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hobiespick · 3 months ago

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Heya! I was wondering if you got any headcanons for Sam Winchester x werewolf! Reader, except, reader can actually turn whenever she (or gn if you want) wants, and the only real thing a full moon does is force her to be in her werewolf form (aka force her to keep the wolf teeth and claws out for no reason)

The thing that should not be

Pairings : Sam Winchester x reader

a/n : FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HI, HELLO, IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I SUCK SO BAD, IM SO SORRY. My requests aren't open (yet) but its not even your fault I should have 100% specified that, but this is my first ever ask and ur also one of my favourite moots and I didn't want to dissapoint so here are some fuckinf cute Sam x Werewolf!Reader. I felt the carnal need to write a metric fuckton of context before getting into the actual headcanons (which are very long I have no idea if they can be considered as hcs) so the reader gets beaten up by earth-shattering plot purposes :3. Sammy juicy headcanons start when you see the '🧿' emoji if you don't wanna read the context (melodramatic sigh). And yes the title of the fic is based on the metallica song :). as always, enjoy my shitty thoughts <3

Warnings: angst with comfort (no don't clap it's fine, omg ur makin me blush); guess who joined the cool kids club and uses "____." instead of "Y/n"; literally a flash of gore, shitty dad(s), fake death, mentions of suicide, Sam looks at you and goes DO YOU WANT M-; Dean being himself; reader is also a hunter and has been raised like that (fml); Dean makes a twillight refrence; reader is frankenstein coded in the most nuanced way, Mary Shelley please don't haunt me; Dean is very happy to have a bestfriend/sister :)

word count: 8,102

- Okay, so for starters, the fact that you aren't actually a monster (you don't get the urge to kill or wreak havoc) is actually a supernatural miracle.

Your parents haven't talked to you since you called them the night you were hunting a werewolf and told them, horror-struck between sniffles and voice cracks, that it bit you, and you’re going to turn, and you’re horrified, and you’re going to drive home to put a pistol in your father's hand and hopefully stop you from turning in the thing you shouldn't be.

Your father replied, after successfully not saying a word besides "Hey, kid-" before getting cut off by you and your hiccups. He sank his teeth into the inside of his cheek, enough to draw blood.

"You are not to come home; your mother won't bear to see you like this."

Your father objected before telling you you can finish the job by yourself; you always have.

He abruptly ended the phonecall like you weren't his daughter, more like an annoying salesman. You don't know what he'll say to your mother after that call; that was the hospital, and you tragically died? "Died a hero.." Your father would say when he described another hunter's tragic passing at the dinner table—paranormal tragic passing. So paranormal that your mother had knocked on wood and prayed it wouldn't get you or your family.

So you don't call, It's really me, dad. I'm fine, I figured it out by myself. How could you? after him suggesting it's better to kill yourself than take a shot at finding a solution together? You would rather have him believe you're dead. Or at least cry with you; it's okay, honey. come home; it'll be okay, spend the last days at home, please-

The last word you get from him is a text message you are too quick to open on your flip-phone to see the next day. When you rub at your eyebags after tracking down a witch, the witch. It was the second day when everything about you felt off; you were squemish, anxious, and haven't left your motel room all day. if you get this—the message read, "if you get this?!" if you get this, if you get this, if you get this—your brain repeats it over and over, taking the words apart and tattooing itself that phrase, because it held much more meaning to it than your father probably didn't intend; he would hear it if he read it before sending, you thought, that little 'if' haunting and tormenting like a damn demon. if you haven't already killed yourself; if you haven't already turned into something that took my daughter, my pride and joy, away from me; if you haven't already died–

- speaking to you like he's directly referring to the disease in your veins. Your brain moves on and reads the next ridiculous waste of your attention. I wanted you to know I told your mother that it was the hospital I was talking to yesterday, calling that you’re dead, house fire, so no remains to pick up—Damn, you know him or what? Even your fake death is stripped away from it's respect—"no remains to pick up"—like a toppled statue, a monument of what was once a hero (in dad's old-fashioned monster-hunting world), shattered and insignificant, no longer breathing or living, if you ever even had. Or a tree struck by lighting, again, "no remains to pick up" no meaningful remains or genuinely nothing, just a memory of another young hunter who died 'tragically'. You could imagine your tombstone with an even dumber epitaph to match it and an empty or nonexistent grave lying six feet underneath for closure. Your eyes move on, there will be a funeral with no grave, of course, I just wanted you to know that your mother and everyone else is devastated, we miss you, sugar. I love you, kid. Your father had overestimated your suicidal tendencies, and the way he didn't try to save his daughter in order to not go against the rules and possibilities of hunting only showed you how much he loves you.

So you track down the witch. You barely make it to her doorstep when she opens it with a too reassuring smile, saying your name and that she expected you, even going as far as offering you tea after opening the door and letting you in, to which you declined. You're not an idiot. But you do sit down, forced, when she, Willow Thorne, won't have you, a guest, standing up, a whole damn hunter being forced to sit down and accept being treated kindly like you deserve. When you walked in, the entire image of a satanic worshipper who sold her soul to demons and hexed everybody—that you betted all your life savings fitted the description of Willow shattered and laughed in your face.

Her home was filled with plants hanging and resting in every corner she could place; various crystals were sitting in cute porcelain plates like candy, candles of different colors on a bookshelf filled with books like The Language of Flowers, Astronomy for Beginners, and Sigils. Even more crystals, bigger and taller ones on a purple tablecloth. The house is adorned in shades of dark purple, violet, green, and warm colors. This home was a whimsigothic musem that would send your thirteen-year-old self into a shrieking, excited mess. Your parents never let you own crystals or a tarot deck; they were too afraid you'd turn darkside one way or another. well, mommy, daddy, if you could see me right now with lycanthrope blood pumping through my veins.

Willow Thorne is a wiccan type of witch; she does not receive her power from demons; she receives her magic from nature and probably practices her witchcraft the way she sees fit. This doesn't help build back the distrust you were trained to have in her. You flinch when you feel a tail curling around your bouncing leg; you glance down, and your eyes are met with a black cat's green ones—this must be her familiar—the little words on his purple collar reading 'Creek'. She gives you another flash of her warm smile and starts talking about her cat. This can't be real. Your every instinct screams that you should take her down or that she will take you down. Your options shrink the longer you stay. You keep a hand anxiously fiddling with your belt, thinking about the gun in your waistband. She's deceiving you with honeyed words and unassuming appearance; who the fuck knows, maybe the cat is manipulating you too. Throwing up would be the calmest reaction you could have right now, because the thoughts in your head started going at each other's throats and doubting in this situation could get you killed. Thoughts like, fuck her, her cozy house with purple witchy twitchy girl interior, and her affectionate black cat she mentioned she rescued when nobody would because of superstitions—you curse in your head, you're not actually upset at her although you do not let your guard down, you're upset at yourself for being so easily coaxed into trusting her, it's all too easy, and it is intimidating you.

You're pretty sure you're gonna rip your vocal cords out of frustration and an overall feeling of overwhelmingness; everything seems to piss you off today, even more than usual. How are you good?! All bright and beaming with nothing but positivity. You're not supposed to be good! I have believed all my life you aren't!..are you like me too? A thing that should not be? Before breaking down and crying about your situation, and if you did, she would make you that tea and rub your back with her hand that radiated ease and made you slump your shoulders with relief.

Before you get other fun thoughts like Am I on the wrong side of the war? You start discussing bussiness since you forgot that's what your here for. Even if your eyes water like a little kid after being scolded for something they didn't do, your voice is nowhere near close to sounding like one. You demand a cure, bargaining for a deal to stop the lycanthropy metamorphosis you feel taking over little by little and make you human again. If she can't, you have a gun with silver bullets in your trunk and your will written out, but by now it probably has no significance.

Much to your disappointment, she—Willow—insisted you called her, tells you she cannot take away your curse, but she can soothe it a little, keep it in a cage locked deep into your subconscious. In exchange, she could ask for fucking anything in the world, but she wants loyalty.

"Define, loyalty." You ask through gritted teeth, yeah, that will stop the tears, definitely, great intimidation skills, _____ .

"I'm talking about respect, mutual aid, when it all comes down for me, when I get threatened by a hunter, I want you to be there. I need you to have my back." She admitted, studying your eyes trying to reslove the conflict in them, anything that could give her hope. You couldn't explain this to anyone, ever, Yeah I almost turned into a werewolf once but my witch friend did a ritual on me, so i'm all good now.

Willow is now sitting on an ottoman facing her couch, where you're sitting. Her hands fidget with her bracelets until she clasps them together, and she is leaning towards you. Her gentle tone is imbued with gentle authority that commands her mutual respect without making her overbearing. Keeping steady eye contact, she is discussing serious matters with a serious tone like she should. You can't lie, it catches you off-guard, it herds you in the corner and softly shakes your shoulders, forcing you to listen.

You'd be every synonym in the dictionary for the word 'idiot' if you hadn't accepted this deal. You shake hands, and the warm smile she wears causes a domino effect, making you do the same, even if you had been crying.

It's a funky ritual. She makes you lay on the couch while she lights all sorts of candles; she closes the curtains even though it's already dark so light cannot come in. The only light present is the salt lamp in the far corner and the numeruous lighted candles. She even has to kick Creek out of the room, much to the cat's protests outside the door. They slowly come to a stop as he finds something that's more interesting than whatever ritual his owner is cooking up with a guest—that he feels drawn to for whatever reason. You feel nervous, and she feels nervous too, because you are. Willow reassures you and tells you that after it ends you will pass out for a while, but that's fine because she says you can spend the night if she isn't pushing it.

The celling becomes your newest fascination, and you study every small bump and gray spot in order to distract your mind from... well, thinking. Not for the ritual, but for reassurance, she lies and says you have to hold her hand. Her warm hand against yours seems to punch out of your lungs every doubt whether this will work or not and the sadness your father produced with an unfatherly amount of bluntness and cold parenting that was the verbal equivalent of stabbing your spine and twisting the knife, but you can't pull out the knife, well, you can try, but it will hurt even worse and it will infect spreading yellow or purple marks around it–. She—her hand—has the ability to make you breathe again without feeling like you have leg irons around your neck dragging it down and hands squashing your lungs to bits. She speaks incantations in what you know is latin and instructs you to close your eyes. You swear you hear a candle stop burning in the process—something you can't physically hear, but you had. You can make out a few words (your ears keep ringing and something is happening because you hear her voice; it's distorted and weird, but she told you, strictly, not to open your eyes, so you don't). Words like: lupus-wolf, tollere-take away? You're not sure on that one; that's what three straight days of crying might do to one, mutare- which means change. Okay, that was a nice distraction now what el–

You feel the imprint of a huge dog-like paw pressing into your Adam's apple and cutting off your breath. She obviously takes notice by the way you're writhing and choking and swatting away at nothing—something you're trying to fight even with closed eyes, but there is nothing there. Your palm doesn't make contact with anything. Quickly, Willow chants something you're too busy choking to catch. The pressure on your throat dissolves, and you can breathe again. She calms her own breath and squeezes your hand. When she doesn't feel you squeeze back, she remembers that you're supposed to pass out after the spell. Willow drapes a blanket on you and goes off to order something to eat. When she opens the living room door, Creek doesn't hesitate to run in and settle on your chest. The cat purrs as he patiently waits for you to wake up.

You wake up fifteen minutes later with the smell of food flooding your nostrils, stronger than it has ever been before. It's almost like it's sitting right under your nose. You open your eyes, and the smell has a color, and you can clearly see how it snakes its way in from the kitchen into the half-open door. Your nails feel heavier than usual. This is hopefully a fever dream. But the food isn't here, nor is Willow; you can hear her humming a song in the kitchen, Voodoo Chile by Jimi Hendrix.

The weight of the shadow on your chest brings you back to earth, and you run your hands through his black fur with closed eyes as your head falls back onto the couch. The feeling of fur on your fingertips feeding to your serotonin levels rising. Creek seems to know what it's like to be disowned by your own father and forced to have a fake death in order to 'die' in a way that won't make your mother think you were cursed, or worse, that the whole family is now. Creek notices you're awake and gets off you, but not before making biscuits.

"Thanks, Creek." You mumble before pushing yourself up in a sitting position with a groan.

You can feel the rich, velvety, dark green rug beneath your socks; you would have appreciated it properly if you could actually see the details woven into it. Your eyes keep focusing and unfocusing like they're getting adjusted, and the room doesn't seem so dark anymore. God, how long did you pass out? As you tried to gather your thoughts (if the spell was easy on you enough to actually leave some), memories of the ritual came flooding back—the chanting in latin, the flickering candle(s), the punching smell of herbs, the murder attempt from a wolf spirit/ghost?! who the hell knows anymore? Now you were wide awake, and everything felt different. If it weren't for the fucking ritual that was just performed on you, you would've blamed the faint ringing in your years, shitty eyesight, and banging headache on a terrible hangover or a cold so bad it would make your throat ache for the tea your mom would make you when your immune system failed you. She promised she would teach me how to make it. Your grief echoed to you.

You rub at your temples at thats when you notice why did your nails feel heavier than usual. You had fucking claws, well, not animal claws, but they are honorably elongated and sharper than they had ever been. As you looked up from your lap, your eyes fell on a mirror.

A tall mirror leaning on its back legs, with black edges and details on the rim, you would again appreciate if you had the ability to see a single thing in the distance.

Your eyes widened, mortified, seeing yourself. It looked like one of your parents's worst nightmares. Something out of a dream your mom would have—a nightmare so nasty and vivid she would be forced by her paranoia to get up and check that you're still in bed sleeping soundly.

Your eyes were no longer the familiar color you have seen in the mirror or in old photos of your family members you've grown to love. The shade wasn't even close to yours; crazy how one small change made such a big difference in your appearance. Your pupils were slitted vertically, shrinking only to dilate a little once again, getting adjusted. You slowly got up on foal legs and fell on your knees in front of the mirror. Even if you didn't think it was night because you weren't seeing darkness, the light of the moon shone down on the mirror and floor thanks to the now open curtains. That's when your vision stopped unfocusing and finally cleared.

You were now looking at yourself. It felt incredibly alien and familiar at the same time; you looked at yourself every day, whether it was the mirror in your bathroom at home, a crappy motel one that faced the bed (which you cover up with a scoff each time), or a reflection in the car of your vanity mirror checking yourself before going in a precinct, pretending to be a reporter (the things middle-aged pigs would confess to a doe-eyed girl from the press..).

You gently pulled the corner of your upper lip only to reveal your enlarged and sharpened front canines. Your hand fell and instead went to cover your mouth in order to muffle your sobs. You must have done a horrible job because the second you slapped the hand over your mouth, you heard Willlow gasp as if she felt it too.

She drops the food she was unpacking and runs in, taking a moment to calm her heaving chest in the doorway; her hands were holding it like an earthquake had shaked her up; even her round glasses had slipped and rested on the tip of her nose.

"_______, you woke up!" she exclaims cheerfully. "I was just—how do you fee-?"

She kept stuttering and cutting herself off. Willow didn't need to say anything else; she saw the tears welling up in your eyes and felt the same shock you did from the kitchen.

🧿🧿🧿- later on, you have to bump into the Winchesters one way or another

- and it's exactly on a full moon when this time the ball isn't in your court and you don't get to decide whether you turn or not.

- your claws are sharp, your eyes have changed their original color completely with your pupils vertically slit, and your teeth (conveniently) remain the same; only a few of your front canines are enlarged and sharpened.

- as for senses, it's downright spectacular.

- you can hear deer stepping on tree branches, foxes running, and owls hooting when you're driving by the forest

- you smell how many people are in a room

- you have night vision (yes, your eyes to the flashy thingamajiggy when someone blinds you with their flashlight).

- as a hunter, you already know that your claws and fangs can rip out a human heart.

- ironically, as this whole situation is, you hunt alone on the principle that you don't long for companionship as some lycanthropes do.

- you've turned into a literal killing machine with no instinct to kill, so hunting with others is off the table since at the first sign of a threat (they think you are one, but you really aren't), a hunter exterminates.

- you meet the Winchesters on a ghoul hunt

- you have taken the case before them, but when you couldn't get anywhere with identifying whatever evil being was tormenting the locals with their mere presence, you thought about ditching it since it doesn't look like your type of thing and took the consideration that maybe humans were fucking around this time.

- so when you heard the FBI are in town investigating the case (detective Page and Plant), you placed that town in your rear view mirror; they got it covered..right?

- but something didn't feel right- it wasn't the shame of leaving a case with your tail between your legs (pun intended) with the weak motive, 'Maybe humans are really fucking around this time.'

