#the mistake wasn't mine and i asked twice if it was all right and good about the payment and was said yes so

[ginkovskij]

i ordered two pizzas and for mistakes and chance i didn't pay any. nice, i guess.

[visualtaehyun]

I'm not making the same dumb mistake twice in a row so- 'Chop' Anon, please find the long answer to your ask right here! And curse this hellsite for eating asks...

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

Anon, my answer is gonna be twofold. The word ชอบ /chaawp/ = 'like' comes up a lot this episode and you can see that it can be used exactly the same as in English, platonically or romantically, it really just depends on context. And as you said, Jane does have the context of catching Ryan staring at him, getting flustered, trying to act nonchalant, talking to himself, zoning out, and generally acting real fucking weird lmao all throughout the episode. It's no wonder that he assumes Ryan's hangry or mad again, even checking for stomach rumbles 😂

The word 'like'

Thai has this fun feature where you don't always need to use pronouns or any other qualifying words to denote who or what you're referring to which can be both a boon cause it simplifies talking by assuming others will know the meaning from a previous or given context (or you intentionally omit that meaning!) and a curse cause it makes translating nuance a bit of a struggle sometimes 🥴

For example, this routinely happens in short question-answer exchanges but I'll let you be the judge:

- Pie: แกชอบป่ะ /gae chaawp bpa/ = You like [it]? - Ryan, only staring at Jane: ชอบ /chaawp/ = [I] like [🤡?]. - Jane, turning around: [🤡?] - Me @ translating stuff like this: 🤡

เขาดูเหมื่อนชอบพี่เจนนะครับ /khao duu meuuan chaawp phi Jane na khrap/ = I'm jealous because Khun Joy keeps hitting on you. lol just kidding subs are right on

- Jane: แบบนี้ ชอบไหมครับ /baaep nee, chaawp mai khrap/ = lit.: Like this/this way, [do you] like [it]? -> this sounds like an odd thing to say to a client in both English and Thai lmao clearly you'd usually ask if it's 'okay' or 'good' or something like that but the script needed to set up Khun Joy's flirty answer - Joy: ชอบตั้งแต่แรกแล้ว /chaawp dtang dtaae raaek laaeo/ = [I've] liked [🤡?] since the beginning.

I'll get back to Ryan's last 'like' at the end~

Jane and pronouns

The second part of my answer is how interesting and, frankly, puzzling I find Jane in how he talks to Ryan. Up until part [2/4] Jane actually completely omits any pronouns with him, as he's done frequently in the past. But when he does use them with Ryan- boy oh boy, he's kinda all over the place this episode! If Ryan wasn't so busy stewing in his confused feelings and jealousy, he might've noticed that Jane keeps flip-flopping between very different choices. Kudos to P'Baimon for catching Jane acting like a lovesick fool too that one time he's smiling at the printer 👀

Here's every single instance of Jane using 1st and 2nd pers. pronouns with Ryan, every other time you read any 1st or 2nd pers. pronouns in the subs in conversation with Ryan, he actually omits them, which is most of the time!

1) When they're unseriously fighting in front of the printer:

เรานี่แหละ ประหลาด /rao nee lae, bpra laat/ เราเป็นเด็กฝึกงานของพี่ /rao bpen dek feuk ngaan khaawng phi/ -> 🫣 that last one got me a bit shy with the ของพี่ /khaawng phi/ (= mine, my [...], lit. phi's [...]) and I think the editor agrees with me there, considering the music cut out lol

2) When Jane discovers the broken bottle debacle and turns to Ryan:

คุณไปรอผมที่ห้อง /khun bpai raaw pom thee haawng/ -> back to formal pronouns again, either because they're not alone or because he's about to scold Ryan or both even

3) When Jane scolds Ryan:

ถ้ามีคนเป็นอะไรขึ้นมา คุณรับผิดชอบไหวหรอ /thaa mee khohn bpen a rai kheun maa, khun rap phit chaawp wai raw/ -> still formal

แล้วมีพี่ให้โทรหาคนเดียวหรอ /laaeo mee phi hai thoh haa khohn diiao raw/ พี่รู้เรื่องนี้คนเดียวหรอ /phi ruu reuuang nee khohn diiao raw/ -> arguably softening his scolding a bit by switching to the more familiar พี่ /phi/ they established at the end of last ep., maybe because of Ryan's voice too which at this point sounds close to tears

And then Ryan is crying 🥺 Oof. Honestly? Jane was actually harsh this time! But rightfully so too, and it's very much in line with his principles and character. And he does immediately apologize for raising his voice and being so harsh, exactly like he told Ryan he would, in ep. 3, if he did wrong by him:

ที่หงุดหงิดเนี่ย เพราะว่าพี่เป็นห่วง /thee ngoot ngit niia, phraw waa phi bpen huuang/ = That [I got so] angry is because I was/am worried. แล้วก็ขอโทษด้วยที่พูดแรง ๆ เมื่อกี้ /laaeo gaaw khaaw thoht duuay thee phuut raaeng raaeng meuua gee/ -> no pronouns here again

This is probably just me being me lol but it's giving Lian harshly scolding Kuea in Cutie Pie when he puts himself in danger mishandling a knife and then immediately softening when Kuea starts crying.

ถ้ามันมีคนได้รับบาดเจ็บ ตัวแกเองนั่นแหละจะเป็นต้นเหตุ /thaa man mee khohn dai rap baat jep, dtuua gae eng nan lae ja bpen dtohn heht/

By this point, I was literally like 'Huh. What even is going on, he's so all over the place in terms of pronoun use, where did this แก come from all of a sudden?' My reading of this is that he's actually just as unsure and confused about Ryan and his feelings for him as Ryan has been all episode.

แก /gae/ is an informal familiar 2nd pers. pronoun that's a little impolite but not nearly as rude as มึง /meung/ and can similarly express closeness with someone you know well, it's used between age mates or for someone younger. In Thai BL, you hear แก /gae/ a lot more from or between girl friends than the rude pronoun of choice between guy friends, มึง /meung/. If you scroll back up, you'll see that Pie called Ryan แก /gae/ as well! The kids are a different story though, they all use a variety of different pronouns amongst each other, depending on context, mood, situation, individual relationship, ... I ain't getting into that lol it would take forever to explain, please no one get any ideas asking me about all of that 🥴

So here we are again with the word 'like'

ผมชอบงานนี้ ชอบที่นี้ /pom chaawp ngaan nee. chaawp thee nee/ แล้วก็ชอบพี่ดว้ย /laaeo gaaw chaawp phi duuay/

Arthur meme meets 😦 emoji

Sometimes Jane looks at Ryan like he's trying to solve a puzzle. It seems like he just realized that they're having two different conversations. But judging from his subtle reactions-- He's not dumb enough to assume that Ryan means it any other way than romantically, considering Ryan's odd behavior all throughout the episode too. Looking at the preview, I think he's gonna refuse to acknowledge Ryan's clearly romantic feelings though, not least of all because HR is already looming in the background, ready to go 🚨!!!

หรือเป็นเพราะผมบอกชอบพี่ไปแล้ว [...] /reuu bpen phraw pom baawk chaawp phi bpai laaeo/ = lit.: Or it's because I've told you I like you [...] -> บอกชอบ /baawk chaawp/ = lit. tell like; tell someone you like them (romantically), confess to liking someone

So! ชอบ /chaawp/ isn't exclusively romantic, same as the English 'like', but there's just no way around how Ryan meant this. And Jane knows it 🌚🌝 Hope my rambles satisfied your curiosity, anon!

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

To Find What Once Was Lost

Warnings: None really. Some angst. Regrets.

Summary: Y/N has found Dean, can she find what they lost when she said goodbye?

Pairings: Dean x Y/N

Word Count: 1250

A/N: So this fic is a sequel to Love Misunderstood. That little drabble was written just over a year ago, and I've been meaning to write this almost ever since.

@paarthurnax59 sent a very kind ask inquiring about a part 2 for them, and I was quickly inspired to write this sequel. It's more than twice as long as the first one - sorry! Couldn't keep this one short and sweet. 😏

Anyway, hope you all enjoy them both!

P.S. For reference, I pictured the first part of the story taking place when Dean was around 22 or 23. (2001/2002 - ish) This one is supposed to take place almost 11 years later, when Dean was 33/34 (2012/2013 - ish.) So around season 8. But there's room for interpretation as your imagination prefers. 😊

The day he stepped back into my life was just an idle Tuesday. I’d spent more than a decade avoiding him one way or another, either by design or by accident. 

Then one Tuesday night in Stedman’s Bar and Grill - there he was, leaning against the bar, swirling a glass of cheap whiskey.

Dean Winchester. 

The boy that I loved without understanding that I did. The boy who told me he loved me just so I could stomp on his heart. The boy I regretted more than any other mistake I’d made, and I’d made a lot of them. 

I stared at him across the room and the first thing I realized was that he wasn't a boy anymore. 

In some ways he still looked exactly the same, the same perfect profile, the same wide, disarming smile, the same jewel-bright green eyes that widened with surprise when they caught mine from across the room. 

But as I stared at him, I saw the differences too. When I’d known him, he’d been tall and muscular, but still a little lanky, as though he hadn’t quite grown into his size yet, like a puppy.

Now, he’d definitely achieved his full potential. His body was thick and broad, sturdy, like an oak tree - one that had weathered years and years of storms.

As he walked slowly towards me, his glass of whiskey in hand, I could see the changes in his face too. He was still inordinately beautiful - there was something almost surreal about that kind of beauty - but there was a warning in his eyes now, a set to his mouth that was harder. His smile was more cautious, less automatic.

He approached my table and my heart beat wildly. Then he spoke and I realized another big change.

“Hey, Y/N, long time no see.”

Like the rest of him, his voice had matured, deepened significantly. It was rougher, harder. But it had also gained the power to make an electric shiver run up my spine.

I tried to remember how to smile, as I greeted him. “Yeah, a long time. How…how are you?”

He shrugged and gestured to the chair across from me, questioning. I gave a nod. “Yeah, please, sit.”

He sat down and took a sip from his glass. “I’m good. You?”

I laughed lightly, nervously. “Well, over the last ten years or so?” I tilted my head. “Mostly okay.”

He frowned. “Hasn’t been ten years.”

I nodded. “You’re right, closer to eleven.”

I saw realization slowly dawn in his eyes and I chuckled. “Yeah.”

A charged silence descended and I knew we were both remembering that last meeting. I knew my memory of it was shrouded in regret and pain. How did he remember it?

As the time that bitch ripped his heart out? Puppy love for an unremarkable and undeserving girl? Or was his memory of me muted and fuzzy around the edges? 

Was I just a distant memory he had trouble accessing? 

I wanted to ask him, but I couldn’t. Because what if I told him I remembered everything about our time together, that I remembered the way he smelled when he was fresh out of the shower, that I still make grilled cheese sandwiches the way he taught me, that I can’t listen to Nothing Else Matters because it makes me cry to remember the way he held me pressed close to him in the back of the Impala while it played softly over the radio.

What if I told him all those things and he remembered nothing, or he remembers and doesn’t care, remembers and curses my name, remembers and knows he dodged a bullet.

The endless what ifs kept my mouth sealed tight.

He cleared his throat. “So, still hunting?”

I nodded, grateful for the conversational lifeline. “Yeah, still at it. You too, from what I hear.” I smiled. “Thanks for uh…saving the world.”

He snorted softly, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Yeah, no problem. Nothin’ else to do that day.”

I grinned. “Well, good thing.”

His smile softened slightly, and he sighed deeply. “Y/N Y/L/N.” 

I returned the soft smile. “Dean Winchester.”

In the renewed silence I heard a distant alarm bell going off in the back of my mind. For years I’d wanted the chance to tell him I was sorry, that I regretted hurting him, that he wasn’t wrong, it was love between us, that I’d been a fool. 

And now my mouth was sealed shut. But I was the one who did the hurting, and even though Dean was the one who walked out the door, I was the one who ended what we had. So, I had to be the one to speak first. 

With determination and terror I pried open my jaw and let my cartwheeling thoughts fall out.

“This is probably gonna be stupid and maybe you don’t care, or maybe you don’t wanna hear it, but I need to say I’m sorry.”

Dean was frowning. “No, Y/N-”

But I cut him off. “Please, yes. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long that I was the one who was wrong. I told you you were mistaken, that you didn’t love me, that we didn’t love each other, but I was so wrong. I was just a scared, stupid kid and I’ve regretted hurting you every day since. Because, you did love me, I did love you, it was real. Okay, maybe it was young and untested, but it was real. And…well, I’m just sorry I couldn’t understand that then.”

My voice got quiet. “I think about you a lot, and I always hope you’re well, happy.” I looked at him, my expression turning the statement into a question, and he just shrugged.

“I’ve been happy.” He paused a beat and then scoffed. “Been miserable and scared and broken, and stomped on quite a bit too.” He answered with a lopsided, heartbreaking smile. “But yeah, I’ve been happy.”

He caught my eye. “I’m happy now.”

My heart grew and thumped against my ribcage and I couldn’t help the tears that came to my eyes. I blinked them away and reached across the table to put my hand on his, smiling wide. “I’m happy too.”

He shook his head, inhaling deeply, and exhaling slowly. “Man, I’ll tell you one thing - I missed that smile.”

I felt myself blush and Dean chuckled and winked. “Missed making you blush too.”

I waved away his flirtations, though they made my pulse race, and I gave him a serious look. “Do you accept my apology? Forgive me?”

Dean’s face was gentle now, closer to the soft boy I remembered, though still forever altered. “Yeah, sweetheart. Long time ago. Life’s too short and mean to hold on to old hurts.”

A shy smile turned up the corner of his mouth and he stared into his whiskey. “Still think about you lots though too, still…still regret walking away.”

I squeezed his hand. “You’re right, gotta let go of those regrets.”

He looked back up at me and nodded. “Yeah, and maybe…?” 

I got lost in the forest of his eyes for a moment, but then raised an eyebrow in question. “Maybe…what?”

He shrugged, his expression sheepish. “Maybe start making new memories instead?”

There was a familiar warmth in his gaze that had goosebumps racing across my skin and the blush back in my cheeks.

“Yeah, definitely, new memories, new chances?”

He raised his glass of whiskey and winked at me again. “I’ll drink to that.”

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[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

So I’ve been into bookbinding lately (thanks, adhd randomized hyperfocus) and have wanted to try my hand at binding a novel, instead of just blank books. But, alas, I have not written a novel and didn't want to do a collection of short stories. Plus printing and binding my own stories feels, I don't know, kinda weirdly egocentric.

Then I read @applecrumbledore’s Pine sweat and fell so in love with it that I asked Roni if I could bind their story into a book. I offered to make two copies and send them one. They graciously agreed and I set out on a months long slog through learning typesetting and figuring out the logistics of printing a book.

I had to pick the right paper (went with a 24 lb 100% cotton in ivory), the right fonts, find the right leather and fabric for the quarter binding I wanted to do, and find a coordinating endpaper.

And figured out how (and where) to print it.

Finally had two copies printed! Now onto assembly...

So once I had my copy done, and figured out what I was doing, it was time to move onto the author’s copy…

Done! So much better than the first copy (hooray for learning as we go). Mistakes I made that I fixed for the author's copy...

As I was sewing the 2nd copy together I realized that I'd double printed one of the signatures and, sure enough, my copy has pages 155-174 twice... *sad trombone* But I caught the error in time so the 2nd copy doesn't duplicate any pages. And luckily I didn't accidentally skip any pages, that would have been a much more upsetting problem.

On my copy I'd tried to trim the leading edge of the pages, but I don't have the proper tools to do it so I butcher the edge. This is bugs me, but I took it as a learning experience and my copy will serve as a reminder to not do that again.

