#my dog stared at me like damn bitch again??

[wheres-mylove]

puppy love - modern!cregan stark x fem!reader

Summary: Searching for peace in a quiet town takes an unexpected turn when your neighbor’s dog decides you have to be his new best friend. One look at the neighbor and you’re totally fine with getting a two-for-one deal.

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language!

Word count: 2.5k

A large painting of a wolf pack hung over the fireplace. (Y/N) stared at it, biting her lip.  

She wasn’t even sure she knew how to light the damn fire.

Was this whole thing a bad idea? Trading in her modern King’s Landing studio for a tiny house in Winterfell? A big city girl in a small town. Yeah, she might’ve officially lost her mind.

“I hope it’s to your liking, dear,” came the sharp but grounding voice of Mrs. Glover, snapping her back to reality. The elderly landlady was already fastening her fur coat.

“It’s... cozy,” she replied with her best smile. Didn’t want to admit to herself that she was feeling wildly out of place.

“Good.” Mrs. Glover nodded, satisfied. “Now, remember, once the snow hits, you’ll need to keep that fireplace going. Northern frost is a bitch.” She placed the house keys on the small wooden table. “Rent’s due by the tenth.”

“I’ll remember,” (Y/N) said quickly. “Thanks again for lowering the price.”

Mrs. Glover waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t even mention it. I’m in a hurry to get to Essos, and these silly umbrella cocktails are calling my name.”

The old woman paused at the door. “You sure you can handle moving everything in on your own? I have to head out, but the Stark boy lives just across the street. Strong lad, good arms, I’m telling ya. Handsome, too. He’d help, if you ask nicely.” She winked. “If I were only a few decades younger…”

“All good, ma’am,” (Y/N) cut in, her face heating up. “I don’t have much. A few boxes, really.”

“Well, if you say so, Miss Independent. Good luck!”

With that, Mrs. Glover disappeared with a screech of tires in her flaming red car, leaving (Y/N) standing alone in front of her new home.  

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She could absolutely do this. She’d unpack before sundown, get settled, and everything would be fine. Better than fine, even. This place was going to be a fresh start. An escape from the Big Disaster, also known as her last relationship.

She’d find the meaning of life in the wild North or however that saying went.

She was currently standing in front of her open trunk, debating what to take first. And then something licked her hand.

Slowly, she turned her head, still not fully registering what was happening, and met the gaze of big brown eyes belonging to a fluffy creature as black as the night. A light pink tongue paused halfway, as if waiting for her reaction.

“Oh, gods,” she whispered, frozen in place. “Are you a dog or a wolf? Please, be a dog. A friendly one.”

Her new friend barked in response and rolled onto its back in the universal gesture of please love me.

“You’re a dog,” she sighed in relief, dropping to her knees to give him a good belly rub. “A boy, huh? A beautiful one. But where did you come from?”

Animals don’t talk apparently. The girl glanced around instead. She’d left the gate open, sure, but he had to come from somewhere.

The dog let out a low grumble, tail thumping against the ground. She scratched his head, laughing softly. After a few minutes, he got up, shook off the dust, and placed one paw on her car.

“I’m moving into this house,” she informed him, picking up one of the smaller boxes from the trunk. She liked talking to pets, even though they couldn’t offer much in the way of conversation. “I’ve got a lot to do, but after that, we could—”

And just like that, the dog vanished as suddenly as he’d appeared. (Y/N) stood there, blinking at the empty yard.

“Bye?” she called out, shaking her head in disbelief. He probably went home.

She continued unpacking, but on her third trip to the car, she saw him again, this time with a tennis ball clamped between his teeth. He had so much hope in his eyes.

“Do you want to play?” she asked, amused. The moment she said the magic word, his ears perked up in excitement. “Where are you even from?”

She should have been unpacking. She knew that. But how could she say no to a cutie like him?

“Good boy!” (Y/N) laughed as the dog leapt into the air and caught the ball in his mouth, mid-throw.

“Excuse me, is he harassing you, lady?” she suddenly heard a low, masculine voice behind her.

The dog dropped the ball from his mouth, adopting a tragic, martyr-like expression.

She spun around, heart pounding, and found herself face-to-face with a man who looked like a classic Northern lord from the past. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark, wild hair and a beard that framed a strong jaw. He had these gray eyes that were both piercing and soft.

“He’s mine,” the stranger explained with a half-smile, clearly catching her staring.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to steal him, just so you know” (Y/N) finally spoke up, cheeks flushing. “He just... showed up. With the ball. So, I thought…”

Her awkward explanation was interrupted by his laugh, loud and kind.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t think you were kidnapping him,” he said, hands in his pockets. “I was just making sure he wasn’t bothering you. He must’ve jumped the fence. I saw you two from across the street.”

Ah. The young Stark. 

“No, not at all,” she reassured him, finally getting her words in order. “He’s well-behaved. What’s his name?”

The dark cloud of fur came closer and laid at her feet, cementing their new alliance.

The man hesitated for a moment. (Y/N) looked at him expectantly.

“Frosty,” he finally mumbled, looking at the ground.

It was the girl’s turn to laugh.

“You named this huge black wolf-ass looking creature Frosty?” she asked, scratching the dog behind his ears. He was absolutely delighted.

“He likes the cold,” Stark offered with a small shrug, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And you are…?”

“(Y/N). I’d shake your hand, but I’m doing something important. Nice to meet you though.” 

“Cregan,” he said, placing a hand over his heart with a grin. “Nice to meet you too. Frosty’s obviously on cloud nine. He’s usually not that trusting. Friendly with other dogs, sure, but picky with people. You must be special.”

Her heart swelled at those words. What an honor.

“He’s my first friend in Winterfell.”

Cregan smiled and looked at her car, noticing the boxes still inside.

“So, renting from Mrs. Glover?”

“Yeah, I just moved in from King’s Landing today.”

“City girl, yeah?” He whistled, leaning against the side of the car with a thoughtful look. “You’ve come a long way. But hey, I’m not complaining. We’re neighbors now. I live across the street.”

(Y/N) flashed a smile. “I’m not complaining either.”

“Please feel welcome to ask if you ever need anything. I’ll give you my number, just in case.”

Smooth, Cregan, smooth.

Rolling up his sleeves, Cregan walked over and hefted the biggest box out of the trunk like it was nothing.

“Now, let’s help you with that.”

That old hag was right. He had good arms.

The Northern frost was, indeed, a bitch.

But the warmth of the fire, the soft couch beneath her, and Frosty’s massive, fluffy body draped across her lap made the afternoon bearable. (Y/N)’s hand had long since gone numb from petting the dog, but his fur was addictive.

Her phone suddenly rang, breaking the peace. Frosty, naturally, didn’t move a bit. Not even a nuclear explosion could wake him.

Sighing, (Y/N) reached for her phone on the table, already knowing who it was. 

Helaena Targaryen.

“How’s the grass-touching and vet-seducing going?” came Helaena’s voice, sugary sweet and teasing, before she even had a chance to say hello.

“First of all, the grass is frozen solid,” she shot back, shifting slightly to keep her lap from completely losing circulation. “And second, again. There is no seducing happening.”

“Sure, smarty-pants. And you’re totally not babysitting his dog right now.”

“I mean,” the girl sighed with a reluctant smile. “said dog kind of invited himself here. And Cregan gave him a backpack full of snacks and toys, like he was dropping him off at daycare.”

He had also scolded him earlier for having dirty paws, saying that’s not how he raised him. The dog liked her, and she liked both him and his owner. Cregan turned out to be a veterinarian with a small clinic in town. He was working late today, so she had offered to look after his friend. Home office benefits.

Hel snorted loudly on the other end. “Oh my, he’s ridiculous. I love it. By the way, I did a tarot reading for you,” she announced, suddenly taking on a serious and spiritual tone. “The message is clear. Go after Cregan, let him chop wood and start the fire in your—”

(Y/N) groaned, facepalming. “You’ve got to stop. I’m not ready for this. And he’s just kind.”

“Kind of having a crush on you. You’re still hurting after that Gwayne situation, aren’t you?”

The mention of his name made her feel sick. “It’s not about him. I’m just... done with dating for a while.”

“Well, he was a moron,” Helaena said bluntly, her tone shifting from teasing to fierce in a heartbeat. “For the record, we all stopped talking to him. Aemond wanted to beat him up, but I told him karma would do the job.”

(Y/N) winced, though she appreciated Targaryens’ loyalty. “I’m tired of men.”

“You’re not tired of men,” Helaena corrected her. “You’re tired of idiots. Is Cregan an idiot?”

She knew he wasn’t.

“Hey, if you don’t make a move, I will.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Kidding. But please, please, for the love of gods, make him chop some wood for you.”

A strange noise woke her up.

It sounded like something was scratching at the front door. (Y/N) rubbed her eyes, groaning as she crawled out from under the warm blanket. A quick glance at the digital clock. 5:58 a.m. The sun hadn’t even thought about rising yet. The scratching persisted.

“If this is some kind of monster, I swear I’m not in the mood,” she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep. Then came a familiar bark, and she frowned.

Frosty?

She cracked the door open, and sure enough, there on the porch stood Cregan’s dog, barely visible in the early morning gloom. Frosty barked again, hopped down the steps, and turned to look at her expectantly.

He wanted her to follow him.

“Hold on, buddy, let me grab my shoes,” she promised, her voice a mix of anxiety and sleepiness. She hurriedly slipped on her shoes, her mind racing. What if something had happened to Cregan? Was this a “dog leads the way to an emergency” situation? With a quick grab of her hoodie, she went after the dog. Frosty kept looking back at her to make sure she was keeping up.

In no time, they arrived at Cregan’s house. The door was slightly ajar, and her heart raced as she stepped inside.

“Cregan?” she called out hesitantly.

“Yeah?” came his voice from the right, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Cregan Stark stood by the kitchen counter, looking mildly confused with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. He was clad only in gray sweatpants, the silver wolf pendant around his neck glinting in the soft light.

“Are you okay?” she blurted out, still trying to catch her breath.

“Feeling great. Want some coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

(Y/N) pulled out a chair and plopped down, staring at Frosty, who was wagging his tail like he had just saved the day.

“Am I a joke to you?” Frosty tilted his head, giving her an innocent look. "He came to my door like some heroic rescue dog. I thought—” She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. “I thought something had happened to you. I figured you’d, I don’t know, passed out or something. I’m pretty sure I just aged ten years.”

Cregan cast a side glance at Frosty, lips twitching as he tried to keep a straight face. "Frosty, man, what’s the deal?” he asked the dog, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “This is not funny.”

“You really got that worried?” 

“Yes! And here you are, in perfect shape. Alive,” she muttered, her eyes trailing over his very much alive form, pausing on his very defined abs. “And half-naked. I might cry.”

That did it—Cregan turned away quickly, but she saw the grin he was trying to hide as he moved to make her coffee.

“Should I put on a shirt?” he asked, a little more serious now, glancing back over his shoulder. “If it bothers you.”

“No, you’ve got some nice muscles on your back,” she blurted out without thinking. Frosty rested his head on her knee, looking up at her with his big eyes. “And you,” she added, giving the dog a playful glare, “are lucky you’re cute.”

Cregan placed the mug in front of her.

“Thanks for the compliment,” he said with a smirk.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she replied, feeling the tension melt a little.

Cregan sat across from her, watching her for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You look good,” he said finally, sounding genuine. “Want some breakfast?”

Suddenly, it hit her. She was here, no makeup, hair a mess, and still in her pajama pants. She cringed, remembering her earlier comment about his fucking back.

“Uh, no, I’m good,” she mumbled, suddenly self-conscious.

“Dinner, then? Later. With me. I know a place. If you’d like, of course,” Cregan suggested quickly, his tone slightly tentative.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. Was he... blushing?

“Are you asking me out?”

He let out a soft laugh. “I’ve been trying to ask you out since the first time I saw you. Not sure if you noticed,” he admitted. Just then, Frosty went up to him and nudged the owner’s hand with his nose. “Oh, great, emotional support,” Cregan muttered, scratching the dog’s head affectionately.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he echoed, hopeful.

“Yes,” she affirmed, her heart racing. “Just let me know what time, and I’ll dress up.”

He flashed her that charming grin, but then his expression shifted. “I’ve got an appointment with a chihuahua that bites people. I’m actually not sure if I’m gonna make it.”

She liked him so much.

“Do you think it’d be alright if I kissed you before the date, Cregan?” 

“Oh, please do,” Stark replied, voice and expression desperate.

Without overthinking it, she ended up sitting on his lap, being kissed like there was no tomorrow. Held by the strongest pair of arms that were also so gentle.

Frosty placed an approving paw on Cregan’s leg.

Well done, human.

[porcalinecunt]

Omg I love ur works!!! Please post more stuff with Oliver and kaiser

𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 oliver & kaiser catching you masterbating in their jerseys! <3

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ OLIVER AIKU & MICHEAL KAISER X GN! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — afab!reader. fingering. doggy style. rough sex. hair pulling. creampie. cockdrunk! reader. a fuckton of ego stroking.

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ ] oh boy, so this one was rotting in my inbox..but im finally back despite seasonal depression kicking my ass! (send help) i hope this was worth the wait charkvc </3 enjoy!

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 !

ᥫ᭡. — ugh, this man..

ᥫ᭡. — his ego is already inflated to the max by the time his match ends in victory, so seeing you fingering your needy cunt in his jersey? you shouldn’t have been shocked when he pounced onto you.

ᥫ᭡. — this man didn’t even let you speak. no “hey babe!” or “i missed you!”, NAH. his tongue was halfway down your throat and his hands were fumbling the band of your shorts. no way he was gonna let his slutty partner have all the fun when the both of you knew damn well he’d do you so much better then your stupid fingers. in fact, why not his fingers?

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . where were you again? ah right, lying on your side as your boyfriend finger fucks you until veins carved into his forearm. his neglected yet ragingly hard cock poking against your thigh as he was too busy watching your face twist and contort in pleasure.

“aah—not too rough oliver..” you sighed while he clearly ignored what you said, rather latching his mouth onto any patch of unmarked skin.

“nah baby, can’t get off in my jersey and expect me to do nothing..” oliver chuckled, and was unfortunately right. the sight of you masterbating shamlessly in his oversized and sweaty jersey stroked his already massive ego, his pretty little partner fingering their cunt as his match played on live television was practically an invitation to him.

“c’mon..cum all over my fingers, you love me don’t you baby?” his tone switched into a faux sweetness that he doesn’t try to hide in, yet you couldn’t help but start kicking your feet and whine like a bitch in heat. you could beg through weak little humps and you’re shaking thighs as he pumps his fingers faster. a shit eating grin formed on his face.

“you’re so cute—fuck, i missed you so much babe.”

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 !

ᥫ᭡. — him seeing you get yourself off in a jersey is the same as stroking his dick in blind worship, if only you didn’t spoil it by acting so stupid when he caught you.

ᥫ᭡. — no amount of babbling will ever save you from this horny bastard as he immediately went to work on your pretty self. flipping you onto your stomach as he shimmies whatever bottoms you had on while you attempted to wriggle out of his grip. kaiser doesn’t take any more of your attempts, oh no no no! instead, opting to grab a fistfull of your hair and wring your neck like he’s tugging on a dog leash.

ᥫ᭡. — kaiser would stare down at the huge ‘10’ on your back as he fucks you doggy style while you can’t even moan thanks to how hard he was tugging. a testament on why you should never even try to touch yourself when you’re boyfie isn’t home to take care of you! <3

kaiser is so much meaner, more greedy. so much so, you couldn’t even greet him when he busted through the bedroom door and caught you red handed. pathetically humping a pillow in his jersey while imagining his cock nestled in you.

you certainly got your wish. on all fours while kaiser fucks himself into your poor pussy as he used your hair as a leash. his knuckles are near white with his iron grip on your scalp, his eyes glued onto your bruised ass from how hard his hips slam against them.

“fuck—‘m gonna cum already..right inside you, sounds good love?” kaiser groaned with his smile practically heard as your head was forced high up while you babbled incoherent nonsense.

“m’ gonna take that as a yes.”

you mewled almost in defeat as his dick began to twitch, grunts and groans filled the room while you remained silent with your jaw agape from his harsh thrusts. the smell of sex and his jersey melts your senses until you were completely cock drunk and falling apart on your boyfriend’s girth. you didn’t even notice he was already cumming inside you until he flipped you onto your back, wet dick in hand and on your clit.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Watch Your Mouth

Dealing with someone talking shit about your man and you stand up for them because you're not about to let someone talk crazy about your man. A/N: I like to imagine this as an office girly scene and you have that one hater ass bitter coworker [Requested by: onliafaze]

Zayne

You could tell you were coming down with a cold and it was going to be a bad one. Zayne just so happened to have the day off and you were struggling to make it through your last shift before your days off. So being the loving boyfriend that he is, he brought you homemade soup and some cold medicine. He even kissed you before leaving not caring that you might get him sick as well. Just another reason to spend the day in bed with you. You sat at your desk with the biggest smile on your face. Suddenly a bitch with a voice like nails on a chalk board decided to insert herself into your bubble.

Hater: If you took better care of yourself your man wouldn’t have to waste his time coming all the way here to bring you soup MC: Weren't you sick last month and your man told you he was going to leave until you were healthy again and proceeded to ignore you for a week? Hater: ..... MC: Just because your man doesn’t care about you doesn’t mean you need to project on me Hater: I’m not projecting! MC: ………Whatever helps you sleep at night miss girl

Once you get home to tell Zayne what happened when he left, him being the sensible person that he is, suggests that maybe your coworker was just in a bad mood.

MC: Don't defend her Zayne: Sorry I meant her man hates her MC: Thank you

Rafayel

Rafayel truly had eyes for you and you only. He cared very little for others feelings you were the one and only exception. He also hated to be touched so when your coworker saw you constantly having a hand on him, when he would come by the office, she thought she’d try her luck. Rafayel immediately looked at her like she smeared the most vile thing known to man on his arm.

Hater: Your man is rude as hell MC: To you. Hater: No he’s just rude MC: To you. Hater: Why just me MC: You’re weird … who grabs on another woman's man right in front of her? You’re weird Hater: You’re rude as hell too you guys are made for each other MC: Cry about it

Rafayel stared at you in admiration while you told him what went down after he left.

Rafayel: Have I ever told you how hot you are when you get serious? MC: Yes all the time

Xavier

“Damn it I left my tea in my car” You had gotten all the way up to your desk when you realized what you were forgetting. On top of that it was cold so you were dreading having to walk in it again. Maybe you could make a cup in the office kitchen, but they only have sugar and you prefer honey; you prefer your tea. “I’ll go grab it for you just stay here and warm up” Xavier said as he appeared next to you with that soft expression he always has when he looks at you. “Thank you Xav you’re so sweet” You handed him your keys and watched as he quickly made his way out of the office before turning and smiling to yourself.

Hater: What is he a dog? Does he do everything for you? MC: ….. You know if your man hates you just say that Hater: M-my man doesn’t hate me w-why would you say that? MC: Look at you stuttering and shit did I hit a nerve? Hater: Whatever MC: Have the day you deserve babes!

Xavier approached you right as your coworker barged past him almost knocking the tea from his hand. He looked back with confusion etched across his face before turning back to you.

Xavier: What happened? MC: She was just admiring the relationship we have Xavier: What really happened? MC: She wanted smoke so I gave her a barbecue

Sylus

Thanks to Sylus wanting to spoil you at all time your office was the most decorated with all new everything and was even professionally designed to be organized and efficient. People loved to come by and admire your office set up. Except for one person who just seems to turn her nose up at you. She pouts for hours on end when Sylus makes his appearance to bring you lunch, flowers or even a ‘just because’ gift when he wants to see you. You ignored this bitter coworker day in and day out because why would you need the kind of negativity in your life? One day though she finally decided to voice her unwanted opinion to you.

Hater: You only have all of that because your man buys you everything MC: Yea … he does … tell your man to work harder Hater: That is so insensitive what if I'm single? MC: I can see why….. Hater: What's that supposed to mean!? MC: You're insufferable I wouldn't date you either

Sylus always found your attitude cute and it was even better when it wasn't directed at him.

