#well she wanted this place close to her work that opened at 11. so we leave early and get there 5 til open

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 27

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: Angst, tension, mention of loss of appetite

After Chris drops me off, I make my way back up to my hotel room, kicking off my shoes the second I step inside. I don’t bother turning on the lights. Instead, I walk straight to the bed, sinking into the mattress with a deep sigh. I stare up at the ceiling, letting everything replay in my head - Hawaii, the beach, the club, Matt, Christina, the way everything crumbled so fast I barely had time to process it.

I’m relieved things are okay between me and Chris. At least that part of my life isn’t in ruins. But the conversation we had keeps looping in my mind. The way he said it so casually, like it wasn’t even a question.

"Matt slept on the couch when she stayed in the room. I may have been drunk, but I remember that well."

She lied.

Christina lied about sleeping with Matt in Vegas.

I sit up, rubbing my temples, trying to make sense of it. 

Why would she say that? What did she gain from making me believe something that never happened? Was it to hurt me? To plant something in my head? Did she just want Matt to herself?

But then, I shake my head because none of it even matters. True or not, it doesn’t erase everything else that happened. It doesn’t erase the fact that Matt still brought her home that night.

I rake my brain over and over again, replaying every little detail, every moment where I should have seen it coming, should have stopped it before it spiraled. None of it changes anything, though. It all still happened.

With a sigh, I pull out my phone, my thumb hovering over the message Matt sent me. The one I never responded to. I debate back and forth, my fingers twitching like they want to type something, anything, but I know nothing good will come from it. 

What could I even say?

That I miss him? 

That I hate him? 

That I don’t know how to feel anymore?

Instead, I lock my phone, but as if on cue, my stomach grumbles, pulling me out of my thoughts. I hadn't even realized how long it’s been since I last ate. Between everything happening, I’ve barely had an appetite. But now, hunger is getting to me, and I know I need to eat something.

I unlock my phone and open the Uber Eats app. Comfort food is a must right now. So I quickly decide on Raising Cane’s. Some chicken tenders, crinkle cut fries, and Cane’s sauce are more than justified right now.

I place my order and set my phone down, letting out a deep sigh as I sink further into the bed. I roll onto my side, pulling the blankets over me, wanting the minutes to pass faster. My order should be here soon, and maybe after I eat I can just easily fall asleep.

As I lay there, my stomach growls again, reminding me to check where the driver is. I glance at my phone, refreshing the Uber Eats tracking page, watching as the little car icon inches closer to my location.

Two minutes away. 

I let out a breath and push myself off the bed, grabbing my key card and slipping on my shoes before heading downstairs.

The hotel lobby is empty for the most part, the odd one or two people checking in this late in the evening. I step outside into the cool night air, the slight chill giving me goosebumps. 

A black car pulls up to the curb, and I recognize the make and model from the tracking page. I approach as the driver steps out of his car, I greet him with a polite smile before taking the bag from his hands.

"Thanks, have a good night" I say, my voice soft.

"You too!" he replies before driving off.

I shift the bag in my hands, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of Raising Cane’s. Just as I turn to walk back toward the hotel entrance, I hear something.

A voice.

Calling my name.

Loud. Urgent. Familiar.

"Y/N!"

My body tenses, my breath catching in my throat. The way my name is said, the sharpness in the tone, makes my heart pound in my chest. My fingers tighten around the bag. I don’t turn immediately. A part of me doesn’t want to. A part of me knows exactly who it is.

Slowly, I turn around, and there he is.

Matt.

Standing a few feet away, looking right at me, like he can’t believe I’m real. His chest rises and falls with quick, uneven breaths. His hair is messier than usual, his hoodie slightly wrinkled like he threw it on in a hurry. But it’s his eyes that get me. They’re heavy, filled with something unreadable, something I’m not sure I want to unpack right now.

Suddenly, I’m not hungry anymore.

"Y/n.." His voice is softer this time, hesitant, like he doesn’t know if he has the right to speak to me. Like he’s waiting for permission.

I should walk away. I should ignore him, turn around, and disappear into the hotel. But I don’t. Because even after everything, even after the lies, the betrayal, the absolute mess that’s been left in the wake of it all, there’s a part of me that wants answers.

Matt takes a cautious step forward, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie like he’s trying to hold himself together. His jaw tenses, like he’s bracing for me to turn and leave, but I don’t.

Not yet.

"I’ve been trying to talk to you.." he says, voice low, almost pleading. "You haven’t answered me."

I exhale slowly, gripping the bag in my hand a little tighter. "I know."

He nods, like he expected that answer, like he’s already had this conversation in his head a hundred times. "Can we just..can we talk? Please?"

Everything in me screams that this is a bad idea, that nothing he says will change what happened. But I also know that if I don’t hear him out now, he’s just going to keep showing up, keep pushing until I finally break. And maybe, I need to hear what he has to say.

I glance toward the hotel entrance, debating.

"Fine.." I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Come up."

The walk through the lobby is silent. I feel Matt’s presence beside me, but I don’t look at him. Not even when we step into the elevator. The doors slide shut, trapping us in the small space together, you could cut the tension with a knife.

The elevator dings, and we step out. I swipe my keycard and push open the door, stepping inside. Matt follows hesitantly, his eyes scanning the room.

He lets out a low breath, taking it all in. "Damn" he says, nodding to himself. "Chris made sure you’re taken care of."

I freeze mid step, my stomach twisting. I slowly turn to face him, my brows furrowed.

How did he know that?

"How did you know it was Chris?"

Matt looks at me, realizing what he just said. "The GPS.." he says simply, like it’s obvious. "I went to go for a drive and when I got in the car, the last route was set here. I put two and two together."

I exhale sharply, shaking my head. "So you just assumed?"

Matt tilts his head slightly. "Am I wrong?"

I don’t answer. Because no, he’s not wrong. Chris’s little mistake led Matt right to me.

Matt sighs, stepping further into the room. "Look, I didn’t come here to start something. I just.. I need you to hear me out."

I swallow hard, leaving the food down on the bed side table. "Then talk."

Matt swallows hard, running a hand through his hair. "I fucked up" he starts, shaking his head. "I know that. I know I hurt you, and I swear to God, Y/n, that was never what I wanted."

I scoff, shifting my weight. "You sure? Because it felt pretty fucking intentional."

His expression twists, like the words physically hurt. "It wasn’t. I-" He exhales, frustrated, like he doesn’t even know where to begin. "When you and Nate got up and went to the bar, I pulled Chris aside" He says, rubbing a hand down his face like he’s replaying it all in his head. "I asked him what the fuck he was thinking, why he would bring them out. But then I saw you leave with Nate, and I didn’t know if you were just stepping out for air or if you were gone for the night."

I stay quiet, waiting.

"So we went back to the table" he continues, "and after a while, Chris and Rachel decided to leave. I figured I’d get out of there too, but Nick was nowhere to be found, and Christina was.." He pauses, shaking his head. "She was a mess. Completely fucked up. She could barely stand, and when I told her it was time to go, she couldn’t even remember where she was staying."

I clench my jaw, a bitter taste in my mouth. I feel like I can already see where this is going, and I don’t like it.

"She got sick on the sidewalk and everything Y/n" Matt adds, sighing. "I had no other option but to bring her back to the villa. I couldn’t just leave her there."

I exhale sharply through my nose, looking away.

"I let her use my bed" he says, holding my gaze, his voice steady. "And I slept on the couch. Told her as soon as Rachel was awake, she could go."

Silence stretches between us, the only thing I can hear is my heartbeat in my ears. He’s saying all the right things, but it doesn’t erase the image burned into my mind, the sight of Christina in his bed the next morning.

“Do you have any idea what that morning did to me?” I whisper, my eyes to meeting his. “What it felt like to see her there?”

Matt’s expression shatters. “I do.” he admits. “And I hate myself for it. But I didn’t sleep with her" he says, softer now. "Nothing happened, Y/n. I swear to you."

I swallow hard, searching his face for any sign of a lie. But all I see is sincerity, frustration, exhaustion.

I press my lips together. I want to believe him. Maybe I even do. But it doesn’t erase the hurt, the betrayal I felt that morning, the way my heart shattered at the sight of them together.

Matt steps closer, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “Y/n.. please. Say something.”

I shake my head, letting out a bitter laugh. “What do you want me to say, Matt? That it’s fine? That none of it matters?” My voice rises, and I hate the way it cracks. “Because it does. It does matter.”

His jaw tightens. “I know it does. That’s why I’m here.”

I scoff, turning away from him, running a hand through my hair. “It’s too late for that.”

“No, it’s not.” He moves closer, hesitating before reaching for my arm. His touch is warm, familiar, almost comforting, and it makes my chest ache. “I know I fucked up, Y/n. I should’ve told you the second you walked in that morning. I should’ve-” He stops himself, exhaling sharply. “I should’ve fought harder for you.”

I pull away, my back hitting the edge of the bed as I shake my head. “You didn’t even try.”

Matt’s eyes darken with frustration. “That’s not true.”

“It isn’t?” I snap. “Because from where I was standing, you just stood there while I walked away.”

Matt shakes his head. “The second I found out you left, I booked the next flight home. I didn’t even think twice, Y/n. I just-” He stops, shaking his head. “I needed to find you.”

My heart stammers in my chest, but I don’t let it show. “You did?”

Matt lets out a bitter laugh, his eyes dark with frustration. “Yeah, I hoped I’d be able to speak to you when I got home, hoping that's where you'd be. I saw the yellow jumper on my bed. And for a second, I thought you were there. That you were home.” His voice cracks slightly, and he swallows hard. “I ran upstairs to talk to you, but then.. I saw that all of your things were gone.”

My breath catches in my throat.

“I freaked out” he admits, his gaze locking onto mine. “I tore through the whole place looking for something, anything, that told me where you went. I asked Nick. I asked Chris. Shit, even until today, I was still asking. But no one would tell me a thing.” His hands clench at his sides. “Do you know how that felt? Knowing you were gone but having no idea where? No way to find you?”

I don’t answer. I can’t. Because for the first time, I realise that while I was drowning in my own pain, Matt had been spiraling too.

He takes a step closer, his voice lower now, rough with emotion. “Y/n, I know I hurt you. And I know you probably hate me for it. But don’t ever think for a second that I didn’t care. That I wasn’t trying to fix this.”

Matt steps even closer, his voice barely above a whisper now. “I told you before, I wasn’t sure where I fit into your life.” He hesitates for a second, searching my face. “But I always knew where I wanted to.”

I feel my heart in my throat as he continues.

“I wanted to fit in it as your boyfriend, Y/n.” His voice is hoarse, almost pleading.

I stare at him, my breath catching. I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know what to feel.

I wanted this. God, I wanted this so badly before. But now? After everything?

“You’re telling me this now?” My voice cracks. “Now, after I had to leave? After I had to put myself back together on my own?”

Matt’s jaw clenches. “I never wanted you to leave. No one would ever let me get a word in when I tried to explain myself.”

I close my eyes for a brief second, just enough to stop the tears from threatening to fall. I know he’s right. I should say something. I should tell him I need time, or that I can’t do this, or that it’s too late.

"I love you, Y/n."

The words land like a punch to the gut. My heart stutters, my stomach tightens, and for a second, I forget how to breathe.

Matt takes a step closer, his voice softer now, but no less certain. "I’ve always loved you. Even when I was too stupid to show it the right way. Even when I was making all the wrong choices. But from the minute we made it known we had feelings for eachother, I would never ever do anything to jeopardise that. I love you, and I don’t think that’s ever gonna change."

I stare at him, my mind spinning, my throat tight.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

Matt studies my face, searching for something, anything. But when I still don’t speak, he just nods to himself, lips pressing into a tight line.

"I should go" he says quietly, stepping back like he’s giving me space, heading toward the door and gripping the handle. But I could see it in his eyes, he’s terrified this is the moment he loses me for good.

And maybe it is.

Or maybe.. it isn’t.

I don’t know.

And that’s the scariest part.

a/n : 3 parts left..

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[cnnibalize]

You asked for it. | b.e

warnings: angst kinda?, smut, strap usage (r! receiving), angry sex, orgasm denial, pet names (baby, honey, darling, babydoll), spanking, degrading, hair pulling, !dom billie, !sub reader, toxic and mean billie, reader is desperate and dumb, they basically fuck the problem away, and lastly… THE BELT.

summary: you knew just what u were doing, walking like that, talking like that, looking like that to someone who wasn’t her… but you know, she will make you pay for it.

— 11pm, grammy’s after party. —

You felt her eyes burning on you, at each move you made, smirk you gave, and she clearly wasn’t happy about it.

You thought it would be an great revenge, you were mad at her, she wasn’t being herself lately. The work, the pressure, everything made her forget about you. And it only got worse, you felt invisible, unattractive, worthless.

So you decided to make her pay, but at what cost? well, that didn’t matter anymore. You would do anything to make her look at you, even if she’s burning in jealosy.

“i could take you to my house today… what do you think about that?… hey?..” you just was too focused on looking at billie, desperate for her attention. But suddenly, she gets up, and start walking towards you and… maybe julie? jade? jane? you couldn’t care less about what was the girls name.

“shes with me, come on, we have things to do.” billie spoke, with an cold raspy voice. She couldn’t even look at your eyes, she didn’t even grab your arm, her look on you made you feel gross… but you still knew, she had asked for it.

— 11:45pm, a lot of places actually —

You two entered her dodge challenger, she didn’t open the door for you, it looked almost like she was avoiding to be close to you. You kept your head down the whole drive, and she was quiet, deadly quiet. You couldn’t take anymore.

“don’t act like im the only asshole here.” you said finally looking at her, as she entered the garage. Her gaze was finally on you, her look was angry, sharp, possessive. You didn’t know how to feel about it, you’re glad that she was finally looking at you, but.. you’re still afraid of what she was going to say.

“well, you’re the only whore.” her voice was harsh, you took a deep breath and replied.

“don’t blame me for your incompetence.” you said in the same tone as her, even angrier. She was getting really pissed by this.

“excuse me?! what the fuck you just said?!” she wasn’t believing what she heard.

“its not my fault you didn’t even try to make me cum lately.” you stared deep at her eyes, as you saw the look of confusion? angriness? you couldn’t tell anymore.

“you fucking asked for it.” she got off the drivers seat, opening your door and dragging you inside by the arm. She was pissed, but still being careful to not to hurt you in anyway.

You couldn’t tell when you had took all of your clothes off, you just remember being pressed against the kitchen counter with billie tearing apart your fancy dress that she bought you. She made you turn your back to her, as you felt the pressure of her strap on your ass.

“why did you had to be so bratty today, baby? i know you can feel it… i was going to give you what you want, even more…” she spoke on your ear, as she continues to tear apart your dress.

“please.” that whine just escaped out of your dirty mind.. as you felt her hands grabbing your hips harshly, making you arch your back with the light pain.

“now you are begging huh? aren’t you the little slut who was flirting with some weirdo in front of me?” she spoke as you kept quiet, her grip on your hips was getting really harsh.

“bend over.” she said making you bend over the kitchen counter, as she took off her new belt from her hit me hard and soft merch… you could see her adjusting the belt on her hand, as you were with your full body exposed to her. You felt one, two, three smacks on your ass… still holding back every single moan.

“do you think that she could fuck you like me? huh? do you really thing she could treat you like the dirty slut you are?” you just shut your eyes and tried to make your mouth as closed as possible, and she didn’t liked that. She grabbed a fist of your hair, smacking your ass with the belt even harder as she pulled your head back.

“answer me.” she said with an low and raspy voice that made you shiver, since you were in this position, you couldn’t hold back anymore… you just let out an moan when she smacked your ass.

“mhm… n-no, no one can… please bills.” you said as she put your head down again, as she continues to smack your ass, harder and harder until she was done spaking you. It hurt, but it hurt so fucking good. She carried you in her arms to your room, placing you carefully on the bed.

“im gonna give you what you want now, darling.. face down, ass up.” she spoke in a demanding way, you did what she asked you to, she just pushed your underwear to the side to reveal that sticky wetness.

“i think you like being spanked a little…” she spoke, pausing to press her thumb against your clit as she smirked “…too much.”

“y-you’re fucking mean bill-..” you were harshly interruped with another slap on your alrealy bruised area, making you moan again.

“i don’t remember allowing you to speak, honey.” she said as her pace on your clit got faster, but she suddenly stopped.. as she unzipped her jeans.

She placed the strap on your entrance lubricating itself with your own liquids. She got in slowly to make you get used to it, but it was too big to be that easy. You grabbed the bed sheets almost as if your life depends on it.

“its only half way in, babydoll.. sure you can take all of it?” she said getting worried with you.

“yes.. i can.. please fill me up.” that was the only thing she wanted to hear, when you realized, she was already fucking your brains out.

She was pounding you harshly, you could swear that the whole fucking world could hear how loud you were moaning, but you couldn’t help it. Billie was pulling your hair as she hit your g spot, again, and again, and again… She had skilled fingers, and you knew that better than anyone. Without a warning, she begin to play with your clit like it was a fucking toy while she was making a mess out of your poor cunt.

“im c-close.” you said as you holded into the bed sheets once again, feeling your orgarsm coming… but she stopped touching you, she pulled out her strap as you whimpered.

“do you think you really deserve to come after all you did? come on.” she smirked, as you were compleatly at her mercy

“you asked for it.”

— GUYSS, thats my first oneshot here… english its not my mother language and im sorry if theres some grammar or spelling mistakes in this, hope you guys liked itt… horny freaks.

[f1angelz]

Hey there , saw your requests open soo

Carlos x fem reader

The reader is pretty closed off, calm or unemotional person, works in academia. Somehow her and Carlos are dating and it hasn't been that long. Carlos wants to know more of her and like form an emotional bond but the reader is pretty nonchalant. But he notices that she's much more reactive when they're having sex or getting yk. And he uses that to his advantage to get her to say I love you back (she loves him but never says that)

You can take your time. No worries (•‿•)

𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆? — carlos sainz x f!reader

summary: everyone’s shocked how y/n is carlos sainz’s girlfriend. her personality didn’t really show it— calm and nonchalant, never really the type to open up even towards carlos. will he be able to change that?

content warnings: smut (18+) mdni, cunnilingus, bathroom sex (but there’s no penetration so idk if that’s still considered), not proofread again 😭 please excuse errors you might encounter.

this fic contains super basic spanish words!

── .✦

“No, are you serious?”

“Miss Y/L/N? Dating THE Carlos Sainz?”

“I know, why hasn’t she told us? If I were her, I’d be bragging about it everyday.”

“Maybe that’s why she had someone substitute for her Friday class, she was at the race last week.”

Said the students who gossiped over their TA, Y/N.

Recently, a picture of Carlos and Y/N in the Ferrari garage was released all over social media. It went viral, the post reaching almost a million likes.

Y/N obviously wasn’t the type to post content of her boyfriend. She was rather reserved, her social medias were private and little to no posts— she didn’t even have a TikTok account.

Even at the start of their relationship, Y/N didn’t know Carlos was an F1 driver. She only found out when he invited her to a race.

The sound of Y/N’s heels clicking against the marble tiles echoed throughout the hallway, making her way towards the lecture hall. She pushed the laminated wood door open and the students immediately fell silent, watching her as she made her way towards the desk.