I cut the case boards a little too small on mine, adjusted on the 2nd copy and they turned out perfect.

I didn't get the end papers lined up quite right on mine, and although the front end paper creased weirdly near the spine on the 2nd copy, it still looks so much better that it's an acceptable flaw.

All in all, this was a really positive experience and I'm still riding the creative high that comes from making a thing that is, frankly, beautiful. Now I want to make more, I just need to find a better way to print since I don't think my work would appreciate me printing smutty fan fiction on their laser printers 😬

September 7th, 2023 - I mailed @applecrumbledore the second copy today and it wasn't lost on me how fitting it seemed that the mid-Atlantic region, where I live, is having a heatwave (high of 93ºF/34ºC today). But I'm not posting this until they receive it, so as not to spoil the surprise of the reveal, so maybe, things will be cooler then.

Sept. 14th, 2023 - It arrived! Happily in good condition. And it is cooler!!! Not as cold as the end of the story certainly, no blizzards anytime soon (I hope) but only 66ºF/19ºC at it's destination. So it's cracking me up that the book's journey took it from sweltering heat to cool-ish temps sort of like the story.

[littlewriterfullofwords]

Dream

Pairing: Andy Strucker x fem!reader

Summary: Andy and Y/N used to be together, but after Andy joined the Inner Circle, and Y/N found a way to make her spy-plan work, they weren't on a good hand

Reader description: Y/N is a mutant who as a kid used to train with Lorna. She saw her as an older sister and when she grew up Lorna was her best friend. Y/N can control temperature, that's why she can create a snow, and controls sound.

Warnings: fluff at the beginning, little angst at the end

A/N: I saw a post where someone (@thorpeobsessed) reblogged another post asking for Andy Strucker fanfictions. So here I am.... Please enjoy and tell me if you find any mistakes

Ps. Probably will write more with Andy and for sure with Xavier and with Percy because I'm fucking obsessed with all three of them^^ Masterlist

Your giggle filled the night world, making boy next to you also laugh. His eyes were following your fingers as they were moving, making snow fall on your hand. The snow you've created out of the pouring rain.

"We need to come back inside." you whispered as you looked at you two, totally soaked wet. "Your mum will be mad at me for keeping you out in a rain. At night. I am dead. I need to say goodbye to everyone."

"I will protect you." Andy ran his fingers through your hair and smiled at you with admiration in his eyes. "Don't worry about her."

"My knight." you laughed as you moved closer to the boy, your lips almost touching, only to quickly get up and look at the brown haired from above. "Let's go, knight. Or you will get ill and I will have to protect you."

"Ay." Andy followed your move up and chuckled as you again dodged him and his kiss. "Don't tease me."

"Or what, mr von Strucker?" you laughed as you disappeared for a second behind a column. "Should I be scared?"

"I don't know, should you?" Andy suddenly appeared in front of you with his unique smile you loved so much and this light in his dark eyes. "Are you scared?"

"Not at all." you tiptoed to reach his lips with yours, your eyes closed along with his as Andy's hand moved to the side of your neck and rested there.

The kiss was gentle yet passionate, full of unsaid words, not shown feelings....

And that was only a memory...one of many you had, but the one which you have been recollecting the most these days when you were observing now white haired Andy with a new chick, Rebecca, going out together as you were babysitting Dawn.

You weren't the member of the Inner Circle, but you somehow managed to get them to let you stay as a babysitter. It's not like it wasn't your plan from the beginning.

"Hi. Is she okay?" When only you heard the door, you wiped out your tears as fast as possible so Lorna who came in wouldn't see them.

"Yeah. She's sleeping." you looked at the baby and faked a smile. "She's so lucky to be your baby."

"You were once mine as well." Lorna reminded you of times when she had been your teacher, older sister and best friend, when you both had been fighting arm by arm against Sentinel Services. "I still see you as my little sister. But siblings part, that's life. And those...those are our paths. Those are our choices."

"I know." the cradle swung slightly once or twice under your touch. "I know."

"We will be back late." said Lorna before she kissed her baby's forehead and left the room.

You've never tried to leave the building...why? You didn't have the answer for that question but when the Inner Circle, without Sage and Esme, left, you started thinking about it. I mean, you had this weird bracelet but it's never done anything. It for wasn't like those collars in the prisons everyone had been talking about. Nothing could actually go bad, right? You decided to try that out. I wouldn't call that sneaking out, but it was like sneaking out...

"I am going to the kitchen...for a snack." you informed two left women in the operation room as you headed to the stairs and went downstairs.

When you were sure no one was around, your only way out of the building was an elevator. And that was your mistake. As soon as you touched the button to call the elevator, the bracelet on your wrist electrocuted you and knocked on the floor.

"Are you going somewhere?" Reeva, Andy and Lorna came out of the elevator.

When the white haired boy saw you on the floor and in pain he immediately knelt by your side.

"Y/N." he whispered and tried to help you get up. "Are you okay?"

"Get away from me!" you yelled and with your powers, a tunnel of sound, you pushed him few meters away. "Go to your new girlfriend. She needs you more than I do."

"You see what you get from trying to leave." Reeva squatted next to you and pointed at the bracelet. "It presses two arteries on your wrist...if electrocuted enough, they can knock you out easily. The sensors in the buttons activate the bracelet...you can't leave. Lock her somewhere."

"But Dawn needs her." opposed Lorna.

"Then lock her in your room." Reeva walked pass everyone and headed upstairs.

Andy got up from the floor and looked at still curled up girl with sadness in his eyes. They used to be close...now it all was gone.

"Let's go." Lorna grabbed you by arm and helped climb up to the next floor. "I don't want to lock you down. I really don't. I will have to."

"Then do." your voice was cold like the snow you could create. "I won't hurt, Dawn. I am not that evil. The windows are unbreakable. I won't kick out the door. Don't worry, I will stay."

"Can I talk to her for a second?" asked Andy before Lorna locked the door. "Please."

"Come in."

The green haired woman closed the door behind the boy's back and let the two of you have some space.

"What do you want? Your girlfriend left you or you did that first?" little Dawn's eyes met yours as you were swinging her cradle peacefully.

"Are you jealous?" Andy made a step closer but you stopped him by turning your head his way...your eyes were cold and empty, like if you were dead.

"Jealous? Hah. In your dreams." you shook your head. "You left me because of this 'amazing plan the Inner Circle has'. Really? And when I kind of joined it, I found out you got yourself a new girlfriend. Amazing. You moved on fast."

"You are jealous."

"Not jealous, disappointed." your voice became softer, calmer, quieter. "Hurt. I can go on, but why? You don't care anyway. Tell Rebecca that I pity her. Now leave. Dawn needs to sleep."

[arbuz-ik]

Touch myself

(The title is taken from one GRLwood song because I love that song, lol.)

Pairing: Sylvie x fem!reader

Word count: 4.1k

I hope there are no mistakes here.

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Sylvie was glad to finally get some rest. She knew that Loki would not have made such a sacrifice for nothing. He wanted the best for her, even if it wasn't going to be with him. Loki did what needed to be done and what needed to be done, as Sylvie certainly didn't want to sit in one place somewhere in ruins for the rest of her very long life, and Loki knew it.

Sylvie walked down the road and drank a soda from McDonald's, already thinking about how she would have a good strong coffee after she got back to her small flat. Tomorrow she also had a shift at McDonald's, but Sylvie wasn't complaining. Everything was fine until a text message arrived on her mobile phone. She knew that storing future technology in 1983 wasn't a good idea, but it was the only communication she had with you.

"What are you doing?" your message read. Easy and simple enough, making Sylvie smirk in thought.

She had met you before the whole Loki thing. Sylvie had accidentally fallen into your timeline then, as TemPad's charge was running low. So she had to stay at your flat for a while, and you two... Yeah. Yeah, and it seems like Sylvie knew you didn't mind her coming round afterwards, so she came round to fuck.

And then the whole Loki thing, TVA, and then McDonald's, where she could finally think things through. You loved her, really, even though she'd thought it was just sex before. But now the two of you were almost like a couple.

"Coming home from work." replied Sylvie dryly.

You never liked that. Sylvie only sent you hearts emojis when she was maxed out drunk, and mostly everything was short, to the point, and literate.

"Shame it's without me." was the reply, which made Sylvie take another sip. She knew what you'd texted her for.

***

Sylvie arrived home about ten minutes later. Her coat was now lying on the sofa and she was in a grey t-shirt and plain pants, sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee while it was night outside.

Sylvie couldn't have come to your timeline so often. Firstly she didn't want to spoil you, secondly she was working, thirdly she just liked to know how you were writhing with desire because she only came to you twice a month.

"I know what you're writing to me for." wrote Sylvie, waiting for a reply, which of course wouldn't come, so she wrote a couple more minutes later. "Thinking about me again? Dirty. Very dirty."

"I'm sorry, Sylvie, sometimes I just can't stand it."

"You never know how to do that."

You sighed unhappily as you read the message. Your own hand slid more slowly under your trousers now, as you didn't expect Sylvie to text again. Your own room was dark and quiet, apart from the heavy breathing and the fact that you were typing with one hand. "I can do that."

Sylvie smirked, even snorting, knowing you were lying stupidly.

"Masturbating, are you? I already know you're already imagining mine instead of your fingers, and thinking about how I could whisper some nasty things in your ear, right?" Sylvie knew you were probably already blushing and squealing at this. You were easy to tease.

Your fingers sped up slightly, though Sylvie looked completely neutral if you could see her. You bit your lip with a quiet moan. You missed her caresses, her hands, her voice and just her in general, so you had to do it almost every night. And you always loved it when Sylvie helped you with it, even like this.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Don't apologise. Just be my sweet princess and push your clit harder. Don't be shy, honey."

A slight moan escaped your lips and your hand did as Sylvie asked and goosebumps ran down your skin and the slight throbbing inside your body increased slightly.

"Will you want my photos afterwards?"

"Sure." Sylvie replied, taking a sip from her mug, biting her lip slightly. She did, after all, have a separate folder of such photos, which she was very fond of. "Now slowly insert another finger, don't be gentle."

There were now two fingers inside, causing a low sweet moan to escape your lips and your eyes to close for a moment in pleasure. Until another message came from Sylvie.

"Yes, move gently. Move and think it's me doing it. Except of course my rings on fingers won't be hitting your tender flesh with every thrust, but that's fine too." Sylvie felt that at this rate you would be coming to climax in about a minute, maybe less. She herself was already squirming in the chair, feeling aroused and eager. "Be a good girl for me."

Your hand moved faster and faster as you thought about how Sylvie could be here. You imagined how you could feel the slight chill coming from her, since she was half Jotun after all. Moans escaped your lips more and more as you reread Sylvie's messages over and over to cum.

"Obedient but dirty girl who likes to masturbate while she thinks of me and misses me." read another message, which was the last straw before your orgasm. It made your body shudder and your tongue stuck out for a couple of moments while requests popped out of your lips into the void.

After a moment, you calmed down, which allowed you to text Sylvie. Finally.

"You're going to get me someday."

"Don't worry, next time I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit up."

[mysmestranscripts]

ZEN After End

[Background: Jumin’s penthouse]

[Music: None]

Jumin: Bangladesh, Philipines... Not there.

Jumin: All the countries that are left... are small islands.

Jaehee: Where in the world do you think V is?

Jaehee: If you couldn't find him with all your connections, I think we should stop searching.

[Music: Mystic Chat]

TV: A! Celebrity News has the scoop. Echo Girl has been cast as the lead in the new period series "Moon and Stars". We've got the scoop at the scene.

Echo Girl: I have to thank the CEO of my management company for giving me such a good role. I just wanted to prove that young singers like me know how to act with this role.

Echo Girl: Famous singers like me have to pave a new path for the industry to improve you know.

Jaehee: You've had that TV for a long time.

Jumin: Nothing bad will come out of saving. I only watch it about twice a year. I don't feel the need to upgrade.

TV: The soundtrack album has been doing well at the charts too. An interesting fact about this new series! The rising star Zen has also been cast!

TV: Zen was involved in a sexual harassment scandal with Echo Girl two years ago, but his sincere press conference put him under a positive spotlight.

TV: We, here at A! News, gathered up our courage to request an interview with Echo Girl concerning this incident.

Echo Girl: What? Why are you asking me that? It's way in the past now and the misunderstanding was resolved. I hope to meet him in the professional world soon. No more comment.

Jaehee: That scandal is now an embarrassment in her career. Weren't you quite mischievous to cast them in the same series?

Jumin: I didn't give that order. If I had, Zen would be the lead and she'd have a supporting role.

Zen: Oh~ Is that what Kyungju said..? I-I mean, Echo Girl. Anyways, I just like to think that she was young and emotional back then and made a mistake. Anyways, the past isn't important for our acting.

Zen: Mr. Producer, please cut out that part about me calling her Kyungju. She hates it when people say her real name. I mean, I think the name's fine! Hahaha.

Jaehee: Her real name wasn't edited out I see.

[Music stops]

Jumin: That, I ordered.

Jaehee: ...

[Background: Black screen]

Staff: Take five everyone!

Echo Girl: The outtakes are all because of everyone else! Manager! Bring me some water!

Echo Girl: It's so hot here.

[Background: Zen After End 1]

[Music: Narcissistic Jazz]

Zen: I'm sorry I had to make you wait, sweetie!

Zen: …You waited long, right? Kyungju kept making mistakes so we couldn't get a good take.

Zen: I'm sure it must be hard following me around location shoots. Isn't it hard being on set? You can rest at the hotel… I mean, of course it really helps me that you're here.

Zen: Yeah! I love it! I'm so happy to see you watching me. I want you to be my manager forever.

Zen: I get to see you at home and at work… I can never get sick of my cutie pie's face…

Zen: But… why are you wearing such a low-cut top? What if the other crew members see you? We have a lot of young guys here.

Zen: It's okay when you're with me… but it bothers me. What if one of those guys stares at you while I'm focusing on my scene? You're mine…!

Zen: Ugh, alright… I won’t be so sensitive outside. But… let me make sure when we get home, that you’re mine.

Zen: Of course I’m yours. Thinking about possessing each other, it reminds me of the show I did before. Remember “Emperor’s Game”? The line went like this.

[Music: Lonely but Passionate Way]

Zen: From now on to the end of my life, you are mine and I am yours. While the sun rises from the East and sets in the West, you are my sun, my moon, and my stars.

Zen: Saying it in front of you really makes me feel it, MC…

Zen: I’m so grateful that we can be together like this. Don’t start blushing. You are always a blessing and my source of happiness… I want you to be proud of that.

Zen: Every morning when I see you asleep in bed, I tell myself that I will love you and always be true to you. Isn’t that pretty amazing?

Zen: No, what? I'm not practicing my lines.

Zen: I mean all of that. MC... When I see you fall asleep beside me every night... I think about our past, present and future...

Zen: Because we are each other's mirrors and our paths.

Zen: …I'm making you cringe? Sweetie, I guess you don't know what's really cringeworthy. I don't want to stop expressing my love. Look into my eyes.

Zen: MC, you are my life and my traces. Sometimes, we fight over small things, but our hearts are connected, so I'll start to understand everything you went through in your life when I wasn't there.

Zen: Because now, basically you are my life.

Zen: You are my sun, my moon, and my stars… No matter how far apart we are, we'll always think of each other…

Zen: Hahaha… Good job listening to all this, cutie.

[Background: Zen After End 2]

Zen: Even when the sun rises from the West and sets in the East, my heart will never change. My MC, I love you forever.

[cuuno-moved]

The Aro Team Rancher fic

(1748 words, no tws that i can think of)

It was, admittedly, very hard to feel guilty around Tango.

He was so forgiving, so casual about everything. Every time Jimmy messed up, every time he broke a tool or accidentally killed an animal, every time he thought he'd blown it for sure, Tango would just shrug it off, grin that needle-sharp grin at him and tell him it was alright, everyone made mistakes.

