” he hums wistfully.

“This is your fault,” you whisper down at the kitten, who has settled down a little bit, “You’re not even black, how are you so unlucky?”

He blinks up at you, looking unimpressed. You laugh, scratching his chest softly.

“I think he’s mocking me,” you murmur, “He probably doesn’t even need my help based on the fight he put up.”

“He just doesn’t know what’s good for him,” Jasper chuckles, something fond starting to grow in his chest.

He had been hunting when the scent of fresh blood had drawn him further into the woods. He didn’t even remember moving, hunting it down, nothing until he came to a dead stop there at the edge of the small clearing. That’s where he found you, watched as you slowly, patiently coaxed the angry kitten into your arms.

He doesn’t know what made him stop. What overcame the burning thirst in his throat. But when he laid eyes on you, listened to you talk to the kitten as if it would talk back, felt the gentle positivity coming off of you like pure warmth, it just disappeared.

Replaced with a burning curiosity and something fiercely protective.

Who was this girl he’d never seen before? Why was she all the way out in the woods, at least thirty minutes from the town? Alone? What if something happened to her?

The moment you started walking in the wrong direction, he couldn’t stop himself. Against his better judgment, of course. He couldn’t just let you wander off alone, though. The others will probably be angry with him once he gets back, but at least he can make sure you get home safely.

Which he does.

You stop at the edge of your yard, turning to him with the softest, most genuine smile, brimming with gratitude.

“Thank you, Jasper. Really. I hope this isn’t the last time we meet?” Your eyes glow with so much hope, and he can’t bring himself to deny it.

He should. He should stay far away from you, because something tells him that as much as this new feeling in his chest could be something good, it could also be something horribly dangerous. For you. He should stop it here and now, cut all ties.

But he saw how well that worked for Edward.

So he nods, dares to lift your hand to his lips and press a ghost of a kiss to your knuckles. Jasper can feel your life under his fingers, hear your pulse race, and he expects the thirst to come roaring back, to feel some kind of temptation, but the only thing he feels is your overflowing, bashful joy. And he loves it.

“Until next time, miss (L/n),” he murmurs, and you giggle, “Try not to run after any more injured animals, alright?”

“I’ll try,” you promise, feeling high as a kite.

“Good.” Jasper grins.

He watches you go inside, just to be safe, making eye contact one last time with the furry, little creature still in your arms, right before the door falls shut. It glares at him, tiny tail thrashing.

Unlucky, you said.

Maybe.

You’ll both have to wait and see.

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Next

I'm pretty excited about this new little series! It'll be super simple, just a series about different "firsts" you have with Jasper, ie first kiss, first date, etc. If you want anything specific, let me know!

Also, I know it might be a little unrealistic, but I don't care! That's not what this is about lol

[girlsdads]

don't get that sinking feeling

(maxiel, explicit, 2.7k)

That’s definitely a guy in his bed. Daniel can see a sliver of soft, wrinkled ball skin between the cradle of those plush thighs. And if he looks closer—yep, that’s one of his mustache hairs pasted to the guy’s crack with what looks like dried lube. He supposes that explains the taste of literal ass that’s clinging to his tongue.

thank you Ford for turning daniel into a loser DJ with a beer gut. watched that video and thought, max could simultaneously fix him and make him worse 😌