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Spotless: Pizzicato

Chapter Nineteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela, Dean/Cas (unrequited)

Other characters: Miriam Talbot (OFC Bela's mother)

Word Count: 2567

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, putting out other people's fires, and old baggage, unbeta'd

A/N: Castiel and Trouble's friendship is something I didn't realize she had been missing until he was in front of her. There are a couple of big truth bombs in this chapter and I hope I handled them respectfully. This is an AU and it is not indicative of this author's feelings on canon or any other fandom shipping practices.

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Posting on Dean’s instagram account was par for the course as the band’s publicist. You bothered to know what a hashtag was, for one. For another it also allowed you to check traffic on posts and actively moderate things to help the comment section look best for Dean’s image. Afterall, Dean trusted you, you weren’t going to leak anything or make him look like an idiot.

You were a goddamn professional and this wasn’t the hardest thing you’d done in the last year, but Jesus fuck were you pissed.

Dean hated tattoos. Really, he hated needles. He was black out drunk when he and Sam got their matching flaming pentagrams. He actually had a panic attack the next morning after realizing he let someone “sew ink” into his skin. By sheer force of will and through the bond of shared grief, you got him to go with you for Jo’s memorial tattoo on the tenth anniversary of her death. It was in your all-time top five ultimate Dean-Y/N memories.

And now it meant jack shit.

You edited and cropped the photos, sent two back to Bela to post on her account and then posted the lion’s share onto Dean’s, making him look like the diligent boyfriend while Bela was busy in the chair. You thanked Billie for taking care of “his girl” and made sure the shop was the location and tagged. You wanted to punch something, it looked so good. Then you sat back and let the interwebs do its job.

Okay, in actuality, you emailed about twenty different people, had a conference call with the tour management marketing team, scheduled radio station drop ins and followed up with Meg on the expected release of Dean’s photoshoot and interview. These days it may just end up online, but you hoped she was able to score him real physical print space.

It was just as you were winding down for the night, when your phone rang. It was past any reasonable business hours and you were already done with your skin care routine, but then you saw the caller id.

“Miriam! Hi!” You tried to sound pleasantly surprised.

“Don’t Miriam me, young lady. What is going on out there? Is it drugs? I thought we missed this stage when she quit acting for college. You’d tell me if this hoodlum was pressuring her into risky behavior wouldn’t you?”

Which was a lot to unpack right off the bat like that, luckily you had experience dealing with Bela’s mother.

“It’s just a tattoo. She’s not on drugs, I promise.”

“And what about this Dean? I knew they were seeing each other, but this seemed a bit more intimate— not exactly in the public eye.”

Oh, she was good.

“He’s not on drugs either. And—- he actually isn’t thrilled with tattoos. This might be all Bela, if I’m being honest.”

“Have you seen the things they’re saying? The things they’re calling her, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes and heaved yourself out of bed, you needed your laptop if you were going to continue this conversation rationally. 

“Let me look into it— what site were you on?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. Olivette, one of the boardmember’s wives, told me she read about it online during dinner.”

You inhaled deeply and started your usual rotation of sites, you’d have to add some new tags to follow Bela’s buzz more closely going forward. 

“And you’re sure this wasn’t just bad blood from Olivia? I’m not finding much besides general surprise.”

“It’s Olivette. And yes, I’m certain. She wouldn’t make me worry without a reason.”

And then you realized what you were missing, it wasn’t just People or TMZ you had to worry about. You went to Hello!’s twitter and you found what had Miriam Talbot’s friend in a huff. 

You started scanning the comments, gathering the most common complaints and judging their amount of influence via cursory glances. You did not know a lot of the news personalities or celebrity bloggers in the UK. You were going to have to meet with Bela and figure out a better approach going forward.

“Okay, Miriam, it’s almost eleven here. I know you probably called me as soon as you woke up, but consider me on the case. Alright? Bela’s fine and this is just a minor hiccup.”

“If you’re sure, Y/N, dear.”

You sighed. “Of course. I would warn you if there was anything to worry about. But please just let this run its course. You know how the tabloids are.”

“Unfortunately I do, that’s why I called. Please keep me updated if anything else comes up?”

“Will do. You have a good ni-day!”

“Goodnight dear— and thank you.”

You smiled at your lap. “Anytime.”

You let her hang up. Then you promptly pulled up your contacts list and warned Bela that her mother was sniffing about online and to call her at a decent hour. And finally, you spent the next four hours (or so) online until you had swam to the bottom of the cesspool and decided it wasn’t worth your time. At least not right then, not so exhausted.

Three days passed since the snobby UK gossip rags’ judgment rained down and, as expected, it had already just about fizzled out. You sat in a cafe with a quad shot flat white, waiting for your lunch date to arrive. Not truly a date, though it wasn’t a meeting either.

It was a diplomatic mission.

Then you spotted him and your stomach swooped, feeling the loss of his presence in your life all over again.

“Hey, Cas.” You stood and held your arms open for a hug, which he accepted with a timid smile.

“It’s good to see you, Trouble,” his gravelly voice murmured in your ear. He still smelled the same.

You pulled back and looked him in the eye, searching for anything but the sincere blue reality in front of you. He held no grudges, not with you, without even discussing it you knew he was still your friend. 

You then punched him squarely in the shoulder. “That’s for ghosting us all for the last nine months, assbutt!”

He grunted, and rolled his eyes. “I can accept that.”

“Good. Because I missed you. We all miss you.”

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows in challenge.

“So— heard you have a kid, huh. That’s —- weird.”

Castiel exhaled and shook his head. “Who told you?”

“What? Nobody. I have eyes. And spend enough time online to draw some conclusions.”

“Kelly told you.”

“She didn’t have to. She’s amazing by the way— are you a thing now, now that you know he exists?”

Castiel looked affronted. “Me and Kelly? Oh, no. That was a teenage mistake. We were young. And we’ve both matured into vastly different people. But I respect her and I think— I hope I’ve earned her trust.”

“Tell me about him—- he’s what? Twenty-twenty one?”

“He’s twenty three and very talented. Kind, impossibly optimistic even.”

“Yikes, tough combo out here.”

“Tell me about it.”

You shared a look and he smiled at you like he knew what you were thinking about. Like you were reliving the same joke.

You blinked away the sting in your eyes.

“Go get your dark roast and get back over here, we’ve got things to discuss.”

His eyes softened, but Cas didn’t argue with you.

You sipped your drink and tried not to let all of the questions that had been building for months run away from you. He was back both too quickly and too slowly. You cleared your throat, the awkwardness you had been fighting back rushed to the surface.

“So— I presume there is more to you calling to get lunch. Not just asking about Jack and goading me about my latest tattoo?” Cas wasn’t one for small talk.

You nodded and swallowed around another perfect mouthful of milk and espresso.

Castiel’s face went through a journey when you didn’t quickly reply. “He doesn’t want to see me—- he made that quite clear.”

“And what about since everything?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know Dean’s called you. He might not have been big enough to actually apologize in a voicemail, but I know he wants to fix things— he misses you as his friend, too.”

“Then he should be able to suck up his pride and make the effort,” Cas snipped, the first sign of the lingering anger from his and Dean’s fight.

“I haven’t exactly seen much of your effort. Do you not want to fix things?--- And I’m not talking about coming back to the band— that ship has sailed. I’m talking about twenty years of friendships you just walked out on.”

Cas stared at his coffee, his eyebrow ring arched with his bitchy expression. He hated being corrected, you knew that. But this had gone on long enough.

“I’ve spoken with everyone but Dean,” Cas explained. “It’s not perfect, but it’s progress.”

“You never spoke to me,” you spat.

Cas’ eyes softened again. “I always knew where your loyalties lie, you took your time, too.”

“Wait— even SAM?!”

“Sam and I haven’t lost contact this whole time.”

You sucked in air. “Oh, he is so dead.”

“Y/N. It wasn’t like we were plotting or anything. He was worried about me, I was worried about Dean.”

“Yeah, but if Dean knew—”

“Ask Sam, but I don’t think he could hide anything from Dean if he wanted to.”

You knew he was right. Ever since Sam got sober, transparency had been something Sam put into his closest relationships anyway. Beside Dean being ruthless and stubborn, well, you supposed Cas was right. 

“Why do I feel like this band just doesn’t want me to be able to do my job?”

“Your position as group therapist is fairly tenuous. Especially with Pamela involved.”

“I meant my real job. If I had known you were on decent terms with, well, everyone but Dean, it would have made things a lot easier, young man.” You couldn’t help but smile now. Sure you were hurt, but the eggshells you had been stepping over for so long really only took up a single corner of the floor.

It was freeing.

“I never meant to cause you any distress.”

“That doesn’t make it go away, Cas.”

He bowed his head, but popped back up to meet your gaze. “I know. I apologize. I didn’t want you to think that I was done— with any of you.”

You pinched your eyes closed quickly and then reached over the table to squeeze his forearm. “Okay. So— you’ll come to Dean’s birthday party, then?”

Cas patted your hand with his left and sat back, breaking the contact and sat with the invitation for a heavy moment.

“What makes you think he’d want me there?”

You glared at him, all tattooed and handsome and absolutely clueless about how much his absence has affected Dean. Sure, Dean got to keep the band, but it wasn’t the same without Cas. Cas has had to start over entirely, become a dad and rebuild his career all without any of the support Dean has had around him through his own troubles.

“Look— I know you’re Mister Independent and I don’t want to set back any of the progress you’ve made without him needing you around. But he still looks for you whenever we all go out. And hanging out with Kevin, made it abundantly clear to him that you were available— you just weren’t interested.”

“Why do you always make it sound like we were an item?”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, we all know Dean has attachment issues. I’m not saying anything was kinky between you guys— that’s not my business. But, as friends, you guys deserve to at least get some answers— closure or forgiveness can come later, if you get there.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that to get me off your case?”

“Yes, really.”

You smirked and Cas’ smiled with his eyes, fidgeting his lip ring with his tongue.

Cas cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee before changing gears. “So, your friend Bela and, uh, Dean?”

You groaned and hid your eyes in your hand. When you looked up he was laughing at you.

“What?!”

“Stop— we both know what it’s all about.”

“Kevin seems to think Dean’s whipped.” Mischief continued to dance in Cas’ eyes.

“Well, it’s about time.”

“I told him, the only one who has had Dean whipped in over a decade is you.”

You choked on your spit, sputtering at Cas’ bluntness.

“They don’t know it’s for show do they?”

You inhaled deeply. “Sam knows. Dean and Bela have their own private agreement about it all. But, uh, yeah, you pretty much guessed right.”

Cas watched you thoughtfully, futzing with his lip ring with his top teeth now. 

“How are you holding up?”

“Me? I’m fine, why?”

Cas nudged your ankle under the table with his combat boot.

“As someone who was definitely in love with him for most of my life— I know the symptoms.”

You sighed and shivered at being seen and having your long held suspicions confirmed. You rubbed your upper arm, trying to fight the goosebumps. “I’m fine. Nothing has changed. He’s just been working on himself and that is— distracting.”

Cas hummed, head cocking to the side as if looking at you with a different angle would give him more insight.

“I mean it. He’s in therapy and everything. Sam and him are working out. He’s been insanely focused on the latest album—”

“He’s doing penance.”

“Maybe. But he wants to be better. It’s not just guilt. I don’t know how to explain it. But, you’ll see what I mean.”

Cas eyebrow popped up again.

“You will,” you insisted.

“You always were able to read me weren’t you?”

You chuckled at the back of your mouth, short and knowing. “Guess it comes with being stuck with each other for so long.”

“Shared trauma response,” Cas teased.

“Or that.”

You finished the last of your drink and looked around the cafe.

“So, where we going to eat? I think we’ve had enough heavy— sushi?”

“You buying?”

“Phantom Traveler is covering this as a business lunch.”

Cas stood and pushed in his chair. “Okay, well then, bring on the seafood.”

You stood and let Cas walk you outside, his hand on the small of your back until he could offer you his elbow on the sidewalk. You smiled up at him and pulled him tight to your side.

“I’m glad you’re back, Cas.”

“Well, we’ll see if everyone agrees with you, won’t we?”

The afternoon passed quickly, catching up and sharing memories that were now tinted with the grief of the last lost year. Things made more sense the longer you thought about how the band had been acting, especially way back at the Animal Shelter where Cas’ niece had been more than willing to put in her two cents. You texted Sam while you waited for your meals, warning him where you were and what you knew.

‘Have fun.’

His only response. Asshole.

But everything kept from you, kept from Dean, wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t. Now you at least could control the narrative a bit more by being in on it all. Or most of it at least.

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Chapter Twenty: Arpeggio

#spotless series #rockstar au #slow burn #dean winchester fanfiction #dean angst #dean/reader #dean/bela #friends to lovers #it's no longer a love triangle or maybe it was bela who made it a square

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Helloo, I’ve never requested a fanfic before, or on tumblr so ur my very first I’m excited ^^ ~ could you do a highschool au of like a bully!gabriel x nerd!reader where he becomes frustrated by the reader not reacting or caring about his bullying, so uses “extreme measures” to really grab their attention. non-con or dub-con, and daddy kink, if that’s okay 🤎

ok i hope u don’t mind i took some “creative liberties” with this lovely prompt and also made it college au but yea. this is an S tier request btw anon and you sucked me back into this shit so props to u 🤎 reader is gender neutral ofc (yes princess is a gen neutral term this is the 21st century)

“You’re not funny, Gabe,” you spoke through gritted teeth in an attempt to intimidate your tormentor, “give me my stuff back or else!”

He responded with a hearty chuckle, tossing your school bag into his locker and closing the door with swift kick. He was bouncing with laughter and amusement at your widened eyes, completely entertained by his own antics, “Yea? What the hell are you gonna do, tell your fucking dean? Go right ahead, see where that’ll get you with me.”

You couldn’t help but close your fists in the tightest grip you could muster, your jaw clenched and face burning red. You hated that he was right, not only was your first instinct to tattle on him, but it would get you nowhere. Gabriel Reyes was untouchable. The school’s quarterback with a promising future that would surely put them on the map once he continued with his career. It made you sick that this asshole would only get a slap on the wrist and a stroke to his ego if you asked anyone to do anything about his harassment of you. What could you do, then? There’s no way in hell you’re just going to sit here and take it.

“No, I’m not running to anyone. Trust me when I say this, you’ll regret messing with me!” The threat didn’t come out the way you intended. Your voice fell out with a crack in the midst of your reply, and tears threatened to fall from your wet eyes. You had hoped he might second guess his actions and consider that you might actually fulfill your promise. Instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect on him. It seemed to have egged him on even further.

His smile widened and he pushed you against the wall. You gasped at the impact, you could feel a dull pain on your back. Hopefully it wouldn’t leave a mark. Before you could get out of your dazed state, Gabe caged you in with his arms, looking down at you like a starved wolf, “You’re really gonna make this fun for me, aren’t you?”

“I’m not scared of you,” you whispered, breath unstable and heart pounding in your ears.

