#what message are we sending to little girls by them that if they ever dare get too good at what they do theyll be scrutinised as degenerate

[onlyfangz]

girls can do anything until they do it too well, then theyre a man.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

“MEN”.

tangerine x reader — angst? with comfort

summary. you go out for girls’ night. the evening gets cut short when you bump into some guys. you no longer feel safe, so you make a call to your boyfriend

had this idea in the shower, no further questions

word count. 1139

warnings. the guys say derogatory things about reader but no description is given

Tonight was girls' night, a simple date between you and your friends designed to catch up. You had been looking forward to it for weeks, but you never expected it to be such a shitshow.

Every step of the way, things were going wrong: delays getting into the bar, difficulties finding a decent table, the bar running low on drinks - just everything as if it were an indicator to go home.

When Tangerine —your boyfriend— dropped you off, he told you he was only a phone call away - anything you needed, he'd be there. You liked to think you didn't need him to come to your rescue, but as you stood at the bar beside a group of loud, boisterous guys, you remained clutched onto your phone - your thumb almost hovering over your boyfriend's caller ID.

You were fetching your drink while your friends held down the table - covering your chair to stop unwelcomed guests from joining. You peer over to them, meeting their smiles with one of your own - it was like a little confidence push. You drop your phone into your bag as you place your drink order with the bartender.

Out of the corner of your view, you see one of the guys staring - his intense gaze making you uneasy. But you try to brush it off, doing your best to ignore the increase of glances from the men beside you.

You begin to hear talking over the music next to you, the guys' voices muttering amongst each other. You didn't want to listen to what they were saying, but it was almost impossible not to with their rowdy volume.

You uncomfortably squirm as you listen to them, picking up on the demeaning and derogatory things they are saying about you. You always thought you'd be one to stand up to comments like these, but nothing can ever prepare you for what it feels like in the moment. You're almost stuck in fear with no words to help aid you.

You continue to overhear their vile comments, doing everything you can not to let them know how much they're getting to you. You tap your card on the reader to pay for your drink and take the glass from the bartender, making your way back over to your friends.

The moment you sit, they could tell something was wrong - repeatedly questioning the saddened expression on your face. Your eyes unknowingly give it away, your gaze flicking over to the group of guys.

"Do you want to get out of here, babe?" one of them asks, voice gentle.

"Yeah," you reply, your demeanour far less confident than when you left your group.

"Let's go," the other says, her hand reaching for yours - comforting you. "We can get something to eat instead."

"I think I'd prefer pizza anyway," another adds - also trying to comfort you.

You nod and smile softly between your friends. You reach into your bag and pull out your phone to text Tangerine. You send him a quick 'please can you pick us up?' to which he responds almost instantly - telling you he'd be five minutes and for you to wait inside.

Within a few, short minutes, you get a text from your boyfriend, his message letting you know he's outside. You and your friends collect your things and make your way to the exit - not daring to look back at the guys at the bar.

"You okay?" Tangerine asks you, looking at you through the open window of the passenger seat - immediately noticing your visible sadness.

You nod faintly and pull open the door, sitting in the front while your friends get in the back.

But he's not satisfied with your lack of answer, so he looks up at the rearview mirror, talking to your friends in the back seats. "What happened in there?"

"Men," one of them says casually. "They were slimy."

"Slimy?" Tangerine repeats, turning to look at you. "Slimy, how?"

You shake your head, shrugging softly upon his questioning.

"What did they do?" he asks, tone cautious, his brows beginning to furrow. "Did they touch you?"

Your friends go quiet, almost blending in with the background, allowing you and Tan a moment of privacy.

"Just said gross things," you admit, looking down at your hands in your lap.

"What did they say?" he questions, voice worried. He cranes his neck to look at you, trying to get you into talking. "What did they say, love?" he asks again, placing a warm, comforting hand on your knee.

"I don't really want to talk about it," you speak faintly, your gaze focused on your lap.

"What did they look like?" he asks, rubbing over your knee. "Are they still in there?"

"I don't remember," you lie. You knew what Tangerine meant by that question, but you felt so embarrassed by the whole night that all you wanted to do was write it off - forget about it completely. "I didn't get a good look."

His head cocks to the side, a harsh exhale falling passed his lips. "Where were they? Are they at a table, at the bar?" he questions, moving his hand from your leg - reaching for the buckle on his seatbelt. "I can just ask around if you don't want to tell me— what about you lot?" he asks, looking back at your friends once again through the rearview. "What did they look like?"

Your friends pause, not knowing what to do. They didn't want to betray you by answering, but they also didn't want the men to get away scot-free. Luckily, you speak up before they get a chance to.

"Can we just go home?" you ask, turning to look at your lover. "I just want to forget about it."

Usually, Tangerine would press you until he got the outcome he wanted, but the look on your face told him all he needed to know - you didn't need him to fight for you, but instead, you needed him to comfort you. So with a gentle, understanding nod, he plugs his seatbelt back in, pushing off his thoughts of violence.

"Alright," he says, placing his hand back over your knee - reaching for your hand. "I'll drop it."

You turn to smile at him and envelop your hand in his. "Thank you."

He returns your smile with a faint one of his own, silently reassuring you.

And so he pulls away from the kerb, merging onto the road to head back to his house - taking you all there so you can enjoy some delivered pizzas and crappy reality tv to forget about the night. His hand clutched onto yours over the gearstick, holding you close in silence - your friends in the back, chatting amongst themselves.

reader's friends are proper girls girls and I love it

[jynxpsiche]

Not Tangerine already planning on fathering reader's baby as his won, cause hey, the baby also has blue eyes so he can totally pass of as their son.

Also imagine if the real dad ever shows up and tries come back into the baby's life and Tangerine is all conflicted cause he loves the kid as if it's his own son :/

OH MY GOD THANK U SO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! LITERALLY CHEF KISS! We love a jealous Tangerine <3

Unwanted texts

💌. Summary: unanswered texts from her, lead Tangerine to meet someone he already despised…

or

…Tangerine meets the baby’s biological father for the first time.

💌. Warning: SWEARING. LIKE A LOT! Jealous Tangerine, female reader, canon gore. English is not my first language! I don’t know many British slangs!

X

c’mon babe

I just wanna meet the baby

be there for them, y’know?

pls answer me

It’s been already a couple of days and sometimes, during different hours of the day and night, your phone would ding with notifications…from him.

Your ex boyfriend.

The biological father of your precious baby.

The whole situation pissed you off. Firstly, when he found out about your pregnancy, he decided to leave without an explanation and leave you alone. Then he had the nerve to message you after god knows how many years.

It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous.

But obviously you couldn’t ask for any type of help from Tangerine.

He was quite the protective type, especially if the main cause was a shitty ex-boyfriend.

Surely he would have gone feral if he found out about your ex’s sudden texts. That’s why you decided to keep the thing for yourself and just…ghost him.

But who would have known that you would end up calming down a rather irate Tangerine?

However, it’s important to start from the beginning.

It was a day off for Tan, which meant that he would have spent the entire day with you and his little one. But since it was still too early to get up, for now he simply drank in your warmth and cuddled your body closer to his, without waking you up.

The curly man was affectionate only with his girl and his baby, neither to his brother he showed this side of his. He wasn’t ashamed of it, he just had a reputation to defend.

His chin was placed on your head while you were all nuzzled in the crook of his neck. His strong and bulky arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to leave. Not that you wanted to.

Only your soft breaths echoed through the room. But the peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the ping of a notification. The sound made him grimace, but not waking up from his slumber.

Then another ping, closely followed by another and another one.

Now Tangerine was fully awake, his half-closed eyes glaring at the device on your nightstand. When he noticed no more ding’s came from your phone, he softly pecked your forehead before trying to fall asleep again.

But then again. A new message.

Groaning softly, Tan lifted himself from the bed, before pecking your forehead again and assured that you didn’t wake up.

He was not standing on your side of the bed, the device on your nightstand calling for him to check what had interrupted his sleep.

With a furrowed and irritated expression, Tangerine unlocked your phone, noticing new messages unopened. They had been sent just a couple of minutes ago.

He quickly glanced at your sleeping figure, a strange feeling bubbling in his chest. His expression furrowed more when he saw the contact’s name. X.

Who the fuck was that?

But he surely was took by anger when he read the multiple messages he sent you.

He wasn’t only a dickhead, but he was also the biological father of his son.

His bloodshot eyes read every line and every word of every message he dared to sent you. His fingers gradually tightening their grip around the device.

The another ding. Another message.

X

I know ur reading the texts

ur online

u finally have the courage to read what I’ve been sending you

u stopped ghosting me huh?

God you’re such a bitch sometimes…

His vision darkened at the last text he sent, nostrils fuming with rage.

X

I want to see the kid

Meet me here

Xx xx xx, xx

“Tan? You good?” Your sleepy and raspy voice reached his ears and immediately he turned towards you, his furious expression never leaving his face.

You noticed, of course. Slowly you rose from your spot on the comfy bed and lazily dragged herself up to his tense figure, wrapping her delicate arms around his waist.

A soft kiss on his back.

“What is making you so tense?” You whispered against his skin, your hands gently rubbing his sides. Tan slightly crocked his head in your direction, his brows still furrowed. A sigh left his lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He instead asked with a low tone laced with rage. “Why did you hide it from me?” His tone showed how he strongly demanded an answer.

“I could have handle it. I simply didn’t answer his texts to show him how an insignificant being like him should be six feet under. To show him how he was a nobody to me anymore.” Your tone was flat, laced with venom, finally expressing all your suppressed rage.

His expression immediately softened at your words, his brows relaxing and the wrinkles on his forehead disappearing. The tails of his mouth slightly raised in an almost visible smile.

But you noticed it.

When he turned in your direction, his hands on your waist, his lips left a soft peck on your forehead. His face was calm and so close to yours.

“I’m goin’ to take care of him. Don’ worry.” He whispered, his soothing voice sending you in a sleepy mood. A light yawn left your mouth. He chuckled at your reaction.

“Now go to sleep love.”

After you fell into another peaceful but deep slumber, Tangerine got to work.

With Lem’s help (after calling him for twenty minuets straight, the poor man was sleeping) he managed to find the phone location and so the location of the fucker.

It was now 3:45 am and Tan was alone in a desert neighbourhood. Silence was his only company at the moment.

He stood still in front of an apartment complex, his eyes fixed on a specific window while the cigarette in his hand slowly burnt.

With a flick he tossed the small nicotine stick and put it out with a stomp of his foot. His lips were curled into an annoyed curl.

Silently, he climbed the fire escape with big steps and in a blink of an eye his shadow was printed in front of the covered window, blinds hiding the inside.

But a faint light from behind them immediately caught his attention, a sadistic grin creeping on his moustache.

His hand grabbed the gun from his pocket and he shot the window’s lock, allowing him to access to the apartment.

Frantic, disconnected noises echoed from inside. Tangerine knew the fucker heard him.

Only when he entered he was met with a younger, dull man, his face pale and his eyes wide from fear. “Who…who the fuck are you?!” He half shouted, his voice cracking a bit.

The man wanted to show his composure so bad, show him how collected and tough he was. But in reality, he was shitting in his pants.

With great strides, Tangerine approached the trembling man, his pistol clearly visible. “‘s not important, is it? Wha’ is important is why you fuckin’ harassing my love with your insipid messages.” He spat out in a hard tone, his rigid stare piercing the man’s soul.

The man’s eyes frantically wandered around, he is searching something to defend himself thought Tan. Quick pants from the man often broke the silence in the room.

He took a step back, his hands shaking uncontrollably. His body language was visibly betraying him. “Just…the fuck you want from me?!” He continued in a fake authoritative voice.

Tangerine held his face high, communicating how he was in control. Slowly his arm raised and he pointed the gun in the man’s forehead.

“I want you to delete her number, to forget about her and the baby and to never contact her again.” He stated with calm rage. His tone extremely sharp.

When the man was the pistol pointed at his head, his confident mask fell, his eyes filled with tears and his still standing posture crouched on himself. Shamelessly he nodded his head at every request, his voice dead in the back of his throat.

Suddenly, Tangerine shot the man in the leg and he stumbled back. A cry came out from his mouth.

“This’s your last warnin’.”

[kiarastromboli]

Teach me 3 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part. 1. Part.2

Masterlist.

Warning: angst, argument ?

Summary: After being summoned by her principal for what she did with Chris, Y/N sees things take a completely different turn. Unintentionally, Chris will not make it any easier for her, pushing her to make a choice that is more than painful for their mutual well-being.

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A week had passed since the incident in the locker room with Chris.

After being summoned, the principal decided to suspend both Chris and me from school for two weeks.

If only that was the end of it…

After the meeting, my parents demanded a serious discussion at home.

“Y/n, I’m trying to keep my calm, but what the hell is this story?”

“This is not how we raised you. What kind of girl sleeps with a guy in her high school locker room?”

“Your behavior is disappointing, Y/n. I expected better from you.”

“For how long did you hide this little adventure with that asshole from us?”

“Do you realize how irresponsible you’ve been? Do you think universities will appreciate seeing this on your school record?”

