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willyoubemycherryy · 3 days ago

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Round & Round. (Bo Chow x Reader)

Summary: When sneaking around leads to something more… Why is sex always better with someone you aren’t supposed to be with?

Contains: MODERNAU!, age gap relationship, ur 22 and if not act like it, flirting, established relationship, kissing, smutty, light for3play, making out, cursing, ur insanely gorgeous, like birds falling out the sky to be near you type fine, Bo still has a country accent, hair pulling, secret dating, allusions to nighttime Funtime, petnames, he’s also a lil obsessed

A/N- This is part of the best friends dad! college secret dating au which I just now decided was a thing :)

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Bo had a feeling it was going to be something when he saw you running out to his car out from the side of your dorm building’s door way after lights out, in a pretty little black number.

The snug thing wasn’t too tight but the way the fabric fell and molded against your body was a bit too perfect, and it was short too. Smooth pretty cleavage on display. Your hair was down and he could feel himself losing his breath when suddenly you’re sitting in his passenger seat looking at him with those starry eyes and his heart stops.

Since the day he first met you, he’d noticed you always picked and chose your makeup differently. The lashes, blush, gloss, everything was always different or missing entirely and you were pretty either way. But this?

Your big doe eyes look almost sleepy because of the way your lashes were done, blush high on your cheekbones, tinted glossed up lips, white sparkly shit on the inner corners of your eyes making you look almost angelic with your smooth soft legs, re situating yourself in your seat- toes painted his favorite shade of red through your heels. Then he notices your smell and actively has to fight to keep from eating you down. It must have been new because he’d have definitely remembered that smell on you. It was candy sweet, light, and on you? Arousing. The longer he smelled and looked at you, the more he swore you were intentionally trying to drive him crazy.

You on the other hand were trying so hard to hide the victorious smirk at Bo’s “subtle” reaction. You’d planned this all the way to the T but there was a catch: Bo could only get some after the date, no skippies and as you look down, you know that’ll be a bit of an issue. For him.

Wanting to keep up your clueless act, you do what you always do and climb halfway over the console, swinging your leg over his thigh, half sitting in his lap with a breathy ‘hi baby’ as you cup his face- ignoring your dress riding up. Pouting your lips slightly before pecking at his in lingering, syrupy, kisses that only get harder as his strong arms wrap around you. His lips chasing yours.

Letting your mouths fit and slide against each other, they grow slick with your lipgloss, until you pull away with a wet ‘pop’ when he starts suckling on your bottom lip; denying him entrance, you hiss slightly at the sensation, moving up a little on his lap to get a good look at him.

That ends up being a terrible error on your part because he looks about ready to eat you. Bo’s normally brown eyes are almost black, only a bit of the color visible past his blown out pupils, his already pink lips parted as they shine with your shared gloss.

However, if there’s one thing you are it’s a tease so you let his hands wander over your body shamelessly, squeezing and massaging while you eye fuck each other after barely exchanging more than two words.

“Are you gonna take me or did you forget?”

Your words are purposely double sided as you raise an eyebrow, batting your lashes. You know he catches the meaning because you feel his hands tighten around your hips with a low groan.

“Mmhm. Keep playing. You cute now but you and I both know I only need 5 minutes to get you singin’ a real different tune.”

Even though his tone had no actual bite- all amusement, you knew he meant business and it makes you gasp because it usually took a lot more to make him crack even slightly.

Your gasp quickly tapers off into a moan as Bo pulls you into his lap completely, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply before groaning out,

“Fuck. You smell so good. Good enough to goddamn eat and lookin’ just as delicious.” Your body flushes with pure heat as you shiver at the visual his words give you and the throb in your core follows. Without missing a beat, Bo’s grabbing your hips, grinding dazedly up against your wet clothed cunt. A pleasured moan shoots from your chest; both of you breathing heavily and you try not to be too loud since you two were still on campus.

“Yeah? I got it just for you but,” you pause, struggling to get your words out without moaning through to the way his strong hands felt roaming all over you. Still, you push on.

“We have to go, mmm- our date remember? You said we’d go do some dancin’, plus we’re still on college grounds- ah! At least pull off-!” You were cut off as you felt his hand run smoothly up under your dress, right over your pussy as his other hand locks in your hair and pulls. The sting sends shocks through your and you throb. Bo exposes your chest as he starts lapping and sucking wetly at your cleavage. The harsh sucking of his sultry lips on the top of your tits and neck added with his teasing fingers, has you whining and writhing in his lap in record time, lips parting as you cry out his name.

You were getting carried away.

It all just felt so good.

The way he looked at you, how well he treated you, the way you always wanted each other, the way he just looked so good, so effortlessly-all the time. You’ve only been dating for a few months but being together felt so natural and that’s what really did it for you.

And damn was he fine. It really was starting to become almost impossible for you two to separate.

Logically, you knew you had to because the risk was simply too high. Your campus gossip vine was no joke and if Lisa heard and found out you were sneaking around with her dad after being spotted in his lap kissing like he was a second away from laying you across the dashboard and railing your lights out- she’d kill you and send your ashes somewhere else.

You were both adults but it still felt like a betrayal and you knew that if it ever did get out, you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to keep being with him anymore. Just the thought of breaking up made you feel sick. So, you kiss back just as feverishly. Whining when he sucks your tongue into his mouth, lips molding together again. When his fingers get to swirling those delicious little circles into your clit, you force yourself to pull away just enough to press one final kiss against his swollen lips- moving back altogether and putting a hand on his chest to stop him when he tries to follow you.

By the end of it all you’re both panting, your dress has ridden up almost all the way with your wetness soaking through the front of his slacks where you were seated tightly against him. Darkening hickeys are scattered all over your chest; shining with his saliva, and he was no better off. Bo was sweating- so hard he was straining against said pants and his hair was in all kinds of disarray with your lip tint smeared all over his face and jaw.

You both look at the each other’s handiwork, breaking out into almost embarrassed but happy smiles. Bo takes your hands, holding them delicately in his rougher ones- pressing tender kisses on your knuckles. Holding them to his chest and smiling boyishly up at you and you feel your heart swell with affection as you look at him sweetly.

“Y’really do look lovely. I meant ta say so earlier but you have a way of gettin’ to me.” He confesses so earnestly that you might as well be flying on cloud nine.

“Thank you- you’re just as easy on the eyes yourself”, you purr. Kissing him on the chin with a smile.

“You still wanna go? I’ll go wherever you want but you got a lil’ um..”, he points with his finger, “on your neck..and chest…”

He’s so sweet about it you laugh as you slide back into your seat; feeling around until you hold up your clutch with a light ‘ha!’ Leaning over as you meet in a soft kiss.

“It’s okay, I bought stuff for touch ups.”

“Of course y’did.”

You two finally pull off and you turn on the radio as you fix your makeup and cover the marks. Looking over when you’re done, you admire how fine Bo looks when he’s focused.

You were never a subtle girl. He can feel your eyes burning into him and he grins, chuckling lowly under his breath.

“Y’wantin’ somethin’ from me, pretty?”

God, you love it when he talks to you like that.

“Oh I do. But I know you’ll give it to me later. Right baby?”

He grips your thigh, fingers dancing dangerously close to your pussy when he drawls out,

“Mhmm. Y’can get whatever you want f’me.”

You almost break your neck with how fast you turn to face him, jaw slack at the liquid heat suddenly boiling your blood and you need to calm down. Busying yourself, you take a makeup wipe to clean around his mouth and jaw where you got your lip-stain.

“There. Want me to fix your hair back?” He’s quiet for a beat before he answers,

“No, but thank you princess”. You beam at him and nod, enjoying the music before he asks you if you plan on putting the hurt on him too bad tonight.

“Depends…”, you answer vaguely but he’s all too familiar with your brand of dog and pony. Turning your chin with his index finger at the next red light, he turns to whisper against your lips.

“Oh yeah? On what?” He watches you swallow as his own blood starts to rush.

“How fast you tire me out first.”

He smirks.

“Trust, baby…that won’t be a problem.”

#bo chow sinners #sinners movie #sinners 2025 #sinners x reader #sinners smut #sinners #bo chow x reader #bo chow smut #bo chow

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kysstar · 1 day ago

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R U MINE? | JUNG WOOYOUNG

pairing : : jung wooyoung x fem!reader

synopsis : : wooyoung’s always been obsessed with you — but he hides it behind cocky jokes and teasing. when he finds out someone else has been trying to take his place, his playful act crumbles into something a lot more possessive.

genre : : best friends to lovers

warnings : : alcohol, kissing

word count : : 0.6k

[ series masterlist ]

—He’s always been like this. Touchy. Loud. In your space like it’s his own. Wooyoung doesn’t ask to touch you — his arm just ends up slung across your shoulders, his legs tangled with yours on the couch, his fingers threading through your hair when you’re talking to someone else, and he decides he’s bored. He gets away with it because he always has. You let him, mostly because it’s easier than pretending you don’t like the way his attention makes your skin hum.

He’s got a thing for claiming space — your space, specifically. Always in your seat, drinking from your cup, pulling you into his lap when the room’s too full and pretending it’s casual. Everyone assumes you’re together. You’re not. Not technically. But he doesn’t correct them. Neither do you.

And when someone else gets too close — too friendly — he’s right there.

“You good?” he’ll ask, all false innocence, eyes locked on yours while his hand slides around your waist. Sometimes he doesn’t say anything at all — just appears beside you, mouth at your ear, fingers resting on your hip. You’ve never told him to stop. You don’t think you could if you tried.

You’re leaning against the counter, drink in hand, talking to some guy whose name you didn’t bother to catch. He’s tall, kind of charming in that background-noise way, saying something dumb that makes you laugh — not because it’s funny, but because the alcohol’s warm in your chest and it feels good to be entertained.

Then Wooyoung appears.

You don’t see him come in — you feel him, like a storm behind your shoulder. His hand slides around your waist with zero hesitation, pulling you back just enough that your hip bumps into his. The other guy stiffens, clocks the shift immediately. You barely have time to react before Wooyoung leans in.

“Come here,” he mutters, voice low and tight.

He doesn’t wait for your answer. His hand finds your wrist, and suddenly you’re being dragged through the crowd, out of the kitchen and down the hallway like it’s his party, like you came with him. You pull back once you’re out of earshot, shoving him back with your free hand.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you snap.

Wooyoung doesn’t answer right away. He’s staring at you like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Like he’s two seconds away from either kissing you or breaking something.

“You looked real cozy back there,” he says, words sharp, bitter.

Your eyes narrow. “So?”

“So?” He laughs once, humorless. “You don’t get to look at him like that.”

You cross your arms, heart thudding. “Why do you care?”

“Because I do!” he shouts, stepping closer, breath hot. “Because I fucking care, and I’ve been pretending I don’t, trying to be cool, trying to play it like it’s just fun and games and parties and whatever — but it’s not. Not to me.”

He’s pacing again, frantic. “Every time I see you with someone else, I feel like I’m losing it. I don’t want to just hook up with you. I don’t want to share you. I want you to be mine. I want—”

You don’t wait. You lunge forward, fist in his shirt, and crush your mouth to his mid-sentence.

He groans into it, like he’s been holding it in for weeks, hands flying to your waist like muscle memory. You back him into the wall, both of you breathing hard between kisses, teeth clashing, your fingers twisted in his hair like this is the only way you’ll both shut up.

When you finally break the kiss, chests heaving, foreheads pressed together, he’s smiling. That smirk — lazy, infuriating, too confident for someone who just poured his guts out.

“So…” he says, cocking a brow. “Are you mine?”

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hhoneylemon · 3 days ago

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“i have so much to tell you”

mark grayson x gn!reader

summary: mark’s just gotten his powers and is excited to test them out. while flying in the middle of the night, he remembers someone who would enjoy this just as much as him.

based on this post by @wordsofwhimsy

mark stands in the kitchen of burger mart, smiling to himself as he flips burgers on the little grill.

his shift was mostly uneventful, giving him time to think. he’d have to finish his english work when he got home. speaking of english—why did he have homework again? the assignment was so short.

his nose scrunches as he tries to remember, though it doesn’t take him long. you had made a joke about one of the characters in the book you were reading in class, causing the both of you to become sidetracked for the rest of the period. you’d read five pages in the entire class period and managed to answer one of the comprehension questions before mark made some corny joke that made you laugh.

oh, that laugh of yours. mark smiled to himself, setting the spatula to the side. he even lets out a dreamy sigh that has his coworker side eye him from the drive thru window.

mark stands up straighter at that, focusing on flipping patties once more. he decides he never wants to look that coworker in the eye again. he’s pretty sure that girl is in his calculus class, too.

a few minutes later, the manager appears in the back room to survey how mark and his coworkers are doing. the man lets out a grunt as he notices the dwindling of customers. it’s getting late, the sky already black and dotted with stars.

“grayson. take the trash to the dumpsters.”

“yes sir.”

mark gathers the trash, collecting the bags and tying the tops off to carry them easier. he resorts to dragging them, remembering the time his coworker—a poor starter named kyle who quit that next night—tried carrying them to the dumpsters and the bags burst on him.

he groans as he throws open the dumpster lid, huffing as it closes and he has to reopen it. he slings one bag inside, grunting as he swings it over the lip of the dumpster. he then reaches for the second bag, throwing this one with much less care. it goes flying into the night sky, far higher, faster, and farther than should be possible.

mark adjusts his burger mart hat, grinning to himself.

“it’s about time.”

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after dinner with his parents and a shower to wash away the grease of his job, mark lies in his bed. he’s trying to fall asleep, but it’s rather hard after night that he’s had.

he’s been waiting his whole life to become like his dad. with the promise of being trained the next day, he wants to fall asleep as quickly as possible to be able to get those lessons. alas, his brain simply won’t let him rest. he rolls over multiple times, sheds his sleep shirt, lies still for a few minutes. nothing.

rolling onto his side, mark grabs his phone from his bedside table. he checks the time. 12:16.

he sighs and sits up, legs tangled with his bedsheets. he can’t take this any longer. he spends a few seconds untangling himself from the sheets before making his way to the window. he climbs out and stands on the roof, marching his way to the ledge.

he looks down at his yard, then to the sky. a slow, shaky breath escapes him. if he’s like his dad, he can fly. all of his powers would develop at the same time, right? even if he can’t fly, maybe he’s invulnerable and it won’t even hurt if he falls into his backyard.

he paces between his window and the ledge a few times before sighing and making his decision. oh well, right?

mark walks back to his window once more before turning and sprinting to the ledge. his eyes squeeze shut as his feet no longer touch down on a safe surface and—nothing. he slowly opens his eyes.

he’s floating.

he grins, whooping hysterically as he shoots into the sky. he’s so glad that he didn’t kill himself, or break a bone at the best. that’s not even the best, honestly, how humiliating. he can imagine going to school with a broken arm, everyone asking what happened. ‘oh yeah, i jumped off my roof!’ he’d sound like a psychopath.

mark flies shakily, almost falling a few times. he keeps changing his stance, trying to find something truly comfortable. nothing sticks out just yet. just as he considers flying through chicago, a thought strikes him.

do you know who would enjoy this? do you know who should get to experience this with him?

he flies a few miles, the wind mussing up his hair and biting at his cheeks. he’s laughing to himself as he spins midair, regretting it almost immediately when he catches a mouthful of air, drying out his mouth. he frowns the rest of his way to his destination, terrified of more mouth assaulting his mouth. it’s bad enough the wind is stinging his eyes and making it harder for him to see where he’s going.

he finally arrives at where he was trying to go. he stops midair outside of a house, lowering himself to find the correct window. he raps his knuckles against the glass, fighting away a smile.

moments later, you’re there, opening the curtains. your eyebrows furrow when you see him, even mouthing something in confusion. you unlock the window and slide it open, leaning out just enough to look at him face to face.

“mark? it’s after midnight, what are you doing here?”

you don’t get a response. instead, you get hands grasping at your underarms and pulling you through the window. next thing you know, wind is screaming past your ears as mark zips into the sky with you in his arms.

once he deems the two of you at a height great enough, he floats himself into a sitting position. he settles you on top of him, your legs bracketing his torso as he wraps his arms around your waist to keep you tight and safe against him. it’s technically not ‘safe’ since he has such little flying experience, but it’s more safe than if he kept carrying you by the underarms.

laughter bubbles out of you as mark flies the two of you around like that, staying above the skyscrapers of chicago to keep the two of you out of harm. the sound escaping you causes mark’s heart rate to increase in speed, his eyes widening slightly.

he realizes he could do this forever. you above him and in his arms while he flies around to his hearts content. those pretty brown eyes observe you, the moon illuminating all of the complimenting features of your body and making it seem like you’re glowing.

technically, this isn’t right. what if there was a plane and the two of you got hit before he could move? what if some villain shows up and thinks you’re heroes and tries to kill the both of you? what if he nesses up and drops you?

when you pull back to look up him, flashing that beautiful smile, he decides he doesn’t care about the dangers. he could live in the moment forever and he’d be content. as long as it’s you by his side, he’ll make all of the wrong decisions without looking back.

his brain shuts off when your eyes twinkle under the moonlight, crinkling up at the sides as a breathy laugh escapes you. he had dropped a few feet without realizing, the feeling of your stomach dropping making you laugh. without thinking, he leans in and captures your lips in his. one arm stays steady around your waist, the other loosening so that his hand can trail up your spine and cup the back of your neck.

when you kiss back, mark feels every burden he’s ever had lift off of his shoulders. he’s lighter than a feather. he’s lighter than air, even.

this is it, he decides. this is where he can die. in your arms, kissing underneath a million stars. scratch that, how could he die? he can’t do that to you. he’ll find a way to become immortal so that he can do this as many times as there are stars in the sky.

you pull away, catching your breath. mark grins, leaning his forehead against yours. you smile, though there’s obvious confusion in your gaze.