It was hard to feel guilty around Tango, but not impossible.

And Jimmy was nothing if not a guilty man.

First of all, he felt bad that Tango was stuck with him, instead of anyone else. He had been so close with Impulse and Bdubs in the past, and he was good friends with both Grian and Scar. Surely one of them would have made a better soulmate. 

Besides, Jimmy had the curse hanging over his head at all times: he was the first to die, every time, and Tango didn't deserve that. He deserved a winning chance, not to be tied to the canary in the coal mine, farming cows in an ugly dirt hut. He had to be bitter, even if he was too nice to say it. 

Worst of all, even if you ignored the curse, even if you pretended that they had a shot at winning, there was the fact that Jimmy- although he hated himself for it- just didn't like Tango.

He "liked" him, sure: the older man was kind and warm, and when they cuddled at night, Tango let him steal the blankets, but he didn't like him in the right way. He didn't love him.

He knew what love looked like, he'd seen Joel with Lizzie, he knew the gentle looks and soft touches that came with it, but he didn't know if he even wanted… that. He didn't know if he wanted someone to love him, knowing that if he messed up, they could leave him so easily. Or, worse, if they stayed, and he lost interest or realized he never had any to begin with, what then? Would he have to tell them he was wrong, that his love had been fake, conditional, wrong? 

Tango was his soulmate, they were supposed to be perfect for each other but, truthfully, Jimmy wasn't sure they were.

He thought, once or twice, about the concept of dating Tango, maybe even marrying him, just to see how it sat with him, and both times, he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth. 

He'd get sick of his voice first, he thought. The strange buoyant cadence with which the fairy spoke was calming, usually, but at some point, in the grand scheme of forever, it'd get old. 

He wasn't sure what Tango thought of their relationship.

He hadn't said anything to Jimmy about it, but… they were soulmates. Surely, he expected romance. Impulse and Bdubs, Tango’s closest friends, were married already, only days in, and Tango spent more than enough time at their place to no doubt get ideas about what a soul bond should or shouldn’t be. He'd also called Jimmy "babe" a few times, never in a conspicuous way, always just mid-sentence, but that was a romantic thing, so…

Jimmy had to do something.

He had to tell Tango, had to inform him that he didn’t want to be with him like that, because he was broken, and wrong, and didn’t love correctly.

But he wasn't sure how to do that.

They were soulmates, after all.

They were supposed to love each other.

They had to.

So he kept his mouth shut.

They were working on the house when it finally came up. The door wouldn't hang straight no matter how Tango tried, so he asked Jimmy to come take a look.

"Here, look here," Tango ran a long, thin finger over the top of the door frame. "Look at the gap. I don't know how to fix that."

"Uh," Jimmy said, trying his absolute best to remember how Scott had fixed it, back in Third Life. "I think… I don't know…"

Tango looked at him, his yellow eyes glittering unknowably for a moment. Jimmy braced himself for the insult, the cruel words, but then he shrugged.

“Ah well, damn it,” The older man chuckled, shrugging a shoulder casually. “I’ll message Impulse, see if he can come look at it. No harm, no foul.”

“Right,” Jimmy said, and then, weakly. “Sorry.”

“For what?” Tango huffed, stepping down from the chair he was balanced on and dragging it back to the crooked table. “I didn’t know either.”

“So maybe we’re both idiots,” Jimmy muttered, halfheartedly rapping his knuckles against the top of the door frame. “Good for us.”

Tango’s face screwed up at that. “Jim, babe, don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” Jimmy said, again, watching him deposit a handful of scrap wood in a chest. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Calling you… what? Jim?”

“No, babe. Why do you call me babe?”

“Uhhh,” Tango made a face, measuring out a handful of seeds from a bag. “Would you rather I not?”

“...Yeah,” Jimmy said. That was only the tip of the iceberg of his issues, but that was enough to warn the ship. “Yeah, it’s… not my favorite.”

“Okay, I’ll stop, then,” Tango said, putting the sack of seeds back, standing up again. He stood there for a second, just looking at Jimmy, before shrugging. “Is that it? Anything else?”

“No,” Jimmy stepped aside, expecting him to walk out, but he didn’t. “That’s all.”

“You know,” Tango said, narrowing his eyes at Jimmy in thought. “You know, we’re soulmates, we’re stuck together from here on out, if you have anything else, it’s better to say it than to keep it inside.”

“I know, I know, I just-” Jimmy hummed in frustration, glaring at the wall. “I’m not good at explaining things.”

“That’s alright, I’m usually pretty good at understanding,” Tango said, setting the handful of seeds on the table. “What’s up?”

“...You know how Scott and I were married, yeah?”

“Yeah?”

Jimmy huffed, annoyed with himself now. This wasn’t so hard to say in his head, didn’t feel so catastrophically important. “I didn’t… I didn’t want to be married to him. He kind of… I don’t know, he took things too far, and I didn’t know how to tell him to stop.”

“Oh.” Tango said, his jaw tight. 

“Not- not like that,” Jimmy said, quickly. “Not like that, just… and I don’t blame him, it was really my fault, but, uh…”

“Uh-huh,” Tango hummed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you… okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine, but, um,” Jimmy hissed out a nervous breath. “Uh, I figured that… since we’re soulmates… and since Impulse and Bdubs have already gotten married…”

Tango’s eyes widened abruptly, his mouth working for a few moments before he seemed to remember how to talk. “Are you- are you asking me to marry you-?”

“No! No, no, no, no, uh, the opposite, actually,” Jimmy said, and then, weakly. “I’m asking you… not to marry me?”

Tango blinked, before shaking his head and laughing in confusion. “Alright, you’ve lost me.”

“I want… I don’t want…” Jimmy whimpered, frustrated. His wings were pressed between his sweaty back and the wall and he took a moment to readjust them, and try to think of a way to phrase it. “There’s something wrong with me.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, like, uh. You know how people… fall in love? Like, they meet someone they like, and they spend time together, and as time goes on, they fall more and more in love with them?”

“Let me guess, you don’t?” Tango asked, something… almost hopeful in his voice. 

“No, I do. I mean, I get crushes, but then they almost always… go away? Or I realize I don’t like being in a relationship at all, or I get too stressed out over it. That’s what happened with Scott, I did really like him, but once we were married, I felt… I don’t know, I felt like whatever stupid crush I had on him wasn’t… worth it?”

“...So, you get crushes, but you don't like dating?” Tango asked, leaning on the table, rubbing his chin. “Huh.”

“...Sorry,” Jimmy said, softly. “I know you… I don’t know, you probably wanted a romantic relationship.”

“Huh?” Tango looked up at him, blinking absently, before his eyebrows suddenly raised as soon as he realized what the other man had said. “What gave you that idea?”

“I don’t know, that’s what soulmates are supposed to be, yeah? Like, the person you’re supposed to love forever?”

“Uh, no?” Tango frowned. “I mean, I was kinda… I might have been dozing off when Grian explained it, but I think it’s just someone who you, y’know, click with. Sometimes that’s a romantic thing, sometimes it’s a platonic thing.”

“So you don’t… you don’t want me to love you?”

The fairy laughed at that, but not a mean laugh. “No! I’m gonna be honest, I… I don’t really know if I’m even capable of loving people like that. Romance has never actually… appealed to me? Like, if you want to cuddle someone, just get a best friend?” He shrugged a shoulder. “I dunno, but I don’t really get the hype.”

“Have you never had a crush on someone?” Jimmy asked, surprised. “Ever?”

“Not really,” Tango shook his head. “Like, my buddy Zedaph, back home? I thought I had a crush on him because he made me really happy and I liked spending time with him, but when we tried dating it just ended up being… like… the exact same thing as when we were friends? So we broke up, and nothing changed. Like, there’s no difference between romantic interest and platonic interest to me.”

“Huh,” Jimmy tilted his head curiously. “That’s… an interesting way to think about it.”

“Yeah, so,” Tango paused, before laughing. “So, it’s probably good that you don’t want to date because I would have absolutely panicked and said yes and then we’d both be miserable.”

Jimmy giggled almost hysterically at that, pressing his cold hands to his forehead in relief. “Oh my god, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that you don’t like me.”

“Oh, it’s mutual,” Tango laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, man, is it mutual.”

“In that case,” Jimmy rubbed his face one more time, still chuckling quietly. “You may call me babe.”

“Thank you,” Tango nodded at him, his needle-like teeth poking through his lips. “Thank you, I will.”

[fullmarvelheart]

Enough

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader (College AU)

Word Count: 2,768

Warnings: +18 Only, fluff, little smut if you squint, allusions to sexual harassment, hella angst

A/N: Wow, ok so I wrote this in less than a day. But I'm not sure if that's exactly something I should be proud of in this case. This is heavily based off of a situation I'm currently in. Though, I have no idea where mine will go. There's very little dialogue in this one, it's mostly a narrative. I know I should be working on Crossing Lines or part three of When Saving an Avenger, but it's been so hard, especially lately. And I needed to write this. This wasn't an easy decision for me, at all. Mostly because while I add little parts of myself to my stories, it has never been this personal and I'm really nervous about this. But, like I said, I needed to write this. It's been a week and I can still feel myself hurting. Yes, I cried a few times writing this. My relationship hasn't gotten to where I will end this story, but I can't help but feel it's headed in that direction. Anyways, enough of my rambling. I hope you all enjoy this! Crossing Lines or part three of When Saving an Avenger should be out relatively soon.

All mistakes are my own. The gif used is not my own, credit to the original owner.

Main Masterlist

You were tired of dating apps. You were tired of the cringy flirting and the boring ass talking stage. You were tired of trying, putting yourself out there, only for it to not go anywhere, or go in a bad direction. You were this close to deleting all the apps, and chucking your phone out the nearest window. But then, then you came across his profile.

He looked good, really good. Seemed decent enough, too. And his values seemed to align with yours. So, you figured you'd give online dating another chance. Besides, you were lonely and hoping to cross off being single. What's the worst that can happen? You swiped right.

And that is how you matched with Bucky Barnes.

Granted, you rarely checked the app, which led to not replying all that often, but he still seemed interested. You started talking about things you liked to do on campus and that's when he mentioned the restaurant and you two started planning your first date.

He asked, and you gave him your phone number, and you two started texting, everyday. His car ended up breaking down on his way to your date, and he swore he wasn't trying to stand you up. He even wanted to make sure that you were comfortable meeting him at the restaurant beforehand. And you understood. He wasn't in control of those kind of things. You could have offered to pick him up, but you were already nervous about the date, you didn't think you could handle driving him too. Besides, he didn't ask, and you had a feeling that you'd be seeing him soon anyways.

You two continued texting the rest of the week. He got his battery replaced, so his car was working again m. He made you smile over text and you couldn't wait to actually meet him. You guys made plans to meet at the same restaurant that Saturday. When you first stepped out to greet him, you only felt relief.

His hair was pulled back into a cute little bun that made him look ten times better than his profile picture, he looked hot, and he actually looked like his profile picture. His shoulders were broad, a result of the workouts he did, and he had one of the friendliest smiles you'd seen in a while. Even the fact that he had a metal arm didn't bother you, you thought it was so cool. You were excited.

You two immediately sparked a conversation, the waitress had to come by twice before you were ready to order. And the conversation didn't end there. You stayed there, just talking and then the other actually listening, until ten minutes before the place closed, receiving plenty of looks from the waitstaff during that time even though you weren’t the only ones still there. But you simply didn't care, you both were enjoying yourselves too much.

You two talked about practically everything. You both offhandedly mentioned past troubles with other relationships and the trust issues it caused, but you weren't worried about it. He kept complimenting your eyes the whole time, about how beautiful they were, and you kept mentioning how you liked it when he smiled. His smile was so pretty.

At the end, he paid for dinner and walked you back to your car before giving you a hug and a simple kiss on the cheek, and making you promise to tell him when you got home safely. You could swear that was the most you smiled in what felt like forever as you were driving back to your apartment, you couldn't stop smiling. There were no red flags, he was genuine, and the perfect gentleman. You simply had to see him again. And you had that chance a week later.

While you were texting him after your first date, which you did every day, he mentioned he got another ticket to a movie you had both wanted to see. Of course, you agreed to go and date two was planned. During that week though, you both opened up to each other a bit over text. Nothing too deep, you were waiting to tell him somethings in person, but that was something you'd tell him if you ever got to the third date. And then Friday rolled around, date number two.

Once again, everything went really well. The movie was great! The conversation, just as good. And just like before, he was the perfect gentleman, not trying to steal touches in the darkness in places you weren't ready for, or anything like that. You were happy. And once again, you both walked to the parking lot where you hugged and he gave you a simple kiss on your cheek before making you promise to text him when you got home. You both later admitted that you wanted to give the other a hug before entering the theater but backed out at the last second.

Again, there were no red flags, and you were excited to see him again. You may have even found his social media accounts to make sure. You didn't follow him on anything, and you were determined not to let him find out. Later that week you ended up calling him, after getting the idea and you just couldn't let it go. The conversation didn't last that long, he had gotten back from his workout at the gym and needed to shower, but it was still good. You weren't worried about it not being too long, you both also had homework to finish before you went to sleep. But, it left you feeling giddy.

You found that he became more opened with you over text, especially at night, telling you about the panic attacks that started when he lost his arm. You understood, you told him, you'd even get them sometimes yourself. He didn't push you to talk about things, and insisted that you only tell him if you were comfortable. He specifically wanted to make sure that you were comfortable when he invited you over and you mentioned your reservations, but only because you've had bad experiences whenever you were at someone's place. But you assured him, you were ok and would tell him if you weren't.

He made dinner for you, the conversation flowing easily as you were eating. It was so good and it had been awhile since you really had a good homecooked meal. When you were both done, you finally gathered your courage and told him you needed to talk to him about something.

He led you to the couch, and sat down next to you. You told him your struggles with your mental health, that you were working on them, but felt he deserved to know. He listened the whole time, even asked what something was but told you that he could look it up if you weren't ready to talk to him about it. And you explained it. Maybe this is where you went wrong?

He opened up too, even though you told him he didn't have to, telling you about his last girlfriend that cheated on him. One of the main reasons he had trust issues. You listened and couldn't help but think who is that bad of a person to do that to someone who is so goddamn kind and caring. You both sat on the couch for a while, just holding each other, just giving the other comfort. Surely, it wasn't there.

Eventually, he got up to take care of something, and you went to check your phone. When he came back, you looked at each other for what felt like forever, your stomach twisting in anticipation, and then he kissed you.

You had never really understood what feeling weak in the knees had meant until that moment because good god, was he a good kisser. You stood there forever, just kissing each other, hands wandering slightly, and you couldn't get enough. He led you back to his couch, and laid you down, not breaking the kiss once. He asked if you were ok, and you said yes, but left out how you never felt more alive. He kept his weight off you for awhile, and then you wrapped your legs around his waist and he was lowering himself onto you. He made sure you were ok, whenever he did something new, and you never wanted to stop him. When he started moving against you, you could swear nothing felt quite as good. You stayed there for a long time, but yet not long enough, until he stopped. You almost whined, your heart pounding in your chest, heat and wetness pooling in your core, you didn't want him to stop. But you weren't ready to go further.

No questions were asked, no comments made, as he pulled you into him while you cuddled on his couch, his metal arm cooling your heated skin. However, it didn't matter if that was, by far, the best kiss and the best you've felt after something like that, you just couldn't help it when your mind wandered back to all those times that weren't like this. You knew you were thinking, and had to stop it and just relish in the moment, but you couldn't. When he noticed he asked about it. He told you that you could tell him, but only if you were comfortable. And so you told him, not everything but enough to paint the picture. Maybe it was there. He held you through it, gave you his necklace to help ground yourself, and helped wipe away your tears. He told you that you did nothing wrong, that they took advantage of you and you burrowed into him further. He didn't pressure you into doing things you didn't say no to but didn't say yes either, he just held you and you wanted to stay there forever. You felt safe there.