Gabe’s smile beamed. He looked like almost perfect, straight and impossibly white teeth. Full lips and sharp jawline with hints of facial hair. His eyes were dark, like a black hole pulling you in the more you looked into them. Keeping his gaze only revealed to you how weak you were under him. Something he must be aware of by the way he was forcing you to look at him.

He knew you found him handsome. You had told him as much the day you had met him. The day he set his sights on you. He had been much nicer to you then. Saying hi to you in the halls, asking if you wanted to sit with him during lunch, and not taking your shit and throwing it in his locker. But you never came around to him when he asked you if you wanted to go out sometime. You didn’t want to go out with anyone, you were far too focused on schoolwork and tutoring on the side. Dating and boyfriends was just something you didn’t have time for. So you had to refuse and be on your way.

Gabe never understood why you rejected him. How could you be too busy for him? You were always studying in the library, or just reading because you enjoyed it, you said. That’s what all this was about? Reading? That’s like asking your professor for more exams. What kind of masochist shit is that? You must’ve been into that considering all the shit you had to put up with from him.

But fuck, he just couldn’t help but taunt you. The way you insisted upon standing up for yourself even though your face read that you were completely terrified, it did something to him that he couldn’t describe. It made him want to break you. Tear you down and finally see you cry, beg him to stop, beg him to be nice. Just completely melt into him. He wanted to see you on your knees, on all fours, face level with his cock and crying for his forgiveness. For his attention. For any sense of mercy he had for you in his heart.

And you did nothing to quell his desires. Always so pompous in your academic achievements like you were to hottest shit in town. Just like when you became president of the debate club, you gloated about it nonstop until Gabe knocked the wind out of your sails. It didn’t piss him off that you were doing well. In fact, a part of him admired you for it. No, it was the fact that you pranced around so proud before him but you weren’t his. You weren’t asking him if you’d made him proud. Weren’t even talking to him about it. He had to hear about it from a friend of his who was into your nerd shit. Pissed him off to no end.

Now you were here. Trembling under him like a fucking pathetic worm. Yet, you still insisted on defying him. Denying him the pleasure of seeing you vulnerable before him. You were a tease through and through and Gabe was intent on getting what belonged to him. You stared up at him with wet eyes for what seemed like forever until the your phone alarm rang, signaling the start of your next class.

“Well, what do you know. Looks like it’s time for this bright little student to get to class,” he pushed himself away from the wall that had bruised your back, turning back to you, “Hope you didn’t need anything in that backpack of yours today, what a shame.”

……..

As turns out, you would need that backpack of yours. In fact, Gabe must’ve been a stalker creep because his timing couldn’t have been any better - or worse, for you. You had to give a presentation for your language comp class and both your laptop and flash drive were in your backpack. Of course you hadn’t factored in the fact Gabe was going to steal your shit. So, for the meantime, you were screwed until you could get it back.

Maybe this was an opportunity for you to reconcile with him, you thought. Sure, he was hot-headed and seemed sadistically interested in making you miserable, but you couldn’t keep going on like this forever. What was his end goal? You hadn’t the faintest clue, truth be told, but maybe if you could just cut the bullshit with him, go right to the brass tacks of it all and lay everything bare on the table, maybe, maybe, maybe the two of you could come to terms with whatever issues you had. You weren’t unreasonable but you had been stubborn with Gabe. You had hoped he was stop acting like a dick or get bored with you, but nothing you had tried with him so far was effective. So screw it. Might as well try to compromise with the guy and hope he could listen to reason.

Your class ended at noon, the busiest time at your school. Everyone was racing out the door and headed for the cafeteria. Among the crowd, you were determined to find Gabe and, most importantly, your school bag.

You had caught him in the hall standing next to his locker, chatting it up with Jack Morrison, class president and all around golden boy. This was your chance, you thought. You eagerly made your way towards them, Gabe noticing you maneuvering in the crowd in an effort to reach him. An effort that already had him grinning from ear to ear as he averted his attention away from Jack. Before you made you way to them, he was already gone. Gabe shooed him away with words you couldn’t make out, and the two of you were standing side by side in the bustling hall.

You stared at each other for a moment, not saying a word. He knew what you wanted, knew you were going to approach him at some point, but the intent on your face was not what he expected. Your brows furrowed, eyes almost pleading. Jaw slightly slack and bottom lip hanging open as if to speak but all that was heard was the crowd of hungry students running through the halls like a parade. It left him speechless, the very sight of you. You were speechless, too, not sure how to approach him without some form of hostility in your voice. But the halls soon cleared and the silence was deafening. You took a breath, trying to start the conversation.

Gabe spoke, interrupting you, “What do you want?”

It had been so long since you heard him speak that way. Still voice, no sign of amusement or taunting. Almost as if he were genuinely curious as to why you were there. But you both knew that wasn’t true. You decided to play along, let him lead.

“I’d like to have my stuff back,” you spoke with your voice as aloof as you could muster, looking at his locker, “I have a presentation next class and I need my laptop.”

He hummed in response, “Well,” he began to play with the lock, twisting it mindlessly any which way, “guess that means you want me to fetch it for you, right?”

You shrugged, “Not necessarily. I could get it myself if you prefer, I just don’t know your combo is all.”

He chuckled. The sound was so jarring to you, your body instinctively flinched. He looked up at you from the lock, meeting your eyes with that same predatory look from earlier. Everything was still for a moment. Then, Gabe straighten his posture and spoke, “You don’t need to know it. It’s not here.”

“Wha-” your eyes squinted in frustrated confusion. You exhaled, trying to keep your composure, “Okay, where is it? Do you think I could get it back before my next class?”

Gabe could tell you were starting to drop whatever act you were playing. It was cute to see you try to keep your cool with him, the muscles on his face were burning with delight, “Sure.”

You crossed your arms and sighed, starting to grow impatient, “So where is it?”

He turned away from you, slowly walking down the hall, “This way,” he whistled at you like a dog while motioning with his two fingers for you to follow him. How insufferable.

But you did. It seemed that your method had some impact on him. This could be the break you had been looking for. You followed him down the corridor, wrapping around the halls with him until he came to a stop in front of the boys’ locker room. He turned towards you, leaning against the wall looking ever so smug.

You mouth fell open and eyes widened a bit. Huffing, you shook your head, “No way.”

“What?” he kept his eyes on you, “Don’t tell me you’re too prissy to go into a locker room.”

“There’s no way I’m going to go in there with you, Gabe!” you raised your voice a bit in frustration. He couldn’t be serious, right?

“Christ, relax, princess. Coach is out for lunch and I swiped his keys earlier,” he shook his pockets which rang with the jiggling of the keys, “Go on in, nothing to be scared of.”

What he was describing had to break some kind of law, but it’s not like he’d really get in trouble anyway. Not everyone can do this kind of shit, but Gabe could. Even worse, he could get away with it even if he was caught. So what option did you have but to walk through the doors into the dank locker room that reeked of sweat. Much to your unease, Gabe followed behind you and locked the door. He raised the keys in his hands, letting you have a good look at them, “Gotta make sure no one sees us, right?”

You shook your head in disapproval, “Where’s my stuff? Or are you just gonna drag me around all day?”

He scoffed, “You got a real attitude problem, you know that?” Gabe grabbed your elbow in a tight grip. You gasped, struggling to escape his grasp, “Calm down, just come with me.”

“You’re hurting me!” You put your hand on his wrist in some attempt to get him off of you, and he thankfully obliged by pushing you away from him.

“Don’t have a high pain tolerance, I take it? All bark and no bite. Didn’t take you for the type with all those empty threats you spill,” he began walking off, “you coming?”

Although Gabe was mean to you, he had never really hurt you before. Not physically. It shook your core a bit, the atmosphere seemed all wrong and the fact he was your only way to escape did nothing but frighten you more.

“Gabe?” you softly called out his name, not wanting to go any further.

He stopped. Your voice cut through him like a knife. You had never spoken to him like that. He could hear the fear in your voice, hear you on the verge of pleading for him. He turned his head, but didn’t dare look you in the eyes, “What?” he spoke sternly, demanding an answer.

You weren’t sure what to say. So many emotions were running through you - mostly fear and confusion. This was something different than a fight or flight response. You couldn’t describe it, you didn’t want to run away or fight back. You just wanted to appeal to whatever sense of reason he had.

“Why don’t you like me?” your voice was weak, a kind of weakness you hadn’t spoken with in a long time. Completely vulnerable, willing to bare everything for just one moment of clarification. Just one reason why things were like this. It was something you were wondering all along, but could never bare to ask. The kind of thing that is sunken in the deepest pit of your subconscious, never baring its head until you’re backed up into a corner just like this.

He turns around slowly, deliberately. The look on his face is almost pitiful, but not authentic. He’s taunting you with a false vulnerability. Now you’ve done it. You’ve completely unraveled before him. He didn’t know this could be so easy. The two of you had been chasing each other in circles for the better part of half a year and it’s finally come to this. There was no farce, no tricks behind your words.

Three steps was all it took for him to close the gap between the two of you. Three agonizing slow steps. Your hands were clasped together, you didn’t even know why. You felt so small. He wouldn’t answer you. He just looked at you with that look on his face that mirrored yours yet had no purpose but to mock you. Like he was teasing you, just like he had always done. No, this wasn’t working for you at all. None of what you had been doing was working. He had set a trap for you and you foolishly fell right into it.

“Gabe,” you spoke, just barely above a whisper on shaken breath. He raised a hand to your cheek. It had barely touched you but the feeling of his calloused hand and the tension in the air had your flesh burning. Your eyes stung, too, as tears threatened to fall from them. Just like always, you fought at your instinct to cry. But you couldn’t stop a tear from sliding down your cheek and onto his hand.

“Gabe, please,” you were starting to raise your voice. You wanted to turn away, step back, retreat in some way. But he hand kept you there.

He crouched a bit, eyes level with yours. They were dark. Hazelnut brown and an empty black center that was so close to you, you could make out your own reflection. You could hardly recognize yourself.

“Look at you…” his voice was low, but affectionate. Like he was speaking to a wounded kitten, “And all this time I thought you were nothing but a brat.”

He lowered his hand from you cheek and onto the back of your neck. You felt a light squeeze from his grip and swallowed at the sensation, “As much as I want to keep you here, I think we both got places to be. Right, honey?”

Your face grew red with embarrassment at the sudden sweetness in his voice. He was talking to you like his pet, a part of you was relieved that he might not harm you but another part of you felt belittled and tormented. Still, you wanted to comply with him in some desperate hope to get out of this mess. So you nodded, mouth knit shut and eyes brimming with tears.

“Good. Then behave for me,” In a sudden movement, his hands gripped your shoulders tightly and you knees buckled in shock. You yelped as Gabe continued to push you down onto the floor. Your hands grabbed at his arms, trying to get him off of you but it was no use. He was far too strong for you to move him off of you. A hand moved to the back of your neck like before and another grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged gently, “The faster we get through this, the sooner you can get your shit and get out of here. If you don’t behave, then this won’t be pretty. Not one fucking bit.”

Gabe isn’t like you. He’s not the kind of guy who just says shit to scare people. When he declares his intent, he means it. And whatever picture he had in his head of what he was going to do to you if you didn’t comply, you certainly didn’t want to see it. You tried to relax your body as much as you could to cope with whatever he had planned for you.

His hand moved from your back and wrapped around your throat, the other forcing your head to look up at him. He didn’t grip hard but you were already choking on weak sobs and felt suffocated. You didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to piss him off or provoke him anymore than you already had. Apparently he didn’t mind, and pulled himself closer to you. His crouch was getting disturbingly close to your face, you averted your gaze away from him onto the floor.

Turns out, he didn’t like that. He tugged your hair to get your attention, “What’s the matter, you getting shy on me? Crazy, I never took you for the type. Always talking up a big game, but now look at you.”

With one swift motion, he unclasped his jeans. His briefs peaked through his open zipper and revealed his hard cock through the fabric. You gasped, not realizing what was happening up until that point. You had thought he was just going to beat the piss out of you. No, you couldn’t handle this. Mindlessly babbling, you begged him not to do this, asked him to please stop. Tears were running down your face frantically as you took in sharp, panicked breaths. Gabe soaked in the sight of you, growing larger at your pathetic display. This is exactly what he wanted. To tower over you, commanding complete control while you sit helpless before him. He grabbed a tuft of your hair, pulling hard as he forced your face onto his crouch. Your tongue spilled out and your hands tried to pull away from him but the more you pulled the harder he would grind into you. You could hear him laugh above you and felt his laughter vibrate through his body. It was useless, nothing was getting through to him.

He pulled you off of him and onto the floor. Before you could move, his legs caged you in before him, “C’mon, we’re just getting started.”

He grabbed your hair again, pulling you onto your knees. The floor was hard and cold and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for it to hurt your knees. You tried to get in a more comfortable position, but Gabe denied you at every turn. So you leaned on your knees, certain it would leave a mark.

Your face was level with his crouch and he made a display for you in undressing himself. Slowly tracing the band of his briefs, pulling down to show you the dark hair on his body. He was toying with you and enjoying every second of it, moaning with every touch. Part of you hoped that this was all he wanted, that he wouldn’t make you participate in bringing him pleasure besides watching. But when he sprung his leaking cock out of his briefs, you felt your self wanting to sink into the floor.

He was big and you were not prepared at all to take him. He stroked his cock, precum bubbling and drooling at the tip, “See that, baby” he hummed and laughed, enjoying himself, “You’re gonna clean up Daddy’s cock real nice, aren’t you?”

You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did at that moment. More tears fell and you struggled to let out a normal breath. Gabe pulled harshly on your hair, “You better fucking answer me.”

It was too much. The stinging in your scalp, the hot tears on your burning face, the heavy beating of your heart in your chest. All you could do is resign yourself to his desire and pray to God this would all be over soon, “Yes, Daddy.”

He threw his head back and stroked himself faster, obviously very pleased with himself now that he had your total compliance. Exhaling, he looked down at the sight of you. Desperate tiny frame right next to his hard, leaking cock.

“Take it in your mouth. Don’t make me wait. I’m a busy man, I have shit to do.”

You opened your mouth and licked his tip clean, salty and slimey precum covering your tongue. Inch by inch you took him in your mouth. You fit half his cock in your mouth before his started pumping into you, lewd sounds of your gagging echoing in the empty room. Gabe groaned, hissed, growled in pleasure as he gently fucked your mouth, covering your face in spit and tears and his juices. You were a mess and he felt so fucking good. His thrust became faster, deeper and you choked on him with every one. You didn’t think you could possibly take him all in, but he forced your head down until your chin met with his plump balls and you nose was tickled by his pubic hair.

“That’s it, so good for Daddy,” sweat made his skin glow as he forced you deeper and deeper onto him, “you’re gonna swallow ever last drop of me, baby.”

You could hardly breath. Your mouth was full of the taste of him and the air around you smelled like his cock and sweat. He was all around you and you had no escape.

You sucked on his cock so hard your jaw felt like it was going to break. You just wanted this all to be over and done with. Fuck, all this for a fucking powerpoint presentation. Every part of you ached and burned. Even between your thighs, your own arousal was stirring without warning, desperately squeezing your thighs together for any sense of relief.