“how?”

you gesture to the sky. that’s fair. he couldn’t imagine what it was like on your end, all of the confusion and awe. he just offers a breathy laugh that’s filled with admiration, his eyes twinkling as his fingers play with the hair at the nape of your neck.

“i have so much to tell you.”

i love writing mark fluff <3 he’s just such a little loser. there are a few thoughts about him i wanna write but i struggle with a little, yknow? i think he has his own kind of confidence, i tried incorporating that into this but 🤷 i hope you percept it. this was 1.4k words :)

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#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #mark grayson #invincible #gn reader #male reader #fem reader #fluff

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dantes-jacket · 22 hours ago

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Our little family

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: my friend @moon-cakiie and I were talking about how Nero sees you and Dante as his parents. So here are some headcannons about it <3

• Nero views you and Dante as his parents over Vergil

• You two have always been there for him and supported him no matter what

• While Dante always picks on him and goofs around, you’re always Nero’s biggest cheerleader

• Fair warning you will have to break up sparring sessions that turn into actual fights because these two are ALWAYS trying to one up one another

• Meal time is some of the best memories you three will have together, everything is finally peaceful and calm so you three can enjoy one another’s presence

• You think Dante is protective over you? Nero takes it to ANOTHER LEVEL. To the point where Dante even is like “I’m not this bad right?” Or “Dude let her breathe and do whatever task she needs to do” Nero is ALWAYS looking after his mom

• But Dante is protective over both of you, he’d rather die than have one of you get hurt or even die

• If you and Dante are arguing or in a disagreement sometimes you’ll say “This is why Nero is my favorite Sparda”

• DANTE WILL BE SOOOO OFFENDED AT THIS

• He will do everything in his power to take that title back (he’s sulking and following you around like a lost puppy)

• He’ll give Nero the NASTIEST stink eye

• Nero just laughs and thinks it’s funny

• But if Dante pisses him off when you two are fighting OH MAN HE USES IT TO HIS ADVANTAGE

• Nero = king of blackmail

• Dante will say or do something and Nero runs right to you and says “Dante is being mean!”

• And you scold Dante like he is your own child

• Dante is shocked so really makes sure to not piss either of you off when this situation pops up

• When both of them are gone off on missions they already count down the days until they can see you again

• They try to do the job faster so they can back home

• When they do come back home they always stop and get you flowers or some kind of mini gift

• All they wanna do is express their gratitude to you and make you happy again because they know you were sad while they were gone

• HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS

• You three are always hugging

• Normally you’re hugging them before they leave and when they come back home, but if there’s ever an emotional moment with Nero you’ll hug him. Even Dante will

• Dante promises to always watch over him and have his back no matter what the future holds for the both of them

• Also you fuss over them all the time especially after missions

• They’ll always be like “I’m fine”, “you don’t have to” BUT NEVER PUSH YOU AWAYYYYY

• Dante doesn’t because it reminds him of his mom and how gentle she was when he was a kid

• Nero doesn’t because it’s the first time someone is physically showing worry and care about him, he doesn’t have the heart to push you away because deep down he enjoys the attention

• Game nights are a frequent in this household

• It gets heated fast and normally turns into a fight between Dante and Nero

• They’ll start throwing stuff at one another and wrestle one another

• But they immediately stop when you raise your voice then they immediately apologize and clean up the mess

• So if they are in a ban from game nights because of how they destroyed the place, it’s movie

• Most movies Nero accidentally guesses the plot twist in the movie, he’ll deadass just joke and say “oh the husband isn’t the killer it’s definitely the training police officer, he was definitely having an affair with the dead wife”

• AND HE GETS IT RIGHT

• You and Dante are like how???

• Nero apologizes and says he won’t do it again but it always happens now

• These two are also chronic workers

• They’ll stay up most of the night and fall asleep in the office

• But you’ll always throw a blanket on them and give each of them a little forehead kiss

• Actions are a big thing with the Sparda boys but they love words of encouragement from you

• But they always try to reciprocate your words but they aren’t the best with words BUT THEY’LL ALWAYS TRY FOR YOU

• You’re all just one happy and loving family who also happens to be dysfunctional but you three wouldn’t trade it for the world

#dante x reader #dante sparda x reader

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bluewxrld07 · 16 hours ago

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I'm The Problem (Luke Hughes)

Summary: Luke isn't the happiest camper post his shoulder surgery, and he feels at a loss at the fact he needs help doing almost everything. His best friend Y/N has been there every step of the way, but takes a step back after Luke get overstimulated

Warning(s): angst, yelling/cursing, crying, lack of self-worth

"For fucks sake."

Luke was annoyed to say the absolute least.

After getting an injury towards the end of the season, especially during playoffs, he felt like he let down the team at the one time where it counted most.

The surgery went smooth and well, it was the recovery that was taking a toll on him. He was a someone who liked the faster healing process rather than sitting on being patient. Only in certain cases that is, which this one happens to be part of.

He always looked forward to the summertime because he got to see his friends back home, stay at the lakehouse, golf and skate freely without the pressure on him.

Now he could barely do any of that without his injury causing some sort of issue. Don't even get him started on the sling. He hated that thing with a burning passion.

Y/N though, was there to help pick him back up when he needed it most.

She managed to take time off of work for a couple weeks during the week of his surgery to help him, especially since Jack was still in recovery from his own.

Luke didn't think he'd be able to get through anything without her around, she was an angel in disguise for him post surgery.

That was at first.

The more and more Luke figured out he couldn't do while in Michigan, the more frustrated and overwhelmed he began to feel. He couldn't swing a golf club, put on clothes properly, wash his hair, drive a car (or boat for that matter). It was beginning to piss him off as time went on.

Y/N would cut in to help him whenever she could see the annoyance reaching his eyes.

The time he was trying to open one of his meal prep containers, tongue sticking out as he grumbled at it not opening.

So Y/N walked over and softly grabbed it from his hands. "I got it, it's okay." she assures him with a soft smile, opening it with a pop and handing it back to him.

"Thank you pretty girl," he chuckles dryly.

Luke first started off mumbling out 'thank you's and now he barely said a thing when she'd cut in. He would either scoff or stomp away like a toddler.

Y/N understood how helpless Luke felt, as having a knee surgery a few years back that caused her to be bedridden for a month or two. it was hard to see everyone doing stuff for you around you when all you wanted to do was accomplish it on your own.

What Luke didn't know was how exhausted Y/N was. Not mentally, but physically. She was up every night the week post his surgery, making sure to switch out his ice packs, bandages, meds, you name it.

She only got a couple hours of sleep realistically each night during that time. She would never complain about it, because she wanted to make the process easy on Luke.

It was now the summertime in which meant she was done with college for the time being until fall, so she was also joining the boys at the lakehouse as per tradition. Not only to make sure Luke had the help he needed, but to also see her other favorite friends she hadn't seen in a bit as they were all traveling for work too.

It was another early morning in the Hughes lakehouse, she was just returning from her workout session and grocery shopping when she could hear the quiet commotion of some of the boys awake in the kitchen.

She smiles warmly as she sets down both arms that are full of grocery bags, nicely onto the counter. Dylan Duke, Cole and Quinn were all awake and made their ways over to the girl to help unpack everything.

"You're all awake earlier than usual." she jokes, opening a bottle of water.

"We decided to run this morning, and we were the only ones who actually got up at our alarms to go." Cole mentions, making her chuckle lightly.

"Should've came and joined my class today. Totally would've made you sweat your asses off, but totally worth how you feel afterwards." She says after she swallows a sip of her drink.

Quinn gives her a look, and points at her. "Absolutely not, I've seen how scary Hot Pilates can be." he denies as he puts groceries away.

"Oh come on it isn't that bad. You gotta try it before you hate on it!" she argues, Dylan laughing at her statement.

"We choose life sweetheart," Cole laughs. "Besides us men can't be seen dying in a class like that. Let's be real." Dylan adds. Y/N rolls her eyes playfully.

"Besides," Quinn buds in. "Luke was about to go insane if he didn't get out of this house somehow and do something more productive."

Y/N raises her brow. "He went running too?"

The boys nodded. "How'd he feel after that?" she says, going to sit at one of the barstools and crossing one leg over the other.

Quinn puts a hand over his neck and slides it across as if to signal not to ask. She purses her lips. "That bad huh?"

Dylan sighs. "He ended up stopping halfway through and walking the rest of the way because the motion kept killing his shoulder. He was red in the face by the time he got back to the house, and it wasn't just from how warm it is outside."

Y/N rubs a hand over her face. "Did he take any of his painkillers? I left them on his nightstand this morning before I left."

Dylan shrugs his shoulders. "No idea. He was too crabby to talk to, so I have no idea."

"You know I'm not deaf right?" Luke's voice booms into the kitchen, his back turned towards them all as he goes to sit on the couch.

He was dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a plain navy blue t-shirt, his sling over his body and hair still slightly damp from his shower.

Y/N looks at the boys, trying to hide her amused smile as they are. They decide to keep putting stuff away for Y/N while she looks back at Luke who is hunched over and tense.

She hops off the chair and makes her way towards him and rounds the couch to sit next to the blond boy.

He is staring forward, knee bouncing as if he is contemplating in his head.

"How're you feeling Lu?" she asks cautiously.

Luke just grimaces. "Sore." Is all he responds with.

"Did you take some of your meds?"

"Yeah I did when I got back."

"Why didn't you take them before?"

Luke just lets out a loud huff and rolls his eyes, standing up his spot and walking into the kitchen to join the boys conversation.

Y/N frowns at his mood change, knowing no matter how frustrated he got, he never shut her down like that. Instead of bombarding him she ignores it and stands up herself.

"I'm gonna go shower, and then what is the plan today?" she asks.

Cole scratches his head. "Uhhh I think we're going to do the boat for like an hour or two, and then Jack was saying we should hit up this new juice place. He said it's similar to Jamba Juice or something, but it's like the protein juice things."

She gives a thumbs up before walking away towards Luke's room to grab a change of clothes before heading to shower.

Once she finishes and she's dressed, she heads back down the stairs to now see everyone was awake and music was softly playing in the background as they all conversed.

Jack saw her and smiled before pulling her in for a bear hug. "Goodmorning sunshine."

"More like good afternoon now sir." she chuckles, and Jack rolls his eyes as he looks down at her when they break apart. "Hey I forgot I told them I would join this morning, I like my sleep."

"Oh I know. I said you guys should've just joined my workout class this morning."

Jack snorts. "Absolutely not, I choose life my dear Y/N."

"That's what I told her!" Dylan points out, mouthful of food.

"You're a bunch of wimps." she laughs as she goes to grab the cooler off of Quinn's hands.

"Let's get this show on the road now shall we? We're wasting daylight!" she says before heading towards the sliding door.

They all began to slowly follow behind the girl, her letting them all pass to make sure the door was shut before they left. Luke was the last to leave, his face still a bit more droopy. His eyes caught hers, and she gave him a soft, warm smile. "You ready to go?" she says.

"I'm here aren't I?" he says with an annoyed tone, making her smile fall slightly but she tries to hide it and just nods.

"I brought some of your stuff just incase you start to hurt while we're out there." she says, and he just nods.

"You feeling okay Luke?" she finally asks as they walk side by side.

"Yes I'm fine, stop asking." he says in a short tone, earning a frown from Y/N.

"Watch the tone I'm only asking because I care." she shoots back, and watches his face fall slightly.

"Sorry. I'm sorry you're right. I'm just really sore today." he says with a sigh, and she nods. "That's okay. It's normal. I get it." is all she answers with a tight smile.

The rest of the way onto the boat is quiet between them both, Luke deciding to catch up to Duke and talk with him as they got onto the boat.

Jack helped grab the cooler and Y/N's wrist to help her onto the boat, the girl smiling thankfully at him as she stepped onto the wobbly platform.

She went to go sit across from Luke instead of next to him like she usually would, just to give him a bit of space as she's noticed his mood has been a bit more negative with her.

Luke doesn't say anything as he sees her sit across from him, only eyeing her as he talks to Duke who sits on one side of him. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before looking away and starts to talk with Cole and Trevor, Quinn being the designated driver for the day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ouch Trevor! Move your fat ass over!" Y/N laughs out, pushing the boy over to his side of the booth, rolling her eyes as he playfully dramatized her actions with a fake pout.

The other boys get back with everyone's drinks, Y/N thanking Quinn as he handed her what she ordered before she takes a sip.

The group all converses amongst one another, discussing the plans for the summer and all the concerts they have all planned while sipping and munching on food and drinks.

"So Y/N you gonna have any dates while you're out here this summer?" Cole teases, earning a look from her with an amused smile.

"Yeah absolutely not. Remember how that went last summer?"

"Which one? The one that stood you up and said his fish died, or the one that ordered for you?" he jokes.

"Both actually," she chuckles while sipping on her drink.

"Yeah I remember when you texted the chat saying how the dumbass had been already sitting at a table with food ordered by the time you got there."

"Wait what? He already had it ordered?" Jack snorts.

She nods with a laugh. "Oh yeah. Basically gave me the house salad that comes with his order. So didn't even order me something for myself." she says, the guys all laughing.

Luke rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he remembers that day. She felt so annoyed and so pissed off, and she was starving after that ended.

"Never again. If I go on a date at all this summer, it's because it's with the guy I'd actually want to go on one with." she admits, making the boys all snap their heads to her.

"Wait," Trevor says, mouthful of chips. "There actually is a guy you have your eyes on??" he questions, and she nods with a raised brow.

"Who?" Duke pries, and she shrugs her shoulders while stirring her drink.

Her eyes scan the group, Jack giving her a knowing look and she just averts his gaze. "Oh come on you've gotta give us something." Cole groans, and she shakes her head.

"Nope not this year."

"Why not?"

"Because everytime I tell you guys, I feel like I jinx it because then they ghost me right after!"

"I doubt this one would." Quinn hums out, making her snap her head towards him and his shrugs.

"What? It's true!"

"Quinn knows?! Why does Quinn know?" Trevor whines.

"She didn't tell me, I just figured it out." he laughs, and she points at him with a nod.

"He's right."

"Well then now you have to tell us." Trevor begs, and she shakes her head with a laugh.

"What does Golfing look like this week?" she says to change the subject. The guys easily grab onto the bait and start discussing what they had in mind, her eyes drifting towards Luke who sat in the corner of the booth.

He was in his own world, gnawing on his straw as he tries to listen to the group converse. She can tell he is in his own mind.

She lightly nudges his leg underneath the table, causing him to snap out of his daze and look over at her. "You feeling alright?" she asks a little bit more on the quiet side, not to disturb the group of boys in front of them.

He rolls his eyes. "Y/N when are you going to stop asking me that? It's really not necessary." His gaze going back to the boys.

"You just seem off, and I want to make sure you're okay. Or that if your shoulder is bugging you-"

"I'm not a pussy I can handle the soreness and pain that comes with my injury, alright? Knock it off." he snaps quietly, his eyes burning over towards hers.

She looks at him in disbelief, stunned at the words that just came out of his mouth.

"Fuck me I guess." she mumbles back before deciding to ignore his energy, ignoring the look he throws her way after she says that, indulging in the new topic the boys were now caught into.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

Once they had arrived home from the juice place, Y/N was at a breaking point.

After how Luke had treated her throughout the day, she began to realize something was seriously wrong with him. She couldn't figure out what it was.

She knew he had been frustrated about his injury in general, but she didn't know why it was getting worse whenever she came around.

The boys all went to sit down in the livingroom as the rain started to slowly come down. The soft patters being heard on the rooftop of the house.

They turned on some country music while connecting the PS5 to the giant TV screen. Y/N had gone into the kitchen to go and grab herself something to eat and something to drink, setting it onto the kitchen island as she also went and prepped Luke's meds he was supposed to take every evening like clockwork.

The glass of water fills up and she tries to hide the shaking in her hands, both from exhaustion and anxiety because of what's going on with Luke.

She shook the tension away that was forming between them, and put on a fake facade while walking over to the boys.

"You going to come and join us for a round?" Cole asks, motioning towards the video games on the screen.

She smiles and nods. "Yes I will. Just give me a few minutes."

Y/N walks towards the other big couch where Luke was sitting with Duke and Jack, softly putting her hand on his good shoulder. He whipped his head towards her before rolling his eyes.

"Hey I have your meds, and I grabbed you a water to help get them down-"

"I don't need it."

"Luke you know you're supposed to take these or you can't sleep." she pries with a frown.

He huffs and decides to ignore her, starting to talk to Duke and Jack again. The boys give her a reassuring look before looking back at Luke.

"Luke, take them. You know how you get without them. If you take them later you're going to get sick." she tries again soft but stern.

Luke still doesn't acknowledge her, so she lets out a huff.

"Luke I swear if you don't take these-"

"Oh my fucking fuck Y/N just stop! I said No!"

"Luke I know you don't want to, but your surgeon says you need-"

"I don't give a fuck! I am sick of taking those and I am sick of you breathing down my neck and forcing those down my throat. Seriously knock it the fuck off!" he snaps, making the room quiet and look at the pair.

His eyes are now staring up at hers with a sharp glare, hers frowning down at him in confusion.

"Luke what the fuck is your issue? I'm just trying to help you-"

"Well fucking stop helping! I don't need your help, or you! You're insufferable! You breathe down my neck at every single moment of every single fucking day and it's annoying. You're like a clingy girlfriend who won't hop off my dick. Seriously stop, just stop!" he yells out, and begins to stand up.

Only when he stands up, his good shoulder hits her hands that were frozen in place with the glass and pills. Before she can react, the glass and pills spill from her hands and crash onto the hardwood floor, glass shattering everywhere.

It was so silent that you could've heard a pin drop. Y/N is frozen as she looks at the mess on the ground, hands shaking as her anxiety increases, hands frozen in their spot where she was once holding things.