- something wasn't right, so even if you were tired, you abruptly stopped the car and went over your research spread out on the flat of your closed trunk

- the slits of your eyes dance over the words on your laptop, your papers, and an old lore book you fought tooth and nail for. When you realized it's a ghoul you're dealing with, you turned the car around and went over every speed limit like hellhounds were scratching at your tires. It was your job to not let anybody else get hurt or someone else's grave be violated

- as the light of the moon shined down on you and your wild eyes looked back at you from the rear view mirror, you knew you couldn't have anyone see you, you had to be invisible

- *time skip* (as much as it pains me 'cause i am a sucker for details :))- you swoop in time to save the Winchesters

- and if they weren't tied up, they would've started fighting you too, because why was there a whole ass werewolf fist fighting a ghoul?? John trained them like Spartan warriors, but nothing prepared them for something like this.

- so they sit there like:??????

- they watch you take out a fucking ghoul all by yourself

- the head of the ghoul's person they're impersonating rolls onto the floor. You have to remind yourself it's not a real person; it's an evil spirit who kills to feed

- by the time you wipe the blood off your face, smearing it a bit in the process, and cut the ties holding the hunters loose, Sam is unnable to look away from your slit eyes adorned by a strange color that strangely suits you

- literally hearts in his fawn brown eyes like you still don't have blood on your face and you aren't trying to catch your breath; also, you took a nasty punch to your cheek, and he's pretty sure it's gonna leave a bruise, but he totally doesn't care, why? why do you ask?

- by the way Sam is scrunitizing you, and oh yeah, Sam is scrunitizing you, you're sure you're gonna have to ditch since you've been in this situation before and you know how it always ends

- there was no 'explaining yourself' to hunters when they saw you under the full moon or when they saw you change because you had to.

Before you can even open your mouth they have their methaphorical pitchforks sharpened and torches lit up, prepared to slaughter you, and if you're honest, you can't even blame them for it because you would've done the same.

- Dean rubs his wrist with his right hand; the imprint of the rope is still fresh on his skin like a tattoo. Sam focuses on not choking when you catch him staring.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean thinks out loud. You take a big lungs-exploding sigh and give a shot at introducing yourself since they seem more civilized than most hunters are

- Sam geeks out about you

He doesn't question you because he is suspicious (he has the right to be but surprisingly isn't). He has to feed his noisy, information-hungry brain or he will spontaneously combust

- "Are your senses even more enhanced during the full moon, or are they the same?"

- "Can you smell when somebody is afraid? Like the hormones from their pores?"

- "Is it annoying to always have super hearing? Like has it ever caused you to be..I don't know.. Anxious? It did?" He mourns over you, trying to imagine himself in your situation but possibly can't.

- "I'm really sorry you had to go through a whole..change all by yourself, but it just shows how strong you are, some don't even make it 'til the end."

- After you were done explaining to Sam (to which he gladly sat himself down and listened) how sometimes you genuinely consider you're inevitably going to become what you hunt and how in the beginning you and your senses have butted heads, how you had no idea how to go through it without having panic attacks because the click of a doorknob was sensitive to your hearing like a veteran was scared of fireworks, how you accidentally ripped a motel door off its hinges, a result of you being slightly irritated, still getting acoustumed to your abilities. Dean would go.

"..Do dog whistles work on y–" Before getting an elbow in the ribs by a glaring Sam.

- more shit Dean would ask you for the sake of his own little curiosity

- "Is 'bitch' even more offensive now?"

- "Who do you think would win in a fight? You or Jacob Black?"

- "What do I smell like? Y'know, since you can pick up on scents and alldat."

- Dean calls you Cujo

- It's the one nickname you can get behind, asking him what he thought about the book, and he's like, "Oh, I watched the movie, but i know a little. Sammy used to rattle on and on about his books when he was younger."

- if you think about it, an alais doesn't sound so bad in theory or practice while hunting.

- it's secretive, the boys don't need to divulge your real name, and it's actually high-key kickass (I literally watched Cujo just so I know what I'm talking about, a.k.a. the second reason why it took a millenium and a half for me to post these; the first reason is that i suck)

- Dean is thrilled to get to call you that- he gets this fucking smirk, like a dad about to drop the worst joke ever made on everyone, you and Sam brace yourselves for what's coming with matching eyerolls-

"Let's fuck em' up, Cujo."

- "Cujo, dude, you're just itching to raise a little hell right now, aren't you?"

- "Uh- a bacon cheeseburger, soda, yo, Cujo whaddya want? My treat >:]."

- "Cujo, put on that song you were listening to; I had it in my head the entire hunt." (I didn't mention the genre or artist bc I like to imagine Dean listening to everyone's fav category; ex. I imagine Dean screaming bikini kill lyrics whenever i'm sad)

- if you thought the 'canine/wolf' teasing stopped here, you're so painfully wrong

- Dean made you a mixtape, because that's his love language apparently, with only songs that are about werewolves

- I feel like it took him a longer time to find a suitable title than the songs themselves

- he has all of the possible picks on a piece of paper that stays in the pocket of his fifty pound leather jacket.

- the titles are: Songs to transform into; The howlin' hits; Songs that will make you wag your tail—that one is crossed out because he knows you will make him eat the tape if he does settle on it; Love at first bite; and finally the one he settled for is Songs you can sink your teeth into. Dean smiled at his work, it didn't feel like a prank anymore it was more like a gift and he didn't feel any ugly emotion or insecurity try to pull him back into not getting attached to you.

The final touch was a note saying

"Hey, Cujo, thought you might want these howlin' hits whenever you need to tune the world out.

P.S. : Sam told me to add one of the songs, it's that punk stuff you like - Dean"

- The songs he prudently picked out are these : Of Wolf and Man by Metallica; Bark at the Moon by Ozzy Osbourne; I Was A Teenage Werewolf by The Cramps; Wolf Moon by Type O Negative; Witch Wolf by STYX; Run with the Wolf by Rainbow; Lycanthropy by G.B.H and others.

- you accidentally made a kid cry once- a ball was literally flying towards you and you caught it just in time, thanks to your reflexes

- instinctively, you turned around in time and caught the ball as your claws grew and sank into the inanimate object

- it's all "Nice relfexes, _____" praise from Dean and proud and shy smiles from Sam until the owner of the ball starts sobbing in front of you

- it's a kid, a boy with red hair, no older than six years of age

- but we all know Dean's charm is basically made for this

- so he handles both the kid and his mom (flirting with a milf all day, poor Dean)

- you keep apologizing to the kid and the mom, but Dean just waves you off; you don't understand his generosity until Sam tells you that you accidentally secured Dean's hookup for tonight.

- Since Dean is not coming, not until early morning, nor is he there to call you and Sam 'dorks', you and his younger brother take advantage of it.

- you guys have a movie night with the most random movies ever

- it is chaotic

- from rom-coms you switch to a world war II documentary, then you watch re-runs of House MD on tv.

- Dean stumbles in at like five something a.m. and takes a picture of you and Sam snuggling under a blanket while the tv light casts shadows of orange and cold colors on your defenseless expressions.

- but can somebody actually blame you? Or Sam, for that matter?

- honorably want to mention your body heat is also enhanced

- You and Sam were sitting with your sides pressed into each other

- you were radiating pure furnace body heat, how could he not be sleepy??

- but that's not the only reason Sam knocks out so heavily

- it's you he's sitting down with (relaxing for once in his life) watching a ridiculous episode of House with thirteen ads rolling every ten minutes accompanied by lazy talking as if you're not debating books only you and morally grey forty-year-olds read (where that Kansas drawl of his is much more audible and pretty), after a marathon of fatally random movies

- younger Sam who had trouble going to sleep/getting some shut-eye because Dean and John are out late on a hunt.

- Sam especially couldn't fall asleep because Dean wasn't there

- it was a different story when Dean was at the age where he couldn't hunt but he could use a pistol and take care of his little brother

- both of them in a relatively warm motel room, alone (since John fucked off to god-knows-where, to hunt a monster they are never to breathe in the direction of as a conversation subject.)

- little Sammy (age where he believed nothing could beat his older brother) could peacefully fall asleep knowing Dean stays up and watches over him like a hawke, reading comic books by the tv light

- where little Dean keeps chanting in his head what Sammy is supposed to do after eating his dinner.

- Watch tv or look at the comic with me (Sammy can't read yet), brush his teeth, then tuck him in bed.

- now pre-teen Sam can hardly sleep

- he is plagued/tormented by flashing images his overthinking big brain mades of a thousand situations where his family got hurt, if not even killed

- Sam's grip on the shotgun is shaking; it shakes even harder when John's bark booms over his shoulder, right into his ear.

- "Sammy, dammit, what are you going to do when a demon breaks through the door and me and your brother aren't there to protect you?!"

- but Sam isn't twelve anymore

- he's a responsible adult

- snuggled beside you and denying any eepy allegations you decide to accuse him of

- so, the heat you contribute, the soft speaking on the tv, the darkness of the room, you being there is enough to lull Sam to sleep

- studies show you feel sleepy around the people you trust ;)

- the position you two fell asleep in cannot be described in any other word than childish

- somehow you would catch two kids, sleeping over at one of the other's houses, knocked out, and snoring in the same bed after watching a horror movie

- on one of the two queens the motel room contributes (the one closest to the tv) you and Sam have made this fluffy nest full of pillows, a huge blanket, plus a random quilt Bobby pulled out of thin air and gave it to you when he heard you complaining about the petal-thin blankets motels have during cold ass weather.

- When you both lied down on the bed with your legs greedily streched out, backs pressed against the headboard, and your head is resting on the wall while Sam, magically, was still able to hold his up after the very long day all of you endured. You predicted one of you wouldn't survive being in each other's presence and make it out not asleep, and god, you hoped it was you.

- Sam's breathing slows down after a while of comfortable silence, and you’re sure he's dying until you spare one quick glance and see him, downright snoozing with his lips parted without a care in the world, ghosts and eerie phenomenons weren't bothering or needing him now.

- during all of the movies and documentary and fuckin lazy intellectual commentary nobody else would have the patience to discuss with you or Sam, he somehow migrated on the bed/nest with his side flush against yours, like a magnet to another; it was inevitable not to stick together, literally.

- your shoulder was now pressed into his forearm, your head no longer resting uncomfortably, and his temple is resting on the top of your head.

- but (unfortunately) you weren't hugging or anything- like a mirror or a copycat, Sam has his arms crossed, just like you, so maybe that's why you didn't wake up full on cuddling, that does sound good though your brain mourns

- When you do wake up, the only slight change you notice is that you're sleeping on your side..so is Sam. You're facing Sam's neck and chin, and up close and personal, you can actually count the too-sexy amount of moles he modestly posesses. His arm serves the role of a pillow underneath his head, and the other is resting with his palm down facing the mattress.

- with Sam taking up the entire attention of your senses, it takes an emmbarassing while for you to hear the shower running, Dean; did he see you both like this? Was he going to mention it? Your gut fills with a small dose of embarrassement, preparing you for what's yet to come, and it protests at that.

- much displeasure from your senses to your brain and your heart that wanted to breathe Sam in more as he (hopefully) breathes you out, you turn on your other side, unconsciously careful not to disturb Clifford over here, and you try to determine what time it is from your surroundings alone.

- the light blue sneaking its way through the dark closed curtains and the slight chill in the air points all arrows to seven or eight in the morning, you could go back to sleep.

- Dean wasn't just feeling gracious; he didn't and wasn't even planning on sparing you or Sam

- that day, when he separately gets the both of you alone, he has the exact same conversation with different but not so different people.

-"You should've seen the two of you this morning when I came in, two kittens snoring together, it was fuckin' adorable." Dean teased–

—Monday, 13:34 p.m. — as he tossed his clothes into one of the laundromat's washing machines, making Sam paralyze in his seat as his fingers started fidgeting with the edges of his hoodie.

"You did?.." He inquires, not knowing what exactly Dean saw just this morning. Sam only woke up a little after you went back to sleep. He swore his cheek must have burned a hole through the pillow with how hard he was blushing. You were so close. There was a good distance between the edge of the bed and you. So your back was flush against his chest. If you're wondering where his arm went, it was around your waist. Sam—your own personal seatbelt. He probably thinks it's his fault too. Dean never ceased to describe Sam as a 'cuddlebug'.

"Uh-huh" Dean hums a confirmation, acting casual, scarily casual. Sam feels the teasing in Dean's tone; it's there, but Dean is not fully teasing yet, like he wants Sam to confess something first after boiling in his embarrassement for long enough.

—Monday, 20:02 p.m. — as he pulled the Impala into the driveway of a fast-food place you were so invested in you even forgot the name of; you froze and looked at him, searching for any emotion that might give him away, but Dean was a brick wall, a slight very Dean siginificant parted lips smirk paired with squinted eyes over the wheel, carefully driving into the driveway. Even the car seemed to betray you in your moment of weakness because you swear the volume is lower than it was a few seconds ago. Ozzy Osbourne's laugh can still be heard from the speakers, even if it's barely audible over your racing thoughts or your hearing trying its hardest to pick up on Dean's thoughts. The rythym of the drums seems to sync up with your heartbeat, or the other way around, you're not sure. Over every little sound, there still seems to be a little silence to fit in. You swallow a lump in your throat.

"..We had a movie night, we just fell asleep like that, that's all." You mumble, and Dean starts to feel a little bad for letting you be a victim to his spotlight-teasing and giving you no shade to reprieve to or show his undying approval.

Somehow, you still worry if Dean believes you have ruined the dynamic, and now he's cornering you to tell you to stop it or something (overthinking anxiety worms are eating away at your critical thinking skills). You just worry about what he thinks of this. You still worry about the Dean who doesn't correct random people on cases who mistake you and Sam for a couple; the Dean who just has to leave some arsenal or luggage in the front, just so you are forced to share the backseat with Sam; the Dean who always has to group you and Sam in a category when he teases you both (Geeks, nerds, smartasses, etc.). Cupid works hard, but Dean Winchester works harder.

"Hey-, Cuj- Doll." Dean sputters, switching glances between you and the wheel.

This didn't go as he planned it would, and now he is facing the consequences. The way you shrink in your seat and the way you avoid catching his eye makes Dean feel like a douchebag. If he didn't know any better he would thinks he is, but then you would actually be able to read him like a book and tell him otherwise. You hear the desperation in his voice; your candle of hope comes back to life and lights up. Your head turns to look at him with pleading eyes. Please don't be angry, please don't kick me to the curb, let me stay in the backseat a little more. Dean lets out a shaky exhale that turns into a laugh; he runs a hand down his face. You've watched him do that every time he got jumpscared by the monthly spirit with unfinished business. It was something you imagined Dean picked up from John, the picture in your head so clear (at least from the pictures you saw)— a tired dad in an old squeaky motel chair with a whiskey glass in his hand doing the same motion Dean was doing right now. Dean would mimic his father's gestures to try to look more like him; he didn't have his brunette curly hair, his dark brown eyes, Sam did.

Dean never had his voice either; he only perfected his bark to match his dad's. Sam hated the way his reflection resembled his father, Dean was either jealous of him for it or couldn't wrap his head around as to why his brother hated being their dad, probably the latter. Dad, at least in Dean's eyes, was a hero, a figure to be admired and emulated. But Sam? He didn't even have to try. Sam and John were so alike that they clashed constantly like two stubborn stags locking antlers in a duel.

"..Dean?" You call him out; you had no idea what was going on in his head; it would be pretty damn nice if you could know. Dean shots his head up at the mention of his name.

"Yeah?—sorry, I just, you and Sam are just so—" He sighs. "it's about time you two crazy kids broke that touch barrier." He guffaws, slowly pulling up to the ordering kiosk.

A new song starts playing on Dean's "hot summa' nights driving" mixtape, Emmit Remmus by The Red Hot Chili Peppers, he added it when Sam said that's one of his favorites.

- do I need to talk about how much of an immense help you have been on hunts?

- you don't need to help out on every hunt despite Sam's disappointment and Dean's kid-like joy to have their friend help them out who is a professional/werewolf/hunter/geek, who kind of gets his references?? But you are geniunely so good it's funny to have the boys call you up and be like "..so we need help". They're happy you'll show up but there is still that lick of shame that taunts the Winchesters whenever they are forced to call for aid.

- this one time, you wanted to hug them after not seeing them for two weeks, and when you went to attack Sam, you heard his bones crack.

- your strength still surprises you and knocks other people off their feet

- it was so loud (atleast for you), you were sure you broke something

- Sam did nothing but give you his (killer) dimply smile and reassure you didn't do anything (even if he slightly grunted); while Dean whined like a kid saying (lying) he doesn't want a hug (you coaxed him into it eventually)

- Sam feels like he's not allowed to call you by your nickname, like he fears it's Dean's thing and not his

- so when he finally puts on his big boy pants, he's like, "Uhh–Cujo- 🧍‍♂️so get this.."

- all red and shy, trying to act casual, as if he doesn't wonder about the reaction you might have if he calls you other nicknames, like honey, sweetheart, even baby, or if he had the excuse to hold your hand, how would you hold it? Fingers interlocked or palms flat?

- Sam would also love to just marvel at your slit eyes; if he could he would take a picture and put it in his wallet; don't get me wrong if he had one where you were normal, he would cherish it just as much.