“Mr. Sanders won’t be able to make it today, so he won’t be able to deliver a lecture.” Y/N said while she brought out her laptop and placed it on the desk. After the students heard the news, they whispered a small ‘yes’.

“However, he has instructed me to create a quiz on last week’s lesson.”

The students groaned.

Y/N opened her laptop, “The quiz can now be accessed, you have 1 hour to answer. Goodluck.”

The students got to work and Y/N as well, answering several emails and creating lesson plans for the next semester.

Work never really seemed to end for her, she was always glued to her laptop— and when Carlos wanted to spend time with her, it would take a long persuading to do so.

1 hour quickly passed by and Y/N stood up, “Please submit your quizzes. Late submissions 2 minutes after will incur deductions. Once you have finished, you may leave the lecture hall.”

Some students who were already finished left as instructed while others were still fixing their things.

Just as Y/N was about to fix her things too, her phone vibrated and a notification appeared.

Carlos: Mi preciosa, what time do you get off work?

She opened her phone and replied.

Y/N: Now, actually. Why? My 11 to 3 pm class got cancelled.

Carlos: I was wondering if we could grab lunch? I’ll fetch you from work.

“Miss Y/L/N?” A voice interrupted, Y/N looked up from her phone and saw a group of students surrounding her.

“We’d like to ask what’s the passing score? One of them asked.

“Passing is 25.”

All of them let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Miss. See you next week!” They replied and slowly walked away “We hope to see you in the race next week.” One joked, causing their elbow to be nudged.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed upon hearing the statement, causing her to stand up. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, well you’re all over social media right now, Miss. We know you’re dating Carlos Sainz.”

“Yeah, why haven’t you said anything? It’s something to brag about.”

Y/N inhaled deeply, “Yes, I’m dating Carlos Sainz. Why does that matter? It isn’t my responsibility to announce my relationship status. Now, please leave the lecture hall.”

The students were stunned and they apologized. They left the hall, leaving her all alone.

Y/N huffed and grabbed her things, closed the lights and left the hall.

She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and messaged Carlos, telling him that she was already off work and already walking towards the exit.

Carlos was already parked outside of the University. Among all the other cars parked there, Y/N knew which one was her boyfriend’s car. She walked towards his car and knocked on the passenger’s door, Carlos opened it and greeted her with a warm smile.

Y/N smiled back and sat in the passenger’s seat, closing the door.

“How was work, amor?” Carlos asked as he started leaving the parking lot.

“It’s okay, I guess.”

“I guess?” He questioned.

“My students found out that we’re dating.” Y/N sighed and fixed her hair on the mirror.

“How’d they find out?”

“I don’t know, I told them off and I left the lecture hall immediately.”

Carlos glanced over to her, “Amor, what about it if they found out we’re dating? You’re smart, beautiful, and definitely more than what I deserve. What’s the worry?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged off Carlos’ question.

Their lunch ended on a good note and went home immediately after, at Y/N’s apartment.

Y/N tapped her keycard against the door lock, pushing it open. She took off her heels and placed it on the shoe rack behind the door, Carlos’ actions following hers. The cold beige colored marble tiles made contact with feet, her thin socks barely giving her any warmth.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Y/N announced, making her way towards the bedroom and Carlos hummed in response.

He always wondered why she wasn’t as open towards him. Sure, she’s shared some things about her past, and her life in general, but she never really shared anything regarding her emotions.

Although she’s somewhat affectionate, it’s still a shock to her how she really just couldn’t say the three words that meant the most— I love you.

The sound of metal clinking on the ceramic jewelry plate resonated throughout the bedroom, Y/N taking off her accessories before she showered.

“You’re so beautiful, you know?” Carlos leaned against the bathroom’s doorway, watching Y/N as she unbuttoned her blue silk button down top. She looked towards his direction, flashing him a small smile.

As she was about to unbutton the last one, Carlos wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, closing the gap between them. His hands wandered, while he placed soft kisses on Y/N’s neck.

“Carlos..” Her words fell, lost in his kisses. “— what are you doing..” She let out a soft moan.

“Te gusta, Mi amor?” Carlos said in between kisses, slowing making them aggressive.

“Si…” Was all Y/N managed to let out.

It was like Carlos turned on a switch in her brain, he never saw her like this. Submissive, melting even at the slightest touch.

Out of desperation, Y/N guided his hand towards her right breast, pushing her bra. Carlos played with her nipple, tugging and pulling on it. Y/N looked at herself in the mirror in front of her, desperate and needy for her lover’s touch.

She finally removed her top, only leaving her in her bra and panties, her slacks gone even before Carlos entered.

“Hermosa.” Carlos said under his breath, looking at Y/N’s figure on the mirror. She turned around and faced him, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. “May I take this off?” Carlos asked in between kisses and tugged on her bra strap, she hummed in response. With one swift movement, her bra fell loose, letting it drop on the floor.

Carlos pulled away and unbuttoned his linen polo, tossing it somewhere. Y/N couldn’t believe what was in front of her— it was her first time seeing Carlos topless. She placed a hand on his chest and he watched, her hand slowly going down towards his crotch.

Before she could unbuckle his belt, Carlos inched towards her, causing her to lean against the sink.

“Sit on the counter for me, yeah?” And she obliged, her feet hanging off the counter.

Y/N’s hands wandered along his chest and arms, desperate for his next move. Carlos brought his hand towards her left breast, kneading it as his mouth latched onto her right nipple. She felt herself getting wet, her core beginning to feel a familiar tingle.

Carlos pulled away for a moment, “Is this okay?” She nodded, her free hand making its way towards her core, ready to touch herself. But Carlos was quick to stop her, “Ah ah, no. Let me.”

“Por favor, Carlos.” Y/N begged, growing impatient.

Carlos laughed, “Since when were you so impatient, amor?” He took off her panties and tossed them aside, revealing her wet core.

Y/N spread her pussy lips apart, her clit exposed and covered with her wetness. Carlos went on his knees and placed kisses on her inner thigh, inching closer towards her pussy. Y/N grabbed his hair, desperately wanting to be touched.

He placed his thumb on the entrance of her pussy, spreading her wetness around. Y/N’s breath hitched, “Fuck, Carlos.” He licked her clit gently, his thumb still toying with her entrance.

“You love this, no?” Carlos taunted, his licks now turned into sucking which made her crazier.

“So— so much, f-fuck! More!” Y/N moaned out, her grip on Carlos’ dark brown locks tightening.

Carlos picked up the pace, her sounds of pleasure growing louder and louder each time his tongue grazed over her clit.

Y/N brought her hand towards her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple to stimulate herself.

Carlos couldn’t believe the sight before him. Her chest heaving up and down, breaths shaky from the work his tongue was doing on her pussy.

He felt that Y/N was cumming soon, her wetness growing even more. “Are you close, amor?” Y/N nodded like her life depended on it, “Si, amor— fuck! I’m so close!” She struggled to say, her orgasm nearing.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes, please— please! I want to cum!”

“Tell me that you love me, and I’ll let you cum.” Carlos stopped sucking on her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb instead, in a painfully slow motion.

“W-what?” She breathed out, unsure of what he said.

“Tell me you love me.” Carlos stood up and pulled her closer, his middle and ring finger rubbing her clit as he picked up the pace.

Y/N jaw remained open, unable to comprehend what Carlos said.

“Cat got your tongue, amor?” He smirked and rubbed even faster, the sound of her wetness spreading around her skin.

“A-ah! I love you— fuck! I love you, C-carlos!” She screamed as her orgasm came over her, her legs tightened on his hips. Carlos groaned, giving her wet pussy a slap before slightly pulling away.

Y/N processed what happened, she actually said I love you.

How did that happen?

Still recovering from her orgasm, she was panting heavily. Carlos took a good look at the sight in front of him, satisfied with what he did.

“If it takes an orgasm for you to say those words,” Carlos panted, running his hand through his hair. “Then I’d give you an orgasm everyday.”

Y/N let out a laugh, “I never really said I love you because I thought it was too early.”

Or maybe because she wasn’t used to it.

“Amor, I’ve always wanted to hear those words come out of your mouth ever since we’ve started dating.” Carlos cupped her cheek, looking into her eyes. “Por favor, mi amor. Please say I love you more often.”

“But that means I wouldn’t be able to get orgasms anymore.” She joked, Carlos laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum anytime you want.” He placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, Carlos.”

“I love you too, mi preciosa.”

── .✦

a/n: this was a experience to write! i haven’t written smut in a while 😭

[breakmeoff]

The Boy Next Door │2

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

warnings: tension/angst, fluff...?

word count: 2.6k

synopsis: you babysat him when he was 7 years old, and he’s had a crush on you since you met, despite the 8 year age gap.  between moves to other places and time, it’s been 14 years since you’ve seen each other even though your dads are still best friends, still live next door to each other, and keep up to date about each other's family.  you surprise chris at one of the skz shows, and he’s shocked to see you, and even more surprised that he still has a massive crush on you.  if only he could convince you to look at him in any other way than the boy next door.

note: this is part 2 of a series, which I didn't expect to happen but here we are! still new to this, be kind. thx for reading. :)

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The next morning, the sunlight was creeping through the small sliver of space between the curtains and shining directly over your face.  Blinking one eye open cautiously, you peeked around the room to reorient yourself.  Turning to your side, you glanced over to Mia’s bed, unable to see any sign of her other than the mess of bedding concealing a lump in human form with the tips of her dark hair sticking out from under the sheets.

Laying back flat, you threw your forearm over your eyes to block out the light in an attempt to fall back asleep, but your efforts soon became futile.  Your brain started working on overdrive, bringing up glimpses of the night before.  

Shit, Chris kissed me.  

Quietly groaning to yourself, you began justifying his actions on his behalf.  It was just the alcohol, and silly remnants from his childhood crush.  No big deal.  He probably forgot about it already anyway.  So you made the decision to do the same.

After a lazy morning, which really didn’t begin until 1pm after the teenage princess finally decided to roll out of bed, you and Mia decided to spend the rest of your final day of your trip sightseeing.  One hedgehog cafe, far too much mochi, one exhaustive anime shopping excursion and one conveyor belt sushi restaurant later, the two of you trudged your way back to the hotel.  

Dropping the excessive amount of souvenir shopping bags on the floor by your suitcase, you walked back over to the window, grabbing the curtains to close them once again. 

“I cannot believe I let you drag me around for almost 10 straight hours.  My feet are kiiiilling me,” you groaned, flopping onto the bed and kicking off your sneakers.

“Oh whatever, you had fun buying me all that stuff,” Mia said with a bratty smirk on her face, falling down onto the bed next to you.

“Yeah well, I recognize I have to buy your love these days.”  You retorted, glancing over at her.  Nodding, she deadpanned in response, “hmm… true.  I’d say this has been a successful trip then!”  Mia leaned over to give you a quick kiss to your cheek before standing up to start repacking for your return trip home the next morning.

“Great, so glad my credit card did it’s job.”  You teased, nearly rolling yourself off of the bed, audibly wincing in pain.  

“God, you sound like you’re 87 years old,” Mia sneered.

“I feel like it.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go soak myself in the tub for three hours.”  You said over your shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.  A few minutes later, you exhaled a sigh of relief as you sunk into the bathtub in an effort to ease your muscles. 

Between the excitement of the day with your sister and your state of exhaustion, you’d forgotten all about the fact that Chris said he wanted to see you again after his show this evening.

Your phone began buzzing on the floor next to the tub, which caused you to sit upright quickly in shock.  First thing you saw was the name that popped up on the screen.  Chris.  Shifting your vision to the time, and noting it was after 11:30pm, you hesitated.

Almost paralyzed in disbelief, you froze, just letting the call ring out to voicemail.  Truthfully, you couldn’t quite understand why you ignored the call.

Deciding to disregard it completely, you slowly relax back to the edge of the tub, letting the warm water attempt to relax you.  

You had convinced yourself at this point that he was calling just to be polite, to hold his word that he would reach out.  You not answering though was your way of giving him an easy out, to forget about any weird possible obligation he might have felt about calling you that evening. 

He had to have been tired after a late night with you the evening before and another full day of rehearsals and the concert.  And it’s not like he had made any commitment to you and you’d see each other again sometime back home eventually. 

Now, feeling somewhat justified with your decision to ignore it, and resolving yourself to the fact that the matter at hand was settled, your phone vibrated again.  Once, then twice.

Cautiously looking over the edge of the tub, you saw two new text messages pop up on the screen.

Chris:  hey, are you still up? Chris:  I’d really like to see you again before you leave 

“...persistent twerp,” you jokingly whispered to yourself, dragging a hand down your face.  Reaching over to a nearby towel, you began drying your hands off to reply before you heard one more vibration from your cell.

Chris:  please?

Sighing, you picked up your phone, staring at it for a few seconds before typing up a reply.

You:  hey, hope the show went well tonight!  I’m actually just out of the bath and about to pass out.  had a long day with mia and we have an early flight in the morning.  let me know when you’re planning to be back in sydney next and i’ll try to make a trip home at the same time

Sent.  Setting the phone back down on the ground, you leaned over to start draining the water and dry off from the bath.  You couldn’t help but glance back to your phone every few minutes while you finished your bedtime ritual of skin care, taking out your contacts, and brushing your teeth.

Surprisingly, you realized you were almost disappointed that there was no text message back from Chris.  Turning off the light, you exited into the bedroom where Mia was already nestled in bed, facing the wall, scrolling on her phone with her earbuds in, oblivious to the outside world.

Settling yourself in the other bed, you sank onto the mattress with an exhale of relief before putting your glasses on the bedside table beside your phone.  As you were lifting your hand away, you heard another faint vibration.  Cautiously grabbing your cell, squinting at the screen, you saw it.

Chris:  I think I’m outside your room.  Come to the door?

“What the hell…” you whispered to yourself, looking back over to Mia who was still in her own world, you sat up quickly and grabbed your glasses.  Padding over barefoot to the door in just your sleep shorts and baggy tee, you inched up to your tip-toes, peering out the peephole.  Low and behold, there he stood, looking nervously back and forth down the hallway.

Unlatching the deadbolt and security chain, you quietly opened the door, looking over to make sure Mia was still unaware of what was happening, and stepped out into the hallway, leaving the door open just a crack so it wouldn’t lock behind you.

“What ar–” you began, looking incredulously up to Chris’ face which bloomed with a small, relieved grin, glancing over you.

“You still wear glasses…” he murmured wistfully, unable to help himself.

Quieter now, almost with a sense of urgency, you continued.  “Chris, what are you doing here?  And where’s your team…?,” you asked, looking down the hallway seeing no one else nearby.

“I left them downstairs, and I’m sorry for waking you up if I did,” he began, before you cut him off quietly “..no I was still awake.”

“Oh, good…” he nodded, looking you over once again, studying your pajamas, your soft, unkempt hair and clear, makeup-free face.  

Waiting for him to continue, which he didn’t, you spoke again, laughing nervously.  “So why are you here…?”

After a long exhale, he shifted his eyes back to yours.  “Honestly, I’m not really sure.  I just… didn’t want to wait another few years to see you again.”

“Dramatic much?”  You tried to tease, hoping to ease the indescribable tension between the two of you.

Chris shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking down for a moment with a shrug of his shoulders.  “I don’t know, seeing you again just brought something back for me.  Something I didn’t realize I was really missing.”  

“I probably just reminded you of home, I’m sure you miss it.  It’s got to be hard being away for so long,” you said quietly, reassuringly.

“No, I mean… yes, it is, but I don’t think that’s it.”  He paused, observing you, watching you, trying to get the courage to really say what he was feeling.

Not finding the words, Chris couldn’t stop himself before he cautiously took another step closer to you, closing the distance between you.

Unable to take your eyes off of his, watching him move into your space, you barely whispered “...what are you doing?”

And without waiting another second, Chris leaned down, gently pressing his lips against yours.  This time, you didn’t immediately push him away.

Holding your breath, you allowed yours to melt into his.  Noticing that you weren’t stopping him, Chris carefully lifted a hand, softly moving it to cup the side of your face, tilting his head in the kiss as he moved in even closer to your body.

As you subconsciously began feeling the warmth of his body against yours, you quickly regained your thoughts and leaned back, breaking the kiss with a slow shake of your head.  Lightly gliding your tongue over your lower lip, you couldn’t help but taste the remnants of him on your skin.

“We can’t do this…” you whispered, watching him as he reopened his eyes, his hand still against your cheek.

“Why?”  Chris murmured, honestly questioning.  You couldn’t help but laugh dryly at the sweet naivety in his voice.

“Oh, so many reasons,” you quietly began.  Chris on the other hand, was too focused on how close you still were, and he boldly moved his hand to lightly drag the tip of his thumb against your lower lip.  Your breath hitched at the subtle gesture, and your brain finally kicked in.

Reaching up to grab his hand away from your face and break his spell, you tried to gently bring him back to reality.  “For one, you’re like, half my age…” sure it was an exaggeration but you were trying to prove a point.

“You’re really bad at math,” he retorted, dismissing your point.

“Two, we’re in the middle of a hallway…” you motioned to where the two of you were currently standing, under the fluorescent lights, where literally anyone could see you.

“It’s late, no one is looking,” Chris replied, once again trying to dispute your rationale.

“Three, you’re an idol, a celebrity.  If someone caught you kissing someone it could be really bad for publicity.”

Chris quickly replied, “I revert to my previous statement, it’s late, no one is looking.”

“And four, most importantly, you’re far too young for me, and you’re almost like my little brot—”, before you could even finish your statement, he literally lifted his hand to cover your mouth.

“Don’t.”  He said firmly, and all you could do was stand there, blinking up at him in surprise at his bold move.

“I’m not the little boy next door anymore.”  Chris said quietly, slowly, trying to get his words to sink in.  “I’m an adult, and I know what I want.  And you aren’t my babysitter anymore.”

You tried to mumble something in protest, though nothing coherent came out with his hand still quieting you.

“No,” he said firmly, almost condescendingly.  All you could do was lift an eyebrow in surprise, still rendered silent.  

“You’re done talking now, my turn.”  Chris smirked, trying to playfully, yet sternly, get his point across.

“Y/N, I have had a crush on you for damn near the last twenty years and I’m finally presented with an opportunity to do something about it.  And who knows when I’ll get the chance to see you again, so please, stop trying to make excuses to stop me.”  He paused, searching your eyes for an understanding.

“So let me repeat myself,” he began again, purposefully taking his time.  “I am an adult, a grown ass man who is standing in front of the girl,” he paused, correcting himself,” the woman he’s dreamt about for years.  And if you think I’m going to let you ruin this for me for some stupid reason about you being barely older than me, you are sorely mistaken.”

“Do you understand what I’m saying here?”  Once again, all you could do was blink.  Your heart was in your throat, staring up at him with an unfamiliar tightness in your chest that was becoming more intense by the second.  Noticing your hesitation, he teasingly prodded you.  “Nod your head once if you understand.”

So you did, one short nod of your head, his hand still over your mouth and eyes boring into yours.