“You like that, baby?” he asked hoarsely, “If you weren’t such a fucking brat, maybe I would’ve let you cum.“

You cried out on his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. He was getting close, frantically fucking your face with more fervor. It wasn’t long before he let go of your hair, putting both his hands on your head and using your mouth like a fucktoy.

“Don’t fuckin move baby, Daddy’s gonna cum right down your throat,” sweat dripped down his chest, right onto your lips as he held your face flush against him. In a few jagged pumps, he emptied himself in your mouth. It was warm and tasted so strongly of his cock that you couldn’t help but instantly swallow, not wanted to gag. More tears came rushing out of you. Thank God, it was finally over.

He let go of your face and you tore yourself from him, coughing and gasping for air. Gabe had to catch his breath, too. Leaning against a row of lockers, he cleaned himself off with a roll of paper towels nearby and redressed himself. You curled into a ball, completely humiliated and unsure what to do next. What time was it? Oh God, you still had to go to class.

You were interrupted when Gabe approached you, towel in hand. His chest was rising and falling, but he wasn’t panting anymore, “C’mon, get yourself cleaned up. I’ll get your shit.”

Reluctantly, you reached for the towel and cleaned whatever moisture on your face that hadn’t already dried up. Your hair was a complete mess. You tried your best to untangle it but there was no way you could fully restore it with just your fingers.

Gabe came back, your backpack in his hands. Your heart soared, relief washing over you, “Consider this a reward. You really impressed me today.”

You blushed, ashamed and not sure what to say. You felt embarrassed at having been so violated but a shallow part of you felt superficially flattered. You wanted to pull that part of you out and punch it in the fucking face.

He tutted, “You gonna be shy around me now? Shit, I don’t mind, you’re kinda cute like this.”

His arms wrapped around you in a soft hug and your body froze. This was all too much for you, “It’s okay, baby. Let me walk you to class. No one’s gonna give a shit if I’m late.”

“I don’t feel good,” you said softly, throat sore and raw after the abuse.

“Poor thing,” Gabe pulled away to get a look at your face. You still wouldn’t look at him. He felt like a fucking king when you were blowing him but looking at you now… Well he kind of felt like a shit head. But damn if you didn’t like good, “Skip class with me. Let’s get you something to eat.”

You didn’t want to be with Gabe right now. But you didn’t want to go to class either. You just wanted to go to bed, “Can you take me home, Gabe?”

“Of course, baby,” He stroked your hair and gave you and gentle kiss on the forehead, you recoiled, “Let’s get you home, alright?”

#punching the air and screaming into the void with this one #ig ow2 have me back here oh well #yandere #yandere overwatch #yandere!overwatch #dark overwatch #dark!overwatch #yandere reaper #reaper x reader #overwatch au #yandere gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #gabriel reyes #yandere!gabriel reyes #daddy issues #tw: noncon #tw: dubious consent

[cas-coding]

au where dean is a country music star who has been hiding from the world for a year due to being outed as bisexual and then having his fanbase turn on him. he finally emerges for a coffee one day and is almost unrecognizable and when cas approaches him just asking if anything is wrong dean is like oh thank god he doesn’t recognize me.

dean vaguely explains his whole situation before cas tells him that he knows who he is only because claire started listening to his music after he was outed and how she thinks its super cool that there are queer country artists out there. and dean starts sobbing and saying he doesn’t write songs anymore, he can’t, and cas just smiles at him and says it’s okay and he does enough and he can rest.

dean comes back the next week with wired earbuds and a demo for cas. i’m not at my best, i mean, my reputation has never been worse, so, you must like me for me. i can’t make any promises now can i? but maybe i’ll grab a drink. and it’s so charming and dean is strumming his guitar in the background (yes its modified lyrics to delicate by taylor swift shush dean is taylor in this au maybe) and cas just smiles and says thank you to dean.

and every week dean comes back with more samples of demos and things and most of them are angry, he’s angry about what happened, but some of them are soft and lovely. dean hands the phone to cas one week and looks away and cas is confused and then he turns on the song and it’s pretty lovey dovey, just ten second portions of lyrics before dean goes back to the drawing board. his starry eyes could spark up the darkest night, mmmmm, uh, i’ll call it what i want to, yeah, call him what i want to, woah, i’d let him put his initial on a chain for my neck, yeah, not because he owns me, just ‘cause he really knows me,

and cas is so overcome with emotion that he just grabs deans hand and pulls him into an alleyway and kisses him silly and dean is confused because “i thought i crossed a line, you were talking about claire, you have a daughter, i didn’t want to assume but-“ and cas is just breathlessly laughing that claire is his niece and he is very gay and very much smitten with dean and he’s so glad dean likes talking to him as much as he likes talking to dean.

so ofc dean drags cas back to his house and blows him and they fuck silly and of course dean freaks out that cas got what he wanted and will go to the press but in the morning cas is playing a melody on the piano and softly mumbling the call it what i want to, call him what i want to, and dean knows he found his inspiration again.

anyway theres more but im tired so. maybe ill notes app it tmr on the long drive i have.

#swiftienatural #yes deans comeback album is absolutely reputation #au goes until the rep album drops and fans have wonderful reactions etc etc #maybe a sequel about rep tour…. #ANYWAY YAY SWIFTIENATURAL I WILL PROVIDE FOR YOU MY BABIES #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #spn #deancas

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

I'd like to hear more about your Courier!Lucy 👁️👁️👁️ I'm a sucker for couriers.

YIPPEEE

I explained her backstory over here

So will discuss more about her skills and factions and such

As I stated she isn't fond of The NCR so she wouldn't help them with taking The Dam unless that was her only choice she isn't fond of House either and she loathes The Legion so she works towards The Mojave's Independence with the help of Yes Man

Her primary skills I imagine would be Repair, Speech and Guns however she isn't much of a confrontational person and views talking her way out of a situation is more ideal

Her S.P.E.C.I.A.L stats I imagine are 4 Strength, 7 Perception, 6 Endurance, 5 Charisma, 6 Intelligence, 5 Agility and 7 Luck going off of her stats in Fallout Shelter

She has most of the companions with her with the exception of Boone because he's Boone but she does help him with finding who sold Carla she's best friends with Veronica maybe even girlfriends along with Christine perhaps hehe and Raul and Lily are her grandparents her and Arcade buttheads sometimes but they're like siblings and she likes Cass and ED-E and Rex are her babies as are Lonesome Road!ED-E and Roxie

Speaking of the DLC's

Dead Money I imagine is absolute hell for her but hey she meets Christine so it's a win in her book and she brings back tech from The Madre too she helps Dog and God become one and helps Christine out as well but kills Dean and Elijah this is one of the few times she views killing as a viable option

Honest Hearts she helps Joshua fight The White Legs but has Joshua spare SUW and ends up killing Joshua and sending Daniel back to New Canaan with a message "Leave the tribes of Zion alone or I will finish what The White Legs couldn't."

Old World Blues I imagine is also hell but hey she gets a new puppy and new AI friends but she does kill Mobius and The Think Tank

As for Lonesome Road well as much as she hates The NCR she can't bring herself to nuke them as there's a lot of innocent civilians in The NCR plus destroying The Long-15 would be bad for The Mojave the same however cannot be said for Dry Wells as she nukes that place to high hell weakening The Legion further

I imagine she deals with The Omertas by assisting Cachino but then kills him after Sal and Nero are dead because Cachino is an awful person and I imagine she replaces him with someone not awful however Idk who that'd be yet and deals with Mortimer as well as helping that rancher by eliminating Heck Gunderson as I said she doesn't like killing but she kinda let her emotions get the better of her when given the choice of killing Heck

Other factions she works with are The Khans, The Followers and The Kings

#asks #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout show #lucy maclean #courier six #courier 6 #fnv courier #the courier #courier!lucy au

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight - June/July 2023

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Turtles

@lacilou -

Other fandoms? - Walker

Looking for in the Pond? - More Sam Winchester stories

Something to signal boost? - I have a TikTok! lulu_dances_with_moose

Pairings you read? - Sam Winchester x Reader

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @uncouth-the-fifth @thinkinghardhardlythinking @deanwinchesterswitch

@sandwitch-of-solidarity -

Other SM names? - Discord: bean119

OTP? - Destiel, Samwena

Other fandoms? - Hannibal, Good Omens, OFMD

Looking for in the Pond? - Good fic recs!

Pairings you read? - Destiel, Samwena

Genres you read? - All, especially long fics

Favorite writer(s)? - @sobsicles, but it changes every week

@perpetualabsurdity -

Looking for in the Pond? - More Jensen/Dean content 😊

Pairings you read? - Jensen/reader, Jensen/OFC, Dean/reader, Dean/OFC

Genres you read? - Smut, mostly, but really all

Favorite writer(s)? - @luci-in-trenchcoats, @smol-and-grumpy, @supernatural-jackles

@fuiabarcelos -

Other SM names? - Discord: Fuiabarcelos, TikTok: princess_of.hell

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Yes! I really like Julie and the phantoms and Taylor Swift.

Looking for in the Pond? - After the show ended I felt that the brazilian fanfic writers (I'm from brazil) disappeared a little, that's when I met Tumblr and AO3. I usually write fanfics in portuguese, but I'm still learning english and I thought that Pond would be a great place to improve it and, more importantly, make writer friends.

Something to signal boost? - In my wattpad profile, there are many stories of the Supernatural (all in Portuguese), but I'll leave here the link to my favorite. I know there probably won't be anyone who understands Portuguese, but google chrome has an option to translate it, in case anyone is interested. Warrior. For fans of Taylor Swift, I made some Sam's wallpapers inspired by her albums.

Pairings you read? - Mostly reader inserts.

Genres you read? - I usually read smut, fuff, Angst. My favorites are Fluff and Angst. I also like Soulmates Au, stories where the reader is some magical being and, my favorite of all, stories inspired by songs.

Favorite writer(s)? - @thinkinghardhardlythinking @princessmisery666 @queen-of-deans-booty @impala-dreamer @holylulusworld and many more!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@ladynightskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: LadyKnightSkye

OTP? - Multishipper with a preference for Dean/Lucifer & Lucifer/Castiel

Other fandoms? - Multiple, but Halo, Far Cry 5, and Fire Emblem currently

Looking for in the Pond? - Kinda just wanna hang out.

Something to signal boost? - Apple Pie and the Apocalypse

Pairings you read? - Most pairings including Lucifer or Dean

Genres you read? - Au, mostly, and smut.

What do you like to write? - Alternate universes are my jam. I admittedly like taking these characters and putting them into fantasy Situations. Also lately I’ve been very into genderbending Dean.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Fleur de feu

PurpleEdge (AO3 only) -

Other SM names? - Discord: PurpleEdge

Looking for in the Pond? - I would like to discuss writing stuff and SPN stuff with other fans/writers.

Pairings you read? - I'm not into romantic shipping, but I love the Winchesters family dynamics - Sam & Dean, and John & the boys.

Genres you read? - Mostly Discipline fics, whump, and angst, but I'll read whatever's good.

Favorite writer(s)? - ReaperTownUSA on AO3

What do you like to write? - Discipline fics, slavery tropes, angst, gen, family dynamics, family fluff. I've posted one smut fic, but I'm not sure if I'll do more.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - No Rest

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Currently I think I've tried at least once all the tropes/genres that I like. There may be things out there that I'm not aware of, and I hope that being in this community will help me discover them.

@ani-coolgirl -

Other SM names? - Discord: aniciel, AO3: ani_coolgirl

OTP? - Wincest

Looking for in the Pond? - I would just like to expand my readership and makes some friends to share ideas with.

Something to signal boost? - I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5:I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5: Every First Time on AO3.

Pairings you read? - Wincest

Genres you read? - Smut and angst (but I prefer a happy ending), but I enjoy me a good fluffy fic.

Favorite writer(s)? - @zmediaoutlet

What do you like to write? - Angst, plotty drama I'll never finish, smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Cuckoos in Glass Houses

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I'm too nervous to post chapter fics because I have problems with follow through. I have epics in my brain that have yet to see the light of day because I never get past chapter 2!

@foxyjwls007 -

Other SM names? - It's the same for FB and IG

Looking for in the Pond? - To be a better writer and get help putting my work out for people to read.

Pairings you read? - Dean, Sam, Cas reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @lucidlivi, @zepskies, @spnexploration, @littlefreya, @sillyrabbit81, and many more

What do you like to write? - Fluff, smut, some angst, ofc, au

Masterlist? - I have no masterlist. Have only posted one work so far.

Most underappreciated fic? - Veggie Tale

@dawn-petrichor-world -

Other SM names? - Discord: Dawn-petrichor-world

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - I'm multi fandom, Pedro Pascal characters, marvel, Tolkien and more

Pairings you read? - Dean, Crowley, Castiel, & Sam reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @holylulusworld

What do you like to write? - Mostly angst and smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - The Story of my Life (series)

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have a lot I haven't written yet and I'd love to write. Because I'm feeling stupid an idiot and not good. I think and hope join a group could boost or help me to write. I still don't know how.

@gloriousmooseman -

Other SM names? - Discord: taylorbeans

OTP? - Wincest

Other fandoms? - Doctor Who/Torchwood, Marvel, HP, some rpf

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to meet like minded people and make new friends!

Pairings you read? - Wincest, Drarry (HP)

Genres you read? - I love a bit of domestic fluff.

Favorite writer(s)? - @astolat is a classic!

What do you like to write? - Wincest

Masterlist!

@rominaszh -

Other SM names? - Discord: rominaszd.dis

OTP? - Destiel alongside many many others

Other fandoms? - Yes, a lot.

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to enjoy the fandom.

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but anything Jensen Ackles related as well

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - I'm in love with everything I read, everyone is so talented!

What do you like to write? - I write mostly angst but fluff and humor is my favorite.

Masterlist!

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have never written any Destiel fics because I don't feel confident enough to write them accurately and in a way that they deserve, but someday I would love to.

@limeskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: limeskye Other: psmalcolmbright

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Prodigal Son

Looking for in the Pond? - To share the SPN love!

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but also other slash pairings on occasion.

Genres you read? - Depends on my mood.

Favorite writer(s)? - @felisblanco

Masterlist? - I've only ever ficced for Prodigal Son before as have always felt the spn fandom is flooded with so many great writers. But who knows what the future holds. I've gifted for other stuff, mostly Prodigal Son and whump stuff.

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

#welcome #new member post #fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fic #fanfic #spn fan fiction #spn fanfiction #spn fan fic #spn fanfic #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural fan fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #long post

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Dropping in March

A four-part mini-series (complete) ~ Will post on Fridays beginning March 10.

Summary: Fear and anger forced them apart. Pain and regret kept them separated. An opportunity arises to repair the damage when a well-meaning friend pushes them into a reunion. Yet, rumors threaten to tear them apart for good.

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only; Heavy on angst; Some fluff; Dean being Dean; Language; Canon divergence. Parts 3 and 4 contain descriptions of high emotional distress; possible triggers.

Chapter 12 of Run to You will post mid-March.

Run to You is getting a new look.

