#wow typing that and answering this made me so happy again

[bluerosefox]

Invites

"OMA, kill meeeee" Ellie, aka Wrath complained as she allowed her head to 'thunk' on the cafeteria table in the Watchtower she phased into in order to sit in next to a boy dressed in red, yellow, and green.

"Aren't you already halfway there?" Came Robin's response as he took a drink of his water, eyeing his teammate with a raised eyebrow, though it was difficult to tell with his mask in place.

"OMA?" Asked Superboy on the other side of the boy.

"Shush you." She said towards Robin before answering Superboy "Oh my Ancients, it's like OMG but like for us ghosties."

"Tt" "Oh!" Came both their responses.

"So..." began Superboy after a few minutes of silence between them as he looked at Ellie like a confused puppy "Why?"

Ellie groaned and just stayed slumped on the table as she said "Da's dumb Observants council is hosting another dumb ball to try to get him or me hitched again, and like always I'm forced to attend because I'm Da's heir. We both hate it with a passion, most are just stuck up, power hungry, social climbers trying to get into our pants for the royal titles... Espcially if they become our Forevermores."

"Tt, why not just get rid of them? Or simply have your Father dismiss the ball." Robin said, his eye twitching in annoyance just at the thought of it. A ball sounded even more annoying than the gala parties he is made to go to.

"Sounds stressful... Also Forevermores?" Superboy asked, he was always curious of Ellie and her ghost culture but never knew what could be asked or not, he had been warned to never ask how a ghost died after all and that question is normally asked in every ghost hunter video on the internet.

"Forevermores is our term for the ONE. The one and only we will ever be with. Till our final end takes us we are always to be with them only. We are core creatures and bonding on that level is like sacred, we don't rush into bonding like that though. But everyone in the Realms hopes to be either become mine or Da's. And the ball is their best chance at meeting us on neutral grounds." Ellie explained as best as she could for Jon, it was hard trying to explain the type of level a Forevermore was "And to answer you Robin, Da can't. The Observants, despite how annoying they can get with their dumb demands, are part of the system council for the Realms, they're sadly needed to keep things in check hence their name. Da and his friends are still trying to find a loophole to get rid of them though. They were only created when they put Tyrant King to sleep and they still sadly have some backings from other powerful ghosts in the Realms, even an Ancient or two and in order to fully dismiss them we need all Ancients on board. And the ball keeps a lot of ghosts, especially the more powerful ones, errr I guess happy? Most just use it to gossip on neutral grounds, others just like to dance, network, or other junk like that. Basically, when it's not about them trying to get mine or Da's hand in ghost marriage, it's fun so Da can't dismiss it, it'll ruffle to many feathers."

"Wow..." "Tt." Were the response from her teammates.

"Yeah. Da really isn't happy because someone suggested inviting powerful people from a few Mortal Realms this time. Somehow it got approved. So... here." She said as she reached into her own chest, phasing her hand in, and pulled out two green envelopes and placed them on the table in front of them. Both boys stared in surprise to see their names written in dark purple ink and the stylized DP on it.

"CW let me invite you guys personally. Everyone else should be getting theirs in about a few minutes complete with a blaze of green fire and spooky vibes." Ellie said with a strained smile, both happy to invite them but also dreading the questions she'll no doubt have to answer once the invites were sent.

[princessmisery666]

Just Don't Say You Love Me

Summary: Dean believes you have a good thing going. When you tell him your moving on, he realizes he needs to reassess the relationship and his life before it’s too late.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, miscommunication, unrequited love, friends with benefits, implied smut, Dean doesn’t get a happy ending. 

W/C: 4,776.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Jody Mills, Sam Winchester. 

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: Just Please Don’t Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Alpin.

A/N: I tried to fix the angst, but it’s not happening, so the unhappy ending will remain (for now). Special shoutout to @kazsrm67 and @pink-sparkly-witch for helping and offering words/comments of encouragement.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes remain my own. 

Graphics: made by be on canva. Dividers by @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: JAcklesVerseBingo / Dean Winchester / Main

You knock on Jody’s door, taking a deep breath to calm yourself, some residual adrenaline still playing havoc with your nerves. It’s been a long and insightful day. 

Dean opens the door with a smile, but it quickly morphs into an appreciative grin as his eyes travel the length of your body. “Wow,” he says, “who knew all that was hiding under that uniform.”

You laugh, stepping through the door, not in the least bit phased by his comment. It's not the first time you’ve been told that. “Yeah, that uniform is like an invisibility cloak. I put it on, and no man sees me. Guess you're no exception,” you explain, turning to look at him again. 

“Well, I see you now,” he says, quickly lifting his focus from your ass to your face. “Um, they’re through there,” he gestures for you to go ahead of him. 

“There she is,” Jody says, embracing you with one arm while she places the huge bowl of salad on the table. “How’re you doing?”

“Guess I’m still a little shell-shocked, but I’m okay.” 

“Well, we’re all here to help you…adjust,” Sam offers with a kind smile.

Discovering monsters are, in fact, very real and not just a Halloween marketing ploy is definitely going to be an adjustment. But what choice do you have? These people have given you an in. They’ve let you into their secret club, and honestly, you feel privileged that they trust you and think you are capable enough to help.

If you weren’t capable, neither Jody nor Dean would be here right now, a fact Sam keeps thanking you for over dinner.

“Thank you for being so cool about this,” he says again, lifting his beer bottle to clink it against yours. 

“I’ll freak out later,” you joke, though you probably will. 

“Seriously, you rushed in there, no hesitation, and you held your own,” Jody adds to Sam’s praise. “You certainly proved I picked the right woman for my team.”

“And I can’t thank you enough for that,” you say, genuinely grateful for the opportunity to work with her.

You’ve had some awful bosses and equally shitty jobs over the years, so it's nice to have found Sheriff Mills. Okay, so you’ll be fighting real-life monsters occasionally, but what’s a little compromise? 

They answer all your questions, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a little overwhelming. Dean keeps flashing a tight smile in your direction, and you’re not sure if it's meant to be reassuring or if he’s biting his tongue and trying not to be rude. Regardless of his intention, Jody and the boys’ promises to help you come to grips with it all make it seem manageable.

“Am I going to get to hear the story of how you met those two?” you ask Jody in the kitchen later. 

“Definitely, but not tonight,” she explains, handing you a clean, soapy plate to rinse and dry.

Dean and Sam laugh in the other room, and Jody smiles wistfully. It’s so sweet and motherly it chokes you up a little.  

“The years have not been kind to those boys,” she says, focusing back on the dishes. “They keep their circle small, and I’m grateful that they let me be a part of it, and now you get to join it, too.”

“It’s a damn good-looking circle,” you confess.

Jody chuckles, “Ah, so you noticed Dean as much as he noticed you.” 

“Don’t go all matchmaker on me again,” you warn, “do I need to remind you of the disaster that was Paul?” 

“No, you do not. I’m just making an observation. The circle is indeed good-looking, and Dean has been doing a lot of observing of his own.” 

“Yeah, not sure that’s for the reasons you’re implying,” you say, “Dean doesn’t seem like he wants me to be helping out.”

Dean’s voice startles you, “You saved our asses.” You jump, twisting to look at him, “that’s enough.”

“But if I can do more…”

“The life of a hunter isn’t a life I'd recommend,” he explains, reaching for a beer from the fridge, “ it’s messy and painful and usually ends badly.”

“That’s life in general,” you counter, “and if something is happening and I don’t do anything to help, I’m part of the problem.”

“That’s fine,” he says, throwing his bottle top into the trash. “You’re a bigger part of the problem if you get into a situation you can’t get out of.”

“Dean,” Jody scolds, “take it easy. You said it yourself, she saved our asses today. She’s proven she’s capable.”

“All I’m saying is I’ll help where and if I can,” you explain. “I’m not going to go all Buffy the Vampire Slayer and start patrolling graveyards.”

It’s faint, but a slight quirk tugs his lips, breaking the building tension. 

“Besides, I’m sure our uniform makes us invisible to monsters as well as men.” 

He laughs properly at that, “Not invisible to me anymore,” his tongue sits behind his teeth, and you're suddenly jealous when he wraps his lips around the bottle.

“Good to know,” you say.

You hold each other’s gaze, perhaps a challenge to see who will shy away first. 

“Cool it, you two,” Jody warns, flicking water off the tips of her fingers at you both. 

“Sorry, boss,” you laugh. “And on that note, I’m gonna get going.”

“Need a ride?” Dean asks, a smug smirk in play. 

“I would love one,” you wink, but follow up with, “but it’s a nice night. Think I’m gonna walk, work off some of that wine.” 

“Why don’t you walk her home?” Jody suggests. 

Dean nods, “lead the way.”

When you’d balked, telling Dean you didn’t need an escort, he’d countered, saying he needed the fresh air, but you think it’s more to check up on you and maybe flirt a little more without an audience if your instincts are correct. It’s been nothing but small talk since leaving Jody’s until you're standing on your porch facing one another.

“So how are you really taking all this?” he asks. 

“I had a little freak out before I got to Jody’s,” you answer honestly, “but truthfully, it makes me feel a little better about the world.” 

He huffs a laugh, and his confused frown is adorable. “Okay, that’s a first.” 

“There’s so much evil in the world. It’s scary enough without knowing what I know now,” you explain, adding, “Maybe some of the unexplainable evil that’s all over the news is explainable. Maybe it’s not humans being horrible. Maybe it’s actually something evil.”

“Huh, I never thought of it like that.”

“I’m not saying I’ll remember that the next time a vamp is kicking my ass,” you laugh. 

“Hey,” he scolds, “you agreed, no hunting.” 

You hold your hands up, surrendering. “I won’t go looking for it, but if it comes to Sioux Falls, I’m all over it,” you promise, but your body has other ideas as an overall ache spreads through you as the day's events catch up with you. “Well, maybe in a few days when I’ve recovered from the last one.” Subconsciously, your tongue rolls over the cut on your bottom lip.  

“That hurt?” he asks. 

“I’ve had worse.” You shrug. The way he’s looking at you dulls the sting of the cut, and the tired ache in your bones shifts and reshapes into a simmering itch that needs scratching.

“You gonna be okay?” he asks, pointing over your shoulder toward your door. The implication of you being alone goes unsaid.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, trying not to roll your eyes. “But maybe you want to come in? Have a coffee or something, distract me a little longer so I don’t freak out too much?”

He smiles, wetting his lips. He knows that’s not what you're asking, and you wonder how often the offer of ‘coffee or something’ has been used successfully on him. He looks down at his shuffling feet, heaving a sigh. “I should get back.” 

The hesitation is clear, yet he doesn’t move. A surge of adrenaline spreads through you, and your heart rate increases. When he looks up, catching your eyes, the intensity of the long, loaded pause is enough to make you wonder, if monsters exist, then maybe that electricity everyone talks about is real, too, because it feels like if you touch your hand to Dean’s face, sparks will fly.

“Thanks again for the save today,” he whispers.

“Anytime,” you smile. 

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly you're as one, mouths connected, exploring the other’s, hands groping and gripping, and your lip stings for a split second, but then Dean has you pinned against your door, and you forget about it.

He pulls away and kisses your neck, “Maybe,” he says, scraping his teeth against your jaw, “we should take this inside.”

Your arrangement with Dean works. No pressure, no expectations. Summer comes, and winter fades, but your relationship remains mutually beneficial. 

He rolls through Sioux Falls, that charming smile - that you’re not sure he knows quite how charming it is - “passing through,” but he stays a few days. He always claims it’s to catch up with Jody and the girls, but he spends most of his time at your place, and it’s too coincidental that you’re never on shift or scheduled for a few days when Baby pulls up outside.

Jody insists she has nothing to do with it. Yes, she's the sheriff, yes, she’s your boss, and makes the rotas, but “The only thing I swing is that I get to work with you,” she’d promised, winking. And you love her for that. Some of the men are still stuck in the past, and though they don’t say it, you can tell they don’t think women can do the job.

If only they knew. You’ve helped on a few hunts now. There’s no doubt in your mind that your relationship with Dean wouldn’t be what it is if you didn’t know about the real evils of the world. But each hunt ended the same: a dead monster and your body beneath Dean’s. 

You're in your room lacing up your little white summer pumps when the Impala’s engine announces his arrival.

You jump to your feet, quickly check yourself in your mirror, smoothing down the already smooth summer dress, and call out, “It’s open,” when his knock echoes around the house.

“Wow, look at you,” he says, freezing partway over the threshold to admire you as you bounce down the stairs.

You deliver your usual greeting, a swift kiss to his lips, and the unmistakable aroma of leather and cheap motel soap assaults your senses - damn, you’ve missed him - but you won’t say it. Instead, you show it, making the kiss deeper.