- Sam thinks your nickname is actually really cool (probably because it's a Stephen King reference, nerd), and you take that as a compliment. Sam is hard to entertain or please by his brother's antics.

- But he prefers saying your name

- there's something so intimate about the syllables rolling off his tongue so easily

- "_____, Are you okay? What is it? The soundproof earmuffs? I'll go get them." When everything, and I mean when every sound is just too much.

- Sam got them for you; he couldn't handle seeing you wince one more time whenever a car with a bad engine would pass by the motel (during a stressful hunt); its tires squealing under the concrete, making a faint sound for the boys, but for you so much louder.

- you know how pathethic it is to be affected by such small things when you're blessed with such powers? How can you call yourself a hunter when decibels, frequencies, and fucking tire squeals make you their bitch? You wish you could train yourself in a way that would make you less sensitive to certain sounds. It just adds to the reasons why hunters have the excuse or classify you as "the frail one" not only because you're a girl. When you used to hunt with your dad and sometimes mom, the amount of dog-shit comments from other hunters who had sons, were nothing but mysogynistic, curlish, and ruthless. "Are you sure the riffle isn't too heavy?", "Does she even know how to kill this thing?", "She's going to drag us down, do you want us to die?"— the type of comments that would make your dad shoot daggers into them, defend you "She's a goddamn ______, what do you think?", and whisper into your ear "Show em' what you're made of." and you would (stubbornly) listen to his advice to the damn letter after you almost mouthed them off.

Your dad believed in "Actions are sometimes louder than words." and all that adult crap, you were not as zen.

Your mom actually encouraged the sarcasm you have replied with in the past. The funniest memory your mother can recall is a story she tells at every gathering and every chance she gets to everyone, she praised you like crazy. When another hunter's son had the nerve to fuck with a twelve-year-old you. "Aren't you afraid of breaking a nail out there?" The boy sneered, puffing out his chest like a peacock. You stared at him with pure disbelief. "The only way I'm breaking a nail tonight is by kicking your ass, you cocky brainless jerk." You spat back, your mother and father were there and so was the boy's father; the gravity of the situation was on your shoulders, and their stares felt even heavier in comparison; intimidating him was 100% on the table. You felt like everyone had the same exact thought occuring them, an unspoken demand passed everyone there, even you: Do something. And you did. Your mother's jaw went slack; she doubled over, gripping whatever surface was near her and she started to chortle, with her shoulders shaking like never before. Your father was holding in a chuckle while massaging the bridge of his nose.

- Sam has to disagree with you whenever you complain about how your senses make you look or about the way you underestimate yourself. "What?! You can't be serious. _____, It doesn't mean you're weak. In fact, it makes you even more interesting. Everyone has an Achilles heel; yours is stronger because you're an amazing hunter who figured a way out. It makes you even stronger, I have no idea how you deal with this crap! Dean and I would've gone insane if we were in your shoes for more than a day."

- he is also forcing back his infamous (spectacular) bitchface

- he doesn't 'hold back' actually

- he geniunely cannot glare at you, not when you're like this. He can make a few exceptions, like when you join in Dean's teasing/joking (the silly rambunctious energy Dean carries around had, unfortunately, contiminated you or awakened yours)

- or when you start teasing Sam yourself, he shoots you a glare that classifies as nothing but hot (in your book at least), the kind of Sam glare that makes you flush knowing he doesn't mean it at all.

- Dean making you those fake ass I.D's like "Joan Jett", "Stevie Nicks", "Kathleen Hanna" and when you asked him to make more subtle ones he was like, bet. "Kelly Hammer", "Diana Bowie", "Laura Ulrich".

a/n: I wanted to apologize again for taking so long and for the unnecessary amount of context that literally nobody asked for. Uhh yeah and feedback would be very much appreciated<3, sava out *mic drop*

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #spn #supernatural fanfiction #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #supernatural headcanons #supernatural fandom #supernatural season 1 #reader insert #supernatural imagine #supernatural fic #sava preaches

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flipidifloppody · 7 months ago

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𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐦.𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬‼️- angst, fluff, smuttt, abuse, crying, violence, toxic relationship, jealousy, not eating, mentions of sh and suicide, swearing, NSFW.

fem! reader , matt sturniolo.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -

Boston Massachusetts,

two best friends with two different backstories. One blinded by love that she can't see it going down hill. The other head over heels for HER but is too scared to admit it. But what will happen when the toxicness catches up on the relationship?

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it was not long ago that i got a message from my boyfriend, Finn. It was an unusual relationship. it was like i loved him to much and he just used me as a side girlfriend. but he still loved me, right?

the message read,

"hey, still up for tonight?"

i quickly grabbed my phone and typed back "yeah ofcourse i'm excited!"

it was left on read so i just shut my phone and continued getting ready for tonight before i got a message from matt. my bestfriend since i could remember, but also the boy that finn dispised.

apparently he was to 'clingy' or 'touchy' with me. i always thought it was normal though? i mean matt is a very touchy person but that's just the way he is.

the message read "hey, haven't spoke in a while, you okay?"

i replied with a quick "yeah but gotta go have plans with finn ttyl?"

he reacted to the message with a thumbs up.

i pulled on a fresh love hoodie (chris' brand matts brother) and the matching sweats to it, since we're only going to finns house to 'hang out'. i ran a brush through my hair to neaten it up abit before quickly plugging my phone into the charger to charge it up for a bit.

after it was fully charged i hopped into my car and was quick to put it in reverse pulling out of my driveway.

i was around five minutes away from finns house, like basically around the corner from it. the ending from 'les' just fineshed and i pulled into his driveway, getting out of the car and giving his door a quick light knock

he opened the door with a slight smile on his face, almost smug. i just ignored it and walked into the house behind him.

it was quite a basic house but it was big. bigger than my house and most of the houses on the street, he didn't really know how to decorate it though i could tell that.

he led me to the couch to sit beside him, to watch a movie but all he really did while it was playing was be on his phone supposedly texting his 'friends' but i know for a fact it wasn't

i tried to ignore the fact that he was literally not paying attention to me whatsoever, so i just pulled out my phone and saw a message from matt, i didn't see it before since my phone was on so not disturb because i actually wanted to spend time with finn.

"you having fun?"

i stared at the message for abit before responding

"not really he's basically ignoring me"

i stared at the bubble to show he was typing and zoned out staring at it, not realising he had sent a text and finn was trying to talk to me

"y/n? y/n?!" he basically shouted taking me surprise and lifting my head up

"hm?" i reply softly to then realise he was looking through the messages with me and matt, i quickly looked up in confusion and tried to grab it of him.

"wtf are you doing finn?!"

he ignores me and continues to swipe through the messages

"i'm definitely ignoring you aren't i?" he said with an angry- ish tone

"i-i'm sorry it's just.. you where on your phone the whole time i thought you were..?"

he shakes his head and shuts my phone off and stares at me

"if you wanna talk to him that much while WERE together then go be with him. but trust me that would be a big mistake wouldn't it?" he said adding more pressure on his grip on my chin forcing me to look up at him

"no- no finn it's really not what you think i promise.. we're just friends"

"hmm are you now" he says with a cooing tone. i just gulp and sit there feeling guilty over myself even though i wasn't the one in the wrong here.. it was him. what did i do wrong?

"see have nothing to say now do you. i'm your boyfriend y/n not stupid little matt got me?"

i gulp and swallow "i know your my boyfriend i only see matt as a friend i swear"

he nods in approval before harshly softening his grip on my chin and placing a kiss on my lips softly and then sitting back down on his phone acting as if nothing had happened.

it's been around 2 hours since i got home, i went home coz i said i felt sick, i really didn't though i just wanted to get away from him he always controls me and it gets really frustrating sometimes. i know he's my boyfriend and all but cmon i've known matt for ages ofcourse i see him as only a friend.. right?

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a/n: this one is only short since it's the first part but there will be longer parts part two might be out tomorrow or the day after i don't know since it's gonna be longer than usual. i don't plan on doing any more series just yet but maybeee😽

@sturnsfav @strawberrysturniolo @hoesformatt @lovingmattysposts @lovingchrissposts @sturniccz @sturnioloslurps @sturniolo @sturniololoverr

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #spotify

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songbirdseung · 7 months ago

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blurred hearts / park sunghoon ft. sim jake

synopsis: I can't wait for the next life to be with you, i want you now and forever. what can I do to have you see me the way you see him?

pairing: bestfriend!sunghoon x reader, boyfriend!jake x reader, love triangle

warnings: one sided love, relationship troubles, lmk if i missed anything.

wc: 2.3k

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Your upset best friend, Park Sunghoon hangs up the phone for the third time this week. You called late at night to ramble, rant and cry about your boyfriend who has not been the best towards you these days. The other days of the week were spent face to face, you; running over to his house to ramble, rant, and cry about the same thing. With the messy emotions boiling within you, you fail to notice the same messy whirlpool of emotions swimming in Sunghoon; the man who remains stuck in the friendzone.

"Why don't you just break up with him?" He says as he hands you another box of tissues. "You don't understand, I love him."

"You'd know how it would feel if you loved someone the same way I love Jake." He looks at you as you wipe your tears, seeing you in this state for a past few weeks has given him another reminder why he wants to protect and care for you.

"I do love someone, maybe even more than the way you love Jake" Oh, how he wished he could cast a spell over you to stop crying over your boyfriend and wake up and see what was right next to you, him, Sunghoon.

"Who's that?" This time you actually stop and look at him for the first time again since you opened the door for him. He shakes his head indicating how he won't tell you. "I did not come here to discuss my love life while yours is in shambles." and with what he said, you start crying again, lightly shoving him "Then why did you say it, gosh I hate you." Not effected by your emotional and physical jab, he laughs it off and pulls you into a hug "I love you too."

Back at his house, he knew you were right. It doesn't matter if the odds are not in your favor, it doesn't matter if the other person is hurting you emotionally, if you love them...you stay because apparently love is blind.

Sunghoon lays in his bed as he tries to fall asleep, his head turns to the left to look at the picture frame with a photo of you and him during your vacation after high school graduation.

The two of you got permission from both of your parents to go to Switzerland together, you traveled for the first time, just you two. Luckily you did not get lost or had any bad experiences and made yourselves back home in one piece. The picture reminded him always of that core memory you two had but also reminded him of when the kind lady who took the picture for you calling you two a cute couple, you were about to correct her, but Sunghoon just said thank you and joked about how he can't wait to marry you when you both are older.

Sighing as he turned off the lamp, bitterly going to sleep as he realizes that that may never happen, as long as you're under Sim Jake's love spell.

He's sleeping alone with his weighted blanket while you were cuddled up with your boyfriend. Jake was always the cookie cutter, picture perfect, straight out of a rom com (written by a woman) type of man.

The past week just seemed like an off day for you both, a misunderstanding and conflict that caused you to keep running to your best friend. "I'm sorry for the past week baby, I did not mean to make you feel the way you did." Jake soothes you by caressing your back as you lay you head on his chest. "I'm sorry for projecting my work issues on you, I don't know why I let myself do that."

"It's okay, I totally understand. I mean I would get mad at anyone too if my boss was a complete asshole." You both share a chuckle and Jake kisses your forehead, falling asleep to each other's warmth and presence.

The next day after work, you made your way to the main exit of the building and you find both of the men waiting for you outside, leaning against their cars. "I didn't know you and douchebag made up" Sunghoon was never fond of Jake, he would tell you how he could see pass his "good boy" facade, Jake on the other hand never understood how Sunghoon could hate him when they barely exchanged a few hellos back then. "Dude, I-" you walk up to Jake quickly asking him to just leave it. "Baby, don't. It's okay, He didn't mean it."

"Yes, I did." Sunghoon says, not sparing a glance at the both of you. "Sunghoon, why are you here? and what's with the attitude?"

"I thought to pick you up since you and lover boy were not on good terms, but I guess you two made up." He tries to play off the jealousy by shrugging and having a nonchalant look on his face as he enters his car. "See you around, yeah?" Without waiting for a reply he drives away.

"That best friend of yours really hates me" Jake draws little circles on your back as he pulls you closer for a hug. "I guess after all the times you've made me cry the past week, it's safe to say, yes he does."

He laughs, looking unbothered by it "As long as you're always gonna be mine" he says as he opens the passenger side door for you. "Always."

The car ride home was better than the last time he picked you up, now there was less tension and back to normal. His free hand holding yours while stealing kisses from you during a red light or a stop sign. "Why don't we head to the store, pick up a few things and drive home to have a game night?" Jake suggested. "Let's make sure this game night, stays as game night, alright lover boy" teasing him with the nickname Sunghoon called him earlier. "You know the name Loverboy doesn't bother me, love." shaking your head, you just continue to watch Jake drive you both to the store safely.

Meanwhile back at the bar, Sunghoon is seated next to his friends Heeseung and Jay. "You know, Sunghoon...I hate to say this but-"

"Shut up, I know you're gonna tell me I don't have a shot with yn"

"Oh, so you do know but still decide to be an idiot?"

"We might as well record our same old advice and you could replay it every time you're back in this situation." He rolls his eyes and shoves Jay's face away from his. "You guys are such 'great' friends" the other men laugh and nudge Sunghoon. "We are only joking but also, it's the truth man, I know you like her a lot but she's happy with Jake."

"Also, he's not that bad of a guy, I used to work with him." Heeseung shares a short story on Jake. But this doesn't change Sunghoon's outlook on him. "Clearly jealousy is clouding your judgment" Jay takes away the drink from Sunghoon and reminding him he has work tomorrow.

"Wait, have you ever tried confessing to yn?" He shakes his head, telling them how it was clear that you never liked him. "Really? I remember her telling me in college that she had a crush on you when we were in-" not caring about the rest of Jay's story, he books it out of the bar and heads to your house. "Great, you made him delulu, thinking he can pull her now" Heeseung and Jay laugh seeing their friend stumble out the chair and run to his car.

Yes, he was still sober, but he was drunk on you. As he drives, he's thinking about all those times back in college, wondering if you really had a crush on him back then. But as he pulls into your driveway, he spots Jake's car in the garage, oh how lovely.

Nonetheless, he's at your door, ringing the doorbell. "Hello how-" Jake's sentence was cut short once he sees who's at the door. "I need to talk to yn" Sunghoon enters your house, not looking at Jake and just makes his way over to you. "Okay..." Jake awkwardly closes the door and goes over to you.

"Woah, Sunghoon what are you doing here?"

"He said he wanted to talk to you, So, I'll give you to some privacy. I'll be in the room, love." Kissing you and walking away. To this, Sunghoon looks away but rolls his eyes. Once he hears the bedroom door close, he jumps into action. Sitting next to you on the floor that was decorated with blankets, fairy lights, and snacks. The tv screen illuminated by the game you put on pause.

"Jay told me you had a crush on me back in college, that true?" You blink more than you usually do, bewildered on why that made him come over so suddenly. "Well, yeah but only for like a month?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" You think back to the time, and you remember the day you did see him in a different way. "I think it was just because I just got dump by that guy I was seeing, after that I kind of reminisced about how different you two would treat me." You looked at Sunghoon who was waiting for the direct explanation, so you continued. "You always treated me like a princess and reminded me how worthy I was, so I guess during that month I started developing feelings for you."

"And?"

"I didn't do anything about it because that same month, you started dating that one girl from your class." At this point, Sunghoon was now wishing he just stayed for the rest of Jay's story. "Why did you rush all the way here, also, were you drinking?"

"Maybe..I was with Jay and Heeseung."

"Answer my question.

"I did"

"The first question, Hoon"

"I don't remember what it was."

"Don't bs me, you're not drunk" He sighs and quickly thinks on an excuse to give you. "I was so curious, that's all, besides I was driving home, thought I stop by" you weren't convinced in the slightest, but you know there was no more budging this dude, so you nod and tell him whatever.

A little later Sunghoon goes back home, and Jake comes back into the living room. "What was that about?" Sitting back down in his spot and picking up his controller. "He found out I had a small crush on him back in college before you and I dated, he was curious..."

"Well, yeah the guy has a huge crush on you now, maybe he thought you were-"

"Wait what?"

"Oh, c'mon babe, it's so obvious." You pause the game again and face your boyfriend, waiting for more explanations. "I'm a dude, he's a dude, I basically know he likes you based off on how he acts, especially around me with you." Still not believing it, Jake suggests you call him, being direct and just ask him. So, you do, he hands you your phone and you dial his number.

When you call, Sunghoon has just entered his house and locked the door when he hears your ringtone. Picking up and he immediately wants to go run and hide. "Do you like me, Sunghoon?"

"Of course, you're my best friend. Of course-"

"Not platonically, Sunghoon. Do you have feelings for me?"

"What you gonna do if I do?"

As much as he wants you to drop that boyfriend of yours and be with him, he knows it too selfish to take you away from your happy relationship. But with the number of times where he put you first before his own self, was we wishing you would do so? "You know what, yn let's forget about it, I don't want to ruin what you have with Jake" then hangs up the phone. "So?" Jake looks at you with 'I told you so' look, making you glare at him. "He does..."

