#someone explain because i’ve been sitting here trying to figure it out and i can’t come up with ANYTHING 😞

[w1yre]

can someone please explain this to me. i really REALLY like men right but when i date a man irl i get like this weird sense of regret being in a relationship with a guy even if he’s a really good guy and i like him

BUT when i start dating a girl since i finally realized that i am in fact also a girl kisser(i had a good idea that i was bi but for me it was hard to accept because of standards set irl) i don’t have that weird sense of regret WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?????????

[godmadeaterribleerror]

Chapter 2 - Burial

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Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader (platonic), angst, very light fluff, mutual pining, time loop!

Summary/Warnings: You have a talk with Sam, and try to figure out what the hell is going on with this time loop. Usual Warnings.

Author's Note: Gotta love a montage episode. Enjoy!

Word Count: 5.6k

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

“And this is-“ Sam shakes his head, rubbing his forehead as he frowns into the air. “How many loops did you say you’d gone through-“

“Five.” You mutter, kicking a rock with the tip of your shoe. “This is number five.”

Sam gives you an apologetic sigh. “I mean, that’s not half bad. I did mine like, a hundred times.”

“Yeah, but-“

“And you said yours doesn’t have a reset point?”

You swallow, and kick another rock. This one bounces a little further. “You’re gonna have to explain that again.”

“Most time loops have a reset point-“

You give him a flat look. “Most time loops?”

Sam winces, running a hand through his hair. “In movies.”

“So we’re going off of movies-“

“I’ve only lived through one time loop,” Sam mutters your name with a grimace. “And it had a reset point. Every time loop movie has a reset point. Unless you know anyone else-“

“No.” You sigh. Third rock. All the way into the gutter of the road. “Sorry, it’s just- Long five days.”

He nods, and there’s a moment of silence, the only sounds in the world birds and the distant rush of cars as you and Sam sit on the curb of the highway. 

You’ve been here almost an hour. Soon Dean is going to notice that you’re both missing, and that the last thing he’d seen of you was a blur and shout sprinting past him and leaving without explanation. He’ll send Cas to find you, if you’re not careful. Or worse, he’ll track you down himself.

“Reset point?” Sam prompts, and you sigh, frowning at the pavement.

“It’s- I don’t remember-“

“In a lot of time loops it’s only falling asleep.” He offers. “But sometimes it’s like- an event. Mine was Dean dying.”

You blink at him, and pray he can’t see the obvious panic eating up your throat. “I- did he always die-“

“Every fucking time.”

“Oh.”

“It’s- that was supposed to be the lesson. That I couldn’t save him.” The last word is a little choked, and you hug your knees to your chest as the silence stretches on.

You could have it worse.

This isn’t great, but you could really have it worse.

“Is Dean a part of your reset point?”

You shake your head, keeping your eyes set on the ground. Fourth rock, lost somewhere in the grass. 

“But- do you have one-“

“Someone will- I’ll be told a secret,” you mumble. “Or a lie, or something. Then it will reset.”

Sam frowns at you. “Or something?”

“It’s only loop five, Sam, I haven’t been taking notes.”

“Fair. Will, uh- If I tell you secret, will it reset?”

You shrug. You’re going to have to come up with a better lie next time.

Or you could tell Sam the truth. That every reset point is a very specific person, telling you a very specific secret.

But you’re already exhausted. And Sam will want to talk about it.

The truth is something that can be saved for loop one hundred. Dire last resorts.

Right now, you don’t really know what it means yourself, and you’d rather not have the I may be in love with Dean, and that might be having consequences conversation right now. You don’t want to think about how Dean’s I love you’s are all probably part of this horrible, twisted prank from the universe, and if you say it back, you’ll be saying it to a ghost. You’ll mean it. He won’t.

You don’t hate yourself enough to break your cardinal rule of don’t think about it, don’t entertain it, and never tell Dean just because you’re suddenly caught in a time loop.

“Probably not.“ You mutter. “It’s- I don’t know. Hard to explain.”

Sam just nods, frowning at the air as he wrings his hands, his words slow and careful. “The best gamble I have for this is a trickster, but- I don’t understand why he’d target you.”

You tilt your head at him. “I mean- Hasn’t Gabriel been dead for years-“

“I don’t think death has ever really stuck to the people we know.” Sam mutters, his voice dry. “And there might be multiple tricksters. I found mine because he was the only thing that ever changed, but- It took a while. You might be here,” He gestures around to the air. “For a… while.”

“Awesome.” You mutter. Fifth rock. Gutter again. “So just wait for someone to change?”

Sam nods. “How many people did you see, on the first day?”

“You. Dean. Cas.” You frown, counting off on your fingers. “I went to the grocery store on the first loop, but that was pretty much it. And the third loop I went to get Dean from a bar-“

Sam makes an odd face. “Why was Dean at a- Did you guys fight?”

You blink at him. “No, we didn’t- It’s Dean, why wouldn’t he be at a bar?”

“When was the last time you saw him go to bar,” Sam says your name, his expression making you think there’s something obvious that you’re being stupid for missing. “I mean- I knew he wanted to talk to you-“

“Talk to me?” Your voice is a squeak, and you think your nails are going to leave a mark on your skin. “I- Why would he-“

“It’s, uh-“ Sam swallows, giving you an apologetic look before returning his gaze to the ground. “I can’t tell you. It’s a Dean conversation.”

You’re about to push it further, ask what the fuck a Dean conversation is, but Sam moves on, and your mouth snaps shut.

“We should head back soon, or Dean might tear up the state looking for us. You might just have to ride it out, but-“ Sam runs a hand through his hair, glancing down the road as if Dean might appear, storming towards you with a shout. 

He won’t. 

But Cas might.

“If you need me,” Sam gives you a weak, toothless smile. “Tell me, uh, it’s been a long Tuesday, and I’ll understand.”

You nod wearily, and a shout of your name breaks through the air.

Dean didn’t send Cas.

“What the hell are you two doing?” He’s storming down the road, shotgun in hand as he scans over you and Sam on the curb, obviously assessing you for injuries. “Just running out of the bunker, not telling me where you’re going, then vanishing for two goddamn hours-“

“We’re fine, Dean-“

“Shut it, Sam. Something could’ve happened to you, we don’t know what’s in these woods-“

You raise your brows at him. “A crazy man with a shotgun?”

Sam snorts, and Dean looks like he’s going to strangle you. It was a low blow. You’re going to need to work on patience a little bit more, if Sam is right.

At this pace, you’ll have stabbed someone, or gotten stabbed yourself, before loop seventy-five.

“You think you’re funny,” Dean snaps your name, his grip on the gun white-knuckled. “But we’ve hunted fucking vamps and wolves out here, kid-“

“Don’t call me kid-“

“Then don’t run off in the middle of the goddamn night like one-“

“It’s noon!” You gape at him. “I- Sam is with me-“

Dean rolls his eyes, his voice only a grunt. “Should’ve taken me to your secret little meeting-“

“Our- What is going on with you-“

“You were gone for hours!” He snaps, and Sam only sighs, as if he’s been waiting for whatever this is to snap. “I- I was fucking worried-“

“Why-“

“Because I love you! And I don’t want you to get fucking hurt,” Dean shouts your name, and you think you physically deflate.

Fuck.

“You- I can’t not worry when I-“

“Yeah, you love me.” You run a hand over your face, and there’s the light. If this is a trickster, you’re going to need have a serious conversation with them—involving a lot of guns and knives—about what constitutes a joke, and how this is more of a Sisyphean-like torture, vaulting you up to heaven, only for you to know you’ll always crash right back down. “I know. See you guys tomorrow.”

Everything fades to black, but you can still see Dean staring at you, looking as if you’d shot him right through the chest.

——————

You’ve been here before.

You’re going to be here a while. Staring at the ceiling, tangled in blankets but without sheets, listening to Dean sing down the hallway and counting down the seconds until-

“Son of a bitch!”

Take six.

Sam said to find the Trickster. That he’d be the only thing that changed.

But things have changed. Not the set you’ve been plunged into—a cruel, mocking twist of your life where everything seems designed to torture you, entrapping you in a vicious cycle of your favorite dream, made into a nightmare—but the script. They always come back to the same lines, but you’d found ways to pry new things out of them. 

You’re not really sure what that means.

You’re going to have to figure it out. 

You wander into the kitchen a little later than usual, and Dean has already cleaned up his breakfast mess. He’s scowling at the fridge, and before he can greet you, and you take the cereal out of the cabinet to place it on the counter.

“I’m going grocery shopping with Cas later,” you tell him, grabbing your apple and dropping onto a stool. “Ice your hand, Winchester.”

“I, uh-“ Dean glances down at his palm, then back to you with a frown. “How’d you-“

“I heard the pan fall. And you forgot the cleaner wipes.” You nod to the floor, where little bits of bacon are still scattered across the tile. “I know you’re better at cleaning than that, Dean.”

He shrugs, moving to sit at your side. “Didn’t know where they were-“

“Liar.” You block him with a hand, narrowing your eyes. “Ice.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart, I’m fine-“

“That’s a second-degree burn, dumbass. Ice.”

He scans over you with a slight frown, but gives in all the same.

Dean ices his burn. Sam returns from his run, and Dean looks like a keyed car but that’s a simile, not a metaphor, and they fight about running as a concept. Ten miles, and Sam needs a shower. Dean would tear a hamstring.

“I’m not going to run with you, Sam.” You turn your apple core in your hand, and you already sound exhausted. “You were gone for like, seven hours. That’s too long.”

Sam shrugs. “I’d call it impressive-“

“That’s because you’re insane.” 

“See, Sammy? Some of us got priorities.” Dean grins, and squeezes your thigh. “That’s my girl.”

Sparks. Sunlight. Open wound. 

This is going to suck. 

You throw up when Cas transports you to the grocery store, and you really need to just stop fucking eating that apple. 

Cas is stuck on the Oreos. You try to direct him from the mint to the vanilla, but he seems entranced by the mint and double-stuffed for Cas reasons, and you end up with a box of both. Dean will take drastic measures for bacon. You get cherry pie instead of pumpkin, Cas gets honey, and you decide to buy two tubs of ice because you’re having a shit fucking day.

“Forgive me if I am overstepping.” Cas says at the checkout line, and you sigh, focusing your attention on the different flavors of gum on display. “But I am… more perceptive than most-“

“I know I have feelings for Dean.” You cut him off with a flat voice. “I’m not going to tell him.”

Cas frowns. “I firmly believe that it would be to both your benefits to have a conversation-“

“Drop it, Cas. I’m serious.”

He drops it. 

You get back to the bunker, throw up, and bring Dean the pie this time, passing it to him without a word before dropping in your chair.

“You’re an angel, sweetheart.” He whispers, and when you look up, he’s gaping at you the same way he did in the kitchen, two loops ago. Like you’re priceless, and he’s afraid of that. “You know that?”

“No,” you mumble, pulling a book into your lap. “He’s putting the food away.”

Dean doesn’t snort this time. He just keeps staring at you, leaning forward in his chair as if his body isn’t fully in control.

Fuck. 

“I love you,” he says it like it’s a weapon. Like he’s trying to wield the words best he can to convince you. “You gotta know that, right? You’re an angel, and I fuckin’ love you.”

You give him a soft smile, and let out a long breath. 

The light clicks off.

“Yeah. I know.”

Everything fades to black.

——————

You’ve been here before.

“Son of a bitch!”

Cleaner. You manage to dodge the squeeze of your thigh when you step over Dean on the floor, but barely. Cereal and marshmallows. Burn and ice and running, similes and metaphors, and you don’t eat the apple, but when you get to the grocery store you still end up talking about Oreos, and Cas is more perceptive than most. 

Dean will take drastic measures for bacon.

You get apple pie instead of cherry. It doesn’t change anything. 

You’re an angel, sweetheart, you know that?

No, he’s putting the pie away.

Sam comes in, then leaves.

You still seeing that guy from the city?

Small, strange fight. Dean storms off, and calls you in five hours. 

You go for him this time, but you call him and make him find his own way to the car. It strains at your heart as he stumbles into the parking lot—you want him to lean over you and mumble in your ear, to call you baby and walk you back to a wall and kiss you until you’re moaning and stupid—but you’ve played out going inside before.

And none of this will matter when you’re back here in a few loops anyway. You’ll let yourself go inside them.

Dean leans in the window, a wide, sloppy grin over his face as he slurs out your name. “You’re- Shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty-“

“I know, Dean.” You sigh, nodding to the passenger’s seat. “Get in the car.”

He shakes his head, a large hand reaching inside the car to hold your chin, angling it to force your gaze onto his drunken, glossed-over eyes. “No, ya’ don’t. Don’t get it. More than pretty, baby- I gotta- needed to tell you something-“

“Dean-“

He slams his lips to yours, and you almost go slack. He still tastes like whiskey, and this time you can smell the evergreen of his aftershave, and it’s all somehow better than the first time. He’s more desperate, and impossibly less controlled. Biting at your lower lip and all but shoving his tongue down your throat before starting to kiss and suck a line over your jaw, humming when you whimper and smirking against your skin.

When he pulls back, there’s the blown-out adoration and affection all over his face once more. 

And he just leaves. Stands up, stumbles his way around the car, and drops in the passenger’s seat with a wide, toothy, dazed grin.

You swallow, and start the car.

Maybe you’ll make it to the end of the night without an incident. Maybe you won’t get to come back to the bar, because you’d somehow tamed whatever had come over Dean in all the past loops, and he’d kissed you without saying the thing, so you were free-

Dean’s hand finds your thigh, and he squeezes. Sparks and sunlight and raw and fuck-

“I love you.” He says your name, and when you glance at him, he’s watching you with the priceless expression. “You’re- Yeah. Love you.”

You can’t say anything. The light is turning off, but your words are stuck in your throat.

You just tangle your fingers with his, squeeze his hand three times, and everything fades to black. 

——————

You’ve been here before. 

You don’t make it out of the kitchen this time. You get out of bed in time to see Dean drop the pan, and you’re grabbing the ice before he can even greet you.

It’s alright, sweetheart, I’m fine-

You mumble the words along with him as you grab his hand, trace your fingers lighting over the thin, blistering mark, and press the ice right over his hand.

Holding it there.

Right until you look up, and he’s looking at you like you’re priceless.

This kiss is slower. More careful. His free hand moves to cup your face, and his lips are cautious on yours, like he’s afraid he’ll set off some sort of bomb.

“I love you.” He mummers against your lips, and you ignore it, just deepening the kiss as the light turns off.

You’ll hear him say it again tomorrow.

The taste of coffee and smell of evergreen stick to your mind long after everything fades to black.

——————

You’ve been here before.

You almost glide through it this time, because maybe playing it through right will be what this calls for. 

The kitchen. Eat the apple then throw it up. Oreos and pie and honey, shut down Cas in the checkout line and make a horrible joke when Dean calls you an angel—it hurts more this time, and you think it might build up to something that turns your whole body to stone, not just your heart—then have a stupid fight about the Suit from the City. 

When Dean calls you, send Cas. When he returns, help him to bed and ignore how he’s calling you pretty. 

You haven’t done this part since the first time.

You’d forgotten how hard it was. 

“Dean, you’re holding me really tight-“

“Gotta hold you. You’re gonna leave.”

You sigh, combing your finger through his hair. “I’d never leave you, Dean. Never.”

You don’t think you said leave you last time.

That’s probably why things move just an inch faster.

“Good. Can’t do it… Don’t- you need to be here, baby. Need you.” He hums, and you shiver, but his voice is softer than the first time.

Here it comes. 

“Love you.”

“I know.” You whisper, and the light goes off. “Go to sleep, Dean.”

The first snore tears through the air, and everything fades to black.

——————

You’ve been here before.

You’ve made no progress towards leaving.

Son of a bitch!

You need to avoid him. If you’re going to find the trickster in here, you priority can’t be thinking about Dean, and when he’ll say it, and if he’ll kiss you again this time. 

The only places you see other people are at the grocery store and the bar. 

You eat the apple and throw it up—for consistency—and no one changes or gives a sign that they’re in on this.

Instead of sitting with Dean in the library, you hide in your room, hoping you’ll be able to check out the bar and still manage to avoid him.

Dean ends up at the bar anyway.

When you go to get him, you realize your mistake the second you see him. 

He doesn’t wait until you’ve paid his tab this time. He pulls you right between his legs, picks you up, and sets you on the bar as he kisses you. Going until the room is spinning, right before shouting that he loves you for the whole bar to hear.

The light goes off as you let out a heavy breath, drop your head onto his chest and cling to his shoulders as he presses a kiss to your brow and repeats the words.

Quieter. Only for you to hear.

It’s the first time he’s said it twice.

Everything fades to black.

——————

You’ve been here before.

This time you make Cas get Dean, and then go investigate the bar yourself.

Nothing’s changed, and before you can leave Dean pops in front of you—Cas at his side, giving you an apologetic look—and hauls you into his arms, shouting about your safety the same as he had on the curb with Sam.

“Dean-“

“You can’t just fucking vanish like that,” he snaps at you, his anger seeming to have sobered him up in half a heartbeat. “I- You freaked me the hell out-“

“I’m fine-“

“But what if you weren’t.”

“But I am.”

“But-“

You sigh, dropping your head onto his shoulder. You’re too tired to fight, and he’s big and warm, and you don’t really like this loop enough to drag it on. “Why do you care.” You mutter, try to draw it out of him, so you can wake up semi-rested, in your bed without sheets. “It’s not like I’m a child-“

“No, but I-“ He cuts himself off, and now he’s reluctant to say it. “It doesn’t matter.“

You’re so tired. “Pussy.”