He shuffles inside, uses your hips to steady himself as he kicks the door closed, and then wraps his arms around your waist to hold you tightly against him. 

Your phone rings, and you fumble to find it on the table by the door, but as soon as you do, Dean releases you, kissing your neck and collarbone. 

“Hey, hi,” you answer. 

“Hey babe,” your best friend sings, and you know it's because she needs something. “Can you grab some ice on your way over?” 

“Yeah, sure, okay.” 

“You okay?” 

No. Yes.

Dean is kneading your breasts, nibbling on the skin that spills out the top of your sundress. “Yeah, just rushing, I’m running late.” 

“So late,” he mumbles into your skin.

“Well, hurry more,” she says before hanging up.

“Oh fuck, Dean, you gotta stop,” you whine. 

He groans, dulling the sting of his bite with a sweet kiss, and pulls back to look at you. “This a bad time, isn’t it?”

You nod, feeling as disappointed as he looks. “It’s my friend's birthday. She’s having a barbeque.” 

He sighs, leaning his head on your shoulder and mumbling into your neck. “Damn it.” 

“I have to at least show my face,” you say, using your hands on his cheeks to pull his head up to look into his eyes. “But you can stay here, take a shower, watch a movie or something, and maybe in a couple of hours, I get a headache and need to come home.” 

Wetting his lips, he smirks before delivering a brief kiss. “Or,” he draws out the syllable, mild hesitation clear in his eyes, “Maybe I can come with you?”

Since Chuck is no longer an issue, Dean has been making an effort to live in the moment, opening himself up, if only a little. So you try to quell the shock of his suggestion. It quickly evolves to a pleased grin when your mind flashes to your friends' faces when you walk in with the infamous Dean. They will lose their shit. You like spending time with Dean but don’t want to cross any lines or make assumptions. “I’d like that,” you smile, “but you really don’t have to.”

“I’m sure I can survive a couple hours with your friends, and you know I can always eat.”

“Okay,” you nod, smile widening. “If you’re sure.” 

He kisses you again, a simple but effective peck on your lips. “But maybe we both get a headache in a couple of hours.” 

“Deal,” you agree, sealing it with another casual kiss. “Maybe lose a few layers. It’s summer.”

He laughs, shrugging off his jacket. “I’m sure I have a clean Fed shirt in the trunk.”

“Perfect,” you say, grabbing your bag and keys. “Want me to drive?” 

He rolls his eyes, jesting, “Did that kiss fry your brain?” as he follows you out the front door.

He opens the passenger door for you, and before you slip inside, you tell him, “Oh, and whatever my friends say I’ve said about you, it’s all lies.”

He grins smugly, “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

The shower has done wonders for your developing hangover. Your friend's barbecue lasted longer than you had anticipated, but the day couldn’t have gone better. 

Dean fit in well with everyone and crushed it at beer pong. It was a success all around, and when you’d quietly asked if he wanted to leave, he’d said no, that he was having too much fun.

The fun continued when you got home, and Dean is undoubtedly still feeling the effects as well. It’s almost midday, and he’s still sound asleep in your bed when you enter your bedroom in clean sweats and your bra while you towel dry your hair. 

Dean is lying on his stomach, with his face smushed adorably against the pillow he’s hugging, taking advantage of all the space now that you’ve vacated.

You crawl across the bed, leaning over him, and he still doesn’t stir. You put your lips close to his ear and half whisper, “Morning.”

His brow instantly creases, and he squeezes his eyes tighter, groaning, “No, no, you have to go away.” 

“You gotta get up. It’s almost midday.”

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbles, eyes still squeezed shut. “You have to take your horrible talking, talky mouth away from me.” 

“Okay, you asked for it.” You laugh, sitting back and wringing your hair out so the excess water drips on his naked back.

“Ah,” he groans, arching up off the mattress.

You jump off the bed, laughing as you walk to the mirror to start doing your hair. Turning over, he rubs a hand over his face and then both through his hair, causing it to stick up adorably. He catches you staring in the mirror, and you quickly avert your eyes. 

“Damn, your friends can drink,” he says, sitting up against the headboard. 

You laugh, that’s an understatement. “They definitely know how to have fun.” 

“They seem like a good bunch.” 

“They liked you too,” you smile at his reflection, and he grins back. “Laura told me to invite you to her and Chris’ wedding.”

His expression shifts, staring off into the distance for a singular moment as if he’s imagining how that would play out. But as quickly as it appears, it drops when he scrubs a hand down his face to put the mask back on. “That’s cool, but I can’t make that kind of commitment.” He swings his legs off the bed, putting his back to you. “I don’t know where I’ll be.”

You hadn’t expected a solid answer, but the double meaning behind his words settles thick disappointment in your stomach. You’ve never asked for any commitment nor discussed the arrangement between you, but hearing him say it aloud singes the hope you always try to contain.

Dean quickly gets to his feet, swaying at the abruptness. “I’m gonna grab a shower.” He mumbles, avoiding eye contact as he heads to the bathroom.

It’s been less than ten minutes, and you’re sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through your phone, when he finds the courage to face you again. He’s talking to Sam on his phone, obnoxiously loud, as he descends the stairs, trying to make a point of his hasty need to depart.

He appears in the kitchen doorway, jacket in hand, hair dripping onto the shoulders of his henley. You guess you should be grateful he wasn’t cowardly enough to have just shouted goodbye from the door. 

“Listen, I’m sorry about before.” He moves closer to the table, eyeing you as he raps his knuckles on the polished wood. “It’s just that, even with Chuck out of the picture, I’m not sure how things are going to play out. I can’t make any, uh, long-term commitments. Sam and-“

“I get it, Dean.” The last thing you want is any tension between you, so you nip the growing uncomfortableness. “We don’t need to have any awkward conversations.”

He bobs his head, hope swimming in his eyes. “So, we’re good?”

You take your mug to the sink, and once your back is to him, you say, “Yeah, we’re good.”

“You sure?” You didn’t hear him move, but the air shifts behind you, bringing his warmth along with it.

Plastering on a smile, you turn to face him and nod. “Take care of yourself.”

The corner of his mouth curls upward, and he kisses your forehead before heading to the door, “Talk to you soon,” he calls before the door clicks shut.

Fools rush in. Dean is no fool. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel like being one sometimes. Usually, it’s when he’s on the road, heading home from a hunt or supply run, he daydreams about how things could be with you. 

The daydream isn’t much different from how things already are. The sex would just be coupled with more official dates – dinner, movies, watching him, which for some reason turns you on, ‘do his thing’ as you call it when he’s hustling suckers at pool. Hell, even grocery shopping. He’d sneak unhealthy snacks into the cart because you promised Sam you’d take care of him, and you would. Dean knows you’d be good to him, that you are good for him. But he’s lived that life. He doesn’t need a wake-up call to know how it ends.

It’s a nice daydream. It gives him a much-needed boost of serotonin when he’s in short supply. But like the gas that fuels Baby, the thought has vaporized by the time he shuts off the engine.

Chuck isn’t calling the shots anymore, but that doesn’t mean the big bads aren’t still gunning for the Winchester's demise. Sam has it all figured out with Eileen, and Dean wishes he could be as sure about what he wants life to look like now. But he can’t be sure of anything, at least not yet. He’s still working on adjusting to a life not consumed by hunting. Trying to come to terms with the fact that there isn’t something lurking around every corner, that the choices he makes – good and bad – are truly his and not fueled by some life-ending curveball Chuck tosses at them. 

The doubts bore deeper, and as always, when he’s drowning in his own head, he thinks of you.

He remembers how you busted down the door with borrowed equipment from Sioux Falls. You’d looked frantic but still in control. Your mere presence had calmed him, and not because you were there to rescue him. You didn’t waste a breath with a witty comment like he would have. You let off two shots, dropped the ghoul about to take a chunk out of him, and then untied him.

You’d been cool and calm, checked him for injuries, but didn’t believe he was truly okay till he kissed you breathless. That adrenaline-filled, kiss-swollen lips, slightly frantic edge to your eyes, is the picture he conjures whenever he thinks of you. 

It’s been a while since he’s seen you. You’ve exchanged a few calls, but now that his mind is stuck on that picture of you, he has to see you.

He shoots Sam a text, telling him he’ll be in Sioux Falls if Sam needs anything, and then pulls an illegal u-turn to put himself in your direction. 

Dean’s not phased that you aren’t home when he shows up. It’s not like he called ahead. He never does. But now that he’s here, he doesn’t want to waste time tracking you down, so he calls. 

“Hey,” you greet brightly.

The smile in your voice brings out his. “Hey, yourself. I’m at your door.” 

“Shit, sorry, I’m not there.”

He chuckles, “Are you around, or does my timing suck again?” 

“No, no, it’s kinda perfect, actually,” you say. “I was gonna call you later anyway. But I need a half hour or so.”

“I can wait.” 

“Greasy Sal’s?” you offer. 

He smiles, already salivating at the thought of a Greasy Sal’s cheeseburger. “Throw in some curly fries,” he requests.  

“Okay, got it,” You laugh.

Dean sits on the Impala’s hood while he waits, head tilted toward the sun, eyes closed while he catches the day’s last rays. The sound of your car’s engine isn’t as distinct as Baby’s, but he knows it well enough that as soon as he hears it, he opens his eyes and watches you turn onto the street. It’s not until that moment that he realizes how eager he is to see you. Maybe Greasy Sal’s can wait; he has another hunger he needs to sate.

He waits till you shut off the engine to open your door, “such a gentleman,” you quip, taking his offered hand to step onto the sidewalk. “Or are you clambering for food?” 

“Not what I’m hungry for,” he says, guiding you against your car. He presses himself against you, feeling the coolness of the air conditioning on your clothes. He circles the tip of your nose with his own, whispering, “Hey,” against your lips before claiming them as his own. 

Frustratingly, you push a hand into his chest after the first brush of his tongue, and he pulls back to look at you. You're looking up at him from under hooded eyes, and he feels like his heart skips a beat, or maybe he’s just a little out of breath. But he knows that with you gazing up at him like he’s a beautiful sunset, he really has missed you. 

“Maybe we should take this inside.”

“Absolutely,” he says, slightly impatient that he can’t get you naked then and there.

He walks to the trunk to get your shopping bags and follows you up the path. He has a bag packed with his essentials but never brings it inside until the next morning. Something about bringing it in before you’ve had sex seems presumptuous, which is crazy because, as per the arrangement, that’s exactly what he’s here for.

“It’s good to see you,” you say, entering your kitchen with him close on your tail.

“Yeah, you too.” He genuinely means it. It’s like things fall into place when he’s around you. 

“How’s Sam?”

“He’s good,” Dean explains, placing the grocery bags on the countertop. “He’s taken Eileen away for a couple days.” 

“Good for them.” 

You unpack the groceries and take a beer from the fridge; as always, it's his favorite brand. Though he never warns you of his pending arrival there is always a supply cooling in the refrigerator and his favorite snacks in the cupboards. 

He takes the open bottle from you, leaning in to deliver another kiss, but you turn to grab more groceries, and he realizes it's a not-so-stealthy way to give him your cheek.

It seems to be the day of revelations because he’s super aware of how easily you flow around each other in the small kitchen. Dean plates up the burgers, grabbing another beer for you from the fridge, and he’s surprised to see that it’s the only one left. That, coupled with the kiss avoidance, gives him pause. Something’s wrong. 

You sit at the table and take a large gulp of the beer. “You okay?” he asks once you’ve swallowed the beer and the nervousness you're exuding. “You seem a little…off.” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say, then inhale deeply before adding, “Actually, no, I’m not. We need to talk. And I hate how cliche that sounds, but I don’t know how else to bring it up, and I don’t want to get all emotional on you, but I need to tell you something.”

He feels the panic fizz in his gut. You can’t be pregnant. He's seen you take birth control, and he uses protection every time. So it can only be one thing …you're about to ruin everything.

You're going to utter those three words, and it's going to be the death blow to all the good stuff between you. 

He takes a swig of his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Please don’t,” he begs, looking you dead square in the eyes. “What we’ve got going on is good, we’re good…” 

“Dean, I …” you try, but he holds a hand up to cut you off.

“Don’t say it.” he pushes his chair back and rubs his hands on his thighs, palms suddenly sweaty. “I like what we have. It works, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look forward to it or that I don’t miss you. But I just got back a little peace of mind and…” he pauses, clearly searching for the right word, “caring about someone…” he shakes his head, reaching to wrap his hand around his beer bottle. “...Loving me, even with Chuck gone, it doesn’t make it any less of a death sentence. So please don’t say it.”