Nothing major, just a couple of grammar tweaks and updated summaries to already posted chapters. Plus the new title card. Previous posts will be edited with the new image.

Series Summary: (AU) Disillusioned by the world around her, Kasey has chosen to live a life of solitude. Accused of a crime he didn’t commit, Dean escapes custody. On the run from the law and out to prove his innocence, he stumbles headlong into Kasey’s life. The fateful encounter sets them on a winding path of desire, heartbreak, and perhaps the most incredible love they’ve ever known. However, time and the law are not on their side.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Kasey Belmont (OFC)

Rating: Mature 18+ Only, NSFW

Warnings: Angst, fluff, long lead up to smut, smut (oodles), language (galore), intrigue, SPN canon typical violence and injuries. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Fancy Ties an' Granny's Pies ~ Part 8 of The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas.

Yes, I know it's well past the holiday, but the story is not all that 'Christmasy' right now, so I'm going to roll with it.🤣

Tentatively posting the last week in March.

Series Summary: Dean’s holiday spirit is nowhere to be found. Fed up with his Grinch-like behavior, Nicole is determined to open his heart again to the wonders of the world around them and help him find joy in the Christmas season.

Pairing: Dean x Nicole/Nico/Nic {OFC} (Established Relationship)

Warnings: Fluff; Angst; Sexually suggestive flirting; Heavily implied smut; Language (not too over the top); Canon divergence

I have two tag lists:

Love Me Some Pie-everything I write for Dean

Wild Hearts-only my cardiophile fics.

Send me an ask if you'd like to be added or removed from a list.

Love Me Some Pie tag list:

@akshi8278 // @asgoodasdancingqueen // @calaofnoldor // @compresshischest09 // @deaneverafter // @deans-spinster-witch // @deanwanddamons // @flamencodiva // @idreamofplaid // @jerkbitchidjitassbutt // @justrealizedimmascifygurl // @ladysparkles78 // @michellethetvaddict // @mrswhozeewhatsis // @mvdeanw // @princessmisery666 // @shawnie74 // @thinkinghardhardlythinking // @thoughts-and-funnies // @waynes-multiverse // @wayward-and-worn // @waywardbaby // @weepingwillowphoenix

#dw's witch writes #self-promotion #writing update #fic update #022623

[lovevamp]

20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @monstersinthecosmos

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

seven on the account that i use now! but i have another account i used in high school that has a few on it as well.

2. what’s your total Ao3 word count?

49,591

3. what fandoms do you write for?

currently it’s just TVC!

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

june bride, red with need, save a horse, you come in so hard, and gold rush!

5. do you respond to comments?

yes! when my brain lets me open up emails i love responding!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

you come in so hard isn’t finished yet but when it is. oh boy. apologies in advance.

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

what if i said gold rush. it’s a happy ending to ME.

8. do you get hate on fics?

no! not yet anyways. i was really nervous when i posted my first marimand fic bc i know the climate isn’t.. great. when it comes to that ship. but no i can’t say i have! which is good bc i’d probably cry lol.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i mostly write smut hshshs. mainly stuff like breeding kink and/or omegaverse. imagine coming from the fandom that invented the omegaverse to here. i was scandalized to say the least. so i became the omegaverse i wanted to see in the fandom 😌

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you've written?

so full disclaimer i was deep in the superwholock trenches back in the day. so ofc i’ve written that. as for fics i’ve actually posted. well. the crucial thing to note is that back when hannibal was still airing it was very common to see crossovers between various characters played by mads and hugh. there was a popular ship referred to as “space dogs” which was a popular crossover ship. i wrote an omegaverse au of it (naturally) and i still, TO THIS DAY, get kudos on it.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

the aforementioned space dogs omegaverse fic was actually translated into spanish years after it was published! it made me so emotional that someone cared enough to want it translated 🥹

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

no! but @waffles-for-brunch and i keep talking about how we’re gonna write a destiel fic together someday. we had an amnesia fic plotted out and more recently a genderswap fic. i so graciously offered to write the lesbian sex for it.

14. what’s your favorite all time ship?

no ship will ever be destiel i’m sorry.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

this one genuinely makes me so sad but i have a supernatural rewrite where mary never resurrects john thus sam and dean are never born and so ruby has to groom mary to be the lucifer vessel and it fucks SO hard. it’s so fucking cool. but i doubt it will ever be finished bc A) it needs to be So Long and B) literally nobody else would care for it except for me. but like. i put so much time and effort into plotting it out. and what’s written so far is So Good.

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i write good smut! lol but also i’ve been told i have good little descriptors that pack a lot of punch? idk.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i don’t think i’m very good at pacing. you come in so hard is the longest fic i’ve ever written and it feels like such a mess hshshshs. also i NEVER feel confident in my dialogue.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

/holds up google translate with tears in my eyes/ this is all i got

19. first fandom you wrote for?

i wrote twilight fic when i was just a wee lass, before i even knew what fanfic was. the first fandom i purposefully wrote fic for, after learning properly what it was, is supernatural femslash. to no one’s surprise.

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

i have an unpublished annamary fic that’s collecting dust in my drafts that is genuinely the best thing i’ve ever written. in my opinion. and i always think about posting the first chapter bc like, it deserves to be seen bc i think it’s really good. but i’m not planning on finishing it anytime soon so idk if i wanna drop it and dip. but like. you guys don’t understand how proud i am of it. ITS GOOD.

tagging: @waffles-for-brunch @fofoqueirah @cinnamonclove @aunteat @butchybats & whoever else hasn’t done it but wants to!

#kenz.text #ask game

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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 4

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings for this chapter specifically: THE SMUT IS FINALLY BEGINNING! We don’t have a full smut scene in here, but there’s a sexy little prelude and some background growth between Lucifer and Emery!

Warnings/Tags: Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, smut in future chapters, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley, smut, mild smut, vaginal fingering,

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written smut so I hope this is passable! 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

After an absolute overabundance of food was brought to the room, I was left to my own devices. It felt a little silly to just accept my current predicament but I kept trying to rationalize it to myself anyway. It wasn’t like I could just get up and leave, right? Who knew what enemies waited outside the room? Lucifer had said something about still dealing with Asmodeus and his people after all. And how would I even begin to find my way around? It’s quite possible there wasn’t even a direct route out of hell. Not to mention… I really didn’t want to let Lucifer down by disappearing or disobeying him. So, after eating and using the restroom, I simply collapsed back into the giant bed once more. It took no time to start feeling drowsy and, as I dozed off, I couldn’t help but think about asking Lucifer how to buy one of these beds for my own home.

“Rise and shine, princess!”

“Fuck!”

Heart pounding and eyes swimming nauseatingly, I rocketed upright and hastily searched the room in fear. Asmodeus. It had to be him!

“Whoa, whoa there, doll! Easy now,” Lucifer’s words filtered through my panic.

Finally, I spotted the fallen angel as he approached the bed and I couldn’t help the relieved sigh that escaped.

“Jesus, Lucifer, don’t- don’t scare me like that!” I snapped.

Lucifer snorted and lifted his hands in the air, as if in surrender, as he sat beside me.

There was the strangest mixture of warmth and coolness radiating from him as his thigh pressed against mine. It was honestly soothing. As I let go of the fear and irritation of being startled from my sleep, I definitely didn’t sneak a look at the massive difference between our legs, nor imagine how good it would feel to sit on his thigh... A shudder ran up my spine at the mental image. I quickly kicked myself back into reality and shot him a weak smile.

“So, uh, what’s going on?” I asked.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a little smirk and he bumped his shoulder into mine.

“I figured if you were gonna be here for a while, I should at least give you a tour of the place! Unless you wanna be stuck in here alone, of course-”

“No, I mean, yes, please! That would be great,” I sighed happily.

Just the thought of being alone again for god knows how long was enough to make my heart twist. I was so used to being surrounded by the hubbub of the shop that just these last few hours of solitude were enough to last me a lifetime.

Brows knitting in thought, I let my gaze travel around the room in search of some sign of my phone before a groan escaped.

“The shop! How long have I been down here? Fuck, they’re probably sick with worry. I haven’t even been able to do the orders! Everything is going to-”

Cool fingers rested over my mouth and instantly shut me up, my heart leaping into my throat. Eyes darting up to meet his, I gave him a confused look to which he simply grinned.

“Already took care of that. Your little monkeys were sent a text letting them know you were sick and that you’d be closed until you were better. Now, if you promise you’re done with your little freakout, I’ll let you go.”

Part of me wanted to rebel just to keep his hands on me for a while longer, but logic won out in the end and I gave him a little nod.

“So you have my phone?” I asked.

“Yup,” he said, popping the p cutely, “But you’re not getting it back until I’m certain you’re one hundred percent healthy and able to go back. Capiche?”

The look I gave him only earned a bigger grin in response, telling me all I needed to know about arguing with him.

With a sigh, I said, “Fine. You win. Show me… hell?”

“Gladly!”

He stood and offered up an elbow, which I happily took. As my hand slid into his elbow, forcing me to stand all the much closer to him, I couldn’t stop the little smile and butterflies that followed.

“Oh, and a word of advice?” he said as he opened the door, “I wouldn’t run off alone. I’m still trying to get things in order and some of these droogs think they can disobey.”

That sounded just lovely. Thankfully, I knew I was safe at Lucifer’s side, but it did worry me for any time I was alone in the room in the near future. Tightening my grip on his arm, I scooted slightly closer as we passed a pack of people in the hall and attempted to school my features into something other than fear.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I trust you to keep me safe,” I told him honestly.

After what Asmodeus put me through? There was no way in hell- ha- that I would chance getting caught by some of his loyalists.

“Good. Now, do you have anything in particular you’d like to see, or avoid?” he asked.

After thinking for a moment, I replied, “I’d like to avoid anything too… gory. Or anything involving torture with everything that happened.”

I hoped he didn’t think me weak for that but, even if he did, there was no way I’d want to see it even if I hadn’t been through that. Horror movies with fake gore, I could stand. The thought of seeing a person tortured in real life though, made my stomach ache.

He stopped suddenly and my gaze was drawn up to him in confusion, only to find him staring intently down at me.

“I wouldn’t take you there even if you hadn’t said anything. You’re too good for that.”

Somehow, the way he spat out the word good made it sound like an insult. I tried not to let it bother me and instead flashed him a warm smile.

“I appreciate that. Um, maybe we could see the throne room? I got to see some of it before but I’d like to get a better look at it with you there,” I offered.

“Good choice, princess. I’ve got some business to attend to there anyway,” he praised giddily.

My heart swelled with happiness. This was going well so far.

“I have a silly question,” I sighed after a few quiet moments.

“What’s that?” he replied.

Looking up at him, I asked something I’d been dying to ask since last night.

“Tell me about yourself? I mean, whatever you feel comfortable sharing of course. I was never really a religious person. I don’t know much about Christianity, much less what is actually true, because you don’t seem like the evil, fire, and brimstone that the bible made you out to be.” Apparently, I had hit a nerve because he suddenly went stiff and his jaw clenched hard. I almost backpedaled and apologized for asking such a personal question, but then his eyes met mine.

“You really want to know?” he asked quietly.

I nodded and said, “Whatever you want to share with me. I feel you know so much about me and I know nothing about you.”

With a heavy sigh, he began talking. The halls were confusing and tiring to walk, probably because my body was still recovering, but it was easy to ignore with the conversation flowing between us. It was enthralling to hear him talk about it all; heaven, GOD who was apparently a giant dick, the angels, his fall, and his reasoning. I had expected something chaotic but I was slowly coming to understand the sad reality of it all. Unfortunately, we came to a large set of doors before he was finished, and I knew the conversation was put aside for now when he waved the doors open to show the throne room.

“It’s much brighter in here now,” I mumbled in surprise.

“Yeah, Asmodeus was one for theatrics,” he chuckled, “Come, sit while I call the guys down.”

To my surprise, he led me straight to the throne and gestured me forward.

“Wait, you want me to sit here?!” I gasped in disbelief, “But, where are you going to sit?”

“I mean, you could always just sit in my lap but I prefer to stand when addressing the idiots,” he said with a wink.

Face warming, I nodded in understanding before carefully sitting on the chair. It was much easier to see all the intricate carvings up close and I couldn’t help but marvel at the craftsmanship of it all. It was gorgeous.

Lucifer snapped and suddenly there were four being in the center of the room. He walked around behind the throne and leaned against the back as he started talking.

“Updates, people. Where are we on finding the Losechesters?”

The group looked at each other nervously before the only female-presenting one spoke up.

“We haven’t heard anything from them, sir. We tried looking-”

“You’re telling me no one has found them yet?” Lucifer bit out gruffly.

Eyes widening in shock, I watched the group of four demons before us practically cowered to the ground. He hadn’t even threatened them yet and they were kneeling, preparing for the worst.

“How?! There are thousands of you idiots and you can’t find two little hunters?!”

“S-Sir, if- if I may?” the shortest one of the four pled, “They seem to have gone off the grid. Even the other hunters haven’t heard from them, and there is no love lost between them, as you know.”

Lucifer scoffed and my eyes found his tall form as he stalked around to stand as a wall between the demons and me, hand lifted in the air in the form of a snap symbolically.

“How many does it take to pass along a message, princess?” Lucifer asked suddenly.

Caught like a deer in headlights, I stammered out in surprise, “Uh, o-one?”

“Hmm, you heard the lady.”

There was a loud chorus of pleas before he snapped and there was a big billow of black ash across the floor. I tried to peek out around him and found only the shortest of the four left.

Oh.

“Run along now and spread it to the rest of the goon squad that, if progress isn’t made soon, they’re just as replaceable.”

“Y-Yes- Yes sir!” the demon squeaked out.

I couldn’t deny that it was slightly amusing to see a full-grown man, a demon no less, act like a scolded child. My amusement was placated when Lucifer suddenly spun around, leaning down and pinning me into the throne with a hand on either arm. Fuck, he really liked doing that, and he looked damn good doing it.

“Now that that’s done, where would you like to go next, doll?”

…

“Lucifer?” I called out nervously.

I was almost certain I was in the throne room again, except this time it was dark and empty- save for myself and a mysteriously shadowed figure upon the chair. As if on cue, a light blinked on above the throne, and there sat Lucifer in all his glory; One leg propped up on the right arm while he rested his elbow on the left, lounging about as if he had no care in the world.

“I knew you’d find me eventually,” he cooed warmly, “Now, come here.”

Swallowing thickly, I nodded once and walked across the floor. The closer I got, the faster my heart raced. Was this finally happening? Were my dreams finally going to come true?

He snapped, pointing to the floor before him as he spun to sit properly in the chair, and I wasted no time dropping to my knees. A hand in my hair drew me closer until my knees pressed against the cold concrete holding the throne up.

“You are just an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” he mused.

I nodded in answer but my movements were halted as pain shot through my scalp, his fingers gripping tight enough to jerk a choked gasp from my throat.

“Answer when you are spoken to.”

“Y-Yes, Lord Lucifer,” I breathed out.

Despite my best efforts, lust shone through painfully obvious in my tone and my face heated warm at his chuckle.

“You’d do anything I ask you to,” he sighed happily.