His steps freeze, his voice dropping to almost a growl. “Excuse me?”

“Just say it, Dean, you fucking pussy.” You lean back, holding his glare with your own. This is cruel, but you just want to start over. You’d avoided him all day for nothing, and now he’s mad and you feel like stone and you just want it to be over. “Say it.”

“Say what-“

“Why the fuck do you care what I do or don’t do-“

“Because you’re my- You-“ He sets you down on the roof of a random car, running a hand over his face. “Sweetheart, what the hell are you trying to-“

“Why are you getting so fucking drunk, Dean. Why do you care if I’m fucking the suit from the city?!”

His eyes widen. “You’re-“

“Yeah, I’m fucking him. What are you going to do about it, you fucking-“

Kiss. Rough, bruising, angry kiss that’s like a shot of heroine to your bloodstream, and big, rough hands tugging at your hair as you moan down his throat.

“I love you, you fucking brat. I’m going to fuck you so good you never even think about anyone else.” Dean shoves his knee between your thighs, drawing out a high whine from your lips. “You got that?”

“Yeah. I do.” You smile against his lips, and the light goes off. “Thank you.”

Everything fades to black.

——————

You’ve been here before.

Blanket. No sheets. You mouth son of a bitch right as Dean shouts it, and you’ve really gotten the hang of this.

Dean needs to ice his hand, and when he says it’s alright, sweetheart, I’m fine, you say it at the exact same time, dropping your voice to mimic his.

He stares at you. “How’d you-“

You shrug, and point to the fridge. “Ice. And there’s cereal in the cabinet, but no milk. I-“

You pause, glancing at the apples on the counter. You’re hungry. 

Maybe you won’t go shopping today.

“I’ll give you a list to go shopping later.” You grab the apple—the fucker is going to stay in your stomach, this time around—and sit down at the counter. “Take Cas, he can carry more things.”

Dean frowns. “I can carry things-“

“I know you can, Dean. Cas can carry more. Ice your fucking hand.”

He stares at you, making no effort to move to the freezer. “You feeling okay? You’re- you seem a bit, I dunno, touchy-“

“I’m fine-“

Dean shakes his head, dropping down next you and placing his hand on your thigh. Sparks. Sunlight. 

This is going to kill you.

“Look,” he says your name carefully, and you might end up throwing up without Cas. “You know you can, I dunno, talk to me, right? About anything, even if it’s really freakin’ dumb?”

You let out a long breath, burying your face in your hands as your heart turns back to that tight stone. “Yeah, I know. It’s Lucky Charms in the cabinet, Dean. Hand,” you poke him right over the burn, and he winces. “Then you can eat your marshmallows.”

He’s staring at you again. It’s the expression. The one that’s warning you what’s coming, and-

“Dude, what’s wrong with you.” Sam walks into the kitchen, and Dean scowls. “You look like a keyed car.”

“It’s a simile,” you tell Dean, before anything can get away from you. “Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s been a long Tuesday.”

Sam’s eyes flash, his mouth opening and closing, and it worked. 

“You- uh, you’re sure-“

“Positive.” You mumble, and Dean coughs, saying your name slowly.

“It’s a Friday-“

You frown at him, shaking your head. “It’s Saturday-“

“No, Dean’s right.” Sam gives you an odd look. “It’s Friday.”

You blink between them, and pull out your phone.

It is Friday.

You could’ve sworn it was Saturday. This whole time, you’ve been certain it was Saturday.

Sam clears his throat. “Dean, uh- You should go get the groceries.”

Dean shakes his head. “You freakin’ do it, I’m-“

“You’re not busy.” Sam rolls his eyes, moving further into the kitchen. “And I just ran ten miles, dude. I need a shower.”

You tune out the rest of the conversation. You’ve heard it before. Hamstrings and junk food, and when Sam finally gets Dean to go find Cas for food—texting him the list instead—you remember at the last second to add a second text to Cas, telling him to get cherry pie instead of pumpkin.

“You’re- uh.” Sam scratches the back of his neck once you’re alone, watching you carefully. “Time loop, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“And this is-“ Sam shakes his head, rubbing his brow as he frowns into the air. “How many-“

“Lost count.” You mutter. “Can’t find a trickster, by the way. I kept getting-“ You cut yourself off with a sigh, a hundred Dean’s saying love you echoing around in your head like the most beautifully horrible chorus in the world. “Never mind. You wanna watch a movie?”

Sam blinks at you. “A- What?”

“I know Dean has some time loop movies.” You glance out to the hall, letting out a long breath. “You told me that’s all we had to go off of-“

“I did?” Sam frowns. “When did I-“

“Time loop, Sam.”

“Oh, uh- Right.” He gives you an apologetic look. “Sorry. Kind of forgot-“

“’S fine. I don’t care. Movies?”

“Yeah, uh, sure.” Sam doesn’t try to stand, just staring at you with a slight frown. “Do you know your- Did I tell you about reset points-“

You nod, swallowing down a lump in your throat. You’re too tired to lie, this time around. “I have one. It’s- Dean tells me a secret.”

Sam raises his brows. “A secret? Is it- Did he talk to you.”

“He talks to me all the time, Sam-“

Sam says your name, his voice flat. “You know that’s not what I meant. Did he? Talk to you, I mean-“

“Yeah.” You sigh. “He did. Does. Every time. And then,” you snap your fingers, grimacing slightly, and Sam frowns.

“Do you, uh, what have you said back?”

You’ve never said anything back.

You really don’t want to talk about it.

“Can we please just watch the movies?” You look up with a pleading expression before Sam can answer. “Please.”

Sam sighs, but nods, and follows you to the Dean Cave without another word.

Dean doesn’t have as many time loop movies as you’d thought, so you start to look online while Sam makes popcorn. Dean’s out getting groceries with Cas. He won’t be home for a few hours, and that’s all the more time before you’re in danger of him finding you and saying it. Before the reset point hits, and you have to explain everything to Sam again. 

You get through two and half movies, scratching likely useless notes on a piece of paper, avoiding Sam’s pointed looks when the answer on the screen is confront your flaws.

Telling Dean you love him won’t help. Even if it’s not a trickster, you’re still pretty certain it’s not real. This is Dean. He’s not good with his emotions, let alone being vulnerable with them, and—even if he really did feel something for you, out there in the real world—you think he’d eat a bullet before he’d just say he loves you. 

Even if Sam keeps claiming he was going to talk to you, that might just be another part of the loop that isn’t real. 

The first time you’d drifted through this day, Dean hadn’t said the thing. The only real time you’d woken up in a bed without sheets, you’d put Dean to bed and left him there without another word. 

So love isn’t the answer here. Not when it’s not even real.

And Sam isn’t being helpful, with all those fucking looks. He’s barely even paying attention the movies—he keeps trying to talk to you about the next case, vamps, but you don’t really care—watching them like they’re the most boring thing he’s ever seen whenever his eyes flick up.

And Dean is Dean.

So when he bursts into the room with a tub of ice cream—the same ice cream you’d gotten with Cas on your grocery runs—he’s immediately dropping at your side, kicking his feet up and grinning at you like you’re the only thing in the world.

“You know, it’s pretty freakin’ rude to watch my movies without me, sweetheart-“

You shrug, giving him a half-apologetic smile. “You were out-“

“Coulda waited for me. I love- Uh-“ He looks back to the screen with a small frown. “What movie is this?”

You snort. “Happy Death Day.”

“I didn’t know I owned that one-“

“You don’t. I rented it.” Sam cuts in from his chair, not looking up from his laptop. “Hey, Dean, have you ever heard of the any vamps that-“

Dean turn the volume all the way up, shooting you a wink and passing the ice cream into your hands.

“Got this for you. And I’d share my pie, but it’s, uh-“

You give him a soft smile. “You ate it all, didn’t you.”

“You know me so well.” He grins at you for another, long second, and turns back to the TV.

Four more movies. Almost all of them end by either finding the person who put them there—you’d tried that, hadn’t worked—or finding the right thing to do, and doing it.

That won’t work here either. 

“Are we only gonna watch these time loop movies-“

“Yes.” 

Dean sighs, tipping his head back to rest on the couch. “Alright. Can I get some beer?”

You give him an amused look. “What are you gonna do if I say no?”

“Uh- Get it anyway?”

You raise your brows, and he rolls his eyes.

“Shut up, kid.”

You shrug, looking back to the TV and ignoring the stone over your heart. “I didn’t say anything, buddy.”

“Don’t-“ Dean cuts himself off with a shake of his head. “Sammy, you want a beer?”

“Sure. You, uh-“ He glances up to Dean with a frown, lowing his voice as if you won’t still be able to hear it. “You gonna do the-“

“Beer.” Dean claps his hands together, pushing off the couch and ignoring Sam entirely. “Be right-“

You grab his wrist, and he seems to freeze under your touch. 

“I- uh-“

“Do I not get a beer?” You ask, and his shoulders visibly relax as a half-smirk tugs at his lips.

“Not after last night, sweetheart.”

You frown at him. “Last- Huh?”

His smirk grows. “You don’t remember it, do you?”

You release his wrist.  “I- remember-“

“You got wasted last night, sweetheart.” He scans you over, the smirk only growing. “You threw up on Sammy.”

“And the floor. And her bed.” Sam mutters from his seat, shooting you a grimacing look of apology. “Don’t feel bad, Dean just wasn’t fast enough.”

Your head is spinning, starting to cloud over with that fog from the first few loops. Like a hazy veil is covered purposefully and carefully over your eyes. “I- Dean?”

“I was fast, man,” he snaps, glaring at Sam. “you were in the way-“

“Dean.” You squeeze his hand, trying to steady yourself or check he’s real or something, and he blinks at you. “What did I do?”

“You’re a lightweight, sweetheart-“

“No- I-“ You frown at him. “No, I’m not-“

“With absinthe you are.” Sam shrugs, and you gape at him.

“Absinthe?” You half-squeak. “Who gave me-“

Dean snort. “You gave you absinthe. You stole it from Cas.”

“I- Oh.” 

That does sound like you.

“Did I- I meant like, did I do anything stupid.” You mumble, releasing Dean’s wrist and staring at your hands. “Or just vomit on Sam.”

“You were- Nothing you do is stupid.” Dean says that like it’s fact, and you’re going to maybe get drunk on nothing at all. “You just got all rambly and touchy. Nothing worse than normal.”

“Dean had to put you to bed.”

“Sam-“

“You did?” You cut Dean off with soft words, and he lets out a long breath, running a hand over his face. “De-“

“Yeah, I did.” He mutters. “Got you into your room, cleaned you up and changed you, but, uh- I kept my eyes off the goods-“

He gestures to your chest, Sam snorts, and you both elect to ignore him.

Nothing else is really more important than Dean right now. Looking at you. Into you. Right to your pounding heart, and still talking.

“You kinda vomited on the sheets, so I put them in the wash. Tried to offer you my bed but you, uh-“ His whole face is red. You wish Sam would fucking leave the room. “You said not like that and then passed out. So I found some non-contaminated blankets and, yeah.”

“Why?” Your voice is barely a breath, and Dean just shrugs, never breaking your gaze.

“Because I love you.”

Something bright and cool washes over you as Dean just stares at you. He’d taken care of you. Before you were trapped in here, he’d been taking care of you, and that didn’t feel like something a trickster had made him do. You know, somewhere in your gut, that it was just Dean.

Caring for you. 

The light goes off, but something clear is blooming over your ribs.

You open your mouth, ready scream it right back to him, but everything fades to black.

——————

You’ve been here before.

And this time, maybe—if you do this right, and movies are as a reliable a source as Sam claims—you won’t have to be here again.

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Invincible!Dad x reader part 9

Uncle-William freak out

You and Mark were sitting in your room, mentally preparing for what was about to happen.

William had been texting Mark nonstop for days, complaining that he was never around anymore. (Uh, hello? Superhero life??) But today? Today was different.

Because today, you were telling William that you were two months pregnant.

Mark groaned, flopping onto your bed. “This is gonna be worse than telling the Guardians.”

You snorted, rolling onto your side to face him. “Oh, definitely.”

“I should’ve just texted him,” Mark muttered.

You smacked his arm. “Mark!”

“Okay, okay! I get it.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “But just so you know, he’s probably gonna freak out.”

You grinned. “That’s half the fun.”

William showed up exactly on time, as always.

“Dude, finally,” he said the second Mark opened the door. “I was starting to think you got abducted or something.”

Mark chuckled nervously. “Yeah, uh, come inside.”

William stepped in, immediately flopping onto the couch. “So, what’s up? You finally here to explain why you’ve been MIA for weeks?” His gaze flickered between you two, eyes narrowing. “Wait. This is serious, isn’t it?”

Mark inhaled sharply. “Yeah.”

William sat up straighter. “Oh my God. Are you breaking up with me?”

You choked on your laugh while Mark smacked a hand over his face.

“No, William,” Mark groaned.

William pointed at you. “Then what? You guys eloping? You joined a cult?”

You bit your lip, barely holding it together. “Okay, okay—so, um… I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

William blinked. Once. Twice.

Then—

“I’M SORRY, YOU’RE WHAT?!?!”

You lost it.

Mark winced. “Dude—”

William grabbed Mark’s shoulders, shaking him like he was trying to restart a Wi-Fi router. “MARK. MARK. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS???”

Mark sighed. “Yeah, William. I do.”

“NO, YOU DON’T!” William shrieked. “YOU—YOU’RE A SUPERHERO! YOUR DAD WAS OMNI-MAN! AND YOU—” He turned to you, eyes wild. “AND YOU—OH MY GOD, YOU’RE—HOW—WHEN—WHAT THE—”

“William, breathe!” you laughed.

He dramatically sucked in air, hands still on Mark’s shoulders. “Okay. Okay. I’m fine. I’m good.”

Mark gave him a look. “Are you?”

“No, absolutely not, but continue.”

Mark exhaled slowly. “It’s been two months. We found out recently, and we’re figuring things out. But this is happening. I’m gonna be a dad.”

William stared at him. Then at you. Then at Mark again.

And then—

“Oh my God.” His hands flew to his face. “I’m gonna be the cool uncle.”

Mark groaned.

You grinned. “That’s your takeaway from all this?”

“Yes,” William said, nodding furiously. “Because clearly, one of us needs to focus on the positives, and it’s not gonna be this idiot—” He gestured wildly at Mark, “—who literally almost DIED last week.”

Mark threw up his hands. “Okay, that was one time!”

William looked back at you, his expression softening slightly. “Hey, real talk—how are you feeling? Do you need anything? Pickles? Ice cream? A one-way ticket to somewhere Mark can’t stress you out?”

You laughed. “I’m okay. Just tired all the time.”

William’s brows furrowed. “No nausea?”

“Not much. Mostly just weird cravings and exhaustion.”

“Huh.” He rubbed his chin, looking oddly serious for once. “Okay, well, if that changes, let me know. I will personally make sure you get whatever you need.”

Mark scoffed. “Yeah, because you’ll definitely be more responsible than me.”

William shot him a look. “Please. I’ve been more responsible than you since the day we met.”

Mark rolled his eyes.

William ignored him and turned back to you. “For real, though. You guys are my best friends, and I know things are gonna get crazy, but I’m here. Always. Whether you need a babysitter, a rant session, or someone to tell Mark he’s being dumb—which, let’s be real, will be often—I got you.”

Your heart warmed. You reached out and squeezed his hand. “Thanks, William.”

“Of course.” He squeezed back. Then he pulled away, dramatically wiping a fake tear from his eye. “Wow. I never thought I’d live to see the day where Mark freaking Grayson is about to be someone’s dad. The world is doomed.”

Mark groaned again. “Okay, you can leave now.”

William cackled. “Nah, I’m staying. I need to start bonding with my future niece or nephew.” He leaned down toward your stomach. “Hey, baby. It’s Uncle William. Your dad’s a disaster, but don’t worry—I’ll make sure you grow up cool.”

You burst into laughter.

Mark, arms crossed, glared at him. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

William smirked. “I know.”

[admirationandromantics]

Stress-reliever

Okay, so another request! I really like this one, and I had a lot of fun writing it too. Sorry it took so long, but I try to work at an acceptable pace. Anyways, this story is about reader having an assignment and being hella stressed because she can't understand anything. Josh, her friend, comes over because she doesn't answer any of his texts or calls and gets worried about how hard she's pushing herself. And he knows the best way for her to relax...

Word count: 3k (Unedited)

I let out a silent scream, slamming my fist into the book. Goodness sake, why was this so difficult? I look at my word count, and it’s nowhere near finished. I don’t even have a good point I’m writing about. Everything I’ve written before this has been great, or at least good. This was the exception. I don’t understand the lectures, I don’t understand the book, I don’t understand anything. No shit my essay would be trash. 

My phone start plinging, but I ignore it. I have to get this. Maybe I’ll read the chapter one more time. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve already read it, but I don’t have anything better going for me. I tried youtube videos, getting someone to explain it to me, reading, writing, everything. This was stressing me out, and the deadline is in one week. I don’t have good sources, or backups. I can’t change the theme. 

The phone rings again, but this time, I put it on silent. I have to get this, I need to understand it. Maybe I need a breather? But I don’t have time. I stand up and walk to the window. I can at least get some fresh air inside, I deserve that. I click the lock, pulling the window open. The fresh winter breeze flows into my room, shuffling my papers and pulling my hair. The outside arena has been filled with water, making a large skating rink. A bunch of people are skating, some with families, some while holding hands. They’re probably all finished with tests, exams and deadlines. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the ice cold air. A shiver runs through me, and I take it as a sign to sit down again. This essay isn’t going to write itself. I correct my papers and open the book in the right chapter again. Just keep reading, just keep reading. I’ll get there eventually. 