You reach across the table for his hand, clenched around his beer, but he’s quick to pull back. “Dean,” you choke out, the remorse you feel slipping from your eyes in a single tear. “I’ve met someone.” 

He stares at you, mouth agape, not sure that he heard you correctly. 

“It’s still new,” you continue, rushing to explain as your tears spill. “But it’s going somewhere. Somewhere great, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

Of course, you haven’t been sitting at home waiting for his sporadic visits. You’ve been out living your life as you should be. The possibility of meeting someone else, someone you could say those three words to, and it be a life sentence and not a death sentence, had occurred to him more than once. It poked at him like a swarming gnat, knowing you deserved to find someone better than him, but selfishly, he swatted at it until it went away. 

He’s holding his breath and will get light-headed soon if he doesn’t find the ability to breathe again. 

“Dean,” you coax, “say something.”

He feels as if you’d blindsided him, come out of the left field, and taken his legs out from under him. Now he’s on his back, the wind knocked out of him, and waiting for the feeling in his limbs to return. 

Abruptly he stands. He sees the panic in your eyes and knows what’s coming. As you plead, “Don’t leave,” he says, “I gotta go.”

He strides quickly toward the door. You call his name as he goes, but he doesn’t stop. 

He rushes out your front door, leaves it open, and as he reaches Baby, he has a singular moment of wondering what will hurt the least - holding on or letting go.

“Dean, please,” you call from the door. 

He slides behind the wheel, deciding to let go.

Part 2 - The Right Guy On Paper.

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[mxtantrights]

how does dick grayson act when hes jealous 😋😋

a/n: thank you for sending this in anon!! I can't tell you how much I love you for it. this was really fun !!!! <3333

Dick Grayson doesn't get jealous. Or so you think. It's just that-he''s Dick Grayson. What would he have to be jealous about? He's got a great smile, a flirty personality, a nice ass, people flock to him with the bat of his eyelashes.

So sitting across your date for the night, you didn't expect to see Dick Grayson just a few feet in front of you at the bar. He didn't exactly make himself discreet either. He's turned right to you, eyeing you up.

You look back to your date.

"Do you think this date is going well?" you ask straight up.

They look at you, a bit flabbergasted at the brutal honesty of your question.

"I mean, I would say it's going to my liking. Wha-how is it going for you?" they ask.

You smile and shrug, "It's going well. It was."

"Was?" they ask.

Dick Grayson grabs his drink and downs it. Its chilling to see. Chilling and also hot. You didn't think he was the type. The knock 'em back because I'm Jealous type. The jealous type.

"Yeah, because I've got a feeling that we won't be seeing each other again." you answer.

"Wait is this some new tactic to let me down? If so you can just tell me. I can take it." they reply.

You shake your head, "Its not a tactic, but there's this guy I'm also seeing. He just walked in."

"Ah, so I lost out." your date says.

You look at them. If you hadn't met Dick Grayson this date would be going exceptionally well. You'd be laughing, having fun, not worrying about some other guy who has your attention.

You originally didn't think about this date as a date.

It wasn't until you woke up last weekend and got a text from an unknown number. One of your friends had sent you your date's number and picture thinking you would be interesting.

Not knowing that you were wrapped up in the sheets with Dick. Who, also happened to the message. And that fueled another round with him that was exciting and passionate. All for him to say that you should go on that date, ya know since the two of you weren't official.

His words.

You weren't necessarily trying to make him regret his words. You were trying to bend yourself to them actually. Because he was right, you aren't official.

But Dick Grayson sitting at the bar a few feet from your date? That wasn't casual.

"But be honest, did I really charm you enough for a date or was there another reason?" you ask them.

They sit back in their chair with a sad smile on their face.

"You caught me. Yeah. This would be my first date after a long relationship." they answer.

"You could always say it was good. Because it was. I'm just not..." you trail off.

"not available." they finish off the sentence for you.

"Yeah." you answer simply.

"That's okay. I can pay for the bill and we can just end it here." they say.

They hail down the waiter and ask for the bill. But somehow, your bill has been paid. Your eyes dart back to Dick at the bar. He raises his glass towards you.

"Wow, I guess this is some sort of lucky / unlucky date." they joke.

You laugh at that. And then your date gets up from their seat, and bids you goodbye. You say the same and sit back in your chair. Waiting for the inevitable.

You reach into your bag for your lipgloss. As you grab it and take it out, you don't pay attention to the sound of the chair in front of you moving. You reapply your lipgloss.

"Fun date?" a voice asks.

You look across from you. Dick.

"yeah. you having a nice night?" you ask him.

Dick grins and takes a swig of his drink. It's almost down to the bottom. You can't tell if he got another one before he left the bar or not.

"Not really no. I pushed the one person that makes me happy into something because I got scared." he admits.

"Scared of what?" you ask.

"Scared of happiness. I realized how happy you made me and I didn't want to ruin it, but I ruined it anyways. I'm so so sorry for doing that to you." he explains.

You nod your head.

"So I'm so irresistibly charming and I make you so happy that you crashed my date, paid the bill, and apologized for the whole thing?" you least lightly.

Dick shakes his head, "I shouldn't get your forgiveness. I mean I deserve to be put on time-out or put in a corner."

"You're a grown man, Dick. I'm not about to do that to you. I just want you to know what you want." you say.

"I want you." he says effortlessly.

You smile, "Good. Because I'm not seeing anyone else."

"I haven't see anyone else since we first kissed." Dick admits.

[sh4wty18]

based off the “driving with chris sturniolo” video Larray did with chris expect he talks about reader in a part of it; reader is dating chris and Larray does “driving with y/n” and they talk about stuff and Chris’s and hers relationship (shes also a YouTuber and lives with chris, Nick, and Matt). And then in the comments everyone is freaking out about how they both talked about each other.

in the car.

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader.

summary: same as request.

cw: fluff, nothing else.

word count: 985, not edited.

“So when did you and Y/n get together, huh?” Larray asks slyly, a smirk creeping its way onto his face.

Chris blushes and chews on his bottom lip, “Fuck you, dude,” he giggles, swatting playfully at Larray’s arm.

Larray laughs as he flicks on the turn signal, “Tell the camera, Chris. All the girls wanna know.”

“Well…” Chris starts with a giggle. “Um, we sorta just ran into each other one day a few years ago–she’s obviously a youtuber too. And so we started talking… and became friends, she moved in, and eventually, I guess it just turned into something more? I don’t know. I really like her.”

“Yeah you guys are too cute,” Larray says. “Do you guys like being PDA or no? I think everyone’s seen that video of you two making out at Tara’s party…” he says in a sing-songy voice, grinning again.

Chris covers his face with his hands, “Fuck, I know,” he groans. “That was a wild night, for sure. But um, no, usually we’re pretty private. I love being near her, you know? Like we don’t have to be doing anything to have fun, we can literally just sit on the couch on our phones and it’s enough.”

Larray’s eyebrows furrow and he forces a fake gag noise, “Ewwww, happy straight couple!”

Chris laughs, before Larray is already off to the next topic of conversation.

—

“Alright, so today I’m driving with…” Larray points at you with both hands, awaiting your introduction.

“Y/n!” you say gleefully, waving to the camera with both hands.

“So last week, I drove around with someone who I think means a lot to you. Do you know who that was?” Larray asks with a smile.

“I do!” you respond, “I watched the video as soon as I saw it, Larray. You know I’m your biggest fan.”

“Of course, of course,” Larray says with a hint of playful sarcasm. “So yes, I was with Christopher. And I asked him a few questions about your guys’ relationship.”

You giggle, “I saw, it was so cute.”

“So I figured, it’s only fair if I ask you the same.”

“Sounds fair enough,” you nod.

“So how is it living with the triplets?” Larray asks as he turns onto a busy street lined with shops.

“Hmm,” you think of how to answer his question. “They’re gonna clock me for hesitating,” you laugh. “Um, it’s really great. I’ve been friends with them all for years, so like, it wasn’t hard to live with them. It really makes paying rent a lot easier. It got a little awkward when Chris and I first started hooking up because Matt and Nick could definitely tell and didn’t wanna make it weird.”

“Hooking up?! Wait so you two started off as friends with benefits? In your own house is crazy,” Larray laughs, but the shock is written all over his face. No one would expect you or Chris to be the hookup type.

“Well, it was more like… we both knew there were feelings there, right? Like we knew we wanted to be a couple, but I think we were worried, you know, about living together and with his brothers. We didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had. But eventually we got tired of pretending there was nothing there. So kind of, in a way, we started as friends with benefits. But that only lasted like a week before we made things official. Just ‘cause one day, Matt and Nick sat us down and were like ‘you guys know it’s okay if you want to be together, right? we both know you guys like each other, it’s obvious.’ And so, after that we made things official.” You nod, remembering the conversation with your three best friends so clearly.

“Wow, that’s the first I’ve heard of this,” Larray says in even more shock.

“Well, we are pretty private. But anything for you, Larray.” You stare directly into the camera for a moment, “Sorry baby, I know you’re gonna watch this and be embarrassed.”

“Not the pet name,” Larray rolls his eyes jokingly. “Okay, so how is the relationship going? Do you feel like you can balance your romantic relationship with your friendship?”

“Yeah, definitely. He’s been my best friend for longer than we’ve been dating, so in a way, he’ll always be my best friend. It’s just now there’s more to it. I like it better this way, though. I liked him for so long before we got together, it was so embarrassing.”

“Oh, well Christopher was down horrifically for you too, by the way.”

You giggle, “I know he was. He made that very clear when we had the conversation.”

“What’s your favorite thing about him?” Larray asks.

“His kindness. He’s genuinely the sweetest person I’ve ever met. He never judges. He’s caring. He’ll drop everything to be there for his loved ones. He’s the most loving brother and friend anyone could ever ask for, and he’s the most considerate boyfriend I’ve ever had. I just love him so much, I love everything about him. It’s hard to choose just one thing. He’s perfect to me,” you smile, and a slight pink hue covers your face.

Larray moves on to another topic after that, and leaves you thinking about how much you love your boyfriend as he does. Later, when the video is posted, all of the comments are freaking out about how cute you two are.

user1: OMG THEY BOTH TALKED ABOUT EACH OTHER😭😭

user2: they’re actually my fav couple of all time

user3: the way they talk about each other is so genuine and sweet. it’s so hard to come by a love like theirs these days :)

user4: i love them (even tho ill always be a little jealous of y/n lol)

user5: BRO WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP LIKE CHRIS AND Y/N😔

hope you enjoyed <3

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pics from pinterest

[otomiyaa]

Tsukishima & Ticklish Reader

Platonic + 50. “So why don’t we see who’s more ticklish?” Requested by @wertzunge for my 1K Followers Event🌻

"HAHAHAHA! Nohoho- ahahahack! Quihihihit- ghahaha!"

....That was his voice, right? Tsukishima Kei? Wow. What a way to come home. You slowly entered your apartment, taking in the hysterical sound of his contagious laughter.

Usually your roommate Tsukishima was the one who got home later since the museum where he worked nowadays was a bit further away from home.

Usually he was the quiet type.

Usually he never even laughed much...

But this. This was really something else.

Your eyes widened to see him sprawled on the kitchen floor of your shared apartment. His brother Akiteru was tickling him! To death!

"Brohohother! I'm so sohohorry-ahahaha!"

"Huh, what was that? Say that again?"

"SOhoho-rrahahaha!" You had never seen him so happy (?!) before, with a huge smile on his face, tears sparkling his eyes from laughing so much, his arms wrapped around his own stomach and his feet with those geeky dinosaur socks kicking hysterically.

Tsukishima was really laughing like this. Adorable.

"Plehehease!" he begged. Akiteru was merciless and continued to tickle his ribs and armpits.

"Right? I think you've learned your lesson then. Oh!" He finally noticed you had come home, and you waved awkwardly at him. Akiteru got back up and greeted you.

"Hi there! You see. Little ticklish Kei here was so nice to show off that bratty attitude again to his big bro. And that while I went out of my way to pick him up from work and give him a ride home."

You covered your mouth and smothered a laugh. "I s-see," you giggled.

"He's an adult now, so he shouldn't act like a brat. Or else, I show him how we deal with brats. Right? If he ever gives you an attitude, remember that!"

He bent down and ruffled Tsukishima's hair, then winked at you and excused himself. You were too flabbergasted to even offer Akiteru a drink and some nice hospitality, but looked like he was busy enough.

"What are you grinning for?"

Tsukishima's sudden cold remark made you jump in surprise, and you looked at him. Within mere seconds he had gotten back onto his feet. His cheeks were still slightly flushed, but instead of that huge smile, all you could see was this cold and serious expression you were so familiar with.