Sylus: You said she was insufferable? MC: Somebody had to do it Sylus: and you were the perfect one for the job huh? MC: I was defending you praise me Sylus: I've never been defended before thank you Princess

[mist-see]

Background check.

Cw: harassment within military, fist fighting (?) mean reader, mention of sa, older reader between the age of 35-40, female aligned reader, lioness program. Kinda serious- fluff plot line.

The 141 squad who watches the usually calm and collected captain of the lioness program in shock as she sprints over to the line-up of recruits, cream colored boots stomping the cement as she heads to a specific man who stared straight ahead, completely unaware of who was coming towards him.

Price immediately walked forward, not knowing what was about to happen but he knows it couldn’t be good, not when you looked like that, so angry and clearly on a mission to do something that could cause trouble within the community. “Whoa whoa- slow down Captain!” He says shouts out, immediately stepping in front of your path- but you kept going, your eyes going straight through him. Your target was locked.

“Um- Lt-“ Soap glanced over to Ghost- who was already making his way over to his captain in wide strides. “On it.” He said gruffly as he tried to assess the situation. What they didn’t expect was for you to keep running, your arm immediately hooking around John’s neck- clotheslining him. It happened so damn fast he didn’t know what had happened until he hit the concrete gasping for air and clutching his throat as he choked to breathe.

“Oh my god…” Gaz had to cover his mouth in shock, soap eyes almost popping out of its sockets as he watched you mumble a “fuck outta my way,” and stomped up to the recruiter who was obviously now looking at you with his peers. “You!” You shouted, your voice loud and authoritative. “Ma’am? I mean- Capt-oof!” You didn’t even give him a chance to correct himself, your fist balling up and landing straight to his gut.

Price- who was now coming up from the ground with the help of ghost and soap, gaz staring at the scene with confusion. You- you just punched one of the newbies in the fucking gut! This could cause your career- this could demote you and you could get in serious trouble- you literally clotheslined one of the highest ranked person in this compound!- and why isnt he doing anything?

Gaz glanced away from you over to his boss who rubbed at his throat, John’s eyes basically glaring at the back of your head as he watched you drag the recruiter by the back of his neck as if he was a dog- and throw him to the floor. “Should we stop-“ Kyle wanted to ask, but Simon quickly cut him off. “Naahhh…” he muttered through the mask, his lids squinted as he watched the scene.

The recruiter grunted in pain as you kicked him in his ribs. “You gonna tell me to stop, bitch!?” You didn’t let him answer, sending another heavy kick to his stomach, causing him to cough and hold himself, hoping to shield his abdomen from your foot. That shit didn’t matter to you, kicking him onto his back, a broken grunt leaving him as you straddled his waist. “Yes- stop! Please- stop!”

“Ask nicer and I just might!” You taunted as you landed another punch to his sternum, then another one to his to his nose once he lowered his guard. Simon gave his captain a look, silently asking him if they should intervene. The man below you trashed around in pain as he reached up to clutch his nose- but you punched him again, his knuckles digging into his already broken nose causing him to grunt out and sob. “Mind telling me what the hell is going on?!” Price finally spoke up as soon as you landed another punch to the man’s hands, knuckles clashing but it was hurting him more than you.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! Captain Price please get her off of me! Please stop!” He didn’t want to put his hands on you, and you knew this- and even if he did he still wouldn’t win. You scoffed at his weak apology- the apology that wasn’t meant for you, but for one of your young recruits. “You’re not sorry you did it jackass- you’re sorry you were caught!” He knows exactly what he did- that’s why he was spewing out apologies over and over. He knows what he did was wrong yet he still did it.

Price didn’t know exactly what was going on. But he’d known you for a long time now, and this wasn’t the first time he’s seen you like this. So yes, he wasn’t exactly pleased about you clotheslining him or disturbing basic training- or punching one of his recruits and humiliating the boy… but maybe he should hear you out before he pops a blood vessel. “Get ‘er off…” he pushes Jonny forward, the mohawked male stuttering and looking back to his boss as if he was crazy. But he just gets a stern look from his Lt and captain, making him groan and stomp his way over to you.

“Okay- cmon missus Captain- up ‘n out!” After dodging your elbows and their hard hits towards his face as you landed your bloodied knuckles to the poor lads face and arms, he hooks his arms underneath your armpits and picks you up- surprisingly you didn’t fight back too much- staying almost unnaturally stiff like a mannequin as your nails dug into the roughened skin of the man’s arms. You knew you’d be in trouble for this- you already did enough damage and as much as you’d love to keep going- to give the boy as much pain and hurt as he caused your cub- you knew you had to stop and chill out.

“Okay- okay let me go! I’m calmed!” You shoved your elbow back- to which Johnny groaned and released you, you heavy boots hitting the cold ground as you watched as the young recruiter ball up and sob. Crocodile tears.

“What was tha… hm?… what the hell was that Captain!? You trynna get urself dismissed and sent back to Virginia?” Price dug his finger into your chest, gently pushing you further away from the disgusting man who cried on the ground. The 141 looked at you cautiously, especially Gaz- being newer and not exactly knowing you well. Simon-although quiet, had never saw you this angry before. He’s known you- known of you for going on 15 years and you’ve probably been the most level headed leader he’s known.

He watches intensely as you slapped prices hand away from your chest, that same hand you slapped him with now pointing directly at his captains face. “You! You’re a problem. Are you not doing proper background checks on the people you allow on your team? Hm?!” Prices fists balled up on the side of his body after they fell down, the creases on his forehead deepening even more as he glances back to the lad on the ground who clenched at his leaking nose.

“The hell are you talkin’ about…” his voice was a little lower now that he was beginning to put two and two together. As soon as you mentioned ‘background checks’ it was starting to click. “That motherfucking sicko thought it was a good idea to touch on one of my cubs… and before you say anything- I have proof.” Your jaw was tight, your toes clenching hard on the inside of your shoes as it took everything in you not to push past this man and stump that bitch out.

Gaz immediately caught on as well, his brows shooting up as he looked away from you and his boss to the man on the floor. He can’t believe he almost felt bad for the waste man.

The words coming out of your mouth was hard to hear, but one thing about Price- even though you choked the shit out of him and he wasn’t going to let that go- he immediately believed you. The older man swallowed thickly at this realization, a hand coming up to scratch at his beard- the one he knew damn well he couldn’t have. He gave you one more look- more like a glare before turning around to face the whining boy. “Get ‘em up…” he weakly motioned the boy to Simon.

“I don’t need proof… I believe you… take boy to my office, we’ll chat. Rest of ya, dismissed! You will be called upon at 16:00!” He shoos away the sweaty men, and they quickly disbanded.

Simon yanked up the significantly smaller male, his grip on his arm bruising as he pulled the chap back into the base. Johnny and Gaz of course followed, leaving you and John outside in the cold outside. “You know I’ll have to report this.”

“Do what you have to do.” You shrugged, no hesitation.

Your nonchalantness causes the male to release a sigh. Discipline was the most important thing to have in the military.. if you had no dissapline then you’re useless. The lack of discipline could get you hurt or worse killed. That boys lack of discipline will get him hurt. And trust me, it’ll hurt worse than your kicks and punches.

“You could get let go.” He tries to reason with you, tries to explain that incident could cause you your career, but your eyes were glued to the blood droplets that led back to the base. “I’ll walk away with pride knowing he gets locked away for a very long time.” Your stubbornness almost made him grin, but instead he shook his head in disbelief. His eyes went down to your sides, your fists so tight that the melanin on your knuckles paled. “She’ll be okay.”

“She will.” You spoke matter of factly. This wasn’t your first rodeo. You’ve seen this countless of times, you’ve been through this yourself. The military was filled with nasty men who lack self respect and dignity. But you’ll be dammed if the girls you trained and took care of had to fall victim to one of them.

Your sight from the blood gets covered from the jacket that belonged to John, his eyes still on your knuckles, his hand hesitating as they hovered just near yours. It wasn’t until you placed your hand into his where he comfortably brushed his thumb against the bruied skin. “You should clean up…” this time you didn’t respond monotonously, you didn’t respond at all as your eyes go from his hand on yours to his blue orbs. He was already staring back.

Instantly you swallowed thickly and cleared your throat, your hand pulling back. This was entirely too intimate for your comfort. “Do your damn background checks.” And with that, you shoved past him and headed off to your compound, his blue eyes watching you until you were nothing but a dot to his eyes.

[robertpattersonsleftcoochieflap]

FTM!Wanderer x Reader

Unexpected treats are the best kind of treats~

Wanderer x Reader

Contents: ftm!wanderer, eating out, fingering, wanderers god complex comes out.

Summary: Reader and wanderer are getting frisky but reader realises that something is not quite right and investigates (with their mouth)

Authors note: I've been a trans scara truther since day 1 and cannot handle the lack of content for my boy. Like, damn. Can a bitch not eat any boy pussy around here.

It was often that Wanderer and (Y/n) would meet up like this, now. Whether it be in an old storage closet or an empty office - they'd always end up in the same position. (Y/n) kneeling on the floor between Wanderer's legs, worshipping him in his most intimate places.

They could still remember the first time it happened.

(Y/n) and the famed Wanderer had always had this thing going on between them. They'd bicker constantly. It was almost an unspoken competition on who could annoy the other first.

This time, they were stuck together in the empty academia library. Sticking the new order of books on the shelves. It was late on a Friday, and all the academia students were out for the weekend. Yet the library was anything but silent.

"Will you shut up and do your job, unsightly worm." Wanderer snarked, purposely hitting (Y/n) in the face with his long sleeves as he flew past to place the next stack of books.

(Y/n) snorted.

"Y'know, for someone so short you do have a large temper," (y/n) smirked - they knew the subject of height was touchy for her coworker, "It's truly impressive how you fit all of it in one body... along with your huge ego."

Wanderer flew past again, shoving into them once again.

"It's a wonder how you keep that ugly, fat head of yours on your shoulders." The temperament blue boy sniped back, this time staying next to (Y/n) to stack books on the shelf beside them.

"Wow is that really the best you've got." (Y/n) faced him, crossing their arms over their chest.

Wanderer's perfect lips curled into a scowl.

"I have nothing else to say to pathetic losers like you."

(Y/n)'s face soured, "HEY. Don't. Be. Such. An. Asshole." They poked at Wanderer's chest between every word.

The Wanderer bared his teeth at them, roughly slapping away their hand.

The pair stopped and stared each other down like a pair of feral dogs. The tension was thick.

(Y/n) struck again, poking Wanderer's hard chest with more force.

Wanderer repeated his previous action.

They repeat a few more times, each action getting rougher, until they eventually escalate to shoving each other around the library.

(Y/n) gasped as their back hit the shelve, their chest heaving. Their hands still gripping tightly at the front of her assailants' clothes.

Wanderer glared deeply into (Y/n)'s eyes. The tension thick enough to cut with a claymore.

(Y/n) once again made the first move, roughly pulling the shorter man in and kissing him. The response was immediate. Quickly becoming another battle for dominance between them.

All the months of built-up frustration between them finally being released.

(Y/n) bucked their hips into his. Their tongues and teeth clashing together. Neither of them seemed to care though. Wanderer's delicate hands gripped (Y/n)'s waist, matching the rhythm of their hips.

They continued like this for a while, their hands groping and fondling each other, until finally (Y/n)'s hand trailed down to his crotch.

Their hand fumbled around the front of his pants, feeling around for the expected hardness. Only to realise they couldn't find it. (Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, still not breaking the kiss.

Is he not into it? They stressed in their mind.

Wanderer broke the kiss, his lips moving down (Y/n)'s neck, where he nipped and sucked. The recipient moved their neck, giving him more room for him, moaning at his actions.

(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered at the feeling, their anxiety washing away. He wouldn't be this into it if he didn't want me, right? Maybe his pants are too thick. They resumed fumbling with his pants, their hands unbuttoning them and weaseling in, continuing to rub around.

The man groaned into their neck, humping the hand between his legs. He was not used to this feeling.

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed in concentration, continuing to search his pants for something that was apparently not there.

He's gotta be into it? Maybe he's just small-- Their finger made contact with the wet patch in his underwear. Oh.

OHHH.

It finally clicked.

They knew what they had to do now.

(Y/n)'s free hand came up and pulled the blue haired man away from their neck and resumed their kissing. Carefully navigating him backwards until he hit a desk.

Wanderer grunted at the movement.

(Y/n) pulled their other hand out of his pants and worked on pulling them down. Once his pants were down they moved back to look Wanderer in the eyes. The mans eyes snapped open and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Is this alri-" (Y/n) was cut off.

"Did I say stop, worm." The blue haired brat snarked.

(Y/n) blinked. "I wanted to ask can I-" They were cut off again.

"Yes. Now hurry up." Wanderer gripped the back of (Y/n)'s hair and brought them back into an impatient kiss.

Damn bitch, okay. (Y/n) mentally rolled their eyes at his behaviour. What did they expect. They pull away from his soft lips and start kissing down his neck. Making their way down to the waistline of his breifs.

Wanderer looks down at (Y/n) kneeling between his legs and he swears his nonexistent heart started thumping. He felt like he was being worshipped. Like a god.

(Y/n) stared deeply into Wanderers eyes, their fingers curling into the waistband of his underwear, before pulling them down. Exposing him.

The mans eyes widened in surprise and a ferocious blush bled onto his cheeks. His mechanical pump working overtime to push blood around his body.

"Wh- what the hell are you-" Wanderer was cut off abruptly and gasped.

(Y/n)'s tongue delved deeply into the wet heat between his legs. Groaning loudly at the taste. Their nose buried in the neat tuft of blue hair above his slit.

Wanderer's legs almost give out, causing him to prop hiself onto the table. (Y/n) took the opportunity to hike one of his legs over their shoulder, spreading him wider.

(Y/n) ate him out like it was their last meal, savouring every flick of their tongue. Their hand gripping the leg on their shoulder. Their free hand trailing up and sliding into Wanderers weeping hole.

Wanderer's hand flew up and gripped (Y/n)'s hair, his head falling back. His thighs trembled around their head. He had definitely never felt anything like this before. He felt like his artificial nerves were on fire.

A broken noise came from his throat.

(Y/n) sped their fingers up, curling them and latched onto his clit, suckling on it. The thighs around their head shook violently ans the fingers against their scalp tightened.

Wanderer felt something inside him tighten, then break. He let out an almost primal noise as he gripped (Y/n)'s head with both hands, holding them tighter against him as he rode their face.

(Y/n) let him ride out his orgasm on their face, his juices dripping down their chin and hand. It had a slight buzz to it, tingling on their tongue. It was addictive. They pulled their fingers out of Wanderer and gave him one last lick before standing up and taking his head onto their shoulder.

Wanderer leant his weight onto (Y/n) as he came back to his senses. They stayed like that for a few minutes before he sat back up and stared deeply into (Y/n)'s eyes, a lazy smirk rising on his face.

"Again."

Extra:

"EH?! WHERE DID THIS STORM COME FROM?! HURRY UP AND GET MY KEYS OUT ALHAITHAM MY HAIR IS GONNA BE RUINED!"

Me trying to convince you all that wanderer is trans.

[judasgot-it]

hello, hello :) i like drama so... could i request a mean girl trying to flirt with hunting dogs and insulting their s/o?

I won't lie I've rewritten this like multiple times?? I don't know why this was so hard for me other than I hate conflict, so I struggled hard bro.

Scenario: Mean girl insulting their s/o while trying to flirt (Tecchou, Jouno)

Tecchou

“You can do better, you know?”

Tecchou blinked at the girl in front of him, the one who was staring at him dead in the face with eyes that looked like a predator.

It was an unsettling gaze. He felt challenged, as if the two were in a cage, ready to throw down.

She didn't look like an assassin, but Tecchou met abilities that were far more dangerous than physical capabilities alone.

“Excuse me?”

”You heard me. Ditch the cabbage patch bitch, come here and get a barbie. I think you're worth that.“

The woman leaned in closer, her long hair almost brushing against his arms.

Tecchou took a step back, regaining his personal space. He breathed as he felt his sword tied to his body, certainly within reach.

She was a civilian, but she could very well be a threat.

”I don't know what cabbage patches have to do with my girlfriend.”

The woman squinted at him, almost in offense. She was the one offering him a doll in the first place, like some sort of man in a white van offering kids candy.

It was a strange situation.

“I'm saying she's ugly. What? You don't think you deserve someone hot like me?”

Oh.

She was almost aggresive with her words, her long acrylic nail nearly jabbing at his chest - this was aggression, but it was pointed towards someone else.

It was targeted towards you. That's very crass, isn't it?

”I don't think you're attractive.“

Tecchou had a hard line to toe. He didn't want to deal with a hysterical woman, but he also knew that you most certainly heard this conversation, listening from somewhere off in the park while he had gone to order you both lunch.

He hated to imagine the look on your face from hearing those words. You were rather sensitive compared to him when it came to these things, and he hated to imagine you crying.

It was one of the worst things that he had ever seen, that and wasting food. Maybe his bones poking out from underneath his skin were a close second, but he could handle physical pain pretty well. He didn't really know how to handle you crying, and it was damn near as painful.

”Excuse me?“

Tecchou had to take another step back, the woman not understanding the concept of personal space and respecting boundaries. It was agitating, watching as she tried to encroach onto his personal boundaries again, her hand reaching towards his chest area.

Slapping her hand away, he glared at her, looking between her and the offending hand between them.

“Don't touch me.”

There was an anger building up inside of him, watching the woman as she stared at him in confusion. What the hell did she have to be confused about? She was the one who had insulted his girlfriend.

"Who the hell do you think you are-"

"Don't insult people you don't know."

He didn't bother to look back at the woman, instead rushing to get his food.

He and his girlfriend's food.

Because that's who really mattered. Not some woman who didn't even know how personal boundaries worked. Or notice the fact that he was carrying a lethal weapon.

Tecchou wasn't the kind of man to harm a civilian. But once and a while he was reminded of why he was different from them.

Jouno

"You know, for a blind guy you're really cute."

Jouno hated having his downtime disturbed, and of course, when he tried to be a good boyfriend and get a package for you, he was interrupted by a woman who he did not care to hear from.

Certainly not his girlfriend, nor Teruko, nor anyone he respected.

The only distress he smelled was in her pants, and frankly, he wanted no part. He just wanted to go home and bring you back whatever stupid shirt you ordered.

"My girlfriend says that to me all the time."

He emphasized the words, hoping she would feel embarrassed and leave him alone. There were others in the mailroom, surely she would take the hint and know not to hit on a man wearing fire-red Hello Kitty pajamas.

At least, that's what you had told him. He was against wearing tacky outfits, but you liked to match and he wasn't going to say no when you were thoughtful enough to buy something so considerate to his senses.

Maybe they looked stupid. He didn't care to see them, anyway, since he only wore them at home. And in the mailroom.

Where he was currently being hit on.

"Well, do you think she appreciates it?"

"What?"

Already starting to walk away from the woman, he found himself being followed by her into the stairwell. He would rather take an elevator, but being stuck in a locked room with her seemed rather unpleasant at the moment.

"You know..."

Not caring for her life, the woman grabbed his arm, hugging it close to her chest. He cringed as he tried to push her off, feeling as she pressed her entire body weight against him.

It felt like someone had thrown a piano at him.

"I think I can show you a way better time than she can. Just stand here-"

Cringing, Jouno pushed her off, listening as she stumbled against the railings.

"You're not deaf, are you? I'm in a relationship, psycho."

He dusted himself off, trying to clean away the dirty particles that was her mere existence on his clothes. At this rate, he was going to have to bleach them.

"With an ugly bitch! I know you can't see it, but-"

"I haven't seen your face but I already know a pig was your mother."

Smirking, he felt for the fire alarm on the wall, pulling it.

Jouno knew he was just out of line for the sprinklers, and it was satisfying to listen as the woman shouted as the cold water shocked her system. It was worth the screaming in his ears - he knew that she most likely looked like shit now.