***

A loud knock is heard on my door, pulling me out of my trance. I’ve written how much? 4 sentences? At this pace, I’ll have to pull all-nighters all week. Someone knocks on the door again, and I check the time. It’s late, not too late, but who would be here at this time? I get up from the desk, walking to the door and unlocking it. Outside in the hall, Josh is standing with his stupidly cute smile and a plastic bag. 

“Josh” I sigh weakly, hugging him while putting all my weight on him. I’m so tired, so stressed and sick of my studies. 

“You look horrible” he whispers back, hands going around me to stop me from falling on the floor. 

“Thank you, I appreciate it” 

“Have you been outside today?” 

I look up at him, giving a guilty smile. He sees right through me and rolls his eyes. I let go, opening the door wider to let him in. 

“Brough you take-out, figured you were too obsessed with whatever you’re doing that you haven’t eaten”

“You’re an angel” 

“I know” he smiles, putting the bag down and pulling off his jacket. He goes to sit in my desk chair, glancing over all my notes. 

“Hard stuff” he grabs a paper, reading quickly over the highlighted lines. I turn to the food, taking out the different boxes. Chinese food, how sweet of him. 

“I’ve never been this stressed in my entire life” I complain, my neck sore and eyes tired. I grab a roll, eating it quickly. I’m apparently very hungry too. 

“You know, I actually wrote about how stress affects-” 

“Stop!” 

“What?”

“I don’t want to hear about how it’ll kill me, you psychology majors are insane with your theories” 

“It’s not a theory”

“Do you really think knowing this will help me or stress me out more”

“Yeah, you’re right” 

I take another roll, sitting down on the bed and eating it. 

“You know, you could do something more stress-relieving…”

He’s smiling, but I don’t know why. I don’t have time to do anything else right now. But, if it worked, I’d probably understand and write much faster. The offer is tempting. 

“Like what?”

“Well, according to your stress-patterns you-”

“Don’t psycho-analyze me” I threaten, pointing a finger at him, my hand now empty again. He puts his hands up, smirking. That stupid smirk. 

“Fine, okay. Let’s think of normal things then… taking a hot bath”

“I showered this morning” 

“It’s not to get clean, it’s to relax” 

“No, next” 

He shrugs, shaking his head in disbelief. I know I’m difficult, but he’s still here, so I haven’t cracked him yet. 

“Go for a walk?”

I laugh at him. No way I’m going somewhere, and when inspiration strikes I’m not there to take advantage of it. It might hit when I’m 20 minutes from home, and when I get back, it’ll be dead. 

“How about I put it this way Josh… I’m NOT leaving my room” 

He thinks hard, trying to come up with something. I subtle darkness coats his eyes as he looks up at me again, and I smile, intrigued by what he’s come up with. 

“I can only think of one more thing” 

“And that is?” 

He opens his mouth, but stops himself and snickers. I’m left in the dark. 

“Nah, you probably wouldn’t want to” 

I look around confused, throwing my hands out. I’m literally open to anything as long as I can relax a bit. 

“Oh, please tell me, I’m desperate” I whine jokingly, making him laugh. 

“Oh really? How desperate?” 

“Incredibly desperate, I’ll do anything” 

“Anything?” he asks, and I can already sense that I’ll regret saying it. He leans forward, loving that he knows about this secret thing which I don’t. God, he’s a prick. 

“Yes, now tell me” I urge, my curiosity overwhelming. 

“Fine, okay” he leans back on the chair, looking me up and down. “I mean, I could help you relax a bit” 

“With what?” 

“Jesus Christ” 

“Will you just tell me Josh?” 

He stands up, making his way over and cornering me with his arms. Oh. Ooooh… I heat up just from the thought, getting wetter by the second as I think about all the erotic possibilities of this encounter. 

That’s what he meant. I almost feel stupid for not getting it at first. But I have to remember that we’re friends, and this is a very intimate act. Would I really want to jeopardise our friendship for an essay? I already feel my body betraying me, heart racing quicker than my thoughts. 

My body gets the better of me, and I lean into him, capturing his lips and throwing my arms around him. He doesn’t waste time, returning the favour and leaning over me, pushing me back on the bed. Hand goes to my thigh, lifting my leg up. He places himself in between them, staying over me with the help of his other hand. A tight squeeze over my knee makes me gasp, and he uses the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth. He explores all of me, touching in all the right places, occasionally rubbing where he senses I feel weaker. I pour all my tension into him, another form of it building up in my stomach, begging to be satisfied. 

“Josh…” 

He doesn’t stop, mouth instead moving to my neck as he kisses and sucks. 

“Tell me if you want to stop” he whispers against my skin. I don’t want to stop. I’ve wanted this for a long time, and using my stress as an excuse? I don’t know what will happen after this, but I do know that I want to fuck him. For as long as possible. 

He hits my spot under my jaw, making a loud involuntary moan escape my lips. I feel him smirk against my skin before biting down. My hand immediately flies to my mouth. It would not be good for me if the other people in the nearby dorms heard me. 

“I want to hear you” He’s quick to take hold of my hand, trapping it over my head, pressing my whole body down on the mattress. God he’s hot, I’ve never seen this side of him. I always thought he was ‘just talk no action’, but apparently I was wrong. 

“Fuck” I whimper, feeling messy and needy for him. He knew what he was doing, and it was working a little too well. 

“All my calls, all my texts, everything left unanswered…” 

“I was studying” I breathe out, voice high on ecstasy. His knee goes between my legs, and I lean against him, letting myself grind down on his leg. 

“Was it not just a trick to get me here? Don’t think for one second I haven’t seen those glances you give me when you think I’m not watching” 

“Josh…” 

“Don’t worry, when I’m finished with you, you wouldn’t  have to be so secretive anymore” 

He grabs the hem of my sweater, making me sit up a bit to drag it off. I’ve been home alone all day, so a bra was not necessary, leaving me half naked, the cold winter air from the window making my nipples hard. 

“Oh lord…” 

“Not gonna even the playing field?” I tease, tugging at his shirt. He laughs and unbuttons it, undressing quickly and throwing the garment on the floor. He does the same with his belt, dragging it off his jeans and leaving it on the floor. I feel a tug on the bottom of my pants, and he drags them off with ease, leaving me only in my panties. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he comments, laying himself on top of me again and capturing my lips on his. I feel around his upper body, gracing each curve and muscle. My hands wander to his back, pulling him closer, making him lay more of his weight on me. The kisses get wetter and sloppier as we keep going, my pulse going faster than ever before. I pull away a little, needing to take a breath. He uses the opportunity to work on my chest, kissing down my collar and groping my chest. His mouth keeps sucking, leaving dark marks all over my upper body. 

“Josh, please” I whimper, feeling the need overcome me. This is too much, I need him down there, fucking me senseless, just as I’ve always wished for. 

“I love hearing my name coming out of those pretty lips of yours” 

He moves lower, kissing the inside of my thighs and stroking my folds over the soaked fabric. 

“You’ve been wanting this for a long time haven’t you?”

I take a couple of deep breaths before answering, my body dysfunctional from all the waiting and different types of simulations. 

“Y-yes I have” 

“And you finally got what you wanted”

“Please” 

He raises his head, looking up at me. That stupid smirk is still plastered on his face as he’s come face to face with the reactions he gets out of me. 

“Say it again” There’s no use fighting him, my body begging to be touched. 

“Please” 

“Again” 

“Josh, please” 

“As you wish” 

His head goes down again, biting and licking my thigh as his fingers slowly drags my underwear off. It falls off my feet, and his tongue takes a long lick over my folds. My immediate reaction is to close my legs, but his hands stop me, holding both of them in their place. He takes a chance, one of his hands moving to my heat, stroking over the wet area. 

“You’re already so ready for me” 

His tongue finds its way to my clit, licking soft circles as one of his fingers moves inside me, curling upwards. My legs jolt again, but he doesn’t mind, instead keeps pumping his finger and getting me off with his tongue. I feel my edge come closer, and I try to hold it, not wanting to come so incredibly fast. 

“I know you’re holding back dear” 

I try to come with a reply, but it leaves my lips as incoherent erotic melodies, going in tact with his rhythm. He takes out his hand, relieving some of the pressure which is begging to be let out. I try to steady my breathing, but am interrupted as he puts another finger in, filling me even more up. His tongue applies more pressure than before, and I can’t control myself as I come all over him, spilling my juices down his fingers and lips. 

I take deep breaths, ecstasy washing over while throwing my head back. Fuck he’s good. I feel my legs twitch from all the action, pent up stress and energy leaving my body as the high lowers. 

I hear something hitting the floor, and look up to find him standing in front of me. Naked. Big. Holy shit, how am I supposed to take that. 

“You look scared” he smiles, going on top of me once again, giving me sweet kisses. I taste myself on him, but the passionate nature of it is almost… romantic. 

“Just, surprised” I manage to breathe out. 

“Oh, you haven’t seen nothing yet” he teases, giving me another passionate kiss. His dick graces over my folds, coating itself in my last high. His hand goes down to adjust himself, but before he inserts himself, he looks down at my flushed face, waiting for something. 

“You want this?” 

“Yes I fucking want this, Josh please” 

He doesn’t need to hear anything else, slowly inserting himself in me. I throw my head back, feeling him fill me up, widening my walls. He groans as he keeps going, letting out a deep breath as he’s all in. He waits a couple of seconds, still holding himself up over me. 

“Fuck, you feel so good” he exclaims, cheeks red and breath heavy. 

“Please keep going” I urge him, and he starts moving. Slowly going out and slamming deep into me again. It takes a couple of pushes for him to get his rhythm back. The room fills with both our moans, and I pull him down, killing some of them on our lips. 

He takes hold of my thigh, pulling my whole leg up, letting himself deeper inside. My nails scratch his back as he keeps going, both of our orgasms building up. I hold on to him, chest against chest, his pelvis rubbing against me as he slams himself in and out. 

“Let me ride you” I whisper, and he stops for a bit, taken aback by my request. 

“You sure?” 

“Get on your back” I breathe out, trying to sound stern. My tone fails me, and I just sound desperate instead, but I don’t mind. I want him, I need him. He obliges, laying down on his back. I move on top of him, and he looks up at me, mouth agape and eyes blank. He’s so turned on, so hard and so desperate. Probably as needy as me. I steady myself, lowering my body onto him, letting him inside. I bit my lip to stop my noises, feeling him go deeper than before. 

I watch his face, cheeks still pink and skin shiny. His mouth keeps opening, letting out the most vulnerable sound I’ve ever heard from him. 

“And I thought you looked good on top” I start, feeling a smirk find its way to my lips. “Turns out you’re even better under me” 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come” he whimpers, grabbing hold of my thigh, bouncing me up and down on him. 

“That’s the goal” I lean down, kissing his collar and neck while still bouncing my ass on him. 

“You’re so incredibly hot” 

His grip tightens, probably leaving red marks which’ll last for days. I feel my core building up, getting awfully hot and tight. 

“Josh, I’m going t-”

“Do it, do it” 

I can’t hold myself, coming all over his cock, tightening around him. I give a cry, body sweaty and hot as I try to keep the rhythm going. The pain starts getting to me, the cause of overstimulation and exhaustion. He notices, and uses his hips and arms to turn us around. 

I slam back into the maddress, my breath being knocked out of me. I don’t get time to regain it as Josh ups his pace, slamming into me harder and faster. I grip the sheets, trying to stay grounded as I feel my whole body rocking back and forth. He leans forward, intertwining my hand in his, while still keeping up the pace. I grip his hand hard, tension building up again as he uses the other to rub my clit. 

“I love you like this, all fucked out” he whispers, making me tighter. I wince as I come another time, pain and pleasure shooting through me. I’ve lost feeling in my legs, letting them hang weakly around his waist. He grunts and moans, burying himself in me as he reaches his orgasm. I feel him twitch inside me, sloppily pulling out as he collapses beside me. His hand goes to my chin, turning my head towards him before leaning forward for a kiss. I let him, sinking into the small action. 

“Still stressed?”

“More exhausted, but no, I’m not stressed” I explain, slowly regaining control of my pulse. 

“Need a power-nap?” I nod, and he walks to the bathroom, coming back with a warm wet cloth and cleaning me up. We both drag ourselves to the top of the bed, getting under the covers and relaxing. I lean into him, feeling his body sink down. 

I think about the essay, everything I could’ve done in the time we fucked. The theme is hard, and the texts are difficult, but… Shit!

“Omg” I exclaim, sitting up. 

“What, is something wrong?” he asks, looking up at me with concern. I stand up, walk to the desk and grab my computer before laying down with him on the bed again. 

“I suddenly understood this one passage” I exclaim, not feeling that tired anymore. I actually understood something! Finally! 

I open the computer, and start typing on the related paragraph. This was gonna be good, I could finally get the parallel I wanted, and compare it to the subtext. 

“Well, I’ll be laying right here if you need me again” he makes himself comfortable, kissing my chin and letting his fingers rub soft circles on my arm. 

[skulla-rxcks]

❤️‍🩹Cold steak💋

Paring: Werewolf!Chan x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: PIV, unprotected

Day 3 of ktober

Not being able to sleep once again you decide to go for a walk, to look for your favourite creature of the night, this time bringing him a nice meal, but he wants more than that. He wants you as his meal.

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I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep at all, not even a blink. I’m staring at my ceiling and my minds all clogged up with all kinds of different thoughts.

I’d go for a walk but it’s too cold outside, and it’s also a full moon so I might see that werewolf guy again- whatever the hell his name was, i remember it started with ‘C’ though. I do want to try find him and see how he’s doing; it’s been a few months at least, maybe I should bring him some more meat this time.

I head into my kitchen and turn on the stove, I start frying some steak with some garlic and herbs for seasoning. I begin to cook up a nice simple meal; mainly consisting of steak and herbs, and a little bit of pasta on the side.

I put the food on a plate and take it out with me, ‘holy fuck it’s cold..’ I murmur to myself, putting my jacket on before locking up my apartment. I wonder where he is this time, probably at or around the lake. I continue down the path, the sounds of my boots crushing the rocks under my feet as I walk.

I make my way to the lake, sitting down on a rock, taking in the beautiful scenery of the water glistening in the moonlight.

I hear breathing creeping up behind me, the figure starts caressing my breasts from behind.

“Thought I smelled something tasty..” I turn my head, it’s him, the guy I was looking for, well, thing. “I was looking for you.. why haven’t you turned? Isn’t it a full moon?” I ask him, turning around to face him. He takes his hands of me “yeah but, it isn’t that bright tonight.. which is probably why.” He explains to me.

“Can I ask what your name is again.. I kind of forgot, it’s been a while.” “Chan, Chris. Whatever you prefer, pretty. Did you come back because you missed me? Because I missed you more. Need to fill you with my puppies again.”

I blush at his words, giving him a shy nod.

“I also bought you more food.. I tried to make something a bit more fancy this time.” I hand him the plate. “Here, try it, let me know what you think..” He smiles in response, taking a bite of the meal I made especially for him. “Tastes good but it’s a bit too cold for me.” He says, placing the place on the rock next to me using it as a makeshift table before taking a seat as well. “I’m so sorry uhm, do you want to come back with me to my apartment so you can heat it to your liking?”

“I think I’d prefer something else first, I’m fine with cold meat, if it’s yours.” Chan licks his lips. “May I? I’d love to watch you come undone for me once again..” I bite my lip, his words making it harder to resist as he explains how much he wants to taste me, to make me feel good again.

“Okay, uhm, what would you like me to do.?” I smile shyly, it’s been ages since I’ve been intimate with someone, last time I was it was with him so I don’t know why I’m so shy all of the sudden. “Bra off, wanna bury my face in your beautiful titties, I’ll pay attention to your cunt later.” I do as he says, lifting my shirt up over my head and unclipping my bra, my boobs bouncing slightly as they loose the support. “Just as pretty as I remember, mm..” he pulls me into his lap, reaching up and massaging my breast while wrapping his warm wet lips around one of my nipples.

“Nngh..!” I let out a whimper, the sensation of his lips on me and the cold air of the night making me so fucking wet I can hardly take it anymore; being not able to resist I start grinding myself on his thigh, trying to create friction between his thigh and my crotch. “Chris.. pussy.. touch my pussy.” I beg, rubbing myself harder against him. “Needy baby..” he chuckles, unzipping my jeans and putting his hand in my panties, rubbing my clitorus as he continues to suckle on my nipple. “I’m gonna cum..” I moan out. “Already? No your not, not yet baby girl.” He pulls away, removing his hands from my body, completely making me deny my orgasm. “Why..?”

“Take me to your place, gonna ruin you in your own home.”

I blush at the thought of him fucking me in my own bed, so I agree. Putting my shirt and bra back on before taking his hand and leading him into my apartment.

“I just realised I left the food.” He exclaims.

“Who cares, fuck the food! Fuck me instead” I take him into my room, I turn around and strip completely naked, once I turn back I see that he’s turned. Finally, for some reason him having ears, claws and a tail only escalates my excitement for him to be inside of me. “Lay down and open your fucking legs.” He growls, pushing me down on my bed, as soon as I open my legs he pushes inside of me with a loud grunt. “Tight cunt.. god I needed this.” Chan thrusts into me hard, making me moan out in pleasure, his dick fills me up so fucking well.