Again, I almost nodded but this time I thought better of it, before whispering, “Yes Lord Lucifer, please tell me what you want.”

My eyes snapped open but, rather than the irritation I had begun to expect from being woken up from such a good dream, I felt uncertainty. What had woken me up? I could feel from the gritty burning in my eyes that I hadn’t slept very long, despite being exhausted from the full day of exploring with Lucifer.

“You know, when I heard you praying to me, I expected trouble, maybe some of the lower lifeforms messing with you. But this? This is so much better.”

That voice. Jerking upright, I instantly spotted Lucifer leaning up against the dark wardrobe across the room. He looked a vision. I couldn’t help the way my gaze followed his movements as he crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk. Gone was his tan jacket, leaving him in a simple white t-shirt that exposed his thick muscles delectably, and my thighs clenched traitorously at the sight.

It took a few moments but I finally registered what he had said and shot him a confused look.

“Wait, what?” I asked, “I wasn’t pray-”.

My dream. Realization hit hard and it took everything in me not to sink in on myself. How the fuck did that count as praying?!

His smirk widened as he lifted away from his perch and crossed the room just to stop a mere foot or two in front of me. He had to know what he was doing, and how the current position put my eyes in a very intimate place, not that I was complaining.

A hand ran into my hair before gently tangling in my curls and drawing my head back. I didn’t dare resist. How could I?

“Lucifer, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

My words were cut off as he suddenly shoved me back onto the bed. I wasn’t given the chance to react before he was over me, elbows on either side of my head and hips dangerously close to the apex of my thighs. It felt like my heart stopped the instant I felt his cool breath across my neck.

“I’ve tried really fucking hard to be good, you know?” he breathed softly again my skin, “I tried to pretend you were just some random hairless ape. Tried to ignore this damn soulmate pull, but it’s useless. You don’t understand how damn hard it’s been to resist you, princess. The way you look at me with those sweet doe eyes, the way you smell, the way you trust me with touching you- Fuck, I just want to destroy you!”

Fear and excitement battled in my heart as I felt his lips and teeth rest against my throat. But rather than bite me, as I had expected, he simply placed a soft kiss before running his nose up toward my ear.

“S-Soulmate?” I asked timidly.

“Mmhmm,” he groaned as he finally rutted his hips against mine, “Even without it, I think it’d be hard to resist you. You’re just so… pure. You’re like the opposite of everything I am and-”

“I’m not a virgin though.”

He snorted out a laugh before pressing another kiss in the hollow spot below my ear, spurring a weak mewl from my throat.

“You know what I mean, Emery,” he said, voice thick with lust, “You’re kind, caring, charitable, trusting. So damn beautiful.”

Gods, the way my name sounded coming off his tongue. It was swoon worthy. I tried to argue but all my words were lost in a sea of bliss as he rolled his hips against my core again. Instinctively my hands bunched up in his t-shirt at his waist and pulled him down again. It felt so fucking good. Too good. Part of me feared I’d end up climaxing before we could even get to the good part, like some kind of loser; The other part of me begged for that, just to take the edge off the heat consuming my veins.

“Lucifer, please,” I begged breathlessly, arching in search of relief that only he could provide, “I need- fuck!”

The burn of his teeth in my neck sent a wave of pleasure from head to toe. One hand came up to curl in his blonde locks, hold him close in hopes of more of the sweet pain, and the other sought flesh under his shirt.

He let out a low grunt and sighed, “What are you doing to me, princess?”

The ripple of his muscles flexing under my palm only increased my desire for more so I did just that. Tugging at his shirt, I drew it up to his shoulders until he finally lifted up and reached behind to tug it off.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered as my eyes greedily took in the sight above me.

I couldn’t resist running my hands up his abdomen when he stretched. The way his muscles flexed taut before relaxing was rewarding beyond measure. He had what could be considered a slight dad bod, stomach soft when relaxed with broad and strong shoulders and firm arms. There was no denying the power in his body, angelic presence or not, and it was beautiful; he was beautiful. As I watched the way his body reacted to my touches, my need began to fall to the back of my mind. I wanted nothing more than to please and worship the angel above me first.

Was that sacrilegious? Fuck, who cared!

My nails left faint red lines down his stomach before my hands found his jeans.

“Uh-uh, not yet.”

Without even touching me, he forced my hands back and above my head, and I found myself unable to move them no matter how hard I tried. When I looked to him for answers, he only smirked before leaning down once more.

“How-”

“I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve, doll,” he purred, “I could do things to you that you couldn’t even imagine in your wildest dreams.”

My eyes fluttered shut and a soft groan left my lips in disbelief. It was too daunting to stare straight into those soul-searching blues when he said such things.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded softly, “I need to hear it. Consent means everything to us- to me, Emery.”

He was really trying to kill me, wasn’t he? Did he understand how hard it was for me to accept this was even happening, that to say it out loud would make it almost too… real?

“Unless you want this to stop.”

“No!” I snapped, eyes flying open in fear, “Please, don’t stop. Just- Just give me a second to acclimate, okay?”

He said nothing but the fact he didn’t immediately leave was reassuring. Swallowing hard, I pulled against my bonds and was allowed one hand free. I grabbed one of his hands before drawing it over to my lips and the way his eyes darkened when I kissed his thumb sent another roll of heat through my core.

“I want this. I want to touch you and- and you to- touch me,” I stammered out with burning cheeks.

How was I supposed to be okay with asking an angel to touch me? I didn’t deserve it. I was nothing compared to him and yet here he was, indulging my deepest desires.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

A keening moan escaped before I could stop it and my hand was jerked back into position, locked in invisible bonds once more. He snapped his fingers once and I was suddenly aware of the cool temperature of the room against my skin.

Did he just- Sure enough, when I looked down, I found my shirt and bra gone, leaving me just in my skirt and panties. I wasn’t even given the chance to react upon my embarrassment with the way he attacked my neck.

“Fuck!” I gasped out needily.

The burn of his teeth felt almost too much but then the caress of his cool tongue across the wound made it so much better. It was unbearable, having to lay there and let him touch me while being unable to reciprocate. I wanted nothing more than to be able to prove to him how good I could be.

“You need to tell me if something is too much,” he said between gentle bites down my throat to my collarbone, “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve got a pretty good grasp on the human pain threshold but this is all new to me. Some of Nick’s memories help but, well, that’s not the same as first-hand experience, which I have very little of.”

In the middle of my nod, I froze, brain slowly catching up to what he had said. Did he mean… Was Lucifer a virgin? Forcing my eyes open, I caught his gaze and timidly asked him such.

He smirked and said, “Never felt the need to. Another great thing about being an angel, no sex drive. Had an encounter once but it wasn’t really anything to write home about.”

“But then, why-”

At that, his eyes darkened once more and he leaned in close, lips hovering mere centimeters from mine. I waited impatiently but didn’t dare interrupt.

“You’re different. Maybe it’s because I met you when my grace was so low I was nearly human, or maybe it’s because you’re one of Nick’s possible soulmates. No matter the reason, I’m drawn to you, princess. You make me want to do things- experience things- I’ve never even considered.”

Shivers ran across my being at his admission. I made a mental note to ask more about the Possible? soulmate thing later.

“Which means,” he continued on seamlessly, “I need to know what works, what you like.”

“O-Okay, so far, you’re doing amazing,” I admitted softly.

“Flattery gets you everywhere,” he shot back with a wink.

As he retreated to his previous line of exploration, my eyes clamped shut once more. Maybe I’d be able to handle seeing a literal angel touching me in the future, but for now, my brain couldn’t handle it mixed with the sensations he was evoking.

My brain emptied of everything other than little begs and chants of his name as one hand cupped my breast. His calloused skin felt divine against my sensitive flesh, my back arching into his touch for more. Round and round he circled around my breast, slowly coming closer and closer to where I needed him most. When he finally ran a rough thumb over my hardened nipple, it tore a pathetic whimper from my lips. I would have been mortified if he hadn’t moaned in response.

“Look at you,” he breathed out quietly, “Father help me.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on my untouched nipple and all words died on my tongue, only his name sounding in the silent room. Waves of pleasure rocked through my core as his teeth grazed my tender flesh, jumping up in intensity when he started sucking hard.

No matter how much I tried to relieve the ache between my thighs against his hips, it wasn’t enough to satiate the need for him. It was hard to be patient when it’d been years since I’d had any kind of sexual release other than my own hand, and even more so when no one had ever taken the time to explore my body like he was.

“Lucifer, please, more!” I practically cried.

He hmmed lowly in his throat and released his hold on my breast, hand skirting down my belly to my skirt. I was suddenly thankful for the high-waisted skirt covering the trouble area of my stomach, but it was gone as soon as I’d thought it, his hand dipping beneath the fabric and caressing the soft curve of my belly. It was hard to focus on that once his fingers continued on to my panties, my body nearly collapsed in on itself.

I wanted to cry when he hesitated, popping off my nipple with a groan.

“This is okay?” he asked.

“Yes, please just-”

Head slamming back against the bed, my throat constricted in a silent scream as his fingers finally pressed between my lips.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

My heart lurched in shock when his mouth was suddenly against my jawline, pressing open-mouthed kisses so close yet so far away. The dual sensation created a sinful mixture of want and need.

“You’re so wet,” he gasped, shock evident in his voice, “Is that because of me?”

“F-Fuck, yes,” I whined back.

Hips arching into his hand, I helped guide him until his fingers brushed against my clit and my hands instinctively jerked against the binds.

“Here?” he asked as he cautiously repeated the motion.

I tried to answer but it was too hard to speak, pleasure already growing with leaps and bounds to the point my brain was mush. I managed a nod and a frantic, “yes” before collapsing back against the bed with a whine. It was too much and yet I never wanted anything more. Each circle of his fingers brought about new levels of bliss, edging me closer and closer to that final ledge while my lips spewed unending praises.

My heart felt like it was going to explode when he suddenly licked up the shell of my ear and his hand left its previous pursuit to slip further down. The instant his fingers found my opening, I abandoned all humility and spread my thighs wider, begging him to continue.

“Yes, before you ask, yes,” I rushed out hastily, “Please!”

Lucifer let out a husky chuckle that sent my hairs on end and his teeth found purchase in my earlobe, fingers carefully sliding in at the same time. Whether spurred on by previous memories or instinct alone, his thumb came up to my clit and resumed the gentle circles as his fingers began a slow rhythm.

“Such a quick learner, good girl,” he praised lowly, “Do you want your hands back now?”

I nodded frantically and suddenly my binds were gone. Without a second thought, I grabbed a handful of his hair and drew him into a hungry kiss. There was a moment where he froze as if in shock, but thankfully it passed quickly before he kissed me back eagerly. It was all teeth and tongue and, though messy, I knew never wanted it any other way again.

I could feel myself crying when I drew back for breath. My orgasm was so close I could practically taste it.

“Don’t stop, please,” I whimpered between heavy breaths, “So close.”

The growl he let out was inhuman and devastatingly delicious and then his mouth was on mine once more.

“Do it, let go for me, princess,” he grunted between ravenous kisses.

His motions grew rough, fingers thrusting hard and faster but never losing their rhythm as I bucked into his hand. It was impossible to control my body as I chased that high, and when I finally felt that peak rushing forth, my hands frantically found his shoulders to keep some grip on reality.

“Oh god, oh fuck-”

Lucifer let out a snarl and snapped, “Don’t use his name. It’s not his fingers that are inside you. Are they? Try again! Tell me! Who is touching you? Who is pleasing you? Hmm?!”

“I’m- I’m sor- sorry, Luci-Lucifer!”

“That’s right, princess, you’re MINE!”

That last little barrier snapped and, for just a little moment in time, it felt like the world stopped. And then it all came crashing back down with a scream of his name. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I jerked him down and buried my face into his neck, sobbing out in relief and ecstasy as he continued to finger fuck me through the torrential bliss. It didn’t take long for his touch to become overstimulating and my thighs instinctively clamped shut to stop him.

“Fuck,” he hissed quietly as he gently extracted his hand, “I think I get it now.”

Though thoroughly exhausted, I managed to open my eyes and give him a questioning look.

“Sex, the urge behind it,” he explained.

I couldn’t help the snort that escaped and the dopey smile that spread across my lips.

“You haven’t even seen the best part,” I told him.

Grabbing his hand, I gently pulled him fully back over me and gathered up all my strength to lean up and kiss him. Thankfully he made it easy by leaning down to meet me. These were much softer, much calmer, but no less passionate. Despite my body demanding rest, I knew we were nowhere near done, if the hardness pressing against my thigh was any indication.

“Give me a second to recover but don’t go anywhere,” I murmured, “I want to repay the favor.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was nervous. Catching his gaze, I rested my palm over his cheek and traced gentle designs across his scruff.

“I’m certain. I could literally want nothing more in the world right now.”

#Lucifer smut #supernatural lucifer #supernatural lucifer fanfiction #Lucifer/OFC #mild smut

[themadpantransnerd]

Y'all...what should I write?-

I Write:

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Undertale AUs

Sally Face

Stranger Things

Camp Cretaceous

The Amazing World Of Gumball

Steven Universe

Paranormal Park

Adventure Time

Locke & Key

Sweet Home

What I'll Write For:

Male Reader (tbh we do need the gays)

Female Reader (ONLY FOR LES or sometjing that ain't those like "omg Im such a baddie" or "uwu" or "softie" or...well, you know. I orefer something more original tbh. I will write straight cuples aswell, though)

Non-Binary/Gender-Neutral Reader (I SUPPORT MY THEY/THEM BABIES)

Trans (MTF or FTM. I myself am trans FTM so, yeah :) although, sorry if the MTF isn't good ;-;)

Requests (IDK WHAT TO WRITE ANYMORE, I NEED TO WRITE-)

Romantic (ofc duh)

Platonic (Whether it's bffs, siblings, parent and child, whatever bro.)

Reader with glasses. I have glasses my irl amd I've just mever seen anyone write abt it-

What I Won't Write:

NO RAPE. GOD, NO.

No child x adult. The childs ones will always be platonic, unless the child is aged up.

No "UwU" or "Baddie" or "Softie" or yk. God, it's just disgusting to think of me writting that.

NO. ANIMAL. ABUSE. Im a animal lover and I myself would fucking cry just writting an animal being abused.

Mental Illnesses. Actually, I don't really know if I can write abt mental illnesses, so if requested, uuuhh...please explain to me.

(More rules will be added when/if necessary)

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NOW IT'S TIME FOR SHIPS

(Being specific, Im not gonna write ships, just include them. I mean- maybe I will? I just never wrote it before lol-)

1: Hary Potter Ships

Luna Lovegood x Neville Longbottom (cannon, and well deserved.)

Hermione Granger x Ronald Weasley (GOD YES-)

Hagrid Rebeus x Madame Olympe Maxime (Hagrid needs some love, guys, come on-)

Ginny Weasley x Harry Potter (I mean...okay, I guess. I don't really ship it bc like Harry didn't even like Ginny [I haven't read the books bc I cant afford it-] but then he suddenly he be MAKING OUT WITH GINNY IN HER PARENT'S KITCHEN. Tbh, never really understood that ship.)