You two got up, and he handed you a bottle of water. And you thanked him, thinking it was cute that he did that. You two spent a little while cooling down, just talking before cuddling again on the couch. This time though, he laid on top of you while you wrapped your arms around him, scratching his back. He claimed that your hands were magic and you never wanted to move. The weight of his body was a comfort to you.

After a while, he started placing small kisses on your chest, where your shirt dipped down, and you never thought that you'd like something like that quite as much. His kisses started getting rougher and you couldn't keep that small moan in if you tried. And he started kissing you again, hungerly, like he couldn't get enough of you. And again, he didn't lower himself completely onto you until your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. And the way he positioned himself, with the tip of his erection just brushing against your clothed core perfectly, you couldn't stop the soft moans from escaping you. He felt too good. Maybe it was there? Was it too much?

Again, he stopped after awhile, resorting to laying back down on top of you.

"You're heart is racing pretty fast." He chuckled. His voice alone sending a shiver down your spine.

"I wonder why." You quipped, causing him to chuckle a bit more.

You two stayed there for awhile, before you both checked the time. It was already 12:30 at night, and he had to leave early the next morning. You understood why, but in the end, it almost felt like he was pushing you out. You weren't completely sure, because it was late and you really had no intention on leaving sooner (you were still pretty turned on from the night), but you also didn't want to overstay your welcome. Again, he walked you to your car and gave you a hug, but not without giving you a kiss and making you promise to text him when you're home safe.

That was the last time you saw him looking at you.

You two continued to talk but it felt different. You chalked it up to your insecurities and anxiety about getting close to someone. But a few days later, he was in a sad mood, and you were trying to cheer him up, but he kept saying all these self-deprecating things. You knew he was struggling with his own demons, but it felt like he was pushing you away. Especially because he kept saying he didn't want to hurt you. Because he hurt someone badly in the past. The last thing you sent that night was asking him if he was ready to be in a relationship. Your mind had already came up with the worst possible scenarios. So when you saw his reply, it didn't surprise you.

"I don't think I can handle a relationship right now. But I still want you in my life."

You both were confused on where to go, but you agreed to take things slowly and see what would happen. You really liked him, cared for him, but didn't want to only stay friends. You talked to all your friends, and they agreed with you. You'd have to talk to him when you saw him next. Unfortunately, that would have to wait a little while. Midterms were approaching, and his family was coming into town to see him. You wondered if he told anyone about you. You continued to try and be there for him whenever he told you he had a bad day. You tried to send him support as best you could. Though it was always difficult because whenever you asked if there was anything you could do to help, he'd respond with "help yourself first".

It was Friday night when you decided to go back onto the dating app to delete some of the guys you were talking to before, but weren't quite interested in. But you froze. Bucky Barnes had updated a few of his profile pictures. You knew he did it recently, you kept deleting the screenshots you took whenever your friends asked about him and had to always go take more. He'd even used one of them on one of his social media profiles only hours earlier.

And you felt something break inside you.

He obviously was looking for a relationship with someone. Just not with you apparently.

You weren't enough.

The tears came quickly and it felt like you were being used. You felt sick, because you had let it happen again. You cared for him, may have even started falling for him, and it felt like it all got shoved back into your face.

But how is it possible to feel heartbreak if you never fell in love?

You kept it to yourself, the tears and the hurt, and acted like nothing happened. Bucky started to become more distant, but you had already locked up you heart. But you still couldn't help but care and worry for him.

He started texting you less and less, during the times he usually would. And you started to think the worst.

You were walking to the bus stop from one of your classes when you spotted him in the distance. You smiled a little and started walking towards where he was, but froze in place not even a step later. He hadn't seen you, but you had seen him. And the nausea in your gut came back tenfold.

He was talking with a group of friends, but he wasn't by himself. No, he had his arm wrapped tightly around another girl's shoulders. Her fiery red hair made her stand out from the crowd. It could be a friend, you tried to reason, but no. She was shaking their hands, bright friendly smile in place. When she finished with the group, Bucky smiled down at her before placing a tender but firm kiss on her forehead before he interlaced their fingers. No, he was introducing her to his friends.

The burn of tears shook you out of your frozen state, and you quickly turned away before practically bolting towards the bus stop, willing yourself not to cry until you got home.

You don't know where things went wrong, but like always, they did. You just were too happy to see the storm rolling in.

One minute, things for fine, they next they weren't. And of course, you were left by yourself, once again, to pick up the pieces.

Screw dating apps, screw dating in general. You should have just deleted the damned thing when you had the chance. You would have saved your dignity. But now, at least one thing was quite clear to you.

You aren’t enough.

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[lynn-qxr]

Levi x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

So English is not my first language, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes. 

The story is not originally mine, I rewrote it. Now I have translated it from German into English. 

German version   

Summary: High school isn't always easy. Levi and Reader have been broken up for about a year. Supposedly Reader cheated on Levi, but is that really true? 

Warnings: mild angst, fluff, swearing, sorry if I forgot anything. 

Words: ~4600

Listen before you act too quickly

It must have been almost a year ago that the two students Levi and (Y/n) broke up. In the meantime, Levi and Petra have a happy relationship and if you were to ask (Y/n) how she feels about the two of them being a couple, she would say something like "I don't care what they do" or "I don't give a damn", but deep down inside, the girl knew it wasn't like that. But how could she handle it when she saw the couple making out every day at school and in class.

"(Y/n) what do you say we do something together after school?" suddenly came from the student's side. She turned her head to Eren, "Sure I'd love to Eren," she replied with a smile. Eren was one of her best friends, he was always there for her, even in difficult situations. Like a big brother. Currently the student had math with Mr. Smith for (Y/n) one of her hate subjects, although she was actually quite good at it. The student was sitting at the very back at a table by the window, to her right sat Hange, to her left Eren and Armin. In front of them were Levi and Petra or as (Y/n) always said to this bitch.

Just then she was still thinking, before Mr. Smith asked her to come forward to solve the task. He wasn't serious, the student thought, before she got up and ran to the front, annoyed. She was writing the solution on the board when (Y/n) felt something hit her. Annoyed, she turned around, looking directly into Levi's amused grin, while Petra giggled inanely. Without thinking twice and in a rage, the girl threw the chalk with a lot of force in their direction. And bull's-eye, the chalk landed full force in the boy's face. "DID YOU HAVE THAT YOU SILL MAN!" laughed (Y/n) amused and gleeful at the same time. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? YOU STUPID BITCH!" he returned indignantly. "HEY ALL SHUT UP!" yelled Mr. Smith irritably, but the girl didn't listen to her teacher and screeched, "HOW DID YOU CALL ME?" "You heard me right," Levi only returned coldly. Okay that one clearly went too far thought (Y/n), moreover she grabbed the chalk overlooked blackboard sponge and it sped towards Levi at the same time. He tried to get away from the sponge, but it landed on him, now it was full of white chalk stains. Loud laughter could be heard in the classroom, while Levi loudly shouted, "YOU WILL SO REGRET THIS! Now it was finally enough for the teacher and sent both students out the door.

Proudly, (Y/n) strode toward it, while the boy trudged reluctantly behind. His own fault. Crossing her arms, the girl leaned against the cool wall, meanwhile Levi closed the door behind her and then stomped angrily towards her. "What do you think you're doing, you cheap bitch? You're so going to regret this," he nagged the teenager angrily. Bored she looked at him, "was that it?" she returned coldly. "No it wasn't!" he said defiantly. Levi grabbed the student by the collar with not too much force and pushed her against the wall. "I'm going to make your life hell do you hear me!" he murmured in her ear. Angrily (Y/n) pushed him away, "oh yes, for what reason? oh no, wait let me tell you! For the reason that you are just a complete idiot and fell into Petra's stupid trap!" She ended her monologue upset. "You don't even have to talk! I finally saw the picture with my own eyes!" he responded snappishly. "And I've explained to you umpteen thousand times what happened that day! But you know what, I don't care anymore if you believe me or not, because I can already tell from that that you never trusted me!" Without any reaction from him, he looked dumbly at the girl. "Oh, who am I explaining to?" she angrily moved away from him and leaned against the wall again. What is she talking about? I saw the picture with my own eyes, and besides, I already knew it, she never had time for me the days before, so she was with that fucking horseface the whole time, Levi racked his brains.

Because Jean and Petra had asked (Y/n) several days if she could tutor them, so also on this one particular day. "Again?" the girl asked, slightly annoyed. "Yes (Y/n), well Jean and I just don't understand the subject, could you maybe come over and help us again?" begged the blonde. Sighing, the addressed then brought a "Yes okay, but this is then the last time and besides I do not understand why I am not allowed to tell anyone then. "Well, we are just quite embarrassed," Jean replied. First mistake, because the student did not know at that time that the whole thing had a completely different reason. Shortly after, the girl got a call from her boyfriend, who wanted to ask her if they wanted to go to the movies together. However, (Y/n) replied, "you listen honey, today is really bad." "Again? That's the fifth time in a row now, Levi complained. "I know, but I'll explain everything later ok?" the teenager replied in a soft voice. With a bye and I love you they hung up. Nevertheless, she had a guilty conscience, but she promised herself that it would be the last time.

(Y/n) packed up her things and strolled through the streets, it was a sunny day, nevertheless a cool wind blew, which left a pleasant tingle on her skin. The leaves danced in unison with the melody in her ears and the gravel rattled under her feet. Prancing, the student arrived at Jean's house, she took her headphones out of her ears, moreover, the sound of the doorbell could already be heard. Jean immediately opened the door and both greeted each other briefly before she entered, immediately sucking in the wonderful scent that sent pleasant shivers down her spine. "Where is Petra, by the way?" "Still on the road, but she should be here soon," he answered her.

Both sat at the dining table and (Y/n) started to explain the task to Jean, but when after an hour Petra still didn't show up and asked where she was staying and the student had no idea either, she sighed in annoyance. "I'm leaving!" came sullenly out of her mouth before the horseface frantically shouted "NO WAIT!". "Man Jean because of you guys I couldn't go to the movies with Levi." She replied disappointedly. "Yeah yeah I'm sorry too, but please explain the task to me just one more time, this is the last time too I promise." He said nervously. Disgruntled, the girl sat down again before explaining the task to him again. "Understood now?" asked the student, from him came only a nod. "Alright then, I'll go now" expressed (Y/n), afterwards she packed her things and was about to shuffle to the door. "(Y/n) please wait a moment." Asked Jean still "What?" came it slightly irritated from her." "Close your eyes I have a gift for you, as a small thank you." It replied. "Oh well, that wouldn't be necessary", "oh yes, I would like to thank you, so please close your eyes."

The girl thought nothing of it and slowly her songs closed. Second mistake. She felt something. Something warm, a sickening tingle. On her lips, He kissed her. It was disgusting, immediately the student pushed Jean away with full force and a loud clap echoed through the hallway. "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?" she croaked in horror. A stupid grin adorned his face, furious she screamed at him what that was about and suddenly a cheerful Petra came out of the next room. She held her cell phone in her hand, where it was clear to see how two kissed. It was a picture with the scene that had just taken place. One saw Jean Lynn kissing. "Y-YOU DAMN BITCH" she screamed at the top of her lungs, before the angry student pounced on Petra and tried to take the phone away from her. However, she didn't get very far because Jean held her by the arm, the angry girl trying to free herself from this grip. "COME OB PETRA SEND HIM THE PHOTO, I CAN'T HOLD HER ANY LONGER," the boy cried, pressed, because it wasn't exactly easy to hold a kicking girl. "W-WHAT, WHO ARE YOU SENDING THAT SHIT TO?" she shrieked, upset. A devilish grin appeared on the blonde haired girl and before (Y/n) could do anything Petra revealed that she had sent this picture, immediately Jean had let go of the still enraged creature. This drove also equal with maximum speed on the other one loose, in addition it tore also still the cell phone of the Schadenfrohen girl from the hand. "W-What why did you do that?", it was only a breath, despite that still clearly audible, the girl was in shock. "Well, tough luck, but Levi is mine and he deserves so much better," she said icily. And that was the moment when the student realized that everything here was only for this one purpose, to break Levi and herself apart.

Meanwhile, Levi, who was still doing his homework, got a message from the sneaky girl. "Hey~" it was Petra, "What do you want?" he replied annoyed. "Did you know that your girlfriend is meeting Jean alone again?" came the blonde innocently. "What are you talking about nonsense" the message was from Levi. "well Jean told me." Petra. "I don't believe you." He wrote irritably. "Oh really and what do you say?" and now she sent the picture where it was clear to see how two were kissing. Jean and (Y/n). No that can't be, Levi thought, staring at the screen in disbelief. Then he realized that she had never had time for him the last few days. "Th-This little bitch" came out of his mouth in disbelief. "FUCKING SHIT," it echoed through his room, before his phone flew across the room. But of course Levi couldn't have known at the time that the whole thing was set up by Petra and Jean to break them both up.

(Y/n), on the other hand, just ran home with full despair, sadness and anger. Tears ran down her hot cheeks. The cool wind whipped against her, it left her skin tingling and made her hot cheeks cool, by the way her hair danced in unison with the wind. The desperate girl tried to call her boyfriend, but to no avail. "L-Levi pick up please" only a helpless huff came out of her mouth. She turned around and ran in another direction. To Levi. The girl ran and ran, many thoughts circled around her, she was afraid that it was now over. When she arrived, she knocked wildly and continuously on the door. "L-Levi please open the door" begged (Y/n). She froze when Levi opened the door. He had red swollen eyes, dried tears stuck to his pale skin, rosy cheeks were visible. A tousled mane and single strands of hair fell into his face. You could tell this boy was done with the world. "Please listen to me Levi it's-" she begged out of breath and close to tears again, but Levi interrupted her, "(Y/n) please do me the favor and get out of my life." He was about to slam the door, but before that could happen, the teenager put her foot between them and yelled angrily, "NOT UNTIL I'VE TALKED TO YOU!" Her counterpart angrily opened the wooden door again, angrily grabbed her collar, shoved the now crying girl backwards. "FORGET BEFORE I HURT YOU AGAIN!" he blubbered, thus slamming the door shut for good. Helpless and shocked, she sat on the floor, unable to suppress a sob. She screamed things like "Please believe me" or "It's not what it looks like" but to no avail. After Levi closed the door, he leaned against the wooden door and cried again, also unable to suppress a sob. "No (Y/n) I won't believe in your lies anymore," was still going through his mind before he got up again and went to bed.

The next day, when the distraught girl saw Levi and Petra entering the class holding hands, it happened to her. She threw herself at the other girl screaming in desperation, anger, sadness and pain. Even Mr. Smith had to intervene, Petra used that as her opportunity. "M-Mr. Smith (Y/n) just attacked me w-without reason" she blathered innocently with a hint of sadness. The teacher asked if it was true. "Yes it is true" replied the addressed one in a cold and monotone voice. On the way to the principal, (Y/n) jostled the blonde girl extra. "It hurt so much the way he was now with Petra like that, how did it all get so out of hand?" These were her last thoughts before going to the director.

That had already been almost a year ago.