“You feel so fucking good.. fuck you’re killing me here, baby. You’re killing me.” Im holding onto him tightly as he ruins my cunt, digging my nails into his back. “Chris~ please. cum inside me.. I wanna be filled with your puppies..” I beg as I grab onto him harder, almost painfully gripping him. “here it comes.. take it.. take all of my cum inside of your greedy pussy.” with one final thrust he fills me up, filling up my hole so well I can feel his semen dripping out of me. I force my lips onto his and kiss him deeply before passing out from tiredness. and soon after he does too.

[morgana-larkin]

Here's chapter 30 of Just Tired! And after some demand, I will be doing a chapter 2 for sexy nurse! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: Melissa figures out how to help take care of you while you try to get to used to not being able to do much for a little bit.

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Just Tired - Part 30

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship (Mentioned), dirty talk

Words: 5.1k

“And just sign on this line and you’ll be able to go home.” The front desk person says to you as you sign your release form. You put your signature down and then hand them the papers. “Ok, so you have your crutches and wheelchair?” They ask and you look at Melissa.

“Yep, she has one crutch now, the other one and the wheelchair are in my bag.” She explains to them and they nod.

“Ok, and do you have any other questions?” They ask and you shake your head. “Ok, we’ll have a nice day and we’ll see you in 2 weeks.” They tell you.

“Thank you.” You say and then you walk out slowly with Melissa’s help. “4 weeks in an arm cast and 10 weeks in a leg cast.” You complain as soon as you sit in the passenger seat and Melissa takes the crutch. 

“At least you’re not dead.” Melissa tells you before she closes the door after putting the crutch in the backseat. She then goes to the driver’s seat and buckles herself in before she looks at you and you’re looking down. “Hey, at least you’re not dead.” She says softly before she reaches over and takes your right hand.

“Are you telling me or yourself?” You ask her softly.

“Both. I was so scared when I got the call that you were in the hospital because of a car accident.” She tells you and then moves her hand from your hand to your cheek. She strokes your cheek and you stare into her eyes. You then hiss slightly when she goes over a cut on your cheek and she immediately pulls her hand back. “Sorry.” She says before starting the car.

“It’s ok, it just surprised me. Besides, I think we need to talk about the kiss from a week ago. Or rather, kisses.” You tell her and she takes a deep breath before looking at you.

“I’ve been seeing you everyday but you’ve been asleep. I missed you and my emotions got the best of me.” She says to you.

“So you want to kiss me but you hold back?” You ask her as she pulls out of the parking lot.

“I want to kiss you all the time.” She tells you.

“But you don’t.” You press.

“You’re right I don’t, because I can’t.” She says and you tilt your head.

“Why can’t you?” You ask.

“Because.” She says fast but then takes a breath. “Because it would mean admitting that I don’t want either of us to date other people but I also can’t be in a relationship. It’s confusing and I don’t want to put any of that on you. You deserve to be happy and date other women that make you happy.” She finishes saying and you look at her.

“I mostly dated to have fun and take my mind off of you but every time I was only able to think about you. You make me happy.” You tell her and you see her take a breath as she focuses on the road. “I don’t want us to date other people either, I get jealous every time you go on a date with someone.” You add.

“So both of us don’t want to date other people and don’t want the other to date other people?” She asks and you shrug.

“Looks like it.” You tell her

“Huh.” She says as she pulls up the driveway of your house. 

“Feels weird seeing home again after a week. Melissa then gets out and grabs your crutch and helps you stand up. You then take the crutch with your right hand as Melissa holds you up. Just then Hallie runs out and runs right to you.

“It’s great to see you out.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“Ya, hospital life isn’t for me.” You say to her.

“Well I packed about half of your clothes and all the toiletries you’ll need for staying at Melissa’s house.” She says.

“Thank you.” You say to her and she nods as you all make your way inside. “How has it been living alone?” You ask her.

“So freeing.” Hallie says with a smile and you gasp. “But I’ve also missed you.”

“Is that why you visited me in the hospital after I woke up?” 

“Obviously.” She tells you. “Melissa was keeping me informed of everything. So when do you go back to work?” She asks.

“In a week, after I get used to life again.” You tell her. “And I should have enough to cover for my share of the rent.”

“Oh don’t bother with that, Melissa already gave me the rent.” Hallie says and you wipe your head at Melissa.

“You paid my rent?” You ask and she nods.

“Couldn’t have Hallie drown in bills.” She tells you with a shrug.

“Thank you.” You tell her and she nods.

“So is this everything you need?” She asks you and you look through your things.

“Yep, looks like you got everything.” You tell her and then Melissa grabs your suitcase and bags and brings it out to her car.

“I’m gonna miss you but I’ll still visit you as you live just a block over.” Hallie tells you.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” You say to her and she hugs you.

“You better, it’s not the same without you lurking about the place.” She says to you and you chuckle.

“Feel free to eat my microwavable meals.” You tell her and she nods.

“Consider it eaten.” She says and you smile before Melissa helps you to her car. You wave at Hallie from the car as Melissa pulls out. 

She gets to her place a minute later and you see Barb, Gerald and a few other people you don’t know, in the driveway. You then look at the house and see all the toilet paper is gone and you smile.

“I see Joe removed all the toilet paper.” You tell her and she nods.

“Looks like it. Or it blew off.” She says.

Melissa gets out and helps you out again and helps you up the driveway. You say hello to Barb and Gerald and the other people come out to you both. 

“Y/n, this is my cousin Vinny and my brothers John Anthony and Seamus.” She tells you.

“Thought you had 3 brothers?” You ask her.

“Ya, brother Tony but he’s in prison right now, along with all of our uncles.” She tells you. 

“That’s a lot of people in prison from one family.” You say and she shrugs.

“They’re here to put new locks on the doors, put up a security system and also help bring the spare bed down from the guest bedroom.” She explains and you nod.

“Well it was nice to meet both of you and thank you.” You tell them and they nod.

“Nice to finally meet my sister’s girl.” John Anthony says as they all walk towards the front door.

“I never said I had a girl.” She says as you look at her.

“But you talk about her constantly.” Barb says as she walks towards the front door with Gerald.

“You talk about me a lot?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“Possibly.” She tells you and then she helps you inside the house. You look around the house and see that all the walls look plain, she has a white couch and has a coffee table in front of it. You see a dining table on the other side of the house and a door that possibly leads to the kitchen. “I need some time to make this my own place.” She says as she leads you to the couch.

“Ya, it doesn’t really feel like you.” You tell her and she hums.

“Stay here and I’ll get you something to eat.” She tells you and you nod. She returns a few minutes later with a plate of cheese and crackers. “Here.” She tells you as she hands you the plate. “Gotta go shopping later.” She says as she sits down beside you and leans her head on your shoulder.

“So how are you feeling, Y/n?” Barb asks you as her and Gerald join you both.

“Like only half my body works.” You tell her.

“You’ll be back to your old self soon enough dear.” She says and Gerald puts a hand on your left shoulder for comfort. 

“And at least your dominant hand still works.” Gerald adds.

“True.”

“We made you both a meal this morning and got you both some candy, chips and chocolate.” Barb says and puts down all the stuff on the coffee table.

“Thanks Barb.” Melissa as she grabs your hand.

“Of course Melissa, you’re family to us. We’re here for both of you.” She says to Melissa.

Barb and Gerald stay and chat but leave half an hour later so you can both settle in. You watch as her cousin Vinny installs the new lock and her brothers bring down the bed and put it behind the couch so that you won’t have to go upstairs to sleep. They then install the new security cameras and door alarm as Melissa goes to get some groceries while you watch a movie on the tv.

You start to feel a bit useless when Melissa comes back and she goes to put the groceries away by herself. You stand up from the couch and grab your crutch and walk slowly to the kitchen. You walk in and see her humming to herself as she puts the cold stuff in the fridge.

“Can I help?” You ask her and she whips her head at you.

“Jesus christ!” She says. “Why are you here? Go sit down.” She says as she walks over to you.

“No, I feel useless right now, I want to help.” You complain.

“Y/n, both your left arm and leg are broken, I’m sorry but for now you’ll have to get used to not being able to help that much, or at all.” She tells you and you look down. “When your arm heals then I’ll give you a lot to help with if it makes you feel better.” She adds and you sigh.

Ok, you promise?” You ask her and she nods.

“Now come on, let’s get you back on the couch.” She says and helps you sit back down. “Can you 3 make sure she doesn’t move?” She asks her cousin and brothers and they nod.

“I don’t need babysitters.” You say with a pout.

“Well apparently you do.” She says as she places a kiss on the top of your head and then goes back in the kitchen.

“Alright sis, that should do it.” Seamus says and then shows Melissa how the cameras and alarm works. “It’s installed on the inside, outside and at both doors. He won’t be able to get in without one of the cameras knowing.”

“Thanks guys.” She says.

“Not a problem. I’ve been waiting for you to get rid of that stronzo for years.” John Anthony says. “We all have.”

“So I’ve heard. Don’t know why none of you told me.” She says as she’s looking at the security app on her phone and sees what the cameras see.

“You’re too stubborn to listen to any of us.” Seamus says.

“True.” Melissa says as John Anthony shows her the app and how it all works.

“So is Y/n coming to Marie’s place for Christmas?” John Anthony asks and you look up at that.

“Why would I be going to your family’s Christmas dinner?” You ask them.

“Because you’re Melissa’s girlfriend.” Seamus says.

“She ain’t my girlfriend, and we’ll see.” Melissa answers and then they all nod as they don’t want to question their big sister further. 20 minutes later they all leave and Melissa joins you on the couch.

“So what now?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“Well what do you want to do now?” She asks you.

“Everything that requires both arms and legs.” You say and she sighs.

“Cuddling doesn’t require both.” She suggests and you move your right arm so she can cuddle into you as your left leg is resting on the coffee table.

“Why did this happen to me?” You suddenly ask and she takes a deep breath.

“I don’t know Y/n.” She tells you softly and then she hears you sniffle and she sits up and looks at you. “Hey, I know this really sucks for you but I’ll be here to help you through it, just like you’ve been helping me with my ex.” She tells you and places a kiss on your forehead and you nod.

“Thank you.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Anytime hon. How about for tonight, we reheat that meal that Barb made us, watch some comedies and then go to bed?” She suggests and you nod. 

“Sounds like a plan.” You tell her and she smiles before getting up and going to the kitchen. 

You end up having the plate sitting on your lap while eating and you end up having to tell Melissa many times that you don’t need her help to eat.

“Just watching the fucking movie and I’ll ask if I need it.” You told her after she asks for the fifth time.

“Alright, fine.” She says with an eye roll as she goes back to watching the movie. 

“I still can’t believe you never saw clueless.” You say as you start the movie with her leaning her body on yours with a bag of candy in her lap.

“I’ve heard about it but never really found the time.” She tells you as she unwraps a piece of candy and feeds it to you.

“I don’t need help to eat you know.” You tell her as you chew on the piece.

“Can I not just like feeding you?” She asks. “I’m not feeding you because I think you need help. So stop getting defensive.” She adds.

“Sorry, just not used to everything yet.” You say to her. 

“It’s alright, I couldn’t begin to  imagine what you’re going through.” She says gently. 

“I couldn’t imagine what a manipulative relationship is like.” You tell her as she grabs the bag of chocolates.

“I guess we’ve both had unpleasant experiences.” She says as she feeds you a piece of chocolate. 

“Ya. By the way you said you declined all the date requests, does that mean you haven’t had sex with someone since us? Since Halloween?” You ask her and she nods. “You can’t last that long without sex.” You tell her and she bursts out laughing.

“Have you forgotten that I gave myself orgasms for 15 years?” She asks you.

“Yes I did, but also recently you seem to be having sex like 2 or 4 times a month.” You tell her and she smiles as she leans her head on her hand as her elbow is on the back of the couch.

“Don’t worry about that, ok? If I really needed sex then I would have gotten it.” She tells you as she moves some hair out of your face.

“Alright. I’m only dropping it because I know you could get someone to have sex with you if you really wanted.” You tell her and she smiles before she feeds you another piece of chocolate. 

“I don’t know about you but I’m tired.” She says after the movie finishes.

“Must have been from helping me.” You tell her and she looks at you. 

“If it is then I’m more than ok with that.” She tells you. “Do you need help in the bathroom?” She asks you and you shake your head. “Ok well I’ll be upstairs getting ready for bed. Text me if you need anything.” She tells you and you nod before she goes upstairs. You can’t help but watch how her ass moves as she walks up the stairs. 

Melissa is brushing her hair when she thinks about everything that’s going on. She moved back into her house finally and she also offered to take care of you until you at least got your arm cast off. She just wished there was something that she could do to make you feel like you’re not helpless.

“SHIT!” She hears, which is immediately followed by a thud. She quickly runs over to the middle of the stairs and sees you on the ground. She runs to you and helps pick you up off the ground and gets you to the bed. 

“Are you ok?” She asks and you shake your head. 

“I can’t even get ready for bed by myself without falling on my ass.” You complain and Melissa strokes your hair. Melissa thinks it’s finally time to stop sugarcoating it.

“You’re right, you can’t do it on your own. For god sakes Y/n, you have a broken leg and a broken arm. The sooner you accept that you need help then the easier this is going to be for the both of us.” She tells you and you stare at her in shock. Your eyes suddenly well up with tears and you start crying. Melissa is suddenly sitting beside you and stroking your head.

“You’re right, I need help. I hate this though, I hate being helpless.” You sob out.

“I know hon, it’s not fair, but it’s the way it has to be right now.” She tells you and you nuzzle your head in her chest. Melissa just focuses on stroking your head and humming an Italian nursery rhyme that she didn’t realise you fell asleep on her. She ends up realising it a few minutes after you fall asleep and she carefully places you on the bed and tucks you in before she goes upstairs.

Melissa ends up tossing and turning in the bed that she shared with Joe and she can’t fall asleep. She keeps picturing Joe beside her and all the memories of the unpleasant sex experiences on this bed and in this room.

“I need a new bed.” She says to herself and looks at the time, 1:03. She sighs before she gets up and goes downstairs to have some tea. She sees you sleeping peacefully and she gets an idea. She quietly walks to the bed and crawls in beside you, she shuffles closer to you and wraps her arm around your waist and falls asleep in seconds. 

The next day she’s getting a bath ready for you as you’re sitting on the toilet lid. She feels the water one more time before deciding that there’s enough and that it’s hot enough. After a few attempts, she finally manages to get you in and you sit down in the water and feel the water around your body.

“You sure you don’t want to get in with me?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nope, I’ll help wash you outside of the tub.” She tells you. “If I’m pushed up against you like that then I’d give in and want to have sex with you.” She admits as she gets the bucket that she got for you yesterday.

“Maybe we should have sex. After all, it’s been 3 weeks for you.” You tell her and you lean towards her and she pushes you back. “Rude.” 

“Would you stop trying to tempt me for 5 minutes?” She says as you’ve been trying to seduce her all morning.

“I can’t help it. Being this close to you and not having an orgasm for 3 weeks does something to a girl.” You tell her and she finishes wetting your hair and gets the shampoo.

“Just stay still for 10 minutes.” She tells you as she’s very close to folding and fingering you right in this tub. 

She’s able to put the shampoo and conditioner in your hair without any issues from you. She lets out a breath of relief as she’s washing the conditioner out but then realises that she has to help you apply the body wash and sees that you already thought of that.

“Give me your right leg.” She tells you and rests it on the side of the tub as she applies the body wash to her hand. 

She applies to body wash all over your leg and she has a great view of your pussy on display right there. She takes a deep breath and tries her best to look away. She failed and looked multiple times, especially when she reached above your knee. It’s a miracle but Melissa was able to help you wash your body without giving in.

“Why exactly do you not want to have sex with me?” You ask as she’s wrapping a towel around you.

“It’s not that I don’t, it’s more that I don’t want to hurt you.” Melissa says to you. “If you need an orgasm this badly then use your right hand.” She adds and you pout.

“Masturbating doesn’t feel as good.”

“I know hon.” 

“I think me masturbating depends highly on if you’re planning to sleep next to me again.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“I might. Just a lot of memories of me and Joe in that bed and room. I really have to get a new bed and redecorate the room, make it my own.” She tells you. 

“I don’t mind sharing a bed with you but how am I supposed to masturbate with you laying right next to me?” You ask her. 

“Well you have 20 minutes as I get ready for bed.” She says with a smile and you sigh. “Now let’s get you dressed and maybe we can break in that wheelchair and go for a stroll in the park. Get some fresh air and maybe some ice cream.” She suggests.

“Are you trying to recreate some moments of our first date to make me feel better?” You ask.

“That depends, is it working?” 

“A little.” You admit and she smiles.

“Come on, some fresh air will be nice for you. You’ve been cooped up in the hospital for 3 weeks, hopped up on painkillers.” Melissa says as she helps put your clothes on.

“I’m still on painkillers.” You remind her.

“But not as strong.” She says. “And apparently they seem to be making you incredibly horny and blunt.”

“No, that’s just me.” You say and she laughs. 

She gets you dressed, downstairs and into the car. She drives you to the park and goes to get the wheelchair out of the trunk of the car and gets it ready before bringing it over to the passenger side. 

“Your carriage awaits.” She says as she opens the door. She helps you up and onto the wheelchair and you let out a breath.

“The right side of my body isn’t liking having to do everything.” You say and she hums.