She could feel the tears forming, lip quivering.

"Y/N" Jack's voice perks up slowly.

"Y/N are you okay?" Jack asks slowly once again. She snaps out of her daze, and sniffles putting on a fake smile.

She nods quickly and her arms fall to their sides.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I'm good. I uh I'm just going to clean this up and head to bed." she says before walking quickly to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies.

Jack is the first to stand up and follow behind her to the closet.

She's letting out a few huffs and sniffles when he sees her, shakily grabbing the broom and dust pan. Jack grabs them from her hands and says her name softly to have her look up at him.

"I got it. It's okay." he says to her in an assuring tone.

She looks into his eyes for a second, Jack seeing the heartbreak hitting her eyes as tears fall freely.

"I got the mess. Okay?" he says one more time, and she wipes her eyes.

"Okay." she sighs before leaving the room quickly and rushing up the stairs.

When Jack emerges from the closet and over towards the mess on the ground, his eyes glared over at Luke who was still standing and facing where Y/N once stood.

"You're a fucking asshole, Luke." he growls out. Luke sighs and lets his head fall.

"That was a dick move. Real dick move bro, she's been there for you the most out of anybody." Duke adds in, Luke running his hands through his hair.

"Well she hasn't left me alone for one fucking minute! I was losing my mind okay? This recovery has fucking sucked." he sputter out, sitting back down and putting his face into one hand.

"Do you know how much shit she has done for you? She didn't sleep a wink when she was one jersey during your first week post surgery." Jack admits.

"What do you mean?" Luke says.

"She stayed up a majority of every night in case you woke up in pain, or in case you needed something other than your doses of your meds. She was the one who would fill the kitchen with your favorite snacks. Your favorite drinks. She was the one who has dropped everything to take you to PT and your surgical follow ups. She hasn't slept since your surgery, because she wants to make sure this recovery is as easy as it can be for you!" Jack bursts, red in the face.

Luke sighs. "Fuck." he winces.

"Dude if you weren't injured right now I'd fucking smack you silly." Quinn scoffs.

"I don't care if you're injured, I'm still debating on doing it." Jack says.

Luke felt like shit. It was all hitting him now.

The times he caught her already awake at five in the morning. The tired red eyes she would have, bags very prominent underneath. The little naps she would take on his lap during the day. Her forgetting to eat because she was so caught up on preparing his food. Missing nights out with her girlfriends to be there for his appointments and PT.

Now he knows he has fucked up in the past, but he really fucked up in this moment. He fucked up terribly.

"I'd be so surprised if you're able to fix this one. You really hurt her, Luke." Jack says, a tired tone being heard in his voice.

"I really fucking hurt her. Fuck I fucked up bad." he groans out, feeling his face get hot and eyes gloss over.

All of their ears perked up when they hear the front door shut, Jack's eyes darting back over to Luke with a scowl as his own face had a fearful look going.

Silence follows as the boys watch Jack drop the supplies in his hands and scurry towards the entryway and open the door.

The door slams shut and Jack comes stomping back.

He points at Luke. "I'm gonna beat your ass." he snaps walking over towards his brother, Cole and Trevor walking towards him and pull him back. Luke stands up.

"What? Why? What happened?"

"She's gone."

Luke's eyes widen, soon rounding the couch and running up the stairs and towards his room.

He slams the door open on turns on the light, frowning when he sees her stuff is still on her side of his bed still in the messy clean form it was in this morning.

He rushes down the stairs. "Her stuff is still here." he says.

Jack is running his hand through his hair while the other is sitting on his hip.

"You better go find her. You better fucking find her, or hope she fucking comes back in one piece. If not, it's your head that will be on a stick by morning."

Luke glares at Jack at his sudden protectiveness over Y/N. "Since when do you get so protective over her? What's your fucking deal?"

"Because that girl is one you shouldn't treat like shit or throw away! She's one that you keep around forever, Luke. That girl is so fucking in love with you and you fucking blew it!" Jack says, his voice raising with every word he says.

Luke freezes.

"Wait, what?"

Jack bites his lip. "Fuck," he hisses. "I wasn't supposed to say that."

"Since when? How long have you known this?" Luke says, his anger now rising.

"No you don't get to fucking be the one who is pissed off! You don't get to act like that!" Quinn buds in.

Luke glares at his older brother. "You knew too? Are you fucking joking? Why-"

"Alright fucking enough! This isn't what we should be fighting about, what we should be doing is figuring out how the fuck Luke is going to fix things with Y/N." Trevor bursts out, making everyone turn over to him in shock.

Trevor throws his hands up in the air. "Yeah I know. Trevor of all people saying you guys need to calm the fuck down, but seriously I'm the only one that is also willing to see that we have a bigger issue to fix right now."

"Luke you need to figure out what you're going to say and do to fix this," Trevor instructs while pointing at him. He then points at the other boys. "You guys can sort your shit out afterwards. Y/N comes first right now."

Luke huffs, knowing he really had to sort his shit out. He royally fucked up badly, and this was the girl he cared about more than anyone else who existed in his life.

Jack was right. She was a forever girl.

He just hoped that she would still be there after all of this.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Y/N arrived home, it was late. WayI late.

She knew it was way late when all of the boys were sleeping, and the lights were all off inside the house. The outdoor porch light glowing a dark orange as she approached the front door.

Sniffles left her lips as she tried to stay as quiet as she could while opening the door, silently closing and locking it behind her.

The girl kicks her shoes off and lines them up at the door with all the other pairs of shoes there, setting her keys on the group key hanger before padding into the kitchen.

She turns on the dimmer lighting, hoping to not let it be too bright to wake any of the boys whom were sleeping on the main floor bedrooms.

When she opened the fridge she saw her leftovers that she was going to eat earlier that night sitting right in the smack-dab front, a note adorning the top of the lid.

Made sure nobody touched it. I hope you're home safely

-Quinn

She sighs before placing the note on the counter, opening up the container and grabbing a fork as she decides to just eat it cold to not worry about waking up anyone in the house.

Y/N brings the bowl over to one of the living room couches and eats in absolute silence, her mind running in circles as it has been all night. She thought maybe going for a drive and then stopping at the beachfront of the lake next to theirs would be a way to somewhat clear her mind a bit.

As she sat there alone with her thoughts once more, she couldn't help but break down into more tears.

Her container falls onto the coffee table as she lets the tears fall freely, putting her head into her hands as she lays herself on her side. Her chest feeling heavy as her heart breaks over again.

She couldn't believe Luke had really said those things. Really thought that about her especially.

Was she really that clingy? That much of a nuisance to Luke? Was she just causing more harm than good to him right now? Should she just leave the lakehouse in the morning was the real question.

She didn't know what to do.

Tears kept falling freely as she lay there on the couch, curled into a ball, rubbing her arms up and down.

Her eyes suddenly started to feel heavier, her sobs turning into soft hiccups, tears drying on her face that was red, splotchy and puffy. She let her eyes slowly close, her mind trying to be silenced by sleep.

Which slowly does take over.

Y/N soon is fast asleep on the couch, no blanket or pillow covering her as she was too caught up in her mind to notice.

Little did she realize that her container falling onto the table caused a loud enough noise for the oldest Hughes brother to stun awake and head out to the kitchen to see what was happening.

He squints around, then does s double take when he sees a small form curled up on the couch while little hiccups left their mouth. He walks over, his heart clenching as he sees Y/N shaking from crying so much while being fast asleep.

He grabs her bowl and puts the rest back into the fridge for her tomorrow, then walking back over to the girl and picking her up slowly to not disturb the much needed slumber she needs.

Quinn looks down at her, seeing how torn her face looked even in her sleep. If thoughts could kill in that moment, he was sure Luke would be dead in an instant.

Once he is back into his room, he quietly shuts the door and brings her over to lay in his bed. He sets her down softly and cover her up with his comforter, kissing her head softly. "I'm so sorry he did this to you." he whispers out, knowing she couldn't hear him.

He sighs before standing up and walking over to his side of the bed and getting in. Once his light is turned off he is laying on his side and keeps his distance from Y/N so she has her space, before he himself slowly falls back into a deep slumber.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Her car is here so she had to come back. There is no way she would just disappear." Luke says as he paces around. "She didn't come sleep in my room last night."

"Well I wouldn't blame her is she decided to sleep somewhere else too. I wouldn't want to be near you either after being told all of that." Duke says, earning a look from Luke. His friend put his hands up in defense.

Jack, Cole and Trevor were all out that morning picking up some of Y/N favorites in opes that they could try to make her feel a bit better, while Luke was conjuring up what he was going to do and say to Y/N to at least get on a path towards fixing things between them both.

"Where would she have gone? She hates sleeping in other beds. She says they're not as comfortable, and I'm the only one in the house that has a fan. Because she can't sleep without one." Luke bombards, biting his nails.

"Well I think after how much she cried out last night, her body will be out for quite some time with no fan or your bed needed." Quinn's voice perks up, the boys waltzing into the kitchen with a yawn.

Luke stops pacing and looks at Quinn.

"What do you mean? Where is she? Is she safe?"

Quinn shushes his brother with a look and a hand motion to shut him up.

"Yes she is fine. She's asleep in my room-"

"What the fuck-"

"No don't start that shit. She wouldn't be in there in the first place if you didn't act like a bitch and go off on her like you did last night." Quinn chirps before Luke can say another word. "So yeah she is sleeping in my room. I woke up because I heard her come home, she passed out from crying so much on the couch, so I carried her to sleep in my room. You need to get over yourself if you're going to even have a chance at fixing the mess you made." Quinn admits.

Luke knows he is right. Quinn might've been the more quiet and reserved one out of the three brothers, but when he was mad or driven about something, people listened because he wasn't bullshitting in any way.

Luke decided to keep his mouth shut and put his good hand on his hip.

"So what do I do? Where do I start?" he asks, and Quinn shuts the fridge to turn to his brother.

"You need to apologize. Really apologize, hear her out, and be fucking honest." Quinn instructs. "You want a chance at being with the one girl I know you're just as obsessed with as she is with you, then you need to lay every fucking thing out. Don't bullshit any of it, Luke." Quinn explains, letting his little brother take in his words.

"But for now, you need to let her sleep. She looked so exhausted. Let her sleep and take her time. Don't immediately jump her throat when she so much as walks out here." He finishes before disappearing from the kitchen to go outside.

Duke looks at Luke and nods. "I think he's right. He said it better than I could've."

So that's what Luke did.

He left to go golfing with the boys. He left to go out on the boat. He left to go into town for lunch. He gave her space. He didn't want to do what Quinn said would make her feel pressured. He kept his distance.

Throughout that day, he slowly started to realize just how much her presence was meant for their group. Meant for him. He never realized how important she became for him especially with all of his post surgery things. She did keep him in check for good reasons.

He was stressed out every time he forgot to take his meds. Or when he forgot to do his PT exercises. Or when he especially forgot to switch out his ice packs.

She really did make it an easier process for him. Every single thing she was doing wasn't to be a pain in his ass or cling onto him, it was to make it easier on him.

He groans at the thought, knowing he really wished he could've just shut his trap the night before, but of course his pain and soreness and helplessness made him lash out on the one person who made this whole thing so much simpler for him.

The boys all sat around the fire pit later that night, music playing softly while they all sat amongst one another and talked. The sun was nearly gone, crickets and frogs being heard around the lake as well as a few loons.

The talking simmered when the group heard the sliding door slowly opening, they all snapped their heads over to see the familiar girl's face appear.

She looked like she was fresh out of the shower, her hair damp and face free of makeup as she shut the door behind her.

She was wearing a pair of gray sweats and a UMich Hockey sweatshirt, one that looked like it might've been Luke's that she took a while ago.

Her hands were hiding in the big sleeves of the sweater as she walked down to join them, some of the boys letting frowns form on their faces as they see her face still puffy from the night before.

They all snap out of their frowns when her eyes rise up to look at them with the fakest smile Luke had ever seen on her.

"There's my favorite girl." Jack is the first to speak up warmly, wrapping her up in his arms as she went and sat down. All the other boys warmly greeted and cheered when she sat down, Y/N smiling at them as she took a deep breath.

"I made you one," Trevor says as he hands her one of his famous s'mores. She looks over at him.

"How'd you know?" she asks, and he shrugs with a wink.

"I told you, I've got that twin telepathy." Trevor jokes in a cocky tone, earning an amused look from the girl before she thanks him and blows him a kiss.

"See? Y'all see that? I got a kiss before you guys!" he sings out, making all the guys groan and swat at him as he does a funny little dance.

"I take it back." Y/N says, earning an awestruck Trevor.

"No take-backsies!" he pouts before going to sit back in his spot.

Her eyes never met Luke's, the boy silently begging for her to look at him just once. She never did.

The group all kept on their conversations, trying to distract from the obvious tension going on as they all didn't want to make Y/N anymore uncomfy than she probably felt.

Luke tried hard not to get jealous or annoyed at Jack or Trevor when they would be close to Y/N, as he knew they were only doing it to make her smile and feel better. He just couldn't help but feel that way as he wished it was him making her that way.

But he was the reason she wasn't smiling. Why her face was puffy. So he deserved that at payback. He deserved way worse to be honest.

As the night began to near its end, each boys lowly trailed their ways inside, Y/N and Luke being the last two to be sitting near the fire. Y/N wanted to enjoy the night, as bonfires were something that made her feel anchored and helped her decompress.

Luke kept his distance, only staying on the left side of her across the fire. His eyes hadn't really left her figure the entire night.

At that moment he decided he couldn't wait any longer. The suspense was killing him slowly. So he cleared his throat, watching as she didn't move a muscle.

"Um," he squeaks out. "You-you can take my bed tonight. If you want. I-I know you usually can't sleep without a fan, a-and that you prefer my bed because it helps elevate your back." he stutters out quietly.

Y/N keeps her gaze on the fire, and just nods. Luke feels his chest tighten.

He clears his throat once again.

"I-I um," he starts once more. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry-"

Y/N stands up before he can finish, soon walking away from the fire.

He watches her walk away in silence, watching as she disappears back inside the house. Luke lets out a shaky sigh, before standing up himself and using the pot of water next to the pit to put out the fire before soon making his way back up to the house himself.

When he reaches his room, he prays that she took his offer, the boy wanting to use the excuse of grabbing pajamas in case she was in there.

His bed was empty.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day came by quicker than expected, and Luke was feeling at a loss.

Y/N had been ignoring him all day.

He had gotten up before the sun, went and picked up her favorite flowers, coffee and protein iced tea she loves, as well as her favorite bagel spot. He had even drove across town to get her the coffee grounds from a cafe that donates used coffee grounds to use for gardening, as he knows she loves using them when she does her planting at the lakehouse for Ellen and herself.

When she had come down that morning to get herself some breakfast, her face had contorted into all kinds of reactions.

Shock, awe, happiness, confusion, sadness and then nothing. It turned into nothing when she saw Luke creep in and giving her a look of hope.

She didn't acknowledge him once, but he knew he had gotten to her as she did indulge in the breakfast, coffee and iced tea he got her.

That was when Luke knew he had a chance to get her back.

Until the rest of the day had gone on.

She so much as did not look his way, acknowledge anything that had to do with him. She acted as if he didn't exist. Luke didn't know what to do. He couldn't talk to her as she wouldn't even try and be near him.

She either stuck to Jack or Cole's side for the day.

The evening was far from over too, and Luke was just ready to go to bed in that moment.

Especially now.

They were currently out at one of the dive bar clubs in the area, the music was loud and the place was packed.

Which also meant that Y/N was drunker than a sailor on a pirate ship.

She had been dancing and singing loudly to any and all of the songs, having any of the boys come dance with her as time went on. Luke stayed in his spot at the bar by Quinn, who looked very amused by her actions as she was spun around by Trevor.

"Have you gotten to talk to her yet?" Quinn says over the loud music.

Luke shook his head with a pout. "She's acting as if I don't exist."

Quinn uses his lips. "Do you blame her? You broke her heart. Especially after you said you'd never do that."

Luke huffs. "Yeah I know."

"Keep trying. That's all I'll say. You still have a shot. I know deep down she wants you to keep fighting."

"I'm trying. But she makes it so hard."

"She's worth it though?" Quinn trails off, and Luke thinks for a second. He then nods.

"Yeah. Yeah she is."

Trevor then runs up to them, drunkenly stumbling around as he reaches them. "Y/N disappeared outside. I think she's throwing up. I would go get her, but I'm not too far behind her." he says before disappearing back into the crowd.

Luke looks over at Quinn before he makes his way outside, eyes scanning for the familiar figure and spots her over at the corner by the bushes and hunched over.

He scurries over to her, using his good arm to caress her back as she throws up. He then takes her hair as best as he can with the one hand, and holds it back.

When she finishes dry heaving she turns and does a double take when she sees it's Luke.

She stumbles a little as she tries to push him away. "No, I don't want you." she slurs, dry heaving once more.

"Y/N stop focus on getting this out of your system right now. Quinn is coming with water." he says, and she shakes her head trying to get away from his grasp.

She forget that he still has a hold on her hair, and he gently pulls on it to keep her in her place. "You can hate me the most tomorrow, but I'm not letting you pass out after dry heaving for ten minutes. So it's me or the concrete."

"I choose the concrete."

"Y/N"

She drunkenly giggles at her comment, only to be stopped as she starts throwing up again. Luke keeps her hair back, his eyes looking back to see Quinn coming up with the bottled water.

He hands it to his younger brother. "I'm going to grab the boys and the car. I'll be back." he says before jogging back inside.

Once Y/N finishes her second round, she tries to stand straight but wobbles in the process. Luke is quick to catch her, only almost failing as his sling holds his bad arm back from fully being able to stabilize her.

He makes a dumb decision, but in that moment he was more focused on her.