"Geez, that Akiteru," Tsukishima sighed, not even waiting for your answer. He opened the fridge and took out some cold water, recovering from the tickle attack by drinking some.

Looking at him like this you could hardly imagine that....

"Pfft!" you accidentally snorted as soon as the fresh memory of Tsukishima getting wrecked on the floor flashed before your eyes.

"Hmm?" He glanced at you. "What's so funny?" he asked again. Was he that clueless or was he just playing dumb?

"I never knew you're so...."

"So what?"

You really had a hard time fighting the uncontrollable giggle fit, but you didn't want to embarrass him or piss him off by laughing into his face!

"S-s-so... So...." Maybe you shouldn't say it after all, but he was staring at you with such a serious and demanding look. Which only made it funnier, and scarier.

"Ticklish... Hehehe," you giggled sheepishly, covering your mouth.

"Huh?" Tsukishima put down the water bottle and suddenly approached you. You jumped back in surprise until your back hit the kitchen counter.

"Me, ticklish huh? What a rude claim."

You literally just saw it! How could he- gah! He came at you, trapping you against the counter, and you were surprised when you suddenly felt him poke your side.

"So why don’t we see who’s more ticklish?" he said. Eh! This was never about th-

"HEhe! Hahahang on, t-that's not necessary-hehehe!" you laughed, trying to break free, but he caged you in effectively and tickled both your sides. This was what you got for laughing at him!

All the pent up giggles you had been fighting back just now came flowing right out of your mouth, and you couldn't stop them. Not this time.

"Tsuhuhuki-gahaha!" Your knees gave in, but he merely followed you down. Despite being his roommate for quite a while, you continued to learn new things about him. Like how he wasn't the type to blush and lock himself in his room after his brother embarrassed him like that in your presence.

No, to your surprise he appeared to be the type that wouldn't accept getting teased without some retaliation. And you were barely teasing him! This had to be his way of dealing with his embarrassment.

"I'm sohohhorry! I wahahasn't lahahaughing ahahat you!" you lied through hysterical laughter. You rolled from side to side, but he broke through your weak defense with ease and tickled your sides and tummy without mercy.

"You sure are laughing now," he said sarcastically. Pffft! He was mean! Wicked! Evil! You tried to yell something but could only laugh and squeal.

Until finally you did manage to form another word. An important one.

"HAHA-MEHEHERCY! M-merceehehehe!" you begged. You hadn't even considered how ticklish you were before snickering in this ticklish guy's face.

"So, mercy you say hm?" he sighed. He wiggled his fingers once more over your stomach, making you shriek, and then he finally got back up and sighed, stretching his tall body.

"Don't you remember anything my brother did, or said. Rather remember this." To remind you, he bent down again and squeezed your sides one last time. The scream errupting from you startled you both.

To your surprise, he chuckled, and there was even a fond and gentle-looking smile on his face.

"I actually also never knew. That you're so ticklish." Then looking satisfied he finally left you alone so you could wheeze and squirm like an exhausted worm on the floor.

That guy! But that was a genuine smile he gave you, not caused by tickling.

And although he just tickled you to death, you felt like the little surprise encounter with Akiteru caused you to grow even closer to you usually cold and bitter roommate!

[nevarroes]

hi, new to this blog - just want to say, im absolutely obsessed. you art is incredible, both in skill, and clear love for your work. im so enamored by these two. i scroll through your art tag and just - wow. i love how each time you draw him, he gets bigger. i love the tenderness, eroticism, and also love in each drawing.

however, being as new as i am, i feel a little behind on the lore behind these characters (your lore, i mean. not canon lore haha) i tries finding a post perhaps with some backstory but i can't, so i hope you don't mind answering my question if someone's already asked it/you've already talked about it.

what's the story behind gortash gaining weight? as in, (apologies if im awful at explaining) is it a clear feeder/feedee relationship, or is the weight gain just a side effect of cas feeding him a lot, and he just kind of accepted it? i hope i explain this well, english is not my first language haha.

Hi, first of all thank you so much, it truly means a lot to me that there's still people like getting interested in them and all!💜 I've covered some of this in older asks (like ages ago, I admit) but more than happy to summarize it again here

So to Cas, it’s not about the fetish—he’s not generally into fat people or the kink at all (quite the opposite, actually). It’s more about control and the damage done, if that makes sense. Cas wanted to have power over Gortash, hoping it’d both ruin him in a way and make him unappealing to others, maybe even make him dependent on Cas. Physical attraction wasn’t really the factor in the beginning, Cas was just obsessed with Gortash and by nature he’s not capable of "mild" feelings like some simple crush. Even before Gortash got fat, it’s not that like…. Cas found him irresistibly attractive or something, that was never the actual thing

It wasn't obvious from the get-go either, Cas began by inviting him to eat more and over every business they discussed, subtly enabling him without even really knowing himself what he was trying to achieve. Cas holds himself to an extremely high standard when it comes to fitness and nutrition (I’ve mentioned this before but he has a horrible relationship with his body and eating considering his past as an incubus and trying to live up to certain things. It's an eating disorder if we want to be real, but its a bit different since when in the Hells he doesn’t technically need to eat). Cas usually finds people who let themselves go gross and undisciplined, but Gortash was viewed differently by him. He wasn’t fat before either (probably wouldve made Cas absolutely not interested anymore), but he ate a lot of junk and was excitable by a good meal, which seemed strange for a man that Cas considered to be oddly similar in behavior to devils. Gortash still didn’t that eat much though, since he prioritized work and would often forget to eat (before Cas that is)

Cas found this intriguing more than anything—how could someone like Gortash, who carries himself the way he does, have a slight weakness for something as trivial as food? So, it became a bit of a game, seeing how far he could push Gortash. He realized he could go pretty far, Gortash even let Cas influence him to the point of discomfort and physical weakness. U know, overeating until he was clearly not in the position to fight back and if Cas wanted, he could exploit that.

Gortash obviously noticed what Cas was doing too but since he couldn’t find a logical explanation for it, he allowed it to continue, out of curiosity more than anything. he didn’t care much about getting a little fat and he knew he would, but his power to him was always in his intellect and words, not his physical form. Early on he made some snide comments too, like asking if Cas was trying to make him fat to take his power and telling him how it was a rather inefficient tactic. But Cas never stopped, and Gortash let him continue. In a way, it was some twisted gesture of affection from Cas too… he doesn’t seem like the type who’d go out of his way to keep someone fed or remember their favorite treats and then attempt to send 10 deliveries of it, yet there he was. And Gortash, though he’d never admit it at the time, enjoyed having someone "show up" for him and him personally instead of his power or his work, in some strange way😖

Over time, it just kind of progressed further into the whole feeding thing. Gortash didn’t feel the need to stop since he saw how much joy it brought Cas and it wasn’t hurting him in his eyes. So it got to the point of Gortash allowing him to hand feed him and all too and well… yeah. Cas found the whole thing turning him on too of course, not just because of what it did to Gortash’s body, but because it was something Cas caused. It showed the control he had over Gortash—proof that his influence wasn’t just in mind games or his imagination—in a physical way. I wanna say that it still is definitely genuione attraction, it’s just a very specific… scenario that developed out of Cas’ obsession with Gortash mixed with his destructive tendencies and abosolute horrid relationship with body image and stuff. So… its not that Cas is into fat people or would have this kink with anyone else, it’s that he’s into Gortash, and he wants to "possess" him completely

I went further into detail about like… a few topics related to this in past asks but i can’t link them all as it really depends what ur curious about! But here’s the tag pages in case you didn't see them, I do try to tag everything that might be interesting at some point so it's not sorted, more of a "if you get bored you can scroll through it" thing😩

gortcas lore

gortcas nsfw lore (a lot of shit here but the blog got censored, there's a new tag on my side blog now but most info is here)

[nrdmssgs]

Oh don't think you should worry about not using perfect German. Fanfics are for fun, seeing German in it is more like a bonus so i think it's fine as long as we can enjoy them! But thanks for the disclaimer :) i am so ready for that drabble btw 🔥 also as i promised a few days ago... May i make a fluff request? Insecure f chubby reader with your version of König. The kinda awkward, sweet, timid guy trying to comfort her. Add your own twist, i trust you with this! Pls ignore if this isn't ok. Thanks :D

Masterlist Comforting series: Soap comforting reader Price comforting reader

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Pairing: König x reader

Summary: Your old friend is happy to spend a free day with you. But one little memory haunts you.

TW: Mentions of bullying, mentions of rejection of ones body image.

The short trill of a smartphone is muffled by your jeans and t-shirt lying on top of it. You keep staring at your reflection in a fitting room mirror. Distant voices, shop ambient music, echoes of steps - you don't hear anything, but your rushing pulse. 

Because right now you are a teenager again. It's first day of school, and you are happy, for the first time genuinely happy to be back. You've grown so much taller this summer, you've got a bit of a suntan and all those incredible new clothes! You just can't wait to meet your classmates as this new beautiful girl, they have never met before! You find familiar faces in the crowd in front of the school, make your way to them and loudly (unusually loudly, but this is the new you, who will never be shy again) say hello. First gaze falls on you, then a second, a third... and then they all turn in your direction. Something inside you shudders and shrinks into a helpless, desperate lump. They all grew up too and overtook you again. You look like a funny chubby baby again compared to them... What about their outfits? You thought you'd only wear something like that at the end of college.

"Wow, look who is adulting here, is that an above knee skirt on you?" You don't like the fake affectionate tone your classmate uses to address you. “But your mother didn’t tell you that you need to grow up, not grow wide for such clothes, sweetheart?”

How many years ago it was? Ten or fifteen already? And it still hurts. You look at your puffy thighs. “Shapeless!” - screams an angry voice in your head. Your gaze lifts to the curves of your belly and waist. “Vulgar! Too much!”. You raise your arms and look at the shoulder muscles stretching limply down. The dress you are trying on right now in a fitting room is so pretty, you are ashamed, you discredit it with your body. It is made not for you, you should have known better than trying on something so beautiful, light and airy. This fabric should flow easily over the body, and not wrap around every fold. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the plaintive squeak of your smartphone. You take it out from under your clothes and open a chat. “Are you ok? Do you need anything? I can bring you water or some other clothes in the fitting room.” (received 15 minutes ago) “Ah, sorry, it sounded like I'm pressing you. Take your time! Just please let me know, you are ok out there. I'm worrying.” (received 1 minute ago)

You frantically type in an answer, change back into your clothes and rush out of the fitting room. König stands before a pile of dark t-shirts and lazily picks them up one by one. “Oh no, you are not buying one of those here! I could get you a dozen on amazon for a price of one here!” You put on a jolly mask approaching him. “But those are fun! They have little cat footprints on the sides, look!” You start pulling him away from Ts, and he adds with a small smile, “I can always turn it inside out and no one but me will know..."

It's only when you two exit the shop, he understands it. “Wait, and what about that dress?” 

“What's about it?” you take your jacket from his hands and despite hot weather take it on.

“You've wanted it so much, you've been waiting for the day, you could finally get it. Why didn't you buy it?” He desperately tries to catch your hand, to make you go a bit slower and finally face him.

“Na-a-ah, it turned out not that great, so I changed my mind. Forget it, it's no big deal.” You play it cool, because you don't want to let him down. He is in the military, he goes through hell on every deployment, so not letting your insignificant problems affect his mood is the least you could do. 

“But, but you… you…” 

You don't let König go on with his thought and change the subject. For the rest part of the day the two of you wander through the quiet, sleepy from the summer heat streets. Walking in a buttoned jacket in the scorching sun is not easy, but you stubbornly pull him on and on whenever he offers to take it from you. In the evening, you find yourself in the park. He somehow manages to get you on the bench.

"Can I ask you something? Are you feeling well?" His gaze is full of anxiety and concern.

"Of course! I had a great day with a friend, we went out, we had a great time! And I saved him a lot of money by not letting him buy those T-shirts!" You chuckle, but then you see his eyes. "Why are you asking? Is something wrong?" “Well, yes… I'm worried about you. Something happened in that shop, and it eats me from the inside. You barely stopped today to breathe and rest, you refused to have lunch, you torture yourself with this jacket all day, although I can see how hard it is for you. Even now, you're sitting on the very edge of the bench, like there's not enough room for the two of us. You were so happy in the morning, but then... as if someone put out the joyful light inside you. And if it really happened there, in the store - I would like to know what happened. Whoever it was - whatever nonsense they've told you - I want to fix this. Because I hate seeing you silently suffer like that.” As he speaks, blush appears on his face. It's clear, he overthinks again, if his thoughts sound acceptable, being spoken out loud. König is always like that: a kind soul too worried to sound weird. If only he knew, how much comfort he brought you.