“Good.  I’m going to kiss you again now, and you’re going to let me prove to you how much I’ve grown up.”  He smirked, very hesitantly lowering his hand, bracing himself for you to try to reject him again.

You didn’t.  You were just frozen there, internally struggling with the way your body was involuntarily leaning into his while your brain was still trying to tell you this was a bad idea.

“Ok.”  You murmured, and without another second’s hesitation, Chris leaned back in to you, kissing you with more intensity than before.  His strong hand moved to the back of your neck, angling your head in the way he wanted it.  

Instinctively, your arms lifted and wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling him in closer to you, parting your lips slightly in surrender.  Chris groaned softly against you, feeling you relax into him, and brought the tip of his tongue to your mouth, tasting the fresh mint from your toothpaste and a distinct sweetness he could only assume was just you.

Chris’ other hand slid behind you, finding the hem of your shirt, and cautiously placed his fingertips against the warmth of your skin just under your top, causing you to arch your back, pressing your chest against him.

The contact of his fingertips against the bare skin of your lower back, made you let out the softest whimper against his mouth, finally realizing that this was a completely different version of the kid you grew up with. 

No, this was a man and he wanted you, as evident by the slowly growing bulge that was pressing up against you.

The two of you stood there for a few minutes, lips and tongues intertwined, tentatively touching each other with a fervent intensity.  And when Chris finally leaned back, looking over your face and your plump, kiss swollen lips, he sighed deeply, arms still wrapped around you.

Finding his eyes again, you still couldn’t find any words to say, and stood there dumbfounded before he pressed his forehead against yours, his hand idling tracing your spine as he held you.

‘Fuck,” he whispered, leaning back again, looking both ways down the hallway in a clearly conflicted manner.  Turning his face back to you, he quickly leaned back in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.  “Give me like, five minutes.”

“...what?”  You asked as he pulled away, dropping his hands from you, leaving you standing there with a confused expression on your face.

“Five minutes,” he repeated, taking a step back, eyes still on you.  Letting a low groan rumble out, he drug his gaze down your body, and back up to your lips.  

Hungrily he closed the distance between you once more, boldly kissing you before he reluctantly took three steps back.  “Five minutes.”  He nodded before turning around and nearly ran to the elevator, disappearing into it once the doors closed.

You couldn’t do anything except stand there, wondering what the hell just happened.

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[mayrose713]

Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 11

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

Sorry for the wait, had a stupid meeting Sunday evening until 10:30 having already worked a full opening shift that morning after a closing shift Saturday night. Then was dead tired Monday that my brain wouldn't fully let me write. But I got it done.

Chapter 11

“Binnie.” Felix walks up to the alpha hugging him as Jisung hugs Chan, Y/n sitting on the stool at the kitchen island watching. 

“Channie.”

“What did you two do?” Changbin eyes the two omega like betas. 

“We didn’t do anything.” Felix places a hand on his chest for being accused. 

“What is it you two want?” Chan questions, pulling away from Jisung to look at the two of them.

“What makes you think we want something?” Jisung pouts. 

“Because you guys always want something.” Changbin gives them a look making the omega laugh as she watches it all happen. 

“And yet you guys never say no to us.” Felix smiles. “But anyways, we do want something.”

“Shocking.” Chan rolls his eyes giving Y/n an unamused look. 

“Can we go on vacation?” Jisung gives the two alphas puppy dog eyes. 

“Vacation?” Changbin looks at the two confused. “Where do you want to go on vacation?”

“And when?” Chan pulls his phone out. “Bin and I were already thinking of spending the holidays in Australia so that Y/n can experience it.”

Felix’s eyes light up at the thought of going to his home country with their omega for the holidays. “That sounds perfect… but we were also thinking of a small vacation with her here soon.”

“You know.” Changbin looks at the head alpha. “With all the stress we’ve had recently, I think we all could use a good vacation. And get to spend some time all together.”

Felix and Jisung both smile widely that they got one of them to agree and look for Chan's permission as well.

Chan sighs looking at his two younger mates before turning to Y/n. “What do you think, baby girl?”

“I think a vacation sounds nice. I would love to spend time with everyone as a pack. It would probably help with a lot of things.” She agrees with the other three. “But what about work for you guys? And for Min at the studio?”

“We run the company, pretty girl.” Changbin smirks. “And the company is all about family and packs, meaning if someone is needing to do something for their family or pack, then they should prioritize that. And this will help our pack bond, so it’ll be fine.”

Y/n nods in understanding, glad that they run their company like that. 

“And Min’s just teaching summer classes.” Jisung speaks up for the second oldest alpha, who’s currently at work. “It's more just private one-on-one and some of the advanced classes but he doesn’t have like a set schedule he sticks to at the moment. Just uses this app where his dancers can put in the days they can be there this summer and he schedules classes weekly based on that.”

“And Seungmin won't be starting baseball tryouts until the very end of the summer so I think we’re all good.” Chan nods. “Where was it you guys were thinking about going?”

“Jeju Island.” They say at the same time.

“Should’ve known.” Changbin rolls his eyes.

Y/n giggles watching all of them lovingly as Chan messages Minho about not scheduling any rehearsals next week. Changbin takes the younger two and hugs them, making them pout as he rambled about no one being able to deny the two. 

“When does your brother want to meet up with us?” Chan looks up from his phone at his omega.

“Ummm… he said any weekend is good, to just let him know.”

Chan nods before looking back at his phone again. “Do you wanna tell him we can meet him in the city on Saturday, have dinner or something and then we leave for Jeju island on Sunday?”

“I’ll see if he’s good with that.”

“Wait.” Jisung gasps. “We’re meeting your brother?” 

“Yes we are.” Chan confirms, and raises a brow at the two younger ones. “So everyone needs to be on their best behavior.”

“Why’d you specifically look at us for that?” Felix eyes his alpha back.

“Because you younger ones are menaces.” Minho comes into the kitchen having just gotten home, poking Jisung in the ass causing him to pout and move away from the older male. 

“Hyuk won’t care as long as you guys are truly yourselves and see that I’m safe and happy.” The omega reassures them.

Felix suddenly rushes over to the kitchen island and eyes Y/n a little before brushing her hair away from her neck, gasping and looking at Chan.

“Hyung?” 

She realizes what he noticed and places her hand over her neck blushing as the other three in the room look at the two omegas confused.

“What’s wrong?” Minho immediately goes into caring alpha mode walking over to Y/n and pushes her hand away from her neck to see the mating bite over her scent gland. “Oh.” 

Jisung and Changbin looks over too and the elder smirks at their alpha and Jisung pouts. “Who said you got to bite her first?”

“What?” Jeongin yells from the other room before you hear him run to the kitchen. “Someone bit Y/n already?”

Jisung points to the girl's neck showing Jeongin as he speaks. “Channie did.”

“Hyung.” The younger alpha joins Jisung in pouting. 

“Hey, don’t look at me like that.” Chan crosses his arms. “I’m pack alpha, I get first claim on our omega, just like I got first claim on all of you.”

The two start to blush causing Chan to grab the two and wrap his arms around them cooing at how cute they are when Y/n’s phone goes off.

“Hyuk said that Saturday is good for him.” She reads her phone. “And sent a restaurant address, it looks like it isn’t too far from your guy's office.

Y/n shows them her phone and Changbin takes note of where the restaurant is. “I’ll go ahead and call to make a reservation for ten of us and see if my family's rental house on Jeju island is available.”

Y/n just gawks, unable to believe that Changbin also has a rental house on an island. What else do they have? 

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Y/n stands in her room staring at her nest once again. Her omega instincts have kicked back in fully and she’s been feeling the need to nest all day. But no matter what she does it just doesn’t feel right and she’s not satisfied with it. 

“UGH.” She growls, frustrated, and grabs a bunch of the blankets and pillows, throwing them out of the nest.

“Woah.” Seungmin walks in, wide-eyed, having heard her growl. “What happened in here?” 

She looks at the beta, tears of frustration ready to spill as she drops to the floor, placing her head in her hands. “It’s stupid.” 

“Hey.” Seungmin kneels down in front of her, grabbing her hands to move them away from her face. “What’s wrong, pup?”

“No matter what I do, the nest just isn’t right.” She cries, looking at the mess she’s made.

“I can go get Lix. He can come help you.” He tilts his head trying to get her to look at him.

She shakes her head no and huffs. “I need to figure it out myself.” 

He looks at all the blankets and frowns, noticing that everything is the nesting materials Felix used to create her original one and not the new supplies he and Jisung got that they put in everyone’s rooms to get the packs scent on. 

“I think I might know what your issue is.” 

“What?” She finally looks at him. 

“Why haven’t you gotten any of the blankets or pillows from our rooms?” He grabs one of the discarded blankets, it only smells like her from being in her nest since Felix had put it there.

“Umm…” The omega looks around before sighing. “I didn’t want to take anything from you guys or invade your guys’ rooms.” 

“Baby.” Seungmin gently grabs her chin to make her look at him. “We keep an abundance of pillows and blankets around specifically for you and Felix to take and nest with. We want you guys to be comfortable in your nests with our scents, knowing you're safe.” He rubs her cheek with his thumb a bit. “If we’re needing more in our rooms we’ll just get some from the excess amounts we keep in the rest of the house. And we know eventually they stop smelling like us so you’ll switch them out for new ones from us. We don’t mind, we want you to do that.” 

“Are you sure?” She still seems hesitant so he stands up grabbing her hands to pull her off the ground too. 

“Go pick stuff from each of our rooms that you want for your nest.” He ushers her into the hallway and watches as she slowly walks into Jisungs room first. 

She looks around unsure at first before a certain pillow caught her attention making her want it for her nest. She didn’t want to take it at first in case the beta gets upset that it’s missing but tries to remember what Seungmin said and quickly grabs it, leaving the room before she could talk herself out of it. 

She does this with the others' rooms, taking a blanket or pillow that caught her attention. She took both pillows and blankets from Chan’s, Felix’s and Minho's rooms. And she’s lastly hesitating in front of Hyunjin’s door having just finished in Seungmin’s as she knew the oldest beta is in there.

“Just knock, pup.” She listens to Seungmin and waits for a reply from the oldest beta before opening the door:

“Hey princess, what’s up?” Hyunjin looks up from his sketchbook, where he’s sitting on his bed.

“C-can I…” Y/n mumbles, looking down at the floor. “… take some stuff for my nest?” 

“I didn’t catch that, baby.” 

She sighs. “Can I take some stuff for my nest?” She speaks a bit louder. 

“Princess, look at me.” He waits for her to look up from the floor and his heart melts when she makes eye contact with him. “You never have to ask me to take stuff for your nest, I want you to have my scent if that’s what you're needing.” 

She nods and looks around the room slowly as Hyunjin goes back to sketching. But the only thing she’s wanting is the blanket he’s currently using. She sighs, deciding to just leave empty handed not wanting to take anything if he’s using it.

“Didn’t find anything you wanted?” Hyunjin notices her heading towards the door. 

“N-no.” The omega mutters causing him to frown at the fact she still stutters sometimes around him. “I did, but…” She looks at the blanket over his lap but shakes her head.

“Is it this blanket you’re wanting?” He starts to lift the blanket off of him to give to her.

“No, no. You don’t have to give it to me.” She puts her hands out to stop him but instead the beta rolls up the blanket a little placing it in her arms. “I don’t want to take it if you’re using it.”

“Baby, take the blanket. I can get a different one.” He pushes the blanket further into her hands, walking her out of his room before she tries to put it back on his bed. “Go add it to your nest.” 

Seungmin smiles as he sees the two come out of the room and moves to the side to let Y/n go nest as Hyunjin joins him and they walk down the stairs to join the rest of their mates in the kitchen. 

“You two okay?” Felix asks, noticing them first as he’s baking brownies, the others sitting in the living room look over too. 

“Y/n’s finally giving in to her omega tendencies and is nesting.” Seungmin explains, taking a seat at the kitchen island. 

Felix’s eyes light up. “That’s great.”

“Except she didn’t want to take anything from our rooms to nest with so she was using the old materials you originally had used to make her first nest.” Seungmin sighs. “Found her crying in frustration because she didn’t know why she couldn’t get it right.”

“You told her she can get whatever she needs from our rooms right?” Jisung sit’s forward as if he’s ready to go upstairs and tell her himself.

“Of course I did.” 

“She came to my room last, was afraid to ask for anything.” Hyunjin sighs, grabbing a blanket from the large basket of them in the corner of the living room. “She almost left without anything because she wanted the blanket I was currently using, had to force her to take it.”

“I’ll talk to her.” Chan stands up. “Remind her that this is her home now too.”

The alpha goes up the stairs quickly, walking towards the omega’s room and stops in the doorway. He watches her for a few minutes as she nests. He’s always enjoyed watching Felix nest and waits until either she notices him or she finishes. He watches her, carefully choosing which pillows and blankets to put where, smelling them occasionally to decide how she wants her nest set up. It isn’t until she sits back on her knees looking around the nest satisfied with the outcome that he knocks on the doorframe causing her to turn.

“Hi Channie.” She smiles as he comes in and he sits on the edge of the bed. 

“Hey baby girl.” He watches her as she crawls closer to him and he puts an arm out for her to slot herself into his side. “I see you managed to build your nest by yourself.”

“I did.” She beams, snuggling into his side. “Minnie had to help encourage me a bit.”

“I heard.” He looks down at her. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that.”

“Oh?” Y/n looks at him a bit scared that she’s in trouble for taking stuff from their rooms. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, none of us are upset.” He reassures her, putting out calming pheromones. “I wanted to remind you that you don’t have to be afraid to go around the house. This is your home now too, ya know? Yes we have some rules for you outside of the house but here, you’re free to do what you want. And we want you to take whatever you want for your nest. We just want you to be comfortable, okay?”

“Okay.” She mumbles. “I’ll try to be better about it.”

“I’m not asking you to do better, baby.” He lays his head on top of hers. “Just don’t want you to feel like you have to be cautious around us or walk on eggshells.”

“I guess I’m just used to doing that.” The omega sighs leaning heavily into his side.

“I’m sure you are.” He pulls her closer. “But we’re gonna help you not feel like you have to do that anymore. This home is different from your last one, you’re free here.”

The omega nods in understanding, taking comfort in his words. “Thank you.”

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Daminette December: 11-Cat Crimes

Damian was worried. Alfred the cat had been wandering outside more and he would go missing for hours. He wasn't eating at home, as much, but when he took him to the vet, the claimed he was completely healthy. Out of concern, Damian fixated a camera and a tracker onto Alfred's collar. After a few hours, he noticed he was nowhere in sight and rushed to his computer. He was in downtown Gotham and it was pinging him at someone's residence.

'Was Alfred catnapped? No. He comes back every night. This isn't one of Selina's hideouts.'

Damian quickly activated the camera, only to hear at feminine voice.

"Oh, hello again." They spoke.

'Definitely not Selina. Turn around, Alfred!'

The apartment didn't look horrible for the location they were at. They likely keep to themselves to avoid being robbed.

'A bit of a mess, noticing papers in the floor. Hopefully school or work related.'

Alfred meows broke him out of his observation.

"You want food again?" They asked.

'He's getting food elsewhere. Explains why he's not hungry.'

A small bowl of fish was placed in front of his view.

'Healthy food for a cat. Likely, they own one as well.'

"Oh! You have a collar on today! So you don't belong to someone. I'm so glad!" They cried out, "I was worried you have been living on the streets."

'Someone with compassion for animals, or cats. Good find, Alfred.'

"Let's see your name." they spoke.

He was greeted by a ravenette with long hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a Gotham University shirt and black leggings.

"Um, hi. If you're watching......sorry. I had to do emergency laundry because of my cat and I haven't really fixed up the place." She stated, blushing, "You're welcome to come and pick up your cat, but he normally leaves after two hours. Plagg, you are so grounded."

'Plagg must be her cat.'

Utilizing the GPS tracker on his cat's collar, Damian arrived at an apartment complex. As he was figuring out how to locate the apartment, he spotted the girl from before.

"Miss!" he called out.

She looked down from the fire escape, confused.

"Can I help you?" she questioned.

"I'm here for my cat." he answered, "You invited me over."

"Oh! Uh, unit seven on the fourth floor." she called out, entering her window.

As she opened the door, he noticed she hadn't tried to change anything. She didn't try to impress him. Even her clothes remained the same. Something brushed up against his leg.

'Alfred!'

Damian picked up his cat, "So, this is where you have been coming."

"I'm sorry if we had you worried." the girl spoke.

"He wasn't eating at home." Damian announced, "I took him to the vet."

"Oh kwami!" she shouted, before rushing to grab her phone, "Let me pay you back! I'm so sorry!"

"There's no need." Damian replied, " Thank you for taking care of him. The vet said he was very healthy. You mentioned your cat....Plagg. Do they require medical attention? You mentioned an emergency."

The girl sighed, "Thank you, but no; Plagg the Glutton is around here....somewhere. Lazy thing. Maman fully enjoys spoiling g her furry grandchild. We lived in Paris, until last year, and she found out he loved camembert."

"The cheese most people tend to avoid?" Damian questioned.

'Is it not known for its rancid stench?'

"Yeah. He loves it." She answered, rolling her eyes, "Every once in awhile, she will send some and like a psychic, he starts meowing. I'm not kidding! Like the second it touches down in Gotham, it's like he can sense it and won't stop meowing, until I confirm that she sent him cheese. Once I tell him, he sits by the door until it gets here."

Damian smirked, amused by her cat's joy.

"Maman sent some the other day and I was in a rush to class. I had just finished laundry and I didn't close my bedroom door." She continued, "Plagg had taken some of the cheese and ate it on my laundry pile. The clothes were warm when I left so it melted the cheese."

"How unfortunate. " He declared.

She nodded, "Luckily I don't have classes, tonight. Oh I'm sorry; I haven't asked your name."

"Damian Wayne." He answered.

'Here we go.'

She smiled, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"I should get my criminal cat home." Damian spoke.

"Criminal?" Mari asked, confused.

"Breaking and entering. Loitering. Theft of property. Abandonment." He explained, as if it made perfect sense.

Marinette giggled, "Well, I'm happy to welcome Alfred the Cat back, anytime." as he turned towards the door.

Damian paused and pulled a business card out of his jacket. Marinette stared at it confused.

"Let me know when he returns so I can keep track of his eating habits." he spoke.

"Okay." she smiled.

Damian sighed, annoyed mostly. He had expected Marinette to message him constantly and act as if the were friends, due to Alfred's visits. Three weeks had passed and all Marinette had done was text 'Alfred is here' or 'He just left'. Marinette even included some pictures of what he was eating, as well. She hadn't acted like he expected her to after hearing the Wayne name. He hadn't returned to her apartment either; he had no reason to. Damian found himself somehow co-owning his own cat.

'Let's see how she likes it.'

"Oh my Kwami!" Marinette shouted, "I'll call Maman right now if it will make you stop! It's been five hours Plagg and I have a test in two days!"

"Marinette." Sabine answered, "How are you and Plagg?"

"Maman." she whined, "Did you buy him cheese?"

"No." Sabine answered, confused."

"Plagg!" she shouted, "Grandma didn't buy you cheese!"

"Is he crying?" Sabine giggled.