“It’s only day 2 and you didn’t move for 2 weeks, and haven’t moved a lot since you woke up as well.” She tells you before going to the back of the wheelchair and brings you both on the path. 

“I don’t like not being able to see you.” You say.

“Well I can’t really do anything about that.” You hear her say. 

“I didn’t realise how cold it’s gotten since I’ve been asleep.” You say as you try to zip up your sweater. “Melissa, can you help me with this please?” You ask her and she looks to see your struggle. She stops moving you and walks around to the front of you and she bends down. She’s able to zip you up in a few seconds and she smiles at you.

“There, that better?” She asks and you nod.

“Thanks.” You tell her and she nods before she gets up. 

“Alright, let’s get some ice cream.” She says as she goes back to pushing you. 

You both get to the ice cream shop and Melissa orders for you both. You get your chocolate ice cream cone and begin licking it immediately. Melissa gets you to hold hers as she brings you outside to a table and moves a chair for you. You give her her ice cream and she begins licking and she looks at you and laughs. 

“You already have chocolate on your face.” She tells you and you look at her in confusion. “It’s a good thing I brought napkins out here as you always end up with food on you.” She says and you pout.

“Not always.” You say.

“Most of the time. I think it’s cute.” She tells you and you smile before you continue eating. 

“Why did you lick your thumb?” You ask her before she tries to get off the last of the chocolate on your face.

“Because it wasn’t coming off with the napkin. Hold still.” She says as she gets all the chocolate off your face. “There, all clean.” She says before she gives you a kiss on the lips. “You taste like chocolate.” She says with a smile.

“Well I should hope so as I just had a whole chocolate ice cream cone.” You tell her and she laughs. “Can we go back to your place? I’m getting tired.” You tell her and she nods.

“Of course.” She says and then she brings you to her car before she helps you in and then puts the wheelchair in the trunk. Once you get back to her place, she helps you out and gives you your crutch before she helps you get inside and to the bed. “If you want you can have a small nap and I can wake you when supper is ready.” She offers and you take her hand and bring her onto the bed. “Woah!” 

“I want to have a nap with you.” You tell her and she wraps an arm around you, careful not to hurt you. You both get comfortable on the bed and she turns her body towards you so you can nuzzle your head in her chest. “It’s weird being on the left side of the bed.” You say and she chuckles.

“I know, but we can’t really cuddle if I’m on the left side as that’s where your casts are.” She tells you and you hum. 3 hours later you feel yourself being shaken and you snap your eyes open.

“What?” You ask and you see Melissa there.

“Sorry to wake ya, hon, but dinner is almost ready.” She tells you with that amazing smile of hers.

“When did I fall asleep?” You ask her as she helps you sit up.

“A couple hours ago. You fell asleep on my chest and you looked so cute and peaceful that I didn’t want to wake you.” She says and then helps you stand up before giving you your crutch. “Come on, let’s sit at the dinner table.” She tells you.

“What’s a dinner table?” You ask playfully and she giggles before helping you to the table and pulls a chair out before she helps you sit down. 

“I’ll be right back, just gonna make sure it’s ready now and then bring it out.” She tells you before disappearing into the kitchen. Melissa brings the food out and you both have a nice dinner together.

“I see you made chicken parm, it’s one of my favourite meals ever.” You tell her and she smiles. 

“Can I tell you something?” She asks and you nod. “When you were first in the hospital I made you chicken parm and meatballs so you can have it when you wake up.” She tells you and you smile.

“You did?”

“Ya, ended up giving half of it to Jacob and Janine after 4 days.” She says. “ Also made a few desserts with chocolate.” 

“Were you stress cooking?” You ask her.

“I guess one could call it that.” She says and you smile.

“I think everyone could call it that.” You counter and you raise your eyebrows to challenge her when she looks at you.

“Fine, I was stress cooking, I was keeping busy while also cooking your favourites.” She admits. “It was stressful, seeing you in the hospital, having trouble breathing on your own for the first week, not waking up.” She tells you and you reach your hand out and she grabs it.

“I can’t tell you anything you don’t know, cause I’m awake now and I have no plans on leaving.” You tell her.

“It’s hard not to think about you leaving when you almost died.” 

“But I didn’t, I’m still here. Injured and complaining but still here.” You joke and she chuckles.

“Ya, you know less complaining would be nice.” She tells you with a small smile.

“Alright I’ll try, but only because you’re asking. You have me so wrapped around your finger, you honestly have no idea.” You mutter but she heard it as she was right across from you.

“How so?” She asks.

“I’ve done a lot for you because I like seeing you happy. I mean I’ve gone out with you, got you back out there, taken you out to do fun things, had sex with you. Although I’m not complaining about the sex.” You tell her and she smiles. “I once went to Barb’s place in the middle of the night because you asked me to, I helped take care of you when you were sick, you’ve had me wrapped around your finger since day 1.” You say and she hums.

“Ya, you’ve made me feel so alive. So much better than the 25 years I wasted on that man.” She tells you.

“I’d do it all again, wouldn’t change a thing.” You say.

“Not even the fight after the first court date?” She asks and you shake your head.

“I think in a way, that helped us.” You tell her as you both finish the food.

“It did, although if we both just communicated what we were feeling then it wouldn’t have happened.”

“It helped you figure out what you really want. And I might not have thought of using Joe against himself.” You say and she stands up and takes your plate.

“I already knew what I wanted, just didn’t voice it.” She tells you before disappearing into the kitchen for a few seconds. “Now how about we watch a couple of movies before I have to get ready for work tomorrow?” She suggests and you nod.

You end up falling asleep with her spooning you, with a smile on both of your faces.

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[morganski-19]

The One With Lamenting

Eddie walks up to the apartment completely fine. Cause why wouldn’t he be fine. It’s not like he’s done anything to move this situation further. If there’s a situation at all. Steve isn’t required to like Eddie back just because Eddie likes him. And so what if he walked past him going on a date with a guy that has a shocking resemblance to Eddie. That was perfectly fine. Normal. Allowed.

Eddie is perfectly ok with the fact that Steve has a dating life. Totally really ok with it.

It’s not like Eddie hasn’t been seeing people casually. In dark night club bathrooms and badly light apartments. Not on dates though. He can’t bring himself to go on an actual date, even if it’s been a year since his last relationship ended. Probably more than that now. But every time he sees a guy he’s somewhat interested in, he just can’t get it to the dating part. Always ghosting the people on dating apps or suggesting a quick hookup.

He lets out a dramatic sigh when he opens up his apartment door. Hoping to find some sympathy. Even though he knows he will just be met by sarcastic remarks on how he just needs to go ask the guy out. Like it’s that easy.

But this time, his sigh is covered by the sound of a blender.

“Dude,” Argyle’s voice booms through the apartment. “You made it just in time for fajitas.”

“I could use a fajita right now,” Eddie says as he pushes himself off the door. “What’s in there?” He points to the blender.

“Margaritas,” Nancy answers as she’s pouring it into glasses.

“Give me that.” Eddie grabs the blender out of Nancy’s hand as she finishes pouring the second margarita, finding a straw and sticking it in the blender. Claiming whatever is left as his.

Nancy huffs. “Hello, that was meant for all of us.”

“I just walked past Steve meeting someone for a date.” Eddie explains, now pacing around the kitchen.

“Here we go again,” Argyle whispers to Nancy as he plates up the fajitas.

Eddie continues to pace, trying to get as much alcohol in his mouth as possible. “It’s the same guy he was talking to last week. I know because he showed me his picture. This guy is so similar to me it’s insane. I’ve been spiraling trying to figure out what it means, or to tell him about it, but now they’re on a date and I can’t do anything about it.”

“Well, you could,” Nancy interrupts his spiraling tangent. “You just have to ask him out.”

“But what if he says no? What if he never wants to see me again and then I’ve ruined our entire friendship. And then it’s weird between us, meaning it’s weird between you guys because we live together, and it’s weird between me and Robin because she lives with Steve. And it would be weird between you and Robin because of it being weird with us and now it’s weird between us because I made it weird between you and Robin. Then it’s weird between all six of us because it’s weird between the four of us and it’s all because of me. So not only have I ruined one relationship, but I’ve ruined five.”

“Don’t you mean six,” Argyle asks, trying to keep up. He and Nancy share the same confused expression, not quite sure who Eddie’s talking to or about half the time.

Eddie just brushes him off. “No, I wouldn’t ruin whatever the thing is between you and Jonathan. That can’t be touched by me directly and I have never been more thankful for that.”

Argyle shrugs. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“Has something changed between you two?” Nancy asks, sipping her drink, and taking a seat at the table.

“Not really,” Argyle sighs. “It was just all of a sudden something shifted between us. He started to be more distant than he normally is, and I don’t know what to think about it.”

Argyle finally makes himself a fajita and shoves it into his mouth. Eddie sits down, a good portion of the leftover margarita in the blender now gone.

“And there was nothing to cause it?”

Eddie groans, mouthful of food. “This is so good man.”

“Thanks. The only thing I can think of is his mom called a few days ago. But she calls all the time, so I don’t know what happened. He’s just been weird ever since.”

“Is that why he’s not here?”

Argyle shrugs. “I guess. Just said he wasn’t up for it tonight, I didn’t want to push.”

“Did something happen with Will, that sometimes makes him distant?”

Eddie perks up. “Who’s Will?”

“Jon’s younger brother,” Argyle explains. “Some stuff happened back when Will was in middle school after their parents got divorced so Jon’s really protective over him. But he’s been doing fine now. I don’t think anything would have changed recently.”

The apartment door opens before Eddie can ask any further questions.

“Nancy,” Robin interrupts their conversation. “You have got to see this guy Steve is going on a date with, it looks so much like-,” she notices Eddie. “Oh, hey Eddie.”

“I already know about this guy,” Eddie mocks while shoving more food in his face.

Robin glares at him. “So you’re drowning yourself with food and alcohol. Great. Also, how dare you guys have fajita night without me.”

Nancy shrugs. “You said you were going to go out, you knew it was fajita night.”

“Yeah, that’s on me,” she pulls out a chair. “I need someone to convince me not to cancel my date.”

Eddie and Argyle share a side glance.

“Why would you cancel it?” Nancy asks.

“Cause I haven’t had a decent date in months. Every time it just doesn’t click, and we never see each other again. Which is fine, I just want something to stick for longer than a night. Is that so wrong?”

Argyle shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s wrong. You’re looking for something more serious, that’s normal.”

“I guess. I just can’t help but feel like something’s wrong with me, that’s why no one ever wants to stick around that long.”

“No,” Nancy assures. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You just haven’t met the right person yet, and that’s ok.”

Robin’s phone dings. “Oh, she’s here. I’ll see you guys later. Save me some fajitas.”

When Robin closes the door behind her, she opens up her chat with Steve.

Robin: You’re plan of making Eddie jealous is working, he’s currently drinking a blender full of margaritas and stuffing his face with Argyle’s fajitas

Steve: :0

Steve: Their having fajitas without us, how rude

Robin: That’s what I said

Steve: But also, good cause this date is not going well

Robin: You’ve been out for twenty minutes how can it have gone south that fast

Steve: He hasn’t asked me a single question about myself and keep calling me Spence

Steve: Like that’s not even close

Robin: Ew

Robin: You should leave

Steve: Can you give me a fake 911 call

Robin: I would but I’m about to go on my date

Robin: You know who you should call

Robin: Eddie

Steve: That actually might be fun

Eddie’s phone pings. “Shit, Steve needs a fake 911 call to get out of his date. What should I say?”

“That you’re drunk and desperate and he should come back so you guys can finally break the weird tension you have,” Nancy teases.

Argyle snaps his fingers. “Tell him I got so high and ate an entire fried chicken then went into a food coma so bad someone thought I was dead again.”

“Again, that’s happened before?” Eddie stares at Argyle confused.

“I get a really bad case of the munchies. Especially after I visit back home in Cali.”

Nancy winces. “Yeah, I remember that trip. You were out for over eighteen hours.”

Eddie calls Steve.

“Eddie, I’m kind of busy right now.” Steve says through the line. Eddie can hear the voice of his date continuing to talk while Steve’s on the phone.

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Eddie acts. “It’s just, Argyle got this real strong strain of weed and he’s pretty high. He ate an entire fried chicken by himself and then fell asleep. I’m kind of scared, he’s breathing weird and shit, I just need someone else to come sit with me to make sure he’s ok.” 

“Oh, that’s sounds bad. I’ll come over. Be over in a bit.” Steve hangs up the phone.

The next morning, Eddie is taking out the trash as Steve is on his way to work.

“Oh Eddie, I just wanted to thank you for getting me out of that date yesterday. Really appreciate it.”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s no problem. Lord knows I’ve been on plenty of bad dates. What was it?”

Steve sighs. “Just kept talking about himself and called me by the wrong name. Like, my name isn’t even that hard. Shows that he just didn’t try.”

“Ugh,” Eddie winces. “That’s the worst. I’m sure you’ll find someone that actually gives enough of a shit to learn your name. Oh wait, hold on.” Eddie quickly drops the trash down the shoot before running back into his apartment. He comes out with a plastic container in his hands. “I sectioned off some of Argyle’s fajitas from last night. Robin wanted us to save her some, but I made sure there was enough for you too. Thought you could have it for lunch or something.”

Steve takes the container with a smile. “Thanks. I love it when Argyle cooks.”

“They were so good, can’t believe I’ve never had them before. Apparently next month are enchiladas.”

“Remind me not to make any plans for that night.”

“Will do.” They stand there in an awkward silence for a minute, just staring at each other. “Well, I don’t want to keep you. Have a good day at work.”

Steve gives him a smile again, one that makes Eddie’s breath catch in his throat. “I will. Thanks to you.” He holds up the container still in his hand. “See you later.”

Eddie nods before heading back into his apartment. Tempted to just open the door again and ask Steve on a date. Do something about this. But can’t. Not yet.

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[dazed--xx]

SKZ reaction: S/O has childhood trauma (Hyung Line)

T/W: mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of bullying, mentions of abandonment, mentions of dead best friend, mentions of neglect, arguments, crying etc…

A/N: I’ll be posting the rest of the members soon then I will be posting the Jeongin angst request next then chapter 2 of one more time then I’ll start posting Cardinal, thank you so much for the support and requests are open

Chan: school bullying

“I JUST DON’T GET YOU!!” He shouted, veins popping out of his neck as he stared at you in anger. Your bottom lip trembled between your teeth as you held onto your weak figure. You couldn’t even figure out what set Chan off, but he was utterly pissed. “Chan what are you talking about? That’s all I’ve been trying to figure out why are you yelling at me?” You exclaim after 30 minutes of his ranting your voice shaky, eyes burning from tears as your boyfriend spewed venom in your direction about how inconsiderate and disrespectful you are. He growls as he pulls a magazine out from the coffee table you had never noticed he had placed there. “Stray Kids Chan GF sends threatening messages to old schoolmates?!” The headline reads. Your eyes widen in shock “C-Chan I can explain this!” You defend yourself. “Explain? How the hell do you expect to explain this?! How can you justify any of this? You called my fan a hopeless despicable piece of crap and that she deserves the shitty life she lives now! How can you sit there and act like that’s not a problem!” He growled, tossing his phone across the room the case shattering as it hit the wall.

A panicked squeal is released from your throat as your hands cover your ears and you drop to the ground. You head shakes rapidly as you stared at your boyfriend. “You’re irresponsible and completely fucking stupid to do something like this! What the hell went through your head?! Did you even think?” He continues, your anger bubbling up in your stomach as he continues to throw harsh insults toward you. “ITS WHAT SHE FUCKING DESERVED! HOW DARE SOMEONE THAT FUCKING TORTURED ME FOR YEARS!!! YEARS OF MY LIFE! SHE DESTROYED MY SELF ESTEEM, SHE HAD ME LOCKED IN A STORAGE CLOSET FOR A WHOLE WEEKEND! SHE CUT MY HAIR AND MY ARMS AND THEN TOLD THE COUNSELORS I WAS SUICIDAL SO ID GET LOCKED IN A PSYCH WARD! SO YEAH, I FUCKING SAID WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY WHEN SHE TEXTED ME ASKING ME FOR MONEY! MONEY TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH I OWE HER MY LIFE BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO KILL ME BUT DIDN’T BECAUSE SHE FIGURED ID BE USEFUL LATER IN LIFE! SO, FUCK YOU BANG CHAN! YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK ME WHAT HAPPENED! YOU DIDN’T CARE SO YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF ALONG WITH YOUR LITTLE FAN THAT THREATENED ME AGAIN!” You snap, venom spewing toward him as he stood there his mouth hung open in shock as guilt filled his eyes. “Babe…” he called an apology on the tip of his tongue as he made his way across the room “I-I didn’t know—y-you never told me—I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry” he cried as you held your hand up toward him stopping his march in your direction “Please just…just give me a second I thought out of anyone in this world if anyone would understand anything it would be you but you didn’t even give me a chance to tell you what I did literally last night. And I just I can’t believe you would say those things about me please Chris just—just leave me alone for a bit” you explained tiredly as you made your way to your bedroom leaving your boyfriend in the living room with guilt plastered on his features and sadness in his heart.

Minho:death of best friend

“I-Is it nearby or do we have to keep going?” Minho questions, you could feel his nerves from beside him as you point to a small light a few yards away. “It’s at that light” you smile at him gripping his hand. You felt nervous, you’ve never brought anyone here, to your safe space. You stare at the man beside you, your heart races at how ethereal and beautiful he truly was. You’ve never known anyone so understanding, so deeply determined to get to know you for you. You couldn’t understand him at first but now as you stare at him you can. You can understand the want; the yearning feeling of wanting to know every single thing about someone you love. You’re pulled out of your thoughts as you feel Minho’s arm wrap around your shoulders pulling you into him. “You okay, precious?” He questions, concern laced in his tone as a pout form on his lips. You nod a small smile form on your lips “I’m okay…… just lucky to have you” you confess as your hand wraps around his pulling him toward your destination.