“I'm sorry, I'll be ok soon. Promise. It happens sometimes. I know, it's high time I learn to accept myself, it's just… I sometimes understand, how much work lays ahead to be able to finally… love all this.” You lightly squeeze your sides and smile bitterly.

“You mean, nobody said or done anything in the shop? It all happened inside?” His worrying gaze meet yours. And when you nod and apologize for your behavior, he calls you by your name and takes your hand. “Please don't beat up yourself for not feeling well about yourself. I want to show you something, may I? But you'll need to sit on the bench properly. It won't work otherwise.”

You nod and slowly lean back, till you sit fully on the bench. “I know, how it feels, when a small thought ruins everything. One moment you think, how some guy told many years ago, you'll never be a sniper and the next few days you show your worst results on firing range. Or you accidentally drop a mug, it falls and breaks. And all night after that, your parents chastising you for being so clumsy in an endless nightmare. But I have learned a trick, that helps.” 

Without letting go of your hand, he clamps in the fingers of the other hand a crimson bead of the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. “I name every bead and try to remember the names, when I feel down. This one for example is called ‘other people's opinions do not determine how well I shoot’. And this is ‘it was just a mug or plate or a vase, I can always buy a better one’.” 

You listen to him and smile. A trail of warm words, positive affirmations, he always carries with him: that's really wholesome. He lifts your hand and pulls the bracelet from his wrist to yours. "I want you to try. Give one of them a name."

You are thinking. Something that could calm you now... But what could be? König patiently waits, and you feel uneasy from the long pause.

"Let's try together, okay?" He touches one bead, and you feel the warmth of his fingers at your very wrist. "I'd call this 'I'm Enough. I don't have to look different to be loved’. Sounds good?” You look down on the bead, on sunshine playing on its smooth surface, and a smile blooms on your face. König notices that and grins widely. “Ok, now it's your turn!”

You take a next bead, look at it. There is a little scratch on it, which reminds if something, that left a little scratch on your soul a while ago. “This one will be ‘It's ok, it doesn't look on me exactly like on a model from advertising. I am still beautiful just as her’.” “You are more beautiful,” adds König in a soft voice. Then he makes you name another one, then another and another. Some of them are funny, others are deeply personal, there are some reassuring, but still sad. In an hour you reach the last one - big bead on the knot of bracelet. It has many scratches, so first you ask him, what was his name for it. “I'll tell you one day. Just… not now, ok?” He looks down for a moment, but then the smile returns to his face and König adds, “How about we go have dinner? I was too shy to admit it, but i'm starving.”

You feel that hate and fear let go of your mind. And with that comes hunger. “Me too,” you smile, looking at the bracelet on your wrist.

***

A few months later from that day, König is almost finally done with the last step of a big mission, he was deployed for. It was early morning, he and his squadmates headed on the last operation. König leaned back in his seat, looking somewhere up. His fingers involuntarily clutched at the center bead of the bracelet: the same as his old one, but a little darker. You gave him this one. König tried very hard to take good care of your gift, but now his tactical gloves scratched a large bead. His lips, hidden behind a veil, silently repeated the same phrase.

“Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen.”

“Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen.”

“Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen.”*

*Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen. - I will return to her unharmed and have the courage to ask her out.

[otomehoneyybearr]

The Day I Made a Friend

Book of memories Chapter 3

Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch4 | My First Dorayaki

Kagari: "You're weird."

Keith: "Huh?"

After the training—Keith, who had been rubbing his red eyes, tilted his head at Kagari's words.

Kagari: "You cry every day from the training. It's me who's making you cry."

Kagari: "So why do you keep talking to me?"

Kagari: "Most people would hate someone who puts them through unpleasant things, right?"

Keith: "Do you think you're doing something unpleasant to me?"

Kagari: "No."

Kagari: "But… crying means you're either in pain, sad, or scared."

Kagari: "I'm the one making you feel that way, right?"

Keith: "That's not it. I'm crying because of my own inadequacies."

Keith: "When I think about how I could have done better or how I made the same mistake again,"

Keith: "it feels like my chest is being squeezed, and the tears just come out."

Keith: "So I don't think you're the one making me cry. Actually, I'm really grateful to you."

Kagari: "Grateful?"

Keith: "You've put a lot of thought into these training regimens for someone like me."

Keith: "When I don't get it right, you teach me over and over again, staying with me until sunset."

Keith: "…You're the first teacher who's ever paid this much attention to me. There's no way I could hate you."

Keith: "If anything, I'm the one who should be disliked, for being so hopeless and crying all the time."

Kagari: "I don't dislike you. So don't cry."

Keith: "Oh, sorry… thank you."

Kagari wiped Keith’s tears vigorously with his sleeve, as if cleaning a window. Though it made Keith's eyes even redder, he smiled a little shyly.

Keith: "…Did it bother you when I talked to you?"

Kagari: "…"

Kagari: "I don't know."

Kagari: "…But it wasn’t unpleasant."

Keith: "...! Then, can I keep talking to you until you go back to Kogyoku?"

Kagari: "…Sure, I don't mind."

Keith: "R-really!?"

Keith smiled brightly, like a flower blooming, making Kagari take a step back. He unconsciously shook his fluffy olive-colored hair, expressing his joy with his whole body.

Keith: "I don’t often get the chance to talk to someone my age, so I'm really happy. Thank you, Sir!"

Kagari: "…Yeah."

Keith: "Hey, Sir. Can we talk for 10 minutes, or even just 1 minute? Is that okay?"

Kagari: "…Talk as much as you want."

Keith: "R-really? What should I start with?"

Keith: "I want to know about your favorite things, your brother, the types of cherry blossoms, what you usually do, and…"

Kagari: "I'll answer your questions… But drop the Sir.'"

Kagari: "We’re not training right now."

Keith: "Prince Kagari."

Kagari: "No ‘Prince’ either."

Keith: "Then… Kagari?"

Kagari nodded, causing Keith’s smile to become even brighter for some reason.

Kagari, having never experienced such a genuine smile directed at him, took another step back, looking at Keith with a puzzled expression.

Keith: "It feels like I've made a friend."

Kagari: "A friend?"

Keith: "Yeah. Just changing how I call you makes it feel like we've gotten a lot closer..."

Keith: "Oh, but when I say closer, I mean like the relationship between Kogyoku and Jade has increased a bit..."

Keith: "No, I know it’s presumptuous of me to think I could be friends with you!"

Keith: "I just thought that if we could be friends, it would make me really happy, so I kind of wished for it..."

Kagari: "...A friend."

While Keith nervously waved his hands around, Kagari murmured the word as if trying to get used to it, like he was hearing it for the first time.

Kagari: "...Being friends is fine."

Keith: "......"

Keith: "R-really? You'll be friends with someone like me?"

Kagari: "I don’t go back on my word."

Keith: "W-wow...!"

Kagari: "!"

Keith grabbed Kagari's hands with a speed rarely seen even during training, shaking them vigorously.

The unexpected strength made Kagari's body sway.

Keith: "Thank you, it feels like a dream."

Keith: "Can I still think of you as a friend tomorrow?"

Kagari: "...? Of course."

Keith let out a small sigh of relief and, as if he had remembered something, took Kagari's hand and led him somewhere.

Keith: "Kagari, there's a place I'd like to take you to."

They arrived at the kitchen.

Keith reached into a shelf and pulled out an item he had hidden, presenting it to Kagari.

Kagari: "This is…"

Keith: "It's called dorayaki, right?"

Keith: "I found it while I was out in town today and bought it."

Keith: "I thought it would be nice to celebrate becoming friends by eating them together."

Keith: "There's smooth red bean paste and chunky red bean paste, even though the taste is the same. Which one would you like, Kagari?"

Kagari: "..."

Keith: "Kagari?"

Though Keith called his name, Kagari didn’t move a muscle and just stared at the dorayaki being offered to him.

His gaze didn't seem to be one of indecision between the two types of bean paste, but it was enough to make Keith anxious.

Keith: "Maybe you don’t like these… I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before buying it."

Keith: "I got excited about trying Kogyoku’s sweets and forgot something important… I’m such an idiot."

Keith: "Wait, I have other things I bought, so you can choose from those—"

Kagari: "No."

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[deadpool15]

Experiment

"What did you say," I ask, looking at her laughing. I'm sitting here with one of my closest friends, smoking. After work, I've been looking for stress relief, and what better way to be calm and cool than weed. I'm surprised I managed to get Bada to agree to smoking weed. She doesn't really have an issue with it she just chose not to do it. Which I respect, so after the first offer over what seemed to feel like a year ago, I simply stopped asking. I didn't want her to think she had to smoke because I did. So I let it go. Until today, after she pulled up to my house to hang, she asked if she could take a hit.

It startled me. She simply smiled and asked again. And I had to ask her if she was sure cool with doing it. I had completely forgotten we were supposed to hang out while I was just chilling on my balcony staring at the stars. Sitting in complete silence, she finally spoke up again, "Come on, don't look at me like that. I just wanna know. Are you really gonna make me say it again?" I start to laugh at loud. Still taken a back by what she just asked me, it's weird especially coming from Bada Lee of all people. "You just practically asked me when I knew I liked vagina for sure. Sorry if I'm not supposed to be shocked." She turns her head, looking back at the city rolling her eyes playfully.

"It was simply a question Janna, don't go jumping to conclusions." I stare at her face for a while, looking for any sign of lie on her face. Before I sigh and decide to play into this weird conversation. Many may have thought at first glance that Bada was the gayest person you'd ever see. I mean shit I thought she was gay and my gay alerting system was never wrong well until I met her. She has both masculine and feminine traits, and it seems as if God took every step of his way to carve out every detail that was strictly for women. When I found out she was straight, I literally felt lied to. Then, I thought maybe she was simply confused and that thought distinguished when she started dating Howl, well until now.

"Are you attracted to women?" She tried to avoid eye contact with me after she heard the question, "Come on, let's go to my room." I told her as I grabbed her wrist and led her back inside the house into my bedroom. I Thinking maybe it would be better if she was comfortable with the situation. "So, have you found any girls catching your eye? And I mean in like a I wanna date or fuck her type of way not a, oo she is pretty. Even a straight person can acknowledge that a member of the same sex is good-looking, but do you feel a certain type of way?" She is caught guard by all the information I just laid on her and just says yes. "So you found girls attractive, or is there a girl in mind?" She turns away from me and moves from the floor to my bed and sits down while grabbing my pillow to hold.

"There is this girl. At first, I was questioning why I would like her like that because we don't really have a lot in common, you know. Like I'm a dancer, and she is a full-time student working her way to be working as an attorney. But spending time with her had made me feel things, you know. That not even Howl made me feel. It's scary if I'm being real right now. But I don't know." I look at her smiling in amazement for being able to actually express her feelings to me all in one go. With most people, they tend to sit there and beat around the bush to avoid telling people they like certain things. "Wow, you said you know like twice someone is down bad, I see. I'm not judging, though I'm actually quite happy you were able to admit all that. I'm proud of you."

She turns away, getting shy, while trying to distract herself by rolling up the pillow in her hand into a ball and hitting it. "Thanks, Janna. So now, can you answer my question? Maybe it might help me realize if I actually have genuine feelings for her." I stare up at the ceiling trying to remember the question she asked me until it eventually hits me. "Oo, ok, so I was like 13 years old. Spending the night at my close friends house for the first time. I mean, you know how my parents are, and she suggested playing this game of true or dare. While playing, somehow she dared me to kiss her, and I leaned in and just went for it, it kinda got a bit weird for us after that, but I started seeing women differently. Like, it wasn't just a wow she is pretty vibe anymore. I wondered how it would feel to date them. Then I dated a girl. While it was an experiment for her, it meant a lot to me. It did hurt when she didn't end up being into girls, though it helped me figure out my sexuality."

As I finished speaking, we just sat there in silence, I noticed that Bada was looking at me a bit unusual. It took a while for me to understand what was wrong. Had I said something? Though, when I caught her eyes dipping down to my lips and then my chest, only for them to get stuck there while biting her lips. I realized when was going on. So I just went for it, not thinking about the consequences. I grabbed her and placed it on my breast, making sure to hold her hand while doing it. "Bada, the girl were talking about. Do I perhaps know her? Or is it me, it's ok you can tell me?" She slowly gulps, but it seems she can't take her eyes off her hand. I move to take her hand off when she grips my breast, causing me to let out a whimper. "If I said it was, what would be your response?" I move closer to her and grab her other hand, placing it on my other breast. "I would say that means you're basically my girlfriend because I've been in love with you for a while." She looks uo at me like I've held the galaxy up.

