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megamindsecretlair · 7 months

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Through the Fire

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (male receiving), size kink, all consensual. Praise kink, dirty talk. Mention of jail, drug use, guns, and violence. Angst. Established relationship. Spoilers for season 2 of Snowfall.

Summary: The night that Franklin shot Kevin, he made one stop before seeing his mom.

Word Count: 4,424k

A/N: Hello brainrot. Did I mention the brainrot? Because I have major brainrot. FX knew not to show them nasty ass sex scenes for him because I would be UNWELL. Anywhooo, I couldn't stop writing. This hurt me. I hope it both hurts you and makes you feral LOL. Thank you so much for the love on my first Franklin fic! Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @planetblaque @notapradagurl7 @miyuhpapayuh @henneseyhoe

The loud banging at your door made you nervous. No one knocked like that and it meant something good. It was either the police or some shit you didn’t want to deal with. You crept to the living room and looked out of the peephole. There was no one there.

The banging persisted and you turned to the sound, following the sound to your back door. You pulled aside the curtain on the door and saw Franklin looking over his shoulder. You opened the door.

“Franklin? What–?”

Franklin pushed past you into your kitchen. Cold air from outside hit your exposed arms and legs from the shorts and tank top you wore. “He’s dead.”

You closed the door behind Franklin and locked it behind him. The lights were still off thankfully and you peeked through the curtains, watching for anything suspicious. Though you didn’t know what you were looking for.

Franklin paced the dark kitchen rubbing his hands and his breaths were shaky and stuttered. “Who’s dead, Franklin?”

You’d never seen him like this. Franklin was the definition of cool and calm. Dread knotted in your stomach. ‘He’ could refer to anyone. You thought of Leon, Jerome, Kevin, Officer Wright. Naw. Franklin wouldn’t be this upset if it was that asshole Wright.

Franklin rubbed his head and you crossed the room. “Franklin, talk to me,” you said.

He was too agitated. He shook his head as he paced. “Is your moms home?”

“She workin’ late. Franklin, you’re scaring me.”

Franklin couldn’t take a full breath. In a minute, he was going to put a groove into the kitchen tile. “I told him! I told that muthafucka that somethin’ like this was gon happen. He didn’t wanna listen!”

You stepped closer to Franklin and grabbed him by the shoulders so he would stop pacing. Your head spun watching him go back and forth like a ping pong ball. Franklin stopped but wouldn’t look you in the eye.

“Tell me what’s going on, baby,” you said. You squeezed his shoulders. Franklin’s harsh breathing nearly echoed in the silent kitchen. Every sound was heightened and only served to put you more on edge.

“Kevin…Kevin’s dead. Because of me,” Franklin said softly. His face crumpled and he dug his hands into his eyes. A choked gasp escaped him. You realized that he was crying. Your heart shattered as you pulled him into a hug.

“What do you mean, Franklin?” He was saying words but it wasn’t making sense. You were no idiot. You knew what Franklin and his little friends were up to. You made him promise to leave that shit outside. So far, there haven't been any problems.

Franklin shivered in your embrace, his crying quiet and soft. You hated this for him. There was so much you didn’t know, that you wanted to shake from him. You wanted to demand answers. You wanted to yell and scream. None of that would help the situation. You needed to be calm for his sake.

You rubbed Franklin’s back, soaking in the feel of him. He had to bend at an awkward angle in order to put his chin on your shoulder. Surely, it would start to hurt him. You pulled away and glanced at his face.

Franklin’s eyes were unfocused, seeing something in his mind’s eye that you had no idea of. Whatever it was, left his eyes wide. You hated that look in his eyes. You pulled him towards the living room.

Franklin stopped and shook his head. He directed you towards your room in the back of the house. Bright light bathed your room and you cringed a bit at all of the girly shit. The Michael Jackson posters in your room. The comforter with flowers all over it.

Franklin turned off the light. The sudden absence of light gave you a flash of a headache as your eyes adjusted. The moonlight hit your room in such a way that you could still see most of Franklin’s features but not much else.

Franklin sat on the edge of your bed and pulled you next to him. You sat close to him and he put his head on your shoulder once more. You wrapped your arm around him and scratched his head idly.

“Please, baby, I’m scared,” you whispered.

“I shot Kevin. I thought…I shot him in the leg. He was gon be fine! Me and Leon had to leave him there,” Franklin told you. “We left him.”

Franklin’s voice broke and you kissed his head, absorbing the information. Franklin shot Kevin? It didn’t make sense. It was so out of character for Franklin. You remembered all the conversations you and Franklin had about guns. About protecting himself. But as more of a scare tactic. You didn’t want him to get beat up like he did when he first started all of this.

You shuddered remembering how hurt he was then. His face all swelled up and blood was sticking to his face. You told him then that you didn’t want something like that to ever happen again. You tolerated the guns because you knew he’d never use them unless he absolutely had to.

“Tell me everything, Franklin,” you whispered against his skin.

Franklin told you everything. About Kevin’s cousin still selling in Mexican territory. About the senseless murder. How Kevin screamed for the guy’s head no matter the cost to the business. Kevin wanted war and blood and violence. Franklin did what he could but he knew that if Kevin ever found out who did it, there would be no talking him down.

And that’s exactly what happened. Kevin betrayed Franklin. Sold the recipe to the Mexicans for the name of the man who murdered Kevin’s cousin. Kevin went to the park to kill the man in broad daylight, all the other people be damned.

“There were kids there,” Franklin said and sniffed. “He didn’t care. What it would mean for us or for him.”

“You did what you had to do, baby. I’m sorry. But if Kevin succeeded, you could be laying in a ditch somewhere,” you said. You knew your morals were messed up. But when it came to Franklin, nothing else mattered. You didn’t want that phone call. You dreaded it. You had enough nightmares about it to last you a lifetime.

“He’s my best friend,” Franklin said. He buried his head in your shoulder. Warm, wet tears slid down onto your tank top. You held him and let him cry it out. You didn’t know how to help him.

He needed some rest, truthfully. To sit with that he did. “Is that why you’re here? The cops are on you?”

Franklin shrugged and told you the rest. About an agent being on scene. Leon drove away fast enough that he should be safe. But he didn’t want you hearing anything about him from the streets. It was too risky to call. Riskier still to make the trek here.

You stayed across the street from him so it wasn’t entirely suspicious for him to be caught near here. Still. You wondered if he wouldn’t be safer in one of his properties. Something not tied to him.

Your mind raced thinking of how to keep him safe. Franklin’s shoulders shook one last time and he wiped his face.

“I’m so tired,” he said.

You scooted back in the bed and tugged on his arm. He kicked off his shoes and got into bed, placing his head on your stomach. He wrapped his arms around your middle and held on tightly. You stroked his head and kissed him periodically until his breathing evened out. He slept while your mind ran a mile a minute.

So many emotions and thoughts ran through you. How safe was he with you? How exposed was he in the streets and all these drugs? What the hell was an agent doing at that park? Did someone see them? Their car? Franklin was the smartest man you knew. You knew that for every question you thought of, he likely already thought of the solution. Still. The worry gnawed on you like a dog with a bone.

Time passed where you must have fallen asleep, because when you opened your eyes, Franklin was kissing your neck.

“Franklin?” You asked groggily. What time was it? Felt late. The moon was still out. Your window was open and a light breeze ruffled the curtains.

“I need to feel somethin’ other than…this,” he said.

“You need rest. We gotta come up with a plan or…”

“Please. Baby,” Franklin said and kissed you. He licked his lips and dived in for another kiss, longer and deeper this time. “You’re the only one who feels safe. Feel like home,” he said. He placed his forehead against yours and took a deep breath.

How could you deny him this? Outside was insane. Kevin was dead, there’s possible agents after him. On top of everything else…Franklin was constantly under stress. He took on so much responsibility.

You nodded. You kissed his cheek and then the other one. Franklin leaned up and his palm came up to cradle your cheek. You kissed his palm. His thumb feathered across your cheek before pulling you close into a kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and held him to you.

You’d give him everything you had. You’d ground him in whatever way you were able. If he needed to kiss, you’d kiss. If he needed your hands on him, you’d do that too. If he needed a ride out town, then you’d find a way.

Franklin kissed down your neck, to your chest. He kissed over the top of your tank top before yanking it higher and exposing your breasts. He played with them, rubbing it between his hands and pushing your breasts together. He kissed one and then the other, before flicking his tongue out.

You moaned and he wrapped his lips around your nipple. “Fuck,” you moaned. Each suckle of your nipple sent shivers right down to your pussy, making you contract and clench. Franklin blew his breath over the wet nipple and then moved on to the other one.

You pulled at his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his chest. You ran your hands over the expanse of his body. He shivered at your touch on him. He grabbed your hand and kissed your palm, then your forearm, and the crook of your elbow.

You leaned forward and kissed him, rising up. He followed you and you pushed at his shoulders until he laid down on your bed. He looked at you with a question in his eyes.

You couldn’t help much when it came to his business. You didn’t want to be involved. Sticking your head in the sand wasn’t much better. But there was nothing you could do. You didn’t know shit about business. Not like Franklin. However, you knew this. You knew him.

You knew that you could make him feel good and forget for a little while. To help him reset and think more clearly about all of this.

You got off the bed and pulled at Franklin’s legs, moving him to the edge of the bed. You unzipped his pants and pulled both it and his boxers off.

“Baby,” Franklin said.

You put a finger on his lips and sank to your knees. Your bed was a little high for what you wanted to do. You stood back up and grabbed a pillow, putting it under your knees. It made you level with his thick, long dick. He was getting harder by the minute.

You reached out and touched him. He hissed as he watched you. Studied you. It was like he was committing all of this to memory. You didn’t want it to be a memory. You were going to figure all of this shit out. He was going to stay safe.

You kissed his thigh and watched his reaction. He smirked at you. “Don’t just play with it,” he said.

Ignoring him, you stroked his dick and played with the precum beading on the tip. You kissed his balls and kissed a trail up his dick. Franklin sighed as he moved, leaning back on the bed on his elbows.

You licked his dick and he twitched on the bed. You inhaled the musky scent of him. You fondled his balls, rolling one between your fingers nice and slow. His breathing picked up, little hisses of groans.

“You are an evil woman,” he said with a chuckle.

You giggled and sucked the head of his dick into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” Franklin said. You popped it back out with a loud smack.

You waited and looked at him. Franklin looked down at you and smirked. “C’mon baby,” he said. You grinned and gave in. Some other time, you could tease him all you wanted. He always paid back in kind, but for now, he needed this quick and easy release.

You sucked him back into your mouth, as many inches as you could fit. You started to bob your head, getting his dick nice and wet. You slobbered as you pleasured him. Franklin let fly a string of curses and moans, rolling his head back.

His hand dug into your scalp and pulled your hair back. “Just like that. Fuck, just like that,” Franklin coached. You kept going, doing exactly what he wanted. Spit slipped out the side of your mouth and dripped down your chin. Franklin watched it slide and you could’ve sworn that his strokes increased. His thick dick nearly hit the back of your throat.

Franklin’s moans grew frantic. He couldn’t move your head anymore, his hand slipping. You opened your eyes and watched his head fall back. His jaw went slack. A last, strangled moan escaped him before his dick pulsed and hot jets of cum shot down your throat. You swallowed and licked it all up.

You moved your mouth off of him and kept stroking with your hand. He hissed and the look he gave you…it was ravenous. “Get that ass on this bed,” he said.

You grinned and stood up, shimmying out of your shorts. Franklin moved to the front of the bed. He laid on his back and pulled you by the arms. You straddled him and looked down into his eyes. It was always strange to look down on him for once. His height always forced you to look up at him.