“Believe me, you won’t see that boy again, Y/n. I’ll make sure you never see him again.”

It was mainly my father speaking, as usual. My mother just cried, casting disdainful glances at me, as if I had ruined our lives with my actions.

As always, it wasn’t about me, but about them. I was their daughter, but I wasn’t really myself. All my life, I had been just their daughter, nothing more. The one time I allowed myself to be me, I ended up making an unforgivable mistake in their eyes.

I was not allowed to go out, and I hadn’t seen my phone since then, so no way to communicate with Chris about what happened.

I felt so guilty for leaving him in the dark like this. Chris knew my parents were strict, but I had never dared to tell him how much.

I wasn’t even allowed to break up with my boyfriend as I wanted; my father took care of sending him a message, making it clear that if he dared to approach me, he’d be in trouble.

It was the first time in my life that I was punished, and the first time I saw my parents so disappointed in me. To be honest, I was disappointed in myself. What had possessed me to do that? What did I hope to achieve?

I hoped to one day be more than just their daughter, seriously, Y/n?

My days consisted of crying, staring at my bedroom ceiling, and rereading the same books over and over. Maybe that’s all I deserved after what I did.

And maybe it was better for Chris too. He and I could never have worked; we could never have hidden this relationship indefinitely, and my parents would never have accepted me being with him.

He loved a girl who didn’t even have the right to exist, and how selfish I was to trust that “we” could ever exist one day.

I had to let him go, even if it broke my heart. I knew that by staying with him, I condemned us to a catastrophic end, and it eventually happened.

It was now 2 a.m., and I was lying in my bed doing nothing. Sleep had abandoned me a long time ago.

Every night when the lights went out, the only thing I could think about was how much I had disappointed my parents, and it haunted me.

*knock knock knock*

I panicked and sat up in bed when I heard the familiar sound at my window.

*knock knock knock*

I knew it was him, but what was I supposed to do?

*knock knock knock*

Oh my God, if he keeps this up, he’ll wake up my parents. I have no choice.

I got up to open the window for him, and he immediately entered, almost pushing me without waiting for my approval.

“Chris, what the hell?!” I said, surprised, as he stumbled towards my desk.

He looked in bad shape, with huge dark circles, disheveled hair, red eyes, and the smell of alcohol.

“My beautiful baby,” he said, placing his hand on my cheek and smiling.

“Chris, have you been drinking?” I asked, concerned, before going to lock my door.

“I missed you so much, Y/n,” he said, sitting on my bed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I sighed.

“Why didn’t you answer any of my messages, baby? What did i do wrong?” he said, looking up at me.

“Chris, you have to leave. You can’t stay here,” I told him, sighing.

“I’m not going anywhere until you answer me,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Oh God, please, I’m serious. If my parents find you here, they’ll kill me. It’s not a joke!” I told him, getting annoyed.

“Y/n, I don’t care about your parents. This is about us!” he said, standing up.

“But what ‘us’ are you talking about, Chris? There’s no ‘us’ anymore!” I replied, feeling tears welling up.

"Y/n, you can't do this to me; I just went through the toughest week of my life without you," he said, breaking down.

"Y/n, look at me, look at the state I end up in without you; I need you," he said, hitting his chest.

I was simply helpless before his speech; it killed me to see him so distressed, and it broke my heart not to be able to do more to help him.

"Look at how pathetic I am without you," he said, grabbing my hand.

"Chris, you have to leave now," I said, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.

"You can't give me the best moments of my life and take everything away like this overnight without giving me an explanation, Y/n. I'm sorry for what happened in the locker room; let me make it up to you," he said, getting upset.

I didn't know what to say; honestly, I wanted to tell him how much I missed him, but I had to let him go. The state he had just put himself in because of me was proof enough that this relationship was not good for him, and that's not what I wanted for him.

"Y/n, we'll find a solution, but you have to explain me the problem if you want us to get through this. I know you're not telling me everything, baby, talk to me," he said, locking his eyes with mine and placing his hands on my cheeks.

And I cracked. I cracked when I saw hope in his eyes, when I saw how much he wanted it to work. It was what I wanted too, but it led to nothing.

It would have been selfish of me to tell him how much I loved him, how much I wanted us to find a solution because I knew I had condemned myself. I knew that by giving him the slightest hope, I risked breaking him even more than I already had.

"Don't make things more complicated, please. I can't do this, Chris, go away," I said, crying.

"Baby, tell me what's wrong," he said in a trembling voice.

"My parents don't want me to see you anymore," I confessed, hoping he would understand, but I knew he wouldn't give up that easily.

"And is that the only problem? Y/n, if that's all, we can continue to see each other secretly. I swear I don't mind; they won't know anything! If that's what we have to do to stay together, then I'm ready to do it, ready for anything. But please, Y/n, don't end everything like this, I beg you," he said desperately.

"No, you don't understand. It will never work. What kind of couple hides their relationship from the world, Chris? You deserve better than that," I told him, shaking my head and stepping back.

"But it's you I want, Y/n. I climbed to your window, and it's with you that I want to spend the rest of my days," he said, advancing toward me.

His words were like shards of glass stabbing into my heart. As long as they remained, I knew the blood wouldn't flow, but I also knew I had to tear them out to heal.

"No, you're just drunk, and you don't mean any of what you're saying," I said, shaking my head and trying to hold back the tears.

"I'll tell you all this again tomorrow when I'm sober, and I'll tell you every day of my life if I have to. But, Y/n, please, I need you; I can't do it without you," he said, a tear running down his cheek.

I stood there, staring at him, crying, and he took me in his arms.

And I felt those same shards pierce my heart again because of the comfort I could find in his arms. I wished to die there, die in his arms.

"I'll fix everything, Y/n, I promise. Let me fix everything for you," he said, stroking my head, and my heart was never heavier than at that moment.

I cried so much I had trouble breathing; I couldn't stop. I was in his arms, and I knew it was probably the last time.

"Y/n, I love you; don't let me down," he said in a weak voice, and I left his arms.

I looked at him with tear-filled eyes; I wanted to scream that I loved him too, but I couldn't. So I closed my eyes and screamed it in my head without letting the sound escape my mouth.

He looked at me confused, and I bit my lip to stop my sobs.

"Y/n, please," he said, sighing.

I shook my head, and he started to move towards me, but before he reached me, I told him everything.

I had to tell him the truth if I wanted him to understand, even though I knew it meant stabbing him in the heart.

"My parents are sending me to another school, Chris," I said in one go.

"What?" he said, confused, stopping.

"They don't trust me anymore. They're sending me to a private school on the other side of the country," I told him, trying not to cry.

He took a step back, completely disoriented when he heard that.

He sat down on my bed and ran his hand over his face, letting out a few sobs that broke my heart.

He had just realized the situation; he had just realized it was hopeless.

I stood there, watching him realize what I had just told him, and it was horrible, but at least now he knew it was over for good.

"It's okay," he said, wiping his tears and getting up. "We'll find a solution, Y/n. I'll come to see you."

"No, Chris," I said, crying.

"Yes, I'll fix it. I'll sort this out," he said, pacing back and forth.

"Chris please..." I sighed.

"I'll just set aside some money to come and see you," he continued, completely in denial.

"Chris-" I said, with a weak voice, still crying.

He lifted his head towards me and immediately came to wipe away my tears. "Don't cry, baby, it's okay, it's not a big deal."

"You have to let me go," I replied in a voice so weak that I almost doubted he heard it.

"No, Y/N, we just got together, stop saying such things," he said with a fake laugh, trying to conceal his sobs before placing his hand on my cheek.

"Chris, you have to let me go," I said, placing my hand on his cheek with a reassuring smile to show him that it would be okay.

"No," he said, letting a few tears fall. "Y/N, I'll handle this, I promise. I'll do it for us," he continued, wiping his tears and placing his other hand on my cheek. "I'll fix it."

"There's no 'us' anymore, Chris; it's over," I said.

"So what, you're going to give up at the first problem?" he said, raising his voice.

"You're just going to throw everything away just because your parents don't want you with me?" he said, getting upset.

"Y/n, fight for us, for me... for yourself," he said, desperate.

I wanted to answer him, but I had nothing left to say; it was too hard. It hurt too much to see him break his heart over me like this.

"I'm ready to fight for you, and you're giving up just to please your parents, seriously, Y/n, damn it," he said, cracking.

He placed his hands back on my cheeks, "You're not going to let your parents separate us, baby, I-," he started before I cut him off.

It was too much for me; I couldn't continue to stand there listening to him beg me to fight for him when I couldn't.

"It's over, please go now," I said, removing his hands from my face.

"You don't mean it, Y/n; you can't even say it properly. You don't want it to end; I told you we'd find a solution," he said, getting frustrated.

I closed my eyes before taking a deep breath; I felt like I was suffocating.

"Y/n, if you want me to leave, look me in the eyes and tell me clearly," he said, clenching his jaw.

I opened my eyes and tried with all my might to hold back my tears.

I tried to contain all my pain; it was so unfair. Why didn't he just let me go? Why did he have to ask me to fight? Why did he keep pushing me to keep hope?

I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice; I had to tear the bandage off at once if I wanted Chris to be happy one day without me.

"Chris, it's over; I want us to separate i don’t love you anymore. This relationship is doomed to fail; go, please," I said in a harsh tone without looking away from him.

And I could almost hear his heart shatter in his chest.

I was dying to tell him that I didn't mean a word of it, but I didn't have the right to condemn him in this relationship.

He turned around and started walking towards my window, and before leaving, he looked at me one last time, his eyes shining with tears.

He was waiting for me to stop him, to grab him by the shirt and kiss him like the first night he climbed through that window.

He was waiting for me to crack like all the other times and tell him everything would be okay.

But this time, it wasn't the case, and when he realized that, he went through my window and left.

I collapsed on the floor; I had just put an end to the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me.

I had just broken my heart and the heart of the man I love the most.

All this would never have happened if I hadn't kissed him that night.

If I hadn't let him into my room and into my heart.

I was convinced that love stories like ours never died like in books; I thought things would eventually work out, and a solution would come to us unexpectedly.

But life is a heartless bitch ready to rip your heart out when you least expect it.

The next week, I found myself packing my bags to leave Boston for good. Chris never climbed back through my window, and I deleted his number from my phone, hoping he would eventually find someone with whom he would have a happy ending.

We were just an anomaly in the system of lines that were supposed to remain parallel but ours ended up crashing into each other.

We consumed each other without knowing that this story had an expiration date, and I pay the price every day waking up far from him.

I pay the price every time I see something that reminds me of him.

A lacrosse jersey, a half-open window, a soda can—absolutely everything brought me back to him.

And I continued to search for a piece of him in every new person I met.

Even though I lost him, my love for him will never fade. Every day, I pray for my day to end quickly so I can find him every night in my dreams.

To the boy who made me realize how good love could feel.

And how painful it could be too.

Masterlist.

[helpme695]

When you feel comfortable, could you write general relationship headcanons for samarie x reader?

Sure thing hun! You're my first ever hg so I'm kinda worried </3 hope it considered acceptable for you!

You were raised with Marina and samaria as a childhood friend's. Despite the other kids loved to hang out and play with you, you were drawn to these two. You always stand up for them, especially samaria. A quiet girl who has nothing but you and Marina, you would sometimes push her out of her shell and make sure she doesn't miss out too much fun. She felt so safe around you and would rumble for hours nonstop, not caring about the world.

With growing up, The Triad gett their own life, still meet up sometimes. You noticed your childhood friends start to change drastically. Marina became more distance, would answer you she's busy learning and studying some kind of "art". While samaria, you swear that every time you see her, she becomes more pale, more insecure , and more obsessed with Marina. You didn't like any of their changes, but you still loved them.

Samaria would talk to you and hoping to pull out any news about her crush. You found it cute at first, but not anymore. when she tells you she desires to watch her sleeping body every night, knowing her every little move, tell you things that are not supposed to be known or said. You didn't even know half of this information and have no idea where she got it. It started to affect your relationship.

And as much as you hate to come off rude to her, you had to pull her out of this mindset, for the sake of her and Marina.

In one evening while you two talking, she started to mention Marina. You placed your hands in her shoulders.

"Samaria...enough. I need you to snap out of- this. Your obsesses is not ok at all. It's won't bring you or to us any good."

She stared into your eyes, looking for any kind of playfulness, maybe it's a joke, a cruel one.. but no. It's a genuine concern. She almost felt she was betrayed. how dare you? She opened her heart to you all these years, and now you want to control her like a damn puppet?

Her eyebrows shaped into anger, but the more she looked into your face, an old dear friend face. Who had faith and trust in her, She felt sceptical. Overwhelmed.

She took your hands off her and looked away in silence. Not daring to look at you. She wants to hate you, despise you. But she can't bring herself to it. It so wrong.

Since that evening. She decided particularly cut you off. She knows you want the best for her, but you'd never understand until you experienced that yourself. You should be lucky She didn't beat you to unconscious right then.