He takes off his sling and lets it fall to the ground, Y/N watching the action and pout when she sees his sling fall to the ground. She points at it. "Your sling. You shouldn't be taking that off." she slurs out with a hiccup.

He shakes his head. "Not my concern right now, I'm more focused on keeping you upright. I don't need you passing out on me again." he tries to lighten the mood, only getting a scowl from her.

"Okay tough crowd." he mumbles, looking behind them to see any sign of Quinn.

"I'm serious-" she hiccups "put it back on. You can't have that off." she hiccups again as she bends down to try and get it.

"Y/N dammit leave it. I'll deal with my dumb decisions tomorrow."

"Like you other decision you made two days ago?"

His heart sinks at her words, seeing her eyes become big as she looks up at him. "Y/N look," he starts. "I'd love to have this conversation, and tell you how much I regret saying those things to you, but I want you sober for that. I'm not going to take advantage when you are probably seeing two of me."

"Hey! How'd you know that? Do you have my vision or something?" she whines, and he rolls his eyes trying to not laugh at her.

Before he knows it, Quinn is pulling around the corner to meet them. Luke brings her up to his car when he parks it, Quinn rushing up to grab her and he frowns at Luke as he looks down at his empty shoulder.

"Dude what are you doing? Put that back on!"

"I will, chill alright? I was more focused on trying to make sure she didn't fall face first onto the pavement." he says as he goes to grab the sling and carefully put it back on, trying to ignore the burning pain going up and down his collarbone.

It was a quiet ride home, as most of the drunk ones were already sleeping, the others just tired from the day they've had.

Once they were pulled into the driveway, Quinn hops out and goes to grab Y/N while Jack and Cole who are both not super drunk but are definitely past being buzzed, grab Trevor.

"Put her in my bed. I'm sleeping on the couch." Luke says to Quinn when they get inside. Instead of arguing, he nods and brings her up the stairs.

Luke follows behind, needing to go and grab some pajamas and his painkillers for the night. Once Quinn has set her in bed, Luke goes to turn on the fan for her watching as she snuggles closer into his sheets.

"She loves you still, you know." Quinn says softly, making Luke turn towards his eldest brother.

Luke gives him a pursed smile and nods, getting the same action back from Quinn before he leaves.

The blond boy slowly, and painfully, changes into a pair of sweats before going over to his bed to grab his pillow only to freeze when he sees Y/N's eyes looking up at him.

"You okay?" he asks.

"You hate when I ask you that, so don't ask me that." she snaps, her words still slurring.

He nods slowly. "I deserve that."

"You deserve a lot worse."

"Yes I do."

She stares at him, her eyes squinting at him as she watches him slowly try to take off his sling for bed. She doesn't miss the way his face winces at the pain he is definitely feeling after what he did.

"Where are you going?" she asks as she watches him head for his door. He points at it. "Downstairs. I'm going to go and sleep downstairs. Give you your space."

"Stay." she says, making him frown.

"Please." she slurs out softly, watching him fight with his mind. She watches as he slowly walks back over and cautiously gets into his side of the bed just incase she changes her mind.

"Just keep your distance." she says quickly and he nods.

"I know."

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The next morning Luke was hurting like a bitch.

He tried his best to not wince and hiss when he woke up, not wanting to awaken the girl next to him.

When he finally got out of bed and down he stairs, he saw Quinn and Jack both in the kitchen talking. Jack was sitting on one of the barstools while Quinn was putting together breakfast.

They both looked over when they heard him coming in, seeing him hold his sling out signaling he needed help putting it on.

"That was a dumb move you made." Quinn says, and Luke rolls his eyes.

"Yeah well I was more concerned for her than I was about my arm. I'll live." he shoots back, thanking Jack as he finishes adjusting it for Luke.

"What happened?" Jack asks.

"Y/N was at her throwing up point where she can't end to pass out from dry heaving too much," Luke says before pouring himself a cup of coffee. "So I took my sling off and kept her upright instead of letting her faceplate straight into the concrete."

Jack hums. "You're a dumbass," he starts. Luke chuckles dryly as he goes to sit down next to Jack. "But proud of you." he says before taking a bite of his waffles and standing up, patting the boy on his back.

"I'm off. I'm meeting Sammy for a farmer's market run this morning. So I'll be back around one." he says, putting his place in the sink and then heading towards the front door.

Quinn nods. "I'll be leaving shortly too. Trev and Cole are still sleeping. I think Duker and I are gonna go take up some ice time for a bit." he says, and Luke nods.

Y/N soon comes strolling in, still in her dress from the night before and her hair in a bun as she is squinting her eyes.

She goes to grab a cup of coffee, Quinn handing her a plate of food as she stand over by him at the island. "How you feeling champ?" he giggles, and she huffs.

"Not great. But not dying. I more so just have a headache right now. I think I got most of it out of my system last night." she explains with a dry laugh, taking a sip of her coffee.

Quinn laughs, before finishing up his breakfast. He goes over and kisses her head. "Don't kill him today, yeah?" is all he says, making her give him a look before he disappears.

Y/N just stands there, tracing the ring around her cup with her finger as they sat in silence.

Luke was the first to speak.

"There's um," he clears his throat. "There's some liquid IV in the cabinet. It's the berry one." he says, pointing to the cupboard.

She stands there quietly, taking a sip of her coffee and nodding.

Luke sighs. "Can I say more? Or are you going to leave before I can finish?" he asks genuinely.

"I'm debating." she answers back, not meeting his eyes as he keeps his own her figure.

"Well I'l just talk, and if you've had enough then you can walk away. Yeah?"

She says nothing, which then has him proceed.

"I fucked up," he sighs. "I really fucked up. I know that. I honestly wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to talk to me again."

"Again. Debating."

"And that's okay," he says, not wanting to say how much it would hurt him if she chose that. "I really should not make any excuses for what I said. I've just been in so much pain, and at such a breaking point with all of this. I took it out on you when I should not be doing that."

She takes a sip of her coffee, soon taking a bit of her food. He takes that as a sign that she isn't ready to leave just yet.

"I didn't realize how much you were doing until you weren't there. You know what I also realized?"

For the first time, she looks at him.

"I realized all you were trying to do was make this whole healing process easier on me. Not pester me. Or overwhelm me. Or annoy me. It was simply to make sure I was on the right path towards a faster paced healing process to get back on my feet."

"That's all I was trying to do, and have been trying to do Luke. Because I know how you get. You proved my point when you blew up at me like that." she answers in a monotoned voice. Luke nods.

"I know that now. And I'm so grateful for that and for you. Especially after having that realization," he says. "I hated hearing how you haven't slept, and how you have put me first. If anything don't do that again. For my sake. As much as I love you for that, I need you do make sure Y/N is healthy first."

Y/N ears perk up, and she looks at him with a frown. "What did you just say?" she says softly.

Luke furrows his brows. "I need you to put yourself first. Your health."

"You said you love me."

Luke's eyes widen, and his heart freezes. He did not even realize he let that come out.

He clears his throat and he feels his ears heat up, seeing her face change slightly. "I um," he squeaks. "Yeah. Yeah I do love you. I think I always have, but after realizing all of this I think it made me realize I loved you more." he admits, his voice shaky as he looks at her.

"Luke."

"I'm serious, Y/N." he says. "I know you hate love bombing, but honestly that slipped out. And I am just going to own it because it's nothing but the damn truth."

Y/N just stands there in disbelief. Luke continues. "I want you to know that I truly and deeply am sorry for saying all of those things. You're not clingy. You're not annoying or a burden or any sort of negative impact on my life." he says, slowly getting closer to her. "If anything I do need you. And I want you as mine and mine only. I don't want any of those stupid guys from last summer to be the type of dates you have this year. I want us to figure our shit out, and I want to give you the proper dates you deserve."

Y/N looks up at Luke. "You've got a lot of making up to do, Hughes. A lot."

Luke takes a deep breath. "I know. I know I do."

"You broke my heart."

"I know."

"You called me things."

"I did, and I'm sorry for that."

"Yet I love you too."

His eyes could've popped out of his head. "W-What?" he cracks out, and she give him a small smile.

Before he knew what was happening, she flicks his forehead hard and then smacks his cheek. "Ouch, hey!" he says in awe, and she points at him.

"You deserve that," she says. "But I got those out of the way so I could finish with this."

She lightly grabs his jaw and places a chaste kiss on his lips. He groans when she pulls away far too short for his liking.

"No. No more. Because you have a lot of shit to fix first."

"Roger that."

"I love you."

"I love you too, and I will spend the rest of my life proving it."

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약한영웅 characters : how they express love ˳

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──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ yeon sieun

As someone who did not receive proper love from his own parents and never saw them express love to each other, he's scared and worried about how to properly express his love to you and make you feel loved. However, he still tries his best to make you feel seen and appreciated.

His love comes out in quiet moments. If you fall asleep while studying together, he’ll move away the books and stationary and put a blanket on you. If you’re anxious or jittery for some reason he will hold your hand gently and try to calm you down. If you are crying or having a breakdown, he will stay by your side trying to soothe you, putting an arm around to shield you from the world. He might not say a lot but he listens and pays attention to everything you say.

Remember when Suho mentioned he was craving ox bone soup after the confrontation with Gilsu? Sieun got him exactly that and even bought burgers for Youngyi. Despite his demeanor, he is actually very warm hearted. Your favourite bakery is releasing a new type of donuts and you can’t go? He’ll be the third person in line to make sure you get them. If you mention liking a cartoon character, he’ll take a mental note of it and buy a plushie or keychain of it if he comes across it. Imagine Sieun buying you a Chiikawa keychain or a Pompompurin plush, my heart is so weak.

For someone who can go a day or two without eating when unsupervised, he will start taking care of himself because he is someone you cherish and love a lot. Loving you made him realise that just like how he doesn't want any harm to befall on his dear ones, his dear ones don’t want him to be hurt either.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ahn suho

He is someone who would be properly tuned with their partner’s needs. He is a people’s person so he definitely tries his best to keep up with couple trends. Definitely the type to ask you to do tiktok trends with him. He also has immaculate and unsurpassable rizz, sometimes you would not even realise that you got rizzed up by him.

Also the type to flirt with you if you are arguing or lecturing him, he would leave you flustered and the topic would change. His love language is quality time, so expect some long night drives as he drives to nowhere in particular and you both talk about anything and everything.

He is a guardian angel, truly. To your surprise he always shows up everytime you need him. He always knows when to give you some space and when to cheer you up. When he is not working, he is laying in your lap and dozing off. Dinner and gaming dates are the most common with him, he would also take you to the arcade to play air hockey and kiss you every time he gets a point against you.

After he wakes up from a coma, he will try his best to recover and diligently do his rehab so he can make up for the time you couldn’t be together. He waits for you to visit him everyday. He is also the type to peel and feed you the fruits you brought for him. He just loves to spend time with you, doesn’t matter what you’re both upto, sharing a room while you both do your own thing is enough for him.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ oh beomseok

He, like most of the kids in the show, did not grow up with a family with healthy dynamics. However, he has seen relationships in different media and has an idea about how they work. After getting in a relationship, he tries his best to keep you impressed.

He is definitely the type to splurge on you. He would buy you even the things you mentioned in passing. He does not know how to stop despite you telling him not to spend so much on you. Expect to go on several dates to arcades, game zones & malls.

If you ever disagree on something, he will quickly change his opinion to fit yours and start fawning. The way he was raised, it seems more than just plausible. But he really does love you and does not want to have a different opinion than you on most things.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ jeon seokdae

The type to listen when you scold him and nod everytime. He doesn't argue or talk back when you lecture him, he lets you let it all out. He listens every word and tries his best to improve for you.

He always checks up on you and makes sure you're not skipping your meals. He likes to cook for you, so expect dates where he comes over to your home and cooks for you while you both chat.

He seems like a protective guy (like have you seen his broad shoulders?). You can always call him if you experience anything unfavourable, he'll run to you to comfort you.

He likes to spend time with you, doesn't matter if it is just you both taking a stroll at night or doing your own thing during a video call. He really wants to be the person you can trust about anything and tries his best to be someone you see a future with.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ youngyi

She's big on physical affection, so expect public displays of affection. She would latch onto your arm and not let you go. But if you're not into PDA or physical affectionate at all, she'll do it privately or tone it down a lot.

She loves looking up fast-food places and restaurants so you both can visit together and spend some time and unwind while enjoying a good meal.

She has a special folder of your pictures she took and selfies where you're together. She definitely looks at them before going to sleep or to cheer herself up while working part-time. She loves taking your pictures. She even has an Instagram highlight dedicated to you.

She loves texting you, chats with her are always full of memes, stickers and random pictures. She's also the type to wait for you outside your school, workplace or hakwon so you can hangout together when you're done with your responsibilities.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ seo juntae

He is definitely the helicopter partner. He makes sure that you're taking your vitamins and reccomends you medicines to help with any issue you might be having. He has become your own personal little doctor.

You're not feeling well? His hands on your forehead checking your temperature. You feel a little nauseous? Here's an acupuncture point you need to massage. You have a headache? He'll massage your temples. Feeling sleepy? Here's his shoulder for you to lean on.

He tries his best to ensure you're doing physically well and takes care of you and your health. He also tries his best to not be overbearing while doing this.

He might be shy to initiate physicsl affection but he compensates it by words of affirmations and acts of service. He does not shy away from appreciating you and complimenting you, he's proud to call himself your partner.

Dates with him are the simplest. He does not mind going to grocery shopping with you if it means he gets to spend time with you. If you're getting your hair done, he's sitting there at the lounge ready to praise your new haircut or style when you're done. Overall, he's such a sweet guy, even your parents love him.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ go hyuntak

He expresses his care for you by nagging. He has your best at heart, so he nags you. He makes sure you're not upto something stupid or hanging out with the wrong crowd. If you're upto some stupid shenanigans, he's at a distance (with a camera) to ensure you don't end up hurting yourself (to record you embarrassing yourself.)

His love language is teasing but he knows his limits and never crosses boundaries. He also tries to be very nonchalant but he's actually too downbad so his loverboy side always ends up shining. He's the type of get you small trinkets and things as gifts and says they reminded him of you so he got them for you but in reality he looks for you in everything.

He just loves to hear your voice so much that he always calls you for no reason. He always gets blinded by your beauty even when you're both upto something mundane. He likes taking your pictures. He goes through them every night and kicks his feet because he's just so in love with you.

He takes you on all kinds of dates. Perfume making, clay art, carnival, acrade, art museums etc, it does not matter, if it can be turned into a date, he will do it. Doesn't matter if you're both volunteering at an old age home– if he gets to spend time with you, it's a date.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ park 'baku' humin

He expresses his love for you in every way possible. He praises you all the time and talks of you so highly to everyone around him. He talks about you so much that his closest friends can easily recite every single interaction and moment you both shared before you started dating.

He's the type to say ‘This one's for you!’ while pointing at you as he shoots the basketball and actually score. Everytime you're with him, he has a big smile on his face. He loves sappy and corny nicknames and calls you by them.

He always shares his food with you. If you're in the cafeteria having lunch, he'll put a piece of meat from his own plate into yours saying that you need the protein. He also transfers vegetables he dislikes under the guise of them being an important source of nutrients.

His hands always find yours somehow. He says you're both opposite ends of a magnet, meant to be together. He's big on physical affection so expect hugs and pats all the time. He loves to put his head on your shoulder to convey that you're someone he can always rely on.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ geum seongje

His love language is annoying the fuck out of you. He just loves to push your buttons and loves to tease you because he finds your pissed-off-and-angry face hot. But he still knows that there are some lines that should not be crossed and never does anything that would actually affect you negatively.

If you're a smoker, he'll steal cigarettes from your fingers and put it between his lips. If you find your cigs missing from the box, just know it was Seongje. If you're a non-smoker who can't tolerate the smoke, he'll try his best not to smoke when you're around.

He always keeps his eyes on you to ensure you're always safe and not getting tangled up in the Union’s mess. His RBF is enough to ward off anyone who might’ve been even thinking of bothering you.

Dates with him would probably be either the most normal (like taking late night strolls around the neighborhood) or the most outlandish (eating takeout inside an abandoned building you both just trespassed into.)

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ na baekjin

Baekjin expresses his love towards you by not expressing it. It is his way you keep you safe and protected. Him leading the Union and his involvement with Cheon Gang would only mean targets put on you and Baekjin would never allow it. If something were to happen to you, Baekjin would not be able to forgive himself.

However, love demands to be seen. His love would be visible only if you have the ability to notice how subtle is kind actions are. He pulls strings inconspicuously to ensure that his affection reaches you somehow.

If you are having trouble understanding some study material, he will patiently explain it to you. If you rant to him or share your troubles, he will listen carefully and provide you with the best possible solution and share honest advice.

He would also send you gifts and flowers anonymously, something akin to a secret admirer. This would be enough to satisfy him because love is a luxury Baekjin cannot afford.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ baek dongha

Well we don't have any material to start with so I will take some artistic liberties. He looks like he would find lighting someone's cigarette romantic. If you're in his presence, he will never let you light your own cigarettes.

Dates with him would definitely include shit-talking people. A+ bowling is a regular hangout spot for you, as you bowl and he does his Union duties.

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Artistic liberties again. He would never let you hold anything, be it bags, or the jacket you just removed, he will hold them for you.

He's not a speaker so he compensates for it by being a listener and always being there for you. He would always offer you his hoodies and jackets because he loves to see you in his clothes.