To look up to his vision for the future. You spent plenty of time listening to him. He was like an old school Panther or activist the way he talked about the community. You’d follow him to the ends of the earth.

Franklin ran his hands under your shirt to feel your skin. He caressed your lower back. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped.

You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. You intended to give him all of the comfort you could. He quickly took over, kissing you deep and slow. You had all the time in the world to kiss him. Love on him.

Franklin shifted and moved you. His dick pushed into your wet heat and you shared a groan. “Franklin,” you whispered.

“Love my name on your lips,” he said. He kissed you again. He didn’t move. The thickness of him pulsed and twitched inside of you. He was content to sit and kiss you. His tongue slipped inside. He kissed and sucked on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth and releasing it.

He licked your lips. Explored your mouth. Each pass of his tongue against yours made your pussy contract and arousal flood his dick. “Like that shit, don’t you?” He asked.

You nodded. “Franklin, I love everything you do to me,” you said. You kissed him. “This right here? This is us. We’re the only things that matter,” you said.

“I just wanna make you feel good, baby,” he said.

“You make me feel so good,” you said.

“Yeah? Let me hear it then,” he said. He started to move his hips, sliding you up and down on his dick.

“Oh, oh shit,” you said. It was like he pulled the words from you. He dick stretched you out but in this position, it was comfortable. Your thighs were on either side of him. Your hands braced on his shoulders as you looked into each other's eyes.

There was still no sense of urgency. He moved slowly, pulling all the way out and then pushing back in and watching the way your eyes rolled. Your jaw would hang open, the breath stolen from your lips.

His hands gripped your waist, almost bruising. It only turned you on more. His moans fueled your own. “Feel so good,” you moaned.

“Shit, baby. Grip that dick,” he said. His head rested against your headboard, his eyes rolling back with a smile on his face. You loved when he got like this. When he let himself be free and open.

Your orgasm was building slowly but steadily. Climbing higher towards that delicious peak. “Franklin, please. Let me cum,” you begged. If he would go faster, you’d already be flying high.

Your hands traveled up, cuddling him close. You buried your head into the crook of his neck.

“Mm-uh, I wanna feel everything,” he said.

He continued that slow, tortured pace. The sound of your lovemaking squelched in the silent house. There was just you and him. Joined. Connected.

“Oh fuck, Franklin. That’s it,” you said. He managed to hit a spot deep inside of you.

“Oh, I like that,” he said. He hit that spot, over and over. Your moans turned wild and crazy. You bit his shoulder as that peak neared. You bounced on his dick as he routinely hit your spot.

“Oh fuck me,” you moaned.

“Just like that, baby. So fuckin’ beautiful. Never letting you go. Never letting this pussy go.”

You came on a loud curse, your legs shaking and your body going boneless. Franklin wrapped his strong arms around you and held you through it. “That’s it. Let it go,” he said as you talked you through it.

When you were done, you panted and moved to get off of him. He shook his head, capturing your lips once again. His dick twitched inside of you. He kissed you and he leaned up, taking you with him.

He laid you onto your back, kissing you. Rubbing your back and your thighs. He hiked one leg up and over his hip. The other, he spread wide. Then he started to pound into you like a man possessed.

His dick speared you over and over again. It robbed you of all thought. There was nothing but his dick hitting that spot again.

“Mhmm, take that dick,” he whispered harshly.

“Fr-Fra-”

“Mm-uh, just keep taking that dick.” He moved your tank up, gripping onto your titty and licking your nipple.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Fuck me, baby,” you screamed. You were leaning on one elbow and your free hand pushed at his chest. You just needed your bearings. But your hand slipped on his sweaty chest. Moonlight caught some of it, making it glisten.

“Mhmm, mhhm,” Franklin moaned.

You slapped his chest. His dick kept sliding in and out, slick with your arousal. You looked into his eyes. There was so much love and lust there, shining through his eyes. He kept eye contact, never breaking pace, as he leaned forward and kissed you.

“Who this shit belong to?” He asked.

“You, you, you,” you moaned. You were so close. Your moans and cries grew louder as your orgasm approached.

“This pussy yours, baby. All yours,” you managed to croak out.

“All mine?”

You could only manage a nod. Between his dick and your moans, you didn’t have time for anything else.

He pinched your nipple and you gasped. It surprised the orgasm out of you. Wave after wave of pleasure suffused you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head while your vision blacked out.

Franklin groaned and pumped you full of him. Spurts of cum shot into you, filling you to the brim.

You collapsed together, panting and laughing at what you just experienced. He smacked kisses all over your sweat slick skin.

“Thank you, baby,” he said in between kisses.

“You never have to thank me for that,” you said.

“Yes, I do. My mama always told me to be thankful for what’s mine,” he said with a devilish smirk.

You smacked his shoulder and he laughed. He slid out of you and his cum came leaking out. You groaned at the feeling. He got up and disappeared down the hall and came back with a wet rag. He helped clean you up and then he slid into bed beside you and pulled you close.

You both grew quiet. You listened to the strong thump of his heart. You were halfway to sleep, cuddled into his side.

“Baby?” Franklin asked.

“Hm?” You asked.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” He asked.

You turned to face him. The moonlight cast shadows on his face so he was half in profile. He didn’t look at you, he stared out of the window.

“You are the smartest, greatest man I know. You can never be a monster. Never.”

“What kind of great man kill they own best friend?” He asked.

“You didn’t know.”

Franklin shook his head, refusing to meet your eyes. “There could’ve been a different way,” he said.

“If there was, you would’ve found it. Things were moving too fast, like you said.”

Franklin took a deep breath but he was retreating from you. You could tell. He was closing in on himself, locking away the sweet man you’ve come to know. The walls that you’d spent months pulling down were building back up. Brick by brick.

“You’re not a monster, you have to believe that,” you said. You needed him to see. Before he disappeared completely behind those walls, you needed him to understand that crucial part.

“I need to go,” he said. He didn’t move but it was like he didn’t hear you. Nothing you’d say would get through to him.

“Franklin, don’t. What if there are people looking for you?”

“If they are, I don’t want to bring ‘em here. You’ve done enough for me. I love you,” he said. He kissed you, pouring unspeakable emotion into this kiss. It was unnameable. Something you could only feel in the tug of your soul.

“I love you. Stay here with me,” you said.

Your mom would flip so you thought of places to hide him. Your mom usually came right in, checked on you, and then went to bed. All Franklin had to do was lay on the floor until then.

Franklin kissed your cheek and got up from the bed. He started pulling on his clothes. His face closed down. He was not the same, scared person that showed up earlier that night. He was distant. Walled off. A pillar or a statue now, immoveable.

“Franklin, please,” you cried.

You stood up as well. He pulled on his boxers and jeans. You grabbed his shirt and yanked. You got into a tug of war as Franklin pulled the shirt from your grasp. He leaned down and kissed you, his hand caressing your cheek.

“I have to do this. I’ll see my mom and then I’ll get out of town for a bit,” he said. He tried to smile but it was too quick. Too fake.

“I’ll come with you,” you said. You didn’t care what you had to tell people. He couldn’t do this. But once Franklin got something in his head, there was no turning back. There was no talking him down.

“No. You have to stay here. Your moms will kill me,” he said with another fake ass grin. You groaned and pulled your panties and shorts back on. Franklin kissed your cheek and left the room. You hopped on one foot, trying to pull your shorts up. One side got caught under your foot. You cleared it and pulled your shorts up and ran after him. Fuck him and his long ass legs.

“Franklin! Franklin, don’t!” You pulled at his arm and he swung it, knocking you loose. He left through the back door. You couldn’t call after him. You searched the ground for your shoes. Fuck! Why was everything so fucking hard to find in the dark?

You slipped on a pair of flip flips and left the house but Franklin was nowhere to be found. You searched the dark backyard, looking for any sign of movement. You cursed softly and placed your hands on your head, rocking back and forth on your heels.

You went back inside, headed towards the phone in the living room. You picked it up and the dial tone sounded. Movement out of the window caught your eye. You put the phone back on the receiver and moved towards the window.

You peeked out from behind the curtain and saw numerous cop cars rolling silently. Their lights were off. You followed them with your eyes. They stopped in front of your house, in front of Franklin’s mom’s house. There was a soft glow of light on the inside.

“Franklin, no!” You went back to the phone, dialing the number. At that moment, the sirens sounded. Red and blue lights flooded your house, a swirling mix that only spelled danger. “Franklin,” you gasped.

You left your front door. The neighborhood left their front doors, heading outside in a mix of robes, rollers, and house slippers. Cold air slapped against your skin as you watched Franklin getting marched out of the front door by police officers. He was struggling and looked scared.

His mom called after him and yelled at the cops. You stood transfixed. This felt like it was happening to someone else. It felt like a television program. Any minute, it would turn to the commercial and leave this awful scene.

Your chest caved in as Franklin looked at you from over the hood of the cop car. He mouthed, “I love you.”

You did the same thing back. He was shoved into the cop car and the door slammed. It made you jump. Burning hot tears streamed down your face. The streetlights and red and blues swam in your vision.

You watched your future drive away and all you could do was stand there and watch.

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Some gallavich x reader fluff?🥹

I got you anon <3 I threw some other shit in here too

male! reader

“ rock, paper, gun; shoot! — fuck! ”

mickey lost yet another match of his version of ‘ rock paper scissors ’ to kev, resulting in him standing up from his chair and picking it up, only to throw it someplace in complete anger. just like the sore loser he was.

“ HEY! ” veronica shouted, throwing a dishcloth at him, “ take that shit outside! don't come in here messin’ up my bar! ”

“ fuck your bar, ” mickey pointed at her, to which she reeled her head back in return; a ‘ I know he fucking didn't ’ look overtaking v's face before she looked to kevin, expecting him to say something before she leapt over that counter and strangled mickey her damn self.

“ — and fuck you. ” mickey turned to kevin, now pointing at him.

“ hey, whoa! ” kev's brows furrowed together solemnly. “ no need to get physical and talk to veronica that way, man! it's just a game. ”

“ a fucking game you're cheating at! ” mick’ smacked the table; leaning over it to get a nice, good, sarcastic smile brewin’ in the male's face. “ ‘cause you're too much of’a dumbass to actually win it over and over. ”

“ ian! ” veronica called to the red head who entered the bar, you trailing behind him. “ get your damn dog and put ‘im on a leash! he's throwing my chairs just because he's pissy that kev keeps beatin’ him at a stupid-fucking-game! ” she was now heatedly scrubbing at the counter top, new rag in hand swinging about aggressively. “ you men and your damn games. grow a pair! ”

you looked at veronica wide eyed, but said nothing. of course you weren't offended by her words, her aggression when she got infuriated just always caught you off guard.

ian sighed and walked over to mickey, who still was going on about losing the dumb game. “ mick’, come on. you can't be that mad over losing a game. ”

“ ian, ” mickey moved away from ian's hand, which had extended to grab at him, and made a gesturing motion towards kevin. “ he fucking cheated. there's no way he keeps keeping me at rock, paper, gun. absolutely no-fucking-way! ”

blinking once, you stared at mickey as if he grew another head. “ how does one cheat in rock, paper scissors- sorry, gun?. ”

“ I don't fucking know! ” the brunette threw his hands up, turning to you. “ he just did, okay?! he's a fucking cheater! ”

“ I beg to differ. ” ian rolled his eyes, now crossing his arms over his chest.

you shook your head as you saw mickey's anger increase. ian was not helping by disagreeing with you guys’ boyfriend.

so, you helped the solution the only way you knew how-

“ kev, ” kevin leaned over, looking around ian's body to make eye contact with you, letting out a ‘ huh? ’. “ ya’ should apologize to mickey. cheating isn't cool. ”

mickey and ian's argument that had started up seemed to stop at that. they both turned to look at you, faces mirroring surprise.

honestly, it was comical, but you kept a stoic face while staring at kevin. you knew he wouldn't catch on, but veronica should.