A small giggle is released from Minho’s lips as his legs speed up to keep up with your pace. Finally, you reach the small angel light seated on top of a marble headstone. Your smile grows wider as Minho kneels in-front of the stone placing a page of sheet music, “your song is beautiful” he states “I hope you don’t mind that you don’t mind that I sang it to Y/N, so she’d go out with me. It really spoke to me and explained how I feel about her.” He apologizes softly. “O-Oh! I’m Lee Minho, I forgot to tell you who I am.” You stare at your best friend's grave. “He’d be happy you came honestly I talk about you all the time.” You confess. “Is it inappropriate for me to ask where his family is?” Minho questions. “His mother still comes to see him every day. His dad can’t.” You explain, as you look at your boyfriend “too much guilt, me and his dad were the ones that found him” Minhos eyebrows scrunch together in confusion “H-how did you say he died again?” You shook your head “I didn’t. He committed…you know when we were 14. He had gotten into this huge fight with his dad about wanting to go to a music high school and came to my house crying when his parents showed up to my place he just disappeared, and we found him a week later in our clubhouse in my backyard. I could have sworn I checked there every day until we found him but yeah.”

You feel a strong hand gripping yours as you eye your boyfriend “I’ll make sure she’s okay. She’s going to be okay with me, so I’ll come see you again. And if you want, I’ll make sure your music gets heard. I-I’m an idol I can do that for you, my leader Chan really liked your song. We’ll make sure you’re not forgotten.” He states to your friends' grave as pride swells in your chest. “Thank you for coming with me” you state with a peck to his cheek. “Thanks for letting me” he beams at you.

Changbin: neglect

“I just don’t get why it’s such a big deal?” Changbin questions his tone laced with sadness as a sigh is released from your throat. “I just don’t like my family Bin, they’re not good people and to know that they tracked you down makes me extremely uncomfortable.” Your voice is shaky as the memories come flooding back into your brain. “What happened?” His voice is only barely above a whisper as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into his strong figure. “They’re just not good people. Please understand that at least.” You groan your hand rubbing against his forearms. “If you’re not ready to tell me that’s fine babe I just want to make sure they didn’t hurt you. T-they didn’t hurt you right?” He asks almost as if the answer would hurt him. The question left you puzzled. Did they hurt you……… Not physically, they’d have to actually be around for you to be physically hurt; no, you weren’t beaten by your parents. Sure, they rarely were home, but they never laid a hand on you. For a while you and your birth givers were quite…. cohesive. They’d leave enough food for you to make sure you didn’t die, nothing that was hugely sustainable, but you had been able to figure it out. From a young age, you knew how to shop for your own groceries, make money, apply for government assistance and just get by. You were sustainably independent all from the ripe age of 6 years old. Honestly you couldn’t for a moment remember a single conversation with your parents where you weren’t reminded of how unimportant you were in their lives.

You shook your head after some time. “Not physically no” your eyes drift to the ground. You feel your hair being brushed to the side as Changbin placed his chin on your shoulder. “You don’t have to say anything else if you don’t want to….” His grip on you tightens “I love you; you know that right?” You nod in response “I love you too, but I want to tell you. They just didn’t really act like I existed; they made sure I had just enough food to not die but nothing enough to actually help me feel okay. When I turned 6, they just stopped coming home every night and I’d see them once a week maybe…. I don’t know I just—they made sure I knew that I was a mistake I guess and I just kind of figured everything out on my own.” You confess. Your head hung low as your boyfriend rubbed your hair. You could hear his breathing grow heavy as his grip on you tightens “well you’re not a mistake to me, I love you so much and I’m happy that I have you and you have me too, okay? I will never hurt you in anyway” he declares pressing his lips against the back of your head as you nuzzle against his strong frame.

Hyunjin: abandonment

“Come on! Please just talk to me” Hyunjin pleas behind your front door. You sat with your blood boiling; arms crossed over your chest at his nerve; the audacity of this man to have disappeared for 5 months only to try to saunter back into your life like nothing happened. The fact that he couldn’t answer your calls or texts nor the final voicemail you had left for him ending your 2-year relationship said everything about how he feels. You couldn’t for the life of you understand why he finally decided your presence was once again needed. The pounding on the door intensifies as your nerves grow weaker and weaker. With a growl to yourself you force yourself up from your seat in your couch and stomp your way over to your door, forcing it open so hard it almost comes off its hinges. “What?! What could you possibly want?!” You snap, you notice the guilt and sorrow all over his features. His lips formed into a pout as he reached out for you only for you to slap his hands away. “I asked you a question, Hyunjin” your eyes form into a scowl as you cross your arms over your chest as you glare at your ex. “Babe…come on—don’t call me that!” You growl.

The look on Hyunjins face is almost as heartbreaking as his abandonment. “W-what?! Babe please let’s just talk about this! I just heard your voicemail. I’m sorry I’m so sorry please I don’t want to break up!” He pleads upon deaf ears; you scoff in response “you should have thought about that before you disappeared for 5 months Hyunjin. Doing whatever the fuck you were doing!” “I WAS ON TOUR! You figured that out at some point, right?” He argues “yeah… through fucking dispatch I found out you were in America after 3 MONTHS! 3 MONTHS OF NO CLUE WHAT WAS GOING ON! 3 MONTHS OF COMPLETE AND UTTER CONFUSION HYUNJIN!!—Sshhh please don’t be so loud” he cuts you off gesturing you to go into your apartment, his hands firm on your waist shoving you softly back. Your hands find their way to his chest as you shove him out the door. “No! You don’t get to come in here! You don’t get to waltz back into my life after I’ve already became okay with you not being in it anymore! You’re just like my parents; you used me up until I had nothing left to offer you then you just tossed me to the side like I am nothing! Well, I do mean something, and you can’t just abandon me and then show up when it’s convenient for you! I’m tired of shit like that happening and I won’t allow YOU to do that to me!” You growl. Tears stream down Hyunjins face “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to. I-I know it doesn’t mean anything but please know I thought about you the whole time I begged my manager for a new phone so I could call you because I left mine here! Please don’t break up with me I want to be with you!” He cries as he dropped to his knees his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in your stomach “I’d never abandon you! I could never abandon you I love you I love you so much please I didn’t know what your parents did I don’t want to leave. I’m sorry” you stared at the man whose heart lay on the floor. With gritted teeth you sigh “fine come inside but don’t think I’m not still mad at you” he nods quickly hoping to his feet before wrapping his hand around yours pulling you into his large frame. You feel butterflies as the familiar feeling of his soft plush lips connected with yours, putting every ounce of emotion into his kiss. Your cheeks grow a bright scarlet as he pulls away, a small smile creeps on your lips. “Still mad?” He questions jokingly. You scowl at him “don’t push it.”

[crazyoffher]

LETTING YOU GO.

jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: you let jenna go.

warnings: not proofread, unedited. angst.

word count: 1100+

a/n: small fic while i think about what to do with ‘watchtower’.

“I don’t understand just why you want to keep me guessing!” You shouted, beyond annoyed with Jenna’s antics. Your thumbs swiped against your forehead, frustration clear on your face.

You and Jenna were in the midst of a fight. You have had enough with her—the ignoring, the yelling—she wasn’t who she once was.

“I’m sorry that I have a job! That I have a life outside of you, that I-”

“This is not about that!” You practically screamed. Jenna stepped back, clearly shocked by your yelp. You had yelled before, but not with the same amount of anger in your tone as right now.

“This is about your insufferable attitude, your ignorancy; you forget about our anniversary, for fuck’s sake! You can blame it on your jobs all you want, but I've been here with you throughout most of your career, as friend and girlfriend, and this is not just because of them.” Your hand found it’s way to your hair, pushing it back. Jenna's eyes were filled with guilt. She knew her attitude was inexcusable, and she went to reply, but you weren’t done.

“Seriously, what have I done or said to make you feel this way? You won’t ever talk to me, and I’m tired of it! I’m tired of you, Jenna.”

Your heart was breaking with every word you spoke; the pain built up in you at being ignored and feeling unloved meant that every word you thought you’d never speak came out of your mouth, more unbearably as the truth.

“I-” Jenna tried to explain herself, but her brain shut off at the thought of it. “I’m sorry,” was all she said.

“So, no explanation?” You shook your head, a heartbroken smile plastered on your face, at her audacity. “No explanation at all? Pouring my heart out to you, trying my hardest to communicate with you, and you still won’t talk to me?”

Jenna wanted to tell you everything—what she’s going through, why she’s acted like a bitch, how badly she’s wanted to just be with you—but the words were caught in her throat with no way of escaping.

“I’m sorry.” She repeated, a tear falling from her eye, stricken with emotion. She wanted to talk this through with you so badly, but her body wasn’t letting her. Her body wanted you to leave, despite her mind knowing that was the opposite of what she ever wanted to happen.

“Alright, well,” you wiped your tears away, now noticing that they fell despite your attempts to keep them at bay, “I think I’m better off alone then.”

Your words caused Jenna to perk up. Her eyes widened, and her eyebrows morphed into a frown-y expression. “What?”

“Don’t act so surprised, Jenna.” Your mouth clenched shut, and tears still fell from your eyes, but you could care less now. You had grown immensely irate with her, and in your mind, she didn’t love you anymore, so why should you care about her feelings?

“I’ve been done with you for such a long time. I don’t think even you know how long you’ve been acting this way. First you want to hate me, then you want to love me; it’s so tiring figuring out your next mood.”

“Please, (Y/N)-”

“No, Jenna.” You cut her off. “I’m letting you go because I feel that I’m not who you want.”

Breathing excessively; you didn't even realize you'd been holding your breath. Jenna shook her head, disagreeing with your words because they simply weren’t true. You were what she wanted. She woke up every day happy that she was with you and that you chose her. She didn’t know what she’d do without you. 

As you headed for the door, you felt a tug on your wrist. Jenna’s hand was on your arm. 

“Please don’t go.” You could barely hear it. You wanted to break down from the tone of her voice, whispered so low and in a crack, a word away from crying her eyes out. 

“I can’t be with someone who lives their life as if I don’t exist.”

You woke up. You wish it was actually a dream, but it wasn’t.

Sitting up, you threw the covers to the side of the bed, treading into the bathroom in your hotel room. It was the same thing every night for the past two months: reliving the memory of your breakup. Though each night the dream got shorter and less lengthy, it used to go up until you got into your car, with Jenna at your car window begging you to get out, and then it’d cut.

Turning on the light, you drowned your face in cold water to wake yourself up, afraid that if you fell back asleep, the dream would continue. Saying you missed her was an understatement, but it was for the best.

You wished that she wasn’t famous, that you wouldn’t hear her name everywhere, and that her fans wouldn’t still be sending you hate that you didn’t deserve. You wished that after Stuck In The Middle, she would’ve quit as she once planned, but she didn’t, and you supported her in every way you could until you couldn’t anymore.

“Jenna Ortega finds a new love interest after (Y/N) (L/N), maybe? New photos spot her with co-star (NAME REDACTED). They’re a little too close for comfort in friendship, if you ask me.” The TV blared from the other room. You completely ignored it when you got up, forgetting it was on and playing all night.

Your head turned to the sound, toothbrush in hand. You set it down, opening the door to the bathroom and eyeing the TV.

“The co-star in question, (NAME REDACTED), has a history of being with multiple women per year, seemingly never committing to one. Will Jenna finally make him commit, or will he just add her to his list?”

You knew him. You met him when you visited Jenna on the set, and you could tell of his interest in Jenna by the way he acted toward you. Immediately, you knew that the “relationship” was a PR stunt, the idea coming up to Jenna by her agent not long after you had met him, to which she turned down. She was happy with you, or was at the time.

Still, it didn’t prevent your heart from burning at the thought that, in order to make their relationship believable, they’d have to hug, kiss, and be with one another constantly. It made you want to gag.

Slowly and surely, you were getting over Jenna. It just... was harder than you anticipated getting over breakups to be when you were younger, before ever getting into a relationship.

 You sighed, heading to the nightstand beside your messy bed and turning the TV off. Your wrist was on the doorknob to the bathroom when there was a knock at your door. Sighing, you moved to open the door in your disheveled state.

“Hey, don’t worry about the housekeeping; I’ve got it all — Jenna?”

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thinking about making a taglist what y'all buds think? also might not make a part 2 to this and if i ever do, it’d be after i finish my watchtower series :)

[theladycarpathia]

Chapter 5/6 Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Rating: Explicit Tags: College AU, no upside-down AU, enemies to lovers, road trip, explicit sex, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of child abuse, mentions of homophobia, modern au Summary: People shouldn't be allowed to volunteer you for favors. Especially not when it involves giving Billy Hargrove a lift back to Hawkins for the winter break. Sitting in a car with him for hours seems bad enough, and only gets worse when it begins to snow. The last chapter was the only one I wasn't able to finish in time - I'll probably remove these posts and put it all on AO3 properly when it's done, I just wanted to hit the deadline for some of them.

Tipsy

Steve finds the one open corner store. The bored looking cashier doesn’t even blink or ask for ID, so Steve forks out for cheap beer, chocolate, and some jerky. He puts some cash down on the counter, waiting under the flickering lights as the guy gets his change. 

He lugs his haul back through the snow, wondering why the fuck he’s going so far for Billy Hargrove. All he’s done so far this trip is freeze his balls off, pay for shit, and have this strange, uncomfortable feeling in his gut. 

The fresh air and space have done nothing for him. He thought it might clear his head, but all he’d thought about, with every slush-laden footstep, was Billy. He can’t even fucking deny it anymore, as much as he wants to.

He manages to slip in the front door without being spotted and the only people he encounters are the middle-aged couple on the stairs. Steve squeezes against the wall to let them pass by and then bolts up the remaining steps. He fumbles a little with the key in his cold fingers and is relieved when he opens the door to find that Billy is still here. 

“How the fuck did you get these?” Billy says, picking up a beer can. Steve unwinds his scarf, feeling slightly smug. 

“Cashier looked like the type,” he explains, because he’s pretty good at telling when someone is going to stick to restrictions and who hates their job so much that they won’t even try. “Dude was watching Total Wipeout and barely looked at me.”

“Shit,” Billy says and cracks the tab open. Steve takes off his outer layers and tries to ignore the long lines of his throat as he drinks. 

“You’re not twenty-one yet,” Billy says, licking a stray drop of beer from his lip. And Steve watches the pink tip of his tongue chase the liquid and disappear back inside his mouth. Steve feels an overwhelming urge to follow it, see if he can still taste the beer on Billy’s tongue. 

“I have an air of competency, I’ve been told,” Steve says loftily. “I used to babysit.” Billy just snorts with laughter and it’s almost a relief to see the tension ease from his shoulders.  

“I bet you did,” he says. Steve grabs a can too and after a beat, crawls onto the bed next to him. There’s enough space for him to prop himself up against the pillows without their limbs ever even touching. 

“I was very popular,” Steve insists. He’d had a certain something with the pre-teens. Might have been the hair, might have been the attitude but they’d fucking loved him. The summer he’d been a lifeguard, there were flocks of them trying to get his attention. It wasn’t the best street cred but Steve had kind of loved it. Kids never wanted much - they took no shit and weren’t old enough yet to play the game. 

“You always are,” Billy says ruefully and takes another swig. “Got to campus and found the same king from Hawkins.”

There’s a heavy silence and Steve fumbles with the tab. He doesn’t really want a drink but he figures there’s no harm after he went through all of the trouble to get them. Billy clearly needs it, so he copies Billy in taking a long sip.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Steve asks, wondering if he’s an idiot for even asking.

“No,” Billy mutters. Steve takes a drink and doesn’t push it. He remembers this conversation, the summer before college when he worked with Robin for the first time. There had been a power outage at Scoops Ahoy and they just sat in the dark, eating some ice cream before it melted. Sometimes people want to talk if you just give the space to be able to. 

“My dad’s not…” Billy says, after a silence long enough that Steve thought maybe he’d been wrong. “My dad sucks.”

Steve sucks at his bottom lip. He can read the obvious - his dad sucks. Heather’s dad sucks. He gets the feeling that Billy can’t say what he really wants to. 

“He and my mom might have been happy once,” Billy continues and Steve’s glad that he didn’t say anything. This feels like the kind of thing that doesn’t need interruptions. “Maybe. I never saw any of it. By the time I was old enough, they were already screaming at each other. And that was their better days. My mom could never do anything right. Dinner wasn’t on the table quick enough, why’d she need to buy me new clothes, why did she have to see her bitch of a sister…”

“Did he…” Steve starts without thinking and then hastily closes his mouth. But he doesn’t even need to ask the full question, because it’s already there, hanging in the air between them. 

“Yeah,” Billy says, heavily. “I didn’t notice it at first. Then I got older. And he got a little careless, and started doing it to her in front of me.” Steve swallows around a sudden lump in his throat.

“She took it for a while,” Billy says with the blankest expression Steve’s ever seen on him. “And then when I was eleven or so, there was this one night. I was getting older, getting mouthy. He never particularly liked me. Said I was her son, not his. For a while, I thought he meant it literally...fuck, I wish he did. He just meant I wasn’t the son he wanted.”