With the woman off of him, he took the dryest path up the stairs, smiling as he listened to her screams of indignation.

Possibly humiliation. He sure hoped so, for being unable to listen to a simple rejection.

"I hope you have your phone on you. I'm not leaving the door open for you, ugly bitch."

He waved goodbye to her with your package, smirking as she banged on the now closed doors of the stairwell.

The fire department can deal with her. That wasn't his problem.

There was a package he had to deliver to his lovely girlfriend, who he knew would be sitting in a shared apartment wondering why the fire alarm went off.

Honestly I struggled mad hard with this one. So much so it took me nearly a year to write (haha...haaaaaaa). But also hope you enjoyed it cause damn...I've never been in a mean girls scenario so i had to make it up

[deansbite]

　　　𝒥𝒞　　｡　　you get what you ask for

pairings　𓎟𓎡 ₊ ˖　afab!reader x soldier boy / ben

warnings　𓎟𓎡 ₊ ˖　18+ mdni !!　kinktober　pillow humping　dry humping　humiliation　degrading　praise　orgasm denial　mentions of spanking　irritated!ben　needy!reader　implied bratty!reader　voyeurism (fav funky word)

summary　𓎟𓎡 ₊ ˖　ben had reached his breaking point with you, little did you know that he would be taking it out on you. You knew you wanted his attention, very greedy for it in fact, but you didn’t know how humiliating it was from your perspective. How do you like it now having your orgasm privileges taken away from you?

READERS POV

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You truly don't know how you even got into this situation. It was humbling, you went from testing Ben’s limits over and over again and riling him up, to having a pillow propped up between your legs. You wanted attention, yeah.. but this? This just made you feel smaller and smaller by the second with how Ben was staring you down. He was sat across from you, in an arm chair. He was leaned back, relaxed and his arms were crossed. You notice his eyebrow raise in expectation.

“Whatcha waitin' for, sweetcheeks? Thought you wanted this.. thought you wanted my attention?” he taunted, just ever so slightly — but the tone of his voice was so soft, but you and he both were on the same page when it came to agreeing that he was irritated with you. You batted your eyelashes at him, maybe to sort-of calm him down. Although he refused to budge. “Come on, raw dog that pillow like you usually do when you miss me.” he said it in a tone that would make you think he was suggesting you to do it.

But you knew better than to piss ben off twice. Sure, he was a giant bear and much, much more gentle when it came to you. Despite that, he still tamed you in a way. He wasn't ever violent. 'Cause god knows he could snap you in half like a twig in a second if he wanted too. Though he did occasionally spank you, the degradation, but you were used to it. One thing he hadn't done with you yet was you humping a soldier boy pillow in front of his very eyes.

You did tell him about it, when he went out you would occasionally hump the very special pillow he had bought for you and the exact same pillow he told you how he wanted you to hump it when he went out on missions with Billy, Hughie, MM, Frenchie and Kimiko who tagged along for Frenchie. nothing new, of course, yet still embarrassing.

So, before you could agitate Ben any further, you ground your hips down on the pillow. You had your panties seperating your basically aching core from the fabric you were grinding against. Your breath hitched and your head was thrown back after a couple more minutes of the same, repeated motion. It was a swift and smooth looped movement. “Eyes on me or the pillow, darlin'.” His voice dragged you out of your current thoughts and you immediately nodded, eyes focused on emerald green eyes that were practically boring into your skull.

“And I want a clear, verbal response from ya the moment you're about to cum, mkay, sweetheart?” Ben told you, his tongue darting out his mouth to apply a thin, glossy coat of saliva that sat perfectly on his plump lips. “Hey, I asked you somethin', answer me." and, you hadn't answered after a couple of minutes, so, he started speaking again. "Hey, look at me, or is your pretty little mind filled with dirty thoughts of me. hmm? Fuckin' whore. When I ask somethin' you damn well know to answer. Just like when you ask me sumthin' you get what you ask for, don'tcha baby?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The words caused an immediate reaction out of you, your eyes widened and a light pink hue appeared on your cheeks. You swallowed thickly, gathering all possible thoughts. “And I didn't tell you to fuckin' stop, now, did I? Come on, I knew you became a good little cockwhore for me when I fill your cunt up all nice like a good bitch. But I didn't expect you to become all incoherent and brainless 'cause of a goddamn pillow." He scoffed to himself. "Guess anything can turn you on.” the absolute filth escaping his lips caused your body to react — whether you wanted, too or not.

Your hips got back to work, hands gripping onto the fabric with Bens face on it, your pussy rubbing against the material of your panties and the soft object. Strings of moans and curses escaping your lips that could put a sailors mouth to shame. All in the meanwhile, you could see Ben shift ever so slightly in the armchair, his arms still crossed over his chest and just.. watching.

This was beyond humiliating. You were basically naked — only thing covering you up being your underwear, so the cool air hit your chest and you were panting. Not to mention, you just felt yourself heating up more and more even when you started to think it would stop.

You started to try to get off more, by imagining Bens hands running all ovef your body, stopping at your hips and gripping onto them with that strong grip of his, he would tease just in the slightest bit — and then finally connect his tongue to your entrance -

Before you realized it, you felt your orgasm forming in the pit of your stomache, the stimulation against your cunt and the filthy things that left Bens mouth and the way he was watching without even doing anything was just too much. “I'm about.. I'm about —” you were stumbling over your words as your movements got sloppier and uncoordinated, just seeking release without much thought behind it.

You were right on the edge until it all came to an abrupt stop. You were stopped dead in your tracks and you, very rightfully, were confused. You slowly had felt a grip on your hips. You let out a pathetic whine and glanced at Ben, you didn't even notice him walk over to you. He had a neutral expression and maybe even a little annoyed. “Told you to tell me when you were gonna cum, hm? Can't even follow simple orders. Exactly why I should fill your mouth if you ain't even gon' use it right, sweetcheeks.” he paused, "Or maybe.. I should just not give you what you ask for. Leave you all pent up and leave you to wait for the next time I’ll use you again, isn't that right, doll?"

Before you could even get a word out, he let go of your hips, reached between your legs and in a painfully slow way, grabbed onto the pillow and removed it from between your thighs. Leaving you pretty much dissatisfied and your own arousal and slick coating your underwear which was.. in one word, uncomfortable.

"Made a fuckin' mess on my face, baby." he tutted, point out the wet patch over his face on the fabric of the pillow. "If I find out you pleased yourself, you'll be in a lot of trouble. I mean it, doll. Don't test me with this. You've pissed me off more than enough today." he shoved the pillow under his armpit and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips before he pulled away as soon as he connected his with yours.

"I know your body well enough to know if you lie, baby." he warned one last time before he exited your shared bedroom. You felt the cool air hit you and your uncomfortable ache and the high that you were about to reach was sizzling down.

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okay this was actually my first EVER smut fic i wrote in like. laate august or start of october i dont remember but this freak @fourkilljoys proofread it n i am surely not reading this shit again so!!!! heh.. i hope u enjoyed

tags: @pearlzier @fallbhind @beausling @dollsltt @psychicnatural @deanswidow @gibson-g1rl @fourkilljoys

amab vers: right here

[sherewrytes]

WHAT THESE BITCHES WANT FROM A NIGGA Part 3

Part 3. There should be 2 more parts in this

Here is a lil fic inspired by me listening to way too much DMX songs

I thought it was over but yn kept going

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching Y/N pace back and forth in her living room, absolutely lighting me up.

"You got some fucking nerve, Ony," she snapped, eyes flashing with frustration. "You sit up on that IG Live entertaining these random-ass girls, and you wonder why people think you're a damn dog? Like, be serious!"

I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Man, you really kept tabs on that Live, huh?"

Wrong. Thing. To. Say.

She stopped pacing so fast I thought she might give herself whiplash.

"Kept tabs?" she echoed, voice laced with disbelief. "Kept tabs?! Oh, my God, Ony, are you dumb?"

Before I could even get a word in, she went off again.

"You had some random ass fan talking about she fucked you two years ago—for clout! Then another chick saying she was pregnant by you—pregnant, Ony! And she lied! Like paternity tests don’t exist! And you just sat there, looking pretty and playing into it like it was cute."

I opened my mouth, but she wasn’t done.

"Let’s not even talk about the other women you had in the comments shooting their shot, and you just eating that shit up like it’s your damn job."

I huffed, pushing off the wall. "Man, none of that shit was real. You know how this industry is, Y/N—people say whatever for attention. That girl ain’t never touched me in her damn life. And that pregnancy shit? I handled that. I been handled that."

She folded her arms, unimpressed. "Yeah? You handled it? Is that why it was trending for a whole day?"

I dragged a hand down my face. "Man, you work in media, you know how people love to stir shit up. That’s what they do."

She laughed—cold and sharp. "Oh, now you wanna talk about media? Now you wanna acknowledge how this shit works? But when I brought up that song and all those names getting leaked, you was all ‘nah, let the music speak for itself.’ You pick and choose when to care about this shit, Ony."

I frowned. "You really been watching all this, huh? Damn, you keeping tabs on me, pretty."

That was the moment I knew I fucked up.

Y/N stopped, stared at me for two full seconds, and then—

"Keeping tabs?" she repeated, this time in that eerily calm voice that meant shit was about to go left. "Oh, I'm keeping tabs?"

I opened my mouth, but she cut me off before I could dig myself a deeper hole.

"I’m a fucking—" she took a deep breath, eyes narrowing, "—journalist, Ony. A goddamn music journalist. I literally get paid to keep up with the industry. It is my job to know what’s happening, to write about shit like this. You think I’m out here lurking on you like some crazed fan? And I also work for Vogue, dumbass. Fuck off."

…Damn.

I blinked. Okay, I deserved that one.

She huffed, still mad, but I could tell some of her anger had burned out now that she got that off her chest.

"Look," I started, voice softer now. "I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant—damn, Y/N, I ain’t think you cared enough to pay attention."

Her jaw tightened, and she looked away for a second before shaking her head. "It’s not about caring, Ony. It’s about the fact that your name is everywhere, and when your name comes up, so does mine. People love digging up old shit, and I gotta deal with it whether I want to or not. That’s the difference between you and me—you get to play into it when it benefits you, and I get dragged into it whether I like it or not."

That shut me up real quick. Because she was right.

I exhaled, running a hand over my head. "You’re right. I ain’t think about it like that."

She scoffed. "Yeah, no shit."

Another beat of silence. The tension is still thick, but not suffocating anymore. I looked at her, really looked at her. She was still the same Y/N, still sharp as hell, still real as fuck.

And somehow, even after all the yelling, I still just wanted to pull her close.

I hesitated, then asked, "So… what now?"

She exhaled, like she was trying to let go of the frustration. Then she looked at me, lips pursed. "What now? You tell me, Ony. ‘Cause I’m not about to be just another name in your mentions."

I took a step closer, lowering my voice. "You never been just another name, Y/N. You know that."

She didn’t move away, but she didn’t soften either.

"Prove it."

And just like that, the challenge was set.

I tightened my grip just enough to make her stop but not enough to hold her against her will. She turned back, eyes sharp, lips already parting like she was about to unleash another read on me.

“Let go of me, Ony,” she warned, voice low, but I could see the flicker of something else in her gaze—something she didn’t want to admit.

I didn’t let go. Not yet.

“Nah,” I said, voice just as low, searching her face. “You still ain’t answer me. Why you still got them pictures up?”

She scoffed again, rolling her eyes like the answer was obvious. “Because I liked the damn pictures. Why does it matter?”

“Nah.” I shook my head, stepping just a little closer. “You got plenty of pictures you like, Y/N. But those? Them old ones of us? If you really ain’t give a fuck, you would’ve been took them down. But you didn’t. Why?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

I could see the war going on in her head. She was already trying to come up with another excuse, another way to dodge the real answer. But I wasn’t letting her get away with it. Not this time.

“Four years, Y/N,” I said, softer now. “We broke up four years ago. And you still got them up. Why?”

Her lips pressed together, her breathing just a little uneven.

Then she tried to turn again, and I caught her wrist—gently, but firmly.

“Stop running from me,” I murmured. “You never used to run.”

That did something to her.

I saw it in the way her body tensed, the way she sucked in a breath like I’d just hit a nerve she didn’t want touched.

“You don’t get to say that,” she muttered. “Not after everything.”

“So tell me,” I countered. “Tell me what everything is to you. ‘Cause from where I’m standing, it look like we still got some unfinished shit between us.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Unfinished? Ony, you walked away, remember? You let me go.”

I exhaled through my nose, jaw tightening. “And you let me.”

Her eyes flared with something—anger, hurt, maybe both. “What was I supposed to do? Chase you? Beg you to stay when you had already made your choice?”

I looked her dead in the eyes and said the thing I hadn’t admitted in years.

“I never wanted to leave you.”

She froze.

For the first time since I pulled up, she had nothing to say.

And I knew, right then and there, we were finally about to have the conversation we should’ve had four years ago.

I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling through my nose. "Yeah... sounds about right."

She folded her arms, watching me like she was waiting for me to say more. I didn’t blame her. I’d been dodging this conversation for years. Might as well lay it all out now.

"I repeated myself—I never wanted to leave you." I looked her dead in the eyes. "It's not like the label forced me. I just... I don't know, my head was probably up my ass."

She scoffed. "Probably?"

I let out a low chuckle. "Okay, definitely. But I’m sorry. Everyone gave me flack for it. Connie didn’t talk to me outside of work or label shit for a year. I don’t even know how we ended up doing that track together recently. He was against working with me for a minute."

Y/N’s lips pressed together, but she didn’t look surprised. Connie was her best friend. Of course she knew how much he had hated me back then.

I sighed, shaking my head. "My mom aired me out. My lil sis, my big sis—fuck, even my dad did. And you know that man barely gets into shit."

She smirked slightly, and I knew that meant she remembered how chill my dad was. He was always the one to keep things level, to keep the peace. If he had something to say, I really must’ve fucked up.

Then Y/N tilted her head, a knowing look in her eyes. "Your grandaddy met me around that time too."

I blinked. "Huh?"

"Mhm." She nodded, arms still crossed. "He told me you were a damn fool. But," she lifted a finger, "he also said you made him proud, so he spared you a lecture when your family had that big-ass meeting about you."

I damn near choked. "Meeting?"

She laughed. "Yeah, apparently you were sullying the family name in the music industry, so they all sat down to talk about it."

I groaned, running both hands down my face this time. "Man, why am I just now hearing about this?"

"Because you weren’t talking to me," she shot back. "And trust me, if you had been, I would've told you first thing just to see the look on your face."

I shook my head, still processing. "They really sat down like I was a damn scandal?"

"Yes, Ony. They held a family meeting about you."

I sighed, shaking my head. "And my granddaddy really spared me a lecture?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. "He called you a fool, but said you were doing good for yourself, so he let it slide."

I let out a breath of relief. "Shit... I got lucky."

Y/N raised a brow. "Lucky? You think your family roasting you is the worst part of all this?"

I met her eyes again, and there was no playfulness there now. Just... that lingering hurt I had left behind.

And suddenly, I didn’t feel so lucky.

I started “YN I” then she cut me off “ Have a blessed night Ony.. see yourself out.” and pulled away and walked into her room and slammed her door. 

I let out a slow breath, staring at the door she just slammed in my face.

"Damn."

I scrubbed a hand over my head, debating if I should knock. Say something else. Try harder. But something in her stance before she walked away told me that pushing wasn’t gonna get me anywhere right now.

So, I just... sat down.

Dropped onto her couch like I had all the time in the world.

I leaned back, spreading my legs out, resting my arm over the back of the couch like I wasn’t waiting for her to come back. Even though I was.

The TV was on but muted, the glow from the screen flickering over the room. I glanced around—same apartment style, new little details. Different art on the walls. A candle burning low on the table. A few blankets thrown over the armrest, the kind she always kept around for when she got cold.

It still felt like her.

Like I was stepping back into something I should’ve never walked away from.

I let out a slow exhale and glanced at the closed door again.

She still hadn’t come out.

I checked my phone. Ten minutes had passed. Then twenty.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

And she knew that.

I blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the early morning light slipping through the blinds. My neck was stiff as hell, and my arm was half-numb from the way I’d been laying.

It took me a second to get my bearings. The couch under me. The blanket draped over me—one of hers, smelled just like her too.

Then, the scent hit me.

Pancakes. Bacon. Coffee.

I ran a hand down my face, exhaling slow.

I didn’t even remember falling asleep. I just remembered bickering with her, watching her stomp off to her room, and me sitting here, staring at the damn door. Must’ve knocked out waiting for her to come back.

I sat up, the blanket slipping off me, and rolled my shoulders to shake the stiffness out. The sound of movement in the kitchen caught my attention. The faint clatter of plates. A pan sizzling.

I pushed up from the couch and stretched before heading toward the kitchen.

She was standing at the stove, back to me, one leg slightly bent as she flipped a pancake. She had on some tiny ass sleep shorts and an oversized tee, her bonnet still on.

I leaned against the doorway, watching her for a second.

"You tryna butter me up with breakfast?" I finally spoke, voice still rough from sleep.

She didn’t even turn around. "Nigga, please. I was already making this."

I smirked, stepping further into the kitchen. "And yet, you made enough for two."

She huffed, still not looking at me. "I didn’t wanna hear your stomach growling while I eat."

"So you care."

She turned her head just enough to side-eye me. "Aht Aht I ain’t say all that."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Mhm."

She slid a plate toward me on the counter without another word. Pancakes stacked, bacon piled up on the side. There was already syrup out.

I sat down, picking up a piece of bacon, chewing as I watched her fix her own plate.

She was quiet, but the energy between us wasn’t as tense as last night.

It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either.

It was something.

I stopped chewing, the weight of the silence in the room finally sinking in, and before I even had time to think about it, I stood up.

I walked right up to her without a second thought. The sound of my footsteps on the floor seemed louder than usual in the quiet kitchen.

Her back was still to me as she fidgeted with the syrup bottle, eyes glued to the counter. I didn’t give her the chance to turn around, didn’t give her the space to push me away like I was expecting. I just wrapped my arms around her, feeling her stiffness instantly.

She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. But I felt the tension in her body, the tightness in her posture like she was still holding herself together in the aftermath of all of this. I didn’t care, though.

"YN… I’m sorry."

My voice came out softer than I expected, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. But it wasn’t about me. Not anymore.

I didn’t let go of her, even though I could feel her resistance, feel how hard it was for her to let me in. I wasn’t going to let this moment slip by without her hearing me.

"I know words won’t take away the pain I caused. I know nothing I say can make up for what I put you through. What I put us through."

I paused, swallowing down the lump in my throat. The apology felt like a weight I had been carrying for too damn long.

"I know my actions, my mistakes… and how your name keeps getting dragged into my mess, that shit ain't fair. I never meant for it to be this way."

I took a deep breath, tightening my grip around her just slightly. "I can only control so much, sometimes it feels like everything’s out of my hands, but that's no excuse. I’m sorry. For everything."

She stayed still, but I could tell she was listening. Her breath was slower, softer now. Still, I didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want her to think this was just a throwaway apology—some words I thought I could say to make things better.

It wasn’t that simple.

And it never would be.

Her hands were still holding onto the counter, but her body relaxed a little in my arms, just a little. I could feel the tension slowly easing from her back, but her silence hung thick between us, almost louder than my apology.

I leaned in just enough to rest my chin on her shoulder, my voice barely a whisper.

"I don’t expect you to forgive me, not yet, but I had to say it. I had to… let you know that I see it. All of it."

The room felt small, almost suffocating, but I didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to let this moment pass without her knowing how much I meant it.

I knew I’d fucked up. I knew I couldn’t erase the past.

But I’d be damned if I didn’t try to fix it.

She didn’t answer right away. Just kept eating, the sound of the fork scraping against the plate almost like a dull reminder of how much space I had to make up between us. I could feel her body stiffen under my touch, her reluctance still thick in the air. She didn’t say anything, didn’t even react to me holding on. And that hurt more than the silence.