"You'll probably have to talk to him seriously next time you guys meet" this time when you pick up your controller, you don't have the same excitement you had before, now you're nervous and scared that you might have just lost your best friend. "I'm sorry I even brought that up, now you're in this predicament."

"No, babe. It's fine, it's better I find out than never."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to help him move on?" confused with your own answer that it came out as a question. "That'll be awkward."

And for sure it was, because the next two days Sunghoon manage to dodge you and hide away, but those victories of avoiding you ends now. You stand at his front door. With the help of Jay and Heeseung, you three manage to plan something to get him to come out of his house. Sunghoon got ready to meet Jay but when he opened the door to leave, he saw you. "We need to talk."

"What is there to talk about? Yn, you know now that I like you but there's nothing you can do about it." Sunghoon tries to walk past you to get to his car but when he looks in the driveway, his car isn't there. "Jay took your car but don't worry, you're coming with me." Taking his arm and bringing him to your car. "I don't understand how you say I can't do anything about it when-"

"It's not like you're going to break up with Jake to be with me yn, you love him. You don't love me that way, I can't just force you to." You stop walking and face him again. "I can't get you to fall for me by making moves on you because that's not fair to Jake and you. So please, just forget about it."

He gently removes your hand off him and fixes his jacket. "Just go home yn" you try to walk close to him, but he just backs up, away from you. "Sunghoon, I don't want to lose you."

"But yn, I already lost you years ago." He takes your silence a chance to retrieve back into his house and locking the door behind him. The barrier keeping you two apart.

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multixsposts · 7 months ago

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The Jock pt2

Context-> the reader finally realizes that Suguru Geto is no good for her, so she decides to end things, but what happens when the ex bestfriend of the jock swoops in and steals ‘his girl’?.

Warnings -> strong language and name calling will be mentioned.

Fandom/Ship-> Jujutsu Kaisen | Suguru GetoxFem!reader | Satoru GojoxFem!reader

a/n-> i hope you all enjoy, sorry for any incorrect grammar.

You take a deep breath.

Today is the day you’re finally going to gather the courage to end things between you and suguru.

You thought that after the special day everything would be different, and it was!..only for three days, So you’re waiting in the janitor’s closet in the dark wishing Suguru would hurry up before you lose your nerves.

*knock knock knock*

Three knocks was the code for the two of you to make sure it was no one else

after the knocks he opens the door, squeezing his way into the cluttered closet.

“alright. let’s make this quick, yeah?. got practice in 15 minutes.” he whispers as his hands fly up the bottom of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head.

but what he didn’t expect was your hands pushing his muncher bigger ones away..

“y/n..stop fooling around. I told you i-”

“i’m done with this.” you tell him, your eyes shut, afraid to look at him.

It was quiet for a moment.. too quiet… your eyes stayed shut your hands still on his making sure he wouldn’t try to pull your clothes off either way.

you heard him scoff.

“what?.” his voice harsher than when he came in.

“i-..im done with this…” you got the courage to open your eyes and look at him, his eyes fixed with emotions you couldn’t even put your finger on.

You remove your hands from his and motion them between the two of you.

“i’m over this ‘relationship’ im tired of the way you treat me.. the way you call me names and then act completely different behind closed doors. I don’t deserve this.” you say, your voice growing more confident with every word that left your lips.

His brows furrow, his facial expression turning angry.“you..can’t be serious?.” his head shakes a little as he takes the smallest step away from you, it not making that much of a difference since you two are in a small closet together.

“but i am..Suguru-”

“i told you to call me Geto when we’re alone.” He hushes out, his eyes never leaving yours.

“don’t you see?? that’s the problem…you only care about me when we’re alone..and it’s just because you want to use me, use my body!, but i can’t keep letting myself be hurt by this a-and by you!..” you’re trying not to cry..your voice shaking as you talk to the man that brought you so much pleasure these past couple of months.

“i care about you even when we aren’t alone, y/n. Why are you being this way?. You’re acting like a whiny bitch.” He seethes out, his teeth clenched and his fist bawled up.. obviously angry at the fact that you want to end this sexual relationship.

“you can’t be helped..” you whisper to yourself. “i’ll see you around, Suguru Geto.” you tell him as you go to leave this stuffy closet.

You flinch as his palm makes contact with the wall next to your head that when it collided it made a loud thud.

“S-suguru-” you squeak out, what’s with this sudden aggression?..

“you think you can find someone better than me?. hm?” his voice dropped an octave as his face gets closer to yours.

“you think anyone else is going to want someone like you?.” he lets out a short laugh, “you aren’t even that pretty..you’d be lucky if someone even looked in your direction.” His words were like venom to you. Your heart stung when he spoke.

“So let’s just get this over with. I’m already late to practice take off your-” his words were caught in his throat as he stared you.

You were crying..full on sobbing.

“jesus christ..” he says to himself as his hand went up to his hair to brush the strand that fell out of his face.

You sink to the floor and you pull your knees to you chest as you sobbed.

Suguru pulls out his phone seeing that he was already 5 minutes late.

Any later than that and he’d be benched the entire next game.

“fuck this.” He says as he left you alone in the dark, cold closet.

The next day you steered clear of Suguru Geto.

Picking at the crust on your ham sandwich you ate lunch in the music room all by yourself.

What Suguru said to you really messed you up..you didn’t think you were that hideous, considering that one of the hottest guys in school wanted to keep having sex with you..

So you couldn’t be that horrendous….right?..

Whatever. Screw him..he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He just wanted to ruin your life, mess with your head.

That’s all he did anyways.

“You know this isn’t the lunch room, right?.” a voice echos through the music room.

Your attention went from the sandwich to the beautiful blue eyed man that stood in front of you.

“yeah..i know.” you tell him and he smiles softly

“mind if i join you?.” he asks.

you just wanted to be alone, but somehow his company doesn’t disturb you so you said “yeah sure..”

You move your things out of the chair that was next to you and you took a seat.

“i..haven’t seen you around before ?.” you ask while he’s pulling out his lunch from the brown paper bag.

“ah. that’s because i skip a lot of school.” he tells you truthfully, taking out a little bag of candy he offers you some, which you politely declined.

“you shouldn’t skip so much school.” you say and chuckles a bit as he takes the wrapper off a cherry flavored sucker.

“don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. It’ll be fine.” he winks at you and puts the sucker in his mouth.

“enough about me, why is a pretty lady like you sitting in here all alone?”. He asks, propping his feet up on the chair in front of him.

Your cheeks heat up at the compliment— did he really just call you pretty?..

“you..think im pretty?” you ask, not daring to look at him afraid he might laugh in your face.

“hm? yeah, of course i do. I find you quite attractive, actually.” he tells you truthfully.

So you decided to look at him and he has the warmest smile on his face. you smile back at him, your heart pulling itself back together after suguru broke it into pieces.

“so..why are you in here all by yourself?” he asks once more

“i-…well it’s a long story” you say feeling comfortable enough to reach a hand into his bag of candy, pulling out a small Hershey Kiss..

“i have time.” he insists.

but should you really tell him about why and how you ended up in this situation?. You don’t even know him..

but you feel so comfortable with him.

this is insane.

But someone wanting to actually listen to your problems just feels so good that you start to spill.

and you keep pouring until it ran out.

After you got done babbling, he was quiet.

he stopped looking directly into your eyes.

You thinks it’s because he thinks you’re a whore, a slut who’ll just sleep with anyone, but what Satoru was really thinking was how Suguru Geto could do something so diabolical to such a beautiful woman.

The silence was cut by Satoru clearing his throat.

“I don’t think i caught your name?.” he asks, his eyes and attention back to you.

“um…it’s y/n….and yours?” you ask, still playing with the little piece of chocolate you stole from his bag.

“ah, sorry about that, It’s Gojo Satoru, but you can call me Satoru.” he tells you while reaching his hand out to shake yours.

You grab his hand and shake it, after what seems like an appropriate amount of time to shake someone’s hand you go to pull yours away, but he has ahold on it.

“That man’s a real jerk. Don’t let what he said get to your head..you’re very beautiful, stunning. Do not settle for anything less because he told you those awful things, okay?.” He tells you, his voice low but soft.

His face closer to yours that you can feel his breath fan your face.

All you can mange to do is nod and he finally let your hand go— the warmth from it already being missed.

“can i walk you to class?..” he asks you, standing up and grabbing his bag.

“oh uh..a-are you sure?” you question as you stand up as well gathering your food from the lunch you didn’t have the appetite to eat.

He just chuckles, your are just so cute.

“I’m sure, darling.” He takes another piece of candy from his bag.

“well..if you insist.” you two walk to the door and you just decide to throw away your lunch.

The two of you walk to your next class, the hall feeling much smaller than it normally does, your shoulders brushing against each other as you talk— your laugh when he made a joke that made absolutely no sense made his smile widen.

Oh he was most definitely swooned by you..

It was when you almost reached your class door that you heard laughter from not one but three mean boom through the hall.

Your curiosity got the best of you and you turned you head only to make eye contact with Suguru Geto.

You don’t think you’ve ever turned your head away so quickly.

“hey uh..i’ll see you guys later.” You hear him tell his ‘friends’ as he parted ways with them. Then he called out your name, but only once his team mates were nowhere to be seen.

“y/n!.” but you just kept walking. Satoru not doing anything unless you ask him to.

Suguru didn’t take a good look at the guy you were with. It was probably just some nerd, someone he could beat up instantly.

But once that mad turned his head to give a sly smirk towards the black haired man, his blood started to boil.

Satoru fucking Gojo.

“You’re such a fucking whore.” Suguru hissed out, his fist clenched at his sides.

He will not let that blue eyed fuck take you away from him. You were his and it’s going to stay that way. The two of you just had a misunderstanding and it’s going to be fixed..once he got rid of this bitch.

His words hung in the air as you froze in your tracks, Satoru stopping with you.

“You’re just gonna let my friends run a train on you?.” Suguru laughed out as he got closer to you

You turned around to face him.

“friend?..” you question yourself quietly as you look at Satoru..

He’s friends with satoru?..was this part of his plan?. Be nice to you and get into your pants?.

“ah..no. we are not friends.” Satoru reassures you. Giving you a look that said he promises to explain it to you later.

“but we were.” Geto pushes.

“yeah we were..and i regret it more than anything.” It was starting to get personal.. You could feel the tension between the two of them

“whatever.” he scoffs “i hope you enjoy my sloppy seconds.” he smirks “that slut will let you do anything to her..she has zero self respect.” You don’t know what it was but something snapped in satoru and he was face to face with Geto in seconds.

“shut the fuck up.” he tells him, his fist shaking at his side from how angry he become.

“why?..make you mad i got to fuck her first?.” next thing you know punches were being thrown. Satoru punched Geto in jaw and Geto punched Satoru in the stomach.

“guys! stop it!” you yell at them as you run over trying to break it up, but it took you by surprise when a blow landed on your jaw and you fell to the ground.

“shit. y/n!” you hear Suguru call out as he ran over to you, trying to pry you hand away from your face so he could see the damage he done.

“get away from me!.” you scream— tears falling from your eyes as you try to get away from him

Geto felt Satoru push him away from you and he watches how gently he handles you, How you let him check to see if you were okay..

He’s finally realizing how badly he fucked up. How his heart started to hurt from the fact he lost you for good..his eyes started to sting with tears.

“y-y/n” he voiced out, the crack in his throat when he talked indicating that he indeed was absolutely heart broken.

He’d hit you…he ruined you, he completely and utterly destroyed you…

“just get out of here Geto!,” his ex bestfriend yelled at him, his eyes full of rage.

Geto didn’t want to leave you..he wanted to make sure you were okay,but he didn’t want to keep putting you through anymore pain, so he got up and left.

He made his way to the spot underneath the bleachers where you met him that day, and he cried.

Suguru Geto cried for what felt like the first time in years, and it was over a girl that he loved so dearly and didn’t realize it until what he had was gone.

Hi! so no one was really shipped in this story, but nonetheless i hope you enjoyed ! ;)

again i apologize for any spelling errors

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tw-inkl-e-tit-s · 1 year ago

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𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑷𝒕2

Pairing: Mason Thames x Fem!Reader

Type: Angst and Fluff

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Alex being a d*ck, ch3ating, cussing, bl00d, crying, Maddy being a sweetheart

| Mason Thames Masterlist | Here is PT 1

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𝒀/𝒏'𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒗

I looked at myself in the mirror as I smiled at my reflection. I finally was confident in the way I looked and you could tell my mental health was better, I had moved on from Mason and I have never felt more better than I do right now.

"You ready, baby?" My boyfriend, Alex, asked as he walked into our shared bedroom

"Yeah, I'm ready," I said, he pulled me in a gave me a rough kiss

He pulled away and smiled down at me, he got a notification on his phone so he pulled it out and checked it, I watched as his cheeks flushed red.

"Who is it?" I asked, he looked up at me and quickly put his phone in his pocket

"Nobody important, sweets," He smiled as he grabbed my hand and we left the house

I and Alex had been invited to one of Maddy's events, of course, I would go, as she's my bestfriend. Alex didn't want to go but I told him he had to go since I needed a date for this, he then agreed with a very loud groan, one thing Alex didn't like was to be seen out in public with me but I just ignored it.

Alex placed his hand on my thigh as he started up the car, he looked over at me and smiled before looking back at the road and driving off.

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑷

We arrived at the large Dolby Theatre and watched as Many celebrities walked along the carpet getting their pictures taken, Alex grabbed my hand and walked me up the stairs and into the theater, he let go of my hand and stepped aside when someone tried snapping a picture of us together, I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

"Y/N OVER HERE!" I heard the paparazzi scream, I smiled as I walked onto the carpet and started posing for all of them

I felt a hand wrap around my waist and pull me in, I looked up to see Maddy, she smiled at me before turning back to the paparazzi and smiling at them.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" She said as she pulled me into a tight hug

"Aw, anything for you Mads, you're my girl," I smiled as I hugged her even tighter

She laced her hand with mine as we walked to a huge dining area with food being served by waiters, she dragged me to a table where I saw all our friends talking and laughing, I looked around for Alex but didn't see him anywhere, I sighed as I sat down in the middle of Maddy and Miguel.

"Hey, Y/n!" Miguel smiled as he hugged me

"Hey, Mikey!" I said hugging him back

"So where is your boyfriend, I thought he came with you?" Tristan asked

"He's around here somewhere," I said, looking around for him

"He'll show up soon," Maddy smiled as she patted my leg

"Hey guys sorry we're late, Stella couldn't find her ring," I sighed already knowing who it was, Mason smiled as he pulled out a chair for an unhappy-looking Stella, she rolled her eyes as she sat down, Mason pushed her chair in and then sat down beside her as he put an arm over her shoulder

"It's all good dude," Tristan said as he dabbed up Mason

"Are sure Alex is still here, like he didn't have an important meeting he had to get to or something?" Miguel asked as he looked at me with sympathetic eyes

"He would have told me, he wouldn't have just left, right?" I said, I pulled out my phone and opened Alexes contact in my phone

I listened to it ring a couple of times before it went to voicemail, I called again and it didn't even ring it just went straight to voice mail, I then texted him asking where he was and that he needed to hurry and get here since everyone was asking about him, It was so embarrassing for me.

"Did he text back?" Maddy whispered so the others wouldn't hear

I shook my head looking down, she smiled as she rubbed my back, and she quickly changed the topic so I wouldn't focus on my boyfriend's whereabouts, but I couldn't stop checking my phone every thirty seconds or looking around for him, why was he stressing me tonight?

"I'll be back," Stella said, as she got up and walked off, Mason quickly got up and followed after her

"You wanna go look for Alex?" Maddy asked I nodded, and she got up and grabbed my hand as we left to look for my missing boyfriend.

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑷

We had searched everywhere for Alex and had no luck finding him, I was starting to think Miguel was right, Maybe Alex really did leave and just not tell me, I mean he didn't even want to come in the first place, but why was he not picking up my calls, or answering my texts, maybe he's mad at me for making him come, but he didn't seem mad or upset when we left?

"Where the hell is he, he isn't answering me!?" I said, I was starting to get angry

"We should split up, maybe we'll find him faster that way," She said, I nodded my head

"I'll have the guys check all the boy's bathrooms and I'll check some other places," She said as she walked away

I sighed as I continued to search for him, I spotted one of my friends who knew Alex very well, he was the whole reason me and Alex met each other.

I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, he turned to look at me and he smiled, "Y/n It's good to see you!" He said as he pulled me into a hug

"It's good to see you too Jacob, Have you by chance seen Alex walking around here," I asked, he looked around before looking back at me

"I did see him earlier, I tried to say what's up but he just gave me a look and rushed out of here, he looked like he was in a hurry," He stated, taking a sip out of his drink

I sighed and quickly put on a smile, "Thank you, Jacob, I'll see you later," I said walking away

This is not how I planned to spend my night, I wanted to celebrate with my bestfriends but now I'm stuck searching for my grown-ass boyfriend, and what made it even worse was all my other friends were helping me look for him, I just want them to have fun and not worry about anything.