But after three weeks, she had come to terms with the fact that her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, was now together with Petra. Even if it hurt to see the two turteln and would like the old times back. She concentrated more on school and meanwhile did a lot more with her friends like Hange, Eren, Armin, Sasha and Mikasa. Levi was glad that Lynn didn't bother her anymore and left her alone. Even if it hurt him somewhere nevertheless that the girl, that he loved nevertheless still, was not interested more for him. How wrong he is actually with it. "Levi let's watch a movie" came the piping voice of Petra next to him. "I don't feel like it" he replied listlessly. "Man what are we going to do then Levi? You are so boring" his girlfriend yapped. Annoyed and with a "I'm going to shower" Levi got up and trudged into the bathroom. "Man, what's wrong with him?" Petra asked herself, disappointed, she sat down on her boyfriend's bed before it occurred to her to go through his things. So she got up and searched the desk. The sun was starting to go down for the night, but warm rays of sunlight still winked through the window and made her feel a pleasant tingling on her skin. "There's nothing here at all" Petra breathed. She hadn't opened a drawer yet, so without much hesitation the girl opened it, a sting going through her when she saw what was inside the compartment. Photos. Photos of Levi and Lynn kissing, hugging, cuddling, making faces, laughing, or wearing partner looks. "You look so happy in these pictures and now, you're with me we didn't even smile." Thought the student disappointed. "What are you doing?" Echoed irritably through the room, startled she wheeled around and looked into two cold gray-blue eyes. Levi stood there with only a white towel around his hips, wet hair streaming down his face, drops of water streaming down the wooden floor, waiting for an answer. "I-I so I um." She stuttered. "Tch, don't ever go near my stuff again! Got it?" replied Levi coldly and stomped angrily towards his girlfriend, snatching the photos from her hand by the way. "Why didn't you throw those photos away" Petra grumbled. "has nothing to do with you" the boy replied dryly, while he put the pictures back in the drawer. "I think it's better if you go, I want to be alone now." Asked the black haired boy. "Why?" asked the blonde dumbly. "Told you! Because I want to be alone!" nagged Levi irritably. She was still packing her things before, this depressed trudge away. When Petra was gone, the student gently took the pictures out of the drawer, sat down on his desk chair and looked at the old pictures. Pain, sadness, anger, warmth, but at the same time coldness flashed through him, silent warm tears ran down his slightly rosy cheeks. "Wh-Why did you do this to me (Y/n)?" he sobbed in despair. "FUCKING SHIT WHY, WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME (Y/n)" he screamed at the top of his lungs, hitting the table full blast.

Well, the past, still gnaws at both. Slowly (Y/n) slid down the cold wall, pulled her legs to herself, crossed her arms on her knees and laid her head on them. Tears streamed down her petite face, even a sob she had tried to suppress escaped the girl. "It broke Levi's heart to see her like this, how he would love to take the crying and petite girl in his arms and-, no stop what are you thinking, pull yourself together Levi." he interrupted himself. "I-I hate you Levi" sobbed his counterpart. "I realize that" he returned dryly, but what his classmate replied afterwards threw him completely off track. "I hate you, I hate you because I still love you, but I wish so much I could hate you". She said it so softly and brittly that it could have been overheard. His eyes grew wide, his breath caught, his heart leapt, immediately skipped a beat, only to double as fast afterwards. "You don't have to say anything back, I just wanted you to know." Hanged (Y/n) still to her previous statement. "Why, why did you kiss him then?" asked the black-haired one, upset. She then raised her head and you could literally feel her getting angry. Disappointed and angry at the same time she shouted at him: "EIGHT TIMES YOU WANT TO KNOW OR WHAT? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TRIED TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU, BUT YOU WOULDN'T LISTEN TO ME?" Levi who wanted to say something in reply but was interrupted when Mr. Smith slammed open the door and wanted to know what was going on out here. "I'm sorry Mr. Smith, I've been yelling around here." She replied. A sigh came from the teacher's mouth. "You really can't even be left alone, but now come inside and try to behave." Asked the blond with a warning look, not tolerating any further disturbances.

This was also the end of a new school day. Eren and (Y/n) were walking through the school hallway to get outside when the latter asked the girl what they wanted to do now. "How about we go to the movies?" she suggested in response. Eren answered in the affirmative with a nod. Levi, who had seen (Y/n) grinning and clinging to the other's arm, was seething with jealousy and anger. It hurt to see the girl who was once one of his side happy with others. "I wonder if she felt the same way when she saw me and Petra kissing in the hallway. I'll never forget that look, that pained look she gave us then." Ran it through Levi's head.

"We're at school Petra, I'm not going to kiss you" Levi said, annoyed by now by his girlfriend's begging. "I'm going to bug you until you finally kiss me, honey" Petra continued to whine. The two students stood in the school hallway, thinking no one could see them since class had started a few minutes ago. "Well, if you shut up after that" he said in response, amused. Joyfully, the blonde-haired pressed her soft lips to his. While a passionate kiss ensued, a late student arrived, none other than (Y/n). The black-haired one was shocked to catch, out of the corner of his eye, someone watching the couple. Pain was clearly visible in their eyes, he asked stuttering what the student was doing here, but she silently walked past them into the class room. "Better that way, now that bitch knows you're mine" Petra replied to (Y/n)‘s reaction cockily. "Tch," was all it came from the boy. But he couldn't get that look out of his head for the rest of the day. "Tch, she deserved that, to feel the pain I felt too when she cheated on me with Jean." Were Levi's last thoughts that day.

Loud laughter could be heard as two students left the cinema. It was Eren and (Y/n). A cheesy romance that made them laugh and cry. The two friends had decided to enjoy the fresh evening air a bit more, so they strolled towards the park. The last few rays of sunshine tickled their skin before the big star finally dipped. A cool breeze whipped through the streets, leaving a pleasantly tingling trail by the way, turning the summer warm climate into a desirable fresh temperature. Both enjoyed this silence that reigned between them. In itself, the atmosphere of the park and climate was simply heavenly, one could not help but feel at ease. But the student finally spoke out what had been on her tongue all along. "Could it be that you have a little crush on Mikasa?" A red glow settled on Eren's tanned skin. "W-what, you can tell?" the brown-haired man stuttered, caught. "So yes?" she pecked curiously. Embarrassed, the addressed turned his head to the side before Eren nodded hesitantly. "OMG!" the girl squealed joyfully, jumping wildly in the air. "You have to tell her that for sure get it! Otherwise I'll tell her!" babbled Lynn right away. "Do y-you mean?" asked Eren uncertainly, but before his best friend could answer, he added angrily, "And what if she doesn't want anything from me." Reassuringly, she put her hand on his shoulder. "Relax, it will be fine trust me, I have some very hot springs that she is interested in you, so you don't have to worry." Calmly and reassuringly she talked courage to the boy. His eyes grew big and he asked incredulously, "Really?", "Yup and that's why you're going to tell her tomorrow" the student replied resolutely before they parted ways and went home.

Pondering, Levi lay in his bed and thought about (Y/n)'s words.

"OH, ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU WANT TO KNOW OR WHAT? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TRIED TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU, BUT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO LISTEN TO ME?

"Until today, I didn't want to listen to her, not even, she said something about Petra and Jean having planned everything. What if she was right?" A sigh came over his lips before he picked up his cell phone and dialed Peter's number. "Hi honey," his girlfriend's piping voice came through the speaker. "Do you have time, I need to talk to you" it came rather coolly over his lips. "But of course I always have time for you" Petra spoke exaggeratedly peppy. "Well then at half past seven in the park." He said and without waiting for an answer the black haired man hung up. There was still a little time, that's why Levi put himself under a hot shower, the water splashed on him, he thought, about her, about Petra, what he will tell her and much more. After the shower, the student was more liberated, so he put on airy clothes and then set off. The landscape rushed past him and before Levi knew it he was standing in front of the bench where Petra was sitting. She came joyfully to her friend, was about to give him a kiss, but he just pushed the blonde away and looked at her seriously. Asking Petra looked at him with big glubsch eyes. "What do you have Levi?" "I know everything," the student said dryly. "How do you know everything?" the girl wondered. "That you and Jean planned it (Y/n) and to break me up" he replied monotonously, waiting for her reaction. "W-what?" she started to stutter "uh I mean, did that bitch give you any lies again?" she asked irritably. "No, Jean admitted everything." "Th-that can't be, why would he tell you?" the girl asked in shock. Levi's eyes widened minimally, but tried not to make a face. "So it's true?" he inquired menacingly calmly, the black-haired man literally piercing her with his gaze as if he could see into her soul. Petra wanted to deny it, but her opposite came forward and grabbed her angrily by the wrist. Shocked and frightened by his reaction, she began to tell the truth: "I did all this just for you! I am much better than this chick, you deserve much better, which you have now. Please Levi don't leave me, I love you, I did all this just because I love you Levi". The student cried almost desperately and individual tears rolled down her cheeks. Petra wanted everything to be alright again, but Levi passed her with a dry and unemotional "it's over" and he didn't care, because there was always only one who really loved. (Y/n). Petra's heart broke into a thousand pieces, crying Petra screamed after him, clearly pain and despair could be heard, but this was skillfully ignored by the boy.

Instead of going home, Levi went to the house, to the girl he loved. Nervously, the boy strolled down the streets "I've wronged her so much, she'll never forgive me. " Before he arrived at her home, the latter stopped abruptly. "No I can't" he told himself desperately. But when the black haired one heard the beautiful voice of her calling for him, his heart leapt. So he slowly turned around and stared into her eyes, those beautiful sparkling eyes. "What are you doing here?" asked the girl. The latter was astonished to see him of all people at her front door, while he was totally helpless by now. "I-I so um," he began to speak tensely. A single tear made its way down his cheek only to end up dripping on the floor. "um yeah so I'm so sorry, so incredibly sorry I didn't believe you, I - DAMN I WAS SUCH AN IDIOT SO BLIND-" he started speaking unsteadily at first until he suddenly cried out loudly and bitterly. "I know I don't deserve you to forgive me at all, but (Y/n) I love you, you! I've only ever loved you!" With widened eyes, this one girl who made his heart beat faster stood there. She was speechless, she wanted to say something, but her mouth was dry. The hearts of both were beating fast and hard. The now crying Levi stood there and had given up hope when (Y/n) didn't speak, was about to take a step and run away. But as if on cue, the girl ran up to him, literally jumped on him, then hugged him tightly and they both started sobbing. "Wh-where?" she asked, it was just a huff and easy to miss. "I tricked her out of it" Levi replied brittly. Easily she broke away from the embrace, but continued to cling to the boy with her legs. "You're such an ass" came out of her mouth in amusement before the student leaned towards him. One pair of lips met the other, moving in unison and perfect. The missing piece of the puzzle was found again. Now both of them, rather the girl clinging to Levi, stood there kissing, under the starry sky, under the moon. It looked like painted. Time seemed to stand still, two racing hearts, two lovers reunited, the feeling of perfection. All this was beautiful. Slowly very slowly they detached. "I love you" she breathed in a tender and beautiful voice.

And for the next time, listen befor you act too quickley. 

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Running Away

Pairing: Sam W. x Reader

Pov: Reader/Sam

Warnings: Panic, anxiety, being scared, mature content, talk of sex, Sam, inner thoughts

Summary: With Y/n and Sam only being together for a short time, when Y/n learns she pregnant she freaks thinking every bad thought about the things that could go wrong.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is Dominant Sam I'm talking about here, but also a protective Sam. This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge.

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So, maybe I've been with Sam for a few months, but it's not that big of a deal. We're just a once in a blue sorta thing. Sam and I yes live together alongside his brother Dean, but I don't mean that Sam and I share a bed you know.

Okay well, maybe we do share a room. We share a comfy large bed when a hunt goes bad, or Sam wants to release some tension. We go and let go of our bodies' tension. Together we let everything go, and we sort of become one.

Sam is a giant teddy bear, but when he's had enough put onto his shoulders he needs someone to ground him, that someone for right now just so happens to be me. Bad hunts turn into long, fast, and hard nights.

Nights when Sam drags on, his large hands wrapped my throat pinning me down to the fluffy bed. My nails leaving red marks down his muscled back. His hips snapping against my cervix, his lips leaving bruises on my skin.

The way he'd snap his hips into me as I rode into him. In moments like these Sam was my cowboy, and I was his baby girl. The loud grunts and moans that echoed off the motel, or bunker walls were the most amazing sound to my ears.

The sound of our skin slapping together, and the dominant nature of Sam, his almost animalistic way of fucking me. I wasn't a virgin when I met Sam and Dean, I wasn't a virgin when Sam first came to me with this idea of friends with benefits.

But even without being a virgin, taking Sam for the first time. That made me feel like I had died and came back to life. I know saying that seems probably very odd, but Sam there is something about him that makes him so fucking... fuckable.

The moment that I came down from my high and he laid on top of me, trying his hardest to not lay all his weight on me, I reveled in those moments. Was this what it was like to fall in love with someone?

Would Sam really want that? Would I be enough for Sam?

Months it went on like this, bad hunts or just wanting to let go. It went back and forth. The deal that we held, was for the both of us, and usually, we needed each other at the same time.

Bumping into each other, cute moments. Moments when I would try to put more effort into it. I learned real quick that Sam had a thing for lace and the color red. Something about the way it felt against his hands, or how it looks against my skin tone.

Nothing's more special than having your boy toy pull off your lace panties with his teeth while he makes direct contact. Again there was that dominating nature of Sam. Sometimes my mind would float to what it would be like with Dean, but I would be very much slapped out of that thinking when Sam would snap his hips into me and ask me 'who do you belong to?' or 'Who owns your body?'.

This of course in my world would only last for so long. Something always had to go wrong. So wrong that everything that I had worked for wasn't worth it. Wasn't worth it, if I would just be crashed in the end. I didn't think any wrong could come from fucking my best friend in a way.

Because that was Sam and I are.. were. We are friends, best friends, who know everything about each other, who know when the other is about to have a break or the other needs space. What happens when Sam finds out about this.

This is a normal fuck up that be taken care of. This is my fuck up, this fuck up is huge. He won't want to stay. No, see I've ruined this for the both of us.

What happens if Sam. What if? That's the big question stop overreacting. You've spent time with Dean, ask your question then act, not the other way around. You need to actually find out if your pregnant.

'pregnant' "FUCK" I said out loud rather loud, louder than I should have said it. "Y/n you okay?" I outside the bathroom door. Panicking I slipped the pregnancy test into my sweater pocket. "Yep, I'm super," I said and unlocked the door, slipped by Sam. Smiling before I casually walked away from him. Panicking on the inside.

"what am I going to do?" I asked myself under my breath. "A Winchester baby, a baby, my baby," I said hushed under my breathe. A tap to my shoulder pulled me from my very important inner monologue.

"Y/n, what's wrong with you?" Sam said wrapping his hand around my shoulder. Mouth left gaped open. "Y/n?" Sam repeated, just my name this time made everything worse. The echo of Sam's voice grunting and moaning my name as he comes down from his high.

"Sam," I said looking up at him. These were moments that I said he was a huge teddy bear. Worry crossed his handsome face. "Y/n what's wrong?" Again he forced his first question.

"Nothing Sam. Just let it go." I said tapping his hand on my shoulder. There was a look of upset confusion on Sam's face. "Y/n don't you dare pull away from me, especially after what we have together," Sam said as I walked away. I stopped and thought about it. 'Don't pull him into it, you just take care of it.' I just kept walking.

I made sure that the pregnancy test was really correct, by going to a doctor's office. "You're about six weeks along." The doctor said. More panic. More anxiety, more questions, more thoughts. That drive back to the bunker I was fighting the idea of leaving.

If I just left, what if I just didn't come back. 'No go back and try to hide it, say you're sick, hide in your room. You won't be able to hide it for long' Sam will question you, Sam will notice, he'll notice your body change, he'll notice everything Y/n.

When I got back Sam was waiting for me in the library. "Where were you Y/n?" he asked me as I passed by him "I was out," I said passing quickly. Trying to stay away from him, the closer I am to Sam the harder it is to not tell him the truth. The grip of his hands around my wrist is so powerful, so strong.