I told myself to stay calm, but it was hard. My hands tightened around her waist, trying to keep her close.

I wasn’t going to let her walk away from this—not again, not like I had before.

Then, suddenly, her voice cut through the quiet like a sharp blade, catching me completely off guard.

"Let me go, Onyankopon Carter."

Her words hit me harder than I thought they would, the way she said my full name. It was like hearing a complete stranger say it. The anger in her tone wasn’t what I expected.

I froze for a second. I could feel her pulling against me, pushing to create space, but I wasn’t ready to let go. My heart pounded louder in my chest as I stayed behind her, not moving, not letting go.

"YN…"

My voice cracked as I whispered her name, trying to keep it steady, trying to make her understand. I was still holding on, but this time, it wasn’t to stop her from leaving. I needed her to know I wasn’t just saying words. I wasn’t just trying to apologize because it sounded good.

I needed her to hear me.

But she kept pushing harder now, like she was trying to tear herself away from me. She wanted distance, wanted space, and I knew it wasn’t just because of the argument. It was everything. It was the years of silence. The hurt that I’d caused her.

I didn’t let go.

Instead, I tightened my grip, just enough to keep her from walking away, but I wasn’t forcing her into anything. I just needed her to stop pushing me away for one damn second.

"Please," I said, the word slipping out before I could stop it. "Just… listen. I’m not going anywhere."

She tried to push me again, but this time, she didn’t have the strength to fight back the tears I could hear in her voice. She turned her head just enough to look at me, and I saw it all—the frustration, the pain, the anger that had been building up for years, and I felt every ounce of it.

"You don't get to just walk in here after all this time and act like everything’s fine." Her voice was shaky, but she wasn’t crying—yet. She was still holding it together, still standing strong. "You left me, Ony. You left me. And now you want to apologize like it's supposed to fix it all?"

I didn’t have a response right away. Her words were like a slap, but I deserved every single one of them.

I hadn’t expected it to be easy. Hell, I wasn’t expecting it to be anything but hard, but I also wasn’t prepared for the weight of the regret in her eyes.

"I fucked up," I muttered, feeling the weight of it more than I could ever say. "I know I did. But that’s the truth. I never stopped thinking about you, YN. I never stopped loving you, no matter how much I tried to tell myself I was over it. Over us."

Her eyes narrowed, and I could see the skepticism written all over her face. She wasn’t buying it.

"You think that matters now?" she spat, her voice sharp. "You think saying all this  is enough after all this time? After everything you put me through?"

I had no answer. What could I say?

Her shoulders slumped slightly, like the fight was leaving her, but her anger was still there, just beneath the surface. She turned slightly to face me now, not looking me in the eyes, but I could tell it was hard for her to even be this close.

"I don't know what you want from me, Ony. I really don't."

I stayed silent, just holding her for a moment, trying to process everything she was saying. She was right. I had no idea what I was asking for, no clue what I was hoping for.

All I knew was that I wasn’t going to let her go this time. Not without trying. Not without doing everything I could to make things right.

"I’m sorry," I said again, the words coming from somewhere deeper this time, not just as a pleasantry but as a promise. "And if you need time, I’ll give it to you. But just know... I’m here, YN. I’m not running this time."

She didn’t respond at first. Instead, she just stayed there, caught in the tension between us. I could feel her resisting it, feel her wanting to push me away but also unwilling to fully shut me out.

She was still angry. She was still hurt. And I knew I had no right to ask for forgiveness just yet. But I was going to keep showing up, keep proving that I was ready to fight for us.

Finally, she broke the silence with a sigh. A tired, frustrated, long exhale.

She shoved me away with more force than I expected, the motion sharp and jarring, like she wanted to push all the pain and frustration she’d been carrying for years out of her body.

"Eat and get out," she said, her voice flat, almost mechanical, but I could hear the undercurrent of something deeper, something softer—pain. "Don't come back here, Onyankopon."

I stood there, frozen, her words like a punch to the gut. She was still looking away from me, but I could see the tears starting to fall, slowly at first, like a slow trickle of rain, then faster as she let herself feel everything she’d been holding back.

And that hurt more than anything she could’ve said. The way she tried to hide it, to pretend she wasn’t breaking in front of me. She wiped at her eyes like it would stop the tears, but they kept coming.

I opened my mouth to say something, to apologize again, but before I could, her voice broke through, softer now, barely above a whisper.

"Just don’t."

It was so quiet, almost like she didn’t want me to hear it, like she was telling me to leave her alone for good. It cut me deeper than any sharp words ever could.

I didn’t know what to do. My body was still frozen, the weight of her hurt pressing down on me like I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to reach out to her, to pull her into my arms, to make it right, but I knew I couldn’t. Not yet.

"YN..." I tried again, my voice shaking with everything I wasn’t saying.

But she turned away, walking away from me  without saying another word. Her back was turned to me, her shoulders shaking with the weight of her grief, and I felt so fucking powerless, standing there, knowing that I’d caused it.

I tried to move forward, but the silence between us was deafening. I was suffocating in it. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity.

I glanced at the pancakes and bacon she’d made earlier, untouched now. The smell of them felt like a reminder of everything we used to have, everything I was about to lose again.

"Please," I whispered, but she didn’t turn around. She didn’t say anything.

The tension between us was unbearable, and yet, I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t make myself walk out that door when every part of me wanted to fix it, wanted to do something—anything—that could bring her back to me.

But she wasn’t ready.

I felt it in my bones.

I walked toward the door, my steps slow, like I was walking away from the last chance I’d ever have with her. I stopped by the doorway, staring at the back of her head, the soft rise and fall of her shoulders, her whole body trembling with the weight of everything she’d been through.

I didn’t want to leave her like this. I didn’t want to walk away. But what else could I do?

"I’m sorry, YN," I whispered one last time, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me.

I stepped out of her apartment, my heart heavy in my chest, and the door clicked shut behind me, sealing my mistake away like it was the last chapter in a book I didn’t want to finish.

And in that silence, I knew I was the one who had to make the first move, again. But the question was—how?

I walked into the studio like I was walking into another one of those days where the world felt too heavy, but nothing else could touch me. Connie and Eren were already there, the usual energy, but today it felt different. It felt like they could sense it, like they knew something was wrong. The silence between us was thick, almost suffocating.

Connie, as always, started pestering me about my social media posts, cracking jokes about the fans, about the drama, about the way I was handling everything. His voice usually got under my skin, but today, it was like a distant hum, barely audible. I wasn’t in the mood for his usual banter.

Eren, as usual, was in his own world, smoke swirling around his head like he was immune to all the chaos. He looked up for a second, offered me a blunt, but I just shook my head.

“I’m good,” I muttered, my voice a little hoarse.

They both exchanged a glance, almost like they were trying to figure out what was going on with me. I wasn’t the type to keep quiet for long, especially not with them. But today, I didn’t have the energy to say anything.

Connie, of course, noticed. He always noticed when something was off. His usual grin faded as he watched me, sensing that something was deeper than just the usual bullshit.

“Aight, I’ll call YN real quick. Maybe she can snap tell me what the fuck is up” Connie said, his tone trying to be casual, but I could hear the concern in it.

He stepped outside, leaving just me and Eren alone in the studio. The silence felt louder now, stretching between us like an invisible wall.

I leaned back, trying to hold it together. Trying to convince myself I was fine. But then the weight of everything hit me. The silence of the apartment, the look in YN’s eyes, the way she pulled away from me like I was nothing but a ghost in her life. The words she’d said to me, how she’d begged me to leave, to just stop coming around.

My heart felt like it was being crushed, piece by piece. I thought I was prepared for the fallout, but I wasn’t. Not like this.

I felt the sting behind my eyes, but I tried to hold it back. I wasn’t about to break down in front of Eren. I wasn’t about to let anyone see how fucked up I felt. But even though I tried to swallow it down, the tears came anyway. Just a few at first, hot and sharp, running down my face before I could stop them.

I wiped them away quickly, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of everything slipping through my fingers.

Eren noticed, of course. He didn’t say anything at first, just kept smoking like it was normal. But I could feel him watching me, waiting. He didn’t push, didn’t ask. He just let me be.

And in that silence, I cracked a little more.

I couldn’t stop thinking about YN—how she’d looked at me, how she’d said those things like they were so easy to say, like I didn’t matter anymore. The way her voice had softened when she told me to leave, and then her silence when I tried to apologize. She wouldn’t let me in, and it felt like I was suffocating without her.

Eren exhaled a cloud of smoke, the haze swirling around us, and then he finally spoke.

“You know, you can’t just keep running from it.”

I didn’t look at him. I didn’t have the energy to respond. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

But Eren wasn’t the type to let you slide. He always said what was on his mind, no filter.

“I get it, man. You fucked up. But running away from it—avoiding it—isn’t going to fix shit. You think avoiding YN’s gonna fix it? Or hiding behind the music, behind the image? Nah. You’ve gotta face it.”

I couldn’t keep it in anymore. My voice was low, rough as I responded, “I don’t know how to face it. I don’t know how to make it right.”

Eren shrugged, his tone steady, almost detached. “Sometimes you don’t get to choose how you fix things. Sometimes you just gotta show up, be real about it, and let things play out. She’s pissed, she’s hurt, but it doesn’t mean you’re done.”

A few minutes passed, and the door swung open again. Connie walked back in, his face twisted in irritation. He didn’t say a word at first, but I could see it in his posture—his jaw clenched, his hands in fists.

He stepped right up to me, too close for comfort, and started getting in my face. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Ony? Really?” His voice was low but sharp, almost like he was madder than I’d ever seen him.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t even look at him. I wasn’t in the mood for his usual nonsense.

Connie paused, then his expression softened for a second as he noticed something. He took a step back, his eyes flicking to my face.

“Wait... you actually been crying?”

I didn’t answer, didn’t move. I just stared down at the floor.

Connie couldn’t help himself. He chuckled, the sound low and almost mocking. “Look at you, man. Tables have turned, huh? You the one out here looking like you got your heart stomped on. That’s what you get for playing with her, though.”

I stayed quiet. I wasn’t about to argue with him. My heart felt too heavy to even bother.

Connie kept talking, laughing a little, but there was something different in his tone now. He wasn’t laughing at me, exactly, but laughing at the situation. He stepped back, hands in his pockets, smirking as if this was all some twisted kind of karma.

“You know, I always thought you were the one who had your shit together,” he said, shaking his head with a grin, but there was a hint of something deeper behind it. “Guess we all gotta learn the hard way.”

I didn’t respond. I just grabbed my jacket and stood up, ready to leave.

Connie watched me for a second, then raised his eyebrows. “Where you going?”

I didn’t even turn back as I walked out of the studio. My head was too full, too clouded, to stick around. I couldn’t deal with this right now.

“I’m out,” I muttered, and that was all I said before walking out the door.

I didn’t even hear Eren or Connie try to stop me. I just needed to get away from all of it, all the pressure, the mess.

I needed space to breathe.

I called Mikasa and told her I had a family emergency. It wasn’t entirely a lie—I did need to be around family, but it wasn’t the kind of emergency that would’ve required dropping everything, at least not for work. Truth was, I just needed to get away. I needed to be around people who would let me breathe, even if they didn’t understand everything I was going through.

I hung up the phone with Mikasa, her voice a blur of concern and questions, but I didn’t have time to answer them all. I didn’t feel like talking about it. Not now, anyway.

So, I packed a bag—light, just enough to get by. I caught the quickest flight from LA to Atlanta. The whole flight, I kept my eyes on the window, watching the clouds drift by. It was like I was floating somewhere between reality and the chaos I had just left behind in the studio.

When I landed, I felt that familiar weight in my chest again. The heaviness that only came from being around my family—my mom, my grandmother, the people who knew me before I was Onyankopon. Before all the hype, the drama, the fans.

I pulled up to my mom’s house and stepped out of the car, feeling a sense of relief mixed with dread. I hadn’t been home in a while.

As soon as I walked in the door, the smell of fried chicken and collard greens hit me, making my stomach grumble. My mom was in the kitchen, humming as she moved around, and when she turned and saw me, her face lit up.

“Baby, you came home!” she said, her voice full of warmth and something else—relief, maybe. She rushed over, wrapping me in one of her tight hugs.

I held her for a second, just taking in the moment, then pulled back, forcing a smile.

“Yeah, had to clear my head a bit.”

She eyed me carefully, her motherly instincts kicking in. “You look tired. You been good?”

I didn’t know how to explain the weight on my shoulders, the mess with YN, the tension at the studio, Connie’s relentless teasing. Instead, I just nodded. “Yeah, just... needed to reset.”

She nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave me. She knew something was off.

“Your grandmother’s been asking about you,” she said. “She’s in the living room.”

I nodded, offering a soft smile before walking into the living room. My grandma was sitting in her favorite chair, knitting something. She didn’t even look up when I walked in, but I could see the smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“There’s my baby boy,” she said, her voice soft but stern.

I sat down beside her and she looked me over, like she was trying to read my mind.

“You still carrying all that weight on you, huh?” she said, her eyes wise with age. “Don’t you know, baby? And I don’t mean body weight Ony boy”

I opened my mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come out. Instead, I just exhaled, sitting back into the chair, letting the silence fill the space between us.

She didn’t push me to talk. She never did. But I could tell she understood.

I spent the next few hours with them, talking about anything but what was really on my mind. But I knew—just by being here—I was beginning to ground myself again. Maybe all the noise, all the drama, would fade once I got the space to think clearly.

But even in the comfort of my family, the images of YN, her voice, her words, lingered in my head. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to just forget about it.

I sat down next to Grandma, letting her soft voice wash over me as she spoke, her words a comfort in the storm of everything that had happened. She talked about everything—family gossip, old memories, the plants in the garden that needed watering—but I couldn’t focus on any of it.

Suddenly, the tears came again. I tried to hold them back, but it felt like a damn burst open inside me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn’t even try to wipe them away.

Grandma’s hand was on mine instantly, warm and steady, but it didn’t stop the flood of emotions.

“It’s okay, baby,” she murmured softly, her voice full of the kind of wisdom only a grandmother could have. “It’s okay to cry.”

I let the tears fall, feeling the weight of everything I’d been carrying—YN, the drama, the people who expected too much, the pressure, the lies, and the mistakes. I was so tired of pretending to have it all together when inside, I felt like I was falling apart.

Just then, I heard the familiar sound of my dad’s voice, loud and gruff, followed by my grandpa’s deeper, more forceful tone. They were arguing about Formula 1 racing, as usual. Their voices grew louder as they walked into the room.

They froze when they saw me, sitting there with Grandma, my face buried in my hands, tears soaking into my palms.

My mom was standing behind them, watching the whole thing unfold, her arms crossed. I could see the judgment in her eyes, but there was no anger. Just concern.

“What’s all this now?” Grandpa asked, his brow furrowed as he took in the sight of me, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

“Ain’t you a grown man?” Dad’s voice was more direct, the words cutting through the air. “What’s with all the crying?”

I stayed silent, not trusting myself to speak. My dad, as tough as he was, had never been one for emotions. He didn’t get it.

Grandma looked at both of them, a small sigh escaping her lips. “Leave him alone,” she said softly but firmly. “Sometimes, a man has to cry. You both should know that.”

But I could feel their eyes on me, and I hated that feeling. Like I was a disappointment. Like I wasn’t living up to some expectation they had of me.

Dad, always trying to fix everything, tried to change the subject. “So, about that Formula 1 race, you’re still watching?”

But Grandpa, ever the realist, looked me over, then turned back to my dad, shaking his head. “Don’t you see? He’s going through it. He doesn’t need us picking at him right now.”

It was hard to focus on the noise around me, but their words sank in. The room was quiet for a moment, everyone uncertain of how to deal with me in this moment of weakness.

But then, my mom stepped in, breaking the silence. “Let him breathe,” she said, her voice low but filled with understanding. “He’s going through some things, and he’ll figure it out.”

I felt all the tension leave the room, but there was still a heavy silence. My heart felt like it was sinking, and as much as I wanted to tell them what was really going on, I couldn’t.

“We’ll talk later,” my mom added, before turning and walking into the kitchen.

I stayed where I was, letting the tears dry on my face. I didn’t want to be seen like this. I didn’t want them to see me like this. But I also knew that the weight I was carrying wasn’t going away on its own.

Grandma, always wise, patted my hand again, her gaze steady and kind. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now,” she said. “Just take it one step at a time, Ony.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, I nodded. Maybe I didn’t have to fix everything today. Maybe I could just take a minute to breathe.

But I knew one thing—nothing was going to be the same with YN, not after everything. She was still in my heart, but it felt like there was this massive wall between us now. I didn’t know if I could ever tear it down.

Grandpa sat down next to me, his old joints creaking a little as he settled into the chair. His eyes, sharp as ever, looked me over, and I could feel him sizing me up, just like he always did when he thought I was hiding something.

“Let me guess,” he started, his voice low but filled with that familiar knowing tone. “It’s that YN girl, ain’t it?”

I froze, not wanting to talk about it. Not here, not now. But Grandpa, with all his years of experience, saw right through me. I tried to get up, shifting my weight and hoping to slide past him, but his old strong hand shot out and grabbed my arm before I could get very far.

“Where you think you going, boy?” His grip was surprisingly strong for his age, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little, despite myself.

“Damn, Grandpa, you still strong as shit.”

He chuckled, his gruff voice rough around the edges. “You ain’t the first one to say that. Guess I’ve still got some fight left in me.” He gave me a pointed look, like he wasn’t letting me off the hook that easily.

I sighed and slumped back down in the chair. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now, Grandpa.”

He didn’t push me, not right away. Instead, he sat back, folding his arms over his chest and looking at me, as if he was waiting for me to open up.

“It’s alright, son,” he finally said, his voice softer now, almost like he was remembering something long ago. “But don’t think you can run from it forever. You know how much you loved that girl. Ain’t no way you gonna just forget her.”

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening at the mention of YN’s name. Grandpa wasn’t wrong. She had been everything to me at one point, but the shit that had gone down between us... I couldn’t forget it. I didn’t know how to fix it, either.

“She ain’t the same anymore,” I muttered, the bitterness creeping into my voice. “I messed up. She ain’t gonna look at me the same again.”

Grandpa’s eyes softened as he reached over and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Boy, the only way she won’t look at you the same is if you let her go. And I don’t think that’s what you want.”

I turned my head to look at him, a little surprised by the weight of his words. Grandpa didn’t sugarcoat things, but he also wasn’t one to tell me what I wanted to hear.

“You still got time, Ony,” he continued. “Ain’t nobody perfect. Not you, not her. But if you really want to make it right, you gotta be real with her... and with yourself.”

I stayed silent for a moment, trying to process what he was saying. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but something about hearing it from Grandpa made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I had a shot at fixing things.

“I’ll figure it out, Grandpa,” I finally said, though it sounded more like a promise to myself than anything else.

Grandpa nodded, standing up slowly and giving me a pat on the back. “I know you will. Just don’t wait too long. Time don’t stop for nobody, son.”

I watched him shuffle away, his old frame still full of that quiet strength. I could hear the faint sound of my mom in the kitchen, calling out for me to come eat. The house felt warmer, quieter, like maybe—just maybe—I could find some peace here.

But deep down, I knew there was only one way I’d get the peace I needed. And that was by facing YN, no matter how hard it was.

The question was, was I ready?