Mari sighed, "I….I thought it was his psychic powers working, but I guess I was wrong. I'll make an appointment to the vet."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Alfred entering her apartment, from the fire escape.

"Oh! Hello, Alfred. I-" she began, only to be stopped by the doorbell.

"Hold on, Maman." Marinette spoke, opening the door, "Oh, hello, Damian. Alfred just arrived. I was just about to text you. Uh….quick silly question, you wouldn't happen to have camembert with you?"

"I do." Damian smirked, "I'm assuming the cat at my feet is Plagg."

Marinette looked down to see Plagg rubbing against his legs.

"Kiss ass." Mari frowned, making him smirk.

"It seems Plagg's senses were correct, Maman. Alfred the cat's Dad brought him some." Mari spoke into her phone.

'Dad?'

Sabine just laughed, "I'll talk to you later, Dear."

"Bye, Maman." Marinette replied, "Say hi to Papa for me."

Mari waved Damian into her apartment and glared at Plagg as she hung up the phone.

"You know," she spoke to Plagg, "you really are a glutton. If you had been an orange cat, I would have named you Garfield."

"Why that name?" Damian questioned.

'Garfield? Reminds me of Beast Boy.'

"Have you never seen the show?" She asked, brining up a clip of Garfield stuffing his face with lasagna and pizza, "Instead of lasagna, .....camembert."

Plagg chirped, hearing his favorite word. Damian chuckled as Marinette took the cheese into the kitchen, with Plagg at her heels. She opened the container, cut it i to quarters, and set a slice into Plagg bowl.

Marinette and Damian took a seat on the couch, as they watched Plagg eat like his life depended on it. When he was done, he prance over and laid on Damian's lap.

"My statement stands....kiss ass." She declared, shaking her head in disbelief.

"We have criminal cats." Damian spoke up, "Extortion, bribery, breaking and entering."

Marinette laughed, not noticing the blush that quickly vanished from the Wayne heiress cheeks.

"So, what made you come today?" She asked, curiously.

"You." He answered.

"Me?" She gasped, blushing red.

"You peaked my curiosity. I wanted to see if Plagg was psychic and it appears you were right." Damian smirked back.

Marinette giggled, trying to calm her heart.

"I also brought you some pasta." Damian continued, "It did not seem fair to feed only him and not you."

She smiled, "I'd love some. Let's eat at the table, while the criminals enjoy their naps."

Damian nodded, setting Plagg down on the couch and taking her hand. Plagg looked to Alfred and then to his owner. He laid back down and closed his eyes.

'Maybe two owners.'

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taken care of | simon riley

you pulled the door open, standing with one hand on your hip as your eyes locked with his. a cocky smirk was on his face, pink tulips in one hand and a Chanel bag in the other.

“i’m getting sick of the gifts Simon. i already told you i don’t want them.” you said, rolling your eyes as you reached for them anyways. “too bad i’m not sick of buying them.”

you pushed the door open for him to walk in, taking the gifts in hand. you smelled the flower while kicking the door closed gently, sure to not wake your son.

you and Simon broke up abut 4 months ago, his busy schedule coming in between you and your son. your son was 4 now, and understood the situation. you made sure he knew his father, and Simon made sure to pop in at least three times a week, even if it had to be after a busy day at work.

"why are you here? its 11 I have work tomorrow." you said, placing the bag and flowers on the dining room table.

he turned to you, kicking his shoes and jacket off. "just.. wanted to pop in." he shrugged, trying to hide his smirk. rolling your eyes you remained put, crossing your arms over your chest. "I have work tomorrow , did you not hear?" you repeated, keeping eye contact with him. oh how he loved your eyes.

he hummed and nodded, before turning to his jacket once again. "here.. now let me enjoy my stay?" a stack of cash, placed right next to your other gifts. eyeing it, you rolled your eyes, keeping quiet.

he laughed, shaking his head before pulling out a second. "fine." you finally spoke, grabbing the flowers and making your way to the kitchen. Simon followed you, turning to make sure your son wasn't making his way down the stairs.

you grabbed your gardening scissors, another gift from the baby dad, beginning to work on the beautiful bouquet . "my schedule is changing soon .. gonna be working 4 days now." he said, standing behind you, slipping his hands around your waist.

you had only a nightgown and robe on, truly not expecting his visit. he usually gets off this late, but he always tells you he's coming before arriving. "thats good.. you can start coming around in the daytimes now yea?" you replied, ignoring the already warm feeling you felt in your lower belly.

his hands made their way down to your thighs, playing with the lacy ends of your dress. "mhm.. or.. you guys can move back in with me. be a family again." he whispered as his hands slid up and under your dress.

he softly hissed as he noticed you had no panties on, pressing his crotch against the bare of your ass. you stopped focusing on the flowers, closing your eyes as you felt his bulge grow against you.

"w-well I dont want to go through another break up so.. plus might confuse-"

"you won't leave me again baby.. not if we make one either" you could hear the smirk on his lips, his belt unbuckling behind you.

quickly you turned, eying him. "we aren't gonna have another baby Simon." you said flat, holding the scissors in your other hand.

“i know i know… it’s big baby i know.” he whispered, pushing your damp hair away from your forehead . he had ypu sprawled on the living room floor, legs pushed open as the movie played low in the background.

his cock bullied it’s way into your cunt, balls slapping right against the curve of your ass. “taking me so well tho … i know it’s a lot.” he would coo, hand ready to slap right over your mouth if you got too loud

you hadn’t had sex since the last time Simon and you got this alone time, which was about 2 months ago.

. very often when he would visit in the nights your son would wake up, a nightmare usually. he always saw simon and thought that it was normal, and you both hated that.

tonight your son was able to sleep through the night tho, leaving you guys with nothing but each other.

his hands gripped at your waist so tight, watching as your face twisted with pleasure. your eyes we’re screwed shut, hands pressed flat against his chest. “so good simon.. fucking me so good”

he was a sucker for praise. he loved praising you, but he loved even more hearing from you how good his cock was making you feel. the idea of another man pleasing you, regardless of what you both were, angered him. i mean, you were the mother of his child, that meant you were his forever no?

“yea.. nobody else making you feel this good right?” he grunted, looking for reassurance through his dirty talk. “nobody fills this pussy better than me hm? only i get to take care of you like this. ”

your head shook frantically, opening your eyes to meet his. “just you simon , only you!”

he groaned low, gripping your jaw. “that’s right..” he’d say, sliding his cock all the way out to look at the mess you made before pushing back in slowly, allowing you both to feel every inch of each other.

he opened your mouth gently, looking into your eye as he spit into your mouth, grinning at how you swallowed it all. “so fucking sexy.. gonna make me cum.” he loved how you took everything he gave you, physical or not.

and he did, right after that. you could’ve sworn he whimpered out your name, head falling into your neck as he helplessly pounded into you, riding out his orgasm while working you right through yours, praising you for taking him so well.

as he placed you in your bed when you both collected yourselves, he pressed kissed your face all over, smiling down at you. the clock on your bedside read 1:30am, 4 hours before you would have had to get up.

he placed your blanket over you, pressing another kiss on your forehead. just as he pushed off your bed, your hand reached to his shirt. “can you stay.. let’s have.. a family day tomorrow.” ypu said, half asleep half awake.

you didn’t really know what he said fully, but it didn’t matter much because you quickly felt his back press into youre, arm scooping you closer to him

me being so active to make up for the months i wasn’t lol. baby daddy simon yes plz

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Silver Swan (Part 8)

Neglected!fem!reader x yandere!batfam

Your next hit was going to be a hotly contested fashion procession run by the House of Perfection. So far, it had demanded the blockage of multiple commonly-used roads and $50,000 a pop tickets. Let them eat cake, indeed.

Your family, once again, was going without you. But no matter. Yet another high-class event to be sabotaged by Silver Swan.

Assuming it didn't get sabotaged by climate activists first.

"We have had so many problems with this shoot," head designer, Ruth Powers, purred into a camera. "Some lunatics have protested outside because of my use of fur. They say it's heartless to end the animal for its fur. I say it's a waste of fur to let the ungrateful animal keep it."

Well, that did it. All of your feathers were imitation; no swans were harmed for the sake of your look. Ruth Powers would have to pay for this.

You cased this joint for ages, taking even more 'walks'. This was going to be a lot of fun. Apparently, Ruth had a habit of handing out little goodies underneath the audience seats like her name was Oprah.

That was your way in.

You turned your signature silver coat inside out, showing the purple velvet lining first while hiding the silvery feathers on the inside. "Extra goodies for the fashion show," you said, handing over a box of stink bombs to a harried courier.

"Great. Thank you, ma'am," he said. "Shouldn't I sign for these?"

"Already handled. Just get them inside with the rest of the goody bags. And don't drop them; they're delicate."

"Right. Great. Have a good day!" he said, knees buckling over the weight. You saluted him and walked away.

*_*_*_*_*_

Your work was mostly done by now. All you had left was to swing by and make an appearance. "If the family is leaving the house at 6, and it starts at 8, that means the goodie bags will be opened at 9. That means the ideal time to show up is around 10. I should take a nap."

"Great, be more of a burden," Steph snarked, as she and Cass walked by you. Cass took extra care to knock you into a wall and shoot a withering glare at you as they left.

At least they didn't suspect anything.

You took a nap as they prepared, earplugs drowning out their shouts and curses as they got ready for yet another social engagement without you. You got up at 9:30, your family long gone from Wayne Manor.

Showtime.

You laid out pyjamas for yourself to change back into and flew back to where the catwalk was going to take place. Sure enough, people were staggering out, coughing.

"Hey, it's Silver Swan!" someone yelled, pointing up towards you with a single stained finger. "It was her! She did this!"

"Saboteur!" Ruth screamed. "Saboteur and monster! You ruined my night!"

"Shut your hole, Ruth!" you ordered. "You always said there was a price to pay for beauty, which was why you used fur. I used faux feathers for my cloak, and velvet for the interior. It's a shame lives had to be cut short for your vision."

Ruth spluttered for a few seconds, before "Your stunt stained important people! People who paid to be here, unlike you!" Ruth pointed at your father, who was gagging and holding back vomit. You wanted to laugh, but Silver Swan never laughed. She merely smirked.

"Oh, don't get your designer undies in a wad." You tsked as the family that was more than happy to leave you behind as a nasty little secret. "It's just a Wayne."

You let yourself get close enough for one of your feathers to grace Ruth with its existence before you flew off.

As you made your way home, you wondered what the headlines and social media trends would look like.

Your father and siblings were not going to like this.

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A Legacies Secret |5|

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: You just wanted a happy life with your girlfriend but then Ghostface attacks, revealing long thought to be buried family secrets.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.9k+

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Sam had held Tara as she cried, it had been a long time since she got a hug from a member of her own family. Tara almost forgot how nice her big sisters’ hugs were. She had missed Sam like crazy, she still didn’t understand why she left. Tara thought Sam loved her, even when she was struggling, she always treated Tara well, but if she actually cared she wouldn’t have left. It seemed like Tara’s entire family left her at some point, her only constant was you.

Sam was pacing back and forth in front of her hospital bed. It seemed after their emotional reunion; Sam didn’t know how to act now. Tara wasn’t sure how to act either, she was curious where Sam had been, what she had been doing, why she left, it didn’t feel like the right time to bring any of that up though. She was also curious as to why Sam came back, Wes had called her and she came as soon as she learned Tara was hurt, that had to mean Sam cared about her, but if Sam only came back because she was hurt then that meant Sam didn’t actually want to come back.

“So,” Sam said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You and Y/N,” she nodded.

That quickly snapped Tara out of her thoughts. “Yeah, we’re together,” she said, taking on an edge in her voice. “What about it?”

“I just didn’t realize you two knew each other.” Sam’s eyes darted around the room, but Tara could tell Sam wasn’t thrilled about the idea of her relationship with you. “How’d you meet?”

“School,” Tara glared at her sister. She really didn’t appreciate the fact that Sam was gone for five years, left without notice, and was coming back trying to comment on her romantic relationship.

Sam’s eyes snapped to Tara. “She would have been a senior when you were a freshman.”

“Yeah,” Tara rolled her eyes. “We shared a class, we sat next to each other, had to do projects together.” Sam let out a little scoff, clearly not liking the sound of that. “It’s not like we started dating then,” Tara snapped. “We were school friends and then became actual friends the summer after sophomore year when we ended up working together.”

“Oh, you also worked together?” Sam couldn’t hold back her humorless chuckle, the judgement dripping from her voice.

“Yes,” Tara groaned. “Liv and I got summer jobs at the video store. Y/N already worked there and before you ask, they weren’t like my manager or anything.”

Sam closed her eyes, tilting her head to the ceiling. Tara glared at her sister, she hadn’t even been back five minutes and she was already judging her relationship with you. Tara really didn’t understand what the big deal was, you were amazing. The judgement from her friends, from her mom, from Judy, and now from Sam was so unnecessary. All those people claimed to care about Tara, so they should just be happy that you were so good to her, that you loved her and expected nothing from her.

“Don’t you think they’re a little old for you?” Sam sighed. She put a hand to her head as if she was trying to stop an oncoming headache. Tara wasn’t going to back down; Sam was the one who wanted the argument after all.

“Two years!” Tara scoffed, rolling her eyes. Sam opened her eyes, raising an eyebrow at Tara. “Practically three, whatever,” Tara rolled her eyes. Three years was hardly a big age difference.

“I know,” Sam let out a tired sigh. “You’re so young and they’re-where do they even work?”

Tara opened her mouth, the fire in her eyes was fueled solely by defending you. “The bar in town,” she mumbled.

“That’s just great!” Sam threw her hands in the air.

“It’s good money and they need to pay rent!”

“Oh, they have their own place as well, that’s great!” Sam clapped her hands together.

“They’re literally the only person who’s always there for me!” Tara snapped, glaring up at her sister. She didn’t care how much she missed Sam, she would not let Sam say anything bad about you or talk down about her relationship with you. “Even before we started dating, they were there for me, every time mom…” Tara aggressively wiped the tears that had started to fall.

Sam uncrossed her arms, shoving her hands into her pockets. “Tara I-”

“The only reason they’re staying at that that shitty job,” Tara didn’t allow her sister to speak. “Is to help save money, so when I graduate, we can get the hell out of this town.”

Sam’s head snapped up, looking at Tara with wide eyes. “You haven’t graduated yet?” Tara’s eyes fell to where her good hand was picking at the fabric of the hospital blanket.

“Why do you think I’m still here?” Tara asked quietly.

Sam blinked rapidly, shaking her head and gave a little shrug. “I don’t-I thought maybe you were pushing college a year, maybe putting it off because of mom, or Y/N-”

“I got held back,” Tara snapped. “I had to repeat junior year.”

“What?” Sam breathed out. Tara was sure she would have missed it if they weren’t the only two in the room.

“Mom wasn’t doing great,” Tara’s voice got smaller.  “I missed too many classes.” Tara watched as Sam closed her eyes and slumped back against the wall across from the hospital bed. “My relationship with Y/N was literally the only good thing to come out of that shitty year. When they saw me struggling, they helped as much as they could, whether it was making sure I had a ride to school or helping me deal with mom, if I needed something, no matter what it was, they were right there.”

Sam nodded; she kept her head pointed towards the floor. “That’s very nice of them.”

“I don’t know what version of them you knew.”  Sam finally looked up, meeting Tara’s eyes. “But, the one I know, is someone who would take time out of their day to bring me food, just to make sure I ate, they would stay up after working all day just to help me get all my homework done because they knew I couldn’t have any more missing assignments.”

Tara ignored the way her vision began to blur again as tears filled her eyes. “So, if you’re going to just judge my relationship with her,” Tara said, her voice stronger than she ever imagined it would be with what she was about to say. “Then you can just go back to wherever the hell it is you’ve been hiding.”

Sam’s eyes were once again glued to the floor. “You really trust them,” Sam said, though it didn’t come out as a question.

“With my life,” Tara said without hesitation.

Sam nodded to herself before pushing off the wall. Tara’s eyes tracked her movements as she crossed the room and took the seat you had previously occupied at her bedside. “So, how did you two get together?”

Tara gave her a soft smile. Maybe Sam did miss her after all, maybe coming back wasn’t just because she got attacked, Sam didn’t approve of Tara’s relationship with you, but she was willing to accept it, she was actually asking about you. No one had ever actually asked Tara about how the two of you got together, not without a snide comment following the question at least, or there was always an eyeroll of some sort.

“I had a crush on them for forever,” Tara said, giving a small eyeroll. She thought you were cute from the second she saw you. “We were in photography together.” The class was usually filled with seniors because the teacher was fun, and most students didn’t have the previously needed classes before then, but Tara took nothing but art electives in middle school, so she was able to take it as a freshman.

“They didn’t complain when I sat next to them and they got stuck doing partner projects with me,” she continued. Most seniors would complain about being stuck partnered with a little fourteen-year-old freshman, but you didn’t complain one bit, you even listened to Tara’s ideas of what to photograph, you treated her just like any other peer.

“It was a yearlong class, we became friends,” Tara looked down at her fingers continuing to pick at the blanket. “That December, I turned fifteen, mom went out of town. I’m pretty sure she forgot what day it was, but she was very busy.” Tara shook her head, even after all the years of consistent disappointment she was still making excuses for her mother. “But Y/N learned it was my birthday after I was grumpy all of class, or at least that’s what they said.” Tara pouted; she still didn’t think she had been grumpy.

“That night she knocked on my door, it was the first time we saw each other outside of class.” Tara shook her head at the memory of her opening the front door to see you standing there, an awkward smile on your face as you shifted from foot to foot. “She brought me a cupcake.”

“What are you doing here?” Tara asked, her mouth hanging open as she stared at you. Out of all the people to be knocking on her door she never expected it to be you.

“Oh, I,” you said, chuckling awkwardly as you rubbed a hand on the back of your neck. “I know it’s your birthday and I-” you held out a little plastic container.

Tara furrowed her brow but took the little container from you. She opened the lid, revealing a singular chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing. She looked back up at you, her wide eyes beginning to fill with tears. No one had done anything like that for her before. Her mother forgot her birthday and the last true celebration she ever had was before her father left, before Sam left. Her friends offered to do things with her, Judy would offer to bake for her, and Chad and Mindy’s mom would invite her over for dinner, but it always felt like they pitied her, like they felt bad that none of her family loved her enough to stick around or remember her birthday.

“I-I know it’s not much,” you said, breaking Tara out of her thoughts. “Maybe it’s weird-it’s weird I did this,” you gestured to the cupcake, though your eyes were glued to your shoes, refusing to meet Tara’s gaze. “I just think everyone deserves a little something on their birthday.”

Making sure to be careful of the cupcake in her hands, Tara stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you and flinging an arm around the back of your neck. You froze as soon as her arm went around you but after a second, she felt you slowly relax. You knew what it was like to be alone, your parents gave you up when you were a baby, you never even knew what it was like to have a family. Even though Tara didn’t know what it was like to be an orphan, she knew what it was like to be abandoned by her entire family.

“Thank you,” Tara mumbled before pulling away.

You gave her a soft smile, your eyes flicking down to the floor for a second before meeting her gaze again. “Happy birthday Tara,” you said.