"Stop running away. I just need you Y/n I thought..." Sam paused looking down at my body and then to my wrist. "Sam let go of my wrist. You're hurting me." I said ripping my arm from his grasp. Stomping away and down the louder echoing bunker hallway.

'LEAVE' 'No stop he's right you made a promise, a deal.' "Stop" Fighting with myself was the worst of all of this. You can't run away from yourself. No knock at my door, but I wouldn't have known. I had taken a nap my thoughts clouding my mind. Waking up to a quiet bunker and a note stuck to the coffee machine. "Y/n whatever is going on.

That's what I'm here for. Please baby girl. I don't know what to do. Shoot me a message, or even text Dean. Just let me know you're okay." Signed Sam. Yet another wave of new thought, new emotions. I want to stay, but it wouldn't be good for either of us. Nobody benefits from this.

A normal hunts take Dean and Sam about a week tops so with the letter that Sam left behind I can only imagine that Sam is pushing Dean to hunt a lot faster. Get the hunt over and done with come home and figure out what is wrong with me.

I say I've got two days tops before the boys get back. To toggle with the idea of leaving. Two days doesn't seem like enough time, but I need to not trap them in a situation like this. Sam doesn't need to have another thing on his shoulders, Dean doesn't need the worry or the panic. Of a Winchester baby.

Taking a long walk around the bunker brought memories alive in my mind's eye. The great, the good, and the bad. Most of them included Sam. The night he asked me to start this friend with benefits or the wild night that he took me on the book-filled library table. He fucked me in the middle of the wide open.

Would it be bad to say that I fell in love with him from that moment? He made me feel like the only girl in the world. A few spots in the kitchen early morning breakfast being made, and in the garage washing whatever car Dean would let us wash.

'You need to go' Memories pinging in my head. Hitting all the corners of my head. This is the most stressful thing I've ever had to do. There's a baby inside of me now, every choice has to be for this little one. This choice was for Sam and for this little one.

My hand laid on my still flat stomach. I wish that I could feel Sam's hand on top of mine, or watch his face. But that wouldn't be a good idea and I know that.

"They're going to a Winchester in and out," I said walking past Sam and Dean's rooms. I think I'll just have to write a letter to Sam, a sort of backwards odd way of responding to his letter.

This letter will just be my goodbye. "Hey Sam, by the time you read this I'll be long gone. Let me explain. I'm pregnant, with of course your child. We never got the chance to talk about being parents, never got the chance to even have a normal relationship. Sam, I fell hard for you, so hard that I don't want to hurt you. I know you most likely aren't ready to be a dad, so yes I know I'm taking that choice away from you. I am making so many mistakes and I don't want to be a burden on your shoulders or even a burden on Deans. They'll find out about you, they'll be nosy like you, be hardheaded like you, defy me like you defied your father." I wrote out pausing to let my shaking hand take a break.

"Cowboy, I'm running away, because Sam that's the only thing I know how to do. Don't you dare think... Don't you dare ever for a second think that I don't love you, or that this baby won't grow up knowing who is, who knows maybe I'll come back... I love you, Sam, I love you cowboy."

I read over it once and then twice, Dean stood over my shoulder. His hand lying still against my blade. I swiped the pad of my thumb over my Y/n nicely small handwriting. "Sammy?" Dean questioned. "Hmm?" I hummed fearing my voice would give too much away. "What did she write?" He asked, "Y/n wrote that she's pregnant, and she is running away afraid to put the burden of my child on my shoulders and on yours." I said continuing to look at the page in front of me.

"Dean we.." "I've got you, Sammy. We'll find her bring her home and you wife her up." Dean said, grabbing my bag and racing back to the impala. "She's on foot, and most likely hasn't made it very far, I'll call Charlie, you call her," Dean said, whipping out my phone it tumbled in my hands landing on the footwell of the front seat.

Pulling it out it came with pictures, pictures of the three of us. Sitting on baby's hood, her in the middle of the two of us next to her. I could see it now, a baby Winchester, sitting on her lap and taking that picture all over again.

"Sam, Charlie says that she's gonna try her, see if we can sort of trick her into going with Charlie until we can get to her and bring her home," Dean said.

"Yeah let's hope she wants to come home," I said the mix of different emotions and feelings shoring through me, I felt the revive of the impala's engine. 'There's no running away from the Winchesters.'

Completed on: 05/04/2021

[kagakuoniryu]

Jealous Tryndamere headcanons? (With Ashe since they are...uhh married)

Synopsis :

Jealous tryndamere with ashe

Type :

Headcanon

Warning :

None

A/N :

I thought I would have a hard time to write about tryndamere with ashe, I only read his lore once and never truly played him in game, I really hope I didn't make him to out of character

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Ok let's start with this, ashe is a busy person

As a warrior who wants to unify all freljord tribes, she is busy

And sometimes she can't be there for her husband tryndamere

Whether it be days, weeks, sometimes months even if it's less common

But even if it's not common, it happens, and right now it has been a full month of Ashe being unable to give Tryndamere the attention she used to

And even if Tryndamere pride himself about being a great warrior on the battlefield, he still needs attention and affection like every human being, especially from his significant other

Today they were supposed to rest, and he was supposed to pass some times with Ashe

But then they arrived

Or more likely, HE arrived

He was the leader of an other tribe who came from the south of Freljord, seeking help against the noxian there

And apparently this "leader" was more interested in Ashe than in the whole Noxian affair

He was always following her making her busy again, for the full day

Tryndamere tried to be patient, key word : "tried" he didn't bear to see his lovely wife with another

And each passing moment made him boil in rage

It wasn't even evening when he snapped

Ashe and the little pest were chatting about strategy, her being as professional as always, but he wasn't really listening, almost undressing Ashe with his disgusting eyes

Tryndamere won't need to be told twice, approaching rapidly, he took Ashe by the waist, throwing her over his shoulder to take her away

If your hearing was good enough you could almost hear the "mine" that was growled in a very deep voice

Going back to their home, he finally let her go even if Ashe asked to be put down multiple times during the little journey

After somewhat of an argument, Ashe recognized that maybe she was very busy and neglected a bit her husband

To appease him she decided to indulge in some cuddle

Tryndamere was happy to finally have Ashe back at his side

But he wasn't done with that other man yet

~I hope you'll like it!!~

🌸Request are open🌸

Edit :

I edited some parts after putting the whole text in a translator and see where I could have been wrong while writting, I can't proofread my text by other peoples that are fluent in English and when I'm writing I write without translator so I don't notive every mistake, if there is still mistake you can notice me calmly and be respectful because I know what I write is far from perfect but I do it for fun

[shelby-love]

HANK VOIGHT

Dating the Big Boss.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): mentions of r*pe and p*dophilia (it's a tough case)

Author's note: I had a lot of fun writing this one. Especially since everyone is a lot older so I could play with maturity a little. Hope you enjoyed and sorry for the long wait! I'm just starting to get back to writing.

~

"What's up with him?" Erin whispered when she saw Voight barge into the unit's personal quarters. Hank didn't look at any of them as he strode into his office with a frown on his face.

He was angry, that's for sure.

Still hot on his tail, your senior detective self arrived right on que with him. Every pair of eyes was on you, knowing that you were the only one who had magic to calm him. You waved your hands, dismissing their burning questions all at once. You just crossed your fingers for them all to see and walked into your lover's office without knocking.

"Hank let's talk about this," You approached him carefully.

"There's nothing to talk about here Y/N."

"Yes, there is." You sat at the edge of his desk casually, although your heart was still racing upon hearing the news delivered to you this morning. "We have a serial rapist and pedophile out there. It's okay to be affected by it honey."

"Well I don't have any leads on this case," He told you strictly, although the anxiety was visible on his shoulders. He had his back turned to you and face focused on the city in front of him. The wheels turning and working in his brain were practically visible for the whole world to see.

"Then maybe we should look into our contacts and see who can help us," You proposed quietly. "This is far from over Hank. We can still turn this around."

You could see him nod, which instantly calmed you down. "Come here."

He, as surprising as it may sound, listened to your words, and walked over to your arms.

He placed his rough hands on your thighs while you ran your hands over his arms soothingly. Eventually your cold hands grasped his face as you gave him a soft look, "Do you want me to brief the team?"

"Thank you," You giggled, still not used to those words leaving his mouth.

The two of you shared a kiss before you left him alone with his thoughts to brief the team. Upon joining them you felt tension rise again, it made you remember what you were meant to do at that moment. "Is he alright?" Erin asked you quietly. You only managed to nod your head before ushering her to her seat.

Then you took a stand in front of them, a file filled with gore pictures secure in your hand. "A few days ago we found a female that was beaten, raped and murdered just outside the Riverwalk area. She was found in a dumpster just outside the Belle Hotel. Roughly 9 years old and unfortunately not the only case."

You spoke with authority that matched Voight's to a certain level. As a senior to all of them it was your job to deliver the details loud and clear. "There have been a few more cases similar to this one. Brody Thompson declared as missing just over a week ago was found two days ago in an area like this one. His left pinky was cut of just like the first victim's..." You placed a picture of a little boy on the board.

"Same MO?" Erin asked, scribbling things vigorously into her notepad. You nodded sadly.

"Are all of the victims children?" Burgess asked from the other side of the room. When you bobbed your head to her in confirmation you could practically see the heartbreak that struck her.

"We believe that we're dealing with a serial rapist and pedophile." You sighed.

"The MO is unique, and it doesn't look like he's been very careful with where he dumps the bodies," Jay notes. "It should be easy to find him since he's bound to make a mistake."

"That's where it gets tricky," You tell him, appreciating his quickness in noticing the details. "These are only cases reported in Chicago within the last few weeks. If we expand the search, which we did, there are dozens of other reported cases all around Ohio, Virginia, Rhode Island and lastly… New York."

A cool cloak of silence fell over the room once you've finished marking the spots. "Some date back to 10 years so we're looking for someone in his early to mid-forties. Maybe even older. Virginia State Police was only able to give us cases within the last 5 years, and we've hit four matches so far."

"Why are they handing the case to us? NYPD should be able to handle this." It was Alvin who had asked that question to which you opened your mouth to answer immediately.

But Hank, your boyfriend and partner, was quicker.

"Because we're the most qualified to do it," He explained, voice booming across the room. He joined your side and placed his hand on your hip; it was that after all, only the members of this very unit knew about you two. "Now, I've pulled out some old contacts from New York. They should be arriving here on the first jet they get their hands on. Until then I want you guys everywhere."

When his gaze slid to yours a twinkle of determination shone within his irises, "Let's get this son of a bitch."

***

"Sargent Benson," you greet the woman that just descended the stairs of the jet. The only people on the tarmac are the two of you and the officers you brought here. "Thank you for coming on a such short notice."

"Voight sounded stressed when he called. Is he alright?" She asked you quietly, matching your footing and walking toward the black SUV next to you.

You shook your head, "This case has been really hard on us is all. It's not every day we have cases like this one."

"Well, our job isn't pretty." She agreed. "Rape cases are already hard on their own."

"But when it's kids…"

"Do you have kids, detective?"

"None that are my own."

"Then I guess you're lucky."

"I suppose so."

***

The drive back to the district wasn't all that comfortable. Benson carried an air of importance around her that would get some rookies sweating with nerves.

Decades in this line of work showed just how good of a match you were for her.

"Hey Trudy," You greeted your friend in passing. Benson was hot on your heels as you lead her upstairs.

Upon reaching your destination you felt her walk straight pass you into Hank's arms. She brushed her hand against the lapels of his jackets when she asked him how he was doing. You felt your chest rise with jealousy but that diminished quickly when you saw him lead her to his office.

"You're not seeing that?"

"Seeing what Jay?"

The younger man narrowed his eyes at you, "She's obviously into him."

You sent him a glare. "We're not kids Jay, we're adults that lived long enough to see what's worthy being petty about and what's not."

"If you say so."

You rolled your eyes, but still went to retrieve your man, nevertheless.

***

You knocked twice before Voight let you in. "Sorry detective, this is a private conversation."

It was Benson who had told you this. You fought an eyebrow that wanted to rise.

"Y/N runs this unit as much as I do," Your boyfriend interfered. "She can stay."

You smiled, that not being able to suppress. "What do you have?"

"A possible location," She told you, still eerie about you being there.

You perked your eyes at that, taking your usual seat in Voight's office. Hank came to stand behind your chair, hands on the back of it. Olivia eyed you quietly and came to retrieve some papers. With her back turned to you both you turned your head, eyes travelling to Voight. Silently, you asked about what was going on. He only shook his head and pressed his hand against your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort.

Olivia saw the interaction and raised her brow.

***

You held your M16 in your hands securely. Officers were bustling all around you, greeting you in passing. The house in front of you looked like a fortress having god knows what protecting it. "We don't go in by force. There are still kids inside."

While the members of your unit nodded in agreement, a few voiced their distaste.

"We go in now. Cut off his ability to retaliate."

"I understand Olivia, but-"

"Sergeant."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm your sergeant. Let's keep it that way."

You gritted your teeth, seemingly offended by the fact that she had used the chain of command to put you in your place.

"My sergeant is Voight. I answer only to him," You corrected her. "I just want those kids to come out of there alive, and that's not going to be possible if we barge in. He'll panic. Kill them instantly."

"Why don't you go in then?" She proposed. "Scope and give us inside information so we can work our way around it. You find the kids and let us do the rest."

You thought about it. "I need –"

"Nothing." Your sergeant appeared by your side, eyes hard and body as still as a rock. Unlike Benson, you could see his anger. You almost reached out to calm him. "You're not doing it."

"This could be our shot." You told him.

He only shook his head, "Trust me it's not. A word, sergeant?"

She nodded and followed him.

You watched as the distance became bigger.

Jay and Adam came to stand next to you, Adam at your right side and Jay at your left.

"Holy hell." Adam muttered.

"She almost got you killed." Jay commented after him.

"Holy hell indeed guys."

***

"Hank I'm trying to do right by these kids!"

"The hell you are," Hank outright yelled at her. As the only person at the scene that had guts to stand up to her, he took the chance to put her in her place. "The way I see it you want Y/N in direct danger with no back up."

She stayed silent.

"You don't get to boss around my unit. Especially not my most trusted detective."

"Oh, come on Hank." She sighed, not quite believing what she was hearing.

"You're here to assist. The case is still mine so don't get ahead of yourself."

And with that, he left her to be.

"We're waiting for him. SWAT is on standby."

You smiled gratefully at him before mouthing a thank you.

***

"You did great today," You complimented him, smiling from ear to ear. All the children that went missing within the last few weeks have been found alive. Wounded yes, but alive. And the man was, much to your satisfaction, shot dead when he tried to run. By none other than yourself. Being able to put down a monster like him brought you satisfaction.

It brought Hank pride too.

He pulled you in by the hip and rested your back against the wall. Chicago was lightly lit up outside, bringing peaceful atmosphere to the district. Your fingers brushed against his rigid jawline; eyes locked with his.

Kisses between you two were shared ever so often at work. While you would both usually leave to the privacy of your home, today was a day you both needed reassurances immediately.

Your lips were pressed together and moving in a way possible for only people with experience.

When someone opened the door without knocking, you pushed him away in fright. Hank didn't even stumble as he narrowed his eyes at the person who had intruded.

"Sergeant Benson?!" You shrieked, cheeks flushing a bright red.

"It all makes sense now." She mused.

MASTERLIST

[ssa-steverogers]

𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨

pairing ╏ aaron hotchner x female!reader

word count ╏ 2.4k

summary ╏ a couple years have passed, and aaron and reader begin to question their status; inspired by two ghosts by harry styles

warnings ╏ none (?) please tell me if i missed anything x

note ╏ guys. i haven't written fanfics for like three years!1!!1!1! so i apologize in advance for any mistakes and grammar errors! i do hope you enjoy though! and also for the sake of the fic, jack and haley don't exist sorry guys lol and the ending is kind of bonk bonk but leave a like, comment, or reblog if you want! <3

I couldn’t pick up the phone. I sat back on the chair in the apartment we bought a couple years ago. But it tasted bittersweet just thinking about it; something I was supposed to cherish but couldn’t. The two plates of food on the table were now dull. What was once smoking and bled with heat was now encrusted in a dry film; unappetizing.