“That’s fucked up to say to a kid,” Steve says fervently. Billy just scoffs. 

“Not the worst thing he ever said to me,” Billy says and exhales. “Anyway, he said something to me at dinner. I don’t remember what it was and I just…answered back. I knew I’d fucked up the moment I did it.”

“What did he do?” Steve asks, and he almost doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t know Billy’s dad, but God, he hates the man already. 

“Put down his knife and fork, got up from the table and punched me straight in the face,” Billy says, without a hint of emotion at all. Like they’re talking about the weather and Steve wonders how Billy got to that point. Maybe it’s the only way he can talk about it, by not feeling anything at all. “My mom was furious. He’d never hit me before - I guess that was her breaking point.”

“So she ran,” Steve says, having pieced it together already. Billy just nods distantly, staring down at his knees, and Steve wonders if he’s back there. In the passenger seat of his mom’s car, clutching at a bag containing everything that they could grab. Driving without knowing where they’re going, if they’re being followed. Blood dripping down mother and son as they fled. 

“So she ran,” Billy repeats listlessly. “She waited until Neil had gone out for the night. He’d already hit her, when she tried to protect me, and her eye was turning black. Her lip was bleeding while she was packing up our shit. She went to the back of the cupboard and pulled out a coffee tin I never knew about. She took out all of the money in it, put me in the car, and we…left.”

“Where did you go?” Steve asks, still staring ahead. He wants to look at Billy but he gets the feeling that he shouldn’t right now. 

“She drove all night,” Billy says, after a beat. There’s a sudden sound from next door, like the people staying there have just arrived back, and Billy doesn’t talk again until it goes quiet. “We stopped for coffee a couple of times. I slept in the backseat for a lot of it…but yeah, she just drove, fingers white against the wheel, like she expected Neil to appear in our rear view mirror. But he didn’t and the next morning, she finally stopped at a motel in Utah.”

“How’d you end up in Hawkins?” Steve asks. He can do the math - Billy didn’t arrive in Hawkins until his sophomore year, several years after he and his mother fled California. 

“Threw a dart at a map,” Billy says, playing with the can tab. “Well, that got us to Indiana. Mom wanted to put down roots after bouncing around from town to town. We’d stay for a few months while she got some work, live in motels or someone’s spare room. Then we were off again. It kind of sucked so I didn’t protest too much when she said she was done running.”

“And then you got into college,” Steve finishes and Billy nods. 

“Somehow got good grades,” he says. “Got a full ride. We couldn’t have…my mom was thrilled. I think she always felt like maybe she’d fucked me up, making me change schools three times a year for so long. Hawkins wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be - small town nowhere near the sea, but it wasn’t so bad.”

“You miss it,” Steve says, because he can tell that salt air and waves are just in Billy’s blood. It’s like how the dark pine trees and fallen leaves are in his. Home never quite leaves you.

“Yeah,” Billy says heavily. He looks crestfallen, and Steve wonders how much it pains him to have to hide. He might never be able to go back to California, for fear of Neil finding him or his mother. “Fuck, yeah. It’s a bit harder to…well, I get shit for being gay anywhere. I’m just less likely to get punched for it here.”

“He wouldn’t approve of you being gay?” Steve asks quietly. 

“No way,” Billy says bitterly. He drains the rest of his can and immediately picks up another one. “Wouldn’t even…and I knew pretty young. I learnt to hide it.”

He can picture a young Billy, with those startling blue eyes and dimpled grin. Maybe it was in a gym class, or at a sleepover, the moment where you become painfully aware of other people. Steve’s had it twice - the soft, slender lines of girls at ten and the firm feel of boys at nineteen. 

And some things don’t go away that easily, Steve thinks. The showboating, the obvious flirting around the cheerleaders…even now, it’s all a show. In another life, maybe Billy would be comfortable with who he is. Instead, he’s still scared of his father, scared of being treated the same way. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says and it doesn’t feel like enough. Which is stupid, because he can’t undo anything that was done to Billy and his mother. “That’s shit.”

“See?” Billy says, looking up with a rueful smile. “He sucks.”

“I think you win the crown for dads who suck,” Steve says and Billy just grins, something oddly light compared to the past few minutes. And Steve suddenly has this horrible realisation that he wants that smile, wants it again and again, because it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“I’ll take it,” Billy says and tips his can towards Steve’s. “I’ve earned it.”

They drink some more, until they hear people moving in the hallway, other guests coming up from the restaurant. It’s not even that late, but Steve can feel the stress of the day on his shoulders.

“Maybe we should turn in,” Steve says, because they’ve been talking for a while. Billy lobs his empty can at the trash, proving how he got a basketball scholarship when it lands. 

“I can take the couch,” Billy offers, looking dubiously at the terrifying monstrosity. Steve feels a pang of sympathy, because that thing looks like it would be hell to sleep on. 

“Sleep in the bed,” Steve offers impulsively. Earlier, he might have agreed all too easily but after the last few hours, he’s not so willing to let Billy jump on that grenade. “It’s big enough. It’s just one night, right?”

“Right,” Billy says, uncertainly. “Just one night.”

[galactic-magick]

But Then I Saw You: Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam can’t take his eyes off you and he doesn’t understand why.

Words: 0.7k+

Warnings: SPOILERS!!

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Adam was slowly but surely learning to navigate his new life—a far different one than he ever thought he’d be living.

Between missions with the other Guardians, his new home is Knowhere. He has his own small apartment with an overlook of the city, and he’s been trying to inegrate himself into the community. It’s difficult, considering he violently destroyed the place less than a year ago, yet he’s made a decent amount of friends.

There’s one person he still hasn’t figured out how to talk to, though, and that’s you.

Adam sees you around town nearly everyday, and the sight of you always makes him feel something different. He doesn’t understand why he can’t just talk to you like he does everyone else, the nervousness always stopping him. He’s been made well aware that he left his cocoon too early, and therefore isn’t fully developed, but this feeling isn’t something he ever heard mentioned by his mother or his people.

“Ya know, it’s a good thing you don’t have laser eyes or something, because they’d be dead from all your staring,” Rocket jokes, catching Adam looking at you again.

“I don’t know why I can’t stop looking at them,” Adam says.

“Sounds like you got a crush, golden boy,”

“I am Groot,” Groot agrees.

“What’s a crush?” Adam asks, intrigued.

“Oh, geez, do I have to be the one to explain it to him?”

Groot steps up, wrapping a vine around Adam’s shoulders, “I am Groot. I am Groot, I am Groot. I am Groot! I am Groot?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I guess we just don’t usually have those romantic type feelings in my species. We reproduce through genetic engineering and birthing pods, so we don’t have the need to be attracted to each other like that,”

“Okay, so what’s wrong with you then?” Rocket laughs.

“I don’t know,” Adam catches another glance at you. “But maybe it’s not a bad thing,”

“I am Groot?”

Rocket cackles again, “No way am I giving him dating advice, Groot. Go ask Drax or something, he’s the one who’s been married before,”

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Adam doesn’t waste much time, so later that day he asks Drax how he should talk to you. Of course Draw tells him about how he met his wife, talking about his attraction to her in graphic detail. Adam hangs onto every word, taking everything in as if he’d be quizzed on it. He asks lots of questions, trying to figure out how best to express his interest in you. Eventually he thinks he has it down, so next time he sees you, he’s determined to make his move.

Fortunately, that time comes pretty fast, and he sees you sitting in the main square on his way home. He sits beside you, attempting to be somewhat covert and casual.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you reply with a smile. “You’re Adam, right?”

“You know who I am?”

“Well, yeah, everyone here knows who you are,” you shrug. “Plus I see you staring at me a lot so I’ve asked some people what your deal is,”

Adam loses his entire train of thought, quickly realizing his plan had already failed. He clearly already weirded you out by his behavior, and he didn’t want to further discomfort you.

“I’m sorry,” are the only words he finds to say.

“Why?” you laugh. “I’m not mad, I’ve just been waiting for you to actually talk to me,”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to know what’s so interesting about me. Do I look like someone you knew or something?”

He’s relieved to know you’re not upset with his terrible social skills, but he still doesn’t know quite how to respond. How is he to explain how seeing you makes him feel?

“The truth is,” he starts, “I thought my people were supposed to be the most beautiful and perfect species in the universe...but then I saw you,”

Now it’s your turn to lose all words and thoughts from your mind. Is the Adam Warlock into you?

“I never meant to scare you, and I understand if you don’t feel similar feelings towards me,” he stand up, “I hope you have a lovely evening,”

“Wait, hang on Adam,” you stop him from leaving. “Why didn’t you just ask me out?”

“Out where?”

You laugh, his confusion endearing, “Anywhere, goldie. I need to get to know you better before I decide if I like you too, don’t I?”

“Ah, yes! Great idea,” he nods. “I will ask you out tomorrow, then,”

“Not now?”

“I need to go home now to feed my pet,”

“Of course,” you smile. “Tomorrow, then,”

He flies up into the air, leaving you to look forward to whatever he comes up with.

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Read this to make a Guardians request!

[biggestsimponhere]

Can you do Regulus black with prompt 9 from list 3 please!!!

You came - Regulus Black x f!Hufflepuff!reader

A/n: Maybe slightly ooc reg but i don’t think so

It was pouring. It seemed to always be pouring. You sit on the ledge of the astronomy tower with a blanket wrapped around your bottom half. Though the ledges window was wide open the rain was unable to come inside due to the spell stopping it. You had been up here for several hours. You were crying, not that you would admit that to anyone. Some slytherins had called you a whole bunch of things you would not like to repeat. You lay your head against the stone wall and watch the rain, hoping to bring some sort of peace to your mind.

The chill from the wind shifting through the tower did not help you feel any better. Steps echo up the stone stairs alerting you to someone’s presence. You sigh turning your attention to the entrance. A hand wraps around the cement at the top of the landing, you know that hand, those rings. Regulus, he’s here. You breathe out in relief as he approaches you. He frowns slightly as he takes in your appearance. “You’re going to catch a chill” is all he says as he joins you on the ledge. “You came” You say as he slides under the blanket. “You called” He replies as he leans his head back. The two of you sit in silence as you wait for the other to say something.

You guess you should probably explain why you summoned him up to the tower. “I-i heard something,” you start and then stop to glance up at him. He nods his head for you to continue. “Some slytherins, they were saying things… about me, about your brother, about you” You say quietly, practically whispering. You look at his face trying to figure out how he feels but it stays expressionless. “What did they say?” He asks calmly. “They called me a slut, they were also saying awful things about your brother. They didn’t really say anything mean about you, it was more focused on your friendship with me” You sigh as you turn back towards the window.

“What about us?” He asks, his expression shifting into one of concern. Tears fill your eyes as you remember the countless sentences you heard. “They said i’m just a slut who wants your money,” Your voice breaks as you continue. “They said you shouldn’t even be t-talking to me because i’m useless and not worth it” You sob through hiccups. He breaches the gap between the two of you to cup your face. Tears stream out of your eyes as you lean into his palm. “You know none of that matters to me. You’re my friend. More even, you mean more to me than anyone else” He says as he pulls you close.

“I just- I want people to accept me, i want your friends to accept me” You cry into his shoulder. Your tears are soaking into his robe, you’re probably also getting snot on it but he can’t bring himself to care. “I love you, they will accept you” He says stroking your hair. “You l-love me?” You look up. This is the first time he’s ever told you that. “y-yeah,” he stutters “i’ve always loved you, you’re the first person who’s ever showed me love” he continues. You pull yourself away to look into his face. “I love you regulus black” You say softly. “and i love you y/n l/n” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours.

[passionateseadruid]

Snake Kings Bride 10

Fenrir

It’s been a few weeks since the “incident” as your coining it. Lucifer seems rather unaffected by it. He’s been love bombing you as usual. Making you food every day, buying you new gifts, tight hugs that were practically suffocating you, and he took you out for "dates" every weekend. This weekend he's taking you to the gluttony ring to look at how the hell hounds are treated.

You dressed in a pastel yellow shirt with a duck on it (of course) and flared jeans embroidered with apples on the sides (again, of course). You walked out of the room to find Lucifer waiting for you.

He squealed “You look so cute!” He hugged you and snuggled into your form.

“Stop. Touching. Me.”

He pouted, giving you puppy dog eyes. “I don’t wanna, doll!”

“I am not you doll.” You tried to push him away, but you just ended up stumbling back. “Let’s just get going to the gluttony ring.” You picked yourself up and walked towards the limo.

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About an hour later you, Lucifer, and Beelzebub (or bee)

were sitting in a lounge overlooking a chaotic Hellhound part Bee was throwing. It was admittedly a bit uncomfortable. Lucifer and Bee were getting drunk on “honey” and you were sitting trying not to look out the window of the overhead lounge because you’d probably see people making out and/or grinding on each other.

“Hey… I’m gonna head out for some fresh air okay?” You told Lucifer.

He hugged you arm nuzzling it for a few seconds before letting you go. “Come back soon okay! I’ll find you wherever you off to!”

You stepped outside the club and checked some text messages.

“Tough night?” Someone asked from behind you. You turned around and saw a tall Hellhound with a broad muscular figure.

“You probably shouldn’t be talking to me.” You warned. His fur was black and he had a scar over his left eye.

“Okay, that’s kinda rude.” 

You roll your eyes. “It’s for your own safety. My “Fiancé” is possessive and probably wouldn’t like me talking to anyone guy.”

“You’re Lucifer’s girl aren’t you? Nice to meat you candy apple.” He smiled.

“Candy apple?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Your jeans.” He pointed out. “Anyway I’m Vortex. Why are you out here all alone?”

“Lucifer and Bee were getting hammered and I just didn’t want to deal with that. I came out here to get away from all the noise.” You explained, just wanting to be alone right now.

“Sorry about that. Bee can get kinda rowdy at times. So you’re just out here to relax?” He asked not getting the hint.

“Yeah. It’s the only time I’ve gotten to be away from Lucifer in days. It was supposed to be alone time for me.” You said passive aggressively. Before he could respond you got the call you’ve been waiting for for months! “Sorry I have to take this!” Vortex nodded and left you to the phone call. “Hello?” You asked hesitantly.

“Hey is this Luci’s new bitch?!” The guy on the other end of the phone asked. He was loud and brash, and you remember him from your one day out doing whatever you wanted in exchange for going on a date with Lucifer.

“Yes that’s me. Did you find him, Mr. Blitz?” You asked hopeful of the outcome.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist honey, we got the guy.” He said so nonchalantly. 

“Great! Unfortunately I can’t come pick up the information about him right now. I’m… out of town on a work trip and I won’t be back until later tonight.” You explained sheepishly. 

“Yeah yeah, just come pick it up when you get the chance. I will say that it’s quite odd to have you request we track this guy down, but money is money and I’m not complaining.” You heard the squeaking of a chair in the background of the call.

“Thank you for your time Mr. Blitz.” You smiled so grateful for this.

“Thank YOU for your money.” He hung up and you went back inside to find the sins.

You were trying not to trip over limbs or bump into people. The whole place looked more like an orgy than Ozzie’s did. (But then again you weren’t exactly on the floor at Ozzie’s. There were fountains of honey, crazy ring statues, hexagonal shaped furniture, and music blaring from every corner of the place.

You made your way back up to the lounge and had to pretend like everything was normal.

Once you got there you saw a terrifying sight. A very, very drunk Lucifer whining on the couch. Once you entered his head shot up and he smiled at you. He flopped off the couch and ran to you. He leaned against you at a weird angle to press his face against your chest. His drunken rambling made no sense. He pulled you away from the door and pinned you against the wall.

“Your ssssoooo pretty~” He giggled as he slurred his words. “Fuck.” His voice came out in a whisper. “I wanna kiss you so badly!” He whined.

“You need to sober up.” You tried to get away as he held you close.

This seemed to be a running trend in your “relationship with the king of hell huh? He’d do something awful and make you super uncomfortable. Then he would apologize and love-bomb you with presents as an apology, promising to change and be better. But he never has, he never will.

“You’re so perfect! You’ll never go away~” He said sloppily. He giggled at you as you looked dully at him.

Maybe there was no escaping him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t, wouldn’t, and shouldn’t try. There was nothing that bounded you to him. Renesmee and Nina were lovely to hang out with and be around but Styx and Pluto weren’t exactly the most welcoming of people to be around. It was suffocating.

“We need to get you some water.” You tried to step away again he he just held you in place against the wall and kissed you.

“No! I don’t want any water when I have the sweetest taste I could ever have here in my hands. You’re lips are like ambrosia, Darling. I need to taste them over and over. I need your kisses more than I need to breath!”

You wanted to cry. In any other context this would have been so sweet and romantic. If only he hadn’t taken you and violated you with his wants and desires every chance he got. He would have been such a sweetheart and a hopeless romantic if you two had met under normal circumstances. But instead he is forcing you to be his wife.

“We’re leaving.” You said as you grabbed his arm.

“I don’t wanna go!” He whined and struggled as you dragged him outside and away from the rest of the party.

“You need to sober up before you get a hangover tomorrow and become even more needy and “affectionate”. If you can even call it that.” People cheered as they saw you two leaving. You wondered if they actually thought he was a good king or if they were just kissing up to him. If it was the first option then why? He profited from a system that was built to keep them down. 

You threw him in the back seat of the car and climbed in after him. Eventually the car drove off and you were making your way back to the Pride ring. The car ride was silent as you stared out the window and Lucifer slept with his head on your lap.

Eventually you saw something that shocked and disturbed you.