“ what? ” kevin scoffed.

“ I said, you should apologize. ” you shrugged, twisting your lips to the side; sliding your hands into the pockets of your jeans. “ mickey is upset you cheated. it's not cool to cheat. say sorry. ”

kevin gawked at you in clear offense, “ but I didn't cheat! it was just luck! you can't- ”

mickey looked smugly at ian, glad you were defending him, while the red head just looked at you as if you were insane.

“ oh for fuck sake- ” veronica's loud voice boomed throughout the bar, making kev nearly jump out of his skin. his gaze shifted to her, while her eyes turned to him in irritance. “ just say you're sorry! get this shit over with! I'm tired of this bull. ”

“ but v- ”

“ kevin ball. ” veronica's stern, motherly voice came out and kevin knew not to argue with her then. he pinched his lips together, before exhaling heavily through his nose out of annoyance, and turning to mickey.

the brunette was standing there, arms crossed, looking as smug as ever. he clearly was waiting for his apology.

“ I'm sorry. ” kevin stated, letting his fingers thrung out in exaggeration. “ there, I said it. I'm sorry I cheated. ”

mickey widely grinned, “ good- ” he then snatched the money that was displayed on the table, the loose bills they stacked beforehand for their previous bets. kevin stared wide-eyed as the shorter male pocketed them. “ thanks for the apology. now, I'm leavin’- ”

“ you cant just take my money! ” kev sat up straight, scoffing. “ I earned that fair and square! ”

“ you cheated, ” mickey shrugged, “ so it's my money. ”

that being said, the brunette waltzed towards the door of the bar with a cockiness in his step. kevin looked at you, only to stare disheartedly.

shit.

“ uh.. ” you chuckled, rubbing at the back of your neck sheepishly. “ i- um- bye! ” you took out of there faster than he could reply, leaving ian behind.

“ tell your boyfriends- ” ian turned to kevin once he began to speak, “ that there's no more free drinks in my bar. ”

“ did you really have to take his money? ” you huffed, trailing after mickey through your living room and following him to the kitchen. it was your place but he acted as if he owned it.

“ my money, ” mickey corrected, opening the top cabinet and snatching out a box of cinnamon toast crunch. “ he fucking cheated, so the cash is mine. it came out of my pocket to begin with. ”

you rolled your eyes, “ mick’, I know not all of that came from your pocket. you're not dumb enough to agree to a bet unless you're getting more money than you already had. ”

he glanced at you over his shoulder, “ so you callin’ me fuckin’ dumb or something? ”

one blink. two blinks. and then you're staring at him as if he's an actual idiot in that moment. “ that's not what I said at all- ”

“ you said I'm not dumb enough, so that's stating I'm somewhat dumb, just to clarify, right? ” as he argued, he had enough time to go to the fridge and retrieve the milk and pour it into his bowl. so now, he was smacking his cereal aggressively, while giving you a pointed stare.

“ can you not? ” ian sighed as he entered the kitchen, only to dump his phone onto the table so he could remove his hoodie. it was rather hot in your place. “ I'd really like to go a day without you running your mouth. ”

mickey looked at ian with a ‘ are you for real? ’ expression. “ so I run my mouth? ”

“ stop- ” he sighed.

“ no, no- ” mick’ sat his bowl down before gliding over to get in ian's personal space. “ I run my mouth? is it too much for you? ‘cause I could just fucking leave. ”

“ mickey- ” you tried to interfere, but neither of them let up.

the ginger pressed a hard palm to mickey's chest, forcefully backing him up. “ you're not fucking leaving. stop acting so childish! ”

you sighed, this time combing a hand through your hair as you became fed up with your two boyfriends. “ guys! ”

they still didn't bother to acknowledge you, though. mickey was now raising his voice as ian got in his face as well, and it was becoming ugly - you didn't want this leading to something more violent. so, you gritted your teeth, and inhaled.

“ GUYS! ” that finally grabbed their attention.

ian's head swiveled around so that he could look at you. mickey peered over ian's shoulder. you looked to be fuming, smaller fists clenched down at your sides and the space between your brows pinched. “ will you two knock it off?! ”

scoffing, mickey pushed ian back -to which the red head stumbled and glared at him-, only to look at you with disbelief. “ why the fuck am I gettin’ yelled at? he started it. ”

“ you both, ” you gave ian a look that told him he better not open his mouth, “ are being stupid right now. stop- and mickey, you're not dumb, it's just the way I worded my sentence. ”

picking his bowl of cereal back up, mickry rolled his shoulders back, mumbling under his breath. “ course I'm not dumb... I'm fucking smart. ”

you cracked a smile at that.

“ now, ” you pointed a finger to them both, raising your brows. “ no more fighting, right? let's just relax for once. ”

ian glanced at mickey, and mickey glanced at him- but neither said anything. ian then sighed and nodded, “ yeah, no more fighting. ”

“ good. ” you hummed, before shuffling over to ian and pecking him on the cheek, “ thank you. I don't like it when you two argue. ”

“ hey, ” you both looked to the brunette, who had an arm extended dramatically so and a distraught look on his face. “ the fuck am I, chopped liver? ”

a giggle escaped you, “ no! ” and you made your way over to mickey, only to kiss him on the cheek as well. but he scoffed for the hundredth time.

“ that's no fucking kiss- ” he muttered, only to pull you closer by binding his arm around your waist. “ come ‘ere. ”

the male pressed his lips greedily to yours, intaking your warmth and savoring your taste. you could taste the cinnamon-y sweetness on him from the cereal, and it made you grin.

“ I think I deserve one too, ” ian whispered as he came from behind, too hooking an arm around you. you parted from mickey to turn your head and smile at your other boyfriend.

“ I love you guys. ” you chuckled, kissing ian sweetly. he kissed back, softness to his touch.

“ we love you too, doll. ”

#ian gallagher x reader #mickey and ian #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #ian gallagher #mickey x ian #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey milkovich #shameless us #shameless us x reader

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arriansarchive · 10 months

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Regular Request Rules + NSFW Request Rules

Regular (non-smut) Requests Basic Rules

Request in the ask box

I am allowed to not answer (shouldn't have to be said but it is)

Do not request the same thing twice

I might add/change more rules and characters as time goes on because I'm forgetful

Just Notes

Why is my Miles Morales shit post getting reblogged pleeease pick anything other than that

Reader Rules (non-smut)

I will preferably do male reader

I might do gn reader

I won't do female reader so don't ask

I will accept reader being a characters sibling

Character Rules (non-smut)

I will do romantic female characters

I will do romantic male characters

Reader Rules (smut)

I will do dom!top!reader

I will do sub!top!reader

I will not do sub!bottom!reader

Kink Rules (obviously smut)

I will do degradation

I will not do praise (I'm horrible at it sorry)

I will not do pet names of any kind

I might do other kinks if you specify

Character Rules (smut)

I would preferably do m/m

I will try to do gn/m

I will not do gn/f

I will do m/f

Fandoms I Will Do

Spiderman Into/Across The Spiderverse

Miles Morales

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O'Hara

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

(depends) Draco Malfoy

Nymphadora Tonks

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Veronica Fisher

Kevin Ball

Possibly others if you mention them

Young Sheldon

Georgie Cooper

Mary Cooper

IT Chapter 1/2

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrack

Bill Debsbrough

Stanley Uris

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Mike Hanlon

Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers (male reader only)

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Eleven

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Jason Carver

Eddie Munson

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (book)

Alma LeFay Peregrine

Caul Bentham

Jacob Portman

Emma Bloom

Fiona Frauenfeld

Hugh Apiston

Noor Pradesh

Millard Nullings

Enorace

Jillard

Joor

Jemma

Nuwho

Eleventh doctor

Twelfth doctor

Clara Oswald

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

River song

Fear Street

Kate Schmidt

Simon Kalivoda

Josh Johnson

Ziggy Berman

Cindy Berman

Alice Hart

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campell

Todd Morrison

Travis Phelps

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring (x m!reader only)

Tao Xu

Harry Greene

Elle Argent

James McEwan

Imogen Heanley

Issac Henderson

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Shallow friends

Characters: Reggie Mantle x male reader, Chuck Clayton (Platonic) x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Sad, happy ending

The gloomy atmosphere you had around you the last week, became stronger the more days passed by. Now on the seventh day, it was unbearable. Most of your friends had already distanced themselves from you, so as to not get sucked up in your mood.

Even at lunch, you sat most of the time alone, just because nobody could deal with your bad mood. Despite never talking to anyone about it, too negatively in that matter.

Only, Kevin, some of the football jocks, and Reggie your boyfriend, would be at your side, when they were at lunch that is. Since Kevin had his theater thing going on, he wasn’t as often as he used to be, at your side. While Reggie and his team trained most lunch hours.

Which would've left you with the rest of your friend group, but as the assholes that they are, they weren’t there for you.

But it was only the start of the day, so you had hoped, that your friends would be at your side, at least that day - The one you needed them the most.

There was just one problem. School itself. For some reason, talked the entire day about family, genetics and in English the teacher even told your class, to write an Essay about yours. That was the point, at which you finally exploded.

„Are you fucking serious?“, you blurted out angrily. Hands balled into fists, slamming down on your desk.

The entire class was stunned by your show of aggression. Until a week ago, you were a poster child for good behavior always smiling and helping others, which also was the reason, Reggie fell for you quickly. You transferred three years ago after your parents moved with you to this small town. „Do you have something to say, Mr. (Y/L/N)?“, your English teacher asked one part astonished, another fearful, and the third one, angry herself.

„I have a lot to say, but fuck you, is the most I will be willing to tell you!“, you screamed at her, while packing up your stuff, leaving her and the entire class in utter disbelieve.

No one ran behind you as you walked out of the school. Not once did you get a call or any visitors that day. You felt alone, broken and so sad. Why did everyone just forget about you? Why did no one care? Was it because you weren’t born in this small town? That they all just let you be? Especially on that day? The one that most likely was the day, that could've saved you but wasn’t allowed, because of your parents?

As you walked in the next day, you were already the talk of the century. Everybody had their piece to say about your sudden outburst. Called you a fake, because of your friendly, and good attitude before, but at this point, you did not care anymore.

It only got worse, when you wanted to step a foot in your first class and instantly got sent to the principal's office, where you got a good chewing and he told you to apologize to your teacher. But you denied his request.

He was perplexed at that, and instead gave you detention, which you also refused. As he wanted to call your parents, you just told him, he could try, but after what happened, they wouldn’t care either.

Instead of hearing the man talk further, you just left the room, back to your classroom, where all eyes sat on you as if you were some attraction in a zoo.

This class, your boyfriend was in as well, but every time he tried to talk to you, you walled him off. He did not care, why your mood changed that drastically and not just that, but your entire personality began to shift. He just sat there, looking at you confused.

When the break came, you were the talk of the school again. But now your so-called „Friends“, were a part of it too. Openly attacking you for your changes. One person knew about what had happened. Not because you wanted him to know, but because he saw your first breakdown. Because he was your neighbor.

He, as well as your boyfriend and Kevin, just sat there in silence. As the rest attacked you.

„I knew you were just a phony! Nobody could be so fucking nice all the time.“ Was Veronica's contribution. She was the last and the one to break you.