The idea of someone looking at me with this much love has always been something I dreamed of. "Would you like to see them, you know, to complete your first gay mission." I say, gesturing to my boobs while laughing. She stares at me getting nervous again, she is so fucking cute right now. "You don't have to baby". "Oo, we are already on pet names. Someone is a bit bold. But I really want to, baby." I say while slowly moving my hand towards her neck to pull her closer. Our noses touching, yet is never feels close enough. We glance down at each other's lips before she speaks up again, causing me to smile. "Well, then baby, who am I to stop you." We both make our way to lean in, the kiss is so fucking good I forget we need air. She makes her way to move away, but I continue to make out with her passionately.

"Baby, wait, look, I've never done this before. Least not with a girl, but I really really wanna fuck you right now." She says while looking at me grabbing my hips with one hand still on my breast. I start to stare down at her hands before laughing, "I guess we have figured out what your favorite part of my body is, huh?" She is about to move her hand while shyly looking around the room. "Sorry." "No it's ok. I like having your hands on me." She then grips my hip, moving back in for another kiss. Only to stop again,"I remember I was promised a show." I smirk at her words. It seems she is getting more and more comfortable with her words. "Then a show you shall have." I move away from her stepping off the bed. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, I made my way to pull it off my hand while quickly turning around so she was facing my back.

I place my hands on my breasts, I am by no means insecure, though it's fun to tease her. I turn around to face her while making sure to make direct eye contact, and for the first time tonight, she can't look away from my eyes. It's almost like she is challenging me to look away. I keep my hands there for a while until she looks down at them. "Please, for the love of God, baby, don't do this to me right now." I slowly walk over to her. She's has moved towards the edge of the bed. Waiting with anticipation. I get on top of a lap while still looking at her eyes, refusing to me the one to break eye contact. Then I finally move my hands away. She looks down and groans and makes her want to grab them again. She is so excited and almost laughable. "There just boobs, Bada, you have them too. As a matter of fact, why don't you take your top off to so I don't feel lonely."

She smiles at me cheerful and grabs her shirt, pulling it off to reveal her sports bra. Then hurries to take it off as well. I'm left starstruck just like her. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And I'm not just saying that so you could keep your top off." She laughs at me before kissing me again, making her way down my neck slowly, "like the corny ass pickup line could stop me from fucking you." I look down and laugh, before a moan slips fron my mouth when she grabs my nipple in her mouth and sucks on it. I pull her hair to look back at me and start to kiss her lips again, "I fucking love your lips, your sexy ass is never gonna get rid of me now." She moves her hand and grabs my neck firmly almost choking me causing another string of moans to fly out my mouth. For someone who has never done anything with a girl, she sure is holding up better than me.

"Are you kidding me? You are on top of me like this is my best view. If anything, I'm gonna make sure to stay with your beautiful ass every day so I could thank God for having the balls to tell you how I feel. Now, baby, I'm wet, and you're dripping, so let's do something about that, huh?"

(Guys, I'm so proud of this story, like it has to be my best one yet. I'm so proud of this and so thankful to all of you who take the time to read and thirst over the entire cast of swf2. Thank you for reading my work bestiess. Also, yall nicknames that I've randomly decided to call yall is shawty. Yall are my beautiful shawtyyyysss 🫢🤭🤭)

[etclouie]

hi love! happy 600, that’s so cool! as you’re celebrating could you maybe write prompt 28 and 33 with tony dinozzo? they’re both from the 50 prompt list

˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; 28) "what time?" "wow, how romantic, i love my girlfriend and our fun dates" 33) "stop being seductive" "i was being myself, but okay" — from 50 dialogue prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, reader wears earrings and a dress, reader is also described to be wearing makeup/lipstick, tony being tony, tony being whipped, that’s it i’m pretty sure??

˚୨୧⋆。 a/n; i actually haven’t seen ncis in forever, so if this is heavily ooc im sorry😣

— celebrate 600 with me?

Tony was walking out the building when his phone buzzed in his pocket, his jacket loosely thrown over his shoulder. pulling out his phone and a smile tugging at his lips as he read your message. 

“what time?”

simple enough, he thought. 

you’ve been looking forward to this date since Tony said he managed to get this weekend off of work. 

just the two of you for the next two days. 

instead of typing back a reply, Tony called you instead. sitting in his car and listening to his phone ring, once and then twice before you answered on the third ring. 

“hey you”

his smile widened as he heard your voice, his shift seeming longer than it was and all he wanted was to be with you. 

“i’m coming to get you— be there in..”

he took a pause to check his watch, slowly reading the small hands before he brought the phone back to his ear to continue on. 

“twenty minutes”

laughing to yourself at his words, listening to the roar of his cars engine as he drove home to your house. 

doting around your shared bedroom as you finished putting together your outfit, something you’d hadn’t shown or mentioned to Tony. 

“don’t speed Tony”

you told while slipping on your earrings, your phone on speaker as it sat on your dresser. you heard the chuckle he let out, before following it with a rev of his engine. 

glancing at your reflection in the mirror above the dresser, letting your eyes flicker across your body and humming at the fit of your dress— knowing full well your boyfriend would love it. 

“i would never, i’m offended you’d even suggest such a thing”

he told, you couldn’t see it but you knew he’d have that all too familiar faux innocent look across his face. 

he stayed on the phone his whole drive home, content on listening to you getting ready. smiling to himself as he heard the familiar sound of you spraying your perfume, the same perfume he had bought you for your previous birthday that drove him absolutely crazy every time he smelt it. 

“where are we going again?”

he asked while tapping his fingers against his steering wheel, stopped at a red light and growing impatient the more he was away from you. 

“that fancy Italian place, remember? you know, the one with the romantic ambiance and the 'I'll make you fall in love with pasta' vibes?"

the noise that left his voice mirrored that of acknowledgement as he remembered the restaurant before he faltered back to his usual teasing tone. 

"wow, how romantic, i love my girlfriend and our fun dates"

his twenty minute drive passed by quicker than either of you realised, his terribly awful jokes and teasing keeping you company until he pulled into the driveway. 

the sound of his engine shutting off before the front door was opening had you eagerly waiting in the bedroom for him to come and get you. 

listening to his calls of your name as he made his way throughout the house before he slowly pushed open the bedroom door, his eyes widening at the sight of you. 

turning to him as he tossed his jacket onto the bed before holding his arms out, almost expecting you to curl into him. 

“look at you, you never told me about this little number”

he walked towards you as he spoke, his hands laying on your hips as he pulled you against his chest. 

one of his hands slid further down your body before you were peeling both of his hands away, lacing your fingers while holding your joined hands out to your sides. 

“you’re so pretty— this dress is stunning”

he told, pressing his lips to yours and unlacing your hands to cradle your face. pulling back before he could smudge your lipstick and giggling at the pout across his lips. 

shaking your head as he tried leaning in to kiss you again, untangling yourself from his arms and fixing up your appearance. 

feeling his eyes follow your every move in awe, practically salivating at the small sway of your hips— following behind you like a lost puppy as you walked out of the room. 

"stop being seductive" 

glancing over your shoulder to him and stopping at his words, gasping as he bumped into you at the sudden stop as his attention was on the sway of your hips. 

his hands coming to stop on your hips, his attention on your body and not on his steps as he pressed flush against you. 

dropping his head to rest on your shoulder before tilting it to meet your gaze, flashing you that toothy grin you fell in love with before mumbling out to him.  

"i was being myself, but okay"

eyes meeting his before you pressed a kiss to his lips, untangling yourself from his arms and walking out the house to his car— Tony following behind as if on instinct. 

as if the words weren’t setting properly in his head, he was asking you where you were going again as he was locking the front door. 

"so, where are we going again? you didn't actually tell me”

he turned back to you, now waiting by his car for him to unlock it. the flash of the cars lights indicated he did, but he stopped you before you could open your own door. 

opening the door for you and helping you into it, even making show of clicking your seatbelt into place before he stole a kiss from you. 

"Tony, i told you. the Italian place with the wine list that's as long as your ego."

he mumbled out a ‘hey?!’ as he pulled back to meet your eyes, pouting again. 

giggling to yourself as he stood upright again, carefully shutting over your door and rounding the car to get into the drivers seat. 

"i don't have an ego," 

he said, feigning hurt before he continued. 

"i’m simply confident. there’s a difference."

shaking your head at him and leaning over to kiss him again, hands soothing across his chest and working off his tie before undoing his top button. 

a smirk working its way onto his face as he watched you, happily letting you do as you pleased. 

“looks better without the tie, less work-y and more ‘i’m going on a date with my hot girlfriend who i love very much’,”

you explained softly, to which he laughed. he agreed, wholeheartedly. 

you were his hot girlfriend who he loved very much, that he also planned to propose to later that night of course. 

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[aectpen]

Warmth - heeseung x reader

m.list

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

genre: angst with happy ending

synopsis: you and heeseung see each other for the first time since you moved away and he became an idol

words: .9k

you took a stroll around the neighborhood you grew up in. you haven’t seen this familiar scenery in 5 years ever since you moved across the country. you remember that day like it was yesterday. you had come home from school exhausted, only to find your parents sat at the table with distressed expressions on their faces. turns out they had been quietly struggling with making ends meet. causing you all to have to move in with your grandparents on the countryside.

you felt tears welling up in your eyes, recalling the memories you made in this place. It made you feel like a kid again. even the air felt nostalgic. You could almost see your younger self running to the playground with your friends.

“yn? is that you?” you knew that voice from anywhere. it was lee heeseung’s mother.

lee heeseung, before he became a hot shot idol, was your very best friend. you two did everything together. your parents joked about you guys growing old together, that was just how inseparable you were. when you moved, you both were devastated, but promised to keep in touch. as the years went by, the communication became rare. it went from frequent calls and texts to calling and texting when big things happen to wishing each other happy birthday to complete silence. you haven't even texted him in almost 2 years.

“yes, its me. it’s so nice to see you!” you rushed over and gave her a warm hug. this woman acted as a second mother to you. she always treated you like the daughter she never had.

"you've grown up so well. your mother told me you've become pretty, but wow you are beautiful." she pinched your cheeks. "you have to join us for dinner. i won't take no as an answer."

you were hungry, and heeseung doesn't even live with them anymore, so this couldn't hurt.

dinner was running smoothly. his parents and brother created small talk involving recent news in our lives.

"i actually am moving back in the area with a friend for work."

"so, we'll definitely be seeing more from you, right?" his mom asked. "oh of course, i missed your food."

you were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

"i'm home!"

shit.

"heeseung, hurry, we have a surprise!" his dad shouted.

you absentmindedly straightened your clothes and stood up. you knew that Heeseung had quite the glow up himself. you love his group and frequently check up on what he is up to. even if your friendship grew stale, you always will feel the same about him.

feeling the same about him includes your secret decade long crush on him. you were the type to never, by any means, reveal that you had a crush on someone in fear of rejection. you painfully watched as he had girlfriends over the years and openly told you about his crushes.

heeseung’s reaction to you standing at the table was questionable to say the least. he had wide eyes but an unreadable expression on the rest of his face. his lips didn’t even twitch, making the situation very awkward as you held a half smile.

he didn’t say a word and sat down at the table. the air became unbearably thick. everyone silently eating, but you. you didn’t have an appetite anymore. before mentally preparing yourself, you apologized and said you have to get home to let your roommate in as she forgot her keys. a total lie.

you headed over to your childhood comfort place, the park. you sat on the swings and slowly swung back and forth. you didn't expect heeseung to run to you and hug you, but definitely didn't anticipate him ignoring you. it made you confused and feel like shit. you didn't do anything wrong. the both of you slowly cut communication, no one was at fault here, but time.

you heard a creek next to you and looked over to see heeseung on the other swing.

"i'm sorry."

you didn't respond for a while. "i understand. i'm sorry too." you understood that he may have felt overwhelmed by the nature of you meeting with him again.

"i just didn't know what to say. i didn't expect you to be there. i missed you." he continued swinging beside you.

"i know. your mom suggested i come over and i was kind of hesitant at the idea of seeing you that. i didn't know how i'd react." you stopped swinging and turned to face him. he looked comfortable in his oversized hoodie. you wanted so badly to just hug him. "i'm happy for you Heeseung. i'm glad you're living out your dream."

"i love you." he looked over at you, a singular tear gliding down his cheek, shining in the moonlight. this caught you off guard. he opened a floodgate of tears you held back for the years you have been apart. you got up from the swing and wrapped him in a hug, snuggling your face in the crook of his neck. "i love you too, heeseung."

the both of you pulled away, staring at each other wordlessly. he reached for your cheek and caressed it with the pad of his thumb. "you're so beautiful." the butterflies in your stomach were restless. You couldn't stop the grin from reaching your face. "you know, i've had a crush on you forever."