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ahh the professor trope, a classic <333

the color combination and the moodboard are gorgeousssss and the story encompassed the vibe so well !!♥️♥️ (once again 🫶🏽)

This was the city of broke creatives clinging to their fragile dreams with both hands, usually while the natives rolled their eyes. You were one of those shiny happy people with a dream and the battle-tested will to make it happen, especially tonight. You finally got to see a play on Broadway, an excellent production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

thissssss is such a beautiful and bittersweet description 💗💗

A man saved you by grabbing hold of your arm and waist before you fell, bunching the fabric of your coat beneath his hand. You gasped when you stared up at a familiar face. A sharp jawline covered with stubble, just neat enough to be respectable; dark brows shaded over green eyes, trained on you; bowed lips pursed with confusion.

“Professor?” you said, breathless and shocked.

this was such a clever “meet cute” !! 😩 (I mean not really given they are very aware of each other but like, personal meet cute?) and yeah judging by sir-stares-a-lot off to the side, i’m glad dean was there to assist her <33 public transportation can be exhausting sometimes fr 🤦🏽‍♀️

Professor Dean Winchester.

I actually ended up having to withdraw from college a while ago (:/) but man if I had him as a professor ??? I would’ve had perfect attendance for sure 🫠💓

“Oh, incredible. That was the best Bottom I’ve ever seen.”

noooo loll 🤣

Another giggle, and you flipped through the playbill again to distract yourself from looking at his ruggedly chiseled face. Why, oh why did he have to be so fucking attractive? And somehow he was still single. You’d heard some of the girls in your class whispering about it after class one day—a full-on engagement that fell apart two years ago.

i went from aww to real to aw :/ and finally to how the hell did those girls find out 😭 but I will say my nosey ass is intrigued 👀 lmao

“There’s nothing worse than being in love with someone who doesn’t even see you, you know?”

!!!!!! exactlyyyyyy 😭 it stings quite a bit, even worse if they didn’t/don’t even want to try to ;-; literally the main reason I broke up with my ex lol :’)

“How about I put my number in first, so you can call me when you get home,” he said. “I’m Brady, by the way.”

boy if you don’t watch out :| i’d pull my taser out idc 😭

This was why you kind of hated the subway. You didn’t know when you were going to have to interact with a creep trying to steal your phone, shoot his shot, or look down your dress as a consolation prize.

literally!! the other day this guy got unnecessarily close to me at the bus stop so i gave him a dead stare and asked if i can help him with something in a flat tone as I backed away from him, then he tried playing dumb like mannn I ain’t trying to hear all that, move !!🤚🏽

“Aw, what, you have a boyfriend or something?” he asked.

sometimes you just gotta:

dude be so fr and take the damn hinttttt 🤦🏽‍♀️ I can’t stand when guys do this, no is a full sentence 🤺

“Give her the damn phone,” said the professor. His tone boded no argument.

The professor didn’t bother to answer the question, but he stood from his seat, his long coat draped down all six feet and change of him, broad shoulders and calm confidence. He stared down at the lankier, scruffier pothead. Then he held out his hand.

hell yeah dean 🫠💗💗

“And that’s why Cupid’s always painted like a blind baby…or something like that,” you said. You laughed a little, and you seemed to realize just how long you’d been yapping his ear off. You came to a stop at what he assumed was your apartment building, but you suddenly got quiet. Embarrassed.

I personally adore when someone talks about something they’re passionate about. it’s so refreshing because they actually care and you can see it, hear it. like personally I don’t really have a passion for anything anymore lol which i’m fine with now, it just makes it that much better when I encounter someone who does have that passionate spark, like yesss pls tell me all about that subject 🙂‍↕️♥️

i mean correct me if i’m wrong (<3) but you seem to have such a big passion for writing, like it shows how much you love to do this, how much you care and all the effort that goes into the entire process. it all reflects in your writing !! every time you write interesting tidbits and fun facts I find them so interesting. you seem like the chill english teachers i’d get along with, in the best way ofc !!💘 (ex-teacher’s pet here 😔😂)

also I hope i’m making sense lovely, brady isn’t the only pothead here lmfao 😭🫶🏽

You stepped up onto the first stair leading up to your apartment and caught an icy patch with your red-bottomed heels. A gasp fell from your lips as your arms spun out to catch yourself on anything that could keep you from falling, and that happened to be Dean—specifically his coat, and then his biceps when he moved in fast to keep you upright.

He ended up gathering you into his arms while you clung to his coat.

yesssss keep gathering her up in your warm strong arms dean 🙂‍↕️🙏🏽 lmfao

this was truly such a wonderrrrfull story 💛 the mutal pining is killing me but it’s so good!🫠 idiots in love…except they’re both really smart and it’s not love yet, they’re just pining…but still!🤠

also sorry for the amount of times I say like, it’s the californian in me i think 😩🤣

10 'Til Midnight

Pairing: Professor!Dean Winchester x Student!Reader

Summary: A chance encounter outside of the classroom shifts the way you see your professor. Forever.

AN: Here’s a one-shot for @chevroletdean's 500 follower celebration! This also fulfills a request for one of my lovely Patreon members, @redhoodieone, who wanted to see AU Professor!Dean with a plus-sized student!reader. The reader is a graduate student (mid-20s) and Dean is in his 30s in this, so not really a wide age gap, but we’re still flirting with a gray area here lol.

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: graduate student!reader, plus-sized!reader, Shakespeare geekery, mythology and other nerdy classic lit. references, AU Brady sighting, sexual tension, mutual pining(?)

The ash cloud of exhaust rose up from the sidewalk steam grates. It infiltrated your nose as you hurried down a few well-worn concrete steps and into the bowels of the subway, a transition into deeper darkness.

To you, that acrid, mini plume of pollution was the smell of New York City; old cigarette buds and weed hash, fresh tequeños and hot dogs wafting from the open door of the bodega on the corner, mixed with a whiff of piss.

You replayed your favorite scenes in your mind like 1940s movie reel, except it was live in technicolor. An unconscious smile spread across your lips, but you had to hurry. Your train was about to leave in…

You checked the time on your phone—ten minutes to midnight—and compared it to the digital sign up ahead. Your eyes widened.

Shit! One minute?!

You had no choice but to try and run in your heels. That had you skidding to the open doors as they began to close, but you just managed to slip inside, albeit literally slipping with a yelp.

“Professor?” you said, breathless and shocked.

He was just as baffled, but he finished helping you up as your name fell from his lips.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded and thanked him for the save, still catching your breath.

“Here, sit down,” he said, gesturing to a couple of empty seats on the subway. You joined him in sitting, though you ignored the stare of the guy standing closest to you who was holding onto a rail. He wore jeans and dirty hipster Vans, a brown bomber jacket and a gray beanie. The stench of weed and cheap cologne clung to him.

And his gaze followed you until you sat down. Slightly unsettled, you were subtle in the way you angled yourself toward the man beside you.

Professor Dean Winchester.

He really was the last person you expected to see on your way home tonight. You still couldn’t believe you ran right into him!

But then, you noticed the playbill sticking out of his coat pocket (his coat looked more expensive, a dark charcoal gray with a high collar, and it suited him).

“Oh, you…you saw the play too?” you said in excitement, showing him your own playbill that you fished out of your purse. You’d told him about it a month ago, after his lecture on fairy lore. You thought he might enjoy a play that was all about the convergence between the fairy realm and the human realm.

He’d admitted that he’d never seen a Shakespeare play live, but he said he’d look into it. You didn’t think he was actually taking you seriously though.

“Uh, yeah, I did. I’ve never been a big Shakespeare guy, truth be told, but you hooked me,” he said. When he smiled, it made the corner of his eyes crinkle a little.

You couldn’t help but smile too every time you noticed that…even though it made your cheeks warm in a blush. He really had no business being this handsome. And the suit? All crisp and black, paired with a classic, off-white dress shirt and a black pinstripe tie.

Clearly he’d dressed for the occasion of going to the theater, because usually he was one of the chillest professors you knew. He showed up to class in jeans, boots, plain henleys and jackets, though never without his watch, a classic leather time piece with a silver watch face and bold black numbers. It was so vintage, you’d asked about it once when you met with him to talk about one of your essays on Native American burial practices. He’d told you that the watch belonged to his father, who passed away a few years ago now.

“So what’d you think?” you asked. “Weren’t the sets beautiful? It was so ominous and creepy in the ‘forest,’ and ethereal too, like the fairy realm part of it.”

He nodded, smiling slightly wider at your enthusiasm. “Yeah, was a good production. The actors were top-notch.”

“Oh, incredible. That was the best Bottom I’ve ever seen.” You paused, realizing what you said, and a nervous giggle tumbled out of your mouth. “Well, the character. Not the ass—donkey—whatever. You know what I mean.”

The man laughed, rich and deep and washing over you pleasantly, even though you half covered your face in embarrassment.

“Can’t argue with you there. The ass was hilarious,” he smirked.

“But really, the actors who played the couples in the love quadrangle were awesome,” you said. “Helena was my favorite.”

He raised his dark brows. “Really? The girl who gets shit on the most in the play?”

That was another thing. He didn’t really talk like any professor you’d met in your life. You let out a snort of laughter.

“I don’t want to be her, I just think she did so well at showing that vulnerability,” you explained. “There’s nothing worse than being in love with someone who doesn’t even see you, you know?”

He tilted his head, his amusement fading as he listened. You felt emboldened to continue your thought.

“In her mind, she’s probably thinking, ‘Well, even if he’s yelling at me, at least he’s acknowledging I exist,’” you said, “which is incredibly sad and isn’t giving Shakespeare many brownie points for feminism, but it’s a reality that some women go through.”

After a moment, he seemed to see your point with a nod of his head.

“That’s fair,” he said, arching a brow. “Though I gotta hope you don’t let any guy talk to you like that.”

You shook your head with a smile, but before you could answer him, your phone slipped off your lap and tumbled to the dirty subway floor. You twisted away so you could reach down and grab it, but you caught that whiff of cheap cologne again. Gray beanie guy let go of the rail and bent down to scoop up your phone before you could. You offered a polite thank you and went to take it back, but he held it out of reach at the last second, giving you a teasing smile.

“How about I put my number in first, so you can call me when you get home,” he said. “I’m Brady, by the way.”

That oh-so-gracious offer was followed by a glance down your dress. You sat up straighter, adjusting the collar of your coat back over your neckline with a weary huff.

“Ah, you know what, I’m good with just my phone…please.”

You held out your hand expectantly, but still, “Brady” didn’t take the hint.

“Aw, what, you have a boyfriend or something?” he asked.

“Oh my God. Are you fucking serious?” You sighed and decided a white lie was best here. “Yes, I have a boyfriend. Now give me my phone, please.”

“Hmm. Is it like beginning stages, or...?”

“Jesus Christ, dude.”

“Hey, I’m just saying, maybe we can grab a bite to eat, theeen you know. If things are going well, we could take things back to your place,” he said, his brows popping with sleazy suggestion. He still held the phone away from your grasping hand in frustration.

“Hey,” a deep voice cut in.

You hesitated, glancing back at Professor Winchester. He glared up at Brady with a stony look that you’d never seen on him before.

“Give her the damn phone,” said the professor. His tone boded no argument.

Still, Brady pushed his luck.

“What, you her boyfriend or something?”

Brady shifted back on his heels, seeming to realize that he didn’t want this version of Midnight on the Orient Express—the kind that ended up on the 6 o’clock news the next morning. With a roll of his eyes, Brady dropped the phone into your professor’s hand, complete with a dickish quirk of his lips. Professor Winchester gestured at him to fuck off.

“Walk away,” he said.

To your astonishment, the Brady just tossed him a “fuck you, bro,” and went to the other end of the car. You stood up too, just as the subway pulled to a stop. Professor Winchester handed you the phone.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Is this your stop?” he asked, still glancing back with a suspicious eye at the asshole still glaring at your backs.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Okay, come on,” the professor said. He laid a guiding hand on the small of your back and joined you in stepping out of the subway car. To your relief, Brady stayed on the train.

“Thank you,” you said again. “Really, you didn’t have to miss your exit for me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean said, with a shake of his head. His frown was still in place just thinking of that fucking loser. “I’ll have better peace of mind knowing you got home safe.”

Once you told him that your apartment was another few blocks away, he knew he was going to be walking you home. You told him you weren’t that new to the city, but in his mind, it still wasn’t a safe neighborhood for a young woman to be walking around by herself at this time of night.

He had no other motive than that, however…

He’d been pleasantly surprised to see you tonight. You were a flash of scarlet that tumbled into his arms, the scent of your floral perfume teasing his nose before he caught sight of that little dress clinging to your curvy form, ending just a couple inches above the knee. But you drew your wool coat closer to your body, hiding the tantalizing flash of red from view.

It was for the best, he thought, as he cleared his throat and tried to find something else to focus his eyes on while you two walked together. He couldn’t help but land on your face again, on your pretty painted lips.

A deep, full-bodied red.

It was a familiar shade. You’d worn it before, while chewing the end of a pen absently in concentration during one of his lectures on the difference between skinwalkers and shapeshifters—those long, pointed nails tapping a quiet rhythm against the plastic. It was one of your many quirks, but only now did he realize how much he’d actually noticed about you. If nothing else, he always knew he had your attention.

He also knew you were getting a master’s degree in English, and you were taking his class as an elective. You’d actually sought him out before the semester started to make sure you got a spot in his class.

“Sorry, sir, I know it’s early. I’ve just been trying since last year to get into this class, and I really wanted the chance to take it before I graduate this year.”

He’d shifted in his swivel chair with his jean-clad legs casually crossed. He bounced a tennis ball against the wall, as was his habit. (Mostly because it bothered Benny, who had the office next to his.)

The repetitive bounce really helped him to think sometimes; it was basically his version of a fidget spinner.

“You like mythology that much, huh?” Dean asked.

“Oh, yeah!” you said, as your eyes lit up. “I find it so fascinating how every culture in the world has their own stories that have still survived for thousands of years. Some of them even overlap. Like, maybe it’s technically a different creature, but they have the same name, just in another language. Or it’s the same creature, different backstory. It’s like any novel I’ve ever read—similar tropes, but the style, the packaging. That’s what becomes new and creative.”

Amusement tugged at Dean’s lips.

“Same candy, different wrapper, right?” he offered. His reward was your bright smile.

“Yeah, exactly.”

He’d approved your request without a second thought. Unlike 95% of the students who came and went through his classes, you weren’t just smart. You cared. You had a passion for this stuff…and it mirrored his own.

“So, uh, you liked that play, huh?” he asked. Wanted to rub his hand over his face right after. Smooth, Winchester.

But it succeeded in brightening your eyes again.

“Oh yeah. People tend to think of it as one of Shakespeare’s sillier plays, but it drops some interesting ideas about love, for example.” All while you spoke, you spun vivid gestures with your hands.

Dean’s remained in his coat pockets, but watching you made his smile deepen. He liked when you got like this, so animated and alive with your thoughts. It threatened to draw him out of his somewhat jaded shell.

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” he asked. Not because he really wanted to talk about what some sixteenth-century ye olde-y English douche thought about love, but because he wanted to hear you explain it.

You didn’t disappoint.

“Well, there’s the famous Lysander line, ‘The course of true love never did run smooth,’” you said, “but that’s not even my favorite. That’s boring. That’s every rom-com ever, from Harry Met Sally to While You Were Sleeping, all the way to He’s Just Not that Into You, and Crazy, Stupid Love.”

Dean had to interject. “You watch a lot of chick-flicks, don’t you?”

Your lips puckered, but the amusement in your eyes answered his question.

“Like I said, I think Helena is the most underrated tragic figure in the whole story. Yeah, she’s pretty much a doormat, following Demetrius around even though he claims he’s in love with her best friend. Even though he curses at her, threatens to kill her if she keeps annoying him, following him around like an abused puppy. We can agree, he’s like, the biggest asshole in existence, right?” you said.

“Oh, very much agree. You want some coffee?” Dean asked, pointing to a guy selling warm pretzels and drinks from his vendor cart on the side of the road. It had stopped snowing a few days ago, but the February air was still sharp and bitterly cold at this time of night. If only it were midsummer.

“Uh, you know what, I could go for some tea. Thank you,” you said. But you didn’t let that derail you from your thoughts on Shakespearean love. You were still waxing literary analysis while you dug into your purse to find your wallet, but by the time you got it out, Dean had already paid for both drinks and a large soft-baked pretzel.

Your brows furrowed. “Oh! I meant to pay for my part—”

“Don’t worry about it. Here, take half,” Dean said, and he shot you a smile while handing over your hot tea and half of his pretzel. He got your eyes to light up for a different reason as you took the treat. You thanked him with a sweeter smile.

Then you took a bite, and you kept talking.

“But then she says, ‘Love can transpose to form and dignity.’ It can make us act like idiots, right? I mean, back in high school I wrote my boyfriend’s essays for a whole year because I didn’t want him to fail English, and let’s face it, he could barely spell his own last name.”

“Yikes,” Dean chuckled. Sounded like a GED and a gas station job in that guy’s future.

“Right? And what did he do? He dumped me the week before prom because he knew Ruby Summers would put out.” You rolled your eyes, accepting Dean’s sympathies with a gracious nod and a dismissive hand wave. Still, he hoped all you’d given to that guy was your time.

"Well, the guy you're seeing now better be treating you better," he said.

You blinked, your brows furrowing a bit in confusion, until realization dawned on you.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend," you said with a small chuckle. "That's just what I tell pushy weirdos on subways."

Dean was tripped up for a second, but he eventually quirked a smile.

“So anyway, my favorite bar of the whole play is what Helena says in Act 1,” you said. “‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.’”

In that moment, Dean’s eyes were a little too captivated.

But you broke the spell.

You glanced ahead to continue along the crosswalk with him, taking another warm, soft bite of pretzel.

“Sorry, once I open my mouth on this stuff, I can’t really stop unless someone stops me and tells me I’m literally killing them with words that don’t make sense.”

“You’re making a whole lotta sense to me,” Dean replied. And he realized that he meant it. He rubbed his chin in thought. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. I like that.”