Draco Malfoy x Hary Potter (YES- IT JUST MAKES SENSE TO ME IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE)

Remus Lupin x Sirius Black (Full support)

Seamus Finnigan x Dean Thomas (Don't it have that connection, though? No? Just me? Okay then-)

2: Fantastic Beasts

Porpentina (Tina) Goldstien × Newton Scamander (y'all know this ship is cannon)

Queenie Goldstien x Jacob Kowalski (IMAGINE THEM BEING PARENTS, THOUGH-)

3: Undertale

Alphys x Undyene (obviously-)

Sans x Toriel (hear me out...punny power couple)

Grown!Papyrus x Mettaton (he still be innocent, though, while Mettaton be like the complete oppisite-)

4: Undertale AUs

Fell/Red x Classic (idk why, they just seem to...fit.)

Horror x Farm Sans (DOMESTICATED COTTAGE COUPLE- Y E S)

Nightmare x Killer (Put Crescent in that shit and they suddenly hate eachother, lol-)

Geno x Reaper (Hear me out...Geno be the only one that can touch Reaper- [bc if ppl touch Reaper they die, but Geno can't-] SO FRICKIN' ADORABLE)

Edgy x Stretch (SAME WITH FELL/RED X CLASSIC)

Ink x Error (Just a ship I support)

Dream x Cross ( f i t )

Dream x Ink (somebody explained to me how the ship makes sense and I love it-)

5: Sally Face

Larry x Sal (PERFECT SENSE-)

Ashley x Sal (I only ship it bc I support)

6: Stranger Things

William Byers x Micheal Wheeler (don't even have to explain-)

Jane Hopper × Maxine (Max) Mayfield (*cough* bisexuals *cough*)

Micheal Wheeler x Jane Hopper (I still ship it only bc of seasons 1 & 2, tbh-)

Lucas Sincliar x Maxine (Max) Mayfield (TWO BISEXUALS)

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper (DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN???)

7: Camp Cretaceous

Ben Pincus x Darius Bowman (GAYS ALWAYS SLAY)

Kenji Kon x Brooklyn (forgot Brooklyn's last name bro Y E S)

Sammy Gutierrez x Yasmina Fadoula (LESBIAN CAMPING COUPLE)

8: TAWOG

Obvious cannon ships.

9: Steven Universe

Samr with TAWOG

10: Paranormal Park

SAME SHIT

11: Adventure Time

Same. Fucking. Shit.

12: Locke & Key

Same shit-

13: Sweet Home

Yk the drill-

#harry potter #camp cretaceous #fantastic beasts #stranger things #sweet home #steven universe #paranormal park #locke & key #sally face #undertale #undertale aus #lgbtq+ #gay #lesbian #lgbtqia #lgbt representation #lgbtq pride #non-binary #non binary #agender #bonely hearts club #tawog

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Summary: What do you do when your siblings want to destroy Heaven? Try to stop them and hopefully not have to kill them in the process.

Canon: Supernatural (AU), Season 10

Pairing: None (in later chapters there will be)

Characters: Bobby, OFC!Alex Morgenstern, MOC!Dean, Sam. Mentions of John and OMC!Adam Morgenstern

Warnings: Cursing.

Word Count: 2,380

Author’s Notes: AU Spn. Bobby Lived. Charlie lived.

Author’s Notes 2: Finally wrote! It’s out. I hope you enjoy it. I welcome comments and feedback.

REMINDER: Please do not post on any other website without permission from ME. Please feel free to reblog on tumblr.

Beta’d: @fluffiest-dreams and @myloversgone

With it near nightfall the sun started to set in the cloudy sky, Bobby, still with his cap on, turned on the headlights and radio. Making it scan for a local channel and stopping on the first oldies station. A chuckle came from the woman in the passenger seat as she glanced at him and then back at the road ahead. She leaned forward to stretch out her back from sitting so long and scratched the back of her short auburn hair, “Where are we goin’?”

“I told you. I need some books for my next case,” Bobby said matter-of-factly.

“You haven’t said where though. Where are you going to get these books from? I mean are we meeting an antiques dealer? Going to a bookstore? Picking them up from an Amazon locker? What?”

“You gotta wait until we get there. We might be staying a while, actually,” he stated, deliberately ignoring her question.

Her brow furrowed, eyes narrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin glaring line. “What? But you said—“ She took a deep breath. “Oh my God! You and my Father. Keeping secrets like it’s gonna kill me,”she said, getting louder with each word, yelling the last two. She unbuckled her seatbelt and angrily climbed into the backseat; although, careful not to hit him, he was driving.

She pursed her lips as she got settled in the back. “I’m hungry,” she leaned back, crossing her arms and placing her chin on her chest. “I’m tired of these secrets, Bobby. I don’t give a damn what my Father told or asked you to do. I don’t have to stay here, let alone be treated like I’m some stupid child or newbie hunter. I’ve been doing this shit since I was 14.”

She laid across the backseat with her boots flat on the seat, arms still crossed over her small chest, and chin still on her chest. She stared out the window at the darkening passing trees and orange-pink sky trying not to just leave especially with all her belongings in the trunk.

Bobby adjusted the rear view mirror slightly but remained silent while he periodically looked at her.

“I can just leave, Bobby,” she paused, then added, “ can just poof; I’m gone,” she said almost sing-song-like.

Tires suddenly squealed as the car came to a sudden halt causing her to roll her unbuckled self into the floorboard yelling, “Ahh.” She quickly got up and sat back on the seat, confusion written across her face as she stared at the back of his head.

She opened her mouth but Bobby leaned back glaring daggers at her face, so she shut it. “Listen here, girl. I promised your Daddy I would keep you safe. Heaven or hell. If I have to track you down, I will but I’m chaining your butt to a chair with them sigils, so it don’t happen again. Got it?”

Her eyes quickly looked down into her lap and she fiddled with her fingers. She knew she was in trouble so she quietly replied, “Yes, sir.” She sighed quietly as Bobby got the car going again and she buckled her seatbelt.

“We’re just about there,” he said a bit exasperated and adjusted his cap. “Dean’s making spaghetti.”

She looked up at him in the rear view mirror, “Dean? As in Dean Winchester?” She leaned back haughtily and crossed her arms. “No wonder you didn’t want me to know. My Father would be pissed if he knew we were working with them.”

“Yeah, well, your Daddy is something else and doesn’t know shit sometimes,” Bobby replied.

“Preaching to the choir, Bobby. Why do you think I stopped doing cases with him? Only doing easy shit. A coward.” She opened her mouth then closed it, and then opened it again, “Why does he hate them?”

Bobby sighed while rubbing his forehead under his cap. “From what John told me years ago, he called Adam out on some shit and hated him ever since. Never told me what though,” he explained.

A few minutes passed and she finally asked, knowing she should ask before getting there, “Hey Bobby, are those Edlund Carver books true?”

Bobby rolled his eyes looking in the rear view mirror, “Do not bring those up. They hate them.”

“He’s a prophet, right? That’s why they’re about the brothers, yeah?”

“Something like that. I don’t know. Just...don’t,” he said exasperated.

“I won’t mention it. Promise,” she agreed right hand up.

She came down the stairs behind Bobby holding her duffle in one hand, a medium-sized chest in the other, and a satchel across her shoulder. “Nice digs,” she said aloud as she walked down.

A foyer-type space containing a long table with a USA map in it greeted her and opened towards a kitchen and a small library-like area. The place was made of brick and cement and decorative paneling, which she knew was common for an underground bunker except for the paneling. She’d never been in one, let alone one that was this size. She had no idea they could be made the size of a house but underground. Maybe I should get one of these, she thought to herself with a half-smirk across her pale pink lips.

“Thanks,” said Sam.

“Hey,” Bobby said with a wide smile on his bearded face, dropping his bag and hugging Sam, patting his back.

“Dinner’s ready,” yelled Dean from the kitchen.

“Come on, I’ll show you your rooms and then we can eat,“ Sam said and then offered to help, “Need help with those?”

She shook her head, “Nah, ain’t too bad. I’m stronger than I look.” Sam nodded with a small smile and motioned for them to follow him through the kitchen and down the hall.

Bobby and her put their stuff down in their designated rooms —each staying in a concrete walled, spartan-like bedroom with a full size bed, small wooden nightstand with a lamp, and chest of drawers matching the nightstand— they chose not to unpack yet and headed back to chow. As they sat down to eat, Bobby made the introductions, “This is Alex Morgenstern.”

Alex waved with her other hand as she pulled the empty fork from her mouth.

“Alex, Sam and Dean Winchester,” He said, pointing to each as he spoke and then dug in.

“This is really good, Dean,” Alex said once her mouth was empty.

“Thanks.”

Alex helped clean up the dishes and washed.

“Alex, you don’t have to do that,” said Sam.

“I’m gonna be staying here for a bit. Might as well help where I can,” She replied. “I don’t mind. Besides, Bobby doesn’t want my help with his case even though I’m,” she leaned towards the entrance to yell her next words, “PRETTY SURE I KNOW WHO HE IS AFTER EVEN THOUGH HE REFUSES TO ASK ME FOR HELP!”

Her brow furrowed as she went back to washing the dishes. “Stubborn old man,” she mumbled.

Sam chuckled at her nodding, “Sounds like Bobby.”

“Why don’t you go help him find whatever he is looking for? I’m pretty sure it is a demon that hasn’t shown up for a few centuries until recently due to all this new age-y witchcraft movement.”

Sam tilted his head, “Know a name?” he asked, standing there listening to her.

“Gamellus,” she said. “Asshole demon who acts similar to djinns except they’re draining your life force, not blood, and slowly warp your desire to kill you if they don’t do it first. Records show it would hit villages. Possessing the first person who they grant their desire to before they drain the first person's life force fully since it needs a body— look good for the masses, I guess—but you know demons, don’t know a body is dead until they leave. I don’t know how or why they do that. It seems stupid but eh.” She shrugged.

She started rinsing the dishes, “Bobby just doesn’t know how to kill it. I’m sure he was hoping to get you guys to help him figure it out.” She paused,” I told him Gamellus is a lot tougher than they look and it only goes after worshippers at first. Depending on the history you read, it’s either considered a demon or a god. It’s actually a demon that was worshipped as a god but as it killed its followers, less and less worshipped them. There has been no new evidence for several hundred years and only speculation in the recent two hundred.”

“Seems you did your research,” Sam complimented with a smile.

Alex looked up at him and felt heat rising to her cheeks. She cleared her throat and turned away putting the dishes on the drying rack, “Other than some protection using Gamellus stones, I have not found a way to defeat it. I mean other than de-possessing it from their first host which doesn’t necessarily make it go back to Hell with it being a higher-level or more powerful demon than what I’ve typically seen with possessions. It’d probably just leave before it was fully de-possessed, so finding out how to kill it would be better.”

She paused and looked at Sam again, “I’m worried though this isn’t even a demon and it’s really a djinn. Poisoning traumatic mindfuck. While potentially more likely to survive if you have the antidote, reviving a lifetime of trauma which no one wants to unpack.”

Sam opened his mouth to speak but Bobby interrupted and called, “Alex.”

She dried her hands and nodded at Sam to follow. Walking into the map room, she looked around again, silently ooo-ing and ahh-ing at everything in the room. She finally walked to Bobby, “Yeah?”

“Can you translate this?” He asked.

She looked down at the book and touched the page, “It’s a form of ancient demonic.” She picked up the book looking at the image closely, “Yeah, hang on.”

“Demons have a language?” Dean asked between sips of his beer.

Alex looked up, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t they? Angels speak Enochian. Why can’t demons have a language too? I mean most demons were former humans. They gotta communicate in a common way somehow.”

“Isn’t Enochian innately known by Angels?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, Demons are the same,” she explained as she continued looking at the book. She started pacing with the book, her lips moving silently. A sudden laugh escaped her, she stopped abruptly her cheeks turning pink with all eyes on her, ” Sorry.”

“What’s funny?” Bobby asked.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a demon…” her eyes looking up as she tried to figure out how to explain what she read. She looked at them and stated, “a demonic joke.”

Dean and Sam raised their eyebrows at her. She raised her own eyebrows in response and rested a hand on her hip while defensively stating, “I like dark humor.”

“You gonna tell me what it says?” Bobby inquired turning towards her.

“Listen, this isn’t easy. It’s like trying to translate Egyptian hieroglyphs into English. There is a lot that goes into it because you gotta figure out when it was written to figure out the meaning and sound it produces, and then I have to translate it into actual, current demonic just so I can translate it into English. Ok?”

“Ok.” Bobby put his hands up.

“Why do you need to translate it into another form of demon?” Sam asked, brow furrowed almost worriedly.

“It’s how I learned Abyssal, you know, this demonic ancient language I’m trying to translate here,” she explained while absentmindedly staring at the book.

Dean looked at Bobby questioningly. Bobby silently shrugged in reply, “She knows demons.” Then added, “and Angels.”

“This is the shit you and I already know, Bobby, except one detail. Gamellus was cursed by Asmodeus, apparently, after failing to…” she paused, “something about not following his orders but there aren’t specifics.”

“Well, that’s something,” Bobby smiled.

“It doesn’t say what Gamellus was cursed with, just that it was cursed and why.” Alex put the book down on the table. “I wonder what other historical books y’all have related to demons. Sam, could you help me find those?”

“Of course, card catalogue,” he spoke and motioned her to follow.

“Wow, a card catalogue. Haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“How do I cross reference again?” Alex asked.

Later that night, Alex settled into her room. She unpacked her clothes and put them in the chest of drawers: one for pants, tops, and undergarments. The next drawer she placed the numerous knives she brought still in her thigh holsters, two 9-mil glocks also in gun holsters, an ammo box of bullets, a large cigar box of miscellaneous pendant-style metal symbols, pieces of varying shapes of metal no bigger than the size of a quarter, folded pieces of colored paper, and a breast knife glued to the inside of the lid. She paused a moment, closed the lid of the cigar box and grabbed three slim, palm-sized, all metal throwing knives. She placed one under her pillow, one in her back pocket and one in her front pocket of her jeans.

She moved the medium chest between the wall and bed at the head. She took her key out and unlocked it,

Hung the lock on the hook preventing the chest from being locked again. She began to hum No Quarter by Led Zeppelin as she opened it up looking around. There were more clothes, some linens, and labeled bags of various dried flowers, herbs and spices on top of books. She grabbed the top book from under the bags and closed the lid, and then laid down on the bed. Inside the spine was a space that held a pen she removed and began writing in the book.

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[dragonmuse]

Oh yes, pretty please to the fic list thing!! I would love that!!

All right then! Here we go on a journey. I have listed these in the order they occurred to me and then by going through my bookmarks, then sorted by fandom. Some of these I’ve read upwards of a dozen times, some pre-date AO3, but all have been moved over.  I’ve been in fandom a long time, so it’s a long list! 

Letters from the Northern Continent by thehoyden. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.  Garak/Bashir. A poignant look at Julian going to Cardassia to help in war devastated areas. Probably my favorite fic of all time, if I was forced to choose just one.