Tara gave you a wave as you made your way back to your car, quietly closing the door once she saw you driving off. A part of her wished you had stayed but just the idea that you had gone out of your way to bring her a cupcake was enough. She took her cupcake to the kitchen, sitting it on the island before picking it up and taking a huge bite. It was perfect and delicious; Tara was going to make sure to do something nice for your birthday as well.

Tara smiled at the memory. You and Tara never talked about that day, the next day at school Tara went to class, she sat next to you, and it was never brought up. You didn’t make a big deal out of what you did for her, she knew it didn’t change anything, but it definitely didn’t help her crush on you. You were nice but she couldn’t even bring herself to classify the two of you as friends, you were just someone who talked to her in class, and yet you were kind enough to go out of your way and get her a cupcake when you realized she didn’t have anyone there on her birthday. Tara never forgot that day though, she knew you didn’t forget about it either because when the two of you became true friends you always managed to get her a chocolate cupcake and it tasted just as good as the first one.

“I didn’t see her after she graduated, not until the next summer,” Tara continued. “I was bored, mom was gone, so I got a summer job at the video store with Liv.”

“Where Y/N happened to work,” Sam said.

Tara nodded. “Ended up bonding over the fact that we were doing all the work while Liv would flirt with guys.” Tara chuckled to herself, she didn’t know how many times she and you were restocking movies and she’d look up to see Liv flirting with someone at the counter. “She would also give me a ride home when we got off at the same time.” Her car rides with you back to her house were her favorite moments of the day, she wasn’t stressed about work, or worried about her mom, she was just at peace with you talking about whatever new movie she had seen, you would listen as she rambled on and on.

“We became actual friends, and I still had my crush,” Tara said. “I would ramble to Amber for hours about her despite Ambers clear disdain for her.” Tara rolled her eyes, even before she got together with you Amber practically hated your guts.

“I wasn’t sure if she liked me back,” Tara admitted. “Not in that way but then on my seventeenth birthday I decided to take a chance.” Tara smiled; it was more like she was talking to herself than to Sam now. “We had a small party, she stuck around to help me clean up and I just kissed her.”

“You don’t have to clean up,” Tara said. “You are technically my guest.”

“And leave the birthday girl to do all the cleaning up?” you asked, spinning around as you continued to walk around filling a trash bag. “That’s just bad manners.”

“Thank you.” Tara grabbed a few more empty cups, bringing them over as you held the trash bag open for her.

“Anytime.” You looked at Tara with the same soft gaze you always did, wearing the same small smile you always seemed to have around her. “Oh!” you dropped the garbage bag and ran to the refrigerator. “Before I forget.” You rummaged around in the fridge before turning around, holding a little plastic container with a chocolate cupcake inside. A shy smile slowly took over Tara’s face as you made your way back towards her. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

You flipped open the lid, then pulled out a little box of candles from your pocket. Tara chuckled as you stuck one of the candles in the cupcake. You brought out a lighter next, lighting the candle and holding out the cupcake towards her. Tara shook her head, hoping her inevitable blush wasn’t noticeable. She closed her eyes before leaning forward and blowing out the candle.

“What did you wish for?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Tara gently took the cupcake out of your hands and sat it on the kitchen island. She looked up at you, letting out a shaky breath for what she was about to do. “For some courage and for you not to be mad at me.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why would I-”

Tara reached up, grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. She felt your entire body freeze and just as she was about to pull away you leaned forward, eagerly reciprocating the kiss. Your hands found her waist, instantly pulling her closer to you. Tara smiled into the kiss, feeling you do the same as it went on for a few more seconds.

“We’ve been together ever since,” Tara said, smiling the same way she had the first time she kissed you, the same way she always did when it came to you.

“I can’t say I’m thrilled about your relationship,” Sam said. Tara opened her mouth, ready to go on a tangent about you again but Sam continued before she could get a word out. “But I’ll try to learn to accept it.”

Tara looked up at Sam, giving her a soft smile. “Thank you.”

Sam got up, opening the door to allow you and her boyfriend to come back in. You instantly moved to Tara’s side, silently asking her if everything was okay, not taking a seat by her bedside again until she gave you a small smile. You glanced at Sam who spared you a side glance before going back to talking to her boyfriend. Tara sighed, she knew it would take time for Sam to get used to you being around, which she would have to do if she actually wanted to be a part of Tara’s life.

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𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕? | 𝕔.𝕤.

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note: hey guys :) this should be short and sweet but i hope you like it anyways. i love soft chris! also last pic is me on my period and that’s why i wrote this + i hate rachel

warnings: none i think just me hating my coworker

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long as you dreaming bout me ain’t no problem,

i don’t got nobody, just with you right now,

11:47 pm

my phone buzzes twice, causing it to brightly light up in its spot right by my face.

“ughh, leave me alone!” i groan, tossing it to chris’ side of the bed.

“what is it baby?” chris walks into our room, shutting the door quietly and placing a water bottle on my nightstand. he sits beside me and rubs my back slowly.

“rachel from work wants me to cover her shift tomorrow. something about ACT testing.”

he raises an eyebrow at me. “isn’t that something you would request the day off for? y’know like, in advance?”

“that’s what i said.” i roll my eyes before proceeding.

“i already told her no, but she keeps insisting because i’m the only person off tomorrow.”

chris leans over to grab my phone, unlocking it and putting it on do not disturb.

“it’s about time you have a day off. they’ve been putting you on the schedule every day now.” he sighs, combing his fingers through my hair.

“i know. and today was shit.” i huff out.

“do you wanna talk about it?” chris watches me intently.

“i just don’t wanna complain too much.”

“baby, i looove hearing you complain. it’s like, my favorite part of every day.” he taunts.

“only if you insist,” i sit up and smile cheekily at him.

he repositions himself so he sits across from me, pulling his knees up under his chin.

“talk to me sweetheart,” he grabs my hand, kissing my knuckles.

“so i clock in, and right away i’m being told to get on the espresso machine. my manager was supposed to work alongside me but she kept getting pulled away for manager things so i was doing both positions at our station, which is fine, but during a rush it can be a lot.” i start to ramble.

“and the second she gets back, i get the feeling that i started my period! and i completely forgot about it because i’ve been so busy, so i didn’t have any tampons on me,” i continue.

chris drops my hand and reaches into his hoodie pocket, revealing a bottle of pamprin.

“i actually got the notification earlier from your period app, so i brought these upstairs.” he smiles to himself, opening the bottle and shaking a couple tablets out on my palm.

“chris, thank you!” i exclaim, popping them in my mouth and taking a sip of the water.

“of course babe, i got you.” he pokes my stomach.

“so what else happened?” he asks me.

“well after that it slowed down a little. but the whole coffee shop was a mess after the rush and since we were closing, we had to deep clean everything. i’m just so sore and i want to die,”

“i get it, babe. did you shower yet?”

“the second i got home. fucking rachel spilled a pitcher of cold brew on my thigh and i was so sticky.”

he nods with a slight smile, moving his body up against the headboard.

he laid back in his spot and motioned me over to lay on his chest.

“fucking rachel.” he tsks while rubbing my back.

“why do you hate her so much anyways?” he drops his head to look at me.

“well, do you remember that one day you came through the drive through right before my shift ended? you were picking me up and decided to get a drink.”

he thinks for a moment, “mhm?”

“well she was working the window, and she came to tell us all there was a hot guy outside. basically telling the girls to come look,”

“yeah i remember a few girls came by, pretending to stock cups or something. that’s rachel?”

my lips drew a tight line.

“remember how she had you pull into a parking spot, saying they’d bring the drink out to you?”

“mhm?” he asks again.

“well, she decided to write her number down on a slip of paper and hoped to give it to you on her way out, along with your coffee. i left before her, so while i was getting settled in the car, she was walking up to you trying to rizz you up.”

his mouth forms an ‘o’.

“what a sneaky bitch!” he chuckles.

i roll my eyes at him.

“chris it’s not funny. my coworker wants to fuck you.”

“well it’s never gonna happen, sweetheart. she’s insane if she thinks that.”

i mess with the drawstring on his hoodie, picking at the plastic end.

“it’s just frustrating. she’s been doing little things to mess with me, since the moment she saw us together in your car. like today with the cold brew, that was fully on purpose.”

he sighs, patting the back of my head. “why don’t you just quit? you don’t need to work.”

“chris, you can’t pay for everything,” i sigh, dropping the thin rope.

“i actually can. besides, i’d much rather have you here at home, happy and free to do what you want with all that extra time.”

i smile up at him, lightly running my nails across his stubble.

“you’re too sweet to me, but i can’t let you financially support me chris. we aren’t even married.”

this time, he rolls his eyes at me.

“so what? we already live together. you’re my shawty or whatever the kids say,” he laughs, picking up a strand of my hair, tickling my nose with the end.

“the kids in 2009, and don’t say that ever again, chris.” i snort.

“no but seriously. i know how much you hate this job. and fucking rachel.” he smirks.

“i’ll apply to a few different places in the morning. and we’ll go from there.”

“no, y/n.” he grabs my hand, holding it between us.

“it’s making you miserable, you can quit now and i’ll hold things down until you find something else.”

“chris, i already told you, it’s not fair to you. you’re not my husband, and you don’t need to provide for me.”

he looks to the ceiling for a moment, pondering.

chris faces me again, grabbing hold of my cheeks. “wanna get married?”

“married? chris i-i’d marry you in an instant but not for this reason. you can’t be-“

he pulls away from me and leans over his side of the bed, digging through his nightstand.

turning to face me, he opens his fist to reveal a ring.

what the hell? i sit up quickly.

“y/n.” he holds the ring up.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for a while. i know my timing may not be ideal, but i hate the fact that i’m not your husband, and i hate the fact that you won’t let me take care of you. married or not, i’m always going to be here to take care of you, to help you, to love on you, especially when you’re having a day like today.” chris takes my hands in his, holding the ring on his fingertip.

“..but i’d really rather be married to you and do all those things.”

“chris, you don’t mean..” i begin.

“don’t act all surprised now.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“you know i love you, we’ve talked about getting married someday. i think we should just do it sooner than later.”

“chris, i don’t know what to say. i want to marry you, i just don’t think it should be because i hate my job.”

“it’s not because of that. i’ve been planning this, if i wasn’t then there wouldn’t be a ring here. what do you think?”

“holy fuck, chris.” i take his hand and open it, placing my left one in his palm.

“let’s get married.” i smile up at him.

he slides the ring on and tackles me into a hug, causing us both to fall backwards on the bed.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you!” he chants while peppering kisses all over my face.

short, sweet kisses turn into a long, heated make out that gets interrupted by three dings from my phone.

“did you not see me turn your phone on do not disturb?” chris huffs out.

“i swear to god if it’s rachel..” i pause, leaning over to pick up my phone.

“she did that ‘notify anyway’ thing. she’s insisting i cover for her tomorrow.”

my phone starts to buzz in my hand, causing chris’s head to snap in its direction.

“absolutely not!” he grabs the phone and clicks it off, throwing it on the other side of the bed.

“fucking rachel. someone needs to punch her in her throat.” he says jokingly.

“h-hello?” a small voice escapes my phone.

“shit, chris i thought you declined the call!” i lunge for the device, end the call and turn the phone off.

“do you think she heard me?” he asks, wide eyed, with a smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

“i don’t care, i’m quitting that job anyways. i have a husband now.’ i beam at him, waving my hand in his face.

“hell yeah you do!” he places his hands on my waist and brings me back down to him.

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hope u liked it 🤍 also this is dedicated to rachel i hate u please quit so i don’t have to! just kidding that’s mean! (i’m not)

comment if u hate rachel too

tags!

@imwetforyourmom @anonymouslyachrisgirl @junnniiieee07 @imtalkinnonsense @wh0resstuff

if you wanna be added comment here!

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Ravel

A Seams Christmas special oneshot | Moodboard

{ Part IV: Notch | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: T

Summary: Joel swings by yours with a little something before Christmas dinner at Tommy and Maria's.

Warnings: Unapologetic fluff and softness, inspired by this ask from @casssiopeia from the beginning of the year, no use of Y/N, very lightly edited

Word count: 2k

Notes: I'm so proud of writing up this little drabble. I've been in such a weird place with my writing, I'm just happy to end the year on a creative high. Obviously, I'm a few days late to Christmas, but better late than never!

There is a voice in my head telling me that this isn't good enough, that it doesn't hold up to what I was writing earlier this year. But I need to rewire my brain. There is no such thing as 'good' or 'bad' when it comes to fanfiction. All fanfiction is good fanfiction. This is our hobby, not our jobs, and we need to be kind to ourselves.

I am posting this at 11:59pm on New Year's Eve. Happy new year y'all, I hope Joel and Pin can bring you some festive cheer ❤️

Joel is this close to have a fucking breakdown.

He would measure out how close this is between his thumb and index finger if they were not currently tangled in webs of yarn, rapidly unravelling from from the bottom of what is supposed to be a sweater.

Your sweater.

The book that Lucy lent him months ago lies on the table before him, the pages yellowed and dogeared, open at the the easiest pattern of the lot to knit - a simple pullover in chunky yarn, in your favourite colour.

Well, it was supposed to be easy, anyway.

Despite Lucy basically holding his hand throughout the whole project, he’s had far less time than anticipated to work on it. Too many nights he finds himself at Tommy and Maria’s, elbow deep in dirty baby’s clothes and diapers, making himself useful for whatever needs to be done around the house. 

Even Ellie chips in without being asked, often bringing back food from the canteen and making sure the severely sleep-deprived adults are eating, if not well fed. Joel honestly doesn’t remember how he did it with Sarah as a clueless twenty-something, with an even more clueless younger brother.

As he attempts to free himself from the quagmire of wool, he grimaces at the stiffness all over his body, feeling it especially in his back after sleeping in an armchair all night with a rapidly growing two-month old.

He’s too old for this shit - but there’s no saying no to the little rascal with Tommy’s nose and Maria’s eyes.

The knitting needles clatter to the floor when he jumps at the front door opening and slamming shut, a frustrated fuuuuuuck slipping past his gritted teeth. 

Ellie’s voice rings out loud and clear as she scampers up the stairs, getting progressively louder until she’s outside his study. ‘Hey! Did you remember to put the potatoes in the oven? We have to leave for Tommy’s in an hour - dude, what the fuck is happening?’

‘What do you think is happenin’?’ he growls.

Crossing her arms, Ellie leans against the doorframe wearing a far too amused expression. ‘Maria said no gifts.’

Joel rolls his eyes. ‘It’s not for Maria.’

The teenager squints, perplexed, at the bits of wool in his hands. ‘What is that meant to be?’

‘... A sweater.’

Ellie bites her bottom lip, holding in a poorly concealed giggle. ‘I think a sweater is meant to have sleeves.’

‘You think?’

‘Want me to go get Lucy?’

With a heavy sigh, he mutters, ‘Fine.’

At the arch of her half-eyebrow, Joel adds begrudgingly, ‘Please.’

Ellie grins, sneakers skidding on the floorboards as she takes off. ‘Hang in there, old man!’

Despite the cold, his palms are sweaty, sticking to the kraft paper wrapped haphazardly around the even more haphazard package clutched tightly in his right hand. 

The night air mists before him in puffs of white as he shuffles a path through the falling snow. His ears are tingling from the cold, and flexing the stiff, frozen tips of his fingers, Joel knows he should’ve worn his gloves. They weren’t in their usual place by the door though, and he was so frazzled that he barely got his shoes tied up before dashing out the door, sending Ellie ahead with the potatoes (that are definitely undercooked) to his brother’s.

Your cottage glows yellow and orange in the darkness, and your stairs no longer creak when he trudges up them, having fixed them just in time before the first snowfall.

He hears your footsteps come from deep within this house when he knocks. Your eyes are wide when your door cracks open tentatively, but then your lips curve into a smile - the smile that he takes with him and keeps him warm when he has to leave Jackson for days-long patrols.

‘What are you doing here?’ you ask, ushering him inside, not batting an eye at the snow he tracks inside. ‘I thought we were meeting at Maria’s.’

Pressing a kiss to your lips, he softens at the way you lift your face towards him to catch it, careful to keep the parcel out of sight behind his back. ‘Yeah, we were, but thought I’d see if you need a hand with anythin’.’

‘Such a gentleman,’ you tease. 

A low fire burns in the hearth, the wood he chopped for you in the fall stacked in a tidy pile next to the mantelpiece. Sweeping his eyes across the living space, he spots the book with the cracked spine that he reads when he’s here on the coffee table, next to yours. On the other side of the couch is the Christmas tree that he cut for you, and he watched you dress it up in tinsel and fairylights one night after a quiet dinner and before hot cocoa under thick blankets.

He likes seeing himself at your home. In the things he does for you; in his things, casually scattered around - like they belong in your space.

‘The pies are in the kitchen, could you please put them in a bag?’ you ask. ‘I’ll just grab my coat and we can go.’

‘Sure, sweetheart,’ he answers, waiting until you’ve disappeared into the bedroom before setting down the present under the tree.

He’s leaning against the back of the couch when you pop back in, a few layers deeper than when you left him, the pies nestled safely in a carrier bag by his boots. 

‘Shall we?’ you ask brightly.

Joel hesitates, wondering if he should wait until after dinner to tell you about the present. It only takes his eyes darting to the foot of the tree for the briefest moment for you to catch on. The slow smile that stretches your cheeks and lights up your eyes warms him from the inside out.

You cock your head to one side, playing coy. ‘What’s that, Joel?’

He shrugs, feigning cool. ‘Why don’t you go ahead and find out?’

His chest physically swells at the way you dash towards the tree, landing on your knees in uncharacteristic recklessness, the impact only softened by the rug underneath. You cradle the lumpy package to your chest like something precious. ‘You got me a present.’

He settles on the end of the couch next to you, his heart beating harder in his ribcage than he’d like to admit. ‘Don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart.’

You frown at him. ‘Why?’

‘You’ll see, but I wanted to give it to you anyway.’

You open the package carefully, as if it was wrapped in the fancy paper people used to buy at the shop. Joel holds his breath when you peel it away to reveal what’s inside.

He’s far too inside his own head to hear your inhale that sounds a lot like wonder. You pick up the sweater gently, shaking it out, and Joel winces when he sees it in the flicker of the firelight.

Disastrous doesn’t begin to cover it. Lucy managed to connect the sleeves to the shapeless body in a last-ditch salvage attempt, but one is clearly longer than the other. The stitches are untidy, some have obviously caught onto something and pulled loose. Rough around the edges is putting it kindly.

Joel wants to reach out, grab it, chuck it into the fire and let the flames swallow it whole.

Finally, the silence gets the better of him, and he blurts out. ‘I’m sorry.’

You stare at him, stunned. ‘What?’

Under his whiskers, his cheeks flush in embarrassment, and he rambles, ‘I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinkin’. You deserve better sweetheart, here, let me -’

You almost lose your balance keeping the sweater out of his reach. ‘Don’t you dare, Joel Miller.’

Confused, he watches you rise to your feet, shucking your outer coat and another layer. ‘What are you doin’?’