Your face twisted from „I don’t care“, to „I will rip your head off “, in seconds. Fists already hanging down your body, as you stood up.

„Shut the fuck up, you stupid good-for-nothing cheating bitch! You have no fucking idea what happened and frankly, you do not care, so just fuck off and let me be!“

Just with that, you turned around, grabbed your backpack, and were on the way to walk out of the lounge, just to stop a centimeter away from it. „Because you all want to know what happened, so insistingly. My brother got killed. Thank you for your interest in my life. If it just would've been real, sincere interest!“ That you could say more than just another „Fuck you“, was a surprise to you too.

Back home, you immediately got into your darkened room. You did not know why, but you opened the black curtains and found a basket hanging in front of your window, together with a lot of notes.

How couldn't you see any of them? A line between your home and the home, in which Chuck lived was set up.

As you opened the window, you finally realized, how bad it smelled in it. You carefully got everything in, read all the notes and the basket was full, of snacks. „At least one person cares,“ you mumbled as you looked through the basket. But before you could eat something, you decided against it. And instead waited until the day was over.

Just as you had thought, a knock came not long after. As you opened the door, you saw the well-dressed, smiling Chuck, in front of you. „Hey,“ was everything he had said before you pulled him into the house.

Wordlessly took him into the living room, at pointed to the basket. „Oh you finally found it, I actually wanted to take it down, if you hadn’t answered the door, to put it in front of it. Because well it's supposed to rain later in the evening.“ „Why?“

„Because you looked so broken when you cried in my arms. I might be an asshole and yes have done horrible things. But I do have feelings, you know. It just broke my heart to see you like this,“ he admitted freely.

„Reggie will come by later. I gave him a stern talk, please don’t be too harsh to him. He actually is an idiot. But he loves you. He did not realize that you changed. But he should be more observant from now on.“

„Thank you!“

„See me as your second brother, I know it's way too early for that, but I’m absolutely sure, he would want someone for you to have to lean onto. He was, after all a big brother and all of them want that!“

You wanted to slap him because he spoke on behalf of your brother, who had no way of saying anything anymore. But he was right, he always was there for you. Not only your rock but the only one, who knew the real you. The one that was now dead, just like the only one who had known that side of you.

Instead of punching Chuck, you embraced him, crying ugly into his shirt, but he sat down with you, let you cry, and whispered encouraging words into your ear.

He sat there with you until Reggie came, he knocked at the door. As Chuck called that the door was unlocked, he came in. Seeing you on Chuck, still crying, must've been a shock. But the guy under you waved Reggie to him, and slowly switched places with him.

„I let you two alone,“ Chuck told you two quietly, before getting out of the house.

„I’m sorry, I didn’t notice,“ Reggie told you softly after Chuck left. „Chuck, explained everything, why he knew and how your brother was. A great guy, I must say. He also- He punched me a couple of times. It seemed to be the only way I learn.“ He tried hard to conceal that fact with a slight chuckle. But you knew his father and what he does to him.

„You are here now,“ you just told him in between tears. Which let his heart beat so fast, that you almost thought it would jump out.

Never would've you thought, that Chuck would be the one saving you from killing an entire school. Before you could not understand serial or mass killers. But now after this show of narcissism and ignorance, you became badly aware of how much people who do not care but should care, are a part of this.

Both Reggie and you had kept to yourself the entire weekend, inclusive the Friday, you both took off from school. On the Monday after, your so-called „friends“, came to you to apologize. But you did not want to know any of it.

„Betty, I can understand your father. With a family like yours, I would've started killing too! You always want everyone to think, about how perfect, nice, and considerate you are. But it's all facade.“

„Veronica, you are just as sick as your father. Killing everyone in your way, it doesn’t matter how many lives you destroy. Shall any of you or your associates cross my way, I will give this favor back!“

„Archie, you are almost as ignorant but dumber than the rest. The guy, Veronica told all wanted to rape her? She meets with him regularly, to get her brains fucked out. Completely of her free will. If you want I have pictures and even a videotape. I can understand her, if I hadn’t Reggie, because this guy has a huge member.“

You immediately turned to Veronica, „If you touch my boyfriend I will make sure, that you will never be able to get pregnant! So just keep to your side guy and fuck off. In fact, I now know how normal people become killers, it is because they had people like you around them! But I will not have that problem anymore!“

Just with that, you took your boyfriend's hand, but again before walking out completely, you had one more thing to say. „The saddest part is, all of you self-proclaimed good people, are together not as good as a referred bad guy. Chuck, was the guy who had saved me. Not because he could gain anything from it, but because he wanted to!“

With enough salt in their open wounds, you left them. Again telling Reggie, to keep away from them, especially Veronica. But he told you, that he had only eyes for you. Now more than ever. You reward him, with a bathroom quicky after that.

At least the cat is out and your boyfriend loves your real personality, more than the good boy one. Only wins for you there.

[Masterlist]

#Reggie Mantle x male reader #reggie mantle imagine #Reggie Mantle #Chuck Clayton #Riverdale x male reader #Riverdale imagine #Riverdale #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine

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spiderman-4 · 2 years

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Requests!!!

I typically write characters x male or non-binary reader but I’m open to writing x fr reader but they will usually be platonic. (Someone highlighted in green mean I will write them strictly platonic)

I do both nsfw and sfw stories and feel free to request either or both. 😁😁😁

I also usually write a top!reader or dom!reader so if you would like a sub or bottom reader please specify that in your request.

Rules for requesting:

Ships I write for

Theo x Liam (teen wolf)

Scott x Issac (teen wolf)

Nolan x Brett (teen wolf)

Mason x Corey (teen wolf)

Dean x Castiel (supernatural)

Tony x Steve (marvel)

Thor x Bruce (marvel)

Newt x Thomas (the maze runner)

Ian x Mickey (shameless)

Draco x Harry (Harry Potter)

Serius x Remus (Harry Potter)

Eddie x Steve (Stranger Things)

Will x Mike (Stranger Things)

Characters I will write x reader

Teen Wolf

Theo Reaken

Liam Dunbar

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Corey Bryant

Mason Hewitt

Jordan Parish

Aiden

Ethan

Derek Hale

Allison Argent

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate/Hale

Kira Yukimur

Marvel

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker

Ned Leeds

MJ Jones

Bruce Banner

Theo Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Clint Barton

Vision

T’Challa

Natasha Romenoff

Gamora

The Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Fypan

Winston

Galley

Shameless

Ian Gallagher

Mickey Milkivitch

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Jimmy Steve

Kevin Ball

Liam Gallagher (PLATONIC ONLY)

Fiona Gallagher

Debbie Gallagher

Veronica

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Will Buyers

Mile Wheeler

Eleven “Jane” Hopper

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfeild

Jonathan Buyers

Robin Buckley

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rckflg · 2 years

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CHARCTER MASTERPOST

enjoy :) hope you like this free food

i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

han solo

princess leia

luke skywalker

padme amidala

anakin skywalker

obi wan kenobi

kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

boba fett

fennec shand

din djarin

paz vizsla

cobb vanth

HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

ginny weasley

george weasley

fred weasley

charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

oliver wood

seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

black widow / natasha romanov

yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

daredevil / matt murdock

mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

please let me know which version of the x-men characters you would like me to write for when requesting

BIRDS OF PREY

harley quinn

huntress

black canary

renee montoya

victor zsasz

THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

harley quinn

rick flag

captain boomerang

polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

merry brandybuck

pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

ace merill

denny lachance

eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

billy black

jacob black

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

paul lahote

sam uley

TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

eliot waugh

quentin coldwater

julia wicker

alice quinn

margo hansen

penny adiyodi

kady orloff-diaz

mariana andrieski

henry fogg

fen

PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

dorian gray

brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

luther hargreeves

allison hargreeves

diego hargreeves

ben hargreeves

lila pitts

CHARMED (1998)

piper halliwell

pheobe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige halliwell

leo wyatt

cole turner

CHARMED (2018)

macy vaughn

mel vera

maggie vera

harry greenwood

abigael cain

niko hamada

PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

arthur shelby

ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

bonnie gold

johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

robin buckley

steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher

carl gallagher

debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

mickey milkovich

kevin ball

veronica fisher

male!reader platonic &/or smut & fem!platonic!reader only for ian & mickey

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

kate callahan

CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

nick burkhardt

hank griffin

captain sean renard

seargent wu

monroe

rosalee calvert

adalind schade

trubel

N0S4A2

vic mcqueen

maggie leigh

tabitha hutter

DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

dhawan!master

rose tyler

yazmin khan

river song

bill potts

nardole

captain jack harkness

toshiko sato

owen harper

MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

the mandalorian / din djarin

javier pena

maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

fransisco ‘catfish’ morales

marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

gomez addams ; platonic!reader or familial!reader only

JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

takeshi kovacs

pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

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tojiy · 2 years

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Kevin x male reader genre: smut warnings: nicknames like (baby, pretty boy…etc) filming sexual intercourse (consensual on both parties) vibrator overstimulation side note: read at your own risk! drabble | words: 190+

MINORS + FEM DNI

"fuck, you're s-so big." he moaned out as you continued to fuck him. placing your big hands on his hips you forcefully stopped his movements and started thrusting balls deep into him. "fuck."

without stopping, you grabbed your phone from the table, and focused the camera on Kevin's backside. you grinned at this. "you're such a slut, taking me so good." slapping his ass, you pulling out, and spread apart his ass cheek. shoving a vibrator in his hole.

turning it on to the highest level without any warning, Kevins moans were the only evident noise in the room. "y—y.n!" you flipping him onto his back and continued to film him. he gripped the sheets and moaned out series of curses.

you gripped his length and started to stroke him. "fuck! please y.n!" kevin choked on his words "please what, pretty boy?" you said, pointing the phone towards him. "le—let me cum!"

"not yet baby. we’re not done here."

#kevin moon #tbz kevin #tbz x male reader #tbz x reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #kpop smut #x gender neutral reader #x reader #kpop male reader #.tojiy

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deviltoys · 3 years

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personal cheerleader : author + male reader.

x dark, nsfw content contained within this work

#a/n: CRINGE CRINGE, fuck ew no. why 😭. this is so embarrassin’ good lord. i hope it's up to par, and doesn't totally suck ass.

warnings. cringe, drabble, skirts, sir k., exhibitionism, sweaty sex, sex in a locker room, creampie, implied breeding, implied gangbang, reader in a cheerleading outfit.

MINORS DON'T INTERACT !

all you were able to make out was the intense pumping of his heart, with your face pressed into his chest— his aroused gasps for air lifted you slightly with every inhale. beads of sweat swirling around the humidity of your bodies.

you had always sworn off making bets with your boyfriend, kevin, he was a schemer and an unfair one at that. he always showered you with the perfect word choices, swaying your answer to obey his questions; victory or not.

this bet was far out of anything he had suggested before, you had never done anything seriously scandalous outside of the bedroom-- much less in such a crowed space like this? you weren't sure you'd be able to handle what he proposed, much less win the bet as is.

he already knew you had lost, the moment your lips met his to seal the deal; the glint in his eyes erupted, telling you the full story. that you had just signed your death warrent.

so as the scoreboard’s timer struck 0:00 and the parade of people in the bleachers rose up in celebration, your eyes locked with his glowing blue ones. signalling your defeat. he had taken home the win by a landslide, nothing less from the talented receiver. but that now meant, you, cheerleading attire and all; had to surrender your body to him for the night.

and god was it a night. the way you sobbed his name as you choked on his cock was almost as satisfactory as when the announcers would scream out his after a game winning play.

it was enchanting, hypnotic even.