Your mind seemed to be a hamster wheel on steroids, but he kind of liked that too.

“Well, did you like the play?” you asked, smiling in embarrassment. “Sorry, can’t remember if I even asked you that yet.”

He chuckled. Even if you had, he didn’t mind answering again.

“I like it more now, hearing you talk about it,” he said. But maybe that was too honest. He padded it with something more appropriate, as your instructor. “It makes sense, since you’re an English major, but your passion always comes through in your essays. I’m really glad you decided to take my class this semester.”

You demured further at the praise. “Oh, thank you. It really is my favorite class so far this year, but…that’s because you’re the one teaching it. You're really good at telling stories. You make them simple and easy to understand, even when we're talking about hell hounds and old ghost stories, or the uh, Oedipus complex, or something.”

Dean chuckled, but it was his turn to be touched, even if it surprised him too. You were just so honest and free enough to speak your mind. It was refreshing.

“Well, thank you. Glad to hear at least one person’s getting something out of it,” he said, his smile warming for once.

You smiled too, looking at him through your lashes. “All right well, thanks again for walking me home. I’ll, um…see you on Monday-ayy!”

He ended up gathering you into his arms while you clung to his coat. Your red nails bit into the dark fabric. In his mind’s eye, he could imagine them popping the buttons of his dress shirt, carving shaky lines of heat and pleasure across his skin.

Fuck. He bit the inside of his cheek hard to rid himself of that image, his jaw ticking in response. But another one just replaced it when his gaze met yours, half-lidded and shocked, but…contemplating.

Hot breaths mingled in between, puffing visibly on the cold air.

“God, I’m sorry!” you breathed.

“Don’t worry about it.” He cleared his throat past the slight roughness in his voice. “You all right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, um…Take Two,” you said, laughing weakly.

You aimed to let him go and continue on up the stairs by yourself, but Dean couldn’t stop himself from trying to help you. He held your elbow at least, with a hovering hand by your waist in case you slipped again. When you finally made it to the door, you paused and turned to look at him over your shoulder. Again, that look in your eyes said you were debating something in your mind.

“You okay?” he asked again.

You nodded. “Yeah, I just, um…you know what? Never mind. Uh, good night!”

Dean nodded, giving you a casual salute. He didn’t leave until you got in the building safely, but for his entire long walk home, your face wouldn’t leave his mind. That look of internal conflict, like you’d been weighing some kind of pros and cons. He had to wonder…

Had you been about to invite him up to your apartment?

But no. Fucking no. He dismissed that thought as soon as it came. He was almost ten years older than you.

Didn’t stop Catherine Zeta-Jones from hooking up with Michael Douglas. She’s barely pushing fifty while he’s halfway into Senior Depends.

Second problem. Career ending and reputation ruining and his own clock punch at the local 7/11—kind of a problem.

You were a student.

Grad student, came a whisper from the back of his mind.

In Greek mythology, the golden apples of Hesperides in Hera’s garden were guarded by a dragon. The Norse gods also believed in their own version of immortal golden apples, harvested by the goddess Idunn. Sounded a bit like Eden, right? As in, the Judeo-Christian Garden.

As in, forbidden fruit.

What did they all have in common? There was always a consequence for the taking and sampling part. The question was, is the price worth how good it tastes?

Remembering the feeling of your soft curves under his hands, Dean had a feeling it would be more than fucking worth it.

But he shook the thought from his head, his fingertips digging into the soft insides of his coat pockets.

He was your professor. That was where those thoughts should end.

You didn’t even see him that way…did you?

You shucked your heels off as soon as you got inside your apartment. You heaved a deep sigh and shed your purse, your coat, your earrings and necklace, which you set down on the nightstand in your bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and fell back onto the creaky mattress.

Your hands came to rest lightly over your stomach, a safe place, while you thought back to how Professor Winchester held you so tight. Secure. Gentlemanly.

How he looked at you, his green-eyed gaze falling to your lips, like he was contemplating the best way to close that distance, bowing his head those last few inches and…

You forcibly shook your head. He was your goddamn teacher.

It didn’t matter that he was probably the youngest faculty member on campus, and you were a twenty-five-year-old graduate student. Whether or not the man was “age appropriate,” he was still your professor. You couldn’t think about him like that.

And he absolutely didn’t look at you like that…

Did he?

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starfxkrinc · 2 days ago

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best friends dad!jj kissing you for the first time

classes were done, meaning it was another summer spent primarily at the maybank house. it's been this way since you were in 1st grade when you and reed maybank became friends. for years you've gone back and forth between her house and yours, experiencing all the growing pains of becoming young women.

the primary pain being unfortunately boys. every weekend it seems like you were forced to hear her recount some sordid affair with a new guy, and here you were, still a virgin, feeling like a desperate loser every time guys came up to talk to her and ignore you. you didn't want to feel resentful but you did. you were just as pretty as her, just as funny, you were just shy is all. but still, you played the dutiful friend giggling and exclaiming accordingly as she bragged about some frat boys reaction to her ass.

the entire time you fought back tears as she asked why you don't go on dates and when you were finally gonna just fuck someone.

apparently "because no one asks" isnt a sufficient enough answer, which led to a 5 minute grill session that left you feeling worse by the end of it.

you were glad when she finally went to sleep, it gave you time to cry a little undisturbed.

by the time you finished it was 2am and you were dehydrated, so you padded your way into the kitchen, the cool floors giving you some relief in the humid air.

it would have been fine, cry a bit, you get some juice then you cry a bit more. but here lies jj maybank, the object of your affection for most of your formative years--and your best friends dad.

you were so focused on your own misery you didn't even notice him shirtless. any other night that would have lifted your spirits. instead you were trying to hide your puffy, wet eyes.

"see you're midnight marauding too huh kiddo." he gives you a tired smile before it quickly morphs into one of slight concern, "you aight? you're normally a stinker but never a crybaby."

there's truth in that, you were sort of the cynic in your friend group, a little more melancholy than the other vibrant girls. growing up jj said he could always depend on you to keep it real amongst the others. maybe that was the problem.

for the first time in forever you feel uncomfortable around him, "mmm...bad night"

jj shifts, "wanna talk?"

"not really."

"well. want a shot?"

you snort, letting out a laugh despite yourself, "sure why not, already got a headache."

with a wink he grabs the whiskey and a glass, pouring you both a full shot before clinking glasses and knocking them back--him with barely a twitch while you gag at the burn.

"jesus christ what is this gasoline?" pushing past him you go for the fridge, reaching for the juice as you take several swigs to get rid of the taste. despite it, you do feel more relaxed.

so relaxed in fact you dont notice him behind you until you see his arm reach around, taking the bottle from you so he can drink himself.

"hope you feel a little better at least?" jj looks smug looking down at you in a way you haven't seen before.

he's looking at you the way guys look at reed.

"not really..."

"why?" fuck you thought he was past all that.

you can feel the heat crawling up your throat, eyes welling with tears as you stumble, "uh-umm. just. i don't think people like me."

the air hangs heavy and you're scared to look at him, to see the pity on his face as he absorbs what you said.

"well i like you kiddo."

"i don't think...guys like me."

there's no pause this time, "i like you. kid"

finally you look, and you see his brows furrowed as he gazes down at you and it's so intense you look away, moving back towards the counter to put some distance between you.

you choose to focus on the snarling dog covering his left hand and wrist, "you know that tattoo used to terrify me as a kid."

he follows your gaze, flexing his hand, "yeah?"

"gave me nightmares. had one about it jumping off and eating me whole."

jj gives you a proper laugh, stretching his hand so it covered your face, "still could if you aint careful." he tweaks your nose, just to make you laugh, but his finger trails, running across your lips before slipping inbetween.

on instinct you suck, eyes fluttering at the salty taste of the pads of his fingers. heart pounding as he lets himself loose and pulls you closer.

your heart feels like its throbbing in your throat, and you barely squeak out a word before his lips are on yours, the acrid taste of booze underlying fruit punch. all it takes in one gasp and his tongue is in your mouth, moving against yours in expert strokes. you clumsily try to keep up, kissing him back with fervor as he pulls you closer.

he's hard against your stomach, twitching slightly when he brings a hand up to thumb your hard nipple through your shirt.

that makes you pull back, the sudden jolt of arousal his touch gives you, and your panting, not wanting to break the string of saliva stil connecting your lips together.

jj does it for you, giving you one more closed mouth kiss against your wet lips before he mumbles, "told you kid, i like you. now go get some sleep."

you expect him to just let you go, but instead he walks you back, watching to make sure you're back in bed before leaving. and you're left there, still brimming with it all while your best friend sleeps beside you.

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sqgeism · 3 days ago

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AHHH EVENTS OMGOMGOMG

forgive me if i sound really unclear and vague here but, id like to request anaxagoras with 'real man' by beabadoobee. idk but the fact that anaxagoras was alone this whole time and probably has zero idea on how to treat a woman is just so hilarious to me like imagine him being so confused on the concept of like. being affectionate. ofc he knows what affection is but its DEFINITELY foreign to him he's so used to ppl calling him a blasphemer and being lonely like UGH MY HEART. its almost as if no one ever taught him how to be a real man(see what i did there).

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anaxa attempting to be romantic is like a fawn trying to learn how to walk.

he's awkward, stiff, and wobbly. he doesn't know good times to hold your hand, when to comfort you, and he's unintentionally dodged your kisses multiple times. it hasn't discouraged you, surprisingly, his inexperience. you just sigh, smile, and laugh it off. and anaxa sees it, while his brows furrow and his lips quiver in a bit of frustration. he's a genius, a chrysos heir, he's everything he knows he is, except a romantic.

his words have a horrible tendency to be too sharp, too critical, and cut deep. however, just as quick as they escape him, he apologizes just as quick. it doesn't... absolute him from his 'sin', but it reassures you that he's making an effort. like grabbing a rose for it's beauty only to be pricked by thorns, it is ultimately your decision whether you find the blood on your fingertips worth the flowers beauty; and you know anaxa is worth the mess. worth all the blood on your hands.

he's just been so lonely before you. uncaring of his own existence, or the existence of others, and all of a sudden there is this societal expectation to be a big romantic. seriously, who invented these stupid traditions? who the hell has the time to take someone on a fancy, expensive date EVERY night. 'be a little more realistic.' is what he wants to tell those people, but of course, what does he know?

he's not seen as a real man. not until he can treat his lover right, whatever that means. he doesn't know you think he's doing more than enough, carrying your heavy bags around the academy halls, remembering important days, little compliments that sound awkward on his tongue but he means it regardless.

he's trying, that's more than most.

moze could probably be seen as a little more 'unstable'. the very first place where you first learn love, 'family', is where he was first forsaken. abandoned, used, manipulated.. that was his child life. and it's caused him to become the man he is now, to his misfortune.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't care, he does so much that his heart is heavy with the love he holds for you. for all his 'indifference', he's so protective of you. in a realistic light, it could definitely be seen as a little a overdo. following you around in silence, keeping tabs on you, he needs to know you won't leave. that you.. can't. he's lost so much, don't forget. if his lover, his world, his heart, would ever leave? he doesn't want to know what'll happen after that. he's got a good idea and he'd rather not.

but romance isn't.. completely lost on him. he's felt some sort of fondness before, it isn't something foreign, but to this degree is most definitely new for him.

the best he's done is affection in private, he's an extremely touch starved man who doesn't shy away from it. hold him, kiss him, bite him for all he cares. he just.. wants to feel you, that you're real, and won't disappear upon contact. everything about your touch grounds him, and he adores it. he adores you, and he will know a proper way to show it one day.

sampo honestly just plays too much. teases are too personal, doesn't show up to date nights, and generally acts insufferable at times. you love him, you do, but if he dips you down in his arms, leans in, all to pretend to kiss you—only to drop you in the last second, you're gonna scream.

while he is a flirt, you need more than romance, you need to be reassured that you're more than a pretty thing on a shelf. that there's more that he loves for you past your face. because his trickery of others makes you scared; what if you too are being played as a fool?

you can't tell, especially now. with how he's bringing flowers to your door straight for a week, only to disappear again in the next couple of days.

you hope you get an answer soon.

#ㅤ 𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤnew flower bloomed ! :ೃ࿔𔓘 #anaxa x reader #anaxagoras x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #moze x reader #moze hsr x reader #hsr moze #sampo x reader #sampo koski x reader #sampo hsr x reader #sampo

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dandysworld-meh-imagines · 2 days ago

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what if reader sacraficed themself to save goob in the last minute? Ending up becoming a main but quiet and surprisingly nice twisted,how would goob after seeing his beloved toon after distracting the others since the incident?

Reader Sacrificing Themselves To Save Goob!

Angsty!!! I'm not sure if you mean Goob distracting the other twisteds or his fellow teammates so I kinda went with both?? Here you go, dear anon! Thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-Hearing machines being finished here and there, you knew it would eventually be time where you needed to head back to the elevator. You watched as the others hurried back and you followed them from behind, rushing to get back. You knew well that if you get left behind, it would take such a long time for the team to arrive at the same floor and save you, most of the toons that got left behind ended up injured or worse, becoming twisteds that only wanted to kill. You took a look behind you, trying to see where Goob was.

-It had become a plan for someone fast enough that had energy to distract and gather the attention of the twisteds while others rushed to every corner to do the machines, it worked wonders. They could find a spot away from everyone while the others could pass without worrying about getting chased. This was your boyfriend's job. His loud footsteps could be heard as he dragged his arms on the floor running around inside a room. You went to check on him when you heard a loud sound and found out that he had fallen down.

-You panicked hard and rushed in, immediately taking the airhorn out of your pockets and jumping in, making Goob flinch as he was very worried for you! You told him to rush back as their attention was on you now, you couldn't let him fall behind, no, never. He immediately got up and started to run to the elevator, the timer was going to end soon. He managed to get in and immediately looked behind him to go and grab you, only to get greeted with the door closing right in front of his face and the room became heavy immediately, especially after Goob touched the door, calling out to you.

-Back at the lobby, Goob would walk super slowly as guilt overwhelmed him. He made a dumb mistake and now you were down there with the twisteds, who knows what has happened to you? Would they get to you in time..? Though everyone was already exhausted for the day and decided tomorrow on it, super early too. It's just that toons that were extremely tired tended to make way more mistakes, leading to more injuries or getting left behind accidentally, they couldn't risk anything more. Goob would stay in his shared room for the night, crying to Scraps about you, saying how he misses you and how sorry he felt.

-He still ran with the same energy, trying his best not to make any more mistakes and lose any precious friend. Goob.. tried to cope by offering hugs to everyone else, distracting them from.. whatever happened yesterday and also for himself to cope. While their hugs never felt as good as when YOU gave him hugs, it still helped a lot. At least it was giving him the courage for the next floor so he could run focused. He could feel everyone's support on him, he won't lose more friends! He just hopes to find you super quick.. please be okay for him. He.. he will give you the longest hug and kisses! Please stay strong for him, alright?

-But on one floor.. the whole team braced as they heard footsteps, it usually meant trouble. A more deadly twisted would be on this floor, instead of the usual awkward silence they would hear, it would be loud, painful sounds and aggressively noises as they roamed around, they were more angry, more deadly, more desperate for a kill. But it was.. silent, the footsteps were there but it was mostly silent. The team looked at each other before heading out after Goob, who his tired eyes lit up the moment he saw it was the floor he lost you before.. please don't let it be too late.. please.

-He desperately searched for you, he found the same twisteds that were on you previously and he froze for a second once he saw that they had more ichor on them.. no, no, he was overthinking again. It couldn't be your own.. right? No, you were fast enough! Surely you got away for a good while, didn't you? Please.. he really hopes you did. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't spot.. you, who was in front of him. He was looking behind him constantly to see if they were on him and he accidentally bumped into you and fell down. Goob, thinking he hit a wall instead, just looked in fear behind him since he made another mistake once more but the only thing he saw was the twisteds shaking a little and running away.

-Goob looked in front of him and covered his mouth as he shook. It was you, your body was so different yet the same, ichor on you, injuries, you were even double the size!! It terrified him. Your red eyes stared down at him in silence as Goob just kept shaking. He failed you.. oh, how ashamed and afraid he felt at this moment. He thought this was the end for him and just curled up, hiding his face from you, expecting you to do something but.. nothing came after that. You gently poked him with an arm and he raised his head in confusion as tears were already falling from his eyes.

-Goob just.. couldn't help but extend his arms around you and cry on you, apologizing over and over again as he nuzzled his face on you, shaking violently. You just blinked as you tilted your head. You were surprisingly not.. really threatening. One of his teammates came to check the situation after all the yelling and froze once they saw you.. and were shocked too, as you didn't attack Goob at all, just stayed quiet, watching him with your red hurting eyes. It took him a good while for him to take a step back and take a good look at you.

-You stayed calm with everyone else as well.. even though you could never come along with them to the lobby, as it was way too risky, at least they could catch a longer break at this specific floor you were in, since the other twisteds seemed intimidated by you. You would just stare at them, quietly. Goob would give you all the hugs and still felt guilty but at least.. a part of you was still here, with him. He gives you all the affection in the world as an apology but you just lean quietly into it, it might seem not enough but it made Goob at least smile after a long time. He promises to continue giving you so many hugs when he sees you again, don't worry, he'll hug the others on your behalf.. he can't help but miss you terribly when he leaves though. He always tells you that he loves you before heading back.

Thank you for reading! <3

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imaginesig · 3 days ago

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"It's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete / When I wore a younger man's clothes"

Poe Dameron x Solo-Organa!Reader

Based on this idea

One simple exchange makes Han realize that his child's relationship is not as bad as he makes it. Set before and during Star Wars: The Force Awakens but does not follow the plot 100% correct

The resistance was a force to be reckoned with. Despite the odds stacked against them, their Princess turned General forced them to have the upper hand. As amazing as Leia is, she would be the first to admit her family and many members of the resistance deserve credit for how far their cause has come. The first of which is her child, Y/n Solo-Organa.