Grabbing the sweater, you slide it over your head and thread your arms through the sleeves. The soft knit drapes over your curves, too big over your shoulders and the hem falling unevenly, higher on the right side than the left. One sleeve is long enough to cover half your hand, while the other sits right on the wrist.

And yet. 

You’re beaming like you just picked up something at Bloomin’dales or whatever the fuck those department stores were called back then. 

‘I love it,’ you declare, no trace of irony in your voice, as hard as he’s trying to find it.

He scoffs in disbelief. ‘C’mon, sweetheart, you’re just sayin’ it -’

You surprise him, grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and dragging him towards you to plant a firm kiss on his lips. 

‘I love it,’ you repeat slowly, with conviction, as if willing him to believe you. ‘Thank you.’

He doesn’t quite still, but he smiles and kisses you back. ‘Merry Christmas, sweetheart.’

‘Since we’re doing this -’ you trail off, sliding out of his grip to reach around the back of the tree, pulling out a neatly wrapped gift. ‘This is for you.’

Joel pauses. 

For him.

For the longest time, nothing had been for him unless it was soul-crushing grief and pain.

And yet here it is - his name on the tag written in your neat handwriting. Something he can hold in his hands. For him.

His fingers tremble when he reaches out. The package is soft, and the paper crackles under his grip. He all but tears it open, uncaring of the way the wrapping falls to the floor.

A laugh bubbles out of his throat, and you look relieved at his reaction. ‘You like it?’

It’s not quite a Santa hat. It’s a chunky dark red beanie with a white brim folded back, and topped with a white pompom. 

‘My ears were so cold walkin’ over. It’s perfect,’ he says, pulling it over the crown of his head. Of course, it fits just right, sliding soft and warm over his ears. He adds with a wink, ‘Y’know what, I might just shimmy down some chimneys after dinner.’

‘As long as you shimmy down mine too,’ you retort, not hearing the euphemism.

Joel quirks an eyebrow at that, one large palm squeezing your backside through the layers. ‘That an open invitation, sweetheart?’

You duck your head, more out of habit than actual shyness, with mischief in your smile. ‘Don’t be so crude, Joel Miller.’

Adjusting his new hat so that it sits comfortably, he points at the pompom and jokes, ‘Shame I can’t wear this on patrols.’

Right on cue, you hold up a finger. ‘Funny you should say that.’

He chuckles when you pull out a second, plain black beanie, as if out of thin air. ‘You really thought of everythin’, sweetheart.’

You shrug playfully. ‘I’m smart like that.’

‘I know you are,’ he smiles.

‘Merry Christmas, Joel.’

His lips find yours again in a slow, lingering kiss that has you leaning into him for more when he pulls back. ‘Thank you. For everythin’.’

You hold his gaze - heavy with meaning, light with joy. It wouldn’t take more than a tilt of the head towards the bedroom to derail your evening plans, and you both know it.

In the end, you’re the one who stays strong. Taking one step back from his warmth, you reach for your coat. ‘We’re late, we should go.’

His eyes widen. ‘Wait - you’re not wearin’ that to dinner are you?’

‘Of course I am,’ you say, buttoning up your coat over the sweater.

‘You don’t have to, sweetheart,’ he almost pleads with you.

You grin, heading for the door, blowing out candles as you go. ‘Too bad, I’m never taking it off.’

Joel shakes his head with a wry huff. ‘Well, I hope not never -’

You have one foot out the door when you suddenly remember. ‘I almost forgot - you left your gloves here last time. They’re in the cupboard by the door.’

Ah, that’s where they went. He opens the drawer and pulls them on, one after the other, the leather, worn smooth with age, creaking as he wraps his fingers around the handles of the carrier bag.

Joel is about to follow you out the door when he pauses over the threshold. Glancing down at the black beanie in his grasp, he reaches up and hooks it on the coat rack, nestled among your clothes.

He hopes that when the time comes for him to wear it for the first time - maybe on a patrol that will take him away from you for a few days - it will smell like you.

Gorgeous dividers by @firefly-graphics ❄️

More notes: I hope I will return to the main series in the new year. I've missed these two lovebirds, I hope you enjoyed this little interlude! ❤️

[dulcecherub]

Igual Que Un Angel

Chapter Eleven

Synopsis: Sofia is pregnant, and the last thing she needs is for Rafe to find out. It’s her dirty secret, it’s not like he’s barging down her door to speak to her. He looks as if he’s done with her for good. Will outside forces, force Sofia to confront the situation at hand. Or will she be able to keep this secret up? Not like, her belly isn’t growing everyday or anything.

Author’s note: please ignore my lame attempt at understanding how courts and judges work. Just bear with me. I’m so sorry for the long wait and this being a short chapter regardless. I was so stuck on that first scene I created. Just in case, it might rub someone the wrong way. Viewers discretion is advised.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

“Wheezie deserves a stable home. Her father—my husband—would have preferred it this way.” Rose argues, “I’m sorry I don’t trust either one of them to raise a teenage girl.”

Rafe scoffs, his eyes narrowing as his eyes land on Rose. Rose eyes don’t even move away from the judges. A firm line slashed across her lips.

He knew that was far from true. His dad would never had wanted this. Rose was a manipulative and conniving person. Maybe it was hypocritical of him. No it was hypocritical of him. But he always hated her. Always hated how he treated him and his siblings. His eyes train on her before flicking back to Sofia. Who looks at Rose with neutrality. He never specified to her what Rose had done to make him hate her. But this was evidence enough of why. She seek to keep Wheezie away for whatever dumbass reason, she could come up with.

“Like you raised us so well.” Sarah bites back. Mr. Hastings gives Sarah a look, she presses her lips into a line. She sits back on her seat. She doesn’t turn to look at anyone. John B hand shoots out to hold hers.

“We promise our goal matches yours. We want Wheezie to live in a stable and healthy environment.” He says, Roses lawyer Mr. Smith just scoffs.

“With a runaway and a violent drug addict.”

“Objection, how is this relevant? Both are of age and have a stable home in Kildare. Plus Mr. Cameron has been clean for over three years.”

“That does not mean he won’t ever relapse.” Mr. Smith comments. Sarah mouth opens in shock but she immediately closes it when John B grabs her hand to stop her from speaking.

Rafe shakes his leg, his jaw moving around. Sofia placing a hand on his arm. She leans herself on his arm. His muscles relax but he’s still agitated. They were all right, his drug addiction and past was the angle they were trying to use to make Sarah and him seem unfit.

“Overruled, those are concerns we are looking into. Please Mr. Smith refrain from any side comments.” The judge says, Sofias hand clasps onto Rafe. Their fingers interlocking, but his leg is still shaking. His jaw tight, he loosens up a bit. But Sofia can see that comment got to him.

“We will be taking a short recess.”

“Just breathe Rafe. Rafe, you need to breathe.” Sofia says, “You knew that’s their angle. They want to make you and Sarah seem unfit.” She sat on one of the wooden benches as Rafe paced back and forth. The air felt almost stale in here, too serious for her liking.

Rafe was trying to control his breathing, he kept squeezing his eyes closed. Sofia approached him carefully. “Hey, hey it’s okay. I’m here, baby just breathe.”

“It’s all bullshit, Sofia. I promise, I promise you, I haven’t even touched it. I haven’t even looked at any of that stuff.” He grimaces, running a hand in his hair. “I-I”

“Just breathe, okay. Look at me Rafe.” Her hands cup his face, Rafe buries his head into one of them. His breath shaky.

“Please, tell me everything is going to be okay? Please tell me we’re going to get Wheezie back.” His voice breaks, Sofia heart clenches.

“I can’t promise you anything. But hopefully the judge can see that you’re attempting to have her in your life. Maybe they’ll grant you guys joint custody.”

Rafe let out a deep breath, closing his eyes. “I hope you’re right Sof.” She kisses his forehead tenderly.

“Come on, let’s go grab something to eat. Yeah?” He nods, his eyes staring into hers. She can still see the anger behind his eyes. The food now being a momentarily distraction. Anger festers and she knew it was still brewing inside of him.

“Yeah, you’re eating for two. You’re going to need a lot of fuel.” His arm circles around her shoulders, but not before, his eyes land on her stomach.

Lupita walked into Rafe’s house, hesitatingly. Her eyes looking around with awe. Sofia smiled as she saw her cousin approaching. She was cutting up some fruit, her hands moving a bit slower than usual.

“Wow.” Lupita mouths, Sofia smiles.

“I know.” She mouths back. Lupita strolls over to Sofia, wrapping an arm around her.

“Te extrañé.” (I missed you!)

“Lupe, you saw me three days ago.” Sofia laughs, her hand on her cousins arm. Lupita tsks.

“Three days feels like an eternity.”

Rafe is on the couch, his laptop propped on his lap. He’s too focused on whatever he’s working on to break eye contact to greet Lupita.

“Hey Rafe, working hard?” Lupita teases, he finally breaks his eyes free from his laptop.

“Oh hi Lupita. Sorry, I’m kind… of busy.” He looks back at the laptop screen, Sofia eyes stay on him for a while until it returns to Lupita.

“No te preocupes. I understand, you got stressful business stuff to attend to. That’s why I dropped out of busi—”

Sofia eyes widen, she immediately stops what she’s doing. “You did what?! Tu mama te va a matar.”

Lupita glares at Sofia, “Hey! Don’t use my own words against me.” —Sofia giggles, Rafe scrunches his nose as he stares at them both.He seems confused but turns back around to his laptop.—“I’m just not sure business is meant for me.”

“That’s totally okay, but I mean, do you really want to leave school?” Sofia asks, cutting up the last fruit.

“I’m not leaving school. I dropped out of all my business classes.” Lupita did not meet Sofias eye. Almost as if she was waiting to be shamed or scolded.

“So, what’re you majoring in now?” Sofia says, softly, almost egging her cousin on to tell her.

“Art.” She mumbles, Sofia eyebrows scrunch up. “What was that?”

“I think she said art.” Rafe says, his eyes not leaving his laptop screen.

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Then go for it.” Sofia says, dropping the last chopped fruit into her bowl. “I know it’s scary. But if it’s what you want to do. You shouldn’t stop yourself from it. Especially if you feel… drawn to it.” Her eyes land on Rafe before returning back to Lupita. Who’s wearing a smirk.

“Anyway, I just came to say that I’m leaving in a few days. So I wanted to see you a few times before I left.”

“How nice of you.” Sofia says, a laugh escaping her lips.

“I’ll be back in two months once the baby is born. Don’t you two worry.” Rafe looks back at Lupita.

Lupita goes to hug Sofia. “I hope she can hear me. I hope she knows she’s so loved.” As if on clue, the baby kicks. Sofia lets out a gasp.

“I think she heard you.” She places a hand on her belly. “My little baby.”

Rafe looks at Sofia, his eyes softening. She’s sung to the baby in front of him before. He’d walked into their room, to hear her either singing and or talking to the baby in both English and Spanish.

He couldn’t help the smile that etched onto his face. Sofia eyes land on him a smile on her face, as her cousin coos at their baby.

Rafe stood next to Sarah as they waited for the verdict. Rose eyes landed on them, her face neutral. Not the face she’s had for the last five days. And seven months. Wheezie looked between her brother and sister. Her eyes filled with a longing, Rafe understood.

Rafe’s phone began to ring, he grabbed for it. “Mr. Cameron please silence your phone. We are about to begin.” Mr. Hastings says, Sarah looks over to him. Her brows furrowed. Rafe turns off his phone. His eyes landing back on his phone briefly.

“Lupita! He’s not answering me!” Sofia groans, the phone going straight to voice mail once more. Her forehead sheened with sweat. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes scrunched close with pain.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Lupita scrambled into the bathroom, her eyes on the water surrounding Sofias legs. “Aren’t you almost eight months. Why is your water breaking now!”

“Gee, I wonder why! Lupita stop asking me stupid questions!” Sofia let out another groan, she attempted to breath in and out. Doing the breath work she was told would work. But she felt so unprepared, this was not how she imagined this to go. The pain was immense.

Lupita doesn’t answer, just heads back to rummage more things into the light pink duffel bag. “Fuck you, Rafe Cameron.”

Sarah held her breath as she watched the judge, Rafe looked towards him as well. His heart pounding.

“For the custody case for Wheezie Cameron, we hereby declare that both parties have joint custody. Until the child is 18 years old. Then she can make her own decisions.” The judge says, his eyes scanned everyone in the room.

Rafe eyes pricked with tears, after so long. After so much time of never seeing his little sister. He and Sarah were finally getting the chance.

Wheezie eyes landed back onto to them. Her tearful eyes, her small smile.

Sofia let out a cry of pain, tears spilling from her eyes like a faucet. She gripped her seat, her eyes barely concentrating on anything around her.

“Don’t worry Sofia, we’re almost there.” Lupita voice shook, her eyes on the road, almost going above the speed limit. Her hands shook as she held onto the steering wheel.

“He hasn’t answered!” Contractions were rolling out from her in waves. Her hand held onto the seat as if it were the only thing that grounded her. “Lupita!”

“I’m almost there!” Lupita voice shook and Sofia couldn’t help but feel like an ass.

“Fuck!”

Wheezie sat across from Rafe and Sarah in the diner booth. Her eyes still shone like tearful stars.

“I missed you guys.” She says tearfully, Rose stood further away from them. Her eyes anywhere but at them. She was still speaking to her lawyer.

“We’ve missed you so much.” Sarah approaches her, pulling Wheezie into a hug. “We thought we weren’t ever going to see you again.” Wheezie and Sarah take a moment to stare at each other. Rafe had always seen them as a unit, the two always working together to irk him. But now… he’s just glad he has them both.

Wheezie eyes land on Rafe, her brows furrowing not going unnoticed to him. “Didn’t realize you’ve become such a softie now Rafe.”

Rafe just smirked, “My little sister needed rescuing.” Wheezie grins, letting Sarah go and running to hug him too. He’s surprised. His hands awkwardly to his sides until he begins to hug her back too.

Wheezie looks up at him, “I’m happy to see you.” Rafe feels his heart clenched, he’d always had a soft spot for her. That was his little sister. He would do anything to protect her.

“Thank you for vouching for me, on the stand. It uh meant—a lot—”

Wheezie chuckles this time. “Rafe says thank you now?” Wheezie turns to look at Sarah, her eyes still teary eyed.

“He does…” Sarah voice shakes. “I uh can’t wait to introduce you to little JJ. We call him little Jay.” Wheezie eyes shine with recognition. Then her features become somber.

“I’m sorry Sarah.” Wheezie says softly, everyone at this point knew what happened to JJ. Not the real details but they knew he was dead. Some gossiped he ran away before he could get charged for all the crimes he committed. That everyone was just covering for him. That theory became hard to believe once they knew Rafe Cameron had said he was really gone. Now it was believed JJ had died for reasons they would never understand. Some believed he truly lived to his Maybank ways and got murdered.

The Pogues, Rafe, and Shoupe were the only ones who knew the truth.

“Let’s just…”

“Wheezie!” Rose’s voice broke through their little bubble. They all turned to look at her, Wheezie lips turned into a straight line.

“I’m coming!” She says, a little bite in her voice. “I’ll see you guys on Tuesday.”

Lupita bite her thumb, her leg shaking as she continued to contact Rafe, to no avail. She looked back up, the waiting room filled with either sick people and people waiting to be seen for an injury. Another pregnant woman sat on the bench, her eyes downcast.

Lupita felt her anxiety reaching newer heights. She continued to bite the skin on her thumb. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Sofia wasn’t supposed to give birth so early.

“Please answer.” She says anxiously.

[bettystonewell]

PART 1: THE MARK OF CAIN

Main Masterlist || On AO3 || On Wattpad

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Aussie!Reader

Summary: You knew you were screwed. Everything had been off since the moment you’d woken up in that hospital after your night out. But it wasn’t until you were accused of international fraud and taken to the local police station that it became clear, you were well and truly fucked. At least Agent Smith seemed to believe you and had an inkling as to what the wounds were on your body. You had been given fresh hope and the end was in sight. Or was it?

Word Count: 283k words

Tags: strangers to lovers, slow burn, eventual SMUT, ret-gone, mystery, language, Aussie slang and references (to the point it’s crack sometimes), Dean bears the Mark of Cain

A/N: As requested, welcome to the world of Glowworm. This was my very first fic. She’s a little rough around the edges, and to quote Dean in 11x04 - “Mistakes were made, mm-hmm,” but that just makes her even more Hard-Yakka.

The story follows a timeline made by hells_half_acre on Livejournal, and starts off mid Season nine, weaving in and out of canon. It is currently on hiatus, but with 60 chapters spread over two parts to catch up on, who knows, maybe it will be completed by the time we get there.

I’m tossing up whether to post this weekly or twice a week because I’m also still uploading To You I Belong. Let me know what you’d prefer. Enjoy! - Beth ❤️

*I've paused uploading the story for now, but you can find it in full on AO3 and Wattpad using the links above, including the second part

1. You Don't Exist

2. The Fugitive and Her Keeper

3. It's All in the Details

4. What's the Time Mr Wolf

5. The Bunker

6. Home Alone (with Kevin Tran)

7. Get Inked

8. Always Feels Like Tuesday

9. Little Koala

10. Location, Location, Location

11. We're Both Fine

12. Room 7B

13. The Demon and the Glowworm

14. Why My Foot?

15. The Wizard and Her Wand

16. Ask Jeeves

17. It Was Dean Winchester, at the Impala, with the Handcuffs

18. Hex Bags and Girly Girls Don't Mix

19. Ageless

20. Teenagers Aren't Monsters

21. The Blood on His Hands

22. Tell Me Your Story

23. One Whole Year

24. A Slice of Apple Pie

25. Was it Bach, or Simpson?

26. Two Redheads Aren't Better Than One

27. Honey and Babe

28. Tonight I'm Getting Over You

29. The Deal

30. My Door is Always Open

31. Waiting With the Enemy

32. When Later Becomes Now

33. A Few Days of Snow

34. How to Play Nice and Influence Hunters

35. Cruel Jokes

36. Sheriffs and Angels

37. Keeping It Happy

38. What's Your Number Winchester?

39. There has to be Another Way

40. The Truth Hurts (but so can Withholding It)

41. Whoever Said Romance is Dead, was Wrong

42. Honey and Babe 2.0

43. Doors That Open and Close

44. The Not So Calm Before the Storm

45. It Started and Ended with Charlie

46. Removing the Mark

47. The Exact Time and Place

48. Part Two Teaser

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[winchesterwild78]

Daddy’s Girl pt 11

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (wife), Dean and Reader’s daughter, other characters from Supernatural

Warnings: injury, angst, fluff, Dean being sad

A/N: Another collab story with @cheekygirl2309. Aftermath of Charlie stealing and wrecking the car.

Sorry it’s taken so long to write this chapter. Life has sucked recently and I lost my joy for writing. I’m slowly trying to find it. I hope this chapter turns out how I planned.

This is a work of fiction and does not follow the Supernatural storyline. I do not own the rights to the characters used.

All work is my own and @cheekygirl2309, don’t take it or use it as your own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Minors DNI 18+

Dean, Delilah and I made our way to the hospital. My leg bounced in the seat as Dean’s focus was getting there. Speed limits and red lights be damned.