You tried to reach out to her, almost looked like she vanished from the city if you didn't see her walking in hurry at random 2:43 am Saturday nights. You would send her message constantly asking about her well-being and talk about things she might like. She read them, She likes them. But never really sent you anything to you, and would tear any letters related to her obsession.

Sometime later, you would see random stuff at your window; small rocks... sticks... even a coin! You find out it was a crow throwing them at your window. You never got a conformed an answer, but like to believe she's the one who sent this crow. (You hated how loud it caws near you, though)

Years passed, and Mariana mother's death was heard. So you wanted to keep company with her despite resistance.

You had no idea what kind of hell await you.

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The last person you wanted to see in this cursed place is her. And she can say the same thing about you

She was devastated when Marina told her she had no idea who is she. You didn't believe your ears and tried to help her to recognise her old "best friend" but no avail

You tried to comfort her, but her delusion was too far. She won't listen to anything you say

If you and your group decide to fight her. She wouldn't dare to hurt you nor Marina.

You had nothing weird going on in your life, till now. She's pity you. She feels you shouldn't have become friends with such people. And you think about that too.

And thaaaaaaaat's it <3 that's what I have in mind currently. Didn't like to swing or add too many ideas or unconfirmed stuff. It's not that great, and I understand that, any criticism is welcomed :)

See u later pookies <3 🩶

[scarletwinterxx]

glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's - dad Mark lee scenario

hi! this one is a request and honestly I missed dad Mark too so here you goooo. hope you like it!! 💛😊

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

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(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

It's a bit earlier than the usual time Mark drives back home. It was less hectic at the office today so he decided to call it a day and come back home to his wife and kids, surely his favorite part of the day.

When he enters your home, he can already smell something cooking in the kitchen. Probably a new batch of cookies since he knows you love baking.

Walking towards the delicious scent, he sees you standing in the middle of the kitchen with your cute red apron with hearts all over it and all over his eyes. This right here is the life he has always dreamed of, he thinks quietly to himself how he's the luckiest guy on the Earth to have married a woman like you. He must've done something so right in his past life.

Sensing another presence in the kitchen, you look over the doorway to see your husband with this animated look in his eyes. A look you've memorized through the years.

"You're home early" you tell him, he walks towards you giving you a hug from behind. Molding himself behind you, with two kids running around Mark makes sure to savor these rare moments when it's just the two of you.

"Missed you too much" he mumbles, burying his head on the crook of your neck. He then pepper kisses all over the side of your face, the shell of your ears, stopping to rest his lips against your head while he still holds you in his arms.

"Where's the kids?" he asks, the living room was empty when he entered and he knows the two kids are already done with school.

"In their playroom, I should check on them in a bit it's too quiet" you joke

"I'll do it, you finish up here. I'll go check on the kids and change" he gives you another kiss on the cheek before breaking away.

He then makes his way down the hall to where the playroom is, just when he was about to open the door he heard a scream from the inside.

In an instant, his protective instincts kick in. Throwing the door open, ready to fight whatever or whoever dared to scare his children but he only saw his two little humans in there.

"Daddy!" Minjee says the moment her eyes land on her dad, running towards him to hug his legs.

"What is going on in here?" he looks around the room, checking to see if everything's alright then looking at his oldest for an explanation.

"We were just coloring" Minjung mumbles, Mark knew that wasn't the end of the story so he asks his daughter

"Minjee?"

"Oppa broke my glitter pen" she cries

"I didn't! I wanted to use it for my drawing but she wouldn't let me use it!" the 8 year old retorts. In the middle of the commotion, Mark didn't notice you approaching.

"What's happening here?" you ask, standing behind Mark before entering the room. This time Mark leans down to pick Minjee up while Minjung turns to you,

"Minjee didn't want to share" he frowns while he tells on his sister, "Did you ask nicely before you took it?" you asked calmly

"Yes" the young boy replies, you then turn to the little girl in your husbands arm. She knew it was the only place no one would ever dare to harm her, even you. Mark is Minjee's protector.

"Minjee? Did you not want to share with your brother?" you ask

"But I wanted to use it" she grumbles

"Yes, love. I know but were you using it when Minjung asked if he could use it? He did ask you first before taking it"

"No" again the little girl mumbles, looking down on her fingers currently playing with her father's buttons

You share a look with your husband before signaling for him to put Minjee down, at first Mark was hesitant but he followed your command anyways. His kids might have him wrapped around their fingers but at the end of the day he's most scared of you.

"Minjee, come here baby. Will you say sorry to your brother? It's not nice. Minjung you apologize also for taking the pen, next time you wait until she finishes then you ask again nicely. I don't like it when you two fight" you tell the two kids, both of them looking at you with glassy eyes.

"Sorry" Minjee mumbles, looking over at her brother

"Me too, I'm sorry" the older one says, holding out the pen to her which she gladly takes. "Good, thank you to the both of you for listening to mom. Now why don't you clean up before we eat dinner? I made cookies" you smile at the two, giving them each a kiss on the head.

The youngest one already running out the room to clean, nothing gets her going more than the promise of dessert.

Meanwhile, the oldest Lee sibling stays behind catching your attention.

"Mommy, is it okay if I get glitter pens too? Dad got it for Minjee last time. I wanted some too to color my drawings" he asks you, immediately you felt bad. You didn't mean to make your son feel left out, and you're sure that wasn't Mark's intention either.

"Of course, love. We can get you some" you tell him, ruffling his hair

"And I'm sorry for being a bad brother, you always tell me to be nice to Minjee because she's my sister" he says, looking over at you then at his dad still standing by the door. This made Mark walk towards the two of you, crouching down until he was eye to eye with his son

"You're not a bad brother, siblings fight sometimes but that doesn't make you a bad one. We know you didn't mean it. And I'm sorry too, how about we go to the craft store this weekend to get you some supplies?" Mark asks him with a small smile, feeling bad and trying to make it up to his son

"Really? Can Minjee come too? She loves it there" that made the two of you smile, Minjung always taking care of his sister.

"Sure buddy, whatever you want. Now, before you go can dad have a hug?" Minjung grins before running straight to his father's arms, looking at your two boys you're sure your heart is about to burst

"Hey, don't leave me out" you tell them, the two boys turn to you before embracing you.

Once dinner was done and the two kids are tucked away in bed, Mark waits for you in the bedroom while you finish you nighttime routine. When you slide on the mattress next to him, immediately he pulls you to his side.

"Long day?" you ask him, a lazy smile on your face while you brush the few strands of hair falling on his eyes

"Kinda, and to think you do this everyday. God, you are amazing" he tells you before giving you a kiss. When the two of you broke apart, he just stares at you,

"You think Minjung's okay?" he asks

"What do you mean?"

"The thing with the pens? I really didn't think about it, I just thought Minjee would love it. I don't want him to think we have favorites" he tells your worries, nights like this are his favorites. When he gets to talk about his day with you, to say every worry every thought to his other half.

"No, he doesn't think that way. We love them both just as much"

"Mhm, it's okay for our kids to have favorites but we can't" he jokes, "What are you talking about?"

"Clearly Minjung likes you now more than me, I'm starting to get jealous. We used to spend more time together"

"Silly, he loves you just as much"

"Na uh, he likes you more. He told me so when I jokingly asked him, believe me I was silent the way home" he tells you, making you laugh.

"If I'm Minjung's favorite then you're Minjee's, but what's new. She's always been a daddy's girl"

And Mark wears that badge with honor. Minjee will always be his little princess. Of course he loves both of his children equally.

"Okay then one's a mommy's boy and the other one is a daddy's girl" he says

"Yea apparently, but we love them both" you mumble, burying your head on the crook of his neck.

"Yea" he breaths out

"Years later it's still unfair how I carried them for nine months only for them to look like you, down the habits" you tell your husband.

The kids are old enough for Mark to finally stop denying it and say otherwise, his two kids are his carbon copies without a doubt. But you love it.

"You love us" he tells you, hugging you even closer until you're completely laying on top of him

"You know how we can solve that?" Mark asks with this new twinkle is his eyes, a cheeky smile on his lips

"And what do you suggest, Mr. Lee?"

You feel his arms snake around your waist before he flips the two of you over, this time he's the on top.

"What if we make another one?" he whisper, dipping his head down to kiss the shell of your ear then down the hollow of your neck. Already, you're putty under him. Like he knows just how to put you under his spell and make you do his bidding.

"And have another version of you?" you asks, voice sounding more breathy. He smirks against your skin, his mind already imagining you pregnant with his child again. This was enough to lit a fire in him.

You continued before pulling him for a kiss "Sounds like a dream to me"

[maximoffcarter]

I dare you to.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot, Olivia Benson x Amanda Rollins.

Summary: The return of Casey Novak and Alexandra Cabot was definitely a surprise to everyone, but it also brought back that light that the squad needed. Olivia, Amanda, Casey and Alex became pretty close to the point where they started having girls night. Is a dare enough to bring Casey and Alex together?

A/n: This was requested by @saurgaeee so this is specially dedicated for her and I gotta thank her cause she keeps giving me all these ideas that I love writing🫢 She keeps my writing era going🫶🏻 This is situated between s12-s13, and yes...I had to make Liv and Mandy a couple cause I love them so. If you got any requests, send them my way, I'll try to deliver them to you, don't be shy to message me or leave a comment! Enjoy and leave your comments, reblogs, hearts, whatever you'd like, will be very much appreciated🫶🏻

*not my gifs*

The return of Casey Novak and Alexandra Cabot was definitely a surprise to everyone, even more after the whole ordeal of finding a new permanent ADA and ending up with people that didn’t stick to the team for long. There had been so many changes that at some point they felt a bit lost on what was going on in the precinct. New detectives joined, another ADA stopped by every single new case, it was a mess. So when both Casey and Alex came back, there was a light that was brought back to the squad, hearing the great news that they’d be sharing cases and helping each other out. Soon enough, the squad became close, both Casey and Alex now joined them for drinks after tough cases or after they won a case, either way, the squad was stronger than ever.

After the new of Olivia and Amanda dating, they became really close with Casey and Alex, being the only women that were part of the squad, somehow they became closer and at some point, girls night became a thing. It was a bit silly for Casey and Alex, even for Olivia, but Amanda encouraged them to keep it going, saying that it was a way to distract themselves from the daily workload and the cases they had to endure every single day, and she was not wrong, it helped as a distraction, it was fun, though they hated to admit it out loud. At some point they started not only meeting for drinks, but also for dinner and at some point they ended up going to Amanda’s house for dinners, board games and drinks; yes, they all had fun the first time, so they kept it going.

Olivia and Elliot were questioning a possible suspect, while Casey and Amanda stood in front of the window watching them work. The suspect was known for having flirting with every possible woman that stood in front of him, which of course Olivia had offered to go inside to play his games and try to get something, any possible information that could help them with the case. Amanda only laughed whenever he seemed to think he was being smart and he was getting all the attention, but in reality Olivia was getting him where she wanted.

“I bet you that Elliot is going to lose his mind in the next 3 minutes.” Amanda grinned as she looked at Casey.

Casey chuckled. “Elliot can last a bit longer. Liv is getting him to talk. Just a little more, and we have what we need.”

“C’mon, Case. You know Elliot. He’ll lose it.” Amanda looked back at them and shook her head.

“What do you bet?” Casey raised her brow and looked at Amanda.

Amanda looked back at Casey and grinned. “If he pins him against the wall in the next 5 minutes, tomorrow’s movie is gonna be a scary one. And not only a horror…but a horror that involves dolls.”

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Could you be any more childish, Rollins?” She smiled.

“Afraid to lose, Novak?”

Casey sighed as she nodded, looking back at them. “Fine.”

They both stared back at them, not even 2 minutes later, the suspect tried to touch Olivia and Elliot stopped him by grabbing him by his collar and pinning him against the wall, soon enough being pulled away by Amaro and Fin, trying to get Elliot out of the room. Amanda looked at Casey with a playful smirk and shrugged. Casey rolled her eyes again and grabbed her briefcase, walking out of the room followed by Amanda.

Olivia walked to her desk as she sighed and looked back at Casey and Amanda. “Is that enough?”

Casey nodded. “I could build a case with what he said, there is no way he’s getting out of this.”

Olivia nodded. “Good.” She then looked at her girlfriend and furrowed her brows. “What you smirking at?”

Amanda shrugged. “We’re watching a horror movie, tomorrow.” She grinned. “With scary dolls in it.” She looked back at Casey.

Olivia looked back at Casey. “I thought you hated-“

“Don’t even.” Casey sighed as she looked back at Amanda. “Guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She offered a fake smile and then started to walk away.

“Don’t forget to tell Cabot!” Amanda yelled as she laughed.

“You really like to get on their nerves, don’t you?” Olivia grinned as she looked at Amanda.

“Oh, c’mon Liv. We need an excuse to get these together. What better than a horror movie?” Amanda winked.

“You do know that Alex is gonna come for you.”

“She’ll come to thank me.” Amanda smiled.

Olivia sighed as she kissed her forehead. “You’re going down yourself.” She chuckled as she sat on her desk.