“f’me y/n, if i knew you were this eager to swallow my cock like this- i wouldn't have made the bet.” nibbling softly at the hem of your ear, kevin couldn't help but attach a few fingers around your hips for stability. you're so incredibly wobbly it's insane, he's hardly spread you over the majority of his length and you're squirming with lust.

he has to take advantage of this, and quick. you sit up a little taller on his lap, finally getting a good, long gaze at his lewd, dirty expression. the groans that pour out of him are raw— deep and rumbly like they came straight from the depths of his chest.

“m’ all yours kev, sir! always, a stupid bet isn't going to change that! my body is always yours for the—”

the pace of his thursts and his stature change drastically before you're even able to finish your thought. he's got his cockhead angled so precisely into your prostate that you're already slobbering all over yourself in bliss. he's far too big for you to take in fully, but you've made it about an inch away from the base. that doesn't stop him, infact the dark haired jock only shoves his dick further inside, forcing your tummy to bloat around the fat object.

pre-cum had been dribbling off your tip from the beginning, but now it had only worsened-- the slit now oozing your seed with only a few bucks of his strategically placed hips. he was breaking your mind in two, stretching you fully out around his shaft with the sharp rhythm he kept.

“god.. yer’ s’good doll, s’good, let me feel you clamp down on my cock. go on, push yer’self, ride your high out while you cum around my length!”

he babbles and babbles through his teeth that have his jersey pulled between them, puffs of air seeping through the material. he encourages you to bounce on his lap faster, matching your movements to attempt to enchance the stimulation you're already experiencing.

the body heat radiating between you two prompts your bare ass to slip down his flexed thighs; he simply lifts you back up into your original position, spreading your legs even further so he can reach the deepest parts of your core. he wants his cock to explore every inch of your body, he needs to be deeper, even though he had already been fucking you down to his balls. he needed you to suck him in more, to keep sucking his thick dick back in everytime it retaliated.

at this point your skirt had already been soaked and wrecked with sweat and semen. the fabric ruffling up everytime your ass jiggled against it. you feel your body getting close and apparently so can he, his teeth sink into your neck like an apple. his sinful tongue rolling over every inch of flesh he had yet to mark with his kisses.

the uncomfortable sensation his football pads left on your exposed chest was enough to disrupt your pleasure. but it didn't matter, you were only a stupid fleshlight for him to fuck when desired. and the displeasure doesn't prevent your slutty, sex noises from flooding the tiled, locker room walls.

screwing your eyes shut, but not for too long— as you peer up at him, your insides finally begin to flutter around his shaft; those bruised walls clenching onto him fully. your body is shaking and convulsing under you as he sloppily fucks his load as far as it can go. little grunts phasing past his lips with every stroke he takes into your ass— your vision is clouded by gleaming eyes, and milky white skin. the fat tears on your cheeks blurring everything in your peripherals into an image of euphoria.

the last thing your brain can coherently look back on is his broad hands lacing through your hair, petting you as a way of rewarding your performance. his cum merely began to gush from your exhausted hole-- his thumbs rubbing around the filthy area as he implied you spread yourself after he had pulled out, he needed to see what damage he'd done to your poor, aching body. his sickly, vile yet sweet tone dripping with mischief.

“ah'ah, don't pass out on me yet baby.. the team needs a lil’ reward after the game too, dont’cha think?”

the night was far from done, and so was kevin.

#𓉔 — m.list #𓉔 — directory.#author x male reader #author x reader #authour smut #kevin x male reader #tw; cringe #GOD NO #please #this is so lame

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nyuqvrse · 3 years

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the lifeguard who hated summer break | l. jy (teaser)

PAIRING: lee juyeon x reader

SUMMARY: ever since he had started out as a lifeguard at a waterpark, juyeon finds himself hating summer break every time it comes around. this year is no different. but when a summer shift goes wrong and he has a fateful encounter with a stranger, juyeon can’t help but hope they decide to visit again.

NOTES: fluff! summer romance, strangers to lovers <3, lifeguard!juyeon x gn!reader, lifeguards!hyunjae kevin & eric, bestfriends!chanhee & changmin, a bad attempt at writing banter, brief mention of drowning but no one dies

RELEASE DATE: sometime in october, undecided

WC: TBD

juyeon’s hate for summer break started 4 years ago.

a little ironic, considering how he’s currently working as a lifeguard by training.

it’s not that he hates his job. he loves it. he loves the feeling of cooling water amidst the sweltering heat, he loves the waterpark and its exciting rides, and he definitely loves saving lives. his co-workers are great people too. so most of the time, it’s a breeze.

it’s just that whenever summer break comes rolling around, the crowds come steadily streaming in. people of all ages from all kinds of places, you name it.

from groups of friends to young couples to bustling families with their rowdy children (juyeon can’t count the number of times he’s had to yell “don't run, it's slippery!” to those balls of energy), accidents grow pretty common at this time of year.

that meant all-out efforts from the lifeguards. which would’ve been fine, really, if not for eric, another fellow lifeguard, going back to america every single year without fail for the last 4 years juyeon had been working here with him.

juyeon tries his best to be understanding. he knows it must be hard to live so far from home, all alone in a foreign country in his early twenties. but without eric, there’s only him, hyunjae, and kevin on shift in this waterpark that just happened to be really goddamn extensive.

kevin goes back to vancouver during the off-peak season.

eric’s only free time to visit home is during summer break.

talk about great timing.

so juyeon swallows his frustration and sucks it up. even if that means he has to spend every summer break at the waterpark for days on end, getting home exhausted and mentally drained from preventing little kids from accidentally falling into the deep end of the pool (don’t they ever get tired?).

still, juyeon thinks he’s a pretty patient person. at least, patient enough to handle the extra workload during summer break for 3 consecutive years and counting.

i mean, hey, he could even handle kevin in his drunken stupor; that was a feat in itself. juyeon would always be the one staying with his friend who gets a little too clingy and loose-lipped with enough alcohol in his system, listening to his colleague's laments about his job every summer, sometimes having a drink or two with him even though he wasn't all that interested in drinking anyway.

this year didn’t seem to be any different.

so far, everything’s normal - as far as summer break goes - juyeon could feel his white tanktop sticking to his skin from the humidity as he fiddles with the whistle hung around his neck, securely holding his red rescue tube in one arm (which had ‘GUARD’ printed on it in bold). on normal days, he’d be in one of those wooden watchtowers beside the lazy river, but today he’s to be seated on the lifeguard chair overlooking the wave pool (eric’s usual post).

the time is around 9 something in the morning when he hears the gates clang open. there’s a bad feeling stirring in his gut from the great amount of hustle and bustle coming from outside.

juyeon feels a tap on his thigh. his eyes shift down to the person standing on the ground beside the chair; at first, all he sees is ‘LIFEGUARD’ and its cross-shaped logo printed in white on red, but a moment later, the red cap gets tilted upwards and juyeon gets a better view of hyunjae’s face. the male’s wearing the same uniform as him, except there’s a water bottle straped across his chest and a pair of binoculars around his neck.

hyunjae sends him a reassuring smile. it makes juyeon feel a little better for what’s to come.

“how’re you feeling?” he asks.

“unprepared,” juyeon answers.

“well,” hyunjae chuckles, “this is our reality for the next few weeks.”

yeah, no shit, he thinks. it’s been four years, but juyeon still finds himself unable to keep up sometimes with the sudden overflow of people. it bears a burden on him, having the safety of so many visitors in his hands during those hours each day. any one mistake can be fatal for someone’s life.

the first visitors of the morning crowd stream in, and hyunjae gives him one last fleeting smile before returning to his own post. juyeon softly sighs as some form of mental preparation. distantly, he sees kevin at the far end of the waterpark near the slides.

the hours of screaming children are about to begin. well, here goes nothing.

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edmetalqueer · 2 years

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♛Shameless Masterlist♛

MICKEY MILKOVICH

none.

KEVIN BALL

mockingbird**

Trevor

none.

PHILIP GALLAGHER

commitment**

IAN GALLAGHER

none.

CARL GALLAGHER

boys kiss boys**

trans boyfriend**

Drug money**

#shameless #male reader #x male reader #kevin ball #carl gallagher #ian gallagher #jimmy lishman #philip gallagher #gallagher #shameless x male reader #reader #x reader #male #y/n #m/n #mickey milkovich #trevor x male reader

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years

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750 Followers Celebration - Q&A

Thank you so much for supporting me through this journey! You guys don't know how much this means to me. Every single one of you is amazing.

Below the cut are my answers to the questions that you all submitted.

Q: Do you think Jay is going to become Sergeant this season? A: There has been a lot of debate over this question because of the past few seasons and all of the "Easter eggs", like the sergeant exam poster hanging in the background of the show. In my opinion, I do not believe Jay will become Sergeant. Yet. I think it won't be until the beginning of next season because, if this is a possible storyline, I would expect that the producers and writers would make the finale of season 9 about Voight stepping down/getting promoted, etc.

Q: Did Chicago Justice deserve more episodes? A: I'm sort of split with this question. I loved the fact that there was a big episode involving Kevin, and they always included people from Med, Fire, and PD in some of the episodes. However, the whole plot of the episodes was kind of slow because it wasn't like they were police officers and could go out and chase suspects and arrest people and what not. Their job was just to gather the evidence and then present it in court. I think for many, the show fell flat because there wasn't much action, and part of me does agree with that, but the whole idea of the show itself was kind of cool.

Q: What would make you stop watching each Chicago show? A: This is a tough question because I've only ever dropped one show that I can think of, and it was only because the plotline got really dumb. Maybe if some major characters died in each show I'd stop watching it? But then again, I love the One Chicago universe so much that I don't think even that would stop me from watching. So yeah. I really don't know.

Q: Do you believe in magic? A: As much as I would love for magic to be real, I don't believe it is. But I feel like everyone thinks that way. Cause lets be honest, Harry Potter and Disney make magic look so cool. However, we all know deep down somewhere that it's almost impossible for certain things to be real, and magic just so happens to be one of them.

Q: Are you superstitious? A: I'm not the most superstitious person out there, but I do somewhat follow a few superstitions. Whenever I find a penny on the ground with heads facing up, I pick it up because I believe I'll get good luck. Doing the whole "fingers crossed" thing is something I do a lot. I believe you shouldn't open an umbrella in the house or else you'll receive bad luck. Broken mirrors are bad omens. Those are the top 4 I believe in, but other than that, I'm not really too superstitious.

Q: Is your perception of yourself similar or the same to how others perceive you? A: I mean, I would hope so. I appreciate my level of smarts, and whenever my friends acknowledge them or compliment me on them it makes my day. However, with that, people think that I'm always only doing things to boost my intelligence. For example, I love to read. So whenever I say that I didn't do much over the weekend, people always assume that I read a bunch, when I really didn't. Or that I always study for tests or do homework like a week before it's do. That is not the case. But for the most part, I believe my perception of myself is the same as how other people perceive me.

Q: Who is your favorite couple on each One Chicago show? A: Okay, so for Med, there aren't really any couples at the moment besides Maggie and Ben, whom I love but they aren't my favorite, so I'm gonna pick a past couple. When I first started Med, Manstead was my prime ship, so I'll choose them. Will had been pining after Natalie for so long so I was glad when they finally got together. For Fire, it's gotta be Kelly and Stella. They were literally made for each other, and they support each other with everything. Also, they are so cute together and all of Firehouse 51 ships them as well! And for PD, while I do love Burzek, Upstead is my favorite ship at the moment. I've seen the connection between Hailey and Jay since season 5. You don't understand how angry I was in season 7 when Hailey was so close to confessing her feelings. So season 8 made me very happy when Jay and Hailey finally got together.