The phone continued to ring. Once. Twice. A pause. Once. Twice. Three times. But after the eleventh call, I figured he stopped. Aaron had forgotten his key that morning. It's almost humorous how he could tell the difference between a psychopath and a sociopath in his sleep but forgot the simplest things like our house key. And our fifth anniversary.

Earlier today, I had asked Aaron to go home early. But even after five years of marriage, eight of living together, and ten of dating, he couldn’t seem to care less of my whereabouts lately. Distracted, distant, and rigid.

“Hotch,” I swung into his dimly lit office earlier that day, “I'm going to be headed home early tonight. I-“

“Alright, see you at home,” Aaron continued writing his paperwork and took half a second to glance up at me. It’s unclear if he meant to cut me off or not but it didn’t matter because it would’ve hurt either way. Distant, I thought. A quick look at his office and nothing would’ve seemed different but I thought I saw more clutter than usual.

“Okay, well... I’ll see you tonight. Don’t be late!” I tried to look past it, for now. I blew a kiss his way and he looked up to smile at me briefly. The smile reached his eyes but I couldn't tell if it was genuine. His pen didn’t stop writing. Distracted, I thought. “Bye, I love you,” I breathed out and quickly shut the door, walking out to gather my stuff. I didn’t wait for his reply; unsure if he even had one. I wondered what he’d say. And if it’d hurt more than what his words didn’t say.

Looking at my watch on the way to my desk, it was half past four and it was clear to say that no one was done with paperwork yet.

“Where are you going?” Spencer questions, catching Emily’s attention. She looks up from her pile of work as well.

“Well, things to do and places to be,” I smiled at the two, putting my tablet into my bag. I grabbed my gun from my drawer and put it to my holster. Emily smiled knowingly. She knew it was me and Aaron’s fifth anniversary. Emily even helped pick out the perfect outfit for tonight’s homemade dinner. She also knew about Aaron’s behavior lately. We both thought of it and we discussed every scenario except the worst one yet. He wouldn’t do that to me, I would think to myself, not after what Haley did to him. It was the unspoken what if that I wasn't ready to swallow yet.

Emily and Spencer waved me goodbye and she wished me good luck, along with a smile that was poisoned in pity. I was almost entirely sure it wasn’t on purpose but I wasn’t sure of anything at that point. I walked out the door, into the elevator, and it felt so repetitive. The same elevator every day, the same building every day, living the same life every single day. I’d casually mention to Aaron how the repetition felt like a lot sometimes over paperwork in our office at home and he’d hum quietly. Maybe in agreement. We both loved our job. The same thing every time; but we were saving lives. Maybe it was the effect of his changed behavior. Maybe he felt it because he thought my behavior changed as well.

The same thing every time; coming home separately, even though we used to come back together. We were drifting and although it wasn’t the first time, we always resolved it. Things happen and we’d come out stronger and I had never had a doubt. Sometimes the job was hard and I was there for him, and he was there for me but it was different this time. He'd come home late and I'd be asleep by the time he got back. Then, I started to do paperwork at the local coffee shop and he’d be sitting in our office, waiting for me to get back.

No words would be exchanged once we were together for the night. Maybe a ‘hey’ or ‘how was your day?’ and then a simple ‘good.’ We’d both change our clothes and get into the bed. We were getting further and further away every night in bed. Too exhausted to think of words for this odd place we were in. Sometimes he'd hug me and take a deep breath and I'd release a breath I didn't know I was holding. Something was just not working this time. Trust your gut, Aaron used to say to me when I first joined the BAU. My gut told me that this couldn’t keep on going at the rate this seemed to be deteriorating.

All these moments led to right now. The phone rings beside me as Aaron waits outside in the drizzling rain at eight o’clock, without the key that he forgot this morning. I unlocked my phone to read the messages exchanged earlier tonight.

today 7:40

y/n: hey aaron are you still at the office?

love: Yes, is there something going on?

y/n: aaron

love: Yes?

y/n: oh you forgot, didn’t you?

love: Forgot?

y/n: aaron, it’s our anniversary?

read 7:46

I purse my lips and wonder if he still loves me. Of course, he does, my mind wanders, would he have been with you for ten years if he didn’t? I chuckle sadly. The food on the table now cold, the outfit Emily and I chose doesn’t seem so perfect anymore. The candles on the tables nearly half melted. The dining room looked eerie now, sitting by myself on a Thursday night with two uneaten plates of food with candles nearly burnt out.

That’s when I hear him knocking on the door gently.

“Y/N? Please let me in. I didn't forget, I just,” Aaron’s sigh is muffled by the door but I hear it clear as day when I get out of my seat and walk up to the door. I think he hears me walking to the front and continues. “I was distracted. Something isn’t right between us right now and we should talk about it. I’m sorry, Y/N, please let me in so we can talk.” I sigh in defeat and unlock the door, slowly. The door opens and his hair is flat from the rain, briefcase tucked under his arm with his phone in the other hand. But his posture isn’t as upright as it usually is – he probably knows he fucked up. I wonder if he’s been profiling me from my texts, or my current body language even though we promised we wouldn’t do that to each other.

He walks through the threshold of this house but his eyes don’t waver from mine as he sets his stuff down and puts his gun away in the drawer. A glimmer of his keys reflects the light in the drawer. It’s almost funny, how he remembers his gun but not his keys even though they were in the exact same place. It makes me wonder about the integrity of our situation and if he had left the keys on purpose.

I walk to the dining table with the food I made and turn away from Aaron. I’m not sure about what to say. I've obviously been avoiding this conversation for quite some time and even after all this procrastination; I still don’t even know what to say. I hear Aaron's footsteps from behind me and I wait to see if he has anything to say. After I'm sure that he doesn’t, I begin.

“Aaron,” I turn around to face him. I smile grimly, feeling tears prickle at the back of my eyes and it hurts to swallow, “What the hell happened to us?” Aaron stands there, arms crossed and a hand on his chin. Crossing arms suggests closing yourself off and is a gesture of defensiveness. “What happened to our Thursday night dates? Aaron- I don’t- I mean,” I struggle to complete a sentence when millions of thoughts are racing through my head, “I know you’re not happy. Sure, maybe everyone thinks that you don’t show a lot of emotion but I know you and you have a tell for specific things. When was the last time we really talked about how we felt about us? C’mon, Aaron, who are we bullshitting? We weren’t communicating and you know that it’s one of the most important parts of a healthy relationship.”

“Why are you using past tense?” Aaron asks and he’s doing the face he only gives to people he thinks are suspicious.

“What are you talking about? And why are you giving me that face?” I pause and Aaron tries to cut in but I get to it first. I make a face and pull my eyebrows together. “Are you profiling me right now?”

Aaron looks taken aback at my comment. “Are you?” Oh. When I don’t say anything he continues, “You’re using past tense when you mention our… marriage and relationship. If you have anything you want to say you should say it now. There really isn’t a better time,” His voice grows cold on me, the same way he does to unsubs we interrogate. I don’t think the ice in his tone is intentional but he probably can’t help it. He’s right though, should I confirm my suspicions? I don’t want to hear his answer to my question in fear that it might be the wrong one. But he is right, this conversation is long overdue.

“Are you cheating on me?” I breathe out at once. “Are you?” The tears are getting harder and harder to hold back and time seems to move slower by the second.

“Y/N, what? No, I'm not! Why would you think that? I could never do that to you. You know about Haley and how she cheated! And you think I'd do that to you?”

“You were just distant lately and-“

“Distant?” He pauses, I know he wouldn’t interrupt me if not necessary so I let him go on, “Y/N, so are you. I didn't think you were cheating. I thought you needed time and that I needed mine. I had thought about what you had said a couple weeks ago about how repetitive life felt.” I nodded at his words. “You’re not the only one who thinks that.” A pang of guilt radiates in my chest, because I think we both know how this was going to end.

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” I walk a little closer to him and cradle his face in my hands. He rubs circles on my wrists, caressing me and I do the same to his face. Tears are spilling from my eyes, down my cheeks, “Aaron Hotchner, I love you more than anything in this whole entire fucking world. I know you love me and that I love you but you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met in my life and we both know what’s coming. It’s been unspoken for too long, I know that. But whatever happens, you have to know that I love you. We had our good days,” I look around to see picture frames on the walls of our relationship in earlier stages. Smiling, dancing, laughing. I remember each and every one of the pictures and thinking that this would be the man I would love for the rest of my days. “And we had bad days. There will never come a day that I forget all the wonderful things that we had. I’m using past tense now because I think-“

“I think you’re right,” Aaron quietly cuts me off. “We’re not the people we used to be. We’ve changed but we can’t grow like this. I love you too, more than words will ever be able to encompass but maybe we’re feeling stuck, not bored or repetitive.” I want to say something for the hell of being a couple for probably the last moments but I don’t want to stray far from the truth. Aaron’s eyebrows turn downwards a bit and his eyes are glimmering with tears. He envelopes my body in his and leaves a quiet kiss on my hairline.

I take a deep breath of air, trying to savor this moment for the rest of my life. My face is wet from tears and they won’t stop falling. I hiccup from the crying in his grasp so he plays with my hair fondly and almost inaudibly hums to me.

“Will we be okay? I mean,” A hiccup, or three. “I don’t want either of us to leave the BAU because of this but also will we be okay? In terms of feelings and… well, more feelings.”

“Of course,” Aaron begins. “I don’t love you any less but we both agree that things will be better this way. We just... go back to how it used to be before you asked me to a drink for the first time,” I can feel his small grin as he leans against my head. Being reminded of that day hurts now, but it has for a while anyway. I wonder if I hadn’t asked him to that drink one night after a local case, if we’d be where we are now. But I know everything here was nothing less than fate itself and that I probably shouldn’t dwell on what if’s.

And so after some moments of silence for something that would soon be gone, we stand underneath the dim lights of the dining room. Aaron holds me against his chest as we look at the candles on the table. They’re both burnt out. There’s no light there anymore. The candle has melted onto the chamberstick, leaving long trails of wax.

I hold him a little tighter and he does the same to me. I don’t know what the future holds but our two halves have drifted too far to come back together and that’s okay. I know things will be weird for a while but it’ll be okay.

“It’ll be okay,” I whisper under my breath. For the sake of us, we'd leave it here. Once upon a time, we were younger and more naive, better for each other then. But we're older now and we're stuck. Just two ghosts standing in the place of him and me.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Last First Kiss

Summary - Jensen finally lets his feelings towards you known but it doesn't get the reaction he had anticipated.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x OFC!Jessica (brief)

Characters - Jared Padalecki, Gen Padalecki, OMC Mark, OMC Luke, OFC Jessica

Warnings - Fluff, Insecurities, Bad dates, Implied smut, Language, Angst-ish, happy ending

Square Filled - Valentines Day ( @anyfandomgoesbingo ) Jared Padalecki ( @spndeanbingo )

Word Count - 2262

A/N - Written for my 500 Followers challenge

Request by @akshi8278 - Hi, once again congratulations on your 500 followers. 🥳🎉 Could you write number 23 and 25 for Jensen. It could be fluff/ smut, whatever you want. Thank you 😊 (I added a little bit of angst for the course of the story. Hope you like it!)

This is also a submission to @negans-lucille-tblr' 6k Roll The Dice Challenge

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Prompts are in bold.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You trudged down the empty hallway, your body slumped with exhaustion and feet hurting from wearing the ridiculously high heels to impress a man who never showed up. The silence in the empty halls was deafening unlike the crowded diner which was buzzing with lovestruck couples on the fine evening of Valentine’s Day. When you reached his door, you were barely hanging in there. Hesitantly, you knocked twice, immediately cursing yourself for fucking up his Valentines Day as well.

“Y/N?” Jensen tilted his head in confusion at your dejected state. “What happened?”

“I am done with dating.” A stray tear rolled down your cheek as you replied. Jensen pursed his lips as he opened the door wider to let you in. He threw an arm over your shoulder, guiding you towards the couch.

“Mike was a douchebag.” He said, as you plopped down on the blue couch.

“His name is Mark.” You rolled your eyes at him, “I dressed up all for nothing. I am done trying to find the perfect man. I will get a cat and become a cat lady. At least it will show up when we have a cat date with cat food and pizza.”

“You can't just swore off dating because Macaroni didn't show up.” Jensen smirked. “You just haven't met the right person yet.”

“I got stood up thrice within a span of two months. I surely know how to pick them.”

“Sweetheart, I'm so sorry but I know you'll definitely meet the right person. It's just a matter of time.” He rubbed your arm as you snuggled closer to him. “Should we order takeout? I am starving.”

“Mhm. I wouldn't mind some chinese. I'm sorry that I fucked up your plans for the night.” You said.

“I didn't exactly have anything better to do. Spending time with you is much better than third wheeling Jared and Gen.” He chuckled.

“What am I doing wrong, Jay? Something is definitely wrong with me or the entire male population is a douchebag.” You sighed, as Jensen took out his phone to place an order in your favourite Chinese restaurant.

“Y/N/N, nothing's wrong with you and there are good men out there in the world.” He said.

“They are all taken.” You replied, nonchalantly.

“I'm not.” Jensen said and your heart skipped a beat at his words.

“Maybe I was too blind to notice it,” you wanted to say instead you blurted out, “You're my best friend, Jensen.”

His hands dropped to the side as he visibly tensed up. An unbearable silence followed the awkward conversation. You could barely look at the actor beside you who was staring off into the distance, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Fortunately you were both saved from further conversation by the delivery guy.

You bit down on your lip to stop the yawn that was threatening to leave as you pretended to listen to the man in front of you complain about his work life. You hummed along to the man’s words as your mind reeled back to that night at Jensen's house. You still didn't know why you didn't speak about your true feelings. Even though his little confession didn't break you two up, whenever you used to hang out, a discomfort lingered in the air and so you had ditched the weekly movie night the day before.

After another painfully long hour, your extremely bad date came to a very fortunate end. As a sign of politeness, you had agreed with Luke, your date, when he had offered to drop you at your doorstep. With no promises for a second date, you had left Luke’s car after successfully dodging his attempt at a kiss. You sprinted across the usually empty hallway and found yourself in front of Jensen's room. You knocked at his door.

“So I was on a date and oh god, time wasn't passing by at all! Luke was such a boring guy. I surely do know how to pick the guys- and I'm so sorry I didn't come yesterday for our weekly movie night-” You rambled on as soon as Jensen opened the door without giving him a chance to pitch in his two cents.

“It's okay.” He finally spoke but his words were soon forgotten when you saw the half-naked brunette standing behind him, glaring at you.

“I'm sorry,” You turned your attention to the man in front and noticed the swollen lips, tousled hair and his unbuttoned jeans, “I didn't know you had company.”

“Next time try to call before you barge in complaining about yet another bad date.” Jensen grumbled, rolling his eyes before he shut his door to your face. You stared at the closed door, crestfallen as tears started to pool in your eyes. You made your way back to your room which was on the next floor in the same apartment building all the while wondering if your insecurities had really messed up a good friendship.

Jensen had neither heard nor seen you since he had closed the door on your face. He winced every time he remembered how rudely he had pushed you out of his apartment when Jessica was over. He was finally trying to move on since now he knew how you felt. Jensen was definitely hurt when you made it clear that you didn't reciprocate his feelings but he didn't hate you. You were still his best friend so it hurt when you had started to distance yourself from him, even ditching him on your weekly movie night. All that bottled up frustration had turned into anger when you had knocked on his door the next night to complain about your boring date but he still regretted the way he had told you off.