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Alex groaned as she took off her glasses, putting them in front of her and rubbing her face softly, feeling the stress getting to her. She had been working on this case for a while now, she was still going over notes and evidence, but if she didn’t make a deal, she was afraid that she’d lose this case. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, putting back her glasses on and diving into the file again. But just in time, Casey knocked on her door and suddenly all that stress was vanishing away. She had never said it out loud, and she didn’t think she’d ever say it, but Alex had had the biggest crush on Casey ever since she came back for her own case, sitting in Casey’s office and talking to her had been the highlight of her day -if not her whole year-. Even if Alex was nervous and stressed about being back in courtroom and not exactly doing the questions but answering them, Casey definitely knew how to make her feel relaxed and got a laugh or two, making Alex feel less like a victim. After that day, she wished to see Casey again, but she had to leave again so she never saw her again. Until she decided to come back to SVU and not long after, Casey came back too. Now with the two back, they more time together, working on cases together, helping each other out and then they started hanging out at bars and going for lunch and that’s where their friendship became stronger, and even if Alex wanted to be more than friends, she’d accept having Casey in her life no matter what.

“Case, thought you’d be with the squad.” Alex smiled.

Casey scoffed as she sat down and stretched her legs, groaning softly. “Yeah, well. I’m done over there, we got what we needed.” She sighed. “We have girls night tomorrow. Movie night.”

Alex chuckled. “You look so excited about it.” She raised her brow.

“Kinda lost a bet to Rollins. We’re watching a horror movie.” Casey shrugged.

“A horror movie doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It does when it involves dolls. You know I hate them.”

Alex raised her brow but this time, a serious look on her face. “Oh. Well…you don’t have to watch it, Casey. We can just agree on another movie.”

“I’m not a sore loser, I can do it.”

“Casey…you’ll have nightmares.” Alex chuckled softly.

“I’ll be fine, Cabot. I got this.” Casey smiled. “So, should we leave together after work?”

Alex cleared her throat as she nodded. “Yes, sure.” She smiled.

“Remember to bring comfy clothes.” Casey winked at her as she stood up. “Lunch?” She said as she walked to the door and turned to confirm with Alex.

“I-I’ll be done in 20.”

“Good, meet you in the elevator.” Casey smiled softly and then left the office.

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“Casey, you cannot close your eyes at all, understood?” Amanda raised her brow as she looked at Casey, turning off the lights.

Casey raised her hands. “That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“You gotta watch the whole movie, or there’ll a punishment!” Amanda sat between Olivia’s legs and chuckled softly, Olivia wrapping her arms around her.

Casey rolled her eyes as she moved back on the couch, crossing her arms and shrugging. “Fine.”

Alex looked at Amanda and Olivia and raised her brow. “Do we really have to watch this?” She grabbed the bowl of popcorn and handed it to Casey, sitting down beside her.

“Alex, it’s fine. A bet is a bet. I’m no loser.” Casey offered a small smile as she grabbed some popcorn.

Alex nodded softly as she smiled, looking at Casey. “Got it.” She then turned to look at Amanda and Olivia and shook her head before looking at the TV.

Olivia leaned down and whispered in Amanda’s ear. “Told you Alex would come for you.” Amanda shrugged and pressed play.

The movie started off calmly, the four of them getting into the movie. About half way through the movie, a room full of toys was shown, and in some parts of the room, there were those dolls that Casey hated so much. She knew it was a silly fear, it was even childish if she thought about it, but her whole life she had been so scared of those dolls who seemed to have real eyes, it was like they were staring into her soul whenever she saw one. What was the point of making a doll look so real? It was a toy after all. Casey took a deep breath and tried to hold onto the popcorn bowl, trying so hard not to put it in front of her face to over her eyes, she felt herself starting to feel a bit anxious as the camera focused more on the dolls, but before she could do anything else or even think of doing something, she suddenly felt a pair of hands covering her eyes. She jumped slightly but then turned to look at Alex who offered a soft smile.

Alex leaned in and whispered in Casey’s ear. “Amanda never said anything about someone else covering your eyes. You didn’t ask for me to do so.” She grinned as she moved back to her spot but still stayed close to Casey.

Casey blushed softly as she looked at Alex, smiling as she grabbed a handful of popcorn and moved her head back to look at the TV once Alex’s hand moved away, signaling that there were no more dolls for now. Amanda noticed this and looked back at Olvia, and then back at Casey and Alex. She then cleared her throat and said out loud that she’d get more snacks and drinks and for Olivia to help her out, literally dragging her to the kitchen.

“That’s so unfair!” Amanda whispered yelled as she looked at Olivia. “Can’t you say something about it?”

Olivia chuckled as she shook her head. “Oh, no way. I’d like to stay on Alex’s good side, thank you very much.”

“I hate you.”

Olivia chuckled as she kissed her forehead. “No, you don’t. You love me.” She smiled. “And I’ve told you before, dare Casey to confess her feelings for Alex. That’s what you get for not listening.”

“Are you kidding? Casey would kill me, I can’t do that!” Amanda sighed as she looked at the living room.

“Then you’ll just have to accept that this is happening and in no way you’re gonna tell Alex to stop.” Olivia chuckled. “You’re afraid of Alex.”

“I’m not, she’s really nice but…I know she’d definitely kill me if I say something to her, so I guess I’ll just accept this.” Amanda sighed as she walked to the fridge to grab some drinks for the four of them.

Once they walked back to the living room, they noticed that Casey had fallen asleep and not only that, but she had fallen asleep against Alex who now had her arms wrapped around her and her hand holding Casey’s head against her chest. Alex looked up at both women and if stares could kill, they were sure they’d be dead by now. Alex’s stare was always so intimidating, they’d literally do anything that Alex said just so they were safe. They sat back down in silence and continued watching the movie, until it was actually over. Amanda looked back at Alex and cleared her throat, trying to talk as quietly as possible.

“Well…movie is done.” Amanda offered a shy smile.

Alex sighed softly. “I cannot believe both of you thought it was a good idea. Knowing perfectly Casey hates those dolls. She could have nightmares.” She whispered softly, making sure Casey was still asleep.

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea. It was all Amanda.” Olivia said in her defense, getting a slap on her arm.

“Traitor.” Amanda furrowed her brows as she looked at Olivia.

Olivia looked back at Alex and sighed. “Plus, you should be thanking her because you have Casey in your arms.” She grinned softly.

Alex blushed and tried to look away, but her eyes landed back on Casey. “I…I’m not sure what you mean, I-“

“Alex. We know you have feelings for Casey. You have heart eyes whenever she’s around. Why would you try to deny it? Just tell her already.” Amanda shrugged as she smiled.

Alex stared at her with a deadly look in her eyes. “Shut up.” She whispered/yelled.

“All we’re saying, Alex, is that you should tell her, that’s it.” Olivia grinned as she got up to turn the lights back on.

Casey took a deep breath and stretched, groaning softly as she opened her eyes. She looked up to figure out she was leaning over Alex and blushed slightly, sitting back down. “Sorry.” She whispered as she smiled.

Alex cleared her throat, suddenly feeling warm at the sound of Casey’s sleepy voice, it was raspier than her actual voice. “No worries, slept well?”

“I did.” Casey smiled as she looked back at Amanda and Olivia. “Movie’s over?” She grinned.

Amanda rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, glad you got through it. Not doing that again.”

Casey chuckled softly, looking down at her watch. “We should probably go. I have arraignments in the morning.”

Alex nodded. “Agree.”

After helping them clean up a bit, grabbing their stuff and saying their goodbyes, both women left the building and got into Casey’s car. Alex loved whenever she got into Casey’s car and she just watched her drive, she felt so at ease and she enjoyed the silence between them, just the two of them. They finally got to Alex’s building and even if Alex insisted for Casey to stay in the car, Casey insisted on walking her to her apartment. They both shared some laughs while in the elevator as Alex told her Amanda’s face when she figured out that Alex was covering her eyes, Casey fascinated as she watched Alex laughing.

“Did she say anything to you?” Casey chuckled as she looked at Alex, walking down the hall to Alex’s apartment.

“No, she wouldn’t dare.” Alex raised her brow as she looked back at Casey once they were in front of her door.

Casey sighed as she smiled. “Thank you, for protecting me from evil dolls.” She chuckled.

“My pleasure.” Alex smiled.

Casey nibbled on her lip as she looked into Alex’s blue eyes, a faint smiling showing on her face. “How about dinner tomorrow?” She smiled. “Just the two of us.”

Alex’s heart fluttered as she stared into green eyes, a shy smile on her face. “I’d like that, actually.”

Casey nodded. “We can leave after work. My treat by the way, I’m the one inviting you.” She smirked.

“Fair enough. Looking forward to it.”

Casey smiled. “Me too.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, neither of them wanting to move, and then Casey wetted her lips before she leaned in and kissed Alex’s lips softly. Alex gasped softly against her lips, her hands slowly moving to Casey’s neck to pull her closer. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was enough for both of them to feel their bodies getting warm and the usual butterflies they felt whenever they were together. Both smiled against each other’s lips and pulled away slowly. Alex smiled softly as she stroked Casey’s cheeks, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“See you at work.” Alex whispered softly.

Casey only nodded before she grabbed Alex’s hand and kissed the back of it, making her way back to the elevator. “Oh, by the way.” She turned to look at Alex and smirked. “I have feelings for you too, if…that wasn’t clear by now.” She winked at her before she disappeared.

Alex stood there at her door, mouth gaped in surprise. She huffed a chuckle as she shook her head, getting her keys to open the door. “She was awake.” She whispered softly as she chuckled again and walked into her apartment.

[kanekoii]

We have yandere krisis and yandere xsoleil but what about them with a yandere reader too? (Yandere x yandere basically) 🫨🐩🏄‍♂️🗜️🪬

lyra’s notes -> oughh you a genius anon (written backstage lmao cuz it’s showtime now DA DA DUBIDUBI DU-)

pairings -> yandere! krisis, xsoliel x yandere! gn! reader

genre -> scenario, a little angst

song -> stalk me - 6arelyhuman, bayymack & pixel hood

warnings -> yandere obv, some parts are pretty violent, strong language, if you’re sensitive to violence or blood mentions just don’t read this

YU Q WILSON ->

you share the same interests, so it almost becomes a bonding activity. he’ll be more than happy to dispose of the people in either of your lives together once he finds out you’re just like him. any method possible is perfect. it’s a date with him to go threaten and frame anyone who got too close to either of you. the prettiest of flowers bloom in the bloodiest of soil, i suppose. he’ll send you love letters masterfully penned with what you could only assume was blood flowing out of a fountain pen. to anyone else, it would be horrifying and disgusting. though, to you, it was romantic and beautiful. the kind of thing that might make another person vomit made you swoon.

VANTACROW BRINGER ->

he’s a superhero, so you can bet this gives you quite a few targets. none of his obsessive admirers are safe, fuck he’ll even kill them himself. he’s just helping make your work a little more efficient, that’s all. soon, everyone will know about the hero whose admirers keep disappearing and how nobody knows who’s behind their mangled bodies appearing in the streets. no one would ever suspect that him and his own darling would be behind it, so it’s such a rush of adrenaline every time. blades with your initials and a heart carved into them were used to mangle your shared victims as an act of intimacy.

VEZALIUS BANDAGE ->

oughh. i been waiting for this one. he’ll teach you all about anatomy and how to efficiently dispose of someone as soon as he finds out your mutual hobby. he finds it so romantic that you’d do the same for the people around him as he would to you, leaving what seemed like the both of you as the only people in the world. it’s ever so romantic to him that you would do the same that he would for you in that you would quite literally kill for him willingly.

HEX HAYWIRE ->

i’ve changed my mind and decided he’s more psychological than physical with how he makes you his. he’ll gladly keep you on his lap while he sends messages to people on his devices, encouraging them to cut you off entirely and stop talking to you and you’ll do the same for him. he, like the others, sees it as a bonding activity and an excuse to show how much he loves you. if the both of you will encourage each other’s loved ones to ignore you, then he’ll be the only person in the world who mattered to you and vice versa. he stalks as a form of love and affection, keeping tabs on all your socials. if a guy or girl or anything in between compliments one of your pictures, he’ll see to it personally that they’re blocked and their accounts are terminated.

MELOCO KYORAN ->

when you kiss the smears of blood on her face and hands, she is in heaven. kiss and lick the blood off and she’ll do the same for you. if anyone had ever even dared to try fighting back, their blood would be used in a love letter written by her. meloco would gladly take a hot bath with you to wash off the blood on both of your bodies. her umbrella has a blade hidden in it just in case she needs to use it to ward away the people around you. sometimes she wears it openly on her person just to threaten. it’s a sign of pride to the girl, being able to show her weapon of choice openly shown just to send the message that she won’t hesitate to slice anyone who dares talk to you for too long.