"yn, that would've been nice to know earlier than now." he laughed. oh how much she missed his smile.

his thumb still on your cheek, he slowly pulled you in for a kiss. the warmth you felt was unrivaled. your lips moved together as if they were meant to be. harmonious, and full of love.

you were definitely coming around more now.

[bordysbae]

can i get 11. "can i get your number?" with jack hughes?

“stood up”

jack hughes x fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

i made this in class so i apologize if it’s crappy ugh

recently you’ve been seeing this guy, and today is your guys’ third date. he’s a little flakey when it comes to dates, but throughout all of the rescheduling, you guys finally found a day that works. currently you’re sitting in the small cafe, waiting for the guy who was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago.

another ten minutes pass by, and at this point the waitress has come over twice already. you’re a little embarrassed due to the fact you’ve had to state you’re waiting for someone twice now. after ten more minutes of waiting, you decide to call him. he doesn’t answer, so you leave a voicemail, “hey adam, it’s been 25 minutes. are you on your way? call me back, thanks.” you sigh after ending the message. you notice these three men who seem to be around your age giving you pitiful glances, which makes you even more embarrassed.

“i feel so bad for her, she got stood up.” nico states. “me too, she’s really pretty. i think i’m gonna go ask for her number” jack says. this makes both nico and dawson almost spit out their coffees. “what?” dawson chuckles.

jack gives dawson a confused look, “what do you mean what?” “are you an idiot jack? obviously she’s waiting for someone, what if it’s her boyfriend?!” dawson replies. “well first, you don’t know if you don’t ask. second, if that’s her boyfriend who just stood her up, i don’t think she should be dating him” jack shrugs before pushing his chair back and rising up from it. nico and dawson each share a glance at each other, before watching the 21 year-old boy make his way over to you.

“excuse me?” he says, grabbing your attention. you look up from your phone stupidly expecting it to be adam, but who you’re met with is way more attractive. “yes?” you ask softly, not trying to sound rude. “may i sit?” he asks, and you nod in response. “i saw that you got stood up, and i think you’re really pretty so i wanted to come talk to you” jack says shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

your cheeks begin to turn pink, and you try your best to hide it. “oh thank you! i must say, you’re not too bad yourself.” you smile. “i’m jack, it’s really nice to meet you—“ “y/n. it’s nice to meet you too jack.” you blush.

after a bit of talking with jack and explaining the situation with adam, you discover he plays professional hockey which genuinely shocks you. “wow! i had no idea, that’s amazing! i guess i’ll have to start going to hockey games” you exclaim. “you better, i’d be more than happy to see you in the stands!” he smiles. “whens the next game?” “tonight, actually” “oh really? i think i’m free” you say, pulling out your phone to check your calendar. “can i get your number? i’ll buy you a ticket, i’ll make sure you get the best seat in the house.” he says with a cheesy grin across his face.

“you sure that’s the only reason you want my number, hughes?” you say, a smirk-ish grin growing on your face. “oh were doing nicknames now? jeez, let me take you out on a date first” he chuckles, making you laugh as well. “well i guess you’ll need my number to do that” you shrug, as you hand him your phone to type in his number.

he saves his contact and slides you your phone back, and you see ‘hughes <3’ saved. he hands you his phone to type in your number, and that’s exactly what you do. “i’ll text you the details on your ticket, then maybe we can catch a late dinner afterwards?” he suggests. “that sounds great! and really jack, you don’t need to buy my ticket” “oh i insist. but i better see you in the stands tonight, right up against the glass” “oh you will don’t worry, i’ll be your little cheerleader” you chuckle, and he laughs as well.

“alright then, it’s a date! the game starts at 7:00, so get there around 6:30. and i’ll have someone come find you after the game so we can head to dinner” “thank you again, jack” “of course y/n, i’m really glad i met you. maybe something good can come out of being stood up” “that’s true, it’s not everyday a professional hockey player buys you a ticket to his game and asks you to dinner” you blush, making jacks cheeks turn pink too.

“i need to get going, but i’ll see you tonight y/n!” he smiles before getting up to go back over to the two other boys from earlier, who you now learned to be dawson mercer and nico hischier. you smile to yourself as his friends hype him up over his successful mission.

maybe getting stood up isn’t so bad after all.

[acewoo]

～ 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶

Satoru Gojo x Reader

nsfw, flirting, oral sex, fingering, praise, fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

You and Satoru have been dating for some time and now, his birthday has finally come around. And boy were you planning to make it perfect. After all, it had to be after the absolute dream of a birthday Gojo had planned for you.

You were wrapping one of the presents you had gotten for him as a notification from your phone played.

Toru ♥️

Guess what day it is~

Of course, it was him who else would it be? You let out a small chuckle as you type a response

You

Thursday?

Toru ♥️

Don't tell me you've forgotten :c

You

Ofc I haven't, I'm just kidding Toru’

Happy birthday 🎁

You two continued to text back and forth for a bit before he said he had to go take a shower. At that time you had gone back to wrapping his presents along with writing a small birthday note. While the gifts you had gotten him weren't nearly as flashy or pricey as the ones he had gotten for you on your birthday, the note that you had thrown in and what would come after it would make up for it. Once the note was finished you lace it within an envelope, gather all his gifts and neatly display them front and center on your kitchen table. Your phone buzzes again.

Toru ♥️

Soooooo

When u coming over ;)

You

I'll come over soon toru dw

Js need to prep some stuff

Toru ♥️

Ok come soon tho

I don’t want to be all alone on my birthday

:<

Before driving to Gojo’s place you make sure you have everything ready. After confirming that everything was packed and ready you go into your room and change into the new mini-skirt Gojo had gotten you a week prior.

You

Coming over now

Toru ♥️

Was starting to think u wouldn't

You

I told you I had stuff to get ready

Toru ♥️

Not a good enough answer 👎

The text made you giggle as you unlocked your car to head over; Satoru really was a child trapped in a 27-year-old's body.

Upon arriving you're greeted by a very happy Gojo who opens his mouth before you can even get one foot in. “Took you long enough, I was getting so lonely.~” Rolling your eyes you step inside taking your shoes off. As you do Satoru takes notice of the large gift bag that had been attached to the side of your shoulder. “what's inside there?” he asks, already trying to peek inside it. Before he could though you quickly snatch the bag and respond.

“No peeking, you'll see soon enough” Satoru pouts as he shuts the door behind him. “I see you wearing the mini-skirt I got you,” he says in a much more flirty manner.

“Figured it'd be a good first time to wear it.” you hum as you bend over to place his gift bag on the table. Before you could turn back around, Satoru already had his hands firmly wrapped around your waist. “Keep doing stuff like that might also be the last time you wear it too.” his voice was low and was a clear warning. In which you challenge. “And why would that be Toru?~”

He leans deeper into your back, his lips lazing over your ear, with his breath going down your neck. “Oh so is that how we're playing?” his one hand starts tracing down your skirt as he teases the bottom of the trim. “Of course, I don't mind. In fact, I'd be more than happy to win against you…” his voice is dangerously quiet, and you can already feel the heat intensify between your legs.

“Satoru what abo-“ he cuts you off by pressing his finger from his other hand to your lips and hum “shhhhhh we’ll both enjoy this princess don’t worry.~” his hand then continues slipping further, till it rests under your skirt, his fingers teasing your panties. “I wonder, you're wearing the underwear I got you too?~” your cheeks flash red, giving him all he needed. “Wow I guess you really are eager to please me on my special day aren’t you?~” his fingers curl up in your underwear feeling your wet slick that had already been dripping out of your cunt.

As his fingers continue to explore he rests his lips on the side of your neck. “So fucking eager for me.” his fingers draw down your panties while his other hand reaches down to your waist. As his hand traces down you breathly speak. “T-toru.”

He hums “what is it?~” his thumb starts making circles on your cilt causing you to fold further into the table. “Come on, no need to be shy now.” His thumb presses a bit harder, just enough so the tips of his finger slip inside you. In response you let out a light whimper.

Satoru starts kissing your neck while breathlessly speaking. “So sensitive for me.” He removes his thumb and instead has two fingers slowly enter inside you. “You’ve been so quiet… it’s unlike you, yah know… I want to hear you dear.~” he’s pressed up against you more as his fingers begin to scissor inside you.

As his fingers continue to move inside your drenched walls, his other free hand removes itself from your waist and motions to lean you down against the table. And you comply. “So fucking good for me yah know that?” As he praises you his fingers reach a bit too far inside you when they curl cause you to moan in pleasure. Satoru had a slightly sadistic grin as he saw how much that affected you. So he did it again, and again, and again. Making you cum multiple times.

“T-Toru please- I can’t…. Take anymore..” you shakily let out. Satoru then takes out his fingers sucking your cum off them as if it was candy. “You taste so fucking good babe you know that?” He says completely ignoring your struggled comment moments ago. As he stops sucking on his fingers he then purrs in your ear. “You know…. Just that sample of you wasn’t enough…” Satoru wanted to eat you out right there. And hey, it’s his birthday so who are you to deny him of his wish… not that you could say much right now anyways.

Gojo then helps you get up only to slam you against the couch. He lifts you up to have better access to your pussy as your legs open for him. He wasted no time leaning in under your skirt to begin a cat licking your clit. The moans you were letting out was music to his ears. “So perfect for me…” he continues to eat you out and you could feel yourself getting close. “Toru- gonna c-cu” he cuts you off with a comment of his own. “Do it for me” and just like that your cum shit onto Gojos tongue which was still logged inside you.

Once your release is calmed down Gojo removes himself from your pussy looking down upon you. You were a panting mess and he loved it. He then gives you his signature childish grin as he speaks. “Soooo, can I open my gifts now” , having somewhat of a composure now, you throw the closest pillow near you at him. “This was supposed to be after you opened your presents dummy!”

“Awe but, you know I can’t help myself around you!” You sigh laughing. “Yeah yeah, happy birthday satoru.”

[experimentfae]

Finn mertens x GN! Reader

Oneshot

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You left Up-Ton to go visit OOO and right now you were loving it, you even found a little bar at the candy kingdom that have’s all types of creatures.

“What would you like? newcomer.” You looked to see a, dirt jar guy? I’m (y/n) I’ll have a (drink choice).” “On it.” He went to go make you’re drink you looked around the area more you then see an another human he walked around were you were but didn’t seem to notice you yet.

“Give me the usual.” “Has a tough day on another adventure?” Asked dirt jar guy “yep dirt root beer guy, me and Charlie fought these evil cactus monsters it was nuts.” Explained the man you assume is an adventurer.

“Let me get that started then.” Spoke dirt root beer guy you’re eye’s trained back to the adventurer “I know that you don’t know me, but can you tell me what are the good parts of OOO I never been here and it seems like you know you’re way around here.”

He smiled “no worry I love helping I’m Finn mertens.” This made your widen “you’re Finn?!” Wow you look just like Minerva.” He chuckled “yeah I get that a lot, what’s your name?” This made you feel embarrassed you forget to tell your name “oh right sorry I’m (y/n).” He smiled “that’s a nice name.” “Thanks.” He then took another gulp from his drink, then turn is attention back to you.

“I’ll tell you the goods parts, you already know the candy kingdom is a cool place to see, and there’s a bear kingdom they party all the time.” He continued to talk about each place you should visit, the more intrigued you became of OOO.

“Wow they all sound amazing, gonna take me a while To see it all.” He laughed “yeah I have been here all my life and I still haven’t seen it all.” We both chuckled at that.

“Here you guys go.” Dirt root beer guy handed you guys drinks “thank glob been dying for this.” He admitted gulping down the drink. You two continued to make small talk until you decide to head out.

“I gotta leave to my vacation house I’m staying at for now.” You then left the money on the counter “yeah hope to see you around.” He agreed watching as you left.

You traveled at some places Finn recommended than you saw Finn again at the magic market. “Wow (y/n) didn’t think we see each other so soon.” You felt happiness sore through you when you saw him which took you by surprise “yeah I’m glad to see you again, I’m surprised myself.”

He smiled “yeah it’s funny, I was thinking about you.” You blushed “you… were?” You saw him blushing a little too “yeah i wanted to get to know you more.” You smiled “well you can have my number.” Finn eyes widen and a smile grew on his face “y-yeah that would be mathematical.” You both told each other’s numbers.

“So wanna possibly buy some magical items together.” He suggested wanting you to say yes “yeah I’ll love that.” You too hang actually getting too know each other more, after the day you were pleased to get a magic rings and a cute guy’s phone number.