Delilah called Sam and he was meeting us at the hospital. My heart pounded in my chest. An ache bloomed, my baby, my son was laying in the hospital and I had no idea how he was doing.

Regardless of how he got there, he was still my baby and he needed me.

Dean barely put the car in park when I leaped out and ran through the Emergency Room doors.

I ran to the desk, “Charlie Winchester, where is he?!” I yelled, trying to catch my breath. The nurse behind the desk looked at me and nodded. She typed on the computer and ushered me to follow her.

Dean and Delilah saw me walking towards the back and ran to catch up.

As we approached the room he was in I noticed two police officers standing outside his door. The taller one stepped forward. “Hello Are you Mr and Mrs. Winchester?” “Yes, now let me see my son.” I demanded.

He stepped between me and the door. “Ma’am, you’re going to have to wait a minute.”

I scoffed, “Like hell I will, that’s my son in there. I need to get to him.” The other police officer touched his shoulder and they stepped to the side.

I pushed past them and opened the door. I gasped at the sight before me.

My sweet boy, bruised and bloody. His arm in a sling, and his leg in a cast. My breath hitched.

I could hear Dean and the officers talking as I approached the bed. Delilah walked in and gasped loudly. Charlie’s head turned towards us and his eyes darted between his sister and me.

Then I noticed his eyes filled with tears. I was instantly by his side, holding his hand. The tears began to fall, slow at first then a constant flow. Delilah stepped to his other side and placed her hand on his shoulder.

“What were you thinking?” I whispered. He let out a sob, “I’m so sorry mom. I screwed up and now the car is wrecked and dad is going to kill me if I don’t go to jail first. I’m so sorry.” Sobbs wrecked his body.

I was on my feet and pulled him close to me, “Shh, baby. No, dad isn’t going to kill you. It’s just a car. It can be replaced, you can’t. God I’m so glad you’re okay. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

His eyes were red and swollen, but I saw the flicker of surprise in them.

A few minutes later the doctor came in with Dean.

Dean looked at Charlie and I could see the fear in his eyes. He walked over, Charlie watching every step he took. Dean wrapped him in his arms and held him tight. “I’m so glad you’re safe. You’re grounded forever, but I’m so glad you’re safe.” Charlie and Dean chuckled a little.

“Mr and Mrs Winchester, I’m Dr. Stone. I’m treating your son.” I nodded and extended my hand, “Nice to meet you. So what’s wrong and when can he go home?”

“Well he broke his leg, dislocated his shoulder, and he has lots of cuts and bruises. Nothing too serious considering the extent of the accident. He got very lucky.”

I let out the breath I was holding. “When can he go home?” Dr Stone looked at Dean and I, “Well I want to keep him overnight for observation, but as far as going home that will be up to the police.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. Dean thanked the doctor and he left.

Charlie looked between Dean and I, “Am I really going to jail? I’m sorry I took the car and wrecked it. It was so stupid. I swear I won’t do it again. Please, mama, don’t let them take me to jail.” Charlie started crying, Delilah cried and begged us to do something.

Dean swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, “I’ll see what is going on.”

As Dean was about to leave the room, Sam came in.

We explained everything to him and he called Jody. “Jody said she’d make a phone call and see what charges they are thinking about pressing against him. She might be able to help us out.”

I nodded and hugged him, “Thank you, Sammy. I just want to take my baby home.”

Dean, Delilah, and Sam left to grab some coffee and snacks, leaving Charlie and I alone. This was the first time in a long time we had been alone and I was nervous. The last time we were alone Charlie was so angry. I braced myself.

I sat in the chair beside him and could feel the tension crackling in the air. My heart pounded and my head spun. I had no idea how to talk to him at that moment.

I looked over at him, he looked so much like Dean. I smiled slightly. His eyes flicked with the light from the television.

I swallowed and took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever was coming. “Honey, why did you take the car?”

His head turned slowly towards me and his eyes flashed with hurt and regret. He began to fidget with his hands. I reached out and touched his hand, holding it. I expected him to flinch or pull away, but he didn’t.

“I was just so lonely. I felt like no matter what I did I couldn’t get your attention or dad’s. Everything was always Delilah. I get it, she was assaulted and that was horrible, but I couldn’t help but feel like our whole lives have revolved around her happiness. Then she met Lucas and everyone was happy for her. We went to dinner with her boyfriend and his family. Nobody ever asks me how I’m doing. I stole the car because I felt like everyone would be better off if I was gone. I was going to Uncle Sam’s house and a deer jumped out in front of me. The next thing I knew I was waking up here. I’m so sorry, mama.”

His tears were falling fast, mine just as fast. I grabbed him and held him close to me. Hugging him like it was the last time I’d ever get to hold him. “I’m so sorry, Charlie. I’m so sorry you felt less than your sister. You have always been an important part of this family. We should have focused on you too and not so much on her. No one, do you understand me, no one would be better off with you gone. You’re my son, my baby boy and I’d never get over it if something happened to you.”

I kissed his head and held him tightly. My heart bloomed with a deep ache for him. How could we be so foolish and not see the impact this has had on him. All his anger, his harsh words to me, was out of hurt and frustration.

Dean, Delilah, Sam and Jody walked in the room. Jody came up to the bed and hugged Charlie. “Looks like you’re pretty banged up, kiddo. Did you learn a lesson?” Charlie nodded and looked at me, “Yeah I did.” He looked up at Dean, “Dad, I’m sorry. I’m going to do whatever it takes to pay to have the car fixed. I’ll work odd jobs, mow every lawn in the city if I have to.”

Dean placed his hand on Charlie’s shoulder, “I’m just glad you’re safe. We can fix her up together, okay?” Charlie nodded.

Jody had spoken to the Chief of Police and the only charges against Charlie were going to be driving without a license, because Dean refused to press charges. “So he can go home with us tomorrow?” I asked, still holding his hand.

She nodded, “Yeah he can. He’ll probably end up with community service since he’s a minor and has a clean record. Just don’t make this a habit, or I can’t get you out of it. Understand?” He nodded. “Thank you, Jody. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.”

She pulled me into a hug, “You don’t owe me anything, we’re family and family helps each other.” Dean hugged her and thanked her too.

As night turned into day, I could see Dean, Sam and Delilah getting more tired. Charlie had fallen asleep around 7am. Delilah was asleep, but restless in the chair.

“Dean, you three go home. I’m going to stay here with him. You get some rest and when they release him I’ll call you.”

He stood and stretched, “Are you sure, sweetheart?” I nodded, “Yes, go get some sleep. I’m going to need your help taking care of him. We have a lot of things to talk about later, so I need you rested.”

He kissed my lips and hugged me tightly before waking up Delilah and Sam. I hugged them goodbye and they slipped out of the room.

I laid back down in the recliner and pulled the blanket up around me. I could hear Charlie’s soft snores and I smiled. He looked just like Dean, and slept just like him too. One arm tucked under his head, mouth slightly opened and soft snores.

I fell asleep listening to him, thankful he was okay and still with me.

Across town Dean and Delilah had arrived back at the bunker and were ready to crawl in bed.

Dean let out a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. “Daddy, are you okay?” Delilah asked in a soft voice.

“Yeah pumpkin, it’s just been a long night. You go ahead and get some sleep. It’s going to be all hands on deck when Charlie comes home.” Delilah nodded and hugged Dean. She slipped into her bedroom and climbed into bed. Staring at the ceiling waiting to hear Dean come down the hallway to his bedroom. She wanted to make sure he was okay.

The minutes ticked by and she began to get worried. She found Dean in the Dean cave laying on the couch. She tiptoed back to her room and grabbed her pillow and blankets, walking back into the Dean cave. She made a bed on the floor and laid down. Dean’s arm was hanging off the couch so she laid so her shoulder was under his hand.

Dean’s hand twitched and he let out a soft sigh. She knew he needed someone, she was just like her father that way. Sleep quickly took over her as she laid on the floor.

While Dean slept he dreamed of Bobby. Or so he thought it was a dream. “Hey Dean.” Bobby’s gruff voice startled him. “Bobby! I’m so glad to see you.”

Bobby smirked, “Yeah. I bet. Things seem to be going haywire, huh? Your boy stole the car and wrecked. Sounds like something you would have done when you were his age.” Bobby chuckled.

Dean smirked and ran his hand through his hair. “Bobby I feel like I’m failing as a father and as a husband. I don’t know what to do.”

Bobby placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “You idjit, you’re not failing. This is part of being a father and a husband. Things are going to be great and then things aren’t going to go the way you planned. How you respond is what makes you a great father and husband. From what I’m seeing you’re doing an amazing job. Y/N loves you and you’ve got two amazing kids.”

Dean nodded, “Yeah, well the only role model I had on how to be an amazing father was you. I don’t think I ever thanked you for that, Bobby.”

Bobby looked at Dean, “You thank me every day you show up for your kids and your wife. I’m so damn proud of you son. You were meant to be a husband and father, and I’m so glad you’ve gotten to be one.”

Bobby pulled Dean into a tight hug, “Now, go take care of your family. They need you, and remember I’m always here for you.”

Dean woke up and his breath caught in his throat. He gasped and it woke up Delilah. “Daddy, are you okay?” Tears pricked Dean’s eyes, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just talked to an old friend.”

“Was it Grandpa Bobby?” Dean smirked, “Yeah, it was Grandpa Bobby.”

“I figured it was. He checks in on me in my dreams from time to time. He always knows when we need him the most.” Dean smiled, “I didn’t know he visited you.” Delilah nodded, “Yeah, he visits Charlie too.”

Dean smiled and thought, of course he visits them. Delilah stood and went to her room, returning with something in her hand.

“Daddy, I found this at Uncle Sammy’s house in a box. He told me it was Grandpa Bobby’s. I think you need it right now more than I do.”

Dean took the worn hat and smiled. It was definitely Bobby’s. Dean hugged Delilah, “Thanks pumpkin. This means so much to me.”

A few hours later I called Dean to let him know they were releasing Charlie in a few hours. “Can you bring him some clean clothes and shoes, please.” I asked as I was giving Dean a list of things we needed from the store.

“Yep, I’ll bring his clothes and I’ll grab everything we need from the store. I think I’ll get him some of his favorite snacks too.” I smiled, “That would be great, Dean. Thank you. I love you, be careful.” “I love you too, see you soon.”

The nurse had come in with crutches and was teaching Charlie how to use them. He was starting to get the hang of it as Dean and Delilah arrived.

“Uhoh, looks like Charlie’s on the move.” Delilah chuckled.

“I can still beat you in a race, sis.” Charlie retorted. Dean and I laughed.

Delilah walked over to Charlie and slung her arm around him, “Hey, I’m really glad you’re okay. Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?” He looked at her and nodded, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare anyone.” She hugged him tight, “I know.”

“Charlie, I’m gonna put your clothes in the bathroom so you can change. Let me know if you need help.” Dean said as he placed Charlie’s clothes on the bathroom sink.

Charlie walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I hugged Dean and Delilah while we waited for Charlie.

“We got everything at the store, I even had Delilah help pick out snacks.” I smiled and thanked them softly.

The bathroom door clicked open and Charlie walked out, balancing on his crutches. “Guess I’m ready to go when they let me.” He shrugged.

“Well, they just brought in the paperwork, so we are good to go.” I said holding up the papers.

“Okay, let’s get out of here. I hate hospitals.” Charlie said as the rest of us laughed.

We were walking down the hallway, heading towards the elevator and Dean smirked and let out a little chuckle. I looked at him and he motioned to Charlie. I playfully slapped his arm, “Stop it, and help your son.” He laughed and stepped up to Charlie as we stood waiting for the elevator.

Dean leaned up and whispered into Charlie’s ear, “Hey, looks like you had some trouble getting your pants up. Okay if I help?” Charlie nodded and Dean quickly pulled up Charlie’s pants the rest of the way.

The elevator arrived and I noticed a crimson hue on Charlie’s cheeks. I smiled at him, “Hey, it’s okay everyone here used to change your little tushy.”

Delilah and Dean roared with laughter, Charlie just shook his head, “Thanks a lot mom.” I smiled and touched his arm, “You’re welcome sweetie.” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Then I froze. “I’m sorry. I should have asked if that was okay.”

Charlie steadied himself on the wall and offered me his good arm. He hugged me, “It was more than okay, mom.” I smiled and nodded.

A warmth filled my heart. I felt like we were at a turning point.

Arriving at the bunker, Delilah and I carried in the groceries and Dean helped Charlie get inside.

“Okay, buddy, where do you want to go?” Dean asked as he and Charlie were walking in from the garage. “Um the library.”

Dean nodded and helped Charlie get comfortable at one of the tables in the library. Dean grabbed a pillow to prop Charlie’s leg up and sat across from him.

Charlie nervously shifted in his seat. He hadn’t talked to Dean about the accident and he was nervous. Dean sensed his anxiety and let out a soft breath.

“Charlie, I think we should talk about what happened.” Charlie looked at Dean and nodded before putting his head back down.

“First I want you to know I meant what I said about the car. It can be rebuilt, hell I’ve done it before. Your mom and I are just thankful you made it out and your injuries weren’t worse than they are. Charlie, I know you’ve had a hard time with everything going on with your sister. Your mom and I are so sorry we made you feel like you weren’t important to us, because you are just as important to us as Delilah is. You’re our baby boy. You’re my son, my legacy to this world.”

Charlie sat listening to Dean, really listening to him and tears pricked his eyes. He had never thought about that before, but it was true. He would be the one to carry on the Winchester name, and he wanted to make his father proud of him.

The tears that pricked his eyes started to fall. A painful lump formed in his throat as the hot tears spilled down his cheeks. Dean was out of his chair in an instant and by Charlie’s side.

He held him tightly as he cried. “Dad, I’m so sorry. I only ever wanted to make you and mom proud of me. To love me like you do Delilah.”

Dean’s heart broke. He pulled back and looked at Charlie, “We are proud of you, Charlie and we sure as hell love you as much as we do Delilah. Listen, things have been crazy and your mom and I didn’t handle it like we could have. You’re right, we did put a lot of focus and energy on Delilah and her happiness. We didn’t realize how much we were neglecting you, and for that we are deeply sorry. I promise you we will do better. From now on you will never question how much we love and care for you.”

I stood at the doorway and listened to Dean and Charlie. I was so glad Charlie felt comfortable enough to tell Dean what he’d told me.

I put laundry in the washer and started to cook dinner. When dinner was ready we all went into the kitchen to eat. Charlie sat in Dean’s chair since it had more space for him to stretch out his leg.

Charlie began scarfing down the food like he hadn’t eaten in days. I chuckled when I looked at him and he had spaghetti sauce on his face. With his mouth full he looked up at me and said, “What?” I shook my head and chuckled, “Nothing. I’m just glad you have your appetite.” “Well, this is really good. Thank you for cooking, mom.” “You’re welcome baby.”

I looked at Dean and we smiled at each other. Delilah had been texting Lucas and I noticed Charlie kept looking at her.

Quiet conversation filled the room and by the time dinner was done the tension between all of us was starting to ebb.

I stood and started clearing up and noticed Charlie shifting uncomfortably in his chair. My brows furrowed and I looked at Dean and nodded.

“Hey Buddy,” Dean said. “Are you okay?”

Charlie looked at me and then at him. He hung his head and fidgeted with his hands. “Um, I need to go to the bathroom but need some help getting my pants down.” His face flushed red.

Dean chuckled a little, “I’ve got you, buddy. Come on. Let’s go.”

Dean helped Charlie stand and they walked out of the room.

I finished cleaning up dinner and started washing dishes. Dean came back into the kitchen chuckling a little and I looked at him and smiled.

“What’s so funny?” I asked. “Your son is. He was so embarrassed asking me to help him to the bathroom we almost didn’t make it in time. Poor kid.”

I continued washing dishes as I looked at Dean, “Leave my baby alone or you’re going to be in trouble.”

Dean chuckled and stepped behind me, “Oh, is that so?” He brushed the hair off my neck and started kissing down my neck and to my pulse point.

I leaned back into him and my breath hitched.

Dean chuckled deep in his chest, “Seems like you’re the one in trouble, sweetheart.”

I smiled because damn was he right.

I finished the dishes and Dean rinsed and dried them.

After they were put away we walked to the Dean Cave. There we found Delilah and Charlie sitting on the couch watching Scooby Doo.

I looked at Dean and smiled. He was beaming with pride.

Dean sat between the kids and I sat at the other end. I looked over and saw Dean with both of his children on either side of him. I could see the love between the three of them.

Delilah had her phone out and a smile on her face. I saw how her face lit up and she nervously chewed her lip.

Dean noticed too. I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes as the realization washed over him.

His baby girl, his little pumpkin pie, was in love. That scared him more than any monster he’d ever faced.

A few hours later there was a knock on mine and Dean’s door. “Come in.” I said.

Delilah opened the door. “Hey guys. I know Charlie is grounded, but I was wondering if I could take him out with Lucas and I tomorrow? I wanted to talk to you two before I talked to him.”

I looked at Dean and then at her. “Can we talk about it and let you know tomorrow morning?”

She nodded enthusiastically and hugged me then Dean. “Thanks guys. I was talking to Lucas and we didn’t want Charlie to continue to feel left out so we wanted to take him out. With your permission.”

I touched her arm, “I think he’d like that. I’m sure he’s really missing his big sister right now.”

“Yeah, I guess Lucas is taking up more of my time than I thought.”

She hung her head in a little sadness.

I touched her arm, “Hey, don’t do that. This isn’t your fault. This is part of growing up. You’re allowed to be happy and live your life.”

She nodded, thanked us and left.

Dean looked at me and had a pang of sadness in his eyes. “Dean, baby, what’s wrong?”

He sighed and hung his head a little, “I guess I’m just having a hard time with her getting older. She’s growing up too fast, they both are. I’m just not ready to say goodbye to them.”

I touched his arm and stood in front of him, “Dean, we’re not saying goodbye to them. Once they grow up they go build a life of their own, we are still going to be a part of that.”

His green eyes met mine and I could see the tears that pricked his eyes. I positioned myself between his legs as he sat on the side of the bed. His hands held my hips and pulled me closer to him.

Dean laid his head against my torso as I leaned down and kissed his head. My hands touched his neck and shoulders. “Come on baby, let’s go to bed.” I whispered against his head. He nodded and leaned back, pulling me down with him causing me to giggle.

Dean laughed and kissed my lips softly, “I guess the silver lining about the kids growing up is I can have more alone time with you and walk around in my underwear.” A deep chuckle left his lips and I laughed.

“Yes you can, Dean. All day long.”

I smiled at him as he pulled me in his arms. “So are we going to let Charlie go out with Delilah and Lucas tomorrow?” Dean asked as he held me.

I sighed, “Honestly I’m torn. I want them to spend time together and grow close again, but he did take the car and wreck it. What do you think?”

Dean took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I feel the same way. I know he’s feeling pushed to the side with everything that’s happened to her and with her, but that doesn’t excuse his behavior over the past few months. Maybe we let him go with her with the understanding that this is a one time thing and if he wants to earn this privilege again he needs to prove it. No more of this mouthing off, stealing and defying us.”

I shifted next to Dean and looked at him, “Okay. I’m fine with that. We’ll tell Delilah in the morning.”