VER VERMILLION ->

sweet boy. he finds your obsession attractive when it comes to romance. you’re absolutely obsessed with each other to the point where he’d kill anyone for you. kill his emotions and his own personality, a sense of his own “self” if you didn’t like his personality anymore. he’d remain ver vermillion, just with a vastly different personality and outlook on life. as long as you were happy, he could learn to be happy too. happy as his friends disappear and he’s left with only you, the thing he had learned to live for in the first place.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE ->

you and him would become known as the couple who would quite literally kill for each other. you’d be on the run together like the modern fucking bonnie and clyde, anyone who gets in your way won’t see the light again and the last thing they’ll see are the faces of the two lovers. maybe it’s a problem that doppio finds you extremely attractive when your cute face and body are splattered with an innocent’s blood, but he doesn’t care one bit as he licks the blood off your cheek (sorry this one got real weird just know i’m writing this super late at night so i’m a little unhinged)

KOTOKA TORAHIME ->

she’s a little too oblivious to realize you’re just like her unless you tell her outright. as soon as you tell her though, the girl’s love for you will increase tenfold. she didn’t even know it was possible to love you even more than she already did, but knowing you’re just as dedicated to her as she is to you makes her heart flutter. the knowledge that her friends and family are both literally and figuratively being cut from her by you will never fail to make her swoon and her heart flutter.

[waratah-moon]

Super Like 3 • Eddie Munson

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

I'm in love with modern!twitch streamer Eddie...

The first date

Parkway Flea Market, Indianapolis

Liked by eddiethebanished, yourfriend and 163 others yourusername They didn't have any Dio 😢

eddiethebanished So mad. At least they had Kool & The Gang. ↳ yourusername Now if anyone ever asks to hear Get Down On It I can tell them I have it on vinyl

yourfriend Love the new ring ↳ yourusername It was a present 🥰

2 months in...

Liked by lucas.sinclair, yourfriend and 14,752 others eddiethebanished She's coming for my job

yourusername Yes can I finally stream the Sims 4 on your channel? ↳ madmax I'll watch ↳ dustin_h Might finally get some good content

eddiefan Dude please don't let your girlfriend stream. Girls can't game. ↳ eddiethebanished wtf are you 12? Go to bed dude.

3 months in...

Liked by robs_buckley, eddiethebanished and 194 others yourinstagram You know you're down bad when you start doing arts and crafts

yourfriend This is too cute 🥺 ↳ yourusername We're sickening 🥺

eddiethebanished Love keeping a piece of you in my pocket 💖 ↳ dustin_h You're such a sap ↳ eddiethebanished Shut up dustybuns

5 months in...

Hawkins, Indiana

Liked by yourfriend, robs_buckley and 20,472 others eddiethebanished Took my girl back to my hometown for the weekend and showed her the one sight.

steve.harrington So you took her to Lover's Lake? ↳ eddiethebanished Skull Rock actually. Then Lover's Lake. Then your mom's house ↳ steve.harrington Jokes on you my mom moved to Florida. ↳ eddiethebanished I knew joking about your parents would end up being too sad, sorry bro. I'll call you later. ↳ steve.harrington I'd actually really appreciate that.

dustin_h It was so good to finally meet you yourusername ↳ yourusername You too dustin_h I love the campaign you wrote!

8 months in...

Liked by yourfriend, yourotherfriend and 210 others yourusername Asked him to learn some Harry Styles... still waiting.

mikewheeler I still have the video of when he played 5 Seconds of Summer at Steve's birthday ↳ steve.harrington I remember that! He rocked She Looks So Perfect ↳ yourusername omg please send it to me ↳ eddiethebanished Don't you dare ↳ mikewheeler Check your messages

10 months in...

Liked by robs_buckley, nancywheeler and 54,920 others eddiethebanished smoking hot date

robs_buckley I thought you were quitting! ↳ yourinstagram I'm trying!!! ↳ eddiethebanished She's doing better than me.

nancywheeler We need a girls night soon xx robs_buckley yourinstagram ↳ yourinstagram Text me next time you're in town! ↳ robs_buckley I second this!

eddiefan your girlfriend is hot

1 year in...

Liked by steve.harrington, willthewise and 3,458 others yourusername My golden retriever gamer boy ❤️ I'll tell you all the sappy shit in person so Dustin can't make fun of us. Love you Eds.

eddiethebanished Love you more than life itself baby girl ❤️ ↳ Liked by yourusername

dustin_h You guys are actually very cute, but thanks for keeping the sap level to a minimum. ↳ Liked by yourusername and eddiethebanished

robs_buckley I want what you have 🥺 ↳ yourinstagram I keep telling you I have the perfect person for you ↳ robs_buckley Fiiiiiiiiiiine. Set it up. ↳ yourinstagram YES

1 year and couple months in...

Liked by steve.harrington, mikewheeler and 129,327 others eddiethebanished I finally cracked over 1 million followers on twitch and enough subs to quit my day job and make a living playing video games. How batshit insane is that? Thank you to everyone who ever supported me, no matter how long you've been here... one day, since day one, thank you. I also couldn't have done it without my wonderful girlfriend, yourusername. Without you I would never have had the courage to turn this nerdy little passion into my dream job. Now on to the future, whatever that may hold. I hope you'll all join me for the ride.

yourusername So proud of you Eds. ↳ eddiethebanished Couldn't have done it without you.

dustin_h Absolutely insane dude! Congratulations. ↳ Liked by eddiethebanished

eddiefan Congratulations Eddie!

eddiefan Been subbed since the shitty battlestation, glad you've finally upgraded! ↳ Liked by eddiethebanished and yourusername

1 year and some months in...

Liked by robs_buckley, yourfriend and 174,294 others eddiethebanished You know she loves you when she does a 70s themed photoshoot for your shitty band's new album cover. Ps new music dropping soon corrodedcoffin 📸 filmbyjbyers

yourusername What can I say, I'm obsessed with the front man. ↳ Liked by eddiethebanished

filmbyjbyers The photos turned out great! ↳ Liked by eddiethebanished and yourinstagram

dustin_h Aw your band's not that shitty ↳ eddiethebanished thanks Dustin

eddiefan You're finally releasing a full length album? ↳ eddiethebanished Maaaaybe...

About 2 years in...

Liked by yourfriend, filmbyjbyers and 6759 others yourusername We saw Metallica live then got super drunk... also we're engaged!

robs_buckley Um excuse me? ↳ yourinstagram Surprise? I'm calling you now.

steve.harrington dustin_h Did you know this? ↳ dustin_h Eddie facetimed me at 3 in the morning so yeah I knew lol ↳ eddiethebanished Sorry man, but at least you found out first? ↳ dustin_h I'm so happy for you both I couldn't care less that you woke me up ❤️

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🎂 join my birthday week celebration! 🎂 < happening until 29/1/23 masterlist / send me a message 💌 / Steve's version

disclaimer! pinterest is full of white girls. I'm sorry but it's true. I tried to keep y/n as nondescript as possible but I'm just working with what I had. Sorry in advance if that offends anyone but this can be an exercise in imagination. - (not tagging my full tag list, just the people who commented on part 1 and 2… My tag list is reserved for full length fics!) @emma77645 @dylanmunson @bakugouswh0r3 @tlclick73

[time-bone-swap-au]

Time Bone Swap AU

A Hero is Born

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Bai He stared at the staff in her hand, she looked just as shocked as everyone else.

Bai He: M-Mom…?

Tang took Bai He behind him.

Tang: Pigsy! We gotta get outta here!

Tang didn’t know how or why Bai He has the power to hold the Monkey King’s staff, as far as he knew Bai He never had that much strength. Especially the strength strong enough to wield a 1700 pound Staff.

But he knew that was bad news…especially since THEY’RE IN THE DEMON BULL KING’S LAIR!

Red Son charged at them.

Red Son: I don’t know what’s going on here but I’m about to end it!

Bai He yelped, and just when things were getting better too!

Red Son: THAT STAFF IS MINE!

As he charged, dozens of Bull Clones came rushing behind him, the whole group tried to cover Bai He.

Bai He: AAAAHHHH! I just wanted to stream a Parkour Video!

In a flash and in her panic, Bai He raised the staff and swat it at Red Son, emanating a golden glow that pushed Red Son and his Bull army away.

Red Son screamed, his impact leaving a hole on the ground

Mei: Now!

The group rushed out of there, Bai He in tow, dodging the remaining Bull Clones and leaving from where they entered.

Mei: Wow Bai He! That was so COOL!

Mei spoke, hugging her best friend as she chuckled in nervousness.

Pigsy; No time for celebrations! We gotta get outta here!

Tang: But where?! They’ll find us soon enough!

The group panicked as they left through the sewage, closing the entrance with the same metal door.

Bai He had a plan.

Bai He: We have to return this to the Monkey King, he can’t seal the Demon Bull King away again without his staff!

Pigsy: What?!

It was no doubt crazy but if The Demon Bull King was real and he was sending a message to The Monkey King…

Bai He: We got to try! Besides, we aren’t equipped with fighting the Demon Bull King! I mean look at us!

Tang: He’s got a point Pigsy! Sure we have Sandy but look at him!

Sandy only stared at the group, momentarily stopping to hug his cat Mo. Bai He has only ever seen him in the photos behind Pigsy at the counter of his shop.

Bai He: Look, we don’t have time to argue! Let’s just go ahead and find the Monkey King!

Tang: The Monkey King lives in Flower Fruit Mountain Bai He! Where on earth is that even in?!

Sandy; Oh it’s right past the Flaming Mountains.

The group collectively looked at Sandy in shocked, gasping on how he knew such a fact.

Sandy: I mean…I pass by there a few times while having my own Underwater adventures!

Bai He: That’s more than enough, let’s go!

Though some were hesitant (Tang) they all collectively agreed, heading unto Sandy’s boat to travel to Flower Fruit Mountain.

When the Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan came back, they were not happy about the staff getting stolen.

But…

DBK: How was she able to lift the staff…?

PIF: Perhaps she was worthy?

DBK: That was a rumor Sun Wukong made up…she can’t have held the staff unless she had inhumane strength.

PIF: Don’t dwell on it too much my dear, I’ll have the Bull Clones bring back the staff in no time.

DBK: Hrrrgh…Centuries trapped in oblivion plotting my revenge…and all of it thwarted by A LITTLE THIEF?!

Red Son yelped, backing away from his father’s anger.

PIF: Come now darling…it’s not over yet…we will find the Gamer Girl and soon, the whole world will bend to your will.

DBK had his wife’s assurance, he knew his wife wouldn’t fail him, wouldn’t dare disappoint. But something was off…

This girl barely had any relation to Wukong as far as he was concerned, she only knew the myths from her ‘Mom’

And yet…

She seemed too familiar…

The group arrived in Flower Fruit Mountain, Bai He, Mei and Pigsy opting to travel the mountains on foot. The place is as everything suggests…flaming hot.

Lava sprouted from the ground, the whole place was as hot as a desert.

To think that this was caused by the Monkey King after he escaped the Trigraam Furnace.

Bai He: Wish we had Iron Fan’s fan right about now…Mom said Monkey King stole it in order to calm the mountains down and-

Mei: Bai He look out!

Bai He turned back as she heard the laughter coming from behind her.

PIF: Well well well, Aren’t you well versed in the Monkey King’s stories?

Immediately, Princess Iron Fang took the flames behind her, using her fan to aim it directly at the group. They stammered, panicking on where to go, eventually they dodged but just barely missed the fiery bullet.

Pigsy: Kids! Everyone okay?!

PIF chuckled evilly.

PIF: I’ll be taking that staff now…

Bai He: This staff doesn’t belong to you, it belongs to the Monkey King!

PIF: Oh you’re just a little girl playing and being a hero! Sorry to disappoint…playtime is over!

Bai He gripped the staff tight.

Bai He: Listen Lady, I don’t even know what this staff does! But I’m sure as heck not letting you take this thing!

Bai He: If you want it, you can pry it from my COLD. DEAD. HANDS!

At that moment, a small blue spark lit up against the staff. Bai He kept her grip firm. She felt a familiar rush or sensation consume her.

Now in many cases…she gained some of her father’s cowardice. Tang wasn’t known for charging things head on. Neither was she…

Yet somehow, this rush…this feeling of power…

It caused her to move her body in an instant and strike at Princess Iron Fan.

Pigsy: Kid! No!

But even that wasn’t enough, even with the staff on hand she did not have the skills the Monkey King had in order to fight.

Princess Iron Fan grabbed the staff the moment she struck it at her. Realizing her adrenaline rush too late, she tried to back off.

But Princess Iron Fang chuckled, she pushed Bai He far back causing her to scream in terror.

Mei: No! Bai He!

Mei tried to reach for Bai He, Pigsy pushing her back so she didn’t get hurt.

Pigsy: Mei! We got to go!

Pigsy spoke, grabbing Mei and placing her on his back.

He looked back for a moment at the direction Bai He was flung to.

Pigsy: Sorry kid…

With Mei in tow, Pigsy ran back to the ship, a small tear in his eye as he wondered what he’d tell Tang. He heard Princess Iron Fan’s call of victory.

PIF: At last! The full power of my beloved will be unleashed!

Princess Iron Fan teleported away…

In the boat, Tang frantically searched the waters in a panicked state.

Tang: No no no, she’s got to be here somewhere!

He spoke, almost hanging off the edge and falling down to the waters below.

Sandy: Tang please you’re going to fall…

Tang: My daughter is somewhere here! I’ll jump off if I have to!