[star-girl69]

imagine the little family but reader gets hit on by one of the new campers and the rest of the camp is waiting to see ivy and clarisse reaction 🌚

I LOVE THIS OMMGGGGGG

no bc this is specifically so funny and dear to me bc imagine

you’re like sitting with ivy and playing in the sand on the beach having a fun time

and then hi harry from better than revenge in an alternate universe

clarisse has been so busy lately bc it’s the start of summer and there’s all these new campers and things

so you haven’t been around each other as much 💔

dumbass harry walks over to you and is like “it’s so sweet how you treat your younger sibling like your own”

and ivy is preening at the attention of this nice boy who quickly realizes the way to your heart is through ivy

you just think he’s nice and playing with ivy in the sand and making a killer sand castle tbh….

then he says smth a little flirty like a compliment but neither you or ivy think much of it at first

then he’s like “oh hey here you have some sand on your face” and leans so close to you to brush your cheek with his thumb

woah buddy 😟😟😟😟😟

ivy is like ok what the freak (she’s not supposed to swear) (let’s be real she still does)

bc like she’s not dumb….. she knows the only person who touches you like this is clarisse and yeah this guy is nice but she doesn’t like him THAT much

he doesn’t look that strong he can’t be her jungle gym she’s not liking it

you’re sitting there in shock and ivy is getting mad bc HE SHUFFLES CLOSER TO YOU

she climbs into your lap and starts SCREAMING bloody murder and kicking out wildly at harry

“Y/N I WANT TO GO Y/N I WANT TO GO I WANT TO GO I WANT TO GO”

so you pick her up and rush your little butts out of there and harry is trying to follow you bc THIS BITCH WILL NOT GIVE UP DAMN

and you’re looking over your shoulder like GO AWAY

after another second you think he’s gone so you set ivy down

you crouch down and you’re pretty sure she just didn’t like harry flirting w you but you just wanna make sure smth wasn’t actually wrong

“hey are you guys okay?”

“RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” is ivy’s war cry as she jumps on top of harry and starts screaming and kicking and hitting him

AND YOURE SCREAMING TOO BC WTF??????

“IVY YOU GET DOWN RIGHT NOW NO DESSERT FOR THREE DAYS I SWEAR”

eventually everyone kinda heads towards the commotion of this 10 year old screaming and attacking harry and you desperately trying to pull ivy off of him

that is when clarisse walks over

she just stares at the scene for a second in absolute shock

then harry finally pushes ivy off of him and she FLIES into you like he pushed her HARD bc he’s a BITCH

and you weren’t expecting it so you fall back w ivy in your arms

CLARISSE IS ABOUT TO GO INSANE

she runs over but harry is like NO NO NO MY CHANCES ARE RUINED

so he’s desperately trying to help you up and you’re like oh my god i think i’m gonna die

ivy starts attacking him like a feral dog again

“YOU- HURT- MY- Y/N- STUPID HEAD!!!!!!!”

you need a leash for her atp

but by the time clarisse makes it over to you she realizes what’s going on

she crouches down next to you and says ivy’s name really intimidatingly and ivy is like

“OMG HI CLARISSE I LITERALLY SAVED Y/N’S LIFE ARENT YOU PROUD OF ME”

and after she looks over you and sees that your find just a little shocked and very tired (motherhood is hard) she decides to glare at harry

“okay and what does that mean?”

“ok so we were playing in the sand and then harry comes over and he’s nice and he’s helping me build my sandcastle and then he starts TOUCHING Y/N and getting all CLOSE TO HER and i was like woah wait hold on what the freak so then i threw a tantrum so we would leave BUT HE KEPT FOLLOWING!!!!!!! I JUST WANTED HIM TO GO AWAY BC YOURE THE ONLY ONE WHO TOUCHES Y/N LIKE THAT SO I ATTACKED HIM AND THEN HE PUSHED ME SO I ATTACKED HIM MORE BUT NOW YOURE HERE!!!!!!”

harry is just horrified bc that’s exactly what happened this child was just throwing a tantrum 5 minutes ago how is she so articulated

she’s just smart like that tho

clarisse is like “oh so you’re flirting with my girlfriend? are you dumb? literally everyone knows.”

harry just accepts defeat and mutters a few choice words under his breath and walks away

clarisse debates about punching him but decides that ivy has already done all of the work for her

ivy hugs clarisse so tight

“you are so amazing my little warrior you did such a great job protecting y/n i am so proud”

then you join the hug “yes you’re my little knight in shining armor but please remember violence is not always the answer”

ivy and clarisse share a look like “this crazy lady just be saying stuff”

“EXCUSE ME???? BC I KNOW YOU TWO DIDNT JUST LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT-”

you try to actually make ivy skip dessert for a few days but she’s so adorable so you give it to her anyways

clarisse teaches her how to properly throw a punch and kick someone

you are not pleased

ivy is ecstatic her new passion is fighting

harry stays far away from you

also percy is now campaigning to bring awareness to the clarisse and mini clarisse epidemic

he is very concerned.

—-

taglist:

@lvrue @t-wylia @laughingcheese037 @kroumi @urdeadpoet @colezb @rey26 @harmzilla @elliewilliamsbae @amberfreemansburntface @kyuupidwrites @neverwaakeme-up @shark1008 @liballer @heyimadison @nvirskies @pnsteblnme @mar2ss @restellsss @ravisinghs-wife @marsconer @evangelinexo @randomhoex

[lucidlivi]

Fuck A Friendship

Warnings: Strong Language, Mature Theme (rough sex), Mentions of Alcohol

Requested: @suckitands33

Anything Jensen/Dean Tags: @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester

this will switch point of views, it will be indicated with italics

Reader

“what the fuck is wrong with you Dean? I had that!” I seethed.

Once again Dean had got in the way.

“yeah okay, you’re lucky I was there to save your ass…again!” He huffed throwing his bag down.

“hate to break it to you Dean but acting like a dick won’t make yours any bigger.”

I could see his eyes cloud over in rage.

“at least I’m not acting like an ungrateful bitch.” He jabbed.

“a bitch wow really? well then in that case I guess that means you’re not the only dog in the room.” I said rolling my eyes.

“maybe with all that eye rolling you’ll actually find a brain in that pretty little head of yours.” He smirked his words laced with anger.

“awe Dean I think you’re pretty too… pretty damn annoying.”

It was no secret Dean and I butted heads. I was sick of him treating me like a child. It was bad enough he treated Sam that way but now he was constantly looming over me too. I walked in to the study but of course he followed me. He always had to get the last word in any argument.

“how about we just skip right to the makeup sex.” Dean sneered.

“I’d rather set myself on fire.”

“oh please I know you think about me naked.” Dean said.

“why can’t you just drop things Dean?” I asked pulling a book out to research some lore.

I always calmed down faster when my mind was distracted.

“you didn’t deny it.” He smirked.

“please Dean feed your own ego, I’m busy”

“Oh come on just admit it, you want to have sex with me.”

“please, if anyone is having wet dreams it’s you about me.” I huffed flipping a page.

Dean smirked before ripping his shirt off.

“so then this doesn’t bother you at all?” He asked looking at me.

I huffed closing the book. I turned to Dean, he had a shit eating grin on his face that made me want to punch him.

I couldn’t deny though, his toned chest was gorgeous, especially the way it glistened with sweat after our rough hunt. My eyes traveled down to his abs, god they looked good too and… wait what am I saying?

“nope doesn’t bother me at all.” I said maybe a little too quickly.

“really cause it took you a minute.”

I quickly pulled my shirt over my head leaving me in just my bra. Dean looked shocked by my action.

“so this doesn’t bother you at all then?” I smirked.

I watched Dean’s pupils dilate as his eyes raked over my chest. He cleared his throat, forcing his eyes to meet mine again.

“nope doesn’t bother me at all.” He spoke.

“so it wouldn’t bother you if I did this?”

I quickly grabbed the waistband of my pants sliding them down my legs painfully slow. Dean watched me with a lustful stare. I could see his jeans getting tighter around the crotch area. I didn’t know what had gotten in to me. I just wanted Dean to see I wasn’t this helpless child he had to look after.

Dean looked at me before taking his own pants down. We were now both stood in the study in just our under garments. There was a pause of silence as our eyes devoured each others body.

Dean crossed the room in two quick strides, crashing his lips to mine. I immediately kissed him back my hands going to his toned chest starting to explore. His hands made their way to my ass, picking me up and forcing me to wrap my legs around him.

He backed us up so my back was pressed up against the bookshelf. His lips left mine and traveled to my neck and down my collarbone. I could feel him throbbing against my leg. In one swift action Dean unclasped my bra letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck.” He whispered mouth traveling further down to my uncovered breasts.

I let out a moan as Dean took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. My hands ran across his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms.

“you want this?” Dean growled, his hands squeezing my ass.

Of course I thought about having sex with Dean. He was undeniably gorgeous, even after a hunt.

“Please Dean.”

His hands left my ass, pulling his boxers down. I gasped as his full length sprung out. I had seen Dean in his boxers once before but now he looked much bigger. Without warning he pulled my panties to the side slamming himself in to me. I choked back a loud moan as I stretched around him.

He started to thrust, pressing my back harder against the bookshelf. He brought his lips back to mine taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I whimpered as he bit down lightly, his thrusts getting more rough as he went.

“Fuck Dean.” I moaned.

I gripped the bookshelf trying to steady myself.

Dean growls thrusting harder. It was rough but tender at the same time.

“maybe next time you’ll listen to me.” He groans, thrusts becoming sloppy.

“not likely.” I pant.

Dean groaned as his legs started to shake. He was close, as was I.

“Dean I’m gonna.” I started but he cut me off.

“Fuck, let go for me sweetheart.” He groaned.

I came undone, his words mixed with the pleasure being too much to bare. As I clenched around him, it brought his release too. I could feel the bruising already forming as my back was slammed against the bookshelf repeatedly. Once we rode out our high, Dean gently placed me on my feet again.

I took me a second to get my footing, my legs feeling stiff.

“you’re fucking stubborn, you know that? He growled, cleaning himself off.

“and you’re an overprotective asshole so it kind of evens out.” I smirked.

I quickly grabbed my clothes throwing my shirt back on and pulling on my pants.

“I’m going to clean up .” I said walking out of the room.

“wait..” Dean said making me pause.

“this..” he pointed between me and him “we shouldn’t tell Sam.”

“there’s nothing to tell Dean, we fucked, that’s it.” I said walking out of the study.

Dean

I watched her walk away, quickly throwing on my clothes. I’ve had sex with a lot of women, but something about it this time felt different. I shook it off, hearing the door opening signifying Sam had made his way back to the bunker.

“why do you look all sweaty?” He asked giving me an awkward look.

“I uh was, I mean it was uh a rough hunt.”

What the fuck? Why was I fumbling over my words? I never do that?

“wow what happened to the bookshelf? Sam asked pushing past me.

The books from where I had her pushed up against the shelf were in complete disarray, falling out on to the floor.

“I was looking for something.” Her voice spoke up from the doorway.

“I’ll fix them.” She added walking over and picking a book off the floor.

“I’ll help.” I offered leaning down next to her.

I studied her face as she focused on putting some loose leaf pages back in a book.

Did she always have light freckles over her nose? Were her eyes always that color?

“Why are you staring at me?” She whisper yelled so Sam couldn’t hear.

I cleared my throat tearing my eyes away from her.

“I’m not.” I defended even though I totally was.

I picked up another book putting it in its place. I gulped as I stared at the bookshelf.

The sounds of her heavenly moans filled my head. I could still see her naked body pressed up against it. I could feel myself getting harder just thinking about it. I quickly walked out of the study not wanting to get caught by Sam.

What the hell was wrong with me?

“Dean where are you going, I have more information about a case?” Sam asked annoyed.

“Uh I’m starving I’m getting us some dinner and then I’ll be back.” I said hurrying away from her.

I stopped by my room, trying to control my breathing. I ran in to my bathroom, splashing some cold water on my face.

“get it together Dean.” I said to my image in the mirror.

Normally when I had sex with a girl, it was forgotten after I came. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about it now? I decided I needed to go for a drive, get some food and then maybe I’d be able to face her again.

Reader

“what’s his problem?” Sam asked as we watched Dean hurry out of the room.

I bit my lip shrugging my shoulders.

“did something happen on the hunt?” He asked scratching his head.

something definitely happened, but it wasn’t on the hunt.

“nope, hunt went perfect.” I lied as I finished arranging the books back to their original positions.

“I’m confused Dean said it was rough?”

Fuck.

“oh yeah, just a little, but nothing we couldn’t handle.”

It was amazing how easily I could lie to Sam.

“well are you okay?” Sam asked placing a hand on my back.

I flinched at the contact, my back sore from being slammed against the bookshelf by Dean. I bit my lip as the memory replayed in my head. I never realized how strong Dean truly was.

“I’m great.” I said giving him a thumbs up.

He looked like he didn’t believe me but thankfully he didn’t push any farther. I sat in the study looking over a book. My eyes were reading the words but my mind was too preoccupied.

Why did Dean leave so quickly? Why did I care?

It was around an hour later before Dean came strolling back in, food for all of us in his hand. He swallowed hard as he came closer to me handing me some food. He turned away from me quickly, taking the farthest seat away from me.

Sam started to tell us the information but I wasn’t really listening. My eyes traveled to Dean. His hands gripped the arms of the chair he sat on.

God have his hands always looked that nice? I imagined them wrapping around my throat making me bite back a moan.

Why am I thinking of Dean in this way?

I felt my cheeks flush as I tried to focus on what Sam was saying. I glanced at Dean as he spoke, I noticed the way his adams apple bobbed up and down with his deep voice. I could feel the heat pool between my legs. I needed to get away from Dean, I needed a drink.

“Is that all?” I asked, noticing both men had stopped talking.

“uh yeah I’m finished if that’s what you mean.” Sam said slightly offended by my outburst.

“Sorry Sammy rough day, I’m going to the bar for a drink.” I said standing up.

“I’ll go with you.” Dean spoke.

“NO” I spoke too quickly.

“I mean uh maybe I’m trying to meet someone.” I said mentally facepalming.

Why did I say that?

I could see Dean’s eyebrows lower as he stared me down. I quickly walked out of the room, throwing on my leather jacket. I couldn’t control my thoughts around Dean, I had to get away from him. I walked to the local bar having a seat and ordering a straight shot.

Why was Dean suddenly controlling my thoughts?

“excuse me, this seat taken?”

I turned around to see a handsome stranger staring down at me. He wasn’t Dean but, maybe a distraction would be nice.

“it is now.” I said pulling it out for him.

Dean

“I mean uh, maybe I’m trying to meet someone.” she spoke.

Meet someone?

I couldn’t help but feel the anger boiling up to the surface. It wasn’t even twenty four hours ago that she was wrapped around me and now she wants to meet someone?

Wait why did I even care if she met someone else. She said it herself, we fucked and that’s it.

“okay what the hell is up with you two?” Sam asked as she left the room.

“nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumbled.

“you’re both being extra weird today, leaving in a haste, she’s flinching when I put my hand on her back..” he says but I cut him off.

“she flinched?” I asked in concern.

I knew I went rough, but I didn’t think I’d actually hurt her.

“did something happen to her?” Sam asked.

oh something definitely happened to her.

“nah, she’s tough.” I said standing up.

I don’t know why, but I needed to get to the bar. If she really was meeting someone, I had to make sure they weren’t some type of creature who was going to hurt her.

“come on Sammy, let’s go.” I said grabbing my jacket.

“where are we going?”

“to the bar.” I simply said.

“but she didn’t want you there.” He spoke crossing his arms across his chest and looking at me suspiciously.

“we’re going for you, you need to get laid, you’re way too uptight.” I said slapping a hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged following me to baby. It was a quick drive to the bar. Once inside my eyes scanned the room for her. She sat at the far end of the bar, a man sitting beside her. I glared at him as she laughed at whatever bullshit joke he was telling. I could feel my blood boil as he placed a hand on her knee traveling up to her thigh.

“yeah we’re definitely here for me.” Sam joked.

I flicked my eyes to his but instead he was looking down at my hands. I didn’t notice but they were clenched into fists as I watched her flirt with him.

What am I feeling?

“it’s called jealousy.” Sam spoke beside me.

How did he read my mind?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I scowled ordering a beer.

I tried my best but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her at the end of the bar. I noticed she removed his hand from her leg instead holding it with her own. He leaned down whispering something in to her ear making her laugh again.

“what do you think he’s saying?” I asked looking over to where I thought Sam sat.

Sam was instead sat a few feet away from me, a cute brunette all over him.

“I’ll be damned Sammy.” I laughed watching her kiss over his neck.

I looked down at my beer chugging the rest of it down. I felt a hand slide across my shoulders, I flinched looking up to see a blonde in barely any clothing.

“what’s a handsome guy like you doing all by himself?” she asked, her fingers grazing my neck.

I pulled away gently.

“I guess I was waiting for someone like you.” I flirted.

This was the type of girl I usually picked up at the bar. She was more than willing to throw herself at me. She put her hands around my shoulders, wasting no time in kissing my jaw line.

I glanced back over to the end of the bar but I didn’t see her anymore. My eyes furiously looked around the room, finally catching a glimpse of (y/n) leading him out of the door by his hand. I quickly stood up causing the blonde to fall on the floor.

“what the hell is your problem.” she whined fixing her skirt.

“sorry I gotta go.” I said rushing out the door.

I didn’t want her to go home with him. She couldn’t.

I ran outside whipping my head around to see where she went. My heart sunk as she was nowhere in sight.

Fuck I was too late. She was gone.

“Fuck.” I growled running a hand through my hair.

“are you looking for me?”

Reader

I laughed at another joke he told. It wasn’t actually that funny but I didn’t want to bruise his ego. Too quickly his hand was placed on my knee traveling up to my thigh. I glanced up, my eyes catching sight of Sam first due to his height. Dean stood right beside him glaring in my direction.

you’ve got to be kidding me.

“did you hear me?”

James asked, or was his name Jake, I couldn’t remember now.

“sorry no I missed that.” I admitted.

James/Jake started to tell his story again but my eyes were on Dean who now took a seat at the bar. James/Jake’s hand was still rubbing my thigh making me slightly uncomfortable now. I grabbed it off, holding it in my own hand.

“so yeah I’m kind of a big deal now.” He whispered in my ear.

I laughed at him again. I didn’t know if it was an appropriate reaction to what he said but it usually worked for these types of situations. I glanced up at the other side of the bar, seeing a brunette ferociously attacking Sam’s neck with her lips. I laughed to myself. I noticed a blonde with minimal clothing making her way over to Dean. I felt the jealousy creeping up as she ran a hand across his shoulders.

“you’re not in to this are you?”

I flicked my eyes back to James/Jake. He was staring at me with a slight smile.

“i’m sorry Jake.” I said guessing on his name.

“it’s uh James.” He laughed.

“fuck right, sorry again.” I muttered.

“it’s that guy isn’t it?” James asked nodding his head towards Dean.

I didn’t know what it was about Dean though. It’s as if I was starting to see him in a whole new light.

“something about him yeah.” I replied biting my lip.

“I should go then, and you should talk to him.” James said offering me a smile.

I glanced back over seeing Dean giving his attention to the blonde girl all over him.

“I’ll walk you out.” I offered.

James smiled gratefully and walked with me out of the bar.

“uh I’m really sorry again.” I said dropping his hand finally.

“it’s okay, really. I hope you can sort out whatever it is.” he said offering me a small wave before getting in his car and driving off.

I sighed moving to lean against the side of the building. I sighed running a hand through my hair.

Why was I feeling this way?

Suddenly the door flew open, Dean came running out. He was furiously looking around, his eyes widening as he looked around the parking lot.

Was he looking for me?

“Fuck.” He growled running a hand through his hair.

“are you looking for me?” I hesitantly asked coming off the wall.

relief flooded Dean’s features as he spotted me.

“you didn’t go home with him?” he asked unsure if he was actually seeing me now.

“he’s not really my type, plus I don’t have sex twice with two different people in the same day.” I joked taking a step towards Dean.

“oh yeah, what about twice with the same person? Dean asked.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as he stood in front of me, cupping my cheek with his hand. He looked down at my lips before meeting my eyes again.

“It depends on the person.” I smirked.

“Me?”

“I think I could make an exception for you.”

At my consent Dean attached his lips to mine. I didn’t realize just how much I missed this sensation. Dean picked me up bridal style not breaking the kiss. He walked over to his car, depositing me in the back seat before climbing on top of me.

I reconnected our lips, tugging at his shirt. He pulled it over his head, dipping down to kiss my neck.

“Dean, wait.” I said pushing him off.

I could see the hurt flash in his eyes.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” I said biting my lip.