I grabbed my phone from my bag and texted our group chat to see if anyone had heard or seen anything.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Y/n: Any luck?

Maddy: No I've looked everywhere

Brady: Me and Tristan looked in all the guy's bathrooms and haven't seen him anywhere

Tristan: Miguel went to go find Mason so he could help look

Y/n: Why Mason?

Miguel: GUYS TO THE FRONT NOW MASON IS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF ALEX

Y/n: WHAT??

I quickly ran to the front and saw Maddy running and the guys followed behind her, we heard screaming and yelling coming from outside, and I couldn't see over the huge crowd that was formed in a circle, I heard grunting and cussing.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" I heard Mason yell

I tried my best to get through everybody but they just kept pushing me away so they could see.

"SHE DIDN'T LOVE YOU ANYWAY BITCH!" Alex shouted as I heard a loud slap echo

I felt somebody grab my hand and pull me into the crowd of people, soon I was in the middle and watched as Mason threw a punch to Alex's face, I looked to see Miguel beside me who was still holding my arm so nothing would happen to me.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO IT ALEX!?" Mason shouted, what did he mean?

"For fun," Alex smirked

"You cheated on her, WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!" Mason shouted, he grabbed Alex by the collar and drug him to the ground, Alex tried pushing him off but Mason sent a punch to his face

I watched as Mason knelt over Alex's bloody body and Alex smirked up at him again.

"How could you cheat on her?" Mason asked, Alex rolled his eyes and Mason slapped him across the face

"HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON HER!" He shouted, I furrowed my brows as I tried walking over to them but Miguel's grip on my arm tightened, he looked at me with that same look of sympathy and shook his head

"I don't love her, I was just using her while I was in town," Alex mumbled, but loud enough for everyone to hear, including me

"What?" I asked, everyone's heads snapped toward me

Stella looked like she was about to cry as she held the promise ring Mason gave her in the palm of her hand, and Alex had a look of terror on his face, Mason just looked at me and I could see the tears swelling up in his eyes.

"You cheated on me, you used me!?" I shouted not wanting to believe him

"Y/n, I'm sorry," Alex said, Mason looked down at him and punched him again, and again, and again, Alex wasn't moving anymore and I watched as he got carried off by guards

"Y/n let-" Miguel tried saying before I ran off through the crowd

I felt the hot tears stream down my face as I tried to find somewhere to go, There were people everywhere I went, and they all turned to look at me when I passed them, I quickly found a door that said 'fire escape' I promptly opened it and was immediately met with cold air, I stepped out and sat on the bench behind the big theater.

I let out a sob as I tried to find a reason why Alex would cheat on me, I did everything I could to keep him in my life and I was so happy with him, he would always smile around me and would never yell at me or make rude remarks, I never had a reason to be suspicious of him.

I should have known it was all too good to be true, everything, the gifts he would send me every day, the random money he would cash app me while he was at work or on a business trip, the kisses, the hugs, and the love, it was all fake I guess.

I kicked off my heels and sat them beside me, I brought my feet up to my chest as I continued to cry, I felt water drip on my head, I looked up and felt another water droplet hit my face, then all of a sudden rain started pouring down from the night sky, I let out another loud cry as I put my face in my hands, as if my night couldn't get any shitter.

"Y/n?" I heard someone say, I looked over to see Mason walking down the ally as he looked around for me, I just stayed quiet hoping he would go away, he was the last person I wanted to see at this moment

He looked in front of him and then his eyes snapped toward me, his eyes softened as he made eye contact with me, he walked toward me with his hands in his pockets, his hair and clothes were wet from the pouring rain, I cursed at myself for the way my cheeks heated up.

He sat beside me but left a little space between us which I mentally thanked him for, it was silent for a few minutes, the only thing being heard was the rain, passing traffic, the music from inside, and the sound of people as they passed by the theater.

Mason cleared his throat and I rolled my eyes as I looked off in the distance.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," He croaked, I couldn't tell if it was from the cold weather or if he was about to cry

"I know you really liked Alex-" He tried saying before I cut him off

"-Loved, I loved him, Mason," I said, god it felt so weird saying his name after not saying it for years

"I understand, and I'm sorry you had to find out this way," He whispered, I felt his hand land on my thigh but I quickly moved my leg and glared at him

"Don't touch me," I seethed, he lifted his hands and backed up on the bench a little

"Are you still upset about what happened?" He asked, I looked at him as if he had three heads

"Am I upset!? Of course, I'm fucking upset Mason, My boyfriend of nine months just cheated on me!?" I shouted

"With Stella of all fucking people!" I said, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" He shouted back

"Stella wasn't the sharpest tool in the toolbox Mason, even you know that!" I said, rolling my eyes again

"That's my girlfriend Y/n!" He said, standing up and facing me

I scoffed and chuckled bitterly, "Oh, so she's still your girlfriend after she cheated on you not once but- I don't even know how many times, with MY BOYFRIEND!" I shouted as I stood up and got in his face

"You're not the only one who's hurting Y/n," He said, as he looked up and let out a sigh

I looked down and nodded my head, "You're right, I'm sorry," I said, taking a deep breath

It all fell silent again as we stood in front of each other, I wanted nothing more than to just hug him, even in a friendly way, I just wanted to feel his warm embrace once more.

"I felt like an idiot that day, Y/n," He said, I looked up at him to see him looking back at me

"What do you mean?" I asked, he laughed before looking back at me

"The day I kissed you, I liked it- No, I loved it, but I was scared, but now I-" He paused and looked me in my eyes, he gently grabbed the side of my face and glanced at my lips, I furrowed my brows as I flinched a little

"What are you doing?" I asked

"Something I've been wanting to do for a long time," He said as he pulled me

Our lips crashed together and it felt like a million fireworks being set off in the bottom of my stomach, his hands moved from my face to my waist gripping it as the kiss got more heated, he pushed me up against the cold brick wall as his lips traveled from my lips to my neck, leaving small kisses on my jaw, I sighed as my hands tangled in his wet hair.

All my feelings for him started bubbling to the surface and I couldn't help but remember what he said that day. "It was just a heat of the moment thing, I'm sorry," My breath stopped in my throat as my whole body tensed up, was he just leading me on again, was this another heat-of-the-moment thing?

"Mason?" I breathed out, he pulled away from my neck, his eyes low and full of lust

"What's wrong?" He asked, worry in his eyes once he saw how upset I looked

"Is this just another heat of the moment thing?" I asked, hoping it wasn't

"What? Oh my god- No no no, I like you- I mean I love you, a lot," He said, as he grabbed my face gently with both his hands

"I want to be with you, Y/n, till our hair is grey and I'm suffering from back problems," He said causing me to giggle and roll my eyes

"I love you, Y/n." He said, turning more serious

I looked up at him and smiled, this was it, I finally got to look into his eyes, kiss his lips, hold his hand, and laugh with him.

"I love you too, Mason," I said as I pulled him into another passionate kiss

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kmazine · 1 year ago

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I Can't Have You

bestfriend!jinyoung x female reader

genre : angst

For some reason, the walk back home feel so long and painful.

"Why it can't it be me?"

"I love you, Jinyoung"

You silently mutter under your breath. The words that you couldn't even say to him. The tears you don't bother to wipe, streaming down your face.

"Jinyoung, you okay?" You ask your best friend over the phone when your best friend called you an hour ago. It was late at night so you wonder why he call.

It was silent for a few seconds until you heard sniffles taking over the background noise that you register was from some television show. You didn't think much more. You immediately jump out from your bed and run towards your door.

"I'm coming" You heard Jinyoung replied with a sad hum and probably a nod, and that makes you fasten you steps. Luckily his apartment is not that far so you already in his apartment within minutes.

"Hey, you okay? How many days you've been drinking like this?" Closing the door behind you and took off your shoes, you can see few empty bottles of soju on the floor next to him. You immediately sit beside him on the floor. Your heart sank at the way his shoulder slouch, arms hugging his knees. He looks up to you when he hears your presence. And you look at him. Eyes swollen and he looks gaunt too. You scoot next to him and wrap your arms around his shoulder, hoping that you'd bring him comfort.

"We- we broke up" His tears starts to roll down his cheeks again as he said that. You let out a pain sigh, slowly wiping his tears with your fingers and pat his head softly.

"It's okay, Jinyoung. You will get through this. You will be fine okay?" You still stroking his hair, like an adult trying to persuade a child to not cry over candies.

"But I really love her, Y/n. It's been a few days and it hurts me that I can't see her face and listen to her voice. I can't do this Y/n. I miss her so much I feel like -- my heart..." He sniffled between words and voice quavering at the last part as he tapping his chest harder each sentences as if that will ever chase the pain away. You take his hands away and give him a tight grip, as to tell him, you're there for him. Your heart clenched to see him like this.

You know falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea. You've been liking him even before you became friend. Stealing glance at him during the class or sometimes exchanging smiles and nods when you saw each others is your definition of happiness back then. Then one semester, you and Jinyoung were assigned together for university projects and both of you clicked right away and the next thing you know, you two are inseparable as best friends. When you thought it's going to be easy for you and your feelings, but it was far from that.

Because from then on, Jinyoung see you as his best friend and best friend only.

Then start the cycle of your crumbling love story. You listen to his sobbing stories after the break ups like a best friend do. He try to match you with his other good friends because as a best friend, he want to see you happy with a good guy. Once, you ended up help him with the girl he likes because he just can't stop begging you.

Even after graduating and working on different companies, the cycle never end. And that's why it's hard. It's harder now to confess and tell him you love him. After everything, after all these years.

Especially this time, the relationship didn't seems like the others. He wasn't just smitten, and she didn't seem like the other girls she dated in the past. As much as you hate to admit it, he's definitely in love. You never thought they'll break up if you're being honest. She's a perfect woman any man can ever wish. It was perfect, as if they're actually made for each others.

You know asking him what happened now wont help him so you decided to make him a meal and tea to calm himself down. It was hard forcing the man to eat but you do every way you can and he finally give in.

"I don't know what will I do without you. Thank you Y/n" He give you a sad smile as he lays down on the couch. Deep sighs never left his mouth. You put the empty bottles in a plastic and put them aside and clean his messy living room.

"Glad I could help. You look too miserable for me not to to do that. I know it's hard but please, do not skip meals." You grabbing the blanket to cover his full body.

"Y/n?" He called for you so you lower yourself so your eyes meet on his level.

"Is it always this hard after the break up? It hurts so much. How can love be this painful huh? "He chuckles - probably knows how pathetic and sad he sound right now. You didn't say anything, just let him rambles more and give him another sympathetic smiles.

You make sure he was sleeping when you decided to leave. You're about to close the door when you heard his phone rings. You can hear Jinyoung shuffles to get up and the last thing you heard his voice saying her name. You closed the door shut, hoping that your heart closed the same for him.

There is a person that you can’t have even when you love them,

Just look at me, I’m next to you but I can’t have you,

I can’t have you.

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a.n : this one have been sitting in my draft for months now. This is based from Bank's I Can't Have You (korean old song) and the lyrics are just heart breaking so here we go. Again, please do not mind the grammatical mistakes and typos. I will fix it later from time to time. Because the more I re-read, the more I want to delete this so I'll just post first.

#got7 imagines #got7 oneshot #got7 scenarios #got7 angst #got7 x reader #jinyoung imagine #jinyoung oneshot #jinyoung scenarios #jinyoung x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop x reader #jinyoung angst #park jinyoung imagines #park jinyoung angst #park jinyoung x reader #park jinyoung imagine #park jinyoung oneshot

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canyonmooncreations · 2 years ago

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One Call Away

Summary: Y/n calls her best friend, Eddie, when her boyfriend finally pushes things too far.

Exert: You didn’t deserve this pain. You deserved a life of nothing but love and joy. A life he intended to give to you, if you let him.

Characters: BestFriend!Eddie x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: I have never written for Eddie! But I am debating breaking up with my sometimes mean boyfriend and I wish I had Eddie to call :( I am thinking of making this a series of Eddie and Reader navigating a friends to lovers relationship after what happens here. But we all know I start series and never finish them ahahah anyways let me know your thoughts and send in some requests!!

Warnings: mean/potentially abusive boyfriend, tears, mentions of violence,

You and your boyfriend, Ben, had been on and off for over a year. It was always up and down, happy and sad. He was a little controlling but was always sweet after. He was angry but also super patient. So hard to predict, it was draining. The only person you can really talk to is your best friend Eddie. He was always supportive and always listening no matter what time you called. He supported you rather he agreed with your decision to go back to your boyfriend or not. And you were always in touch with Eddie even if your boyfriend was not a fan of “that freak”.

You had recently just graduated from the college where you met Ben and moved to a town that was in the middle of him, Eddie, and your family. You had finally gotten your own space and had started the big girl job of your dreams. You couldn’t be happier…. Until it started.

Your boyfriend was an hour and a half away and with this new space it felt like he had grown a whole new confidence. He was always starting fights and nothing you did was good enough for him. You tried to be happy, but it just seemed like you couldn’t win. Eddie knew about what was happening, you called him often to talk about it all. Eddie was so supportive and validating your feelings when you needed him most. You used to have the biggest crush on Eddie, but you knew you never had a chance with a guy as cool as him. You settled on being friends and then you met Ben. But Eddie was the only person you wanted right now.

What you didn’t know was that every time you called him his heart skipped a beat. Eddie knew you were just friends and he would never have a chance with a girl like you so he settled for being your best friend. Every time you mentioned Ben, his blood boiled. He wanted nothing but for you to be happy. Ben was so bad for you. Eddie knew Ben read through all of your text messages, so he encouraged you to call him just to be safe. Ben was not typically violent, but Eddie knew the patterns and knew it was coming. Of course he couldn’t tell you this because he knew you wouldn’t listen until you were ready for it on your own time.

What Eddie also knew was that your freshman year of college was nothing but depression and alcohol. He was hopeful but knew something bad with Ben could send you down the spiral. He was always waiting for that call to come. The call where you would need him the most. That call finally came.

Eddie was in his bed strumming some music trying to put together next week’s set when his phone started to ring. It was y/n. The picture he had chosen for you was a picture he had taken at an arcade with you smiling silly holding up the bear you had won (with his tickets).

“Hey sweet cheeks, what's up?”

“Eddie, I- I-”

“Woah woah, are you crying?”

“Eddie, we got in a big fight and he said he was coming over and I am really scared that he --”

“I am on my way.”

“Eddie, no. I live like an hour away from you.”

“I do not care darling. I will be there in 45 minutes.”

“EDDIE! It is an hour drive.”

“Fine. I’ll be there in 30.”

He hung up at that as you giggled and sniffled. You knew you shouldn’t call him. He probably gets so annoyed hearing all of your problems. But, he was your support system. You decided you would wait for him, right where you were, the bathroom floor. Eddie has an apartment key, he can let himself in.

Your head kept racing with thoughts. Was Ben worth it? Was it worth the heartache? What would you tell your friend if they were in your shoes? Did you deserve this? You didn’t think you were the best girlfriend.

Before you knew it you were sobbing and curling into a towel on your bathroom floor. Too busy crying, you didn’t hear the door open. It was a pitiful sight really and Eddie was saddened by what he saw. The world’s most beautiful girl sobbing on her bathroom floor over a boy who didn’t deserve her at all.

‘“Oh, honey.” Eddie lowered himself to the floor right beside you. He pulled your head into his lap and ran his fingers through your hair. This was the most soft, innocent touch you had felt in a while. You only cried harder at the thought of someone loving you like they should. You both stayed on the floor until the sobbing subsided after some time had passed.

“Y/n, can we move this to your bed? This floor can’t be comfy.”

“It is comfier than walking to my bed.” You sniffled as you spoke and this broke his heart.

“Okay, then….” you felt him set your head back on the towel and his body raise off the floor. You looked at him with confusion as he bent down to pick you up. You giggled as he carried you to your bed. You loved being carried but Ben refused to because it was “childish”. You smacked Eddie’s arm as he put you in bed.

“Eds, why did you do that?”

“A pretty girl like you should not be crying on the bathroom floor! You will cry in a comfy pillow castle.” He situated your pillows just the way he knew you loved them.

You only smiled at him. You got cozy in bed as Eddie walked into the kitchen. The thoughts started racing and the tears started to fall. What if Ben was really coming to “settle this in person and show you who is in charge”. It felt like such a threat, your worst fear coming true. Eddie rushed into the bedroom with a juice box and some animal crackers, your favorite.

“What’s the matter?” Eddie approached the bed slowly, not sure where your mental state was and how frightened you could be.

“What if he shows up tonight? What if he tries to come inside?”

“Does he have a key?”

“No.”

“Good. I will be sleeping on the couch if you don’t mind. So nothing to worry about. You’ll be all safe here, princess.”