Pigsy looked at Tang with concern in his eyes, he stared at Sandy who had the same expression on his face. He placed a reassuring hand on Tang’s shoulder.

Pigsy: Tang…she’s gone…

Tang: NO! She’s not- She’s here somewhere she’s gotta be!

Pigsy: Tang…there was nothing we could do…I’m sorry…

Tang: I should’ve went with her- At the very least I should’ve-!

Pigsy embraced Tang, patting him in the back as he sobbed for the loss of his child…Sandy gave him an embrace as well…hoping to comfort him.

Mei: Someone has to fight…

The three looked over to Mei as she said those words.

Pigsy: Mei?

Mei: That demon Bully is going to…

Mei: PAY!

Sandy: Well what are we waiting for?!

Sandy spoke, rather enthusiastic and trying to cheer the group up.

Sandy: Let’s go stop some Bad Guys!

The group gained a tremendous amount of hope, especially in the wake of Bai He’s sacrifice…

And though Princess Iron Fan had given the staff to DBK. There was still hope for this band of heroes. They will not let such sacrifice happen…

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???: Young Master, if I may…could you…QUIT PLAYING THOSE VIDEO GAMES FOR FIVE SECONDS! The city is under attack!

???: Uh-huh… It’s ‘she’ now by the way…

???: *Sigh* My lady…we really need to get going! The Demon Bull King has just returned from slumber!

The mysterious figure puts down his controller and looks at the man in the suit with a strange face.

???: The Demon Bull King?

???: Yes my lady…we cannot stay here any longer…we have to warn Sun Wukong.

???: May I remind you that Sun Wukong is in no mental state whatsoever to fight? You saw how he was during our last session.

???: Then…what do you propose we do?

???: For now, evacuate the people…

The mysterious figure saves his game files and turns off his TV.

???: They need their leaders at this moment of time.

???: Of course…my lady.

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Kinda short but I needed to update now…

[bitchinbarzal]

It just wasn’t our time | Q.Hughes | Bug’s World

when you decide to have another baby.

warning: this has mature themes to it of child loss.

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You had four kids, everyone of them came easy. You never experienced the struggle of conceiving.

So when you held a positive test in hand not a month after you’d decided to start trying you weren’t surprised.

You’d had a miscarriage scare once. You were twenty and scared. Quinn had flown back home from Seattle quicker than ever and his mom had been there too.

You weren’t a parent then, things were different. You only had yourself to think about, now you had four tiny little people to care for.

Quinn was in New York playing a week long roadie.

It started with cramping, you ignored it.

Then it was a sharp pain in your abdomen.

Then your jeans had red stains running down your leg.

You sighed, eyes scrunching together trying to hold off the tears you knew would come.

You stopped for a moment, leaning on the dining room table and held your right hand over your small hardly noticeable bump

“I promise you, we already love you. why’d you want to leave us so soon, eh?”

After a deep breath you walked ever so slowly up the stairs, into the shower to clean yourself.

You changed into something comfortable, sweatpants and a top not forgetting to put on a pad you had from your last birth.

You could hear the kids playing down the hallway together. You followed the noise to the play room and watched them for a moment before you said

“Hey my little loves, mommy’s gotta go do something so how about we get in the car so mom can take you to aunty Zara’s?”

Elias and Zara’s house was their favourite place, it was an easy persuasion.

You helped them out their coat and shoes on, sitting on the bench next to the door. No rush, not trying to scare the kids at all.

Bug observed your facial expressions, the little tweaks of pain in your face.

When you went to tie her shoes her two hands landed on your cheeks and pulled you up to look at her

“Mama okay?”

You smiled “I’m good, pretty girl. I love you baby”

“I love you mommy!” Her words caused the other 3 to announce similar things, your eyes watering at them all.

God, you loved your kids.

When you arrived at Zara’s, she opened the door with a quirked brow clearly not expecting you.

You urged the kids into before you looked at her and said in a hushed voice “I think I’m having a miscarriage right now, can you please watch them while I go to the hospital and then I’ll get my-“

“What? Of course, no go! go! Don’t you dare do anything else just go I’ve got this”

You smiled lightly and said “Please just don’t scare them, this is a normal day okay? I haven’t let on that somethings wrong” and turned to the car once again.

You don’t remember the drive to the hospital or the front desk woman putting you in a wheelchair. You instead woke up in the bed with a nurse checking on you.

“Hey, you’re up!”

“How long was i asleep?”

“only two hours, you lost a lot of blood we think that’s why” you nodded, shifting up the bed.

“Did i loose the baby?” The nurse paused and turned to you “I’m going to send in a doctor to discuss everything with you in a moment Mrs Hughes”

The doctor appeared soon after explaining a lot of medical terms you only heard

“I’m sorry, there’s no longer a heartbeat”

You picked the kids up just after midnight.

Zara didn’t speak to you, only hugging you tight and giving a reassuring smile.

When the kids were all in their beds, tucked in and mumbling their goodnights and I love you’s you got to work in tiding up the house as you would when the kids were in bed.

It was after one when you sat down in the darkness of your bedroom on the bed holding your phone in your shaky hand, taking a deep breath before you pressed call on your husbands number.

it went to voicemail, assuming he was still at the rink or had gone out post game you decided to leave a message.

“quinn… I lost the baby”

for the first time all day you allowed yourself to breakdown, to sob and cry. all of your emotions came spilling out at once you could hardly breathe.

“I, um I went to the hospital and I’m okay so you don’t have to come home I just- just thought you should know before you come back”

You hung up and plugged your phone in, wrapping the covers around you then snuggling further into the bedsheets.

It was then you saw a sliver of light appear from the doorway and a head poked in

“Mama sad?”

Bear’s eyes filled with worry as he entered the room followed by his big sister who looked equally as worried.

“No baby I’m okay, promise” you sniffed, moving over as the two climbed up onto your bed. They shuffled in under the duvet and cuddled into your arms.

You slept a little better knowing your babies were right there by your side.

When the morning came you weren’t woken by your alarm. Instead, you were woken by your husband pushing into the bed behind you.

He shushed you as you went to speak, pressing a single kiss behind your ear and whispering

“It just wasn’t our time, it’s gonna be okay. I love you”

it just wasn’t your time

[msfbgraves]

Daniel's CK fashion 'choices'

Got a lovely shoutout by @puella-peanut that I may or may not have written about Daniel LaRusso's Cobra Kai colour schemes, and honestly I couldn't tell you on my life but of course I have Thoughts on them...

First off the Doylist reason is that somehow, a story that completely hinged on Daniel LaRusso is not allowed to be about Daniel LaRusso, even if it only makes sense when supposed focal point character Johnny is obsessed, still, with Daniel LaRusso. There was less to Johnny to build off of originally because he wasn't the protagonist and apparently nothing interesting happened to him in the meantime, other than his non-relationship with Robby. That would make him pale a bit as a character of course. And CK could have pointed out that this is slightly weird because say what you want about Daniel and his obsession with father figures, he was not obsessed with Johnny Lawrence. Just wasn't. The glaring void of his Dad? Yes. His absolute same shutdown after Miyagi's death? Yes. Terry Silver, whose female version he married? Yes. But not Johnny Lawrence. By your own writing choices, CK. And apparently you couldn't think of anything to fill Johnny's life with but the glaring absence of purpose and a complete overreaction to seeing an old classmate on daytime tv.

Now how weird Johnny is for that could have made a good arc, Billy and Martin Kove really tried so hard to make it make sense, through Robby even, but you told them to be good boys and say their lines. And you're dressing Daniel down because otherwise he pulls focus. In his own saga! Who'd have thunk it.

Still, without him nothing in the show makes sense. Will Johnny ever admit that he has been in love with Daniel since that punk showed up in his life, but doesn't dare do anything about his attraction to men because Kreese nearly killed him for it? I don't think the writers sold the show that way to their networks, but well. And Kreese's delusions about Terry and Terry's dormant obsession with Daniel, that Kreese poked awake with a stick... well none of that is about Johnny anymore is it? Yes you put him there, which is funny since he is so brilliantly immune to Terry. It's funny, but nothing else! Are you surprised Daniel is more compelling if Johnny does so little introspection and we've simply seen more of Daniel?

Still to go back to what we do see, and the Watsonian reasons for why Daniel mutes himself.

He's trying to not be seen, which, as a spokesperson for a brand, isn't ideal.

Ever since he was sixteen, and had started dating, he could always get along with girls, hang out, flirt, date, dance... But guys got really weird and kept trying to kill him. Until Terry, who did away with all of that and simply decided he was going to fuck him right on that dojo mat. And I'm pretty sure he did, right after he taught Daniel how to break that dummy. And that ended horrifically but I do think it clicked for Daniel. Oh. Yeah, men want to fuck me. And I'm into that... but the problem is most of them try to kill me instead. Right. Shit. And as every woman alive knows - clothing, colouring, fit, hair, it all sends a message. If you want it, random guy, know that I'm not asking for it. Really. That's not what's going on. Well unless I'm trying to sell you cars but then I need you befuddled. But I can't look too good when I do that, even. I'm a slightly higher end car sales guy. Not even luxury. This is a family company. I want you to be charmed but stop yourself from being horny. You're not into a non threatening car sales guy, OK? I need you to tell yourself it's the car. Although when Amanda and Daniel do it together I'm sure no customer knows where their head is anymore.

And when there's no car to be sold? He dresses even further down. He's married. He's not trying to be available. Stop hitting him, hitting on him, doing both - unless he's into the people hitting him because what is a little karate between friends? Still it breaks my heart that here is a man that doesn't want to be alluring - his commercials are so idiotically bad - but still is constantly objectified, and used. Does he like his sales position? Does he like being a mechanic? He does remarkably little of either. He is literally a strawman enabling Amanda to run the business - he's deflecting the sexual harassment away from her, and mitigating the misogyny, but it looks like all these years of either being hit or hit on made him afraid of being seen and that may have stunted him. Forget repressing his feelings, he's always done that. Now he's repressing himself. Even the Miyagi Do presentation in S2(?) was only in shadows.

No wonder he keeps having these strange outbursts.

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 5 of ? - 18+

Hi guys!

This part is a little different and a little spicier (at least I hope it is) and I want to say sorry in advance if it's not good, because I rarely write this kind of scenes, but I thought they were important to the story. So I hope it will not be that bad, haha.

Warnings: language, 18+.

Taggs: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @21-century-tae, @melissa-anderson, @abiomens, @w743, @insanitywulf

Requests: OPEN.

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The next 3 weeks went by very quickly. Having to perform nearly every day, helping around with the merch and preparing the international tour were no easy tasks. But they kept me going and helped me forget what happened. Our manager changed the program of our band in Warped Tour, making sure I will not see Ben at all, which was very sweet of him.

We had fun parts as well, every band having a party in their bus from time to time. Tonight we were going to be the hosts, but thankfully the guys had the task to buy everything we needed. I was left to clean a little bit, even though the place will look even dirtier than it did before.

I took a little break when I heard the phone. It was a message from Ricky:

~ What time should I be there? Maybe you need an extra hand. ~

~ See you at 8. ~

That’s one thing that changed. Ricky and I got closer these past weeks. We helped each other to feel better and I think both of us did a good job. All I can say, Chris is a little jealous over our bonding.

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After a little chatting with our friends from Sleeping with Sirens, Black Veil Brides, All Time Low and many more, everyone wanted to play our favourite game: truth or dare with shots. Tonight I was glad to not be the only girl, as some of their girlfriends came to visit them. I usually have a drink or two before this game, to be ready for what it will come, which I did while Ricky was helping me.

The first one to go was Jack Barakat.

“Kellin, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Boring, but let’s see. Is it truth that you use lube to make your hair look greasy?”

Okay, so it was that kind of night. Seth chose dare and had to show us his favourite position, the twist was to show what the girl will do. Chris dared Alex to moan every time he had to say something for the entire game. Then it was Justin’s turn to ask me.

“Lexus, truth or dare?”

“I’ll say truth.”

“Between Andy and Chris, who would you choose to have a one night stand with?”

“Andy, of course. Chris is like my brother.”

After I answered, I saw that my glass was empty. The whisky bottle was closer to Ricky and when I was about to ask him for it, I saw his face. Furious will be an understanding. I took my phone out, planning to send him a message. When I was about to send it I heard him say:

“Continue without me, I’m going to smoke.”

That was odd, he liked this game. I sat there for a couple of minutes when I decided to go after him. Maybe his ex-girlfriend tried to contact him or something. I don’t know what could upset him this much.

He was not next to the bus, where I thought he would be. Looking around I spotted him at the exact same table where we shared our first moment.

“Ricky, are you okay?”

“Just leave me alone, go back inside.”

That was new and weird. I never thought he will ever speak like that to me.

“I won’t. I’ll stay here with you until you say what’s wrong.”

He started laughing. But it was not that kind of laugh when you hear something funny. It was a nervous one when you try not to let out what was inside.

“Let’s just say it’s my fault. I’m stupid and I should’ve not made a scene. It’s that alright for you?”

“It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Then go with Andy, maybe sleeping with him will make more sense.”