Jeu-Parti by Macedon. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Jake/OMC.  Jake meets an unusual Vulcan who changes the trajectory of his life. Over the course of the series, Jake grows up, becomes a father himself and learns how to love a person, who is both entirely different to him and yet so much the same.

Children Will Look To You (title shortened) by Staight_Outta_Hobbiton. Star Trek: Alternate Original Series.  Bones-centric.  Bones accidentally adopts the children orphaned from the destruction of Vulcan and takes them home to his huge family compound. All the found family feels. The series is WIP, likely permanently, but feels very satisfying as is. 

Most Likely To by Kaneko. Breakfast Club. John Bender/Brian Johnson. Sometimes life doesn’t go like you planned, but you still wind up where you’re supposed to be.

Higher Education by Resonant. Breakfast Club. John Bender/Brian Johnson. Bender makes a life for himself in opposition to his father’s and it turns out pretty well. Bender’s struggle with his sexuality is realistic, heart-breaking and then healed. 

Watchmen Zombie!Au by etherati. Watchmen. Dan Dreiberg/Rorschach. What if becoming a zombie was the best thing to ever happen to Rorshach? Dan navigates the changes in his friend and the world. There is a touch to this story that has never let me go. I think it’s the slow burn of it and the real consideration for how even the most difficult, hardened people can let themselves grow softer. 

Ladders by emungere. Hannibal. Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter. I read a lot of Hannibal fic, but this one stuck to my ribs. A long journey with Will and Hannibal as they sort out their life post-cliff dive, in a house in France.

Responsible Science by lettered.  Avengers. Bruce Banner-centric. This series is mind-meltingly good if you enjoy philosophical debates, troubled protagonists and serious takes on tropes. There’s de-aging, time loops, and more, but they are all taken deadly seriously. Bruce is a fascinating lens to journey with, his sharp edges never dulled down for narrative convenience. 

PWP: Pie Without Plot by orange_crushed and MajorEnglishEsquire. Supernatural. Dean/Castiel, Sam/OFC.  Dean gets to hang out in a bakery and run it and accidentally falls in love with doing it. Sam gets a kickass girlfriend. It’s just good, clean , floury fun.

And This Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets. Supernatural. Dean/Castiel. AU where Castiel is a poetry professor, who’s class Dean reluctantly audits as an adult, only to discover that the lone poetry book he published as a young man is Castiel’s personal favorite. This story is poetry in its own right, aching and lovely. 

At Least There’s the Football by sheffiesharpe.  Sherlock. Mycroft Holmes/Lestrade.  This series is about falling in love in a very realistic and heartfelt way. It’s elegant and kind with its characters. 

The Least of All Possible Mistakes by rageprufrock. Sherlock. Mycroft Holmes/Lestrade.  Lestrade has always been a woman in this story. She is also a gorgeously fully realized character that makes me cheer for her and makes me cry for her, even though I’ve read it a dozen times and know how it all turns out.

Of Old Mystics by omphalos and Wolfing.  Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Ethan Rayne/Rupert Giles. This fic is probably the longest on the list, spanning more than half a million words. It’s a novel about chaos and order, love and destruction. 

Little Gods by Teland and Jane St. Claire. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and X-men. Nate Grey/Oz Osbourne. Take the chilliest werewolf of all time and let him go on an amazing journey with one of the most powerful mutants to ever live. It reads like a dreamscape.

Pike and Benny Stash by Viridian5.  Buffy the Vampire Slayer (movie). Pike/Benny.  Just teenage dirtbags falling in love. This was written in 1999 so I think it’s the oldest on the list. I definitely read it as the series was posting, so that’s fun.

Everything About It Is a Love Song by pocky_slash. X-Men. Charles Xavier/Erik Lensharr. Erik shows up when they’re in their seventies and is like ‘come retire with me’ Charles :). It’s just very sweet and tender. 

Zweiundachtzig by Dow. X-Men. Charles Xavier/Erik Lensharr. A modern au where Erik makes jewelry and in sharing a studio with Raven, finds a family and the love of his life. Just makes me want to melt into a puddle really.

Frankenstein and the Newt by orphan. Pacific Rim. Newton Geizler/Hermann Gottlieb. A sprawling series that launched several aus of itself.  It is touching, philosophical, funny and also deadly-serious. The Omelette-verse stories are my favorite, but they’re all great. Contains monster fucking. 

Absolute Beginners by adreadfulidea. Archie Comics. Jughead Jones/Reggie Mantle. This was a Yuletide story and I can’t even say why it grabbed me by the throat so hard. It’s shorter than I usually hold this close to my heart, and really about a single day. I just love it.

Human Interest by MadLori. Brokeback Mountain. Ennis del Mar/Jack Twist. A reporter stumbles on a ranch owned by two men and decides to write about them. Instead she becomes close with them, learns about their past and becomes a part of their future. Sprawling look at what they could’ve been.

Under the Table and Dreaming by hollycomb. Toy Story. Sid Phillips/Andy Davis. Don’t let the pairing or fandom dissuade you. This is the story of two lost kids that find each other, hold on tight and don’t let go. It’s about adjusting your expectations, figuring out what love looks like at every age and stage of life. 

Mod About You by Ellabesmirched. Star Wars. Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux. Modern AU where Hux is a businessman and Kylo is a tattooed, pierced and much kinder version of himself. Lots of drug use, discovery and sex.

#favorite fics #do recommend #I'm sure as soon I hit post I'll think of a dozen more #but these are the ones I've re-read the most #I like 'em long and dense

[prpfs]

Hello! I’m a 21+ writer looking for a few fandoms and pairings, my preferred character is in bold! 👀🧡

I am advanced-literate and write multi-paragraph to novella style replies, usually longer for things like starters and transitional scenes and shorter on dialogue heavy replies. I am an Active partner at the moment and only looking for the same.

I love slow burn stories and enjoy angst a lot. I’m good with action, darker themes and themes such as mpreg but also fluff. I have no limits so throw anything my way. Let’s discuss some of the themes that could come up in advance. I am happy to write side characters and explore relationships outside of the main pairing as I have a lot of love for the other characters in these fandoms. I’m good with OOC conversations, for plotting and such, like sharing memes and photos and just buzzing together over the story!

Like and I’ll hit you up OR, even better, DM me. Please, please send me a decent introduction too as as I love nothing better than having a partner there with their info and their thoughts from the get-go. We want to write together so show me that, please? I likely won’t reply to a ‘yes i’m interested in ____’ type reply.

Loki

Loki/Mobius

My idea for them is as follows

• Messing with the timeline slightly, what if Mobius was sent back to the moment of his abduction by the TVA? And in classic Loki style, what if he decided that the sane thing to do was stalk Mobius on Earth. I’m picturing Professor Mobius? I’m also definitely picturing single-dad Mobius because of how good he was with the kid at the church.

• Anyway. Loki figures he’ll watch for a few days. Check Mobius is happy. Flash forward to a week later and he’s getting a member of the faculty fired, framing himself as a substitute and introducing himself to Mobius at work.

• Office romance, re-falling in love, slow burn… all leading to angst when the TVA inevitably reappears and suddenly Loki and Mobius find themselves on the run (with a toddler). Perhaps they end up on Asgard? We can tweak the timeline all we want.

Kingsman

• Eggsy/Harry

I have an idea for an Apocalypse AU - maybe with Harry being from an affluent, gated community run by Arthur who refuses to let anyone new in. Eggsy from a scrappy, rundown group made up of the characters from the estate (Dean, Michelle etc). They could meet on a run and have to spend the night together trapped, negotiating a plan out and divvying up supplies. Perhaps the second meeting could also be a coincidence, but enough of one to make them feel the spark between them.

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus/Diego

- Open to anything with these two, canon divergent through to AU’s. 60’s story where they land together and need to make a life of their own? Pushing Daisies AU, with Detective Diego working with Klaus to solve murders, pre-S1 story where they stayed close… Anything and everything.

Klaus/Ben

- Open to lovely canon Ben or a darker Sparrow Ben, depending on what you feel up for writing! Twisting the story to where Ben doesn’t die? 60’s story where they do something other than starting a cult? Post S2 tale where Ben is returned to life and suddenly has to deal with feelings for Klaus / being back in the land of the living. AU’s aplenty. Give me your thoughts!

Klaus/Five

- I’ve got a bit of an idea for a couple of plots.

- One starts as smut and develops as we go on. I’m thinking, at some point in the timeline, we find them taking a break. Five is stuck in this body and that comes with being overwhelmingly turned on. I’d love for him to go to Klaus and for them to come to a no-strings-attached arrangement where Five can experiment all he wants until he’s bored. But, as time goes on, it becomes less business and he is certainly not getting bored. Cue him realising he’s got feelings.

- Another is more of an antsy time-loop story. With the Brellies having settled down, Klaus decides he’s quite fine with ending things and takes his own life (no immortality ofc) and Five is the one that finds him. Of course he responds by going back in time. Why wouldn’t he? He thinks that’s it but when it happens again a week later, he realises simply blinking isn’t the solution and he has to take a more hands on approach by spending time with Klaus. He starts calculating data on how to fix things each time and, along the way, makes the mistake of falling for Klaus.

- Apocalypse AU where Klaus wakes up in the middle of Five burying him

- 60s AU where they land together and Five realises just how much time they might have on their hands - the two of them finding shelter, creating something of a happy life together that neither are keen to have torn apart. I’m just imagining them falling in love in the closest thing to a happy home and domestic bliss any of them have ever had. Where, for a while, their problems aren’t the end of the world as they become each others world. Five can be physically aged up a little for this, if you like!

Stranger Things

- Steve Harrington/Jim Hopper

I’m thinking it starts with Hopper recruiting Steve as a babysitter for El when Hop is working late and he’s anxious to leave her alone and Steve proving himself good with her and capable. Eventually hooking up one night. Starting something hidden.

DM @lestatdelioncourted if interested!

#loki roleplay #loki rp #kingsman roleplay #kingsman rp #umbrella academy roleplay #umbrella academy rp #stranger things roleplay #stranger things rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #cc x cc #mild

[lizstiel]

ask and ye shall receive~

#mine #my art #twin au #spn #supernatural #jack #bel #claire novak #cas #dadstiel #im writing im writing!!!!! #((((and yes dean is in this au ofc)))) #((((also benny/jo and sam/eileen)))) #bel will only sit on benny's shoulders tyvm ((chayya i havent stopped thinking about it....ur mind....))

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

SO, that Lucy!Courier AU?

HEHE

Kay so I explained some here

And here

I imagine there's many things in The Mojave she's never seen before back in California such as deathclaws she's never seen a cyberdog before nor a functioning eyebot either she loves nightstalkers and hates cazadors she's also very fascinated by securitrons she loves Yes Man that is her son

She really doesn't like The White Glove Society because their masks freak her out

She's a western nerd she watched a lot of old Cooper Howard movies from before the war that she found on holotapes she always wanted to be like the cowboys Cooper Howard played she also liked watching movies with Vera Keyes she is down bad for that starlet and it's one of the supporting reasons she kills Dean because of what he did to Vera

Her first encounter with The Legion was traumatizing to say the least she heard stories about them back in California but nothing could've prepared her for Nipton

Really haven't figured out what she does with The Brotherhood she doesn't help them especially after what they did to Veronica but she doesn't want to kill them either because of Veronica so Idk if she leaves them alone or if I will write out another way The Brotherhood gets wiped out without her involvement Idk

#asks #fallout #fallout show #fallout new vegas #fnv #fnv courier #courier six #courier 6 #the courier #lucy maclean #courier!lucy au

[emonatural]

smile i was just thinking about u earlier when i got pumpkin in my little coffee. hii<3 sending u pumpkin coffee vibes

omg amanda, this is so special!!!! it is our time to shine <33333

#cas loves pumpkin too ofc #and he's a dunkin' man #it's practical and he likes the pink and orange color scheme #and he can get munchkins for his little munchkin #jack :) #dean mocks the pumpkin spice craze but he drinks half of cas' psl every time #yes we are out here writing spn dunkin AUs in the tags :) #asks

[tyonfs]

hi<3 i love your fics they are super good! i wanted to ask something hehe . could you (if you want to ofc!!) make a fic about mark? i mean like you are enemies with him but eventually u fall in love with him and the u guys dating but its almost full of angst then fluff and smut? its ok if you dont want to! i just wanted to ask this<3

author’s note: hello anon !! i’m sorry for getting to this so late 🏃‍♂️ but omg i hope you enjoy this little bullet fic tho! AND TYSM i’m so glad you like my fics 🥺💞

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

summary: competing with the bane of your existence, mark lee, for a letter of recommendation from the dean was bad enough. on top of that, he was now the manager at your new job.

genres: enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, smut, crack, slight angst, coffee shop au, college au

warnings: profanity, sexual tension!! bc what’s e2l without sexual tension, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!), hate sex, making out

finding out the dean only wrote a letter of recommendation for one student every year was probably the third worst news you could have received today

the first being the realization that the dean had to pick between you and mark lee

the second being that you were against mark lee

mark lee: the captain of the ice hockey team, the student body president, and the top student in the english department

he was also a smidge too attractive for his own good which made you want to pull your hair out

hot people with shit personalities should be a federal crime

but your gripe with him right now was that damn letter of recommendation

how Canadian Shakespeare was all buddy-buddy with the dean was beyond your understanding

maybe it had to do with the fact that he was the student body president and a perfect all-rounder student but you were appalled when you walked into her office to see her laughing at something mark said

this was just unfair; she didn’t laugh at your jokes

mark wasn’t even funny! he was just a kiss-up and you were infuriated

“take a seat, y/n,” she said, wiping at the corners of her eyes. “mark was just telling me the most hilarious little tid-bit about edgar allen poe.”

ah, yes. edgar allen poe. what a riot.

mark smiled at you as you took a seat next to him, but you saw past his fake smile

“hey, y/n,” he greeted cheerily

you returned the stiff smile. “hey, mr. president.”

douchebag, you thought bitterly. who was he to say hi to you? clearly he’s working against you. this is his evil plot to watch your downfall.

“so, as you two know,” the dean interrupted your delusional thought process, “i only can give one student a recommendation and you two are my top candidates.”

you were practically on the edge of your seat, hanging onto every word the dean was saying

“so i came up with the perfect solution to decide,” she said. “write me a short paper by the end of next week on why i should pick you, attach your resumé, and then i’ll decide.”

you and mark turned to each other, exchanging a look

this was war

“end of next week? you got it,” you replied, fired up

you were confident you would get it

plus, you could add your new job at the coffee shop to your resumé—the timing was perfect

when you and mark left the room, it was like a switch flipped in him

“good luck getting the recommendation,” he said, raising his brows at you. “you’re gonna need it.”

“oh, please.” you scoffed. “save the attitude for when i get it. now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m gonna go to my first shift. have fun with your hockey pucks!”

you stormed off, enraged

you were not taking shit from a dude named after someone from the old testament

okay, so maybe the world hated you

“what are you doing here?” you sneered

it was very clear what mark was doing here, actually

above his name on his name tag read manager, and you’ve never wanted to die more

“i’m here for work,” mark replied with a smirk. “excited for your first day, y/n?”