You and Finn have been talking over the phone for a couple of months you occasionally visits OOO you thought of making plans to move there, you felt that OOO was more of you’re life style you desire.

You looked at your phone to see that Finn was calling you, you put him as (bear man) due to his hat of course, you clicked the button to answer “hey Finn what shaking?” “Nothing much but I wanted to… ask you something, it’s cool if you don’t want to.” You grabbed the nail clippers beginning to clip your toe nails. “I need to know what it is to answer first.” You chuckled out he laughed as well.

“Right sorry um… I was wondering if you wanna but he said the last part quietly “Finn I didn’t hear the last part.” You were hoping it was what you thought it was, it was hard hiding you’re feeling these three months.

“I said if you wanted to go on a… date.” He seemed extremely nervous but your heart burst in pure joy “Of course I would love to.” “Wow awesome an about tomorrow on 9:00 at the drive in theater, sounds like a plan? “Yeah definitely.” You assured Finn “rad, can’t wait for tomorrow bye (y/n).” You smiled “bye Finn.”

When he hanged up the phone you immediately ran around your home, looking for a nice but simple outfit eventually you found a perfect outfit. “Nice this going to be awesome, let’s hope I don’t do anything cringy.”

Next day at 8:30 pm

You got on your outfit at you were heading around the woods looking for the place thankfully Finn told you the location, you see that you’re at the drive in movie theater already “I made it faster than I thought.” You looked around to see if you find Finn but you couldn’t, “it’s still early.” you waited seeing couples go into the theater. You looked again to see that it’s almost 9:00.

“What time does this movie start.” You whispered to yourself, while glancing around you found a sign that said movie starts at 9:15 you looked at your time to see 9:12! “Glob why is time going so fast!? Where are you Finn.” As if the universe heard your call you heard Finn yelling “(y/n)! I’m so sorry I lost track of time during a battle between me and this turtle snake monster hybrid!”

You looked to see Finn in a great outfit and he seemed to have something behind his back”oh what you got there?” He seemed to be in a daze looking at you “Finn?” This got him out of his trance “sorry you just really mathematical.” You felt your face begin to flush “I got you these.”

He showed you a… chicken bouquet!? “I didn’t know if you liked flowers but I know you like food, so I figured why not get you this instead.” You smiled you immediately knew that he was the one “no one has down this for me before.” You smiled noticing that the chicken was heart shaped “I glad you like them, we should head in the movie is starting.”

You both go in taking your seat on top of the truck, as you guys watched the movie, you and him were eating the chicken “these are good where did you get this from?” “Got them from this shop seemed to be selling romance junk.”

You hummed continued to eat the chicken until you felt Finn wrap his arms around you pulling you close. Your face flushed again not even realizing Finn got close, but you happily leaned your head on his shoulder.

As stereotypical as it was you genuinely felt like your stomach had butterflies inside, you wonders if his stomach felt the same. Before you two know it the movie was coming to an end and the chicken bouquet was completely gone.

“That’s was delicious but I definitely need something to drink.” “Yeah we should, there some slushy’s at the shop over there.” After the movie was done he’d you guys left to the shop.

You guys got your slushy’s “this hits the spot.” You groaned out thankfully they got your favorite flavor “you could say that again.” After drinking the slushy’s Finn had an idea “before you go I want to take on a small adventure.”

This surprised you “at this time of night?” “Come on, no worry it’s not dangerous.” Well you don’t have anything else better to do “alright Finn take me to adventure.” a smile grew on his face and he held your hand.

As you let him drag you to his next location you saw that you were at a pond “huh?” You looked around to see notice big firefly’s and Finn walked towards one “wait Finn I think you- he immediately grabbed the firefly without a second thought and shook it.

This bewildered you which could only make you watch the interaction, he stopped and you two watch has the firefly throw up raindbow fire that becomes rainbow glitter that seem to stay in the air around you.

“Wow what the Ba-nay- nay.” You whispered in amazement you then see Finn talks out cassette player “so what do you think?” He asked “it’s amazing Finn I didn’t even know you could do that.” He then begin to play the cassette and you heard it was a pretty romantic song. “Can I have this dance?” He reached his hands out waiting for your answer.

“Of course.” You blushed getting into his arms and wrapping your arms around him as well, You two dance while looking at the glitter that shimmered around you two. You Almost felt like this was meant to happen.

“Thank you for an amazing date Finn.” “No need to thank me I wanted to do this.” He stated. You didn’t want the night to end feeling happy that you knew, you found the one.

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[silviakundera]

omfg they're ridiculous. apparently the answer of why so much crossdressing in Kaleidoscope of Death is simply that a) disguising your identity is good strategy, b) for the drama asdfghjk

“Qiuqiu,” Ruan Nanzhu’s voice was cold. “Is someone making things difficult for you?”

Lin Qiushi looked at Ruan Nanzhu.

Right when their eyes met, Lin Qiushi suddenly understood. Lin Qiushi’s mythical inner drama queen took over his body. Sniffling back tears, he threw himself into Ruan Nanzhu’s arms, with an air of “oh look how wretchedly I was bullied.”

//

Ruan Nanzhu made a satisfied expression and led Lin Qiushi out by his hand.

At this moment, Lin Qiushi finally figured out the evil truth behind why Ruan Nanzhu had him play the role of a mute girl. If not for the fact that he had to stay in character, Lin Qiushi would at least be able to retort and poke a hole in Ruan Nanzhu’s sudden desire to perform. But as a person who cannot speak, by the time Lin Qiushi typed a quip back on his phone, Ruan Nanzhu was done with his performance.

Lin Qiushi finished his cup of milk and sighed internally. How evil is the human heart…

//

Wang Tianxin, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was wrong… big brother, I was wrong!”

He desperately pleaded, eyes imploring.

Lin Qiushi, “Who’s your fucking brother, Wang Tianxin, you bastard, remember this: if you dare harass me again, or tell anyone what happened between us right now, I’ll end you.” He bent down so that his mouth was by Wang Tianxin’s ear coldly said, “It’s not like it’s against the law to kill someone in here.”

Wang Tianxin trembled. He furiously nodded as if to say he understood.

Lin Qiushi let out a breath. He took his foot off of Wang Tianxin and smoothed out his clothes. In a short span of time, he transformed back to that small and pitiful mute girl.

Glaring one last time at Wang Tianxin, he turned around and left.

Wang Tianxin watched as he left, his gaze restlessly uncertain.

When Lin Qiushi arrived back at the dining hall, Ruan Nanzhu had already returned. Seeing him approach, Ruan Nanzhu asked, “Where did you go?”

Lin Qiushi typed on his phone: [That Wang Tianxin tried something so I gave him a beating.]

Ruan Nanzhu read what he had typed and smiled, “Wow, amazing.”

...[S]omeone in the group could not bear to see this any longer and carefully walked towards Ruan Nanzhu to inform him that Lin Qiushi was taken away just now.

Ruan Nanzhu, the bastard that he was, fell into dramatics again, and slammed the table in anger after that person had finished speaking. “He dares to touch my person?!” He then stormed off and soon came the sounds of Wang Tianxin’s wails and miserable pleas for mercy.

Lin Qiushi took a sip of water, pretending that he didn’t hear anything. Scums like Wang Tianxin deserved a proper beating to put him in his place.

//

Lin Qiushi wanted to ask Ruan Nanzhu what Dong Tianwen had meant, but his plans were compromised when Ruan Nanzhu pinched his jaw and whispered a warning, “Don’t go around seducing everyone. You are mine.”

Lin Qiushi: …Big boss, does putting on a drama truly give you such happiness?

Ruan Nanzhu, “Have you heard me or not?”

What could Lin Qiushi say? He could only nod his head, though with an expression that said ‘Whatever should I do with you’.

This fellow, Ruan Nanzhu, was giving him a gaze as if he was laughing even though he finished his lines with a very strict and professional attitude.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

CRANBERRY MY LOVE

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126 for Cranberry!!! You're gonna get a lot here haha

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“We’ll manage for two weeks, right?” Eddie teases. Something about the collective pronoun makes Buck feel very warm.

“Somehow, I suppose.” Buck replies a little theatrically. He turns back to stirring his pasta sauce. 

“With two weeks child-free, uh… I could…” Eddie starts, then trails off. 

Buck feels his heart rate jump a little. He looks back at Eddie. 

“You could what?”

Eddie takes a steeling breath. 

“Sorry,” he mutters. “This is hard.”

Is this actually happening right now?

“Take your time,” Buck insists.

Eddie nods, looking at the floor. 

“I almost died,” he says after a moment.

“You did,” Buck agrees. 

“I think… Well, I think there’s been a lot to remind me that life can be short, in the past year. Short and unpredictable.

Buck nods. Isn’t that the truth? 

“Anyway, I don’t… I don’t want to waste more time.” Eddie sighs. “Because, I could’ve… So… Jesus, I’m not doing this well.”

“You’re doing fine,” Buck insists. 

Because Eddie has to know that Buck knows. They both know. It’s just been a waiting game. 

Eddie takes another deep breath. 

“Maybe when Chris is away at camp we could go on a date.”

Buck smiles. “I’d like that a lot.”

Eddie finally looks at him. “Yeah?”

“I think you’re very aware the answer is yes, Eddie,” Buck tells him.

A small, coy smile plays across Eddie’s lips. 

“It’s not… I know it’s still a bit of a ways away, but I’d just…”

He feels safer about this when his son is away. Like he has the room to explore it, separately. Buck isn’t a parent, but he can empathize with that. Imagine it, at least. 

“Hey, I get it,” Buck reassures him. “And I’m happy to wait. Really.” 

Eddie exhales, relieved. “Thank you.”

It’s hard not to cross the kitchen right then and there and kiss him. He wants to so badly. But he resists, pulling his spoon out of the sauce and making Eddie taste test it for him instead. 

The whole rest of the night, Buck can’t quite keep a grin off his face. Summer can’t come quickly enough. 

iii.

It’s not long after that evening that, during the middle of a work day, Buck’s boss at Emergency Operations pays him a visit. Deputy Chief Carr is a stout, friendly man with a sort of buzzing energy. Buck likes him well enough. He’s good to work for; fair, flexible, encouraging. He’s not Bobby. But Buck doesn’t think anyone ever will be. 

Today, Carr tells Buck that they’re sending him home. Indefinitely. 

“With more and more cases of this virus popping up around the city, the Department has made the decision to transition as many employees as possible to a remote position,” Carr explains. “And that includes you.” 

Buck looks down at his prosthetic foot. It’s strange to think that he’s the kind of worker, now, that can be sent home. Relegated to an internet connection. There’s nothing wrong with it. He knows that. He’s done a lot of therapy to internalize that, to not connect his inherent worth to what his body is able to give. But it’s still an uncomfortable thought. He’s never been a work from home type of guy. Never great at being left alone with himself. 

“Alright,” Buck says. “When does this start?” 

“Tomorrow.” Carr says. “We’re going to get you to take your computer home tonight, and all other necessary equipment. Someone from IT will call tomorrow morning to make sure everything is running properly and securely at home.”

“Wow,” Buck exhales. He looks at Cranberry. He hopes she won’t be terribly bored. He’ll have to think of something else to do with her, if she’s not getting the same amount of work in. “Okay. Thank you, Chief.”

“Someone will be by with boxes,” Carr says. “GIve a shout if you need help carrying everything to your car with the dog.”

“Oh, yeah. Uh, thank you. I might.”

“Thanks for the flexibility, Buckley.”

And then he leaves. With him, once again, goes Buck’s entire sense of routine. 

A few hours later, as he’s pulling out of the parking lot with all the contents of his office in the backseat of the Jeep, Eddie calls him. Thank god. Buck could really use a minute to near-panic about this situation. 

“Hey, man,” Buck answers the call. “You will not believe what just happened at work.”

“Uh, hey. Actually. Do you have a minute to talk?” 

Buck frowns. Eddie sounds upset. 

“What’s up?”

“The LAFD is sending non-essential workers home,” Eddie says. “Did you hear?” 

“Yeah,” Buck answers. “That’s what I was just about to say to you. They sent me home. I’ve got a giant monitor in the car with me.”

“Active duty firefighters have to keep working unless they’re immunocompromised,” Eddie says. His voice is right. Like he’s fighting back some swell of emotion. 

“Right. That makes sense,” Buck says. 

Eddie isn’t immunocompromised. No one on the 118 is, as far as he knows. 

“Buck, I need us to switch.” 

“Switch?” Buck echoes. 

“I need…” Eddie sighs. “Would you switch with me? Stay with Chris?"