He gave me a confused look.

“I don’t know if I can have sex with you and still maintain a friendship afterwards.” I explained biting my lip.

“fuck a friendship.” Dean said.

It was my turn to give him a confused glance.

“I don’t want a friendship, I want so much more than that, I want to be the one you laugh at, I want to be the only guy who gets to touch you. I want so much more.” He confesses.

I felt my heart burst at his words. As a hunter, love and relationships weren’t a luxury we were afforded.

“if I’m being honest, it scares me to death and I tried to stop it, I tried my best, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” Dean added looking in my eyes.

He was saying everything I was thinking.

“fuck a friendship.” I said pulling him down for a kiss.

love and relationships were a luxury, but so was Dean, and this was one luxury I’d let myself afford.

Author Note:

Ooh I hope you liked it! I appreciate the request! Sorry it took me so long I wanted to make it perfect for you! If you have some crazy ideas send them my way! xoxo

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Draco malfoy headcannons

flavor: fluffy and smutish but they're separated so you won't get jump scared

Also I'm returning to my roots with this stinky mf okay I have writers block

Sfw

Liked you in the hallway crush type of way yk like when there’s that one person in the halls that you're like “god damn, anyways where’s my next class”

Never even tried to speak to you was just like ” I'll gaze from afar”

The only problem is that he has major resting bitch face so you were sat there racking your brain over what you could’ve possibly done to this random daddy’s money kid (like this isn't set in a private school but LOOK OVER THERE)

Confessed by just standing in front of you and 👁👁 before handing you an outdated birthday card with a 100 dollar bill inside with a note inside that was basically just him like “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-“

You did give him a shot and he did actually speak words to you

bitchest bitch ever yall bicker (lovingly of course) 24/7

“did you for real just copy off of me?” “Okay well at least I don’t have daddy issues” “You cannot be talking and you know it”

He gives stick bug vibes yk

does not comprehend normal human life you could be complaining about doing laundry and he is like “Just have one of the elves do it?” and you are like “😶right so-“

just assume you have the answer to everything bc like you’re his partner? tf?

“how far away is Saturn in kilometers?” “They don't measure distance with kilometers, Draco, you dumbass. It’s called lightyears.” ‘right so in lightyears then?” “How tf am I supposed to know?”

he’ll hear a crash and look to you like you know what’s going on and you’ll turn his head back

I'm not one to assume someone’s sexuality but it's very much bisexual for the both of you (he likes guys and you know it)

a hot guy will pass and you both turn to each other like {insert Bratz meme here}

has created mustard gas on accident

laughs at his own jokes unironically (he is the only one laughing)

will try to be relatable and it's just like “yk that moment when your Prada shoes get gourmet chocolate on them”

makes up new names for your stuffed animals bc he thinks all the ones you picked were “lame”

his beauty sleep comes above everything else

Once Theo woke him up (there was a fire they had to evacuate) and the next night you found him hovering a pillow over Theo’s face you tackled him to the ground

Only knows how to play dominoes no card games or anything only dominoes

Bought you guys matching sleep masks

And embroidered PJs

And bunny slippers

PDA hater

He’ll sit next to you at max when you're around lots of people when you're just around his friends he's down with hugs and hand-holding maybe a cheek kiss but that's it

Alone is a different story he's attached to you he's actively trying to crawl under your skin as we speak

Terrified of bugs he's standing on a chair and screaming the second he sees one

Pays you in kisses when you take the bug outside (after you wash your hands)

Prefers baths over showers

Hates dogs and growls at them more than they growl at him

Only likes cats in theory bc they leave hair on his clothes

He's a reptile man

has owned a bearded dragon and will own more

Cold mf you wanna look me in the eye and tell me he has good circulation

Presses his cold ass feet against you while you're on the brink of sleep so confused when you swing your hand back to smack him

“I'm just cuddling you?”

“Cuddle somebody else fucking ice cube bitch ass”

Every single night

He sleeps on his back with his hands on his stomach like he's going to get lowered into his casket it's embarrassing

Thinks he knows how to shake ass and then when he tries (and fails) he considers never speaking to anyone ever again

Has gotten flirted with while he was with you and he just stared at them blankly bc he couldn't tell if it was happening

And then he left the room entirely

Walks in on people butt ass naked bc he has not learned how to knock (only child syndrome)

Stares a lot

He has nothing better to do so he’ll just come join you in your dorm and 👁hi👁

You've learned to block him out so he’ll scare the shit out of you

Sure he doesn't know how to flirt but he has money so he makes up for it

If you look at anything longer than three seconds he's following behind you with his card and the other twelve bags you have

This does have you ending up with things you didn't want so your friends love your random gifts

One of them will walk into potions with a luxury purse and one of the other kids will be like “tf Did you get that?” and your friends are like “🫵” And you're like “I didn't want it” So some of the student body does hate your guts just a little

favorite food is plain white rice

Thinks that acrylic nails go under the skin yk like in those videos with the fake hands pushing the nails up the finger yeah he thinks that actually happens to people

Jaw on the floor when you explain to him that's not what happens

Nsfw kinda

Down to three-way and will NOT let you forget

“I met this cute girl at the-” “I'm down. 😐”

“Oh did you see Harry this morning he was-” “Do you think he'd hook up with us?😐” “Babe. We've talked about this” “just once please”

Has asked you to peg him

unless you have a dick then he's asking for one of those two-way dildo things (tell me you know what I'm talking about 🙏)

Sub SUCK MY DICK DUDE HES A SUB SHUT UP

Actively begging sobbing on his knees “Please baby Please being so good please”

Would be a swinger and he'd have a pineapple on his front porch

Sorry

Has dabbled in the lockerrooms

Will ask you if the boys can watch him hit and you said only if they see him at his lowest begging and pleading for you he is silent as of now (give him two weeks)

Type of bitch to be covered in hickeys and when someone is like “What happened? To your neck?” and he's like “Literally what are you talking about?” will gaslight them into thinking there's nothing on his neck

Prefers cuddling naked but hates not immediately being in the bath after sex so he has to battle himself in his head

Can't dirty talk he's like “You look so nice when you're not in clothes? Do you like my wee wee?” and you're sitting there “bitch your what?”

Have resulted in him not being allowed to talk

Quickies number one hater

Needs his time to get into pussybitchboy mode

Okay bye

[penguinsravioli]

·˚ ༘Crush Confession anthony vaughn x reader

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“Well, shit.” I stare at the map while everyone crowds around it. Heaps for keeping my body count a secret. “Well damn (name), I didn’t know you got down like that ay?” Dusty nudges my side. I frown, I don't think my count is that high in my opinion, but I’d rather keep it on the low you know? This happened during holiday, me and Ant I mean. Didn't mean much to me because we were shit-faced.

But he’s been avoiding eye contact with me since I walked in. I think it's because he’s into Jesus and all that.

“Says here you went at it wiiiiithhhh, Ant and Missy huh? You enjoy getting a gobby?” I rolled my eyes. “Fuck off, cunt...” I shove Spider out of the way. Adjusting my jeans on the way down, they’re seriously starting to ride up my ass. When me and Missy went at it, I didn’t do anything with her. She did go down on me though.

To the gym, we all traveled for an assembly.  I sat down near the back, like 2 rows from. Which placed me behind Dusty, I messed with the charms on my acrylics, stoically staring at my feet when the gym silenced. I look up and see, Harper, with a full buzz. “Pack it up Eleven” Missy shouts. I hold in a chuckle. While Amerie frantically calls out her name. “Sit down Amerie,” Woodsy commands. Shortly after, she begins.

“I am a woke woman.” I sit up a bit straighter, curious on what’s about to come out of her mouth next. Woodsy is known to be a tight stuck-up bitch of a principle, I don't think she's that bad. She just… “I enjoy sex as much as the next person.” …has a way with her words is all.

“But reputation is everything and this map..has jeopardized your reputations” No fucking kidding woods. “And the reputation of our school. On the first day back, we are currently in the process of contacting all the parents of everyone on this map” 

Shit…shit shit shit shit shit- I am so fucked. Woodsy’s voice begins to lessen throughout my brain. “-and have strongly suggested that there are to be no more parties, shindigs, or gathos-” my mouth begins to dry up. What will my parents say? They’ve had the ‘talk’  with me but they're not really understating you know. “Oooi central link is losing her shit” Spider comments. “Shut up Spider..” Ant whispers. “Hey! Hey!-” There's Woodsy’s voice coming in again. My legs begin shaking “-Unsupervised parties equals alcohol. Alcohol equals poor choices. The risk-taking behaviors outlined on this map are unacceptable.” I sigh, lightly pulling at the end of my hair. Trying to calm myself down, I'm so gonna get my ass beat when I get home later. Woodsy ends her speech a bit later and we’re finally dismissed. Well, except Amerie. It must have been her. What a dog. 

Maths passes by excruciatingly slower than usual. I check my phone, no notifications. My legs begin to shake again, and the under of my boobs are sweating, how fun. I put my head on the table, I feel a headache coming up. I look at the clock. Thank GOD. I get up to use the bathroom as soon as the bell rings. I breathe in and out slowly. “You’re good man You're good, chill out” I attempt to calm myself down. When it finally works I walk out of the bathroom. Turn a corner and there in the gym, is Harper beating the shit out of Amerie.

“worldstar material?” I question, weaving myself into the crowd pulling out my phone to record. “Well shit, beat her ass then” I instigate. A small chuckle slips from my mouth when Amerie falls to the ground, Harper leaves, and Ameries nose is bleeding.

“Yikes..” I turn away. My ass is already grass when I get home. Let us not deepen the grave by being late to class.

“Oi (nickname), can we talk?” It’s Ant. I feel just as bad for him as me. I’ve met his mom, she's scary. “About? It seems to me you've talked a bunch” “Listen I’m sorry about it. I know you told me not to spill but Spider kept on prying because he saw us walk out of the bathroom.”  During holiday I had snuck out and went to a party that Sasha So invited me to. Now I don't drink, but I do occasionally take a hit. The last time I had gotten high I almost died of laughter, like so deadass. I'm a giggler, but this time I was dissociating.

—“Oi (nickname) you good? Ant looks at me. He’s a bit high, you can tell because usually when he’s hella high he acts like he doesn’t have a brain. “Yeah bruh, heaps”. We stare at each other for a moment and I begin giggling, he begins giggling too. “You know… you’re real cute when you’re not trying to be like spider and your group leader dusty” I turn my body towards him and get closer. I was wearing this cute skirt, it was pretty tight on me but it made my legs look quite nice. I had paired it with this cute black tube top as well. “Am I? I always thought I was a bit of a ripper” I giggle at his remark. My arms begin to wrap themselves around the base of his neck. “Wanna show me how much damage a ripper like you can cause?” He smirks, “sure mate” he puts his hands down my waist, dropping his arm to grab my hand as he leads me to the bathroom.—

I shake off the memory. “Listen, Um Anthony..” I think to try and find the right words to say. He lifts his head to reveal his puppy-like eyes. Ugh, what an asshole that boy is. “I don't really care anymore. But I think it would just be best if we forgot about it yeah?” His face seems to melt a bit with sadness. “Yeah Yeah, Of course. No biggie”

“Cool, Catch you later I guess” I begin to walk away from the sulking Ant. “Will the following students please meet at classroom 5D”

I continued walking, trying to get away from Ant, who was currently burning holes into my backside. “Amerie Wadia, Harer McLean, Sasha So, Missy Bekett, Dustin Reid, Spencer White, Anthony Vaughn—“ I whip my head around, and his face looks confused. “Well Shiiiit” I smirk his way, he rolls his eyes and adjusts his backpack straps beginning to walk the opposite way from me.

“(name) (lastname), Darren Rivers, Quinni Callegar-Jones, Douglas Piggott—“ He turns around. “HA!” I roll my eyes and follow him out the doors.

[princess-of-thebes-bc]

Part 2 of the one shot.

Warning. Smut!

Yandere Norman Nordstrom x Younger Female Reader

Kidnapping and obsessive love.

Romance. Women loves romance. Norm smiled at the thought of you blushing and giggling. Maybe if he goes to the store and gets some fresh red roses. He doesn't use candles since he doesn't really care about perfume scented air much. So, he should get some too at the arts and crafts store.

Watermelon or strawberry scented candles. Both would be nice. Nodding in determination, Norm sat inside his Lamborghini and then suddenly an emergency alert came from his cell phone. Out of fear, it showed you running away from the mansion as you destroyed the bathroom window. All his windows were bullet proof except the window in the bathrooms because sometimes his security dogs would jump over them to come inside the mansion.

You slick cunning cock!

Gritting his straight teeth in anger, Norm drove as fast as he could while watching his cellphone screen. You were running across his large front garden so you can reach his neighbor's mansion.

He can make it. He then realized how dark it was and that the full moon gave him advantage to spot you from the distance.

Ungrateful bitch. He didn't rape you or hit you minus the times you attacked him. Like biting his tongue when he was trying to French kiss you. Or when you kneed him in the balls. Ouch. That Fuckin' hurt. It didn't hurt as much as the pain inside his chest. You broke his heart again.

You collapsed on your knees from all the running. Tch. Pathetic Norm thought. You were so damn spoiled and weak that you never exercised unlike him. You were not averagely healthy or athletic. He doesn't need his car. Norm turned off his car and jumped out and ran at full speed.

"Huh?" You looked over your delicate and frail shoulder to see your kidnapper! How did he find out?

You tried to get up but he tackled your lithe and supple body hard against the grass floor hard. You tried to scream but suddenly, he slapped you!

You yelped in pain and then stared up to see his handsome face looking at you in anger.

You clutched your face despite making the pain worse. You froze your resistance and then silently sobbed. You didn't want to make him more mad by crying loud so you tried to hide your hiccups but it was no use

Norm's beautiful blue eyes widened in shock. He stared at the back of his hand in disbelief. He hit a woman and not only that. The woman he loved.

He watched in pity as you slumped and didn't fight back as you cradled your injured cheek. If he wasn't sure ashamed of his harshness he would have thought of you trying to be quiet from crying oddly cute.

But, now he felt regret. Without a word, he slung you over his muscular shoulder like a sack of potatoes and you didn't kick or wiggled like the previous times you ran away but was captured.

You gave up.

And he knew.

He didn't mean to break your spirit. But, you were so scared to give him a chance. That was all he wanted.

He went to the entrance of his mansion greenhouse at the center of his front yard garden. He kicked the door open and slammed you down on the floor to sit on your ass. You hissed in pain.

You looked up to see his powerful figure fuming and looking down on you. "Why?" He hissed through his teeth. "I gave you all my love yet you reject me. Why do you resist me? I'd die for you."

Your lips trembled in fear. Norm wasn't having it. He clenched his jaw.

"Why!?" He roared.

You flinched. "I..." You hiccuped and felt tears down your beautiful sculpted cheekbones. "I can't love someone I fear."

You saw that your words hurt him. A Navy Seal was wounded by a weak and spoiled lady like yourself. How strange.

"You don't get it, do you?" Norm's voice cracked as he looked away for a second and then you saw his saddened expression. Your heart burned at the sight.

"I love you, Dammit!" He punched the glass wall of the greenhouse. You yelped. You saw the glass shatter and his fist bloodied. "My life was better before I realized you exist. You ruined my life!"

You sniffed. "I am sorry, Norm." You looked at the ground.

Norm sighed in exhaustion. He then crouched down on one knee to your level and grabbed your chin gently despite smearing your chin with his blood from his injured fist.

You blinked in curiosity. He smiled a little as he unbuttoned his shirt. You couldn't help but stare. His top body was carved like Roman sculptors of Ancient Greek Gods. Ares especially. The God of war.

Holy shit.

You ogled. Norm liked that look on you. He knew you were getting horny. But his body was not all he had to offer you.

There across his chest was bold calligraphy letters of your name. How long was it there?

He did all this for you? He was serious about you.

He grabbed your hand gently and placed it over his heart.

It was dominant and strong like his body and personality.

"I can't control the pace of my heart whenever I think of you. Pity me at least." He pleaded you with large puppy blue eyes.

You felt your womanhood wetten and your throat dry. Is this love?

Norm was waiting for your response. To his surprise and pleasure you leaned your beautiful face close to his pink dry lips.

"Same." You whispered.

Norm couldn't believe his ears. This was a dream come true. You kissed him. Holy shit.

Without a second, Norm kissed back with fever and he grabbed your head and lashed his tongue inside your mouth.

"You're mine now." He ripped your nightgown off. Surrounded by plants in the open air being watched by the full moon was a fairy tale where you lost your first time.

After done, Norm carried you bridal style to the bedroom he shared with you and while you were spent, he drove to the emergency room for stitches.

[ashisill]

Colorado woman

Warnings: (Abusive past relationship, past relationship trauma, illusions to sexual trauma,language, slight ptsd, drinking, smoking, and I believe thats all. If I missed any feel free to let me know)

Summary: Josh had given up on looking for a partner. After the last woman he swore he’d never love again. After two years of being alone his brothers started to believe him. They decided to take matters into their own hands. Lucky for them his dream woman awaits in Colorado … you.

: This is the longest fic I’ve ever written, so please give me a little bit to fix any mistakes!

~

“Let’s go out Josh. We can go to that bar Sam loves, and find you a partner. Or at least someone to fill that void”

“How many times have I told you? I don’t want a relationship. The last thing I want is to find someone drunk at a bar. Gross”

“Jeez Joshua look at you. You’ve lived at my house for two weeks now. Admit it your starting to get lonely and you don’t like it”

He laughed out loud “I’m not lonely I just don’t want to be stuck at my house all the time. Is that so bad?

“You have been sleeping in my spare room for two weeks. That’s a lot different than wanting to get out of the house for a while”

“I mean I’ll leave if your kicking me out” He laughed it off.

“That not what I’m saying Josh. Tell me what’s your type?”

“Don’t have one. I’m not like you Jake. I like to do my own thing. I wouldn’t be happy tied down to anyone”

“I’ve been doing my own thing for eight years, and my relationship is thriving”

“Well congratulations. That’s you not me. I promise you the last thing I want is a relationship”

“Then make it a fling, but for gods sake put yourself out there”

“You know I don’t see how this is any of your business or concern”

“I want you to be happy Josh, and I know that you’re not. You can brush me off like you always do, but you are lonely and it scares you. You know I don’t care if you stay with me, but you shouldn’t have to. You’re like damn near depressed all the time and that worries me Josh”

“Do you what scares me more? Getting into a relationship and everything being the same as the last one. I’d rather be lonely than risk having to feel like that again”

“Now was it that hard to open up to me? You’re not even looking. I’m not saying you have to jump into anything, but when’s the last time you’ve tried?”

“I have tried they just never work out”

“Josh you haven’t tried since … her”

“And so fucking what? You know what Jake but out. You’re not helping. All you’ve done is bitch at me” Jake just stared at him “what?”

“Josh” he placed a hand on his shoulder “All I’m trying to say is don’t give up looking. Don’t shut everyone out because you’re afraid. I want to see the light come back to your eyes. Because right now Josh I’ve never seen you so dull. Keep an open mind that’s all”

He sighed rubbing the back of his neck “Okay Jake”

~

“Do you think we should teach them more tricks?” Sam said to his girlfriend Hannah as they watched the dogs play in the yard. They heard the doorbell ring. “I got it last time” Hannah said.

Sam opened the door surprised to see who it was. “Didn’t expect you today what’s up?”

“I need to talk to you about Josh”

He took Jake to the backyard where they were sitting. “What’s up? Is he okay?”

“Sam he’s been staying at my house for two weeks. Not that I mind him there what so ever, but I worry for him. He needs someone new in his life. Hell at this point he needs a friend at least”

He looked at his girlfriend puzzled, and she spoke “he stayed at our place a few weeks ago. Sometimes he comes over for dinner as well”

“He’s scared because of that bitch. I hate her for everything she’s done to him”

“I mean I’m sure he is scared after all that. She practically abused him id probably give up for a while too”

“But it’s Josh the most loving person we know. He’s wasting all of his potential he needs someone. He’s not happy I’ve never seen his eyes so sad”

“You really wanna risk it again? We don’t know everything he went through in the first place. I think we just need to let him figure this out”

“It’s been almost two years Sam. He won’t do it himself”

“He’ll be fine we shouldn’t push him. If he gets hurt again it’s all our fault. I don’t want that guilt on my chest”

“I’m with Jake on this one. The last time Josh was over we smoked together. He got very upset, and was kinda spilled a lot to me. I promised him I wouldn’t tell, but Jake’s right I think he needs helps”

“That’s what I came here for thank you. Do we know of anyone?”