Q: Jay and Lindsey or Jay and Hailey? A: I respect everyone's opinions on this matter, so hopefully you all respect mine. I thought that Erin was almost toxic in a way for Jay. She continuously broke his heart when all he wanted to do was help him. But what really does it for me is that she left Chicago without telling him goodbye. Hailey, on the other hand, has pushed Jay to seek out help when he needed it, like when she recommended he take seeing a therapist seriously to help with his PTSD, and she is always there for him, no matter what. That's why I believe Hailey and Jay are the better pairing.

Q: Which character death got to you the most? A: There have been too many sad deaths in the One Chicago world. But if I had to pick one, I've gotta go with Otis on Chicago Fire. Otis was always one of my favorite characters, even way back when I watched Fire with my dad when it was first coming out. He was witty and funny, and his friendship with Cruz was everything. So, when I watched the episode where he died, I was full on balling. I had to pause the episode for 10 minutes because I couldn't stop.

Q: Who is your favorite character on each show and why? A: I'm gonna do favorite male and female character because I've got too many favorites from each show. On Med, my favorites are Will and Natalie. Will has been my favorite since day one, and I like that he will go out of his way to help patients, even if it means he could get in serious trouble. Natalie, even though she's not in the show, always pushes for the best of care for her patients, and whenever she dealt with kids it was always the sweetest thing. On Fire, I like Kelly and Sylvie. Kelly is so headstrong and driven, and he will do anything to protect the other members of Squad 3. Sylvie is such a hard worker and you can tell she is passionate about her job. I feel so bad that she's had to go through so many partners. On PD I love Jay and Hailey. Jay has not always been my favorite male character. Back when I watched the show for the first time, I adored Adam. However, I love that Jay has such good morals and is always pushing to do the right thing even when Voight disagreed. Now, it took a few episodes for me to warm up to Hailey, but after seeing her be so badass, it was hard not to like her.

Q: Where do you get inspiration for your stories?/How do you get inspiration when there's not a request? A: This question is always hard to answer because I really don't know. Most of the time I'm fulfilling requests sent in by you guys and I just write what comes to the top of my mind. If there are requests that are not requested and I come up with them on my own, chances are I saw the plot somewhere else, like in a book or show or movie, and I just tweaked it a bit to fit the One Chicago universe. Either that happens, or while I'm trying to fall asleep, I make up random scenarios in my head, and if I find one that I really like, I'll make a note of it on my phone so I don't forget it, and then I'll write about it.

Q: Do you think Brett and Casey are endgame? Why or why not? A: I'm gonna go with yes on this one. Now, Brettsey is not one of my top ships in the universe. However, they are cute together, and I've been expecting them to get together for a while. The two of them, even when Gabby was around, had a great relationship and always cared for each other. Plus, Matt jumped out of a firetruck to go help Sylvie when the ambulance flipped. He was willing to risk an injury just to make sure she was okay. And now that they are officially together in Chicago Fire, you can see that they really love and care for each other.

Q: What inspired you to start writing? A: I always seem to get this question whenever I do a q&a, but that's okay because I don't mind talking about it. I first got into stuff like this as a reader. Basically, I went on to Wattpad and Tumblr to read other people's stories. I had no intention of creating my own. And then, one day, I started imagining myself in some of the fandoms I was apart of, and I thought, "If I'm imagining myself in these fandoms, chances are others are too," and I began creating stories that followed the plots of movies and shows exactly, just adding Y/n in it. However, that got tiring after a while because I wasn't able to have much freedom because I was following a set script, and that's when I remembered I had a Tumblr account I never used. So, I revamped my account just a little bit and started posting story ideas I had that I couldn't post on Wattpad because either they didn't fit with the stories or they were for someone I didn't write for on Wattpad. And now, here we are. For anyone interested, I've posted this before but I'll post it again, my Wattpad handle is @Writer_Reader05.

Q: Jay or Will Halstead? A: I'm sorry, but I really can't choose between the two of them. I love them both so much. Will and Jay are two of my favorite characters in the whole One Chicago universe. While they do have some qualities that I'm not the fondest of, at the end of the day, I adore the both of them, and I could never choose between them.

Q: Who would you rather date: Jay or Will Halstead? A: Why do you guys do this to me? I love them both so much! But, if I have to choose, I'm gonna pick Jay. The only reason is because I like the characters in PD more than Med, so if I'm dating Jay, chances are I'm friends with Hailey and Adam and all of Intelligence. Will is just as awesome as Jay though and I feel like sometimes people sleep on that.

Q: Which of the requested fics you’ve written is your favorite? A: I think I'm gonna have to go with a Jay Halstead x reader I wrote titled Two Becomes Three. Something about the plot just makes me smile. And to think of Jay being a father......So yeah, while I have so many amazing requested fics thanks to you all, that one has to be one of my favorites.

Q: What’s your favorite series you’ve written so far? A: I love all of the series I have written. Something about creating a whole story that's more than just one part is always fun. If I have to pick one series, I'm gonna pick On the Loose. It was the first series I wrote on Tumblr and the plot of it is something I'm really proud of. However, From the Big Apple to the Windy City, Identity Loss, and Difference of Opinion are all amazing! The first two are finished series and the last one still has a few chapters left to go. Go check them out if you haven't already.

Q: What's your favorite imagine you've come up with and why? A: I don't have a lot of fics that are solely my ideas. Most of my stories have plots that were sent in by you all. However, if I had to pick a favorite out of my stories, it'd be Back Home for Christmas, a Halstead Sister fic I released when I was somewhat new to the platform. Something about writing sibling fics always makes me happy because I get to express the familial side to the characters.

Q: If you had to be roommates with 5 of your mutuals/fellow writers, who would you pick and why? A: I love all of my fellow writers/mutuals so much! I know how much work we put into whatever we post, and most of us are very active on this site. As for who I would pick to be my roommates, I'd choose @hereforhalstead @fighterkimburgess @halsteadlover @resanoona @sylviebrettsey because I feel like we'd all have great conversations, mainly over One Chicago. And every Wednesday night we'd all watch the episodes live together and experience them as a group and then freak out over what happened..........Now watch me fantasize about this all day.

Q: Do you listen to music when you write? A: It depends. On some days when I plan that I'm gonna write, then yes, I do put on some music. When there are days that I have a few minutes to spare, I don't put on music just because I'm only writing for a few minutes and I don't want to waste time. But mostly when I'm writing I do play music in the background.

Q: Do you know how your fics/stories end before you finish writing it? A: This is a really interesting question. The answer is no, I do not know how I'm gonna end a fic before I finish writing it. The only story I had a set ending for was my series On the Loose, but that one wasn't even fully planned out until I got a chapter or two in. Obviously, if I get a request that includes a set ending, like two characters get together or something like that, then I know what the ending will be. Otherwise, I have no clue.

Q: Have you ever met someone who had a very similar personality to your own? Did you get along? A: You know, I can't say that I have. Everyone is different in their own way, and that's what makes us all unique. I would imagine if I did meet someone with a similar personality we'd get along because we'd basically be a carbon copy of each other, but who knows. Maybe our similar personalities would cause us to clash.

Q: Do you hold yourself to higher standards than you hold others? A: Not really. I know myself more than anyone else so I know what my limits are and when I've reached them. With people, on the other hand, I always feel like they can be doing more with themselves and their lives. So I do not hold myself to higher standards than others.

Thank you to all of you who sent in questions! I never thought I'd reach 750 followers on this platform. The only reason I have is all thanks to you wonderful people out there!

@winterberryfox @maximeevansblog @scarletsoldierrr @i-like-sparkly-things @dreamingmanip @soph0864 @ryliegh8 @lorenakaspersen @wanniiieeee @nevertoofarfromivar @securityfriendly-jay @pinkbay-love @stephie123

#one chicago #q&a time #q&a session #question and answer #750 followers

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armysantiny · 3 years

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My WIPS

[Regular = not started, italics = posting soon, bold = working on]

Tiny Teez - Mini Ateez fic series, female reader

Studio Nights, Hongjoong fluff, female reader

He's your ex?!, Wooyoung x gender neutral reader x Yeonjun angst

Leather and Coffee, Minho fluff, male reader

Let's play, your highness, Jake fluff, female reader

Domestic Love, San fluff, female reader

How to keep Enhypen, fluff/humour, female reader, inspired by anime

All that Glitters, oc family x Dream 00 line, fluff, angst,

Cheesecake...Now?, Jisung fluff, male reader

Twilight Cafe ch.2, Ateez x baekhyun, oc, angst, Mafia!au

Pure, Sunoo x Jungwon, angst, yandere au

Beaches, ni-ki x female reader, angst

Invitation to Rapture, enha x gender neutral reader, fantasy, angst, mini-series

Threaded Needle, Taeyong, male reader, fantasy, horror, angst, porcelain collab entry, 12/15, one shot

The Day We Watched It Burn, Haechan x male reader, heavy angst, mild fluff, 15, Carrie inspired, Burn the Stage collab

Pieces of Eight, Ot7 bts one-shot, gender-neutral reader, request

Flowers, Beomgyu, male reader, angst, sad ending, 15

Those who swim, Yuta, female reader, fluff, fantasy au, angst, merman au, 12/15, Normal not Normal collab

Pass the Ball, Yuta, female reader, fluff, minor angst, sports au, college au, PG13,

Favourite Human, Riki fluff, request, gender-neutral reader, PG/PG13

Friends of friends, Heeseung fluff, minor angst, pining, PG13/PG15, female reader, request

Angel, Hyunjin, oc pairing, angst, fluff, PG15/17, college au, good (ish) ending // TEASER

Fleeting Clouds, Ten, male reader, fluff, angst, ambiguous ending, PG13, Cloud Boy collab

A Doctor's Morningstar, Seonghwa, OC character, fluff, angst, fantasy au, doctor au, good ending, PG15, three parts

Baby Tiger, Mark, male reader, PG13, fluff, minor angst, catboy au, university au

Cry For Me, Jimin, female reader, PG15-17, heavy angst, non-idol au

Little One, Yoongi, series, female oc, PG15, fluff, angst, domestic, vampire au

Cheater Hotline, Seonghwa, female reader, angst, fluff, college au, PG15-17

Ateez reaction to s/o covering Libido, gender neutral reader, fluff, comedy, G

Do you have a favourite teacher, Mr Moon?, Kevin, female reader, PG313-15, Kidult universe collab, fluff, angst, elementary teacher!Kevin

Boring, Sunwoo, female reader, PG 15, cliche trope, fluff, hint of angst, high school au

When you call me, Doyoung (nct), female reader, PG 13-15, DAYS inspired, fluff, heavy angst, publisher!Doyoung

When The Devil Smiles, Minho, oc character, 악마판사 style au, PG 15, heavy angst

Love and Chords, Kevin, female reader, collab entry, PG, fluffy, college au, coffessions

Happy Death Day, Yeosang x female reader, series, PG-17, episodic, slow burn, angst, fluff, assassin reader, noona reader

Whiplash, Eric x reader x Sunwoo, female reader, gift for @hvae, PG-13, high-school au, skz mentions, nct mentions, shinee mentions, angst, fluff ending (hopefully), enemies/rivals to lovers, cheating

Apartment No. You, Han Jisung x female reader, PG 13 (could go higher), neighbour au, skz mentions, fluff ending, minor to mild angst

Feel free to ask me anything about any of my wips!

#wip posting

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thebisexualdogdad · 4 years

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Something new (Fangs x Kevin x Moose x male reader)

Co written with @inhumanshadows

You and Fangs have been dating for a while now when you were transferred to Riverdale High where you met Kevin and Moose and started going out on double dates.