You only smiled at him as you took the snacks softly. Eddie always calls you nicknames, but never this one. You ate your snacks in silence as Eddie started to put away your laundry. He knew you hated doing laundry, it was your least favorite chore. It is actually his least favorite too, but he told you it was his favorite and for you, it was. Ben always called you lazy and gross for not putting your laundry away right as it came out of the dryer.

“I can do that.”

“I know.” Eddie gave you a reassuring smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. It’s stupid. I am probably overreacting.”

“Your feelings are valid y/n, no matter what you are feeling. I will listen if you want me to. If not, we can talk about anything else.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Uhhh absolutely?” You could see that Eddie was so excited and you knew he would even let you pick the movie. (Ben would never)

“We can watch… hmmm… I can’t pick.”

“Slasher…”

“EDDIE! No! You know I hate scary movies. Let’s watch Zootopia.”

“Yes!! You know I love that movie!”

You got the movie set up as Eddie grabbed some more snacks. You loved these simple moments with Eddie. You knew he wouldn’t get angry with you for moving the wrong way, or eating too many snacks. He was simply there in peace. You felt yourself getting tired as the movie played and the tears were about to come back.

“Eddie?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“Will you… hold me? No, that’s silly. I’m sorry. Forget I even asked.” You buried your face in your hands and the tears just started flowing.

“Y/n. Please look at me.” He guided your head out of your hands as he wiped your tears. “I would love to hold you. You are not alone in this and I promise you are safe.”

Eddie moved so you could comfortably be little spoon, which he knows you love because you always talk about it. He helped move your pillows and got you comfy. He never thought this moment would come. Of course, you had hugged and sat close together, but not like this. You were so vulnerable with all the raw emotions, and you chose him to hold you. With you in his arms, he wanted nothing more than to protect you from the world, and especially from Ben.

“Thank you, Eds.”

“No need to thank me. You just get some rest and we can talk about everything in the morning. I promise you’ll be safe tonight.”

He rubbed your side and you cuddled in closer to him. You felt so safe.

He felt at home, a feeling he has never felt before. He glanced at you as slept in his arms and couldn’t help but smile and be sad at the same time. You didn’t deserve this pain. You deserved a life of nothing but love and joy. A life he intended to give to you, if you let him.

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tohokuu · 8 months ago

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i fucking hate you

you’re the reason everything is so fucked up tonight.

but if we’re being truthful, it’s really my fault.

if i didn’t speak to jasmine about you and bilal breaking up, then this wouldn’t have happened.

but i didn’t know that you never told jasmine about the break up.

all i said was “i haven’t spoken to aya since her and bilal broke up” i didn’t even know you didn’t tell her

but brian says it’s all my fault. he says i need to stop yapping so much about other people and gossiping and shit. he said he knows women often do it but i do it way too often and he doesn’t like that

i feel like that’s a fair reason to break up with me

but calling me and texting me in the middle of the night and telling me that shit… js wow

you cut me off ? no, i cut you off bc you were emotionally draining. you talked my head off constantly about you and bilal and whatever was happening between you two when me and brian were already going through our own shit. him and i were suffering so badly everyday and you knew that but you’d selfishly call every day even when i was busy to talk about bilal

i felt bad for you when you guys broke up. i know how much you loved him. i was there for you when he wasn’t. i really tried but you were just… taking so much from me

i confided in you. i thought of you as my bestfriend but you js … using my personal stuff against me ?

yeah we talked when me and brian were going thru it and i confided in you at times

i told you about him moving and about us having to face long distance in august. i told you that. i told you about our planned breakup. the one that was gonna happen eventually when he left.

but that was then. that was january.

me and brian are doing good now. we’re okay and we’re waiting for whatever happens. we love each other.

if i had listened to you and broke up with him, we would never have been together today and happy.

you kept telling me to run and to leave and that brian was a terrible boyfriend but he’s my whole world.

i had to cut you off eventually bc you were draining and taking a toll on me. you talked all day about you and bilal meanwhile my head was a minefield of how i was gonna deal with brian once i put the phone down.

now i didn’t know that you never told jasmine so texting my phone and blowing me up with calls at 12 am on a sunday night sounds pretty unreasonable to me

telling me that my relationship is fucked up and that it has an expiration date is just sad. why would you say that at all ? saying you cut me off when really it was me and then cussing me out further

i’m glad i blocked you as quick as i did

but brian babe

how could you tell me that me crying over this is funny bc i’m the fire starter ?

that i’m the one that likes to start shit and then cry about it

like yeah it’s true but yk hearing you say that hurt

telling me you don’t wanna see me tmw or the next day or the day after that

that hurts

i know you said we’ll be fine going on a break but i can’t help but feel responsible .. we weren’t supposed to take a break on the day you and i were going out for each day of the week

i’m tired

it’s only 3 days and i know that sounds like a joke but being so close with you all the time and suddenly being apart isn’t easy.

i cried and i’m still crying. i’ve been crying for 2 hours. i hugged your sweater to my chest and hoped for a small scent of you to comfort the pain but i couldn’t even get that

#this is in no order #dk what’s going on #js #a rant

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atinyjules · 2 years ago

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LIMBO - YEOSANG PT.1

I am back again😂 well its the middle of the night but I couldn't help but write this since my brain wouldn't let me sleep if I don't write it now so here ya go!

I ended up falling sleeping though so yeah...it is what it is

Pt. 2 is over here

Angst with fluff at the end.

Genre: best friends to lovers au.

Pairings: Bestfriend!Yeosang x Bestfriend!(named)reader

I sighed looking at the text message I got from Yonsei University. I should probably be happy but why am I so...not happy? Why am I so uncertain? Isn't this what I wanted? Then why am I so...unsure? I've been dreaming and working hard for this day my whole life but now that I've finally come a step closer to my dream why am I so confused? Why is my heart not happy?

I just sat at the rooftop for the remainder of the day due to not wanting to go to class. After I got the text I just didn't want to see anyone. What if they laughed at me like they always did? Is this what I want? Is this what they want? Why should their opinions matter? Their opinions on my dream shouldn't matter. But then again, like always...I'll listen to their useless opinions. That's the way it goes...always and forever...

Even after school ended I remained in my place, drowning myself in my thoughts not noticing the arrival of someone. I just sat there looking at the students who were leaving the school premises.

"There you are." I stayed in my place, eyes fixated on the swarm of students below and not the girl behind me, knowing very well what she was gonna say.

"Kang Yeosang...are you even listening? Why didn't you attend class today?" she asked as I continued to pretend, pretending to not hear her.

"So you're gonna just pretend like you're deaf now?" she asked as I groaned softly.

"Just leave me alone." I said softly as she let out a scoff.

"I already did, I gave you enough space so now I'm not leaving till I get answers." she said, not budging one bit.

"You've been avoiding me the whole week...why?" she asked as I stayed quiet.

"Leave me alone...I want to be alone." I said as she let out a sigh.

"What did I do wrong? Please tell me...did I make you angry? If I did, I'm so sorry." she said as I stood up and walked past her.

"Yah! Kang Yeosang! You can't just leave without giving me answers!" she exclaimed as I ignored her and left.

I don't know what got over me...but I knew that I didn't want to see her...but I don't know why. Maybe stress? I don't know...but I wanted to get away as quickly as possible. So I walked past her and left quickly.

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Yeeun's

After not talking to me for a week I just wanted answers from Yeosang but I don't know why he was acting so weird. Did I do something to upset him? I have no idea and he won't tell me either. Even though I keep asking him he just keeps ignoring me and walking past me. It destroys me.

"Why is he being like this?" I mumbled to myself standing alone on the empty rooftop as I bit back tears. I crouched down to my knees, letting out a shaky breath.

Is he just going to let 16 years of friendship go to dust?

"Why won't he talk?" I asked myself as tears trickled down my face and hit the cold concrete.

After crying for ten minutes I wiped my tears and got up with shaky legs and took in a deep breath to calm myself down. I unlocked my phone revealing a picture of the two of us when we went to the amusement park. I quickly went to my contacts and pressed the first number that came up.

Big bro🌻

"Hello? Yeeun?" I felt a fresh set of tears roll down from my face as I pulled my self together but fail.

"C-Could you come p-pick me up? P-Please?" I sobbed as he panicked.

"Yeeun? What's wrong? Stay there, I'll come get you." he said as I mumbled an 'okay' and ended the call.

The whole ride home was quiet as I clutched on my jacket, looking out the window. My brother respected my current situation and kept quiet till we reached his apartment as I didn't want to go home.

"So...what happened?" he asked once I got out of the shower after taking a shower and change of clothes.

"Y-Yeosang..." I mumbled out feeling myself break as he softened and moved to pull me in an embrace as I sobbed lightly.

"What did he do? Did he hurt you?" he asked with the softest voice he could muster, knowing all to well about my romantic attachment to Yeosang.

"H-He won't talk to me- he keeps avoiding me..." I said breaking into anoter sob right after I finished my sentence.

"Hey, hey...it's okay...we'll figure it out alright? We'll figure it out...don't worry, I'll talk to him tomorrow. So don't worry." he said as I continued sobbing in his arms.

After a while of crying I fell asleep after getting exhausted from crying.

"Kang Yeosang, you better have a reasonable explanation for making my little sister cry."

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Yeosang's

After coming back from school, I was hit with instant regret for treating Yeeun the way I did. As if my whole world had come crashing down at me at once. I fell to the floor on my knees and punched the ground as I let out a curse word.

"Fuck, Yeosang...what have you done?" I mumbled to myself as my eyes turned glassy.

"After all she'd done for you...you treat her like trash." I told myself as stray tears fell from my eyes.

She stood by my side when no one did and didn't leave my side once. Yeeun was always there for me...cheering me on and celebrating my every achievement. Now...I have no one and our graduation ceremony is next week...and after that I'll never see her again.

I let all those 16 years of friendship turn to ash...because of my idiocy and pride...I lost the one person in my life who cared for me. I was drowning in my sadness when my phone ringed, making me pick up my phone to see a message from...Yeeun's big brother.

Seonghwa Hyung

Tomorrow, Aurora Cafe. 9 am sharp, don't be late or else you'll face the consequences.

I felt a shiver run down my spine at the text knowing very well that I was gonna get my ass kicked tomorrow.

The next morning I made sure to reach the cafe early to not anger Seonghwa hyung any more than I already did. But when I entered the cafe he was already present there with all his glory, in his white tee and black leather jacket with a stone cold look on his face. Just his presence alone made me gulp.

"You better have a reasonable explanation as to why my little sister came home sobbing and crying yesterday, Kang." Seonghwa hyung said, with his usual friendly aura disappeared from his face. Replaced with a cold blooded expression.

"I-I didn't mean to-" he was cut off by Seonghwa standing up and pulling him by the collar.

"I dare you to complete that sentence." Seonghwa spoke with the darkest tone as he glared down at Yeosang.

"I-I really am sorry...even I don't know why I said those words...why I behaved that way to her who didn't deserve that treatment. I only know that my behaviour was unexceptable and I am so sorry to her and you." I spill out as he let go of me.

"What's your deal? Why did you suddenly change?" Seonghwa hyung asked me as I looked down.

"You could say I'm stuck in a limbo..." I said as Seonghwa hyung sighed.

"What are you uncertain about?" he asked as I amiled a little.

"I'm not comfortable to be around Yeeun for the moment. I'm just trying to figure out what to do in life, whether or not to include her in it." I said making Seonghwa frown.

"If I were you...I'd be careful with my next words..." He said making me furrow my brows as I followed his worried eyes behind me only to regret it.

Yeeun in all her graceful beauty stood there with a pained expression. She took a deep breath and gave me a weak smile. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by her words.

"I won't torment you anymore then." she said and left, Seonghwa patting my shoulder and left to follow his sister.

The moment the door closed I felt myself chuckle as a single teardrop fell from eyes.

"Why did I say that?" I bawled my eyes out for a moment and rushed home.

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Yeeun's

It's been three days since I ended our friendship and three days since I last saw him. We only had two classes left till our graduation and after that we might not meet again.

"Why should I be sad about that? It was his fault so I shouldn't be sad." I told myself as I ate my lunch alone when Wooyoung came and sat infront of me.

"Yah, you guys still didn't talk?" he said making me roll my eyes and continue eating.

"Why should I? He's the one who avoided me for weeks. And besides, I cut ties with him so I have nothing to do with hom anymore." I said and took a bite of my meatball causing Wooyoung to groan.

"Broo! You and Yeosang's have so much history together! Not to mention your crush on him since 5th grade-" I cut him off by punching his stomach.

"Bring him up again and the next thing I'm punching is your face." I said and stood up to keep my plates as he was persistent and continued to follow me.

"Yeeunie! Give Yeosang a chance! I'm sure he just needs time to sort out his feelings for you! Come onn! I've seen the way he looks at you with those oogly heart eyes! Yeeuniee! Just give him a-"

"Seonghwa oppa! Wooyoung's pestering me!" I cut him of by calling for my brother who was currently talking with Hongjoong and Yunho. Causing Wooyoung to squeak and hide behind me.

"Hyungg! I was just kidding with her!" Wooyoung said as Seonghwa pulled Wooyoung away from me.

"Don't annoy her. Give her some space." Seonghwa whispered as they watched their usually giggly and smiley Yeeun walk away with a frown on her already cold expression.

"Will Yeeun be alright?" Hongjoong asked as they looked her way.

"I'm sure she will...she always does. She just need space for now." Seonghwa said knowing that his sister will pull through it.

"That's it, I can't see both my best friends like this. They need each other." Wooyoung said and ran out leaving the three older men in confusion.

"Yah! Jung Wooyoung! What are you trying to do?!" Seonghwa exclaimed.

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Wooyoung's

I skipped class knowing mom would kill me but I did it anyway cause I knew that at that moment only I could fix this problem. So I ran to the one place I knew I'd find Yeosang. His apartment. Duh..

"Yeosang! Open up! It's me, Wooyoung!" I exclaimed and banged on his door without any worries as I knew only Yeosang would be in there since he lived alone.

"Kang Yeosang! Open up noww!" I exclaimed when I heard shuffling from inside his apartment.

"Go away...I'm not in the mood to talk." He said loud enough for me to hear it causing me to bang on his door harder.

"YaH! OpEn tHiS dOoR nOw! WE NEED TO TALK!" I exclaimed and banged on his door continuously. Knowing that he'll crack eventually so I kept up my actions for a while until the door finally opened causing me to fall to the ground.

"I SAID LEAVE!" He exclaimed at me causing me to throw a punch to his right cheek which resulted in his slumping to tje ground clutching his cheek. That's when I realised how frail he looked.

"Have you even been eating?! Anyways...WHAT'S UP WITH YOU AND YEEUN?!" I exclaimed causing him to go quiet.

"It doesn't matter anymore, she doesn't want to see me." Yeosang said softly while caressing his cheek.

"I mean, that's on you...but...it doesn't change the fact that you're in love with her." I said making him chuckle.

"No, I don't...she was my my best friend and that's that." Yeosang said causing me to break into a fit of laughter.

"Idiot! That's what your head wants you to think! Everyone notices the way you look at her when she speaks, the way you only listen to her and no one else, the way you always make sure to check on her first to see if she's inside when there's a storm outside!" I exclaimed as he sighed.

"That's what friends do."

"Then you must've just landed on Earth cause that's love!" I exclaimed as he slowly stood up and walked back inside and locked the door causing me to bang on the door and stop.

"Why am I even trying If he won't listen..." I mumbled to myself and stomped away from his house.

Yeosang's

After the talk with Wooyoung I felt exhausted so I came in and fell to my bed, closing my eyes as his words echoed through my mind.

"Everyone notices the way you look at her when she speaks, the way you only listen to her and no one else, the way you always make sure to check on her first to see if she's inside when there's a storm outside!"

"No...I'm not in love with her. I'm just worried about what to do after I join Yonsei." I told myself when a thought appeared in my mind.

Or I'm just worried about how I'll survive without Yeeun's presence.

"No...that's not the reason...right?" I asked myself when realization hit me.

"KANG YEOSANG! GET BACK HEREE!"

There's no Kang Yeosang without Park Yeeun.

"Y-Yeosang-"

There's no point in going to Yonsei if I don't get to have her by my side.

"Ay Yeo...ayo Yeo!" *giggles.

There's no point in doing anything if my life doesn't have her in it.

"Kang Yeosang~ don't abandon me to myself with this loudspeakers!"

"I need a hug..."

"Carry meee! I'm tired."

"If you're insecure to cry around people...you can always cry infront of me...I won't judge."

"I need her...but...I'm far too late now. I took way to long to realise my love for her."

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That's the end of part one. I wasn't planning on making it this long but the ideas just kept popping up soo go to part two for the ending!

#ateez #ateez ff #ateez masterlist #ateez yunho #ateez au #atiny #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #hongjoong #ateez mingi #best friend #kpop fluff

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lifeonawhim · 1 year ago

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I'll look after you.(Tasm! Peter parker)

Pairing: tasm! Peter Parker× oc/reader? (You have a name- Vivienne)

Warnings: none, this is fluff.