Sam sighed “There’s that one girl that we met at that festival”

“You want him with a junkie?”

“She wasn’t a junkie!”

“Sam honey you’re oblivious. I know someone that might be perfect. Only thing is she lives in Colorado”

“Josh always says he wants to live in the mountains. What’s she like?”

“Well she’s currently kinda in the same situation as him. Rough love life scared to move on. He would fall in love instantly. She’s beautiful”

“Personality?” Jake asked “she better be an angel”

“Just picture Josh, but as a female. I’d say she’s a more little outgoing than him. She reminds me of him a lot, but they are very different in their own ways”

“Good start” Jake said nodding his head.

“She very soft spoken. Overall she’s just a very kind hearted person. She’s the only person I know that would never hurt him”

“You’re positive she’s single?” Sam asked

“Yes she always says she talks to her dogs more than people. She lives alone, but says she hates being alone. She loves company because she doesn’t get it much living out in the mountains. I just know she would love Josh. They fit each other”

“Well you know it’s convenient that we’re off tour. How the hell are we getting Josh to Colorado?”

“I can talk to her. She would adore everyone coming out there. Let me see when she’s free” she stepped inside to make a phone call.

“Josh has always handled himself, but I’m watching him fall apart. He doesn’t act like himself anymore. He’s not content. When he’s home he’s pacing around the house. Or he’ll leave and distract himself for hours” Jake told his brother.

“I guess I didn’t realize how bad it’s gotten. He puts on a show for everyone. I suppose I wasn’t able to see through it like you did”

“The last thing I want is for him to get hurt again. He just needs his confidence back”

Hannah returned with a smile “everyone free next week?”

~

“Colorado?” Josh questioned picking at his fingers “why out of the blue?”

“My friend invited us to come stay with her for a week” Hannah said convincingly.

“Who’s your friend?” Josh asked perking up an eyebrow.

“Well her name is y/n, and I haven’t seen her in a while. She invited me and Sam, but we thought you guys might want to come”

“I don’t suppose I have anything better to do. Next week you said?”

Hannah got excited when he agreed. “Yes next week, and we will leave early that morning. This is gonna be so much fun!”

~

The air was cool, the green of the leaves was almost gone, and they were minutes away from arrival. A cozy little cabin in the middle of nowhere. Just you, and your dogs. You’ve spent the past week cleaning, stocking up on food, and preparing your house for guests. It’s not often you get them. Living so far away from everything your use to being alone. You would be lying if you said you weren’t beyond excited. You heard serval cars disrupt the once peaceful gravel road. Your dog’s ears perked up as you all headed towards the door. You hoped they wouldn’t be afraid of the large dogs that causally lounge around your home. You took a breath and opened the door.

“Why am I nervous?” Josh whispered to Jake.

“New place new person. Hannah said she’s a lot like you so maybe you’ll get along well”

“This isn’t a set up is it?”

He laughed “You think I would take you all the way to Colorado to set you up?”

“Yes … yes I do”

He sighed “well I didn’t. It’s just a trip Hannah invited us on. I know as much as you do. Just relax it will be fun”

He squinted his eyes at him “whatever you say”

You stood on the porch watching as they all unloaded from the cars.

“Y/n!” Hannah ran up hugging you.

“I missed you so much. I’m so happy you’re here!”

“This is Sam my boyfriend”

“I know you” you giggled “heard lots”

“Good things I hope. This is my bestie Danny”

“Hi Danny. Your hair so curly I’m jealous”

“Thank you” he laughed.

“This is Jake and his girlfriend” They waved at you, and you smiled back.

“And this is Josh”

“Oh” you paused “hello I’m y/n”

“Nice to meet you” he said quietly.

Maybe you were crazy, but you felt a connection. You known him for five seconds but you feel drawn to him. His fluffy hair that his fingers nervously ran through. His sense of style was definitely your taste. He was more soft spoken than the rest. You liked that a lot. He just had this air about him that made you want to know him.

You invited everyone inside, and you realized it was already late in the afternoon. You showed them around your place before the sun started to set. Everyone started to settle in and feel more at home.

“Very lovely place you got” Jake said admiring the cozy atmosphere.

“Thank you it’s Jake right?” You asked.

“Correct” he gave you a wink.

“I don’t wanna be that person, but where are we sleeping?” Sam asked.

“Sam don’t be rude” Josh corrected.

“No worries. So I only have one guest bedroom so the couples will have to fight over that” you laughed. “There’s an air mattress, and a couch”

“We call the bedroom” Jake shouted smiling at his girlfriend.

“Oh fuck you” Sam rolled his eyes.

“I mean he did say it first” Danny laughed.

“I promise the air mattress won’t deflate on you in the middle of the night. It was quite the investment”

“Then we call the air mattress” Sam said.

“I never mind sleeping on a couch. I’m used to it” Danny laughed.

Josh becoming worried “I guess I’ll be sleeping on the couch too?”

“No you’re sleeping on the floor Joshua” Danny said shaking his head. “No way in hell am I sleeping on a couch with you”

“Thank god I don’t have to share a bed with him” Jake said. “Tired of waking up with bruises”

“Rough sleeper?” You asked

They all laugh “absolutely. I used to be forced to share a bed with him when we were little I never got any sleep. He tossed and turned all night, and he kicks you … hard. Cons of being a twin”

“I’ve been slapped a few times” Sam said.

“I’m sorry did you say twins?”

“Yeah can you tell?” He joked.

“You know I can definitely see it”

“I don’t mind sleeping on the floor” Josh sighed

“Poor Josh” you said.

“Poor josh? What about the victims” Jake said making the room laugh.

“Well we can figure it out later. I’m not letting you sleep on the floor that’s for sure” you say to him. “Here’s the remote. Turn on whatever you’d like. Also there’s beer and stuff in the fridge” you said going into the kitchen to start on dinner.

Danny got up grabbing enough for everyone. You could definitely tell who the siblings were. As Jake and Sam bickered over the remote. Danny tried to intervene between the two. Which ended with a pissed off sam, and a cocky smirk from Jake.

Josh rolled his eyes, and walked into the kitchen. “Need some help?”

“Oh you don’t have to do all that”

“I don’t mind really” his eyes shifted to the potato’s lying in the countertop. “I could peel those if you needed”

“That would be lovely thank you”

It started out in comfortable silence. Only speaking to confirm he’s doing right. As he watched the sun set from the window his mind began to wonder.

“So” he cleared his throat. “how long have you lived in Colorado?”

“Well I visited when I was 15 fell in love, and I moved when I was 19. Been here ever since, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re from Nashville?”

“Not by choice” he laughed “originally I’m from Michigan, but with the band and all. We had to move closer to the studio and stuff”

“How’s that all going?”

“The band? It’s been a lot to be honest. Rewarding, but exhausting. I’m just glad we’re on a break from tour”

“I don’t know how you do it every night. I can barely work without getting drained”

“You figure it out eventually I suppose. Knife?”

“Top drawer. What’s it’s like traveling the world, and playing to people every night”

“It never gets boring I’ll say that. When you’re up there looking out into the crowd. They love you with all their heart. It’s like they understand you in a sense. You can really feel the love up on that stage. It makes up for the exhaustion I suppose”

“That sounds beautiful. Maybe I’ll get to come to a show one day”

“So what made you invite everyone out here? Gotta be an adjustment from peace and quiet all the time”

“Oh it wasn’t my idea. I’m glad everyone came out though it’s nice to have a change”

“Oh? I was told something different wonder why” he thought it over in his head

“Well now I’m curious what you were told”

“The story was that you invited Hannah, and she invited us”

“She called me” you laughed hard. “That’s a silly thing to lie about”

He knew. He knew exactly why they lied. He knew Jake lied to his face in the car. Now that he’s met you he knows exactly why they’ve brought him here. You. Now he would be lying if his said his heart wasn’t skipping beats right now. Only now that he’s figured it out his nerves are shot.

“Good thing this cooks pretty slow so we can go relax for a while”

He followed you to the couch and hesitantly sat down beside you. His eyes shifted from the movie to picking at his finger, and back to the movie. He had scabs around his fingers from it. You could tell he was on edge a little bit. Something changed since your talk in the kitchen but you didn’t know what. He seemed nervous around you now. Although you couldn’t understand why you knew what might help. “Do you smoke?”

He nodded his head with a smile “me and Josh are gonna smoke if anyone wants to join”

You walked outside and a few of them followed. Passing it in a circle and making small talk. Josh took a drag off the joint and closed his eyes. Blowing it out and nodding his head. “Damn that’s good shit”

“Told you so” you laughed as he handed it to you.

“It’s so pretty out here. Wish I lived in the mountain” Danny said admiring the view.

“I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else” you said. “Shit I left my drink inside be right back”

“Jacob Tomas Kiszka” Josh said stern. “You brought me here to hook me up?”

“I already told you I wouldn’t-”

“I made the mistake of asking her. She said this wasn’t her idea to invite us out. Instead she got a phone call from Hannah”

“Josh listen” he said before Hannah cut him off.

“We were worried about you Josh. She’s in the same situation you are. Give her a chance”

“How did you know? How did you know we would click? Because I’ve never- I’ve never done that with anyone”

“I just knew”

They were quick to end the conversation when you walked back outside. You all stayed outside for a while passing the joint around. They gave you the last hit, and you threw the roach out into the yard. After everyone was done eating dinner the night started to get fun. Everyone had a good buzz going, and the house was lively. Josh started to come out of his shell, talking louder, and with more excitement. “My god you guys are funny” you went into the kitchen to make another drink. Josh followed you also needing a refill.

“Doing alright?” He asked you.

“Haven’t been this messed up in a while” you laughed.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m almost to your level” he smiled. “I never told you but-”

“Y/n holy shit! You got more weed? I feel fucking great” drunk Sam comes shouting in the kitchen

You laughed “go into my room and there’s like 4 laying on the tv stand” you paused waiting for Sam to leave. “Never told me what?”

“Oh never mind” he waved a hand in the air.

“But-”

“Y/n” Sam came back in tugging at your shirt. “Come smoke with us”

“Fine. Josh you coming?”

“I think I’ll set this one out” he smiled at you.

“Josh is sweet” you said sitting outside with Sam and Hannah.

“Oh he’s a sweetheart” she said.

“I can tell” you put the joint between your lips and lit the tip.

“Single” Sam said and Hannah gently smacked him. “What? It’s true”

“Oh”

“He’s been through a lot relationship wise, but so have you” Hannah said.

“Don’t let him fool you he’s not always that quiet”

“Well neither am I” you laughed “he seems nervous”

“I suppose he is” Sam said taking a hit “he has been just kinda down recently. Plus his ex kinda took his self confidence from him”

“I guess he just gets lonely a lot, and it’s catching up to him” Hannah said.

“I know how that feels” you said pointing to the mountains “it’s just me and my dogs out here”

“It’s got its perks I would assume” Hannah said.

“Oh yeah definitely” you stared for a moment “he’s cute”

“Think so?” Hannah asked excitedly.

“He has kind eyes. I like his hair it’s fluffy. He just seems so nice”

“All I’m gonna say is he’s interested”

Josh sat on the couch with his brother. “Has she said anything to you? About like me or anything?”

Jake laughed “no but I can tell she’s taking a liking to you”

“Oh definitely” Danny chimed in “how do you feel about her?”

“I dunno she just kinda has this glow around her, and I wanna be part of the light”

They looked at each other and started laughing “oh he’s in love Danny”

“She seems perfect for you. Gonna thank me or what?” Jake teased taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah yeah whatever”

“So what move are you going to make? Let’s get this started right?” Danny asked.

“Yeah you’re funny. I’m done making the moves. If it’s meant to be then it will be”

They both rolled their eyes “well shit”

“Hi” you said slamming open the door. It was obvious by your state that you were pretty messed up. “Joshua. Can I call you Joshua?”

“If you’d like” he turned to look at you. You plopped down beside him on the couch.

“Joshua!” You shouted “I have an idea”

He jumped when you yelled his name. Laughing about how you startled him. “What’s your idea?”

You shuffle through your phone looking for a song. When you found the perfect one you jumped to your feet. “Wanna dance with me?”

He smiled, and he cheeks blushed pink. “I would love to dance with you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hands held your waist. “oh shit. I’m so sorry I stepped in your toes”

He smiled down at you “don’t worry about it darling”

“Darling? I like that” you laid your head on his chest. He danced you around your living room. By the time it was over almost everyone had joined. It was magical to see your house so lively and full of love.

“You made me dizzy” you giggled and sat down on the couch. Your head laid on his shoulder and you begun to get sleepy. Danny went into action being the dad of the group. Helping Jake as he stumbled into the guest room. He helped Sam blow up the air mattress, and grabbed blankets for everyone. He filled up a glass of water and sat it on Jake’s bedside table. Making sure everyone had a least a little water to drink before bedtime.

“What we gonna do about you?” You turned to Josh. “Want to sleep with me?”

“Good luck sleeping” Danny joked.

“Oh he won’t bother me I’m a deep sleeper. Nothing wakes me up”

“They’re not wrong. I don’t wanna hurt you in your own bed”

“Joshua shut up” Sam whispered.

You laughed at his attempt to help his brother “come on Josh”

“Are you sure I mean I-”

“Josh shut up” Sam and Danny said in unison.

You reached out your hand, and he grabbed it. He headed into the room “you’re room is cute”

“Thank you most the decor is diy or thrifted”

“They look amazing. Did you make this?”

He took interest in the large painting on the wall. You nodded “yes I love to paint”

“That’s so impressive. I love art myself, but I could never make anything like this”. He gently ran his fingers on the edge of the painting.

Your cheeks now bright red, and a soft smile on your lips “thank you Josh. I’m sure you could do better”

“Definitely not. I’m not really a painter. I design my own stage clothes. I sketch what I want it to look like, and then somebody makes it. I like it because it’s always exactly how I want it to be. I take inspiration from all kinds of stuff, and make it into one thing. It’s more than just an outfit really. It’s almost like another person when I put them on”

“Like each outfit is its own art piece? It’s like painting. When you’re in a good mood your art is going to distribute something completely different than if you were gloomy. The paintings are entirely different it’s almost as if different people painted them.”

“That’s exactly it! You understand” he smiles.

“Artists to artists of course I understand”

You let him look around a bit longer before excusing yourself to go change. When you came back he was still looking at the painting. He had pajama pants on with a white sleeved shirt. You tripped over your feet walking into the room. Stumbling around, and your vision was getting blurry. “Stumbling around a little. You okay?”

“Hmm” you reached for his shoulder to stabilize yourself. Without much thought he picked you up. Tucking you into the bed, and lying down beside you.

“If I hurt you or keep you up please wake me up. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor. I just-”

“Shh you’re not gonna bother me. Stop stressing about it. I can tell this is something people might have made you feel bad about”

“Yeah well try hurting the people you love and have no control over it”

A lazy finger pressed against his lip “shh don’t worry about it. Joshua”

You both laid there in silence trying to drift away. The silence was deadly, and you tossed and turned. Unable to fall asleep, and your mind raced about the man next to you. In a whisper you spoke “Josh”

Sleepy he replied “yes?”

“Can you hold me?”

“I would love nothing more”

When the sun started to rise you two were the last ones awake. Jake crept open the door worried you might have ended up on the floor. Instead he found you tangled up together. The sheets hanging off the bed, and he was holding you protectively.

“Sam come here … look” Jake said pointing at the two of you.

He poked his head through the door “awe they look so cozy”

“I wonder how long they’ve been like that”

“All he needed was a cuddle buddy I guess” Sam said.

You started to stir as the sun shined through the curtains. “Shit” they giggled and shut the door.

Josh’s eyes peeked opened to you lying across him. He closed his eyes for a moment taking it in. You were you wrapped around him tightly. One leg hiked across his waist, and the other twisted in his leg. Your arm laid across his chest, and so was your head. He was loving every minute of you. Wishing this moment would never end. However, you started to wake up. His grip was strong hopeful you wouldn’t move. You looked up at him and smiled. “Good morning”

“Good morning. Sleep okay?” He asked.

“I slept amazing. You?”

“Best sleep I’ve got in a while”

“Your so warm that’s probably why I slept so good. It’s usually freezing in here. I wasn’t all over you too much right?”

“Not too much at all. Been a while since well you know”

“Feels nice to be held. What happened to the sheets?”

“Not sure about that one”

His eyes were glowing, and his face had a smile you haven’t seen before. Dosing off a little bit with the warmth of his body. You’ve never felt so comfortable in your life. The sheets felt like honey on your skin. You wondered if you found heaven, or at least peace. You two laid tangled up together for at least an hour. Realizing the time you sighed, and climbed out of your side of heaven. The two of you stumbled into the living room. “Well good morning love bugs” Sam teased which resulted in another playful smack from his girl. “Leave them alone” she whispered.

“Checked for bruises?” Danny said.

“I don’t think he moved one bit. Except the kick the sheets off. Or maybe that was me” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe all he needed was someone to hold” Jake said.

His face turned bright red and his eyes got big “oh my god shut up. How did you know that?”

“I have my ways”

“Creep” Josh rolled his eyes.

You giggled at him, and walked into the kitchen. You opened the container of coffee grounds and put it into the maker. Making a pot then going to your bedroom to get dressed. Jake and Josh were talking in the kitchen as they drank their coffee.

“So” he paused taking a sip “seems to be going well”

“Last night was the first night I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night”

“Is that why you’ve been up doing fuck knows what?”

“Yeah I’d wake up at like three in the morning and I could never go back to sleep. So I’d get up and start doing stuff”

“You’ve scared the shit out of me when I walk downstairs to get water, and you’re standing in the kitchen. You really gotta go back home bud”

“I know I know. Hey maybe I won’t have too” he joked.

“Gonna become a mountain man?”

Josh talks with his hands that’s very obvious. What he doesn’t do is pay attention to where his hands fly around. The conversation has peeked his interest, and when his hands flare out he hits the open container. Coffee grounds go everywhere. Josh’s face turns white, and he starts to panic.

“Oh fuck” he repeated over and over. “Here we go. It was going so good, and I’ve fucked it all up”

“Josh it’s just coffee grounds I’m sure she’ll understand it was an accident”

“You don’t understand Jake. Do you not fucking remember?”

“I remember, but she nothing like her. She won’t get mad I’m sure of it”

“I’ve ruined everything. Why am I like this Jake?”

“You haven’t done anything wrong. Josh you’ve been the best I’ve seen you in so long. Let’s not lose progress over coffee grounds …. Josh”

Still he panicked, hyperventilating, going into his head and -

“Josh how fucking stupid are you?”

“I’m sorry it was an accident I’ll pick it up”

“I just fucking poured that drink. You are fucking useless”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ll clean it up”

“Why am I even with you? Your so damn pathetic”

“It was just an accident”

“Shut the hell up and pick it up. I don’t need to hear your whining”

“I’m trying but your yelling at me”

“Are you gonna fucking cry about it? Go ahead cry see if I give a shit Josh”

“Josh!”

“Huh?”

“Did you hear me? She’s gonna get the broom for us”

“You told her? Why would you do that? We could of figured it out”

“Josh breathe. Take a damn breath. I’m gonna say it again she’s isn’t like her”

“Oh no what happened?” you said walking into the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry it was an accident I’ll clean it up”

“Oh no worries. Shit happens” you waved a hand in the air.

“I’m so sorry I-” his fingers ran through his hair. Processing your response he looked at you confused “Wait what did you say?” he said softly.