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“Another happy landing,” I exclaimed entering the base. R2-D2 let out many sassy beeps and buzzes in response, "I do not "fly like a Skywalker", I'm very careful and responsible." Dawn Breaker, my ship, was a little battered but with the state of my missions that always seemed to be the case. Artoo emitted a series low whistles at the smoky ship, I rolled my eyes and walked away from the droid. Fellow mechanics and pilots called out welcome to me as I set off to debrief with General Organa, my mother. I’ve always loved the base, the sounds of droids beeping all around, the clanking of mechanics working on ships, the hopeful chatter of a rebel force, and the smell of fuel mixed with the jungles of D'Qar. I walked down the familiar halls, hardly looking up from my mission report tablet a friendly protocol droid handed me; it wasn’t until I stepped into the meeting room I looked up. First, I met my mother’s warm, proud eyes, then I sent friendly nods to the members of staff who help her organize the rebellion, and finally my gaze landed on a man with dark curly hair, tanned skin, and the tiniest bit of facial hair.

“Have a seat Y/n so we may begin out debrief before the fighting is over” my mom jokes.

I roll my eyes and take a seat, “yes General Organa.” The meeting begins in a blur of statistics, coordinates, and future plans. As much as I hate the nuance of a mission debrief, the future planning always makes me excited.

“Y/n stay a little please” my mother says. I make a playful groan and fall back into my seat.

“Someone tell Jordan I may not be out in time for the bar” I call over my shoulder while my mother rolls her eyes. I take notice it’s not just me and her, but the new guy from earlier.

“How was the mission? Are you alright?” There she is, not General Organa but my mom.

“I’m fine, minor bumps and bruises from combat flying but nothing I won’t survive.”

“Very good, you know I worry. Anyway this is Poe Dameron, the resistances newest pilot and commander,” oh so that’s who he is.

“I’ve heard the name: one of the best pilots in the galaxy?” I smirk over at him. The guy looked confident and a little cocky.

"Some would argue the best," he replies smoothly.

"Mmh, well some day that about me. I guess time will tell who the title belongs to," I muse.

Overlooking our exchange, my mother just smirks, clearly amused before she clears her throat, "Poe I asked you to sit in on this debrief because I wanted you to meet Lieutenant Y/n Solo-Organa, our top pilot and my child. Y/n, Poe will be in command of his own squad soon enough but I want him to join yours for the next couple of missions, to get a feel for things. You two are quite similar, I see a friendship in your futures."

I ponder her words and look over at Poe; he sends me a kind smile and I see a flash of mischief in his eyes. 'I see a friendship' I guess I do too mom, "Well Poe, I don't take things slow. I hope you can keep up."

He smiles brightly, "Try and lose me Luetentiant."

"Maker! You scared me!"

I laughed and walked away from where I was propped up on Dawn Breaker. I would never admit it to anyone but I was in the control room watching every detail of Poe's mission waiting until he got back. My mom was right, we did become friends, "well I didn't mean too sweetheart. I just knew your squad made it back from a successful mission and I wanted to be the first to say good job." BB8 rolled out from behind Black One, Poe's X-Wing, quickly and sent me a joyful greeting, "well hello to you as well. You did amazing BB8, truly the mission would've been a failure without you."

Poe rolled his eyes playfully, "thank you Y/n. I'm giving you a fight for the best pilot award."

"Mmh, sure you are flyboy," I chuckled. He was so cute when he was cocky, not that I should be thinking like that. We're in the middle of a war for Maker's sake! But, those thoughts of refusal washed away when I felt his arm sling around my shoulders. I slide mine around his waist so we can walk arm in arm to his first mission debrief, following behind an excited BB8. I only pulled away when the door was in sight to say, "Poe, you did amazing. I've never been impressed with anyone's flying skills and ability to think on their feet except my parents. Congrats on being the first outsider, General Organa is gonna love you."

Poe stares for a minute at me, I can tell he's processing the comment and what the future holds for him; I focus on his eyes, they're dark and swimming with brown details. The bright hallway light makes them pop, but I can't help but wish to see them in the sun. I give him a quick peck on the cheek and bit a good bye and good luck with his debrief before I take off down the hall, duty calls after all!

"Shit!"

"Poe? Talk to me Poe!" This was supposed to be a small, quiet recon mission. A mole informed the Resistance that they had information and were waiting on a nearby planet; turns out the First Order got here first. Currently, Poe and I are battling it out with a small squad.

"I'm losing my left wing," he replies, urgency laced in his voice.

"That's still flyable," I take a minute to think. There are 4 tie fighters left, Poe has wing damage, and my engine is overheating. Odds? We're screwed. I breathe in and call to the force. I like to believe my grandfather reaches out to me and suddenly he does as an absurd and stupid idea pops into my head. A tie fighter swoops into my eyesight and I shoot him down, "ok Poe remember at the bar the other day?"

"Y/n..."

"No I have a point, do you remember the bar the other day?"

"Yes!"

"We were joking about formation 'DS.'"

"Y/n you aren't serious," he's skeptical, I hear it. But I also hear intrigue. Before I can respond, desperate beeping emits from both R2-D2 and BB8; those two are a chatty and lethal combination when put together.

"Poe, the only other option I've got is get shot out of the air."

"Formation 'DS' it is." Neither droid like his reply. Anakin if you're there, please don't let us fail, don't let Poe get hurt.

"1,2,3, go!" The move was simple for us two but required a great deal of knowledge of the other. Poe and I took sharp turns away from one another, two tie fighters followed Poe's X-Wing while the other stayed on my tail. We quickly turned right back towards one another; Poe stayed straight and I slotted my small starship right between Black One's top wings. In the bar it worked perfectly, but in reality? Our right wings were to close and collided, causing our damage to worsen. On the bright side, two of the tie fighters crashed into one another attempting to chase us.

"2 down one to go!" Poe called, ignoring the metallic crunch of our ships. My path took me out the other side of Black One and facing the tie fighter, I shot the last round I had with great success, "whoooooo!! Formation 'DS' actually worked!"

"Whoop whoop!" I cheered before turning back to the issue at hand, "Poe we need to make an emergency landing before these starfighters give out on us."

"Yes ma'am!" He called before his X-Wing ducked to the surface of Naboo. I ignored the furious blush on my face and R2's low whistle as I follow him.

Once we make our hard, not so pretty landing in rural Naboo, I instruct Poe to help set up camp while I work on getting a signal.

"Ah there's Poe," my mother exclaims from the hologram, "I was beginning to question your honesty about his survival."

"General Organa," he nods towards her and smiles at me.

"While I have both of you," she begins, "we won't be able to get a rescue ship out until tomorrow. First Order attention is too high on Naboo right now due to the mole and your battle. We have no reason to believe you guys are in any danger, so make do for tonight and we'll work on getting someone out there as early as possible."

The droids began to complain, a series of quick and overlapping beeps emit. I groan before interrupting, "for Maker's sake, you drama queens will survive the night. We can strap you both back into the ships so you don't get damaged on the ground."

"Thank you General," Poe says, "Y/n I'm gonna go check our ships to see what we can use to make tonight work."

I smile and send him off. The minute Poe disappeared into the rich greenery of Naboo my mother speaks up, "I remember that smile."

"Excuse me?"

"That smile. I used to give it to a scruffy smuggler from Corellia. Although I will say he came with much more annoyance."

"Mom, don't start," I groan.

"I'm just saying, it's nice to reminisce on that fresh love feeling."

"I-"

"Don't deny me Y/n. I am your mother and I know when my own child is happy, is in love. We are in the middle of necessary and tough battles, but don't let that keep you from happiness. I know you can still focus on the task at hand."

"You're insane, I think dad's absence has finally driven you to madness." Mom rolled her eyes but decided this was not a fight to have. We bid our goodnight and I set off to find Poe. After walking a few paces, I stumbled across a beautiful lake. I could tell it stretched miles, the setting sun reflected off of the surface.

Suddenly a rattle behind me cause me to whip around and pull out my blaster, "Easy, its just me."

"Maker, Poe you scared me!"

"It was not my intention, scouts honor," he smiled and made a cross over his heart. I finally looked at him, really looked at him; there was dirt and ship gunk all over his face, sweat pressed his curls down, and some blood trickled down from his eyebrow. He was a mess, but a beauftul one, "enjoying the view?

"Just assessing the damages," I fire back, "your a mess."

"You're no better princess."

"First off my mother was the princess, not me. Second, I'd suggest washing off before it gets too dark and the droids flip out." Poe looks at me confused, until I begin to remove my shirt. He whips his head around the other way and I can see a slight blush, "Poe come on you can't stay like that. Who knows what kind of infection all that dirt could cause."

"I hate when you're right," he says with a smile. Soon enough both Poe and I are stripped down to our underwear and doing our best to scrub the battle reminisce off of our skin. I look up from the stubborn oil on my arm to see Poe already looking. He floated closer until I could see every detail of his eyes again. This time, they glowed in the sunlight; they looked like treasure chests I wanted to take for my own and cherish forever. His curls were defined from the lake water and they dripped slightly onto his face. I slowly reached up and rubbed off some dried blood he missed. My eyes trailed back to his and he smiled.

"You're beautiful," I whisper.

"So are you," he whispers back before leaning in. That kiss made time stop. When I felt his chapped lips on mine I felt like there was no war, my father wasn't missing, and we weren't stranded in Naboo wilderness. Maker, I hate when my mother is right. We pulled apart for air and rested our foreheads against each other.

"Poe, this is an awful time and we risk our lives everyday but I want this."

"Me too, princess."

The hallway seemed to swirl ever so slightly under the stormtrooper helmet I wore; this wasn't exactly ideal but I couldn't think of another way to freely roam the First Order ship. Poe was sent to Jakku to retrieve a map to Luke Skywalker and was captured. Leia appointed me to save him.

While walking down the prison corridor, I heard frantic whispers coming from an open cell. Peaking around the corner I saw an exposed storm trooper talking to Poe! Carefully walking up, I put the barrel of my stolen blaster up to the back of the storm troopers head, "I'll be taking him with me and it'll be in your best interest to stay quiet and let me." The two look confused, because of my very un-trooper like attitude. The stormtrooper notices me and I can see him figure me out; before I can think about blasting him, I'm pulled into the cell and the door slides shut.

"Don't shoot," he starts, "I'm helping him escape."

I take the helmet off and Poe's eyes light up, "Y/n!" I rushed towards him and hugged him.

"Poe! I was worried I'd be too late," he looked awful. It was apparent he'd been tortured; bruises and deep cuts littered his face and body, his clothes were dirty and torn.

"I'm alright princess," he smiled, "we'll need your help getting out."

"Do you have a ship of your own?" The stormtrooper asks.

"Yes, its hidden in the lowest bay."

"If we take a tie fighter, can you help shoot?"

"I can pilot and I have an Artoo unit who's a good shot."

The hanger was madness, blaster shots flew everywhere and the rebel tie fighter was still connected to the main ship, unable to fly away. We had no communication between the two ships, but I had faith in Poe and I. I swooped down in Dawn Rider and instructed Artoo to shoot the cable, which he did first try. From there we all shot out of the hanger, but not without company. The boys focused on shooting the ship's main cannons while Artoo used my ships shooting system to target enemy tie fighters. We were down to one and just as I was set to go in, the fighter hit the boys' ship and they went crashing back down to Jakku. "No!" I scream and shoot the fighter out of the air. Swiftly I make my way down to the wreckage.

On the planet's surface, I ran to towards the mess. I saw Poe's injured body crawling from the fighter's reminds, "Y/n."

"Poe, we need to go."

"But BB8," he rasps, "he has the map."

"No, we'll send someone else. BB8 is a smart droid, he'll be fine. Poe, you are far to hurt and the First Order's presence is far too hot." It took much convincing, but Poe let himself be loaded up into Dawn Rider and be taken back to D'Qar.

"You missed your debrief," I jumped at the voice of my mother. She was not who I was expecting to be standing in the hall when I excited the medical wing; visiting Poe during his recovery has been a daily occurrence for me.

"My squad was there to cover it," I shrug. This was a regular mission, not something secret or complicated. My mother grabbed my arm and walked me outside of the base. It was a lovely day and it felt good to feel fresh air.

"I know you're not a child anymore, but I miss the days when you would tell them things," I try to speak but she cuts me off, "now its all Resistance talk and battle plans. I know I haven't been the best mother and I'm sorry. Tell me something now, let me be present as more than a General."

I look at the clouds in the sky and take a deep breath, "this war was the only thing that mattered to me for so long. It felt good to get in Dawn Rider and fight for our cause, I knew what it felt like to survive. But getting to know Poe, now I know what it feels like to be alive. I don't just look forward to the next Resistance win, but now I get excited for all the in between; mealtime, workouts, data meetings, everything that involves Poe."

Mom pondered what I meant for a moment and eventually led us to a stop. She smiled down at me and cradled my face in her hands, "don't lose him."

"I won't mama."

"I mean it, you're stubborn and reckless like your father. Don't scare him away."

"If he kept you, I think my chances are pretty alright." We laughed, and for the first time in a long time, we walked together as mother and child.

The battle on Takodana brought my father back and many other wonderful joys. Falling into friendship with Finn and Rey was the easiest adjustment to make, harder was adjusting to my father being back.

"You know he hates me," Poe says, out of breath. It's early in the morning and we set out for a run trying to process recent developments away from the base.

"He does not," I defend but Poe sends me a knowing look. Well at least I think he doesn't. Since returning to mom and I, dad has been catching up on Resistance events and personal matters. Him and mom still have lots of forgiveness to give, so most of his focus lands on me. Upon figuring out of my relationship, dad has been insufferable; in true Han Solo fashion he won't actually say anything but his feelings have been made apparent. From small, degrading comments to shoulder checks in the hallway dad has not left Poe alone, "Poe you can't take him seriously. Han Solo is not a warm kind of guy and plus mom loves you! What could mean more than that?"

"You're right," he walks closer and brings me in by my hips. We meet in the middle for a small peck.

"I always am," I kiss him. It's sweet, but most importantly reassuring. Our moment only ends when I hear a beeping from my pocket. I groan playfully and pull out my communicator and see a hologram from my dad.

"Kid get back here its urgent." Me and Poe look at each other in horror as my father's figure disappears.

"We need to act now and act fast before the First Order can strike. Everyone go!" Commands my mother. Thanks to Finn, we have an inside view of the First Order's main weapon and a plan to destroy it.

In all the chaos, Poe and I run towards are ships and begin to prepare for battle; as stressed as we are there is a sense of calm to be found near one another. Artoo beeps at me and my attention is drawn over to my parents, they embrace and I smile. A warmth floods my chest knowing my family is begging to fall back into place. They look over at me and I call them over.

"Please be safe dad," I beg brining him into a hug.

"I was gonna ask the same of you kiddo," he replies, ruffling my hair.

"Black Squadron prepare for take off, (title) Y/n on your signal well following Dawn Squadron out," Poe calls. I nod and turn back in time to see dad roll his eyes.

"Dad," I tisk, "please give him a fair shot. I think you'll really like him."

"I highly doubt that," I roll my eyes and turn back towards my ship ready to take off. With one last smile at my parents I begin to climb the latter to the cockpit.

"Y/n, I love you!" Peo calls from his own. I can see the uncertainty in his eyes, but the hope in his voice. Large battles are always a two edged sword.