“not anymore.”

“come on, don’t be like that,” mark cooed. “sora here is gonna show you the ropes.”

the perky girl mark gestured to was enough to slap you out of your brooding nature and manage a smile for her

she looked you up and down and grinned. “let’s get you an apron.”

you sighed as she disappeared into the back room

mark leaned close until his lips met your ear before he turned to leave

your stomach twisted from what you thought was hatred, but it felt odd

he whispered, “by the way, don’t think i’m going easy on you today.”

you groaned when mark walked off

your day couldn’t get any worse

newsflash: your day got worse

who knew making a coffee could be so complex? what the hell was steamed? did people enjoy making their orders longer than the declaration of independence?

mark sighed heavily when he saw you struggling with the whipped cream

“let me show you how it’s done,” he offered

instead of demonstrating like a normal person, mark walked up behind you so that you were caged against the counter, and he placed his hand over yours

this isn’t weird, you tried to convince yourself even though it was very, very weird

“gentle,” he murmured in your ear, pressing against the nozzle to create the perfect dollop of whipped cream over the drink. “got it?”

your heart was going crazy. screw mark lee

“mmhm,” you hummed, not trusting yourself to speak coherent words

you had to remind yourself that this was your mortal enemy, and he was clearly playing mind games with you right now

“so what’s going on between you and our manager?” sora asked once mark had gone to work the register. “i could feel the sexual tension all the way from the blenders.”

“nothing at all,” you replied coolly. “we hate each other’s guts. he’s just trying to break me down, but i won’t back down.”

“that’s a bit dramatic. i think he just wants to fuck you.”

you choked on air, backing away from the drinks. “no way in hell.”

sora laughed. “i’m just saying,” she said, “he doesn’t do things like that to the other girls.”

“trust me,” you replied. “we hate each other. whatever that was is just him trying to get into my head and mess with me.”

sora shrugged. “if you say so.”

you honestly weren’t quite so sure yourself, but if this was just mark’s plan to throw you off your game, you weren’t going to fall for it

and if this was how he wanted to play, you had a few tricks up your sleeve as well

“i thought you said you weren’t coming to the party,” renjun said as he watched you apply lipstick. “what changed your mind?”

renjun and jaemin were currently sitting in the middle of your room while you were putting on your makeup to go to a party with them

it wasn’t everyday you dressed up this good, but tonight you were ready to kill

but nothing too severe because you still wanted that letter of recommendation

“mark lee,” you replied, eyes practically burning holes in your mirror with how intense your gaze was

“i thought you hated him,” renjun said. “now you want to go to a party for him?”

“exactly, renjun. he thinks he can mess with me so i’m going to fight back.”

“sounds concerning, but you look great, y/n,” jaemin replied, giving you a thumbs-up

you beamed, turning around and placed your hand on your chest in gratitude. “why, thank you, jaemin.”

“but, y/n, what makes you think mark’s trying to mess with you?” jaemin inquired

you raised a brow at him. “you two are his best friends. you know better than anyone that we hate each other.”

“right.” renjun snickered. “and that’s why you’re wearing that low-cut dress?”

“i plan to make my revenge sweet, huang renjun.”

“oh god, they’re gonna fuck,” jaemin muttered

“we’re not gonna fuck, jaemin!”

jaemin and renjun were under the impression that your target was mark

and he was, but you weren’t going to get to him directly

your plan was to get to him by other means: his friends

there was nothing mark hated more than his friends getting along with his foe

he already had to deal with sharing jaemin and renjun with you, so you figured his breaking point would be if you got closer to jeno or hyuck

but you didn’t even get to carry out your evil plan because mark walked over to you himself

well, that was easy, you thought

his eyes were on your dress, examining the way the material hugged your body

you’d be lying if you didn’t say you were a little intimidated. being under his gaze was a little nerve-wracking

“you’re up to no good,” he observed

you batted your eyes innocently. “what makes you say that?”

“you look stunning.”

that would usually be a compliment but mark made it seem like you needed to be behind caution tape

“thanks? i guess.” you scoffed. “i just dressed up more than usual today.”

“yeah, okay,” mark drawled and looked back over his shoulder, which you assumed was him checking to see if his friends were around. “can i get you a drink?”

hook, line, and sinker

“i’m not drinking tonight, but we can dance,” you offered, slipping your hand into his

mark raised a brow at the physical contact but pulled you over so that you both were closer to the mosh pit

mark didn’t let go like you did; his eyes were serious and studying you like he was trying to calculate your every movement

his lips brushed against the shell of your ear when he leaned in. “i have a feeling you’re up to something, y/n.”

“oh yeah?” you taunted. “like what?”

“i can’t tell if this is about the letter of recommendation,” mark said, “or if you’ve already noticed how badly i want to fuck you.”

maybe it was a good thing you didn’t go get drinks with mark

because you surely would have spit it out all over him

“you want to—what?” you asked, cheeks heating up when your voice started to fail you. “did i hear that right?”

no way. there was no way in hell mark lee thought about you in that way. not after the constant bickering and teasing and—

wait

yeah, no, that just sounds like sexual tension, y/n, you realized

maybe you were stupid for intentionally ignoring all the signs, but that didn’t change much because the guy still pissed you off

even though the feeling of his lips against your skin was absolutely sinful

and the way his thighs looked in those jeans made your head a mess

and his hands on your waist left his touch lingering and left you wavering

the moment was ruined, though, because someone had to bump into you and spill their drink all over your perfect dress

“i’m so sorry!” the person apologized profusely

“it’s fine,” you replied

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t frustrated. how were you going to mess with mark’s head when you looked like this now? plus, you were sticky and felt gross

mark tutted. “look at you.”

something about his tone, about the way he was looking at you, made your stomach flip

mark grabbed your arm and continued, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

you could only follow after him as mark pulled you into the bathroom, closing the door behind him once you were in

“okay, now—fuck,” mark hissed and averted his gaze when you started peeling off your stained dress. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“isn’t that what i’m here for? to clean this?” you asked with a scoff

mark grumbled something incomprehensible and simply manned the door

“you don’t have to keep looking away,” you added with a smirk

“you’ll be in danger if i look at you right now.”

your breath got caught in your throat at his words, but you huffed and continued, “mark, why the fuck do you think i even wore this dress?”

a muscle in his neck flexed and his eyes darkened. it was all so incredibly attractive to you so you didn’t mind when he locked the door and made his way over to you, taking in the way you looked in lingerie

“you’ve been messing with my head these past few days,” he growled. “showing up to work and then dressing like this.”

mark snapped the strap of your bra and traced the fabric down, running his finger over your nipple

you shivered, even more so when he pressed the lower half of his body up against you and placed his large hands on your hips

“you’re one to talk. do you know how i felt when i found out you were the person i was up against for that damn—” you were cut off, gasping as you felt mark’s hand slip into your underwear and slide two fingers against your slit. “h-hey! that’s not fair!”

“you’re wet,” he observed, “and you talk too much.”

“fuck you.”

“it’ll be my pleasure,” mark murmured before he leaned in, kissing you with a vigor you had never seen in him before

you were caught off guard but before you knew it, you were wrapping your arms around his neck and trying to pull him impossibly closer

mark was a good kisser, and it didn’t help that he knew all the right things to do that got you turned on

he held the back of your neck, tilting your head up so he could reach you better, and his fingers wouldn’t leave your slit alone

when his thumb moved to rub small circles against your clit, though, you had to pull back for air, whimpering at his touch

mark smirked and took this as his opportunity to kiss down to your neck

“i should’ve done this a long time ago,” he whispered against your skin before planting kisses along the column of your neck

mark’s hands moved to the back of your thighs and picked you up so you were sitting on the counter

“just fuck me already,” you groaned out, running your hands through his hair

“beg for it.”

“you’re such a prick.”

“i can stop.”

you whined and gripped his shoulder. “please, mark,” you begged, heat rushing to your cheeks at what he was making you do. “please, please, please fuck me.”

mark’s lips curved into a smirk. “that’s more like it.”

before you knew it, mark was ripping off your panties and unbuckling his belt

he must’ve noticed your shocked look when you saw how big he was because he grinned, grabbed the back of your neck, and pulled you in for a deeper kiss

you were so dazed from the taste of his lips, but snapped out of it immediately when you felt him push himself into you

“mark!” you gasped out, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath once again

“f-fuck, you’re so tight,” mark moaned out, waiting for you to get adjusted and groaning whenever you clenched around him

when you got adjusted to his size, you met his eyes and mark immediately understood

he held your hips tightly and started thrusting, his merciless pace making you moan uncontrollably

“i fucking hate you,” you whined. “stop making me feel so good.”

mark moved one hand to clamp over your mouth. “quiet, kitten. we don’t want people hearing us, do we?”

you nodded, tears springing to your eyes and running down your cheeks as he hit that perfect spot every single time

your moans were muffled by mark’s hand but he got aroused each time regardless

his hand on your hip crept to press his thumb against your clit again, aiding his thrusts by stimulating you more

“c-close,” you whimpered out against his hand, and mark removed his hand just to hold your hips steady so he could go faster. “fuck.”

“you gonna cum for me?” mark cooed, leaning close to nip at your neck. “come on, y/n.”

you were at your limit

your climax washed over you and you came, crying out into mark’s shoulder as you were hit with intense waves of pleasure

mark was at his limit shortly after, groaning and pulling out so he could cum over your thigh

the both of you took a second to process what you had just done, and mark simply stared at you as his ragged breaths turned shallow

“you asshole,” you started, “we came here to clean me up and you made an even bigger mess.”

mark grabbed the dress you had strewn aside to slip over you again. “round two in the shower then?”

“this shower?” you asked, nose scrunching up in disgust

“my shower,” mark said. “let’s go to my place.”

you wanted to outright refuse him, but the sex was so good that you complied

mark’s driving was a bit concerning with most of his attention on you, but the both of you managed to make it to his apartment in one piece

he was ignoring his texts from his friends and you were ignoring yours, but you had no time to feel guilty because mark’s lips were on yours again

and round two was even better

now you found yourself in a dilemma

hooking up with mark once was fine and all

you both had your fun and sure, you didn’t follow through with your initial plan, but the sex was good

the problem was that it was too good

too good as in you hooked up with mark for six days in a row after that party

and you were currently making out with him in the back room of the coffee shop

too good as in you were starting to soften up to him

like he had gotten you both takeout the previous night

and you kissed him to say thank you

literally who does that?

and later he sent you a picture of his dog because he thought you’d like a picture of his dog

and fuck you, mark lee, you really did like the picture of his dog

you liked it so much that you added a heart reaction

and the night before that, he asked, “are you pissed off with me because we didn’t cuddle?”

he wanted to cuddle? he knew you wanted to cuddle? you wanted to cuddle?

you wanted to cuddle mark lee?

you also had to explain your whereabouts to renjun and jaemin

your friends were hellbent on finding out if you got together with mark or not, but you and mark had to keep your hookup under wraps

but that unfortunately didn’t stop you from accidentally blurting out that sex with mark was really good 

but, to be fair, you were drunk so it wasn’t really your fault 

plus, mark forgave you after you kissed him

this was a syndrome called Down Bad and you were not happy with it

what was this? rivals with benefits? acquaintances with benefits and downsides?

whatever it was, you were not happy

and you ended up pushing mark off of you

“what’s wrong?” he asked, looking concerned at how you withdrew

“what are we doing?”

mark straightened up, running a hand through his hair. “uh, making out?”

“no, like, are we just having fun until we go back to hating each other or what?” you asked. “because if you’re stringing me along, i don’t want to be part of it.”

“stringing you along? how am i stringing you along?”

“i don’t know, maybe you’re trying to get in my head because of that letter—”

mark cut you off with a frustrated sigh. “why is everything about that damn letter of recommendation?”

anger bubbled in your stomach. “how can it not be? that recommendation determines if i can apply to my dream grad school.”

“and you think it doesn’t make a difference to me?” mark asked. “why would i fool around with you right now when i could be writing my paper right now?”

“i don’t know!” you exclaimed. “i don’t know what you want from me. you already have the upper hand.”

mark put his hands over his face and groaned. “god, you really think i just want to play with your feelings and drop you? you know better than anyone else that i take what i deserve and leave behind what i don’t deserve.”

“what?”

“forget it,” mark grumbled. he backed up and made his way to the door, adding, “you’re working register.”

screw mark lee

screw mark lee for being against you for that damn letter of recommendation

screw mark lee for leaving you like this

and more importantly, screw mark lee for making you cry right now because you cared about him more than a stupid letter

you did a lot of thinking that night

well, you had to, because your letter was due the next day

but you thought a lot about mark said about deserving things

and frankly, you didn’t deserve this letter

you tried to cheat your way into knocking out your competition

even though that completely failed and you ended up catching feelings

but that was besides the point

you did a lot of thinking

and you weren’t sure if you came to the right conclusion, but it felt like the right thing to do

so you sat down and you started writing

it had been a week since you submitted your paper

you hadn’t spoken properly to mark since your argument at the coffee shop

sora had asked if there was something up and you ended up telling her everything

she assured you that he’d come back once he was done blowing off steam, but now you had to walk into your meeting with him and the dean

and you were nervous as hell

she was going to announce her decision and you had a feeling you knew who was going to get it

it was bad enough you had to sit through a meeting with mark during that, but did you really have to run into him outside her room?

“hey,” he greeted awkwardly

you froze for a second but greeted back, “hey.”

“hey,” the dean spoke from behind the both of you, a brow raised at how distant you two sounded

you balked and she walked past the both of you. “come inside.”

you and mark exchanged a wary glance before walking inside and sitting in the two seats in front of her desk

she grabbed two letters on her desk and handed one to each of you

“congratulations,” she said with a smile. “two letters of recommendation for the both of you.”

“what?” you and mark exclaimed, taking ahold of your respective letters in disbelief

“i’ve never had two students write papers on the other student, but i was impressed so i decided to give you both a recommendation this year,” she said

you turned to mark in shock. “you wrote your paper about me?”

mark was equally as shocked. “you wrote yours on me?”

“i had a feeling you didn’t plan to bring up each other’s achievements,” the dean said. “that’s all i have for you two, so again, good job.”

you thanked the dean before saying your goodbyes, but mark writing about you was still bugging you

“i told you i didn’t think i deserved it,” mark said once you two walked out of the dean’s office

“i didn’t know—god, i feel like such a bitch right now.”

mark smiled. “well, you kinda redeemed yourself back there. i didn’t see that coming.”

for the first time, you could confidently say mark lee’s smile made your heart swell 

“hey,” mark started, a touch nervous, “do you maybe wanna grab dinner sometime? and go see a movie or something?”

“is that a date?” you asked

“it could be.”

“mark,” you warned

“okay, it is!” he admitted, smile widening. “go on a date with me, y/n.”

you broke into a smile, too. “well, how could i say no to mark lee?”

mark laughed and swooped in to peck your lips

you could practically feel the happiness radiating from him 

“this calls for a quickie in the bathroom,” mark said

“absolutely not.”

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