I was shocked. From everything I thought he will say, that was not on the list. The only question my brain could produce at that moment was:

“Are you jealous, Ricky?”

“Let’s just change the subject.”

“No, answer me. Now.”

He looked into my eyes, trying to find something in them. Maybe he was thinking of an answer, expecting to see my reaction in them before he would even say it.

“I like you, Lexus. Maybe I’m close to being in love with you, who knows? All I know for sure is that neither of us are ready for a relationship now.”

“Ricky… you are not the only one to feel this way.”

“It’s not a good idea and you know it. We will break each other’s heart.”

The silence took over our thoughts. What in reality were a couple of minutes of neither of us saying anything, felt like hours. Then I heard a small laugh escaping from his mouth.

“You know what stupid idea I had earlier? Maybe we can’t have a relationship, but we can have some fun together. I know what you’ll say, but…”

“Yes.” I interrupted him.

His eyes widened. I’m sure he thought I was joking and trying to make fun of him. But if that is the only way to get closer to him and to show him that we can be happily together, then so be it.

“Are you sure? I hope you know that means no strings attached, or love, or anything like that.”

“I know and I’m sure.”

He gave me one more look, making sure I was saying the truth. In the next second, I felt his lips on mine. He was kissing me like there was no tomorrow and I responded in the exact same way. We were both waiting for this for too long. We had to pull apart for a bit, to catch our breath. That’s when Ricky found the perfect timing for his next question.

“My bus is free. Do you want to go there for more… privacy?”

I didn’t expect it will happen that fast so all I did was to nod. He took my hand and lead the way.

“Look, if you do not feel comfortable now, we don’t have to do anything tonight. But we need to be careful, to keep this a secret.”

“I understand.”

A lot has happened in the past hour, so my answers were short and to the point. While we were walking to his bus, hand in hand, I was asking myself if this was actually a dream. On one hand it was a beautiful one, but on the other hand, not so great with having to keep it a secret and to “just have fun”.

Ricky opened the door for me, making sure there was no one around. After he got in, he decided to not waste anymore time. He pushed me to the wall and started to kiss me with such a passion that I’ve never experienced before. His hands wondered on my body carefully, knowing he didn’t have permission to do anything yet.

It felt so wrong but so right at the same time. He moved his lips to my neck and that’s when I realized how much I wanted him. I put my right hand on his cheek, guiding him to look me in the eyes.

“Stop teasing me, Ricky. I want you, now.”

“Are you sure?”

I pushed him on the couch to answer his question. When I took of my shirt he smirked and took my hand to pull me over him. He took care of my bra and I got his shirt off. Not having much control was not his style so he laid me down and he got on top of me. In a matter of seconds, we were both completely naked. While he was kissing down my neck, he pushed to fingers inside me.

“Now I can see how much you want this.”

It was at a slow pace, wanting me to beg for more. And that’s exactly what I did.

“Fuck me, Ricky. I can’t wait any longer.”

A moan escaped from my mouth when I felt him inside of me. This time he moved fast, making sure to hit the right spot every time. I tried to not make any noise but it was impossible, the pleasure took control over my body.

“Nobody can hear us. Scream my name as loud as you can.”

[bstick-2015]

The Overworked First

Part 2

And a mess it was indeed, because that first scene reading was the beginning of Angel’s way to disassociate even more without having to drink or take drugs. And away from Valentino, which was exactly what Cyn and Angel was doing at the moment. Cyn made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with the sexual side of the script, but that didn’t mean that Angel couldn’t use certain actions in the scripts to get just slightly close to the secretary. And Cyn had drawn a line to not let him get emotionally close enough to her. It was a transaction of sorts that didn’t lead to sexually explicit behavior from the bat demon who looked out of place really in hell. Not that Angel ever cared about looks when it came to his scene partners. Speaking of which…that was what the two had been doing, running it a few times and Angel had wanted just one more run before he had to act out the whole scene. She wasn’t bad at remembering lines and she seemed to be good at acting. Maybe she had a little bit of experience with disassociating from her own reality, especially since she was a secretary of Valentino’s and Vox’s. She had some nerves of steel to handle them both, really.

“Run it one more time before you get in the studio?” She asked, as she looked at the script, checking it to make sure that she wasn’t making repetitive mistakes that could harm Angel because of her own performance.

“Sure…how much time we got left?” He said as he laid on his bed in annoyance over the script. “Not that it matters…Travis fucking sucks with writing…” he growls in anger at the script in his hand.

“Why do you think I look through it before approving it and sending it to Val, dumbass.” Cyn smirked as she winked at him. “But I didn’t tell you that, I just have to stroke his ego and praise his scrawny little ass. Then the script is golden…” she snickers. “Because his scripts are fucking shitty. But I’m not perfect at it either, so sometimes it’s still shitty. I keep telling Val that we need an actual writer and editor, but what do I know? I’m just the help.” She quoted her last two words and rolled her eyes.

“Well, acting it out makes it a little less shitty, toots.” Angel said as he pat the side of his bed for her. “I can stand while you do the words. No kissing like usual, yeah?” He asked as he sat up and stretched, cracking his back slightly. “I need lighter and more smaller coworkers…doing it for hours on end is killing my back…” he grumbled.

“Good luck with that…” Cyn snickered at his annoyance as she looked at the script. “From the top like always?” Angel glanced up from the script and flipped her off, making her chuckle. “Alright…alright…” she said as she counted down from three, snapping her fingers. She sits up on the bed to do the lines, crossing her legs as she looked up at Angel, her eyes glowing softly in the dimly lit dressing room.

Angered Demon: I worked my ass off this whole week and I get home, wanting to see you pretty and cuddle you. But I come home to you fucking the neighbor, babe?! Don’t I pleasure you enough or am I just not good enough for you anymore?!

Angel Dust: I was just trying to have some fun, baby. You know I love you. *he approaches the demon and kneeling down to get between the legs, spreading the demon’s legs as he stares up at them*

Angered Demon: You…love me?! Ha! You really think that I’ll crumble for your cutesy little act when you still have him leaking from you still? How long has this been going on for, huh? You doing the neighborhood too?! *the demon gesturing to the door, still furious at Angel’s actions*

Angel Dust: I-I'm sorry, I swear it was just a mistake. It won't happen again, I promise. *he raises his torso to get their bodies close together*

Angered Demon: You’re fucking right it won’t happen again, sweetheart~ *the demon grabs his chin as they stare at him with a lustful expression*

“Cut…okay…sorry, I’m not good at the expression and that was so embarrassing, I’m sorry, Angel.” She let go of his face as she covered her own face as she blushed. “No idea how you can do this without messing up…” She speaks with defeat in her voice.

“Eh…been around the block one time too many, I guess. That’s probably time for me to get in the studio, but thanks like always. It’s nice reading a scene and not being filled up and filmed at the same time.” Angel led her out of the dressing room and Cyn returned to her desk, getting to work while Angel got to work on the scene of the next video.

This easy “transaction” as Cyn agreed with Angel to call it that, started out well and good for Angel, less hits and more smooth videos. But it didn’t take long to have Val start picking up on the pieces of their little scene reading.

[therewasatale]

hate me (Part 2)

Part 2 : Hellsing

On Ao3

Part 1

The full moon traveled slowly across the sky. Its silver rays first flooded the crowns of the trees, slowly creeping into the branches. In the depths of the forest, the nocturnal animals began to wake up. However, not a single living creature dared to go near the estate in the middle of the tall oaks.

Dark shadows moved around the building.

The empty windows yawned deep into the interior of the abandoned house. No matter how hard someone would try to look inside, the blind darkness would be the only thing looking back at them. Even those unfortunate souls would have had the eerie feeling of something staring back at them from the middle of that black abyss.

For years, nothing dared to get near it. The average person had no idea who this estate belonged to. Not that there had ever been a living person who had much to do with the small area. It was just a hole in every map. Those few who started asking questions soon stopped. It's always been that way. A piece of land believed to be cursed. This only let the real evil fester there.

The light of the moon colored the walls of the building but despite its best efforts, it could never illuminate the interior of the house.

Slow footsteps echoed deep underground of the estate. The old stairs creaked, but the vampire didn't pay attention to them, nor did the woman walking next to him.

"So, Lisa got herself caught?" The vampire spoke as he opened the door and let the woman into the hallway.

"I wouldn't say she was caught. Rather, she was eliminated. I warned her not to interfere in the affairs of the Vatican, but she didn't believe me."

"Do they know anything about us?"

The woman glanced at her servant, her voice was almost reproachful. "Eric, you're always too worried."

The answer came after a moment of silence. "I just don't want them knocking on our door here. Not when, we're so close to our goal."

"Hm," her lips curled into a thin smile, her green eyes were glowing almost like a vampire's. "Well, maybe this is a sign to stop making plans and finally make some a reality."

There was another silence until they passed the thick iron doors. From behind which the sounds of muffled crying could be heard. Someone was suffering in the depths of one of the cells, elsewhere a painful moan broke escaped, someone fighting for his last breath.

At last, they reached the wide hall. The place used to serve as a wine cellar, but now it has been significantly expanded and furnished. On the table in the corner of it, worn and battered books rested on top of each other, they were it was illuminated only by temporarily installed lights.

"There. Almost everything is done, we just need a little bit of time." The woman shook her head, her long hair fluttering behind her. "Three months, three months will be enough." She glanced down into her palm, the tattoo almost completely healed up by now.

"But if the priest shows up, then-" Eric glanced at his master, he felt annoyed by her overgrown self-confidence, even though he should have gotten used to it over the years. Still, underestimating Hellsing and the Vatican. It could be a suicidal move.

"Then what?" She took out a cigar from her pocket.

"He can be a problem."

There was a small chuckle. "You think the count would stop because his nemesis shows up?" The woman slowly played with the thin cigar between her long fingers. "No, if you ask me, he will want to gain back his freedom more than everything else. When he gets it, then he will play with that Iscariot. Without his shackles."

She swept her long hazelnut colored hair back and fished out a battered lighter. The barely visible inscription on it said: 'To my devilish girl'. He slowly ran his finger over the letters and lit the end of his cigar. "Actually, I hope they will send him too. So we could get an excellent show. It will be a message even to those fanatics. "

"Shame, maybe I could play with him too."

She inhaled sharply. "I do not care about that lunatic priest, nor about those religious idiots. They will be nothing, when the new world arrives."

The conversation was interrupted by the loud cry of a child.

"You still haven't dealt with them."

"I didn't have the time." The vampire glanced at the way of the noises. He seemed eager.

A small puff of smoke got mixed in the air. "Then go and do something. I'm getting tired of their crying."

"As you wish, master."

The woman glanced after him, and she was able to see, as he unbuckled his belt before the door closed behind him. After a couple of seconds, she let out an another puff of smoke escape from her lips.

Soon the crying changed into screaming. She could hear the vampire's deep laugh, then finally there was only silence.

When the only sound was her footsteps, she walked to the table. It was her sanctuary, well, a part of it. Between the books there were papers and photos. Years of searching and studying.

She took one of the photos. It was taken from a recorded footage, a moment, she only needed one good moment to capture.

Like most, this too was taken in the dark. The night was clear, mid-July, the location was France.

The trees surrounded the abandoned building like blurred shadows. All its windows were dark, and the door was lying in pieces on the floor. The most important figure of the picture was almost perfectly discernible. The wind caught in his red coat, the black gun hung in his left hand.

She slowly run one of her fingers along the vampire's face.

For years, she could only watch him over the photos and videos. There was only one voice record, containing a small clip of his laughter, but it was enough for her, to keep going. Reading and searching for lost books, forgotten notes which were not read for over centuries.

Finally, it seemed her work will finally pay off.

After two soft knocks, the door opened again.

"You finished with them quickly," as he glanced over her shoulder, she stopped. "Oh, Matthew. I though you will only arrive tomorrow."

The man walked closer with measured steps, his jacket and coat ironed perfectly as always. His appearance seemed to be as if he was fresh out of butler training. Mathew served those who paid him, but his services consisted of making others disappear.

"You're right, madam. I did finish them quickly." His mouth slightly twitched.

"Good."

"Although, I think your vampire, "it sounded like an insult, "is still occupied with the children." His voice filled with disgust.

"I believe you killed kids too?" She put out the end of the cigar, as she gathered most of the papers.

"It’s different. I don’t play with my targets, madam. That is the difference. I'm not some kind of sick animal."

She glanced at the photo one last time. "Becoming a vampire can drag the weak willed into darkness."

The assassin looked at her, and for a couple of seconds observed her. "Aren't you afraid?" His question sounded honest.

"From death?"

"From becoming something like him." Matthew turned his gaze at the door behind him. "Losing your mind, you pride. Craving for blood, and only ever caring about power."

She walked around the table to the man. He stopped a few steps away from him and stared straight into his eyes. "Are you calling me weak, Matthew?"

The man's lips twitched, but shook his head. "I'd never, Miss-"

"No. Shut up. I don't want to hear it. I despise that name." She extended her arm, with a letter in his hands. "Find them and bring them here. Three months, I want to be ready in three months."