A small Samoyed hell hound was being held down and muzzled… “Stop the car!” The driver stopped at your command.

You ran out and ran towards the small creature. You gently scooped the pup into your arms and glared at the bigger Hell hounds trying to take this poor creature away.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?” You yelled in rage.

“None of your business! Now step aside!” One of them yelled. You held your ground and refused to let go of the poor little creature.

“It’s okay little one. Nothing is going to harm you while I’m here.”

“While we’re here…” Lucifer came out from the car unexpectedly. “I may have a killer headache but I know when my girls in danger. You come at my wife you fuck with me. And I don’t like getting fucked…” he spoke in a menacing tone as his horns grew out of head, with the new addition of a big black spot on his horns that weren’t originally there. His wings sprouted from his back. “Go to the car doll.”

“No.”

“Doll…”

You grabbed his hand and pulled both him and the puppy to to car. “Call up Bee and tell her we’re adopting this Hellhound. What’s your name little one?” You pulled them both into the limo.

“I don’t have one.” The sweet Samoyed revealed as Lucifer called Beelzebub.

“Are you a boy or a girl?”

“I’m a boy…”

“I’m gonna name you Guinefort after the folk hero! I’ll call you Guinea for short! You’re like a cute little guinea pig!” You smiled and booped his nose.

“What’s a guinea pig?” He tilted his head.

“Not important right now. How do you feel about your name?” He cringed at it. “Not a fan huh? How about… Gelert! No? Shippeitaro? Samara? Raiju?” You thought for a moment longer. “…hm. Fenrir?”

“That one!” He clapped.

You smiled. “That’s a beautiful name.” You kissed him forehead.

Yes, earlier you we’re talking about how you had nothing to tie you down to hell but… what were you supposed to do? Let him die? Or whatever they would’ve done to him? No… one step at a time you were going to start to change hell while you could. Even if you wouldn’t stick around to see the improvement it would make for its citizens.

“I promise Fenrir, as long as I’m with you nothing bad will ever happen to you again.

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Because Eddie is straight. He’s a straight guy. He… Right? 

But then again…

How do you know if something is sort of gay like theoretically or actually gay?

“Can I quickly interject that I was miserable, too?” Buck says quickly.

“Yes. Yeah, uh, that’s good to know,” Eddie replies. “I mean, not good that you were miserable. But good that… That, I hope we’re on the same page.”

What page? What fucking page? Please assume Buck chose an audiobook and has no idea where he is, just what’s happened! 

“I don’t… I’m really struggling to figure myself out, here,” Eddie admits, sighing. “I’ve had a lot going opn and I maybe should devote more time to this part of myself, but… But I just know that… I can’t… I don’t want us to be apart.”

“You… You’re not just… This isn’t just a New Year’s surprise?” Buck asks. 

Eddie shakes his head. “No. You’re family. Chris and I agree.”

“You… The two of you… You came back for me?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie replies nervously. “We did. And… And I don’t want to assume how you feel… I’ve been trying to nail down how I feel…”

“Wait,” Buck says, brain buffering like a video over bad WiFi connection. “When you called me high…”

“Oh, please don’t remind me of that,” Eddie begs. 

“You were calling to ask me if you are attracted to me?” Buck gapes.

“Okay, so… I was high. Please remember I have no tolerance built up, so-”

Buck laughs, delighted. “You wanted me to, what? Give you permission to be into me?”

“Well,” Eddie’s face goes even redder. “Maybe a little.”

“Granted. Permission granted. I’ve been into you for ages and I didn’t have to apply for a permit or anything.”

Eddie’s face morphs into a relieved smile.

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He worries that whatever happens with Bobby is going to freak Buck out. Send him into an abandonment spiral. He worries that he’ll hit a breaking point and need to leave the station. And that will inevitably hurt Buck, too. He loves his husband more than anything other than his kids. He doesn’t want to hurt him, if he can avoid it. He’s just not sure he can avoid it. 

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Eddie gets more answers about the future of the 118 on Bobby’s first shift back. 

It’s a strange shift in that it’s someone’s long-awaited return and Hen isn’t there. No banner. No cake. And she didn’t tell anyone.  What the actual fuck?

“She had an appointment,” Bobby waves it off when they ask. But he doesn’t explain and not even Chim has heard anything.

So…

What gives? 

Then, Bobby calls Eddie into his office. Just Eddie. No one else gets talked to. For a moment, Eddie wonders if Hen has reported to Bobby that Eddie’s apathy has only increased. That maybe he has got worse at his job. That he’s in trouble. But when Bobby sits him down across from his desk, Eddie only gets a positive feeling from him. And in eight years, Eddie’s become pretty good at reading his mood.

“So how are things, Eddie?” Bobby asks. 

“Good,” Eddie nods. “Yeah, good. Unless you ask Buck, of course. Brooke’s not eating her carrot mush, and he’s kind of turning it into a conspiracy. So, uh, maybe reassure him she won’t go blind without carrots?”

Bobby chuckles. “Okay, good to know. But I mean professionally. How are things here?”

Eddie’s expressions falls. Fuck.

“You already know, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I’d like to hear it from you anyway,” Bobby says.

“I’ve still been doing my job well,” Eddie says firmly. “Just because I’m not as enthusiastic, doesn’t mean I’m not doing a good job.”

“I know,” Bobby agrees. “No doubt about it.”

“Thank you,” Eddie exhales.

“So, then… How about this?” Bobby says. “Would you like to know where Hen is today?”

Well, this isn’t what Eddie expected. 

“Sure,” he replies. He’ll bite.  “Yeah, actually. I’m curious.”

[skyward-floored]

2 "This was a mistake" and Swamp?

I started writing like three different things with this prompt, and only this one ended up working (aside from the one that has later spoilers which I’ll keep for later), so... bon appetit XD

2. “This was a mistake”

“I still don’t know about this,” Zelda admitted nervously, and Link smiled at her from the pond he was swimming small circles in.

“It’ll be fine, Zelda. I’ve been swimming as long as I can remember, it’s not so hard,” he assured, and Zelda kicked her legs where she was sitting on a rock on the edge of the water.

She knew it shouldn’t be such a big deal, but... she’d never been able to swim, and never had lessons. She’d waded in water before of course, and the pond wasn’t that deep, and Link would be beside her. But something was just... worrying her.

“You’re sure it’ll be fine?” she asked again, and Link nodded.

“Sure. Swimming is easy. And I won’t let anything happen to you, this pond is perfectly safe,” he said confidently, and Zelda swallowed, then breathed out.

She could do this. It was just learning to swim, lots of people learned how to swim with no trouble at all. Link had said it was easy!

She could do this.

Zelda slid off her rock and into the pond, the water going not quite to her shoulders. Link gave her a bright smile, and then paddled over so he could better talk to her.

“Okay. First off... hm, I guess knowing how to keep yourself up in the water is the first step,” Link said thoughtfully, and at Zelda’s look, chuckled. “Sorry. Zora are born aquatic, I’ve never specifically taught someone how to swim. But we’ll figure it out! I think I was right that keeping yourself up is the first step.”

“I think we call it treading water?” Zelda said, and Link shrugged.

“Whatever you like. Here, watch me first.”

Link moved to the deeper part of the pond, and treaded water for a minute, showing Zelda how he was moving his arms and describing how he was kicking his legs.

“You sort of kick them one at a time,” he said, moving back beside her to where it was more shallow. “Like when you’re running? Each one in turn, but in a sort of circular way. You wanna try?”

“I suppose,” Zelda said nervously, and Link smiled.

“I’ll be right next to you. C’mon, I’ll hold you up,” he reassured, and he led her over to the deeper water. Sure enough, he kept his hands on her arms, and even when Zelda couldn’t touch the bottom anymore, Link kept her up. “All right. Now try what I showed you!”

And he abruptly let go.

Zelda yelped as she immediately sank, and all the movements she’d attempted to note fled her mind, leaving her floundering. She kicked frantically with her legs and arms, and Link was saying something, but she couldn’t hear him because her ears had just gone under and her head was—

Link grabbed her arms again, and Zelda gulped, trembling a bit.

“Okay, right idea, just a little less... flail-y,” he said with a reassuring look, and Zelda grabbed his arms when she felt his hands move.

“Wait, don’t— um. Maybe wait until I have the motions down a bit better to let go?” she said awkwardly, and Link nodded.

“Oh, yeah sure! That’s— yeah that’s a better idea actually,” he said with a laugh, and Zelda gave him a relieved look. “Sorry. Though, I can’t really hold you on the arms if you’re going to move them.”

Zelda’s cheeks went pink, and she coughed. “Ah... I guess my waist works.”

Link’s ears also went pink, surprisingly enough. “Oh, yeah that works.”

He shifted his hands to her waist with a quick movement, and Zelda had to focus rather hard on swimming instructions and not on how nice his hands felt resting on her waist. His hold was secure, and she felt... safe.

Link always had a way of doing that.

With his instructions repeated, Zelda started with her legs, practicing the cycling movement Link had tried to explain, and Link ducked his head under to look, coming back up with a nod.

“Yeah, that’s a good start! Now your arms,” he said excitedly.

Zelda started paddling those as well, trying to get into a rhythm. It was harder than it had looked though, and she huffed in frustration when she just couldn’t coordinate her movements.

She paused several times while Link offered tips, but nothing he said seemed to help. After several tries, Zelda felt herself tiring, and she stopped, looking at the water in disappointment.

“Ah, you’ll get it,” Link said with his trademark grin, nudging her with an elbow. “Maybe we should try something different?”

Zelda nodded with a sigh. “That sounds fine.”

And so the afternoon went, Link attempting to teach Zelda how to swim, and Zelda... struggling.

It seemed like she just couldn’t coordinate her movements to what Link was showing her, no matter how hard she tried. They tried all kinds of things, but none of the strokes he showed her seemed to click, and Zelda was getting more and more tired and frustrated.

It all culminated with her slipping on an underwater rock as she tried to do a particular stroke, and she accidentally breathed in, water flooding her lungs. Link hurriedly fished her out, but she still spent a good minute just coughing up water and trying not to cry.

Why couldn’t she do this?

“Hey, I think we’ve done enough for today,” Link said once she’d calmed down from her accidental dunk, and Zelda nodded, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “...You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” Zelda said miserably, and pressed her face to her knees. “I’m sorry, Link. This was just... a mistake. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

“Wasting my— huh?” Link said in confusion, and Zelda brushed some damp hair from her face.

“I took a whole afternoon of your time and I still can’t swim,” she said, fighting back a sniffle. “All it got either of us was a grumpy princess.”

Yet another thing I can’t do.

Link looked at her a moment, then pulled himself out of the water to sit next to her on the rock, water dripping off his hair and skin. The stone was warmed by the setting sun, and Link spread his hand out on it, feeling the warmth.

“You didn’t waste my time,” Link said, flicking some water out and making ripples in the pond. “Zelda, I like spending time with you. Whether you can swim or not. Or are grumpy.”

Zelda looked over at him, and he patted her hand with his still-dripping one, smiling.

“You could take years to learn how to swim, and I’d still want to teach you,” he said, and quickly looked back at the pond, ears going pink.

Zelda felt her own face warm, Link’s hand still resting atop her own, and her frustration fell away like one of the drops of water trailing down the rock. Link was willing to keep working with her on this, even if it took ages for her to learn.

He really was one of the sweetest people she’d ever met.

“So, same time tomorrow?” Link asked, and Zelda laughed, shaking her head as she squeezed his hand.

“...I think I could use a break day before going again.”

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

James X Evan x Reggie

I of course can't help it and wrote this a bit ago. Life got very very busy so I apologize for not posting microfics for a while. But I have at least two done and I will try to post a 3rd soon.

Word Count: 1,097

NSFW, Violence Warning Under the cut

“Evan, I’m telling you, nothing’s gonna happen here. We’re both Barty’s exes. I can’t. He’d kill us both.”Regulus explained. It was the same conversation the two had been having for a week and Regulus was becoming annoyed with it.

“James already agreed. Please?”Evan asked again.

“Rosie, I keep telling you. Barty will kill us both and leave no evidence without hesitation. Stop asking.”

“Why do you care so much what he thinks anyway?”

“Because he’s still my friend. I don’t betray people that way.”

“If I told you why we broke up, you in particular would be all over me right now.”

“Told you, I don’t want to know.”

“Reg-”

“Evan, don’t.”

Regulus opened his book again, reading silently. The silence was broken in seconds.

“Barty used the torture curse on your brother. I managed to refuse and get away but he kept going.”Evan blurted out, fidgeting with his fingers.

Regulus’ hands tensed up and he dropped his book in his lap. “Why would he do that?”

“Because he seemed to enjoy it.”

“He…”Regulus couldn’t finish the sentence, he only shook his head

“What do you think of your friend now, hm?”

“Evan, please don’t. Yes, what he did was absolutely horrible. But what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Help me make him feel awful. That’s all. Fuck the hell out of me until he walks in and sees it.”

“He’ll kill all three of us, Evan.”

“He won’t. I’ll keep us safe.”

“Evan, you’re out of your mind.”

“I’m pissed and heartbroken and mortified because our best friend used the torture curse on people I care about. I’m not crazy for that.”

“Because you really didn’t know that he would do something like that.”

“I didn’t know that he was cruel, I knew all too well that he was crazy but that’s it.”

“What all are you looking for here?”Regulus asked, moving from his laying position on his bed to sit on the side of his face, his full attention on Evan.

“A one night stand to piss off our ex boyfriend and make him leave us alone. That’s all. Anything further can be a different conversation.”

Regulus just sat quietly, mulling over the idea. Evan pulled at the rips in his jeans silently.

“Evan, why James and I both? You could have picked anyone. You could have chosen Sirius, honestly.”Regulus asked.

“Because you’re you. You were everything to him even while he and I were together. And you getting with James, well, that drove him mad.”

“Guess that’s fair. But how do we even know that we’d be good together? Not like we’ve even been undressed around each other or anything.”

“Could test it first.”

“Go get James, Rosier.”

Evan smirked and left the room to go get James. Regulus gently pulled at his blazer, thinking about whatever may happen next.

Only a few minutes later, Evan returned with James following close behind him. Regulus looked up at James immediately.

“James, you agreed to this?”Regulus asked.

“He hurt Sirius. Of course I did.”James replied.

“James, why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to tell you how your best friend hurt your brother that way.”

Regulus chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, staring at his lap.

“Evan, do you know why I’ve only ever had two boyfriends?”Regulus asked.

“No.”Evan replied.

“I was not born a male… James paid for my top surgery because my parents would never have let me. I have a flat chest but uhm… Still a girl on the bottom.”

“Oh. Me too.”

“You… Huh? It’s been seven years, we graduate in a week and you couldn’t have told me that…?”

“Didn’t figure it would matter. You’ve been with someone the whole time.”

Regulus shook his head, smiling a little. Evan smirked and sat down beside Regulus.

“I swear, I thought you guys would have lost your minds if I ever told you that.”Regulus laughed.

“Well, we’re cooler than that, c’mon now.”

“Just making sure.”

“How do you want to check the chemistry here?”

“Are you really asking me that?”

Evan grinned as he glanced at James. “Still good with it, Potter?”

“Anything to make that fucker jealous.”

“Ooh. Swearing? Damn.”

Regulus grabbed Evan’s chin with two fingers and pressed his lips to the blonde’s. Evan grabbed hold of Regulus’ uniform shirt. When they parted for air, Regulus was half in Evan’s lap and James was leaning against the bedpost, smirking.

“Is that a final yes?”Evan teases, glancing down at Regulus’ legs still straddling his thigh.

“Yes. Definitely a yes.”Regulus replied.

“Potter?”

“Oh, you two have fun. I’d just watch if I was allowed.”James replied.

“Are you sure you’re gay?”Evan laughed.

James flipped Evan the finger. “Pansexual and he doesn’t even react like that to me. So have fun. I’ll be here.”

“Deal.”

Regulus blushed slightly, grinding gently against Evan’s thigh. Evan wrapped his hands around his roommates’ hips.

“Oh~? Does that feel good?”he teased Reg, resting his forehead on the other boy’s.

“Shut up, Rosie.”

“Move faster and I’ll consider it.”

Regulus picked up his pace, letting out soft moans as he grinded his clit against Evan’s thigh.

“Pants off. You’re going to ruin them.”James teased.

“So it is a fetish thing.”Evan joked as he unbuttoned Regulus’ uniform pants.

“If it was a fetish, I’d get him off more and let him ruin both.”

“Oh, fuck. Definitely do that.”

“Reggie?”

“Anything.”Regulus moaned. “It’s all hot. Just please don’t stop.”

James sat behind Regulus and slid his arm around his boyfriend’s waist, his fingers toying with the other boy’s clit. Regulus moaned louder, becoming overstimulated by the two boys getting him off.

“Please~”he moaned, leaning back and resting his head in James’ neck.

“Please what?”Evan replied, reaching across to cup James’ dick in one hand over his jeans.

“More~”

James gasped softly as he slowly started to grind against Evan’s hand.

“Oh shit…”James moaned.

“Tell me when to stop?”Evan asked, smirking.

“Don’t. Fuck.”

Evan unbuttoned and unzipped James’ uniform pants. “Since you’re so worried about ruining them.”

James gasped as Evan’s hand got closer, only a thin layer of fabric between the boy’s palm and his dick. In moments, the three of them were moaning and finishing, covering the blankets and each others’ laps. Though they weren't paying attention, Barty had been standing in the doorway for at least a few minutes, watching silently, his wand leveled at the back of James’ head.