"I know," I respond before lowering the ship's lid and beginning the announcements for takeoff.

~~~

"Y/n, I love you!"

"I know!"

Han Solo stared wide eyed at Leia who sent him a knowing look. In a simple exchange the old man was brought back. A simple exchange of words catapulted Han years back:

It was cold and dark in the room and Han couldn’t see anything with the smoke rising up around him. Leia’s face glowed in the low light, and she looked as beautiful as ever despite the worry etched into her features. Han pressed forward to meet her soft, warm lips; this may be the last time he ever sees her again. Han Solo was a fighter, a smuggler, not a lover. Despite this, the women in front of him made his heart beat and head go light.

The moment was suddenly ruined by a pair of storm troopers pulling him away and towards the carbonite chamber. Leia is held back by Chewie as she calls, “I love you!”

Han refuses to let Vader see what he’s taking from him, the joy he finds in the women in front of him. Han knows this is the final way he can protect her, don’t let Vader know she’s his weakness. Han stands tall, and stays stone cold as he replies, “I know.”

Han felt Leia’s hand touch his arm, “they’re your child.”

“I’ve missed you,” and with that Han leaned in to capture Leia in a kiss. The kiss said it all, it flowed with apology and forgiveness; Han would never leave again.

I'm debating expanding on this more, maybe a series? Let me know what y'all think!!

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no-goodbyes-no-regrets · 3 hours ago

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Happy prompts? Say no more!

Buck watching Tommy play with Jee-Yun and/or Baby Boy Han in Madney’s backyard and deciding that he has to figure out the secret to mpreg ASAP.

big man, tiny kiddie coming right up!

(did i scroll through several lists of Korean baby names just for one throwaway line in this fic? why yes, yes I did)

Future with you (also on AO3)

Rating: G word count: 1392

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They're in Maddie and Chim's back yard, little Jae-Hyun only a little over two weeks old and so tiny he all but disappears in Buck's hands. His little hand too small to even fully wrap around his uncle's finger.

He's adorable and Buck is completely in love with the little boy.

He'd taken him from Maddie the second he'd walked through the door, both to give her a break and to have a buffer between him and his parents.

Things were better but not perfect.

But today everyone is on their best behaviour to celebrate the newest addition to their family.

The weather is nice, his mom is busy fussing over Maddie, Chim escaped into the kitchen half an hour ago, and Tommy is sitting next to him and softly strokes the baby's head with one finger.

Life doesn't get much better than this.

"I think you're his new favourite person after mom." Tommy says, trying and failing to tear his eyes away from the boy dozing in Buck's arms.

"I don't know about that." Buck says with a chuckle. "I think he's just happy to be held. Jee was like that too."

"Uncle Tommyyyy" Jee whines as if on cue and starts tugging at Tommy's hand. "I wanna fly!"

"In a minute princess. I'm just hanging out with your little brother now."

She gives him an unimpressed huff.

"You can do that later. I wanna fly nowww!"

Tommy bites back a laugh.

"Why don't you come sit with us for a little while? We can fly later."

She rolls her eyes in a way that makes her look like Maddie's mini me and Buck bites his lip and focuses on the little boy in his arms to stop himself from laughing.

"Babies are boring." Jee tells them but lets Tommy pick her up and put her in his lap anyway.

She's a little obsessed with being in Tommy's arms, a feeling Buck can relate to all too well, and sometimes he thinks she might be the happiest member of the Buckley-Han family to have Tommy back where he belongs.

"That's because he's only little. When he's older you can play together." Tommy explains but Jee isn't convinced.

"I want a puppy." she says. The 'not a little brother' goes unsaid but not unheard.

"Yeah I always wanted a puppy instead of a brother too." Tommy tells her and that gets her attention.

"You have a baby too?"

Tommy chuckles.

"He's 8 minutes older than me actually." he moves her in his arms so he can take his phone out of his pocket. "That's him on the left." he shows her a picture Buck remembers taking at the badge vs badge basketball tournament a few weeks ago after someone had suggested putting Tommy on the PD team and pretend to be Rocker.

Rocker's team had been convinced it would work, while he and Luca had done their best to point out the differences between their partners and why they'd get found out in no time.

"He looks just like you." Jee notes.

"That's because we're twins." Tommy explains. "My mommy had two babies at the same time."

Jee looks at him like she's not sure if he's actually telling the truth but doesn't have the necessary information to prove him wrong.

"Is he a fireman too?"

"No he's a policeman." Tommy tells her, deciding to keep things simple. "Like Athena."

"Girls can be police too." Jee says like she's explaining the mysteries of the world to him.

"Of course. Girls can be anything they want."

"Girls can fly too, right uncle Tommy?"

"Of course. There are a few girls who fly where I work."

"I can fly too!" Jee announces and climbs off his lap. "Come on uncle Tommy! We can fly!" she spreads her arms and starts running around the yard, until Tommy gives in and with a quick kiss and a "duty calls" to Buck, scoops her up and swings her around while she screams in delight.

"He's good with her." Philip Buckley says a few minutes later and Buck jumps. His father has apparently learnt how to appear out of thin air and sits down next to him, both of them looking at Tommy and Jee.

"Yeah... Jee loves him. She's obsessed with flying ever since he told her what his job is."

"I have to admit, I found that one of the more interesting things about him when I first met him too. He said he'd show me around the birds some time."

Buck does a double take. He's still not completely used to the fact his parents know and like Tommy, and approve of their relationship to the point of his father now apparently making plans with him.

"Though with everything that's happened lately, I figured he had other things on his mind than giving me a tour."

"Y-yeah... he won't mind though. He loves talking about the helicopters."

"Maybe next time. Your mother and I are flying back home in a few days. Maddie and Howie have everything under control with this little man." Philip says and tickles little Jae's tummy.

They sit and watch the little boy for a minute until Jee's happy screaming pulls their attention back to her and Tommy.

He's pretending she's getting too heavy and he's too tired to hold onto her and they crash onto the grass together.

They're both laughing as Tommy rolls onto his back and Jee climbs onto his chest to convince him to get up and fly with her again.

Buck winces on his behalf when he notices one of her knees digging into his stomach, but Tommy doesn't even flinch.

"Uncle Buck! You need to come fly too!" Jee decides and Tommy only just manages to move her off his chest before she uses him as a trampoline.

"I think uncle Buck is a little too heavy to fly, princess. He had two pieces of cake earlier." Tommy holds up two fingers.

"I only had two small pieces. Uncle Tommy had two huuuuge pieces." Buck replies. "And he had a chocolate muffin for breakfast. He needs to be careful or he won't fit in the helicopter anymore."

"Are you calling me fat?" Tommy mock glares and turns to Jee. "I think uncle Buck wants to sleep on the sofa tonight. Or in the car."

Jee giggles and Tommy puts an arm around her and pulls her into his side, pretending to whisper something in her ear while looking back at Buck who just laughs.

In his arms Jae is starting to wake up and notice he's not in his mother's arms and decides to let the world know he's not happy with the situation.

"Give him to me, I'll take him inside to Maddie and save her from your mother."

Buck gently transfers the little boy to his father's arms and tries to push away the feeling of emptiness as Philip gets up and walks into the house with him.

"Uncle Buck!" Jee yells his name again and he sees her and Tommy on their backs on the grass. Apparently they've moved on from flying to cloud watching.

She holds out her hand for him and Tommy does the same.

"Come on babe, we've already seen one shaped like a tiger."

"Wow a tiger? Well I can't say no to that, can I?" He gets up and joins the two of them on the grass, leaning over to Jee to kiss Tommy, laughing when she pushes them apart and tells them kissing is gross.

"Just wait until you're older and you find someone you love and want to kiss all the time." Buck tells her, but Jee insists that's never going to happen.

They spend the rest of the afternoon watching the clouds and making up stories to go with them, and when Jee is deep into a story about the unicorn she found, Buck lets his mind drift to a day in the hopefully not too distant future, where it's not their niece he and Tommy are entertaining, but a child of their own.

He turns his head to the side and meets Tommy's eye over Jee's head and they share a smile.

He mouths "I love you" to Tommy, and makes a mental note to invite Hen and Karen over for dinner soon.

#Anonymous #bucktommy #tevan #bucktommy fic #tevan fic

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stonetosserrr · 2 days ago

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‎ ㅤㅤ𖥔 Guest 1337 tickle headcanons 𖥔

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‎‎☆ General headcanons ☆

ㅤ＝ Guest, is VERY ticklish, but the others learnt very quickly to back off and not tickle him. He's a MAJOR fighter, as he thrashes, squirms, hits, bites, do ANYTHING to get away.

ㅤ＝ Guest has broken a bed frame before, having your arms tied to the headboard is NAWT for the weak.

ㅤ＝ Guest has very rough, thick skinned hands from his days working as a soldier leaving him hardened.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤLer headcanons ୨୧

ㅤ⌑ Despite his apparent 'aggressive' behaviour, Guest is actually quite polite and caring, comfort [despite how rough he gets] tickles are his go-to as a father. Bad day? Better hide from tickle-monster Guest, because after a round of finishing generators, he's more than awake to WRECK whoever is upset.

ㅤ⌑ Guest uses [platonic or not ] kisses to tickle people. IM SORYR IM SORRY IM A SUCKER FOR RASPBERRIES. Guest's beard stubble adds to the stimulation, and he uses that to his advantage. Guest is not above rubbing his face into people's tickle spots if it makes them laugh.

ㅤ⌑ Guest has trouble understanding when he goes too far, and there has been multiple times where he will be tickling a survivor, and then, tears. Guest cannot control his own strength. Gentle tickles? Not with Guest. Be prepared to be held down and tickled to HELL and BACK. Unless you ask him. If you ask him, he'll try his darndest to be gentle. Don't expect much though. Poor dude struggles with being gentle with anyone that isn't a child </3

ㅤ⌑ SUPER FUCKING TEASY. Guest is willing to do WHATEVER it takes to make a survivor laugh. Anticipation? Child's play. Verbally teases his lee for as long as the tickle session goes on. Guest will even act a little silly if need be, after all, it only takes a simple clonk to the head for a survivor to get the message if they mock him. He's not one to back down from a few cheesy jokes and pet names.

ㅤ⌑ " Oh, yes, I'm sure it tickles. Why don't you just . . run away, then? Hmm? It can't POSSIBLY tickle that much if you're not fighting. "

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𒀭 Lee headcanons 𒀭

ㅤ⨾ If one is to want to tickle Guest, but don't have the resources or strength to hold him down, their best bet is to offer a back massage. Guest has a SORE back from carrying most of the heavy things back and forth from survivor headquarters, as well as carrying harmed survivors back to base, so, his back, is HEAVILY sensitive. Guest being on his stomach disarms him to an extent, but, it's only a matter of time until he wiggles out.

ㅤ⨾ Otherwise, Guest's other tickle spots are pretty common-place, but get hard to get to when one is to have a fighter like Guest. Ribs, sides, stomach, but, most importantly, his armpits.

ㅤ⨾ If someone managed to get Guest's armpits while he is incapacitated to some extent, he will become a complete mess. I'm talking throwing his head back, bawling with laughter, barking empty threats, whatever.

ㅤ⨾ He has a very deep belly laugh, Guest doesn't hold back with his laughter, and swearing, ohh boy, if you don't like swearing, do NOT tickle Guest.

#forsaken tickles #forsaken tickle #forsaken tickle headcanons #Guest 1337 forsaken tickle #Guest 1337 tickle #forsaken tickle drabbles #tickle headcanons #sfw tickle blog #is it obvious I'm a lee....

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swimmingcirclesstuff · 2 days ago

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You got a death wish kid? (daryl dixon x reader)

summary- You get stuck on a run with your enemy daryl dixon. but what happens when you suddenly connect?

warnings- smut, pet names, enemies to WHATEVER THEY ARE IDEK, possible age gap (most definitely honestly), kinda angtsy?? idrk, talks of death, I THINK THATS ALL???

word count- 2k

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For backstory, as long as I could remember, me and daryl dixion have despised one another. Dirty looks from across the room, constant bickering and name calling you know the works.

“y/n please go for me. glenn wants me to stay and take care of him.” maggie pleads, chasing me around the kitchen like we were playing tag. I sigh and throw my bag onto the counter in defeat. Obviously I cant ever say no to Maggie but why not tease her a bit before she gets her way?.

“I feel like if Glenn can survive months on the road without you, then he can survive in a comfortable bed with his DEATHLY cold while you go on your run..” I say dramatically putting my hand on my head while watching maggie stare daggers into my soul. “What do I have to do for you to say yes?” “Wash my clothes for the rest of the month. “Deal.”

So that's how I ended up sitting in the back seat with rosita while abraham and you guessed it daryl dixion sat up front looking for the best place to stop. Funny how maggie forgot to mention the biggest prick still alive would be joining me.

She's gonna be washing my clothes for the rest of her life

After what feels like a lifetime of abrahams horrendous driving, we miraculously arrive. Immediately, I grab my gun and my bag and get out of the car trying to walk towards the warehouse when someone grabs my arm. my head flips around to see none other than dixon holding me back. He had some nerve. “Get your hand off me before i shoot it off.” I say shooting him with an innocent smile. “Easy kid, we aint even gotta plan yet. Tryna get’yr ass bit?” he says just as calmly as i did almost trying to mock me and releases his grip.

”Its a fucking OFFICE warehouse what could we possibly need a plan for.” i say dramatically throwing my arms in the air and groaning.

“Alright we need to take this place in duos so we all get to go home.” abraham says holding his gun like its his first born fucking baby. “1 man 1 woman for each so you girls have some armour with you.”

of fucking course.

“You say this like a woman can't defend herself.” rosita says raising her brows. God i love her. “Take it or leave it sweetheart, wanna stand her all day with our dicks in our hands be my fucking guest.” he says begining to walk away. Rosita rolls her eyes and ends up following right behind him

Daryl has that stupid smirk on his face “looks like its jus me and you princess.” he says, staring me down. All I can do is tut and start walking away from the archer.

God I hate him and god I hate that maggie had me stuck with him. She would hear about this till the day she fucking died.

“Not T’smart to go on your lonesome doll.” daryl states striding infront of me faster than light. “Id say its smart if im stuck with you.” I say pushing past him and opening the door to reveal a huge abandoned office warehouse. i groan like a bratty child at the sight.

“What the fuck do we even need in an office warehouse” I groan. All daryl does is grumble. Is that his only talent?

“Lets split up to get it done quicker.” I suggest. Not only would it get done quicker but I can get away from dixon.

Win win.

“If its whatchu want darlin’.” he says pushing past me to go search

God I forgot how much I hated him and his stupid nicknames he called me which he only did because he knew how much I hated it. Its like her lives to annoy me.

I keep trying to tell myself to search faster so i can go yell at Maggie quicker. this makes me completely zone in on the search and im honestly certain this lame ass office warehouse wont have any danger.

“Jesus christ” I breathe out completely winded from the 15 heavy old paperwork stuffed boxes.

Why are we even raiding out an office warehouse? How will papers and pens help us survive? Nonetheless, I have to keep searching.

After what feels like hours I basically collapse and lean into the table behind me for a moment. Its oddly quiet. The air suddenly feels thicker. I think nothing of it till im turned around only to be face to face with a walker.

Holy shi-” the vicious growls wont allow me to even finish my thought. “Where the fuck is my gun!” i cry out. God why did i abandon it. Damn me for being so cocky.

At this point all i can think to do is run because how else do i take this fucker down. “Fuck!” of course i trip now out of all times to be in a serious situation i must trip now. Looking down, my ankles absolutely fucked. No way could I even try to get up and run now.

For once, i feel small and hopeless.

Is this really how I die? At times like these, I wish Daryl was searching with me.

All i can try to do is pushas far back as I possibly can till my back hits the wall. All i can do now is be silent with the hopes of a desperate miracle

Suddenly, all I hear is an arrow fired and the growling suddenly seizes. I open my shaky eyes to see daryl looking insanely aggravated with me.

You got a death wish kid?” he grumbles to me, yanking the arrow from the walker's cold bloody head.

Coulda got yr’self killed!” he yells extending his arm to try and help me up. “i know you love being a knight in shining armour but i cant get up myself.” now i remember why he sucks.

I begin getting up but through all the commotion I completely forget my hurt foot and cry out in pain when I try to get up. Daryl looks me up and down and eyes my foot understanding the problem. “Shh i know baby i know lemme help you.” he says completely changing his angry tone and scoping me up bridal style and carrying me to an office room. hes suddenly not completely unbearable?

If i wasnt hurt trust me id be yelling and screaming for help from your greasy ass” i grumble out in anger.He places me gently down on the floor and goes to grab old bandages he had placed on the table while scavenging.

. “Shits gon hurt baby jus hold on” you close you eyes and prepare for him to take your foot and doctor it. “And how is it you ended up actually finding something?” i say trying to ignore the pain coming for me. “Luck i guess” he mumbles.

As the bandage slowly tightens i cry out. Could he not have found a whole first aid kit instead? “I know kid i know be brave.” he whispers to me moving the hair out of my face with his free hand. Damn i wish i could say some cocky shit right now.

He continues doctoring me up to the best of his abilities without the proper supplies but it ends up being a pretty okay bandage job for a rugged asshole like dixon.

“Should be a’good till we get back.” he says staring me down. I hate to say it but Something about him is drawing me in.

I mean obviously i know daryl dixon wasnt a bad looking guy but i never realized he wasnt a complete asshole.

“Could have left me for dead” i say jokingly, smirking at him.

“T’pretty to leave baby”

I look up at his jaw agape like a drooling dog. Did daryl fucking dixon think i was pretty.

My brain goes numb. I cant even tell you why I ever hated this man. Subconsciously, I pull his face closer to my own. Inches apart, all I feel his warm breath on my chapped lips.

“Dont start somethin’ you cant finish darlin’” he says looking into your eyes like hes dissecting everything they have ever seen. “Ill be able to finish this” I say smirking he immediately smashes his lips into yours.

I immediately part my lips to allow entrance for his tongue. All i can taste on him is cigarettes.

And god did it taste wrong.

Daryl picks me up bridal style and gently places me on the table and goes in to attack my neck. ‘Lemme make you feel g’baby” he says in between gentle kisses on your neck.

“Daryl not here-” i say trying to hold in my moans. “Its okay baby im right here ill protect you yeah?”

he starts working his way down to my exposed stomach from my cropped shirt and licks a stripe up my abdomen.

I cant muffle my light grunts any longer and let one slip.

“Daryl i need.” i say breathless. “Tell me what you need baby.” “you- please.”

Immediately he pulls of my shorts and pulls my panties to the side. “God yr’beautiful sweetheart.” he says through a groan. I blush and look away.

“No no baby let me see that gorgeous face.” he tilts my chin towards him so im forced to look at him. “Imma take good care alright?” i nod at him and let him proceed.

He starts kissing my inner thighs trying to edge me on. His cockiness clearly never stops.

All i do is whine desperately waiting for his tongue on my bud. “Getting there be patient baby.” he says and immediatley inserts a single finger into me. I cry out in pleasure. “God yr’already wet fr’me?” he tsks. “So so needy pretty girl.”

“More! Please!” is all i can manage to cry out. He obliges and adds a second finger. I desperately moan as he curls his fingers just right. “shhh its okay baby feels good hm?” he asks caressing my cheek. I nod aggressively.

He moves his head down without another word and his tongue attacks my bud. I cry out as my back arches. God ive never felt sex like this. This felt unreal.

“Cant-” “i know baby its okay you can let go.” “i nod and moan for the final time as i release onto daryls fingers. “Holy shit.” i gasp out looking at him remove his fingers and lick my juices in one swipe.

I look down to see his bulge. “Do you want me to?” i say gesturing my eyes down at his clearly hard on.

“Id love to see you on your knees for me baby but a pretty girl like you should have a pillow aint that right?”

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authors note- this is my first time sharing my work so I did my best! I hope you enjoy (i did not proof read sorry 💔) ~ A 🤍

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader #daryl x female reader #daryl x y/n #the walking dead #rick grimes #maggie rhee #glenn rhee #abraham twd #rosita espinosa #rick twd

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