Matthew studied the names, and raised one of his eyebrows. "Bloodsuckers?"

"We need some. I know they weren't all hunted down, yet. They can be useful, or be fun for our guest, or guests. Don't worry, they won't attack you, they still owe the branch of my family that belongs to me."

"As you wish, madam." He only briefly glanced at the money in the envelope. "I will bring them here."

She didn't answer. She already told everything she wanted. There were more important matters to check up on. But she knew, three months will be enough, it has to be. She couldn't wait any longer.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Idiots at First Sight

Warnings: Mutual pining, implied smut, kissing, almost-naked!sam, slightly insecure reader.

Summary: Sam and Y/N are each sure their feelings are one-sided? Dean is sure they're both idiots? Who's right?

Pairings: Sam Winchester x fem!reader, Dean

Word Count: 2,631

A/N: This is a request from @tieddown-withbattleshipchains for a Sam x Reader fic. This is the very first time I've ever written for Sam as a main character, and the first time I've ever written any Sam smut. (implied or otherwise) I'm a full on Dean girl, but I love Sammy so much, so I hope I did him justice here and that all my Sam Girls enjoy this one! 😘💓 and @tieddown-withbattleshipchains, I hope this is what you were looking for! 🥰

A/N 2: So, I realized that I don't have any Sam tag lists (I'll have to change that!) so I'm going to tag most of my usual peeps, but if you're absolutely NOT interested in being tagged in any future Sam fics, please don't hesitate to tell me in the comments - or message me, or send an ask, or...I don't know, send me an owl, whatever works😁 and I'll make note of it.

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89 💓

"Okay, Sammy! I'm outta here."

Sam looked up from his laptop and frowned as he watched his brother pull on his heavy leather jacket.

"What do you mean, outta here?"

"Well," Dean spoke incredibly slowly, enunciating each word precisely as though trying not confuse his little brother. "I am go-ing to leave now and I will be back later on."

Sam's expression flashed from confused to extremely annoyed instantly.

"You're hilarious. I mean, where are you going? It's 11:00 at night."

"That's when the fun starts little brother, and I am off to find some fun. I won't be back til tomorrow which means," Dean smacked Sam's shoulder roughly, "you and Y/N can have a little fun of your own."

Dean winked and Sam groaned. "Oh for - Dean, how many times do I have to tell you that there is nothing going on between us before you'll just believe me and drop it?"

Dean pulled on his boots. "Oh, I believe you, Sam. This is my way of telling you you're a moron."

Dean grinned at him and Sam pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah, thanks!"

Dean shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Look Sammy, that little girl is madly in love with you and you are an absolute idiot if you don't do something about it. I've never seen two people so completely oblivious to one another!"

"I dare you to call her a little girl to her face." Sam said, scoffing. "She'll kick your ass."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, probably. Chick's a badass." He pointed at Sam. "Yet another reason you should jump on the chance to...ah, well you know, jump on her."

Sam licked his lips and shook his head. "You're an idiot."

Dean stood up and shouldered his duffel bag. His eyes lost their teasing glint and he leveled a serious look at his clueless brother.

"Seriously Sammy, Y/N's pretty amazing, you guys are sort of perfect for each other, both a couple of nerds at heart, and I'm telling you man, she's nuts for you."

When Sam scoffed again, Dean cut him off. "Look, you can scoff all you want, but it's right there, dude. All you gotta do is look."

Dean walked out of the motel room and a minute later Sam heard the Impala's engine roar to life and then fade off into the distance.

Sam got back to searching through strange news stories, looking for their next case, but he couldn't get Dean's words out of his head.

He's wrong. Sam thought. Y/N just sees me as a pal. She's a kickass hunter, and she's been hanging around with us because we find good cases and she wants to be a part of them.

That was all there was to it. There was no way she thought about him the way he thought about her, no way her mind spent hours dwelling on him, dreaming of him, desperate for him.

No way. She was his obsession, not the other way around.

It started from pretty much the moment he met her. They ended up on the same werewolf case, and she was at the coroner's office as they came in, flashing her fake badge, wearing a pencil skirt and high heels and a thousand fantasies had started in his head right in that moment.

They hadn't let up since.

Things had gotten progressively worse as the three of them realized they made a pretty great team, and Y/N had started joining them on more and more hunts.

Then they'd all started sharing the cost of transportation and motel fees and she'd taken up residence in the backseat of the Impala during most road trips.

And worst of all she'd started sharing a bed with him in their cheap motel rooms; her soft, warm body ending up pressed into his very...stiff body, every night.

Or maybe that was best of all. He couldn't tell anymore. All he knew was that it was an exquisite kind of torture to listen to her sleepy moans and soft sighs while she snuggled her ass into his crotch night after night.

And for nearly two months now Dean had been hounding him, subtle teasing at first, but eventually out and out calling him on his obsession with her. He had insisted from the beginning that Y/N was just as into him, but Sam had never seen it.

The odd time he'd thought maybe he saw her glance linger on him a moment longer than necessary. And sometimes when they were researching, sitting across from each other, he'd look up and see her looking at him through her long, thick eyelashes, but he was sure it was just his imagination, or her mind was just elsewhere. It was just wishful thinking to imagine heat in her gaze.

He slammed his laptop closed and groaned, dropping his head into his hands. This was ridiculous. Now he needed a shower to get his body under control before she came back from the beer run she was on.

As he stripped off, heading into the bathroom he shook his head again. Dean was wrong, he was sure of it.

***

Y/N set the beer down on the table and took off her coat, wondering where the boys had gone off to. The car was gone and so were they, the room was empty.

Well, they could have left me a note, she thought. I just walked six blocks to bring them beer and they can't even leave me a note?

She rolled her eyes at them fondly. Sometimes it was like they were raised by wolves. She really loved travelling with them, and the more she was with them, the more it felt like she'd found her family. But they were definitely dudes, through and through, and sometimes it seemed like they forgot she wasn't.

Sometimes she had to remind them that she didn't need to see their stinky socks and dirty underwear lying around, although Dean was the worst culprit for that kind of stuff. Sam tended to be much tidier.

But aside from giving her a wide berth when she was "pms-ing", (an attitude she never failed to find annoying, like she was going to take the machete to THEIR necks or something) for the most part they both treated her like one of the guys.

Which, coming from Dean was great and coming from Sam was torture.

Dean was very much her big brother, he was such a goof and an occasional idiot, and she loved him to pieces. She loved how much he cared and how protective he was, and though it was obvious he was an incredibly good looking guy, she'd just never felt that way about him. Maybe because by the time she saw Dean, she'd already fallen in love at first sight with his little brother.

God the day he'd walked into that coroner's office, waring his dark blue fed suit and crisp white shirt, that was just it, the last day her heart had belonged to her alone.

From that moment on she'd been falling for him, for his sweet, sensitive heart, for his mind and the way it solved puzzles and disseminated information so quickly, for his badassery and the way he moved like a lion when he fought - fast, and powerful, his beautiful, reddish-brown mane flowing around him.

It was getting more and more difficult to act as though she was unaffected by him. She felt like she was becoming pretty obvious in the way she stared at him, but she couldn't help it. She found his beauty endlessly fascinating.

He was just so giant. He tended to dominate any space he was in, or at least his big, thickly-muscled body dominated the space in her mind, living there rent free 24/7.

She found herself fascinated by his massive hands, so powerful and yet so capable of tenderness and delicacy when necessary. She spent way too much time imagining them on her skin, and how they'd move, strong but graceful, along her body.

And then there was his smile. It was like something magical. Sam could be pretty serious, so nothing made her happier than when she could bring about that sunshine smile. It was just everything.

She shook her head as she walked further into the room, trying to clear her mind of all the lustful, sinful thoughts plaguing her. She supposed she should take a cold shower before the boys came back from wherever they'd scampered off to and she was forced to spend another night pressed up tight against Sam's hard, muscular frame.

She opened the door to the bathroom, and stepped into the steamy room, closing the door behind her all in the same instant that the reality hit her of just what was standing in front of her.

Wrapped in nothing but a towel, slung low on his hips and barely covering his lower half, Sam stood just outside the bathtub, having clearly just finished a shower. He was frozen in place.

Y/N's mind was yelling at her to walk back out, or turn around, or cover her eyes, or do any of the respectful things she should be doing, but she just couldn't force her eyes away from him.

She watched a drop of water bead from the end of his long hair and then travel along his collar bone to the dip between his wide pecs, and then down over his abs, taking the path of least resistance through those hard, rippling muscles to dip into his belly button before getting lost in the thin line of hair that led to whatever sat just below the line of terrycloth that circled his waist.

She licked her lips and bit her bottom lip, completely parched and thinking how pleasant it would be to lick up some moisture from the taut, tan skin of Sam Winchester.

Sam started walking incredibly slowly towards her and she came to her senses a little, still sort of dizzy. She shook her head and attempted to speak. Her voice came out squeaky, but at least words formed.

"Sorry, I thought...the car was not...and I thought..."

Okay, she thought, so they aren't coherent words, but they're words.

Sam smiled and his dimples appeared, shutting down her vocal abilities once again.

He continued to stalk slowly toward her, his expression different than she'd ever seen it. There was something almost predatory in his hazel eyes, something that made her heart beat triple time and her core muscles tighten.

"You're staring." He said, his voice deeper and huskier than she'd ever heard it before. "Do you like what you see?"

Y/N swallowed hard as he stopped not two feet away from her. "Do you?"

Not knowing what else to do, Y/N nodded and took in a shuddery breath.

"Then I think it's my turn." He said and reached slowly for the hem of her t-shirt.

His long fingers brushed against the skin at her waistband and Y/N panicked, pushing his hands away.

As though some mystical haze had been blown away, Sam straightened and stepped back, his expression clearing and returning to his usual soft, serious one.

He wrapped one long arm around his torso and reached the other up to push back his wet hair.

"Shit, Y/N I'm sorry." He said, obviously embarrassed. "I thought, it looked like you were, like maybe you were into me, but I..." He shook his head and mumbled. "I'm gonna punch Dean in the face."

Y/N wanted to punch herself for ruining the moment. Sam was finally looking at her like she was a girl, and she'd pushed him away? God she was an idiot. And now she'd made him feel bad. She had to try and explain.

"No, Sam, please." Her voice was thin and wispy. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Please, don't apologize. I did...I mean I was..." Her voice shrunk again. "I was into you. I am. Into you."

Sam was shaking his head. "No, really, Y/N it's okay, you don't have to say that just to make me feel better."

Y/N frowned. "I'm not. Sam, don't you know..."

She sighed deeply. "Look, I just panicked okay. I mean - " she raised her hand toward him. "You're friggin' perfect. And I'm," she laughed without much humor, "I am definitely not."

Sam frowned at her and dropped his arms back to his sides. He took a tentative step toward her again and then another, until he was close enough to reach out and cup her cheek in his big palm.

"Y/N, you're perfect to me."

He lifted his other hand to brush the hair back off her forehead. "The way your mind works and the ideas and strategies you come up with."

He trailed his fingertips through her hair and then down her neck and across her chest to rest delicately against her heart. "Your beautiful strong heart and the way you never back down when it comes to protecting those who can't protect themselves."

He moved both his hands to her ribs and ran them down over her waist to her hips, where he squeezed hard fingers into the softness there. "The curves of your body and the way they entice me to bury myself in them."

He pressed her back against the door, while pulling her hips forward so she could feel the very physical proof of just how enticing he found her. She breathed in a gasp and exhaled a moan at the hardness pressing into her thigh.

He touched his soft lips to the underside of her jaw and she brought her hands up to run hesitantly across his chest and grip his broad shoulders.

He slipped his hands up under her shirt and whispered against the shell of her ear.

"Let me show you just how perfect you are, Y/N?"

He turned his hazel gaze on her and she smiled shyly. "Yes, Sam, please." She said softly.

He captured her mouth with his, his soft lips turning hungry and demanding. He swiped his tongue across her lips and she answered his invitation by opening her mouth and allowing him to lick up into her. He tasted of mint and spice and she ran her own tongue sinuously along his, savoring the combination.

He reached behind her and opened the bathroom door and she would have fallen backwards, but he held her tightly against him. He walked her backwards until they hit the bed and fell on it together, in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

They spent hours that night discovering each other; every inch of each other's skin, every sensitive hollow and gentle swell of each other's bodies. They gave and received endless pleasure, hands and mouths celebrating their coming together at last.

And they both reveled in the knowledge that they'd been wrong about how the other one felt.

They fell asleep less than an hour before dawn, finally content to wrap themselves around each other in the night and dream together.

A few hours later they were still too exhausted to hear the rumbling of the Impala's engine as it pulled into the spot out front, or notice the squeak of the door as Dean pushed it open and stopped short in the doorway.

He looked across the room at the lump under the blankets, and was just able to make out Y/N's head pillowed against his brother's chest and Sam's arm slung around her back.

A big, soft smile wreathed Dean's face as he stepped back and quietly pulled the door closed. He climbed back into the front seat of the Impala and stretched out.

He ran his hand over the leather seat lovingly and gloated.

"See, Baby. I'm always right."

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