Word count: 3-4k? (Idfk how to see the word limit) This one's long is all I can tell you. I hope you stick around.

Y/f/m- your favourite movie

Summary: After a really bad day at school, all you wanted was to throw away your books and never come out of your bed but spiderman is always there to save the day.

An: I wrote this for my bestfriend and it's the first time I'm publishing my work. I'm sick and i haven't proofread this and i profusely apologise for any errors you may find.

You were pretty sure your eyes were puffy and red and your makeup was smudged from all the crying you did in the school washroom. Today was just not your day, you thought as you sluggishly walked your way up to your apartment. Your stupid, middle aged English teacher had given you shit for no apparent reason other than taking out her own frustrations, you had a ton of homework from all the AP classes you had decided to take, which you were soon realising were a really, REALLY bad idea and you had to prepare for your first day at your internship at Oscorp, an internship you had fought way too hard for. And on top of all this, you had forgotten to bring lunch and Peter wasn't at school either to make it all better.

You had called him a couple of times but his phone went straight to voicemail and the texts you sent him were also unanswered. You had started to overthink and felt like one of those typical clingy girlfriends, which you knew wasn't the case, your boyfriend loved you to pieces but God, you couldn't seem to help it.

To really top it all off, it had started to rain really bad and you had forgotten to get an umbrella with you.

So here you were, walking with water all inside your boots, sniffling and suppressing your tears until you reached home.

Ofcourse, you thought.

As you stumbled inside your home, you barely got to your room before you burst into tears, again.

"Vi?" You heard a soft voice say from behind you, as you flinched and dropped your books. Peter was trying to get inside your house, through the window, all bruised and battered.

You immediately rushed towards him and wiped away your tears, helping him inside.

"Peter, what the hell? Where were you? Are you ok? I mean no, that's stupid. You're obviously NOT okay" you fumbled as you spoke. You started to rush towards your washroom, to get him a first aid kit when he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you towards him.

"No, no, no ,not that fast. You aren't going anywhere." Peter said in a stern voice. His gaze washed over your face and his frown soon turned into what could only be called a look of heartbreak. For some reason, this just made more tears pool into your eyes.

"Vivi, baby. What's wrong?" His own voice broke as he asked you in a voice so soft that you. just.couldnt.help.it.

You burst into tears. Yep. This is it, you thought as you quickly tried to turn away and put your palms on your eyes, as if you could will yourself to just hold it together, if only for your sweet boyfriend's sake.

Peter wrapped his arms around you, successfully trapping you and kissed the crown of your head softly. " I'm so, so, so sorry about whatever happened that made you feel this way, Vi." He whispered against your hair.

You sniffled and quickly wiped your face over the sleeves of your sweater. Hold it in, Vivienne. He doesn't need this right now, you thought to yourself. With as much life as you could muster up, you turned around. " Hey, hey. I'm fine. Ok? I'm fine. I just had a rough day at school, nothing I can't handle myself. Now let's get all cleaned up, Parker", you said as you once again started your way towards the first aid. Peter frowned and for a split second you almost thought he believed it. Almost.

He rushed infront of you and cradled your face gently with both of his hands. "Don't. Please don't pretend like you're fine when you so clearly aren't, Vivienne." He kissed your nose and rested his forehead against yours. "Please don't shut me out, baby." He whispered as he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss so tender that once fucking again, you teared up.

You couldn't help it. He was so.fucking.sweet.

A choked sob made it's way up your throat as you sagged against him. " I just had a really bad day, ok? I have so much to get done and then I have to prepare for my internship too and Pete, I really don't think I can do this, hell I don't even know how I got the internship. It's just so.. hard." Your voice broke to an almost inaudible whimper as you said the last word.

Peter's arms tightened around you as he kissed the top of your head repeatedly. "Baby, I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you out today but let me take care of you now" Peter said as he intertwined your fingers together and took you towards your bedroom. He gently sat you down on your bed and disappeared for a moment in your bathroom.

He came out and gently started removing your soaked clothes. Once you were out of your clothes, he took you by the hand once again and guided you towards your bathtub. You saw now that he had started a bath for you and your heart ached.

He gently guided you towards the bathtub and got your loofah as he slowly started washing you down. "You're the strongest, smartest and the most charming person I know, Vivienne. There's no way that Oscorp would've chosen you if they didn't think you were the best and you know it." Peter said as he moved on to your hair, softly untangling it. You just looked at him.

Peter Benjamin Parker, your beautiful, kind and loving boyfriend.

Wordlessly you grabbed his hand and urged him to join you in the bathtub. Peter kissed your hand and was quick to strip down. He let you guide him to the tub and you wrapped you legs around his waist. You reached up to kiss his collarbone and neck as his fingers traced comforting patterns over your shoulder. You brought your hands up to trace the bruises he's gotten from whatever monster he was out there, fighting. You knew he'd tell you about it, just not right now.

This close to him, you could see his face littered with previous scars that were yet to heal. You sighed shakily. Every one of those scars was yet another time when he could've been easily snatched from your arms. You fretted over him alot each time he'd stumble to you, tired from the violence he had to deal with earlier. You hated it, hated how everytime he was away, in yet another fight, you'd pray to any god listening to ensure his safety. He hated worrying you too, you knew that so you tried to hide each time your lip quivered when you saw him flinch as you bandaged the evidence of his fights.

You remembered a particularly nasty scar once. You'd screamed at him for getting himself hurt so much . You knew it was selfish of you, to beg him to not go out there again and you also knew it was pointless. He desperately clung to you and told you that part of why he was so hellbent on protecting the city was also to ensure that you never had to come across anything he did. He'd pick up the suit to make sure you could sleep away, knowing you were safe as long as he was out there.

Some of the scars on his body were there so that others didn't have them and you loved and hated him for it.

You were drawn out of your reverie as Peter wrapped his hands around your torso and carried you out to your bedroom.

He dressed you in one of the many sweatshirts he'd left at your place earlier and fluffy socks. He gently laid you down on the bed and brushed your hair as he tried his best to braid it softly, he wasn't good at it but he'd try for your sake since he knew how much you hated getting hair all over your face in your sleep.

"I'll be right back, baby." Peter whispered as he exited the room before you had a chance to protest.

He came in the room with some food and water for you and turned on your television.

"You wanna watch a movie before bed?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You hesitated a bit, not sure if you were up for it. "Come on sweetheart, I'll let you pick. We can have the hundredth rerun of y/f/m" he said with a soft smile.

Your face broke into a brilliant smile as you nodded. He put on the movie and climbed into bed. Once he was satisfied that you were fed and hydrated, he switched off the tv and cuddled close to you.

You put your head on Peter's chest and he leaned down to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

You were almost asleep, listening to the rhythmic sound of Peter's steady heartbeat when you heard a whisper.

"You're the absolute light of my life, Vivienne Black. You're the only thing that helps me keep fighting when every single bone in my body is shouting otherwise. I love you, you're my best friend." Peter said in a voice so low you would've missed it, had it not been for your closeness.

He'd assumed you had fallen asleep.

He often had a habit of expressing his love for you at the end of everyday when you were in his arms and he thought you were asleep. You never replied, just thanked all the gods for your wonderful boy.

"I love you too, spidershit" you whispered with your eyes closed.

As long as you had your Peter with you, you knew you'd be alright.

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yuukei-yikes · 2 years ago

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I SEE YOU OUT HERE VINNIE!!!!! so you already know i have gotta ask,

WHAT IS YOUR FAVE UNDERRATED KAGEROU MOMENT?!!

WHOA a lot of energy hey there

UMMM underrated... i wouldn't know what is an underrated moment or not but some of my favorites are, in no particular order

the shinene goodbye in second manga route. like i do dislike this route but BWAHHH BWAHHHHH BWAHHHH THIS SHIT GETS ME SO BAD MAN SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF like iam pretty pissed THIS route where ene didnt Really know shintaro pre ene like in the main route like that so important to what makes their dynamic so insane yknow what i mean ugh *kicks second manga route* but whatever that scene is 10/10 and in my sick twisted mind this 10000% happens post str too. minus saying goodbye and takane dying yknow. i want these bitches to break down to each other bc they were the only thing they had for over a year and for shintaro to tell takane thank you for being by my side and all that shit and they sob together for an hour and how awkward the aftermath would be

ERM. another shintaro and takane moment but more a takane one. seventh novel confrontation. that whole chapter has my heart but specifically when takane gets teary eyed over kenjirou being clearing and having killed her and haruka. and kano reassuring her it is safe to love the person he was at home and at school and takane cheering up and going yeah he's still a really good guy (goes crazy) and i love that shintaro inner comment is being relieved when she cheers up and if he could help it he'd like to avoid seeing her sad again LOL (the whole chapter he's like SHE'S THE DEVIL SHE IS A DEMON SHE NEEDS TO SINK BACK TO HELL WHERE SHE CAME FROM then she tears up for 30 seconds and he's like WHAT THE FUCK MAKE IT STOP) they are bestfriends ur honor

sixth novel when haruka admits to having feelings for takane. this one is DEFINITELY underrated like i BARELY ever see ppl talk abt it like GIRL ITS RIGHT THERE WHAT IS WRONG WITH U. its generally very cute not only cuz of harutaka but because of shintaro and haruka being bestfriends because haruka realises thru yeah shintaro is my friend!!! but then goes into how calling takane a friend doesn't feel entirely right and "gives him a bad aftertaste in his throat... oh, so it's that kind of thing" i love that both haruka and takane have the "i wonder why" line when it comes to being unable to identify why is it that they feel so inclined to each other. it is so special to me too that haruka identifies his feelings by himself and the only reason he keeps them at bay is his health the fact he will die so what even is the point in indulging in his feelings for her. AUGH. i wanna die. i need ppl to talk abt this bit more. especially since i consider the harutaka bit in the lost day hour comic a callback since haruka wasnt gonna include takane in his interviews. like (tears hair off) WHY DIDNT HE WANT TO. he was all like "uhh yeah i got 1 more person to ask but...." and then takane's the one to be like i still havent given u my answer "oh yeah i was thinking of asking you but..." But what you fucking loser. why do you keep saying but. sorry im so normal abt the harutaka in lost day hour

another one i like is novel 6 when kenjirou calls haruka on the phone (goes crazy) their bond drives me so crazy kenjirou is just collecting kids he is such a good dad i was going crazy over this last night like im so sad he's dead in str like my man you have 4 kids STAY ALIVEEEE GET OUT OF THEREEEEEE *ugly crying*um. yeah. novel 6 revealing the iconic yuukei yesterday bit where kenjirou forces haruka and takane to organize a booth in 1 weeks time wasnt really bc of the principal/administrator/whatever but bc he knew haruka wanted it and needed an excuse to get takane moving therefore get haruka moving. if he only told haruka, haruka would laugh it off and be like noooo but if he Forces takane then she will beat sense into haruka for him. it just says so much abt kenjirous character to me. he is extremely caring but sort of hands off in a way, but when he needs to. he knows how haruka is that's why he used that approach. IT MAKES ME CRAZY adoptive dad for real. also remember how haruka wakes up in the daze already seeing through konohas eyes and sees his dear teacher all sneering being like MAN WHAT A PAIN THESE 2 WERE TO KILLLLL omg konoha ur awake lol look!!! and shows him takanes dead body. GIRL. CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT HARUKA WAS FEELING AT THAT MOMENT. the only adult he ever trusted and could confide in + his last thoughts before dying (aside from being like I DONT WANNA FUCKING DIEEEE) is a goodbye to takane and how she has to be happy and live a long life with all the people she will meet even if without him. and then he sees she is dead killed by this man he trusted so much. girl. *succumbs into despair*

UMMMM yeah those are a few of my favorites. i got a ton more tho. every haruka and takane moment is a favorite too.

#ask tag #kagenalysis

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c2rng · 5 months ago

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Tags: Dream, Casey, Yuzu, Qiaoli, Elias, Cheesetart, edating, angst, comfort, good ending Casey has been admiring Dream from afar, ever since she found him on Youtube. She was his 100th subscriber but also, one of his biggest fans. When Dream got famous on Youtube she was genuinely happy for him, but a problem came which was if Dreams famous that means he'll get haters but of course Casey's gonna defend Dream even though it's a little hard. But something changed on one day, Dream noticed Casey and that's where all the love story starts... Dream then tried finding Casey's social medias, and luckily he did! Dream then messaged her on Instagram, "Hey, I'm Dream i've noticed you've been defending me from the haters in the Youtube comments.. I really wanted to say Thank you for that, and i really appreciate it." He sent to Casey, a few minutes later when Casey checked her phone she was Shocked to see Dream messaged her it's a good thing but.. She had never thought of Dream noticing her or even messaging her. Casey then replied " Haha it's fine no need to thank me! I'm just doing what i want to.." She sent. When Dream saw the message from her, he smiled.. They then kept talking for hours after, and days, months, kept on they got closer and closer day by day and they play video games sometimes together, Dream's fan knew about Casey too and shipped them together. Suddenly one day, Dream asked Casey out "Hey umm.. Casey? I wanna tell you something.. I don't know how to say this but, i really like you more than a friend and a bestfriend really.. I've had a crush on you for a long time" He sent to Casey, and he was blushing while typing this.. And when Casey did saw it, she gasped and blushing at the message Dream sent. She then said "Yes!" happily to Dream. So they started dating, after 2 months they decided to meet up irl and live with eachother, which they did! They even did some 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 stuff together. Everything was great for them these months until.. That night Dream and Casey went to a party, it was dream's "friend" party which was George's. They partied for hours there and Dream was pretty drunk at the moment, Casey went to the bathroom.. and when she came out she saw something shocking and heart-breaking. George and Dream was making out, and George was clearly not drunk yet he kissed him like they both did it casually, and Dream was saying "I love you so much... Georgie.." Which just revealed something. Casey was devastated, her heart breaking.. and she then started crying as she runs out of george's house. She then ran past a mentally challenged black guy, and the guy saw her this sad so he stopped Casey from running and called her. "Hey! you there! Oi Oi Oi.. whats wrong skibidi? who hurt you?" the guy said, Casey responded while sobbing " M-My b-b-boyfriend cheated on me.. that's why.." she said. The guy then said "Over a beta? nah, that's so lame. you can goon with me i'm a sigma and i do looksmaxxing i probably can mog that beta, heh." he said confidently. (+ 1000 aura) But then suddenly, Casey cries even more she saw Elias pinning Cheesetart onto the wall, which gave Casey flashbacks of her and dream. And the mentally challenged guy was secretly panicking but had to keep it cool cause he's mysterious and nonchalant. But then suddenly he couldnt hold it anymore so he hugged Casey "It's ok, i have more aura than that guy who cheated on you, stop crying over that guy i'm the better rizzler and the sigma. if you're gonna cry over him you're gonna lose aura." he said nonchalantly. Casey then nodded her head "You're right.. i can't be crying over him." and so she did stop crying. Yuzu and Qiaoli was taking a walk and saw Casey, they both then ran to her " What's up gang did you cry cause you seem like you did what happened?" Yuzu replied. "

"No no this guy was just helping me out cause, my boyfriend cheated.." Casey responded, "I'm Jadyn." the guy said. "ohh ok.." Both Qiaoli and Yuzu replied. "Alright then Casey if you're fine me and Qiaoli will go home then, cause it's pretty late already." Yuzu said, and Qiaoli nodded her head and said "let's go then." and they walked home. Leaving Jadyn and Casey alone, Jadyn asked "do you wanna stay at my skibidi place?" Casey nods her head " i guess.." Casey stayed at Jadyn's place for the night. After that incident, Casey slowly starts having romantic feelings for Jadyn and they both got closer as well days, weeks, months and just about they were about to confess their feelings to eachother, Dream wanted Casey back and of course Casey's not the same anymore so she rejected Dream "Sumimasen, but you've cheated on me so that's end of relationship for us so say sayonara!" (And in the end Jadyn and Casey lived happily together and got married.)

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snakewiththegrass · 2 years ago

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Your court date was two days ago. I anxiously watched my phone for you to call me as soon as you were out like you said you would, but hours passed by and I got nothing. They booked you at 5:23 p.m. with one of the most devastating pictures I'd ever seen of you. I cried to one of my bestfriends about you and she put money on my phone for your funds... I can't ever thank her enough. You're in for seven days because you forgot your ankle monitor charger at work one night and it died, and for missing a drug counselor appointment... Small careless things.

I miss touching your wirey curly hair... I miss looking into your deep but bright brown eyes. I miss falling asleep with your arms around me. I wish I could know actual peace and freedom with you. I'm constantly worried you'll get ripped away from me for so long. We were supposed to move in together last Wednesday... When I get my paycheck from my new promotion I'll probably start looking for a spot in my home town... I love you dearly, but if I can't move in with you I need to get out of your parents hotel somehow. I can't stay here. It's not good for me, or my animals. I'm not meant to be here. I'm meant to be with you, but the universe is telling me not right now. I have to go with its flow or else I'll just make a hell for myself like I have before.