“Is Y/N going to come to Gen’s party?” Jared asked his tv brother during one of the takes.

“I don't know. Why don't you ask her yourself?” Jensen snapped as he went back to reading his script.

“What happened?” The hazel eyed actor frowned at his friend's behaviour.

“I haven't talked to her in weeks nor have I seen her.” Jensen grumbled.

“You two are like the Siamese twins and now you are saying you haven't even talked to her? Dude, what happened?” Jared asked. “Maybe you should talk to her.” He said after Jensen opened up about what happened.

“I have called her. Dozens of times. She is not picking up.” He scoffed.

“Gen is going to invite her I suppose. Maybe you can talk to her then.” Jared shrugged as they were called back on to set.

Jared was right about everything. You were invited to Gen’s backyard birthday party and so was Jensen. You had hesitated before you finally made up your mind to go to the Padaleckis' because you knew someday you had to face Jensen. When you had returned home that night, you had realised why no one was ever good enough for you since the perfect person for you was right in front of you but your insecurities had made you blind. You knew you had missed your chance when you had caught him with the brunette but what hurt more was when he shoved you out of his apartment.

Jensen had called you a dozen times but you hadn't picked up. You didn't know what to say and the longer you stayed away from him, your feelings for him grew stronger so instead you started to avoid him like plague, trying your best to move on.

The clinking sound of bottles behind you pulled you out from your deep thought.

“Hey.” Jensen awkwardly said.

“Hi.” You returned the same awkwardness.

“You weren't picking up my calls. I'm sorry for the other night.” He said, his gaze quickly dropping to the floor.

“It's all right.”

“No it's not. Then you wouldn't have avoided me.” He said. “I know things have been awkward since that night but no hard feelings. It's perfectly okay if you don't feel the same. I just want my best friend back.”

“I do feel the same.” You muttered quietly which made him look up to you. Jensen stared at you dumbfounded.

“Then why didn't you tell me?” He finally said.

“I panicked. I got scared because you know me, I don't do well with men and I thought if we didn't work out, I would lose you.” Your lips trembled ever so lightly as you stared into his green eyes.

“You won't ever lose me.” Jensen walked up to you, “Even if things don't work out relationship-wise. I will always be your best friend.”

“I don't wanna lose you. You're my person, Jay. So I lied not realising that I had pushed you away myself.” You said.

“I will always be your person just like you're mine but I can't fight this feeling anymore. I think I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do.” He said while walking up to you.

“Maybe you do know now.” He leaned down, cupping your face, his lips hovering over yours. You closed your eyes, feeling his hot breath fan against your skin but then you felt him pull back. You opened your eyes as you saw him stare at you with a look of regret in his eyes.

“I can't.” Jensen sighed.

“Why?”

“I have a girlfriend.” You gaped at him, heart broken into millions of pieces. Before Jensen could get another word out, you fled the scene.

“Hey Y/N.” Gen beamed. “Are you going home already?”

“Yeah I think I'm coming down with something. Sorry Gen. Happy birthday, again.” You said and wasted no time to get into your car and quickly drove back to your home.

Jensen had repeatedly called you since you had fled the Padaleckis’ house but you hadn't picked up. The first two days you had hardly left your house. You had been sobbing uncontrollably. You had bared your heart and soul to the man you had fallen head over heels only to get your heart broken.

You were lying on your couch, watching a sappy romantic movie when you heard a knock on your door. Pausing the movie midway you got up to open the door.

“Hi.” The green eyed man spoke quiet as when you opened the door. The sight of him brought tears to your eyes again. He was carrying a box of chocolate and a bottle of wine. “I would have brought flowers but I know how sad you get when they start to wilt.”

“What're you doing here?”

“I heard a guy hurt my best friend so I'm here with chocolates and wine.” He smirked. You snatched the box of chocolates from his hands as you held the door wide open.

“Sappy romantic comedy? Oh sweetheart, want me to kick the guy's ass? He deserves it. No one hurts my best friend.” He said as he pulled you into a tight hug. The intoxicating smell of his cologne finally breaking you. “I'm so sorry.”

“I'm so sorry too.” You sniffled as you looked up at him. “Our timings sucked.”

“It did. Can we start afresh?” Jensen smiled.

“What about your girlfriend? I don't wanna be your ‘slutty mistress’.” You said, quoting Grey’s Anatomy which made him chuckle.

“I broke up with her. I tried to date other girls to keep you off my mind but there wasn't a single damn second when you didn't cross my mind because I am totally, completely, hopelessly in love with you.” He grinned as he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“I am in love with you too, Jay.” You said, “Kiss me.” Jensen dropped his head as he leaned into you, capturing your lips with his. His hands travelled all the way down your body before stopping at your waist. He gripped you tightly and pulled you closer, your hands landed on his biceps as you tried to steady yourself. His teeth grazed your lips lightly, making you moan into his mouth. Your hands left his biceps, hooking themselves at the nape of his neck, your fingers tugging at his hair, eliciting a groan out of him.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?” He growled into your ear.

“Is it working?” You smirked. Jensen growled once more into your ear before pulling away from you. He effortlessly picked you up, your legs hooking behind him as he went towards the bedroom.

Panting hard you tried to come down from your high as you felt him go soft before he pulled out. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips and rolled off to the side. His chest heaved as he tried to control his breathing, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Lost in an euphoric state, you didn't notice when Jensen had left the bed to get a cloth to clean you up. After a few minutes, he returned back to bed. You laid there in his arms, naked, basking in the afterglow of what was actually the best sex of your life. Jensen was tracing tiny, imperfect circles on your arm as a sigh of contentment left his lips. Your back flushed against his chest, smiling, you spoke.

“We might be each other’s last first kiss.” You turned towards, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“No more bad dates. No more bad first kisses. You're mine.” Jensen whispered.

“You're it. You're my person. My world is a better place with you in it.” You said, snuggling against his warm chest. “I love you.”

Feedback is highly appreciated!

[amindofstone]

let me hold you for a bit

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a/n: And here we have another scenario I made up in my head before going to sleep just to make myself sad over basically something none existing. GREATTTTT!!! Anyways, while writing this I honestly got hella mad over the word swordsman. I googled it and found out that this is a neutral word and can be used for the male but also female gender. It's just like the word mankind. Like the fck?! Why is language so patriarchal?! I'm going to have a looooooong discussion with my professor about that... Anyways have fun and enjoy this little work of mine. ;)

Genre: anime image?

Character(s): Eustass "captain" Kid × Serena (reader)

Words: 2295

Spoiler(s): none

Info: For better reading keep in mind that the words in italic are either Kid's or readers train of thoughts. It is both written in italic but it is understandable on who's thoughts it is (Hopefully).

Warning(s): a bit of cursing and swearing, I guess. But nothing to be worried of. (+ grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I'm still improving in every aspect. (Please have mercy on that))

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. This took me a lot of time. So please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner @nan50ku (on Twitter). !!!

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One and a half year ago he send his first mate to recruite her as a swordsman although some of his mates weren't really fond of his choice for a long time. So he took it upon himself to convince them to agree to his word. He might be the captain but he cherished his crew a lot although he never said nor really showed it because he is not the type of man who likes to openly show emotions since he considered it as weak.

So after a few days of long arguments between the stubborn captain and his first mate he was able to make him and his crew accept his decision to make the female fencer a part if their life and goal. Although the captain was really fond of her being the crew still took her presence on board with a lot of scepticism and caution since they barely knew anything about her. Not only took it the entire crew but also the woman itself a lot if time and patience to get used to their new environment. Lucky for her she was not the only female on board. There seemed to be another woman who was recruited by the pirates long ago. She however had nothing against her and welcomed her with open arms just like the captain who unlike her had more than just one reason to accept her with joy.

Days passed and she slowly started to open up more and socialise with the people on board more and more. Weeks passed and she laughed and fought side by side with them. Months passed and she shared memories of her childhood with the people off the Kid pirates and heared a few of theirs. But it was after a year with them when the woman Eustass Kid took in his crew with pure joy, told the people she grew fond of that her father was a important person at the revolutionary army and that she therefore was also a part of them. She thought that they might throw her out and get mad at her secrecy but nothing happened. In fact they were glad she told them something important as this. But most of all they were happy to see that the woman that kept quiet for so long opened up to them to this extent.

While they all thought nothing else of it and kept going as if nothing happened one person in particular seemed to grow angrier day by day. He locked himself up in his cabin or his workshop and only came out when it was necessary which got the crew worried more and more.

It was well known for his mates that their captain was a naturally reckless man but never over nothing. He was going mad at the most unnecessary and simple things. When they docked on islands Kid would usually celebrate, drink more and more. He wouldn't give a damn about anyone and would have a great time. But since he became quite temperamental and gloomy for no reason in particular he kept staying in his cabin. He would always give all of his crew mates a list of supplies and get back in his workshop and ignore his first mates question if he doesn't want to come out for a while. Even when he slammed the door shut behind him his first mate who was also his best friend would keep telling him that it was not okay for him to stop talking to his people. After all it was them that worked for him and respected him. But the only thing the blond man would get was a annoyed and angry "Fuck off!".

Now one and a half year later, after he recruited the female bold fencer, the crew would find him knocking on the door of her bedroom at least twice a week. And when she wouldn't be in her bedroom when he came he would simply enter and just wait for her inside, no matter how long it took her to come back to her room. Just like now.

Kid took a quick glance at the clock at the wall over her desk that was occupied by probably a dozen books for her researches. A smile spread over his red lips that turned into a small chuckle when he remembered how happy she got when he came back yesterday with a bunch of new books. When he told her that Killer included some novels to the already enormous pile of books they came back with her face light up. How can someone like reading that much. It's a waste of time when it's not informative. Kid who was sitting on her bed stood up and walked up to her desk and took a look at her notes of the task he gave her. With a little too much of a proud smile he leaned back and took her notebook in his hands and went through it to kill some time. Not long after, the door to the room he was sitting in was opened by its owner.

"Oh I'm sorry did you wait long?", a woman with two swords attached to her small waist entered with a genuine smile on her plum lips with the colour of a deep pink. "Not at all. I was going through your notes and I'm am surprised how much informations you found out in such a short period. It really was a good idea to get you to be a part of my crew.", said the red haired man without looking up from the book in his hands. He was taking his time reading because he didn't wanted to leave so soon. He wanted to have a reason to stay in her room with her without anyone else. He wanted her to himself all alone. But he never dared and will never dare to say it out loud.

He came to her again just like any other time since months now with the hope of her coming and sitting on his lap on her own. He wanted her to hold his face in her small and tender hands while caressing his cheeks in the painful slow pace she always did. He wanted to bury his face on her neck and breath in her scent that got him addicted. He felt small, he felt weak, he felt stupid when she was around. Because he knew that he was helplessly in love with a woman that was to good for him and would probably leave as soon as the no. 2 of the revolutionary army would order her over. The thought of a man that could get her to any place in the world got him angrier than necessary.

Kid pushed everything aside. All of his emotions and the need to hold her just to lean on her desk and take a pen and paper and work on her notes. Focus and ignore her you fool. He told himself off and tried his best to bury his need to take a look at her in the deepest corner of his heart. So it came that he was now working on her notes while every now and than asking her what she meant with a specific note or if the information that was given to her is trustworthy or not. A hour passed and Serena took a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and an oversized sweater she recently purchased. She was sitting in her bed and read a novel when she let out a quiet yawn. She put her book on her nightstand and got under her blanket just to realise that she wasn't alone. Her green orbs fell upon her captain that was silently doing her work. When was the last time he had eight hours of sleep? Can't he relax for a bit? Every time I see him he is either in his workshop or on sea. "Kid? Aren't to going to sleep or at least rest for a bit?"

A soft and gentle voice replaced the calm silence and made the red haired man's heart race while his body turned warm. He felt like he had a fever and was about to collapse when he heard the bed behind him shift. He didn't move a bit or said anything until he felt her soft hands on his shoulders. "You should go to bed. Rest a bit. You need a healthy dose of sleep and resting otherwise you won't be able to fight properly, you know?"

Kid said nothing. He didn't reply to her or move. "Kid? You alright?", and again he didn't gave a answer but closed his eyes and turned around just to sit her down on his lap. "Stay. Stay like that for a while. I know that you want me to leave and I will do so but for now just stay like that and let me hold you for a bit."

The usually loud and aggressive captain was holding onto the female fencer like a child while his face was buried between her shoulder and neck. The feared captain was slowly breathing in her scent and letting out a hardly audible whimper. But Serena heard it what made her shiver slightly out of shook. She carefully placed her hands on his face and made him look in her eyes but the stubborn man refused to do so. He kept his eyes closed and his jaw clenched out of anger towards himself. What the actual fuck am I doing?! What is wrong with me? Why is my fucking heart racing?! GOD, stop it!! The captains cheeks were softly caressed by the woman he sat on his lap. While doing so she waited for him to hopefully open his eyes and allow her a look into his onyx black eyes. She didn't want to push him to something he didn't wanted so she kept quiet and gave him time to relax. While doing so she place her forehead against his and hummed a soft melody that seemed familiar to the captain of the worst generation but he couldn't quite get why it was so familiar and comforting.

Still not opening his eyes Kid spoke in a low and quiet voice "Would you mind me sleeping next to you for tonight?", a smile grew on Serenas lips and made a chuckle follow. "How come you are able to speak so nice and so.. I don’t know... gentleman like? No, thats not it. Let's just say it was really really nice and respectfully said.", said the green eyed woman while leading him to her bed and tugging him in. "Don't make me regret my word choice. I can go back to cursing and insulting you in any minute, woman."

The laughter of Serena filled the comforting silence that lingered in the room. A laughter that made the heart of the man laying at the right of the bed jump in joy. "And there we have our rude captain back. I kinda missed your rudeness around me. It's kinda entertaining and funny. I mostly like to see you and Killer fight with him always stating facts and you just yelling around a bunch of angry - No's- like a child.", with a smile upon her lips she made a little fun of the man she loved to have close to her. She liked spending time with him. She loved it when he came to her to complain about a failed plan of his or that of his first mate. She really appreciated when he searched for her whenever he needed to calm down and get away form his responsibilities as the captain. And everytime she would drop anything and anyone just to give him all of her attention as long as she could help. But everytime she did so the tall and muscular man wondered why she acted that way towards him because he knew that he wasn't someone easy-going.

"You're really annoying. Everytime I come to see you, you make me regret it.", Kid rolled his eyes to show his annoyance to support his point while still wearing a tiny friendly smile on. Serena laid down and pulled her blanket up to her shoulder right before she placed a hand under her pillow and her other hand lovingly on her captains cheek. Kid closed his eyes and did exactly what he asked her for. Sleeping and laying next to her with the hope of being able to suppress his need to hold her tightly in his arms and to calm his racing heart. But sadly she only knew about his wish of just being allowed to sleep next to her. Carefully she went through his hair to help him sleep when he took her wrist and held her back from making any other move. "Woman, your annoying. Let me sleep in peace."

Serena was hurt and felt her heart aching more than any other day but she said nothing else beside apologising and taking her hand back. "Good night cap."

She slowly turned around with now her back facing the sleepy big figure of the man beside her. Out of all the men around the world her heart chose to love him. A reckless and unpredictable man. A man that does not hesitate to kill and destroy when he wanted or needed to. She, a woman with a loving and sweet personality. A woman who probably could marry a king or a Prince ended up loving a pirate, a criminal hated and feared by any person with a sense of sanity. I should have stayed with my father and never accepted this mission Sabo gave me. A tear fell down her cheek when she heard the man, who owned her heart and soul without even knowing, lightly snore.

And just like that another night passes for the two lovesick pirates without them knowing that their feelings were actually returned.