You had discussions in the past with Fangs about being open to a poly relationship so when you both started having feelings for Moose and Kevin it was easy to talk to each other about it

Fangs head was in your lap as you hung out in his trailer when you brought it up to him.

“Whatcha think Fangs? They’re both very cute...”

"You know I'm game," he responds.

Meanwhile Kevin and Moose are having a much more awkward conversation back at Kevin's.

"Kevin do you think Fangs and Y/N are like... Into us?" Moose questions.

"I sure hope so why else would be friends?" Kevin says confused.

“No I mean like into us," Moose reaffirms.

“Moose what are we five? But maybe?” Kevin shrugs.

"Are you okay with that?"

"I know they're polyamorus and relationships come in all forms so why not," Kevin replies.

The next time you guys go on a double date is when you decide to confront them.

"So there's something Fangs and I wanted to talk to you about... We like you guys a lot and well... If you're open to it we'd like to try being more than friends," you tell them.

Kevin and moose share a look and you're afraid you overstepped.

“No pressure guys,” you add, "and look if this made you uncomfortable we can pretend like it never happened."

Kevin squeezes Moose's hand and he nods.

"I think this is something we'd like to explore," Kevin says.

"Great," Fangs smiles.

"And we're not just gonna jump in head first, we'll take baby steps so everyone can figure out how they feel," you assure them.

Moose is still learning to be confident in his sexuality so adjusting to this is more of a struggle for him then it is for Kevin.

For your first official date you invite them all over to your place for movies and pizza so they can be in a more private and relaxed environment.

You’re laying on Fangs while Moose is leaning against Kevin with the movie playing.

You really want it to feel natural so you don’t push, just a nice relaxing night.

The second date you get more physical gestures from them, Kevin kisses Fangs on the cheek and Moose holds your hand.

Moose eventually falls asleep against you which Kevin teases him about later making him blush.

You decide to go on separate dates to help build your own dynamics as well, the first night Fangs goes out with Kevin and you go out with Moose, the second night you go out with Kevin and Fangs goes out with Moose

The first solo date with moose was at pops figuring a familiar setting would help his nerves.

He was quiet at first but you got him to open up and he was feeling much more comfortable by the end of the date.

You took Kevin to play mini golf so you could do something active but still be able to get to know each other better.

“So Kev... tell me about you," you say hitting the green ball with your putter down the course.

"Well my mom has been deployed in Afghanistan for the last year and it sucks, my dad just got remarried and now i live across the hall from Josie McCoy and my ex boyfriend is in juvie... You know the usual," he says casually.

“Wow... that’s a lot...”

“What about you?” he asks.

“Oh I’m wanted for murder," you joke.

“What?" He says shocked.

“Kidding,” you tell him.

Kevin texts Moose and makes sure it's okay for him to kiss you and that night when you take him home you kiss him goodnight for the first time.

Later on you and Fangs are in bed talking about how each date went.

"I think Moose is finally starting to open up," Fangs says happily.

"That's good, Kevin and I kissed," you smiled.

"Is he as good of a kisser as he looks," he grins.

"Better."

“Damn,” Fangs says as you put your head on his chest.

“I wonder what kissing moose is like?”

“He’s like a puppy," Fangs chuckles.

"Did you kiss him?" You ask in surprise.

"Maybe" he grins "yeah i did."

"Fangs you sly dog," you laugh playfully hitting your hand on his shoulder.

A few weeks later is when your relationship goes to the next level and you end up giving Kevin a handjob in your car

Kevin came hard and was worried about making a mess.

“Trust me this car has seen its share,” you laugh.

Soon after Moose gave you a blowjob while you were watching a movie at his place

“I’m telling you Fangs those boys are huge and Moose has a very very good mouth,” you smirk.

“I heard you gave Kev a handy in your car,” Fangs

"And when did you hear that?"

"While Kevin was giving me one," he states.

"That's my boy," you smile.

"So do you think it's time to bring up trying penetration?" He asks.

“Maybe... or at least one or two more dates,” you respond.

“Okay.” Fangs kisses you while palming you through your pants.

"Good thing I've got you to take care of me in the mean time… what about sexting?” You ask as you straddle him.

"Take a picture and we'll find out," he grins.

Fangs grabs his phone and snaps a picture of you on top of him still fully clothed and sends it the group chat

Kevin: “fuck!!”

Moose: “damn wish I was there”

With them being into it you go a step further, taking your shirts off and sending another pic with Fangs hands on your ass.

You unbutton fangs jeans and take a pic with your head at his crotch.

You guys then get a photo of Kevin shirtless followed by a photo Moose grabbing himself through his shorts

It’s an ongoing sexting battle until you and Fangs are naked with pillows on your crotches, Moose is in his boxers and Kevin is commando in his wrestling singlet.

You: “reveal all at once?”

Kevin: 👍

Moose: sounds good

As soon as you send the explicit photo you get the photos of them as well which you and Fangs get off to.

You send one last photo of the aftermath and then one of you and Fangs in the shower.

“See ya tomorrow boys. ;)”

The next day at school is when Kevin and Moose both agree they are ready to go further than just a handjob so you and Fangs plan the very special night at your place that weekend.

You make sure your house is well stocked with supplies and food.

You and Fangs are both more than happy to let Kevin and Moose take the lead and discuss safe words so they feel comfortable.

Kevin and Moose make out first, you and Fangs watching as they work each other up.

You get behind Kevin and remove his jacket while Fangs is practically drooling.

Kevin pulls away from Moose and kisses you, Fangs beginning to palm himself through his jeans.

Kevin runs his hand through your hair, Moose watching tentatively as you take Kevin's shirt off, yours quickly following.

Moose undoes his jeans and starts touching himself, groaning low and deep.

You push Kevin onto his back and kiss down his chest making him moan in time with Moose.

“Why don’t you give Moose a hand Fangs,” you wink at him.

Fangs kisses Moose and strokes his cock while you make your way down Kevin's body until you're tugging his remaining clothes off of him.

Kevin then tugs your pants off and gets smacked in the face by your dick.

“Sorry not sorry Keller,” you chuckle.

Kevin takes your cock in his mouth and the sight makes Moose cum in minutes.

"We haven't even gotten to the best part yet Mason," you mutter, moaning at the sight of his release in Fangs' hand.

Fangs finishes getting undressed and flings his underwear at your face.

“Always a great look for you babe,” he grins.

You laugh and toss them to the floor telling Kevin to get back on the bed while you grab the condoms and lube.

Fangs takes Moose in his mouth and bobs his head to get him hard again.

You come back and toss the condoms on the bed, shaking the lube. “Who wants to fuck me first?”

Kevin voices interest as long as Fangs is okay with it.

“Sure Kevin. But I get to prep his pretty ass.”

Fangs comes over to you and bends you over, wasting no time letting his tongue find your hole.

You’re moaning as his tongue swipes over your hole and Kevin puts your cock in his mouth.

Once you're thoroughly worked up Kevin puts a condom on and gets behind you, easing his cock inside.

“Fuck Kevin!” His thick cock stretches you wide open.

Kevin bottoms out and stays there, “Damn Y/N... your ass feels amazing.”

He makes a steady rhythm and Fangs starts prepping Moose.

You’re moaning with each thrust, “Oh fuck Kev.”

Looking over you see Fangs lay on the bed and Moose sit on his face.

“Enjoy him Moose," you tell him.

Moose quickly learns how expertly Fangs can use his tongue and reaches down to stroke Fangs' cock as he's bouncing on his face.

“Fuck Kevin... look at our boys. They’re working well together... now pound me.”

Kevin eventually makes you cum, Moose cumming for the second time.

When Kevin pulls out of you Fangs grabs a condom and has Kevin laying on his back as he fucks him.

You and Moose cuddle and come down from your highs while watching Fangs fucks Kevin.

“You should ride him Kev,” Moose says.

Kevin rides Fangs until he cums and after he does you jerk Fangs off until he cums too.

You put your mouth on him at the last minute and swallow just like he likes.

You throw the condoms away, doing a quick clean up before all of you fall onto the bed.

“That was fun right?” You ask already knowing the answer.

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You and Me...

Chapter 15

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non-con, male!rape, injury, violence, description of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self-harm, panic attacks, implied female non-con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!Jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chapter Warnings*** Language probably somewhere in there, because it’s me y’all. Hints of anxiety, brief mentions of nightmares, and panic attacks. Like very brief, self-confidence issues. (If that’s a proper way to describe it...) Slight angst, a very little fluff, I think that’s about it.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 3278

A/N: This chapter is a combo of the original chapters 15 & 16, It might look at first glance like a filler chapter, but pay close attention to details in behaviors. **SPOILER** If you do it will save you some shock in upcoming chapters lol. As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work!! Feedback is gold! I hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter your course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getting through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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The sun broke pink just over the horizon of Jensen's property. You found yourself sitting on the back porch with a cup of coffee in your hands, listening to the early morning sounds of birds overhead.

Even though it was fall, it was still slightly warm from the rain that had passed yesterday. Jensen and yourself had fallen asleep on the floor pallet that he'd made somewhere in the middle of the first season of Game of Thrones. You both would have stayed there too, that is if the nightmares hadn’t started.

You moved the both of you to the bedroom, but you never really went sound to sleep after that. Jensen seemed to fall asleep again pretty soundly thankfully, and when you made your way out here he was still sleeping soundly.

You'd already been up, showered, picked up all the pillows and blankets, and gotten yourself ready for the day. You were planning on finishing your cup of coffee and waking up Jensen if he'd not woken up by then, and get started on breakfast.

It had rained so much yesterday that the roads headed into the studio were flooded. That being said, it looked like the two of you got another day off.

Standing and stretching, you see Jensen sitting at the bar on the phone. A cup of coffee in hand, and his hair a mess. He looked so cute when he was still sleepy in the morning, and you couldn’t help the content smile that spread over your face at the almost normal scene playing out before you, it was nice after everything that had happened to feel somewhat normal.

Opening the door you were starting to hear bits and pieces of the conversation he was having over whoever he was on the phone with.

"Yes Danneel I'm aware of that, but if I want to see someone I'm entitled to do so... No... No... I don't know if that's a good idea... Well, I'm still... Yes, I'm aware of that... But I...WOULD YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME TALK PLEASE!... I'm still having some problems. I don't know if that's a smart thing to do right now... I do want to help... Okay fine...FINE!... I'll be there to get her in a few hours... If you just have to have her picked up now I can call Jared... Because I just got out of bed that's why... Whatever damn, you're being a bitch this morning... Yes, I did call you a bitch. Keep it up and your descriptions are going to get more colorful than that... Fuck you... I'll call Jared and have him pick her up. I'm not in the mood to see you right now."

With that, he hung up the phone and rubbed his face with his hands, not even noticing you were standing there.

You walk up behind him and start rubbing his shoulders, not exactly sure what to do here, not wanting to overstep your place. His head rolled against you, and let out a deep sigh as you worked the knots out of his tense body.

"Everything okay?" you finally got up the nerve to ask. You normally tried to stay out of his business when it came to Danneel. You didn’t want him to feel like you were trying to step yourself in where you had no business being, and this was the first time you had ever blatantly asked about something that was going on between them.

"Yeah, it's fine. One of the twins has the stomach flu. Danneel doesn't want JJ to catch it so that she doesn't miss school. So she called and asked if she could spend the week with me. Which is fine, but she wants me to go get her from her house right now," he shrugged and turned around to wrap his arms around your middle, pulling you closer to him.

“She also has somehow found out about us, and she wasn’t exactly happy about it, even though it’s none of her damn business.”