Your dad slipped and fell yesterday because their half of the hotel flooded... He had to go to the ER... Your nephew Rishi's birthday is today. You and I were supposed to go shopping for him... Your mother goes back to India for a bit tomorrow... Hopefully you'll be out by the time she gets back. I'm assuming your father is going with her unless his fall made them cancel the whole thing. I don't know. I haven't spoken to your mom since yesterday. I'll never forget the day you disappeared. She called me for the first time ever crying. We both cried and just ranted about it. How unfair it is. How much it hurts. I wonder when you'll finally call me again... I'm sorry you're in this situation, but you put it upon yourself and you need to handle it errorlessly. No slip ups. When we first got together you told me you'd be done next month. Then it extended to January... Now nine more months... You sobbed to me about how you wished you'd just done the jail time because you would've been done with it all by now... Three years in jail, two years in drug court. You've been sober the entire time with only 3 minor slip ups but those slip ups cost you so much and not to make it out like this but the town you got in trouble in don't care much for your skin color and I can see that it does effect a lot. It angers me to extremes I've never felt before. It frustrates me to no end. I know you're doing better than others but they get away with so much worse. It's fucked up.

Anyways... I'm soaking in the tub. My dog won't stop whining despite me cuddling him for hours, running around with him outside til he got tired, feeding him, giving him treats... I can't tell if he knows im sad and that's making him sad or if he's whining over you not being here... Everything is so off with you gone... My whole day was based off of your schedule and now you're not here and I don't know what to do with myself... Nothing seems very appealing with you not here.

I miss you, my Light.

I hope to hear from you soon.

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marvelwoman-sugarbaby · 2 years ago

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Poor Baby Hope

CEO!Wandanat x Assistant!Mom!Fem!Reader

BestFriend!MariaHill x Reader

A/N: It’s finally posted!!! Yay 😁 Thank you to all of you for wait patiently. I’m sorry it has taken so long and I will try to write and post whenever I can 🫣

Something Amazing Masterlist

Words: 3233

Genre: Fluff and a little Hurt/Comfort

Warning: Sick People, Cuss Word?

Summary: After a month of dating, on your fifth date, including the family date, Hope gets sick and you decide to stay home with her. Natasha and Wanda understand and decide to make a surprise visit and help.

Y/N POV

When I got up and changed, I made my way to Hope’s room. When I got there, I got all her things together to make it easier to get ready for daycare. As I make my way over to Hope’s bed, I can tell some things off. Her face is scrunched up in discomfort and curled up in the fetal position. I put my hand on her forehead and realized she was burning up.

I took her blanket off and turned on the A.C. Next, I changed her into more breathable clothing, a tank top, and shorts. Then, I go to the kitchen to get the thermometer. When I get back to Hope and check her temperature, it’s 101. I place the water on her bedside table and go back to the kitchen.

I start to make soup for Hope, and as I’m preparing the ingredients, I get on the phone to call Hope’s daycare. I start by shaving the carrots' skin and setting the oven to 350. “Hello, this is ‘Happy Trails Daycare’, and you are speaking with Sophie. How may I help you?” I get out a knife and cutting board, placing the shaved carrots on the board, I start cutting them into bite-sized pieces. “Hi, this is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m calling about Hope Y/L/N. She’s come down with a fever, so she won’t be coming to daycare today.”

I move on to cutting the celery, onion, and garlic. “Oh really. The poor thing. Well, I hope she gets better soon. Goodbye.” “Goodbye.” When I hang up, the next person I call is Natasha and Wanda. As the phone is ringing, I prepare the chicken. “Detka, is everything okay?” I put the chicken in the oven and set a timer for 45 minutes, then continued cutting the garlic. “No, I’m sorry, Nat, I can’t come to work today. Is that okay?”

I bring out a pot, drizzle a little olive oil inside, and wait for it to heat up a little before putting in the carrots, celery, and onions inside as well. “Yeah, that’s fine. Can we ask why?” Wanda sounded a little worried. “It’s fine. It’s just that Hope is sick. Her temperature is at 101.” “Oh, is there anything we can do to help?”

My heart flutters at the fact that they sound genuinely worried about Hope. They even want to help. “As much as I’d love the help, both of you have work. So I will take care of Hope, and the two of you don’t have to worry about it.” The vegetables are now soft, so I add the garlic. “Are you sure you don’t want any help?” “No, I don’t need any help. I got it all taken care of. I’m going to hang up now, so both of you get back to work.” I say in my ‘mom voice’. I hear Wanda and Natasha let out a chuckle on the other side of the phone, bringing a small smile to my face.

When I hang up, I take the chicken out of the oven since the timer went off. I added the chicken broth as well as the spices to the pot. I put the fire on low, so it only keeps everything inside warm. Then, I shred the chicken and put it off to the side, covering the chicken and the soup with a lid.

I go upstairs to wake up Hope. When she wakes up, her eyes are watering, showing she’s close to crying. She instantly puts herself in my arms. Whenever she’s sick, she becomes clingy, so it doesn’t come as a surprise. I take her to the bath and start the water, making it warm but keeping it on the colder side. While I wait for the water to fill up, I get her another change of clothes. It’s a long flowing pink dress that’s soft to the touch.

I help her clean her soap up and even do her hair. When she’s out, I help her brush her teeth and hair. Then, I go back downstairs with Hope on my hip and her face tucked into my neck. I turn the fire for the pot up to medium and wait for it to come to a gentle boil. Once it comes to its boil, I add the egg noodles. I then go to the medicine cabinet to get Hope medicine, but the doorbell rings, and Hope lets out a whine since the doorbell is making her headache worse.

On my way to the door, they keep ringing the doorbell, and since it’s hurting Hope, I start to get mad. “I’m coming. Calm down.” When I get to the door, they ring again as I open the door, a bit agitated, I say. “I have a sick child, and your ringing the-” I pause when I see Natasha and Wanda, and my agitation subsides.

I was thoroughly confused since I could have sworn I told them they should stay at work. I raised an eyebrow and moved my arm that wasn’t holding Hope to rest on my hip. “Sorry, we didn’t know Hope’s head was hurting. If we did, we would’ve just knocked.” “I know, Wanda. I’m just trying to figure out what the two of you are doing here.” Hope took a little peek out of my neck to see Natasha and Wanda’s faces. They both gave her a little smile. “We asked if you wanted help.” Natasha shifted her attention from Hope to me. “And I told you I don’t need help.”

Wanda came closer and stroked Hope's head to give her some relief. It obviously was working since she was leaning into her hand. “Exactly, you said need. But we asked you if you wanted help.” Natasha said, putting emphasis on the words need and wanted.

I gave in and stepped to the side, letting them inside. We all went into the kitchen, where I tried to get back to cooking. Keyword tried, but Wanda was pretty adamant that she would do it while I held Hope. I’m not really used to all this help. I mean, I know I have Maria, but she’s too busy doing things to help most of the time. Leaving me to do everything by myself with Hope clinging to my side. So having someone try to lighten my load feels foreign, let alone two. Reluctantly I let Wanda finish making the soup.

I get out the medicine, and as soon as Hope sees it, she starts to whine. “No, mommy. I don’t want it.” She starts squirming, so I put her down and crouch to her level. “I know, it tastes nasty, but it will make you feel all better.” I get out a cup and apple juice from the fridge to fill the cup with. I turn around to face Hope. “How about right after you drink the yucky medicine, you can drink the juice. Then you won’t even know you drank the medicine.”

Hope asks to be picked up, so I place her on the counter. I give her the medicine and hold onto the juice waiting for her to take her medicine. When she drinks it, her face scrunches in disgust and immediately goes for the juice. She chugged it all down like she hadn’t had anything to drink in days. “I can still taste it, mommy, and it’s yucky.” I let out a little chuckle and picked up Hope with the cup in her hands. “How about you drink some water?” I take Hope’s cup from her and put it in the sink.

“But can I just have more juice?” I give her a laugh. “That’s cute but know I think you’ve had enough juice for a sick girl.” I kiss her on the forehead and make a cup of water, and she drinks most of it. “All better, little love?” She nods and hides her head in my neck again. Before the rest of her water can spill, I take it from her hands and place it on the counter.

“The soups done.” Wanda says in a quiet voice so as to not hurt Hope’s head any more than she already had. I look over at her, and she’s making two bowls. Natasha comes up to me and places her hand on my lower back. “Why don’t I feed Hope while you eat, detka.” I’m about to decline Wanda speaks up. “It wasn’t a request, moya lyubov’.” “But-” As soon as I let that out of my mouth, Wanda’s head tilts to the side, so I know I’m not winning this one.

“Little love.” She looks up at me, looking a little tired and weak, which breaks my heart a little. “Can Natasha feed you while mommy eats?” She just nods and reaches for Natasha. Natasha has a smile on her face that reaches her eyes when Hope reaches for her. I’ve only ever seen that smile when she’s with Wanda and, as of recently me. It truly warms my heart, and I feel my heart skip a beat.

Natasha takes Hope’s bowl from Wanda and goes to the table, where Natasha lets Hope sit on her lap. When I go to reach for my bowl, I remember that they need to eat as well. “What’s the matter, moya lyubov’?” “What are you and Natasha going to eat?” She gives me a smile and a kiss on the head. “We already ate before you called. It’s okay. You can eat.” Satisfied, I take the bowl and a seat next to Natasha. Wanda follows me and takes the other seat next to mine.

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When Hope and I finish eating, I take our bowls to the sink while Natasha takes Hope to the living room. When I get to the living, the first thing I see is Hope cuddled into Natasha’s chest and Natasha stroking her head. Wanda comes up from behind and puts her arms around my waist and her head on my shoulder.

“She’s always loved children and wanted one. But we never could.” I turned my head to Wanda, looking toward Natasha and Hope with a sad expression, and her eyes were watering a little.

I turned in her hold and cupped her face having her face me. “What happened?” She had a fond smile on her face. “Natasha was told that she could never have a child. So we decided I would carry them.” A tear rolled down her face as I could feel my eyes start to water. “We had twins. Billy and Tommy.” Her fond smile turned into a sad frown. “But they had defects that could be helped, and eventually, they both succumbed to them.”

The tears were now coming out of Wanda’s eyes like a waterfall. I wiped away the ones I could, and eventually, she stopped. When she looked into my eyes, she looked so broken, and I didn’t know what to do. So I grabbed the back of her neck with both my hands and kissed her. Wanda brought me in closer by my waist. I felt her lips form a small smile. When I pulled away, she still looked sad, but she looked happier.

Wanda took one of my hands from behind her neck and brought the back of it up to her lips and gave it a peck. We went up to Hope and Natasha hand in hand. “Hey, Hope, how do you feel about watching a movie? Your choice, of course.” Hope took her face out of Natasha’s face and gave Wanda a nod and smile. Hope decided that she wanted to watch an ocean documentary because the animals are pretty. Her words, not mine.

That didn’t stay on too long because the animals were killing other animals, and Hope didn’t like that. So instead, we just watched Clifford (because Hope is an educated child and knows good cartoons.) Hope spent the rest of the day going between the three of us, and when it was nap time, she slept in Wanda’s arms.

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At the end of the day, at Hope's bedtime, I started to lull her to sleep. I walked around with her head on my shoulder. I also rubbed her lower back to soothe her. Hope fell asleep after only a half-hour, it would have taken a shorter time, but since she was sick, it didn’t help.

After I tucked her into bed, I went to my room where Natasha and Wanda were. They are in some of my pajamas, sitting against the headboard with space between them. When I go onto the bed, I place my head on Natasha’s lap and my feet on Wanda’s.

Natasha stroked my head gently while smiling down at me. “Hi, detka.” I gave Natasha a hum of acknowledgment. Wanda started massaging my feet, and I let out a groan of relief. “Moya lyubov’?” “Yes.” I turn my face, so I can look at Wanda.

“Will you be our girlfriend?” I give them a smile that reaches my ears. “My goodness, Wanda. I knew you were brave, but I thought you’d have Natasha ask.” Wanda gave me a light slap on the leg, and we all laughed.

“So, is that a yes or a no.” I sit up, grab Natasha by the neck, and kiss her. When I pull back, her eyes are still closed. ”So is that a yes.” I laugh and hit Natasha’s shoulder, then I kiss Wanda.

“Yes, that’s a yes.”

When we go to sleep, Natasha is hugging me from behind, and I face Wanda’s direction and lay my head on her chest. In the morning, when we woke up, Hope was feeling like herself again.

But as happy as I am that Hope is all better, that didn’t last long.

Third Person POV

Hope had just gotten up and was feeling much better than she was the day before, so she ran to her mom's room. When she got inside, Y/N was in the middle of the bed with Wanda and Natasha on either side of her. Hope jumped onto the bed, crawling onto Wanda to get to Y/N. Safe to say, that woke Wanda up pretty quickly. Hope started to bounce on Y/N, effectively waking her and Natasha up as well.

“Mommy, mommy, you have to get up. I have to go to daycare. Y/N let out a groan, and when she did, she felt something coming up from her stomach. As fast as she could, she moved Hope off of her, jumped over Wanda, and made a b-line for the bathroom. When she got there, she started throwing up into the toilet.

Hope came in after Y/N and sat next to her. “Do you want me to call Aunty? I would ask the other two, but they don’t look any better than you.” Hope was on her knees with her hand in her lap. Wanda came in right after Hope had said that. Y/N looked like Wanda was about to seconds from falling face-first onto the floor. Y/N shifted her sight from Wanda to Hope.

“Little love, why don’t you call Aunty and tell her you’re going to be staying with her until mommy’s all better.” Hope got excited and shouted okay a little too loud, causing the newly sick people to flinch. Hope followed by saying sorry in a much softer voice and ran off.

Y/N went into the room and crashed on the bed. “You look like crap.” Y/N lifted her face from the bed to look at Natasha. “Haha. Well, you’re not looking any better, hot stuff.” Y/N groaned again and hid her face in the bed.

As all the adults were having a terrible time with their fever, Hope was in her room calling Maria with Y/N’s phone. “Sup asshole, whatcha calling for?” Hope was very confused as to what that word meant, so she asked. “Aunty, what’s an asshole?”

On the other end of the line, Maria’s eyes went wide. “Hope! What are you doing with your mom's phone?” “Mommy and the other girls here are sick, so she said to call you. I need you to take me to daycare.”

Maria waited for her heartbeat to slow down before she responded. That’s when she realized Hope said ‘other girls’. That meant that Wanda and Natasha were there. And Maria being Maria, assumed that something 18+ happened. So with a smile on her face, she said. “Okay, I’ll be right over.”

When Maria hung up, Hope ran to Y/N’s room and jumped onto the bed. “Aunty Maria said she’s on her way, mommy.” Y/N gave her hum and stroked her head.

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When Maria got there, she let herself in and went straight to Y/N’s room. Maria leaned against the open door with a smirk. Natasha was lying down with her arm covering her eyes. Y/N had her feet tangled with Natasha’s and her hands covering her face. And Wanda was in the bathroom hunched over the toilet.

“Wow, the three of you look like crap.” Maria laughed but refused to enter the room with the sick people. Y/N just sticks her hand up and to give her the middle finger. Natasha and Wanda feel too much like crap to care that someone they barely know is seeing them at their weakest.

Hope came out of the bathroom where she tried helping Wanda by rubbing her back, saying, ‘mommy rubs my back when I get sick. Hope ran into Maria’s arms, and Maria lifted her up. “Hey there, pretty girl. How are you?”

“I’m okay, but mommy and her friends aren’t.” Hope tilted her head with doe eyes. “Yeah, well, with all the se-“ Maria looked at Hope in the eyes, and Hope looked at her confused. “Fun adult stuff they were no doubt doing if one of them were sick, it would make sense that all of them are now.”

“What fun adult stuff?” Hope brows were furrowed, looking between her mom and Maria. “Maria, we didn't do anything like that. Hope was sick, and they came over to help.” With a huff, Hope crossed her arms and made a pouting face. Then a face of remembrance crossed her face. “Mommy, what’s an asshole?” Y/N shot up and looked at her daughter. Maria's eyes went wide, but Y/N assumed it was because she was surprised. “Hope, where did you hear that word?”

“Aunty Maria. When I called you, she said, ‘Sup asshole’” Maria covers Hope's mouth to try to get her to stay quiet. Y/N gave Maria a death glare. “MARIA HILL, I SWEAR!” Maria started to run downstairs.

”MARIA HILL! DAMN YOU, AT LEAST DON’T FORGET HOPE’S BAG!” Maria got Hope's bag and left as fast as she could. She could deal with Y/N rath some other time.

Natasha was trying hard not to laugh, but eventually, she couldn’t hold it. Y/N gave Natasha a death glare. Wanda came out from the bathroom and put her hands on her shoulder. “Why don’t we all take a nap and calm down.”

Y/N took a breath and lay on Wanda’s chest. Y/N decided she’d give Maria a piece of her mind when she was better.

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