“I said shit happens. I’d be a fool to get mad over something so small. Go sit down I’ve got it”

He looked at his brother confused. “You’re not mad? Why aren’t you mad? I spilled this everywhere”

“Don’t beat yourself up. I’m clumsy as hell. Always spilling stuff. Go sit down” you handed him his coffee cup “here. Go take a breath”

Josh exited the room, and you turned to Jake for some answers. “Jake” you whispered.

“What’s up?” He grabbed the broom as you held the dust pan.

“Is he okay? Why did he get so upset?”

He swept the grounds into the dust pan. His face shifted to an almost confused look. Then you thought maybe it was an angry one. But his eyes looked hurt, and watched him quietly.

He sighed “his ex is a horrible person. She treated him like shit, and made him feel bad when he made a mistake. I don’t know everything, but I know she did get physical sometimes”

“That’s horrible he doesn’t deserve that”

“No he doesn’t. There was a trip we were on and he spilled her drink on accident. She cussed him out, and called him all these names. He was cleaning it up and she kicked him with her boot. I got a little rough shoving her away from him, but it should have never happened. He stayed and I don’t know why. I think he was afraid to leave her. It was like an intervention I swear. We all sat with him and told him he deserved better, and we helped him break it off”

“But he’s so sweet how could anyone treat him that way? I want to fix this”

He sighed again, and you could tell something was weighing on him “can I tell you the truth?”

You nodded, and he spoke “your the reason we’re here. We thought maybe you two would hit it off. We were worried for him … very worried. Josh has always been the most outgoing person, and it hurt watching him fade. Hannah said that you were single, and it was just a hunch. We just wanted to help him. I’m sorry I don’t want to pressure you”

“So that’s why everyone lied to him” now it made sense. “I don’t click with people. There’s never been a person I felt instantly connected too. Except yesterday when I laid eyes on Josh. It’s been a day, but I’m glad you brought him here. We’re both wounded, and because of that I think we can heal each other. Thank you Jake”

You decided to put there plan in motion. You got up to find Josh “Hey follow me”

You went out the gate and started walking down a rocky path. He didn’t ask where you were taking him nor did he care. He watched as the dogs switched between walking beside you to scanning the area ahead. You never minded the dogs running off when on your walks. You got closer to the mountains and Josh’s eyes began to glow. You hiked down to the river. A deep spot that nearly looked like a pond. The mountain ran above it making the spot secluded. “Look at this place. It’s breathtaking”

“It never fails to impress me. The waters cold I don’t usually get to swim. I just come here to relax”

He reached his hands in the water “I mean it’s not that cold”

“Wanna get in then tough guy?”

He reached to remove his shirt “wait!”. You took off running and he ran after you.

You made it to the top of the smallest cliff. “Your kidding me right?”

“What? Are you scared?” You teased him.

“Maybe a little. Sure it’s deep enough?”

Rolling your eyes at him you asked “do you trust me?”

“I do”

You took your shirt off revealing a lacy white bra, and panties to match. He looked away quickly, but his face already turned red. “It’s okay” you giggled

“Sorry” he said with his eyes glued to the ground.

“Don’t be. Human nature ya know. You’re turn”

He removed his shirt, and stripped down to his boxers. You placed your hands on his shoulders grabbing his attention “Listen whatever we went through let’s try to move past it. I’ve been scared too Josh. For two years I was afraid of any interaction with a man. I could barely go places by myself”

“What happened? Only if your comfortable to answer”

“Started at a party my drink got spiked. I don’t remember anything or if anything happened to me. I thought it was because he like me so I started dating him. He would hurt me often. I thought it was normal, and I convinced myself he loved me. The cycle continued until my friends got me help. It was relationship after relationship, and it was all the same. That’s what I thought I deserved I suppose. I’m still in therapy and I continue to get better every day”

“I guess it was my first serious relationship. Or so I thought, but I meant nothing to her. I never dated much in high school. All she did was yell at me. I couldn’t spend enough on her. It was never enough. She would hit me and it’s not that it hurt that bad. It hurt more knowing she wanted to harm me. I loved her, and she wanted nothing more than to hurt me. My brothers got me away from her thank goodness. I’m also in therapy I never thought it would help, but it has. And I know I’m so awkward, but it’s almost as if I don’t know how to act. No one’s ever been as gentle with me as you are”

“We will heal together. This jump is us letting go”

You reach out your hand, and counted down. With no hesitation he jumped with you. Falling farther than he thought, and his body rushed with adrenaline. You both hit the cold water, and gasp coming back up. He slicked his hair back, and tried to catch his breath. “I take it back this water is freezing”

“That was so fun Josh” you shouted holding his shoulders. “Oh my god I feel so alive. Do you feel it Josh?”

He nodded his head and wrapped his arms around your waist. You threw your arms on his neck. “Yeah I feel it”

You held on to him tight, feeling his heart beat against yours. You stayed in the water far too long in this cool weather. You just couldn’t make yourself let go. You put your forehead against his. “Can I kiss you?”

He smiled softly “I would love that”

You leaned in placing your lips to his. Your body felt warm for a minute. Like a shock of electricity ran through your veins. Your lips moved against him. You let the last kiss drag out before you pulled back “I cant feel my toes”

“I can’t feel a lot of things” he said, and you busted out laughing. You hiked back up to the top to grab your clothes and headed towards the house. You were shivering and your teeth were chattering. When you arrived back at the house you couldn’t feel a thing. Everyone was sitting outside, and their neck snapped around to look at you two.

“What the hell happened to you guys?” Jake asked

“Oh you know we just jumped off a cliff. No biggie” Josh teased.

“We left you two alone for an hour and you jump off a cliff” he laughed.

“I’m gonna go change, and start the fire” you kissed his cheek.

Causing everyone’s jaws to drop. “Did she just-?”

Everyone gasped excitedly, and Josh just seemed to glow. He nodded his head proudly, and started to tell the story. His hands were flying everywhere as he spoke in detail.

“Hot chocolates on the stove, and the fire has been started”

“Actually that sounds quite nice” Jake said.

As the temperature dropped everyone piled in the house. Laying around the living room with hot chocolate in hand. A cozy movie playing, and the lights turned down.

You turned off the stove, and stepped into the living room. Looking around the room seeing everyone so content. You just smiled wishing it could be like this forever. He noticed your giddy smile “Come here love”

You cuddled up beside him, and he threw the blanket over you two. The house was warm, and everyone was completely relaxed. You felt as if you were melting into Josh. You thought this might be the most comfortable you’ve ever been. Your eyes started to get heavy, and before you knew it sleep had taken over.

You feared for the end of this week. Knowing it was coming soon. He would leave and go back to his busy life. You would be here like you always are. For now his fingers ran through your hair, and his lips kissed your forehead. He couldn’t quit place the feeling he was feeling, but he knew one thing.

He was home.

[mosneakers]

Clementine: [staring at the screen in disbelief] This doesn't make any sense. She won… it's official. Kirsten: [with a heavy sigh] Well, I’ll be damned. You kids see the power you wield? You resurrected that Salas bunch, and now we’ve got a damn vampire in office. I'm telling you, it's that Darling family curse, it's no joke.

Salem: Yeah, no one's fucking laughing, mom.

Yellow: [Starts pacing, checking cell phone] Has anyone heard from Coraleye? It’s nearly 4 AM, and she hasn’t checked in. That’s not like her—especially after this long.

Donna, anxiously knitting on the sofa, turns to give her husband a loving glance, striving to keep her tone light and comforting. Donna: We needn't fret, love. She's likely off with Tycho, helping him get his mind off things like lovebirds do— hehe! Yellow: [Sighs] You’re probably right. I’ll give her more time before trying again. I do remember how it felt, being young and utterly smitten. [Grins and cheesily winks at Donna]

Salem: Disgusting.

Donna: You are! [Playfully sticks out tongue]

Seymour, thought to be asleep, croaks a laugh. Salem groans and leans forward, burying her head in her hands.

Out of nowhere, the Darling family landline rings, breaking the silence with a jolt. The unexpected sound causes even the family dog to yelp in surprise. Donna: Oh, heavens! It's alright, Mimsy, that's just the phone. Gave me a scare too; it hardly ever rings. Excuse me, I'll answer it.

Donna gently sets her knitting kit aside, then carefully maneuvers around the jumbled feet and dog, making her way to the foyer to tend to the ringing phone. Yellow tries his daughter’s cellphone once more, as Clementine nudges Salem with her leg. Clementine: What's wrong? Having doubts about resurrecting them? Salem: Of course not. Don’t be stupid. That was the only way I'd get you back. How was I supposed to know it'd get lead to this? She was so different all those years ago.

Donna, usually known for her bravery, suddenly cries out in distress from the foyer, causing Yellow to rush to her side, alarmed. Yellow: Donna, sweetheart! What's wrong? Who called? Donna: That was an officer from the city. We have to go pick up Coraleye right away! There's been a terrible accident. Yellow: What? What happened to her? Is she hurt?

Donna: She's safe, but it sounds like others may have been hurt, and she's rather quite shaken. They wouldn't elaborate, so I guess we'll learn more when we arrive. Oh! Let me just fetch my slippers!

Clementine: Shit, I’m pretty worried… should we tag along? Yellow: We’ll manage. Maybe you all stay here in case anything comes up here. Thanks, Clem. Mom— we'll be right back with Coraleye. Will you be alright getting Dad to bed? Kirsten: Yes, of course, hun. Just get my baby girl back home safe and soon.

Clementine: Ditto. Give her hugs and kisses for me. [Waits for Donna and Yellow to leave] What a crazy night. What do you think went down?

Salem: How should I know.

Clementine: Think it’s connected to Salas winning?

Salem: Most likely. And now that a psychotic vampire is in charge— this is just the beginning. Who knows what she's capable of?

Kirsten: You can say that again. How long is it gonna take before someone addresses that none of us mediums have been able to make contact with Jay Salas? I think the bitch killed her husband. Salem: Mom please, not now. Kirsten: Sorry! Just saying... I have my suspicions. Guess we'll save it for a later season.

Salem exhales heavily, clutching her scalp. Her gaze drifts to the glowing TV screen, where Tatiana's unsettling grin beams back, mocking her hesitation.

Salem: Ugh, fuck! I can’t believe I’m responsible for this fucking shitshow.

Clementine: [Brief silence, eyes transfixed on the screen] …You brought her into this realm.

Salem: …And I’m gonna have to take her out.

[thenewestxmen]

D&W fic part 3

Chapter 3: do I deserve him?

I practically jump away from Wade as Laura storms in. 

“Hey Laura.” Wade says, practically unfazed. 

Laura stares into my eyes, through the adamantium, and right into my soul. Damn it. Of course, the one time I fall for Wade, the one, Laura walks in.

“… Dad…? Is there something you wanted to let me know about?”

“I uh… well…” shit. It’s like words are getting stuck in my throat, they won’t come out.

Wade steps forward, “Laura. Your dad and I are in love! Like Romeo and Juliet except we can’t die no matter which bitch tries to tear us apart! Your young mind wouldn’t understand the love we have!” Wade says, so dramatically as he practically drapes on me. I would expect Laura to be mad. But instead of just leaving yelling and cursing in Spanish, she is grinning.

“Dad, I’m happy for you.”

Sorry, what? Didn’t catch that, what.

“You are?”

“Dad, when I said that Wade was in love with you, by the way Wade, was hardly discreet- - I meant that you should finally make a move. Trust me, I got Blade and Gambit to kiss in the void, of course I know love when I see it. You were too dumb to know you were in love with a guy you have a dog with, and share an apartment and a bed with? Dad… I expected more.”

Holdupholdupholdup. Laura knew I was in love with Wade, even when I was in denial of it… I’m so proud.

Wade leans over and plants a kiss on my forehead. “That means we can make out in front of people.”

“Absolutely not.” I say, but not before pecking his lips. He is still draped on me, I should probably be annoyed but he is so cute, staring at me with those big brown eyes and light pink blush. 

We have a good time with Laura, she wants to watch Mama Mia, which I again haven’t seen, I’m a menace to society again. The singing’s a bit much, but not too terribly bad, just questioning whether what’s-her-face is just an idiot or desperate for a father. Whatever. 

Wade approaches me after the movie, when Laura and Al are busy talking bad about us. 

“Honey badger, we have been in this little eensie weensie little love whatever you call this for almost twenty four hours. Peanut, I have never said this before but let’s start off slow, huh? This is the first relationship where I really know the person I’m in love with. Peanut, even if you don’t see it, you are the most perfect, attractive, sugariest titted man I’ve ever met, and I want this to keep on going. So can we please go slow…?” Wade says, wrapping himself up in my arms. 

“What? Of course Wade, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” I say, reassuringly.

Laura pulls me aside, I get a distinct feeling of de ja vu. 

“Papa, have you said it?”

“Said what?”

“Said it!”

“Laura, you’re going have to be more specific.”

“Oh my-… ‘I love you!’ Have you said it to Wade?!” She’s whispering while yelling. 

I should have probably considered it before I kissed him, but those big brown eyes just melted my brain. When Laura sees me hesitate she just tuts and massages her temples. She is really going too far as this whole matchmaking thing. 

“Papa. I’m going to say this very short and sweet… get your ass up and tell that jabbering, knife obsessed, child you love him!” Laura basically scolds me. I thought I was the father figure. 

“Jesus. Kid, we’re taking it slow. It hasn’t even been a day and we really want this to work out. I’ll say the words to him when I’m ready.” I try and say this as reassuring as possible. But still, a little feeling of anxiety tugs at me. 

We rejoin Wade and Al, same topic as yesterday, but it’s getting heated. Wade moves to my side and holds my arms close. But instead of the little tug of anxiety disappearing, it only grows. What if I take it too far, he wants it to go slow, what if I get too needy and he gets too tired of me? What if he opens his eyes and sees that shit personality in hiding, and all I am is just an alcoholic, metal, untrustworthy mess?

“You alright peanut?”

“Mm?”

“You ok, you look a little green… is that even possible to get sick?”

I snap out of my anxious haze and look at wades soft, slightly concerned face. I may as well hide it, take away at least a little bit of the mess.

“Yeah bub, I’m good.” I say, but the small tug of anxiety is still there.

The next few days I hide it good. It doesn’t go anywhere, it catches me at the worse of times, resulting into a few bad excuses. I wake up early in the morning after that little demon in the back of my head begins to work together with the little tug. I must’ve woken up a little on edge because Wade is stirring a bit. Every movement I make seems to make a small shake of the bed. I maneuver myself around the squeaks and small movements of the bed and get up, walking to the bathroom. As I look it the mirror, my hands leaning over on the sides of the sink, I study my face. It looks wore down, and I can see the little twinge of anxiety in my own eyes. The voice and the twinge are still working together, making me a little shaky. I grab some jeans and pull them over my boxers, taking a walk outside. It’s crisp for me to wear just a white tank top over my torso, but the chill doesn’t bother me. I walk a bit, trying to clear my head. God, Wade is so gorgeous in the morning, and all I can be is a flaming hot mess of demon whispers and anxiety. He deserves better, he just doesn’t notice. He’s going to regret ever calling after me at that shawarma joint. I’ve been with so many, and I mean so many people over the years, some I’ve spent years with, others only a night, but they always end up dead, or not wanting me, or both. Jean is definitely a good example, she always looked at me with those sharp yet gentle eyes, like knives that promise not to poke. Although she broke that promise pretty fast. I was definitely more into Scott than Jean. But I did have a thing for her. I mean usually, I would find myself staring at Scott, and Jean didn’t like that, she wanted the attention. So anytime I was near her, her clothing would strip down to, or almost nothing, trying to grab my attention, she would flirt, but the moment that I would get myself deeper, she would retreat back to Scott. Scott liked me too, he would always make me have to chase him. Both of them only seemed into each other around others, while other times, it was like I was only a prize they could win alone. Scott was always nice, pecking me on the lips with morning breath in the morning, removing his glasses just enough so I only got a small tickle when I refused to get up. Although when Jean saw it, she tried harder. She didn’t want me, she just wanted Scott off of me. Once, in the mansion, while all of the others were off on missions or training, she approached me, stripped of everything. She would dance or just preform some sort of show for me. But when I gave in, she did too. That is, until morning, when she greeted me in the kitchen with a “hey buddy.” And when I confronted her, she would yell, she would use her powers to make Scott think the same way as her. “Logan! You can’t be grateful I’m pitying you?! You’re lucky I would even look at you while all you’re full of is metal, and it’s almost as cold as you!” It went on and on, until the night when they would simply repeat the same dirty show, like it was a competition who won my heart. Only to eventually break it. They kept yelling until I went silent, and they didn’t need to say it, because that little voice in my head was born. I used to think it was Jean who put it there, intentionally, and always talking, but when she passed, it was still there. I was never enough for Jean, or Scott. 

I snap out of the moment when my phone is buzzing 10 times a second. I realize that I have been walking around for 3 hours. All of the texts are from Wade. I read a voicemail.

“Peanut, where tf are you?! You aren’t answering texts, or calls, and you aren’t in the apartment, or with Laura, or anywhere! Did you bail? Oh my g- - I’m so sorry peanut, I know I have been too leading. Did you go off and Wolverine or something? Did you have a nightmare? Are you in trouble? Did one of those TVA bitches come and nab you up? I bet they did, I’m on my…” I stop listening after that. Shit, Wade thinks it’s his fault. That damn voice wouldn’t leave me alone. It’s my fault, not his, damn it why can’t I just care for Wade, why didn’t I leave a note, or something! I can’t even make a note, how am I going to be a good boyfriend!?

I’m practically running home, calling Wade at the same time. “Bub! Hey, I’m so sorry, I went for a walk, lost track of time, I’m sorry. I’m on my way home.”

“Logan?! Al! He’s coming back- - yeah, I know! stop! Logan, thank god, I thought the TVA got to you or something. It’s not your fault.”

I hesitate, ending the call with a “yeah it is… it’s always my fault.” Honestly, I didn’t even know I said it until I got back. Wade pretty much jumps on me, wrapping his arms around me like he’s a koala holding on to a tree branch for dear life.

“Peanut! Sugartits! What did you mean?! It’s your fault?! No it’s not! What TF do you mean?!” And it really hits me what I said. I’m still thinking of Jean and Scott, their relationship with me. But that wasn’t really them, it was just anger and tension talking. But it didn’t, and still doesn’t feel good.

“Hey bub. Sorry, it didn’t mean anything. I think we got lost in communication, I meant I shouldn’t have run off, my bad.” I say with an artificially reassuring voice.

Quick save. But I guess I’m pretty tense and the twinge in my eyes is still pretty visible, because as Wade looks into my eyes, he only needs a moment to look at me before looks at me with a tense face.

“Logan… something’s bothering you. Please tell me what it is? Please? I’ll be your best friend?” The mention of my name, no nickname, no sexy voice, just my name didn’t sit well. I can’t ruin this relationship by complaining. Not this one. I can’t just whine, I’ll be fine. I’m being overdramatic. It was just a couple of bad relationships.

“Darlin’… I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. How about we go out for a breakfast with Mary, huh?” I say, knowing he won’t refuse. But instead, this last month has been full of surprises, he just pulls me close my the waist, his brown eyes looking down at me slightly, his voice serious.

“Please. Please tell me. Then we can go?” Wade says. He is not making this easy. What would Wade do if he knew about it all? This universes Jean and Scott are still alive, so would he blame them? Would it only add to the whining mess that is me?

“I’m fine. I promise.”

“Alright peanut. I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me yourself. But just know that no matter how messed up, shitty, gruesome it is, I will always listen and love you.” Wade says, resting his chin on the top of my head.

Why does this feel so weird, so lovable, but so unfamiliar?

“Yeah bub. Of course.” I say, laying a kiss on his forehead. Of course, this is hot. The little hint of concern on his lips, the sensitive light in his eyes, his gentle hands on my hips.

“Can we have AppleBees for lunch?”

Authors note: OML I LOVE THEM. Finally getting into Logan’s backstory and stuff, what are they going to order from Applebees? IDK, post soon. This was probably the longest chapter so if you read through this TY