You kept your mouth shut because you understood a little bit of Danneel’s side there. Her children still had to see their dad, and that might mean you’re around them too… You would probably have had a similar response.

"I hope she doesn't see me having some of the problems that I'm having right now. It's not that I don't want to see her, I just don't want her to see me this fucked up," he said, his voice muffled because of his head pressed against your chest.

"It will be fine. She's not gonna notice. She's just gonna be happy to see her daddy," you tell him, running your fingers through his tousled morning hair. Honestly, it was becoming your favorite thing to do.

Just as you were about to pull away from him and fix breakfast so that he could get ready to have Jared pick up his daughter. The phone rang again.

"What Danneel?... Damn... Well, she was already exposed... Okay... No, it's fine... Tell her when she gets better I'll come pick her up, and we'll go to the zoo again and get Ice cream or something... No, I know... I'm sorry too, I'm just not myself still... Tell the kids I love them... Okay... Fine... Okay... Bye."

He let out a deep breath and dropped his head down on the bar.

"What's up?" you asked, feeling like you were seriously intruding, but you were concerned about any sort of stress being on him right now.

"Looks like she's already caught it. She started getting sick when Danneel got off the phone with me a while ago. So she's just gonna keep her there." Jensen said, being torn between his family, and where he was now was still something he was learning how to do; on top of the stress that his attack had put on him. What made it worse was that you didn’t know how to help him through this part.

The physical you could handle, the nightmares, the panic attacks, you could handle, but when it came to his kids, that’s a whole different ball game.

"I'm gonna go grab a shower," he says, standing from the stool and placing a kiss on your forehead before making his way to the bathroom. You wished there was something to make him feel better. You didn't know what you could do though. Deciding to give him his space would probably be the best idea you turn and start on breakfast.

A few hours later Jensen was sitting with a guitar strung over his lap in the chair next to the window, and you were sitting with the laptop in yours, working through some transcripts that the publishing company had sent you. For the first time in a long time, everything felt... Well... Normal... It was easy... There was a comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you. Only the sound of Jensen's guitar and your fingers sliding across the keys of your computer filled the room.

Out of nowhere a loud knocking at the front door made the both of you jump, pulling you both out of your comfortable state.

"I got it," Jensen said, sitting his guitar on the stand, and standing to his feet. You were halfway wondering if it was Danneel So you closed your computer and looked toward the front door, listening to try and see who it was.

You weren't left in the dark long though. Jared's voice came booming through the house. You rolled your eyes and picked your computer back up. 'Jensen must have called him over,' you think to yourself, not paying much attention as the two men walked into the room and sat down.

"Okay guys, listen, I got some really big news just now," Jared said excitedly, almost jumping up and down in his seat like a kid on Christmas morning.

You look across the room at him and see a dark-haired woman you knew as Jared's wife sitting next to him. She smiles and nods in your direction and you do the same. You hadn’t even heard her come in with Jared.

"Okay,” Jensen said, almost a little afraid judging by his tone of voice. "Spill."

"Well, I got a phone call early this morning from Robert and Andrew. There is a network that has been running our reruns on cable TV for years, they’re not happy that the show is over. Apparently, the president of TNT Kevin Reilly is a fan, and wants to pick up Supernatural on their network for season 16!" Jared was practically floating above his seat he was so happy. Gen looked over at her husband and laughed at him a little nervously, but you could see she was just as excited as he was, obviously feeding off her husband's good mood.

You looked at Jensen, he didn’t look as excited. His brow was furrowed, and he was biting his bottom lip. Looking down at his hands in this lap, he was obviously thinking hard about what Jared just said.

"Come on Jay," Jared said, picking up on his best friend's mood. "I've already talked to Misha. He's onboard. Let's give the Winchester another run." Jared said, sitting on the edge of his seat. He knew this could never fly if Jensen refused to participate, there was no acceptable recast, and there was no way the fandom would watch if Dean wasn’t a part.

"You know I want to," Jensen said in a rushed breath. "I'm just worried that I can't do some of the things now that they may want me to do," Jensen said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, still not looking at anyone in the room.

"Robert and I already thought about that. If this goes through we will work around any handicap, setbacks, or problem you may have that comes up. It won't be an issue," Jared assured him, giving his best Sam Winchester puppy dog eyes.

Jensen licked his lips and nodded his head. "Okay, let's try. What do we need to do?" he asked, looking up at Jared finally. Just a little hint of excitement in his own eyes you hadn't seen in a long time.

Maybe he needed this more than he knew he did...

"Well, we fly to Georgia to meet Robert, Andrew, Misha, and Kevin in the morning if we decide to do this. I know it's short notice man, but this may be our only opportunity to bring our show back.”

Jensen chewed a little more on his lips, thinking hard.

"Okay, but Y/N comes with me," he said, reaching over and taking your hand in his.

"That's cool. Gen's coming with me. We'll rent a ridiculously expensive hotel with a spa in the bottom of it or some shit and the girls can hang out there while we're in the meeting," Jared said, looking between you and Gen. “Y/N will only be a phone call away if you need her.”

"Sounds great to me," Gen said.

"Yeah, I think that I can do that," you tell Jared, giving Jensen's hand a squeeze, letting him know you were okay with his decision, and that you were there.

"If this goes as planned, if we get the contract for a 16th season. Our lives are gonna change again dramatically." Jared said, looking at everyone in the room.

"Tell me when they where ever settled?" Jensen said, you could see his mood starting to lighten at the prospect of getting back to work.

Getting up you retrieve a beer for everyone in the room. You were a little scared, and a lot nervous, but the look on Jensen's face as he talked about getting back to work again made it all worth it. Whatever sacrifices were in the future, if you were with him, that's all that mattered.

The smile on his face right now as he talked to Jared about getting everyone back together again was worth everything that could possibly come again.

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Jensen's POV:

"Yes sir. Mr. Reilly, we are more than excited to work with you all as well," Jensen said, standing and shaking hands with the man sitting across a conference table form Jared, Misha, Robert, Andrew, and Himself.

The meeting had been a success, everyone agreed to everyone’s terms and needs, they were going to go for the 16th season of supernatural.

Honestly, it was something Jensen thought he had buried, he’d grieved it even, thinking he’d left Dean behind forever, but like he had told the fans of the show when does anything in supernatural ever stay dead?

Jared was convinced that they could easily knock out two more seasons, but Jensen was worried like he was when they had decided it was time to end supernatural in its 15th season. He wanted SPN to end on a high note, and it had in season 15, not though he was worried it wouldn’t be accepted as well as it went out, or when the hype faded it would fade before they could bring it to as close again.

Either way here they were, paperwork signed, plans with agencies, and crews were already in place, writers were being hired.

It was going to happen.

They will start filming next summer, Jensen's idea. Give everyone time to readjust their lives back into Vancouver. Also, it gave the writers a little more time to get their storyline together. It wasn't going to be easy to bring the brothers back. To be honest they were probably going to spend close to a year in Vancouver just preparing to kick off filming and getting the storyline straight.

As they exited the building Jared and Misha were arm and arm, skipping like a bunch of idiots. Robert and Andrew were walking ahead of him, talking excitedly on their phones. Every person that was involved in this show’s lives just changed dramatically.

They seemed excited about it. In a way, so was Jensen, but still, there was that uncertainty...

Supernatural was their life for years, over a decade and a half.

What if this didn't go well?

What if season 16 was a flop?

What if he couldn't do what they asked him to do?

What if he couldn't perform like he used to?

All these uncertainties rolled around in his head as his friends celebrated the whole way back to the hotel, but honestly, Jensen just felt tired.

"Jensen, you and Y/N gonna come to help us celebrate tonight?" Misha asked him. Jensen just rubbed his face tiredly.

"Actually guys, I think I'm gonna sit this one out. I'm pretty tired today," he said, Jared looked at him concerned from the front seat. Everyone else just gave him a look of pity. Man he hated when people looked at him that way now.

"Jay, are you sure you're okay, man?" he asked, trying to read his almost unreadable best friend.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired. I'll be fine once I get some sleep. Y/N and I are probably gonna fly home first thing tomorrow morning," he said, trying to change the subject to anything but where his head was right now.

"Yeah, Gen and I will too. Got a lot to prepare for!" Jared said, turning back around, giving up on trying to figure out what was wrong with Jensen and thinking to himself that he would just ask Y/N later how Jensen was really doing. He usually lets more show around her than he did anyone else and Jared knew that. If something was wrong Y/N hopefully would be able to get it out of him.

Jensen was tired, he wasn't lying, but more than anything he wanted to get back to the hotel room with Y/N. He wanted to get wrapped up with her again, and go into a stress induced coma for the next foreseeable future. The rest he could work out once he made it back home.

One step at a time.

That's just how he had to live his life right now.

Your POV:

Yourself and Gen had spent the day together while the boys were meeting with the network. You had let her talk you into going with her to get your nails done, and now the two of you were sitting in the small coffee shop across from the hotel when your phone rang, and Jensen told you both the good news.

Once you ended the call with Jensen you hurried to get back to the hotel room, waiting on Jensen to get back too.

He didn't seem himself on the phone.

He seemed distant, his voice seemed strained and tired.

Today was just not a good day for him mentally, and you knew it from the moment you both woke up this morning.

He needed to rest.

Even though his physical injuries had basically healed a while ago, his metal wounds hadn't even started to scab over yet. They were still sore and fresh. Too much in one day could cause another episode of panic attacks. He'd been making good progress, and you didn't want him to start to slip.

When Jensen came through the door he gave you a half-hearted smile, slipping his blazer off and throwing it in the chair next to you before kicking his shoes off, and flopping down on the bed next to you. You lay down next to him, start tracing little circles on his back. "You okay handsome?" you ask, he looked at you with a tired expression.

"Yeah, guess I'm not as mentally well as I thought I was. I'm exhausted for some reason," he tells you, scooting over closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Stress babe. You can't let it get to you. You know that," you tell him, playing with the buttons on his shirt. He laughs a little at that.

"I'll be fine once we get started. It’s just… I worked so hard on this, gave up a good bit of my life into this show, I'm afraid it won't go very well. If it’s brought back."

You nuzzle your way up to him, giving him as much warmth as you could.

"I know, but don't worry about it. It will all pan out, just enjoy the fact that you guys get to bring it back. Don't worry about things you can't control." A comfortable silence fell between the two of you again. You thought for a moment that he'd fallen asleep until he spoke.

"They're all going to one of the local bars to celebrate, but I didn't really want to go," he says, shifting his weight a little.

"Well, then we don't have to go. There will be plenty of other celebrations and parties I'm sure as you guys start the season's filming."

Secretly you thought he should have gone out with his friends, but you didn’t say anything, you didn’t want to push him.

More silence fell over the room , and Jensen got up off the bed. "Come on, I can't keep doing this. I can't keep hiding where I think I'm safe. The only way I'm going to get past this feeling is to just break off and do it right? Well let's go grab a bite to eat, just you and me, then we'll go down to the bar with everyone else," he says, pulling you into a sitting position.

"You sure that's what you wanna do?" you asked him, eyeing him closely.

He'd never brought you to a restaurant before. You figured because he just didn't want to talk to anyone else right now, but now you could see it.

Anxiety.

He was afraid to be out in public. He was scared.

You didn't even recognize it until right now, and you were already kicking yourself for being so damn blind to it.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he says, pulling you to him, kissing you softly.

You made a mental note to start paying more attention to the little things, and stop passing it off as just Jensen being Jensen, because you were starting to worry just how bad his anxiety was, and if he was trying to cover it up and keep it from you.

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