He nodded, kissed my lips and turned off the light. Pulling me to his side we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

The next morning I woke up before Dean. I found Delilah already awake and in the kitchen. “Good morning, baby girl. How are you?”

“I’m good. Just thinking.” I raised an eyebrow at her and smirked, “what are you thinking about sweetie? Anything I can help with?”

She smiled softly and her eyes sparkled. My breath hitched. I’d seen that look before. I’d had the same look with Dean. My little girl was in love, and not a puppy love, but a head over heels, forever kind of love.

“I’m just thinking about Lucas and everything. Mama he reminds me so much of daddy. He’s kind, brave, supportive and so protective. I’m in love with him.” A blush spread across her face and I touched her hand.

“He sounds amazing, baby girl. We are happy for you.”

She got a look on her face and fidgeted, “What about daddy? Is he okay with Lucas?”

I smiled and nodded, “Yes, it’s just hard on him to see you two grow up so fast. He thought for years he’d never be able to have a family, then you two came along and you became his life. He’s always just wanted what was best for you two and for you two to be loved and protected. If Lucas does that then daddy will be fine. I promise.”

“Thanks mama. So did you and daddy decide if we can take Charlie with us today? We were thinking mini golf and lunch.”

“Yeah, we’re going to let him go. We just want to have a conversation with him first.”

She nodded, “Thank you. I’ll let Lucas know.”

She hugged me and left the room. A few minutes later I was cooking breakfast when Dean came in. He grabbed a coffee and came over and kissed my lips. “Good morning, sweetheart.” “Good morning, Dean. How’d you sleep?”

“Okay. Definitely glad for coffee.” I nodded and smiled.

About 20 minutes later Charlie came in and looked at Dean and I. He smiled slightly but the smile barely stretched past his lips.

“Hey baby. How’d you sleep?” I smiled as I hugged him.

He looked surprised, “okay. I’m still getting used to this cast and everything.”

Dean glanced up from his coffee and looked at me and I nodded.

“Sweetie, dad and I want to talk to you about something.”

Charlie nodded and took a seat at the table. Dean sat his coffee down and I noticed Charlie swallow hard.

“So, stealing the credit card was one thing, but stealing the car is a whole different matter. You could have been seriously hurt or hurt someone else, or worse. We’re so glad you’re okay, but we’ve got a long road back to the trust we had.”

He nodded and hung his head. “I know, and I’m so sorry. Waking up in the hospital scared the heck out of me.”

Dean straightened up and took a deep breath, “It scared us too, Charlie. I don’t know what I’d do, what we would do if we had lost you. I do know we wouldn’t have survived that loss.”

I noticed Dean’s eyes filled with tears. “Charlie, Delilah wanted you to go with her and Lucas today. If we let you go, understand this is a privilege and you can lose that privilege just as quickly as it was given. Is that something you’d want to do? Go with Delilah and Lucas?” I looked at him, searching for an answer.

He nervously bit his lip, “They really want me to go with them?”

I smiled and nodded, “yes. It was their idea. Would you want to go?”

He smiled, “Yeah. I’d like to. I guess if Lucas is going to be in her life I need to get to know him better. Thanks mom and dad.”

Delilah walked in and Charlie smiled at her. “Mom said you and Lucas wanted to take me with you today. Do you really?”

She smiled big, “Yes! Mini golf and lunch. How does that sound?”

Charlie looked confused, “How am I supposed to play mini golf?”

Delilah laughed, “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.”

Dean chuckled, “Try not to break anything else.” We all laughed.

A few hours later Delilah and Charlie were getting ready to go. Lucas came by and was waiting for them.

Dean took the opportunity to chat with Lucas. “So, how’s classes going?”

Lucas smiled, “They are going great. I really like the professors and the workload isn’t too bad.”

Dean nodded, “So college. Any wild parties coming up you plan on taking my baby to?”

I snorted and playfully hit Dean’s arm. “Dean, stop interrogating the poor boy.”

Dean feigned innocence.

“It’s okay Mrs Winchester, I know when I eventually have children I’m going to be protective too. I promise Mr Winchester, I have nothing but the utmost respect for your daughter. I love her.”

Dean froze and looked at me. I offered him a reassuring smile.

When the kids came in they were laughing and I saw Lucas’ face light up when he saw Delilah. It was the same look Dean had on his face when we fell in love.

My breath hitched. My little girl was a young woman in love and he was in love with her.

The three of them left, we could hear them laughing and talking as they left.

I looked over at Dean and saw him deep in thought.

I walked over to him and stood between his legs and lifted his chin softly. “Dean, honey are you okay?”

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, “He’s in love with her. I know that look. That boy is so deeply in love with our baby girl. He’s going to marry her.”

He sighed heavily and a single tear slipped down his cheek.

I wiped it away and kissed his lips softly. “I know, baby but she’s a smart girl. She’ll make him take care of her. We raised her that way.

He smiled, nodded and pulled me close to him.

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Cozytober #11 with Geralt/Eskel please? <3

It's more Cozytember at this point, I think, but here you go!

Geralt is puttering happily about, messing with B.B.’s careful placement of the decorations mostly for his own amusement, when there’s a knock on the door. He glances up to exchange a confused look with Eskel, who is ensconced comfortably in the largest and squashiest chair they own, joyfully immersed in a book that could easily be used as a bludgeoning weapon. “You expecting anyone?”

“Nope,” Eskel says, showing no inclination to get out of his chair.

Geralt snorts and pads over to the door - it’s late enough that they’ve long since sent B.B. and Marlene to their well-earned rest.

“Papa!” the Empress of North and South, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, first of her name, the Lady of Time and Space, Beloved of the Great Sun, Defeater of the White Frost, says gleefully, and throws her arms around Geralt in an embrace that knocks the breath out of him.

“Ciri,” Geralt wheezes. She’s wearing simple clothing better suited to a witcher than an empress, and she doesn’t have any entourage at all. “Good to see you,” he adds, hugging back hard enough to lift her off her feet. Ciri giggles.

“Ciri,” Eskel says, light footsteps approaching rapidly before his arms close around both of them together. “What are you doing here?”

“A girl can’t want to spend Yule with her family?” Ciri asks, slightly muffled against Geralt’s shoulder.

“Of course you can,” Eskel says, “but I thought Nilfgaard had all sorts of ceremonies on Yule.”

Ciri giggles, and they all untangle themselves so she can come in. “The main ceremonies are on the solstice,” she explains. “I left Morvran holding the fort; I can’t stay more than a day, but I brought presents!”

“We don’t need anything,” Geralt protests.

“You’ll like these,” Ciri says, and beckons out the still-open door into the night. “Alright, now!”

Geralt sucks in a sharp breath as his medallion vibrates hard at the same time as the center of their empty little courtyard is suddenly filled with an entire wagon.

“Geralt!” Jaskier cries, leaping down from the bed of the wagon; he’s wearing a comically long scarf and a brilliant crimson outfit. “We’re invading for Yule!” He turns to help his companion out of the wagon; Priscilla smiles warmly at Geralt and Eskel as she steps onto the cobblestones.

“Jaskier assures me we aren’t going to be too much of a strain on your hospitality,” she says.

“‘Course not, you’re always welcome,” Eskel replies gruffly. Geralt is too busy gaping. Lambert is in the driver’s seat of the wagon, Yennefer is unfolding languidly from her perch beside him, and there are two more people in the back: Keira of all people, and a lanky man with an eyepatch who Geralt doesn’t know at all.

“Well, pretty boy, got a place I can put the damn horse?” Lambert drawls.

Geralt shakes himself into motion, giving Lambert the driest look he can. “Of course I have a stable,” he says, and leaves Eskel to get all the people inside and find hot drinks while he and Lambert stable the horse next to Roach and Scorpion and the patient, sturdy cob who pulls the farm cart and rejoices in the unlikely and inaccurate name of Swift.

“Who’s your friend?” Geralt asks as they roll the wagon under cover. Lambert makes a low grumbly sound deep in his chest.

“Aiden,” he admits. “Jaskier found him wandering around near Novigrad, half out of his godsdamned mind. Patched him up and kept him at the Chameleon til he could get Yen to tell Keira to tell me.”

“Huh,” Geralt says. Wasn’t Aiden the Cat he and Lambert avenged several years ago? The one Lambert clearly loved? Less dead than expected is a fucking nice surprise, in that case. “And that’s…working, then?”

Lambert grins, crooked and real. “Keira thinks he’s charming.”

Geralt hums and takes the opportunity as they go through the doorway to wrap an arm around Lambert’s shoulders in a sideways hug. Lambert flails but doesn’t actually object.

“Happy for you,” Geralt tells him, and dodges out of the way of Lambert’s halfhearted kick, striding ahead to join Eskel in the squashy chair. Everyone else has already found seats around the fireplace, Priscilla cuddled up against Jaskier and Yen and Ciri sharing a couch and Aiden lounging on the hearth-rug with his head in Keira’s lap. They all have mugs of mulled wine and contented expressions, and Geralt looks around the room and thinks that Ciri, bless the girl, could not have brought him a better gift than this:

His family, together, happy.

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Can you please do a fic where there is angst and smut like scenario, Natasha is always busy with work and always ignoring R which lead them into an big argument and nat got a little bit carried away and slap R but then she realized what she has done and want to show R how much she loves her

Lately

Pairings: Intersex Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader

Warnings: Angst, cunnilingus, one tiny slap, idk, small? Mentions of Natasha having a dick

Word count: 2.2k

11:45.

11:45 was the time your girlfriend entered the city apartment. The atmosphere was dim and moody as all the lights had been turned off, except for the TV that illuminated the room with a random show in the background. As she entered, Natasha carefully placed her computer bag on the floor and slipped off her shoes before proceeding to the living room. She scanned the area, searching for a trace of your presence on the inviting white couches.

Not being able to find you Natasha finds the Tv remote and stops the show that's playing.

With a faint sigh escaping her lips, she takes a few steps down the dimly lit hallway, her heart pulsing with a mix of hope and trepidation. As she approaches the entrance to your shared bedroom, she can't help but wonder if you'll be there, awaiting her arrival with open arms. Natasha slowly turned the doorknob to the side to see your sleeping body on the mattress, a smile engulfing her face as she watched your body move up and down slowly.

She was happy to see you still in the bed. Your relationship had been rocky for the past two weeks. It took a toll on both of you in the long run.

Natasha made her way to the closet to change out of her uncomfortable work clothes. She opted for a comfortable compression shirt and cozy sweatpants. She returned to the bed and noticed that you were already resting peacefully. She quietly crawled into bed beside you, wrapping her arms around your warm body. The feeling of your presence gave her a sense of comfort and security that she desperately needed. These small moments of closeness were what she cherished most about being with you.

As you gradually stirred from your slumber a few hours later, you instinctively turned to your side and noticed the vacant space on your bed, prompting you to groan in disappointment. you quickly got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom to begin your morning routine. You meticulously brushed your teeth and hair, feeling revitalized and refreshed. Splashing some cold water on your face, you headed out of the room to try and find Natasha.

After a couple minutes of trying to find her, you see her in the home gym she designed for you two. She was wearing a White wife beater and blue Nike tracksuit pants. Natasha was doing pushups with the workout video displayed on the Tv in the room.

You slowly enter the room, pushing the transparent door open and looking down at her.

"Where were you last night." You ask her, with a serious tone, not being happy with her at the moment.

"Oh, I was still at work. Fury gave me more paperwork to do as soon as I was packing to go home. I'm so sorry baby." She replies, looking back at where you were and standing up to go and hug you.

You scoot back from the hug and look up at her face. "Natasha, i'm always so sick of you never being here. You know it affects me too, right?" You ask her, your eyes tearing up because you missed her so much.

"Yes- I know that y/n. it affects me too, you're not the only one getting hurt by it." Natasha responds back to you, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes.

"You know, why are we even fighting right now y/n? It's 8:37 in the fucking morning y/n. 8:37!" She says to you, walking away to go take the weights off of the barbell she was using.

"I don't know Natasha - maybe it's because I miss my girlfriend, but she's never here when I need her the most." You say back to her, covering your face with your hands and letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Well, I honestly don't know what the fuck you want me to do y/n. Do you wanna go talk to fury for me? Tell him to cut back my fucking hours at work? Huh?" She asks, anger building up in her voice as she drops the weight, she was holding to look at you.

"Are you even listening to me right now Natasha!?" You tell her, a small smile coming over your face as you were in disbelief with what she was saying.

"Are you even listening to me y/n? I love you and I do want to spend time with you, I do. I just - don't know what you want me to fucking do." She yells back at you, walking a little closer to your body and standing infront of you.

"It's not that hard to do what i'm asking Natasha. To spend time with me? Okay yes, maybe I do want you to come home early one day. What's wrong with that? You're literally gone for so many days of the week and i'm always here wondering about how you are, if you're okay, worrying over you. And then when you do come home, I never get to see you - spend time with you! It's not fair Natasha." You yell back out to her, tears falling down from your eyes now.

"And you know what Nat-"

You were cut off when you felt a stinging sensation come over your face. Your hand immediately going to touch the skin that had been touched.

"What the fuck Natasha." You tell her, your eyes widening as you looked up at her once more. The skin now turning red from where her hand made impact.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. Please I'm sorry." She says before bringing you close to her body. Her eyes watering up thinking of what she just did. You didn't hug her back, you couldn't.

"No Natasha what the actual fuck is wrong with you?" You ask her as you walk away to the door.

"Wait-Where are you going y/n? Please, I'm sorry y/n."

"I'm gonna go stay at Wanda's for a few days Natasha." As you spoke to her, tears streamed down your face and you had to pause to catch your breath between each word. Leaving the gym to go pack a bag.

Natasha stood still in the now quiet gym, her mind consumed with thoughts about the recent events that had just transpired. The weight of her actions seemed to weigh heavily upon her heart, and a solitary tear trickled down her cheek. She never intended to cause any harm to you, and the realization of what she had done filled her with disgust and remorse.

You on the other hand got a random bag you found in your shared closet and threw some clothes In there. You already texted Wanda about what had happened between you and Natasha. Once you were done packing you immediately left through the front door, grabbing the car keys off of the accent table and unlocking the car.

After the incident with Natasha, you sat in the car, completely motionless. Tears flowed down your face, and you couldn't help but feel hurt by her actions. Although you knew she didn't mean to hurt you, you couldn't understand why she acted the way she did. Being around her at that moment was an unsettling experience, and you couldn't shake off the feeling.

"Shh, it's okay y/n. I promise." Wanda tells you, holding you close as you cry in her arms.

"I-I just don't understand Wanda!" You seem to convey to her, lifting your head to meet her gaze. Your eyes are swollen and discolored due to the extensive amount of crying you have gone through.

"I think she really is sorry y/n. She keeps on texting you and trying to call you. I know Natasha would never want to hurt you on purpose, y/n/n."

"I know, I know. I don't know what to say to her after that."

"Well, stay here for a couple hours, huh? We can watch some movies and order some, okay? But you have to talk to her y/n.

After quiet contemplation, you slowly and carefully shift your weight, gently lifting yourself off Wanda's body. As she rises from her bed calmly, she extends a compassionate hand towards you, guiding you towards her bathroom. She helps you delicately wash your face, ridding it of any traces of stubborn, dried mascara that stubbornly clung to your delicate skin.

-

"Feeling better?" She asks you, playing with your hair on the couch.

"Mhm. I'm gonna start heading out Wands." You tell her, shifting from your comfy position on her couch.

"You want me to walk you out?"

"No, it's okay; thank you so much, Wanda. I'll text you later.

"Of course, Y/n. It's gonna be okay, I swear.

As you leave Wanda's house, you lower your head and take a slow stride toward your vehicle. The memory of Natasha invades your thoughts, causing a wave of longing to wash over you. You can't help but admit that you miss her dearly, despite the difficulty in comprehending her actions.

As you approach the entrance of your shared apartment, you can feel your heart rate increase as nervousness courses through your body. Your gaze shifts down towards your phone, noting the time displayed: 9:34. As you unlock the screen, you are greeted with a barrage of missed calls and messages from Natasha, causing your attention to shift towards the digital notification center.

With a heavy sigh, you inhale deeply before grasping the key that had unlocked the door and stepping inside. As soon as you entered, you noticed Natasha sitting at the bar, her delicate frame perched on a high stool. Her hands were clasped on her head as if deep in thought, and she looked up as soon as she sensed your presence.

"Y/n?" She asks to you. Her face was filled with red. You could tell that she had been crying a lot.

You remained silent, your body motionless in the hallway.

"I, I'm so sorry y/n. Please."Natasha approached you with a hint of distress in her demeanor. Her arms wrapped around your frame as she drew nearer, seeking comfort and solace. In response, your arms naturally embraced her, offering a reassuring and supportive presence.

"Please y/n."

"I know it was an accident, Natasha; it's okay, Nat, I forgive you."

You perceive the sound of Natasha's sniffles and experience a dampness on your shoulder caused by her tears.

"I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you, baby, please." Natasha continues to weep inconsolably while you offer a comforting embrace. Your gentle touch caresses her back in soothing circular motions, providing a sense of relief from her emotional pain.

"Natasha, you're crying in my arms right now."

"N-no, please."

Before you can respond Natasha starts kissing up your neck. A low moan escapes your mouth.

"Nat."

She quickly drops to her knees and pulls down your sweatpants. She kisses up your thighs, her fingers making their way to your clothed clit. Rubbing the sensitive muscle slowly.

"Please let me show you how much I love you. Please y/n."

"Mmm-okay..." You tell her, Natasha takes that as her sign and pulls down your lace panties. You were already soaking wet. A grunt leaves Natasha's mouth as she moves her face to your cunt. She sticks her tongue out for a second before licking your folds. One of her hands returns to your clit and starts rubbing again, this time faster.

"Natasha!" You moan out, your hands coming to meet her head. Taking a hand full of red hair and pushing her closer to your cunt. Natasha lets a small whine and pushes her nose beneath the hood of your clit. She shakes her head left and right, moaning at how you taste.

She starts to move her hips back and forth, humping the air. Her cock grows each time she hears one of your pretty moans. The hand holding your thigh moves down to her loose boxers. She quickly grabs her cock and moves her hand up and down, wanting to release it whenever you do.

"Feels so good, Nat, mm!" Your head was thrown back as your hands gripped her hair harder.

"Could e-eat you out all day."

"Fuck! Natasha, I'm so close." You moan out to her, her finger stimulating your clit moves even faster. Her head moves closer to your cunt. Her grunts and groans add to your stimulation.

She's lost in eating your pussy. Her hips move faster, and so does her hand, a sign that she's also close.

"Gonna cum!" Your hips buck into her face. The finger on your clit moves to your hips to keep them stable. Natasha's hand moves faster and faster in her boxers. Loud grunts leave her mouth as she looks up at you, your face contorted in pleasure.

With one more guttural moan, you come undone on Natasha's tongue. A whine erupts from her mouth as she shoots her cum in her boxers simultaneously with you.

She pulls her face away from your cunt. The bottom half of her face is filled with your juices. Her full face is covered in red. The silent room is filled with your loud breaths.

"Fuck, come here."