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ptergwen · 4 years

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4 times peter loved you and 1 time he said it

warnings: angst, swearing, and flash being a dickwad (love him tho)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if i would ever finish this bc i started in march? and gave up but i really like the concept so i made myself get back into it and AHH i’m really happy with how it turned out! fingers crossed y’all like too ahaha. also this is unrelated but send me requests!

to say you and peter were each other’s missing halves would be an absolute understatement. there wasn’t a secret you didn’t share, an inside joke you didn’t have, a text or call left unanswered, or a second you weren’t on the other’s mind.

it had been like that since your first day of freshman year. you took the seat next to peter in first period spanish, and the rest was history.

peter knew you better than you knew yourself. as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. he could guess what you were going to order at a restaurant before you picked up the menu. if you had a bad day, he’d come over to your place with tissues and hugs, without you having to ask. he knew all the little things.

you? you were a peter parker encyclopedia. you watched all his favorite movies so he could rant to you about them, and you’d actually understand what he was saying. whenever he felt overwhelmed by his chaotic life, you found a way to calm him.

you two were soulmates in best friend form.

best friends, nothing more.

♡ 1.

you had an arm around peter’s neck as you picked at some fruit on his lunch tray. his head was resting comfortably against your cheek, whole body leaning on you. impromtu cuddle sessions weren’t unusual for the two of you. they worked in both of your favors. peter was your own personal heater, and you were just really comfortable to nap on, in his opinion.

“are you gonna eat all my grapes? i was looking forward to those,” peter whined, taking one out of your hand. “are you gonna keep using me as a pillow?” you challenged. he responded by moving his head to your shoulder and chewing. “then, yes. i am gonna eat all your grapes.”

“you know what two people who share food are?” ned chimed in from across the cafeteria table. already knowing what he was implying, you sighed. “what, ned?” he cupped his hand over his mouth like he was about to spill the world’s biggest secret. “a couple.”

it wouldn’t be a regular day without ned trying to play matchmaker for you and peter. the idea made peter scoff. “leave us alone, man. that doesn’t even make sense.” “yes it does!” ned nudged mj for backup. she only raised her hands in defense. it was always a hard pass from her on getting involved in these types of things, unless she found a reason to.

“really? how?” you grabbed peter’s milk and took a sip just for the hell of it. he chuckled at that, forgetting he was supposed to be annoyed with you. a bit of milk dripped down your chin in the process. “oops,” you grimaced at yourself and licked it away.

something about the whole thing made peter’s heart clench. it was so... you were so... cute. cute was definitely the word he was looking for. wait, what? that was new. peter had always thought you were pretty and all, but he’d never found himself endeared like this over such a little thing you did. or had he? no. nope. it was ned’s stupid theory messing with him. that was all.

“y/n, dude, everyone knows it’s a thing. like, why else would someone give up their whole lunch? it’s flirting,” ned interrupted peter’s sudden thoughts about your cuteness. the smug look on his face made you want to throw the tray at him.

before you even joined their friend group, ned was on a mission to set the two of you up. peter described you to him and mj as “the actual sweetest girl ever. she makes me laugh a lot. you guys gotta meet her.” mj obviously ‘tsked’ at him, but a light bulb went off in ned’s head. peter was crushing. he just didn’t know it yet.

part of how you and peter got so close was that ned and mj used to back out of group plans. you’d end up hanging out alone most of the time. of course, it was ned’s idea. a successful idea, yes, but neither of you understood the obsession. apparently it was a guy in the chair’s duty to be a good wingman, and you should leave it to him. whatever that meant.

“if i remember correctly, you and your mom went halfsies on a piece of cake at your birthday party last year. what are you trying to tell us, leeds?” mj asked with a smirk. you and peter looked at each other and burst into laughter, ned’s mouth hanging open. the girl could really get someone when she wanted to.

“shut up, you guys! that’s different!” “so is y/n stealing my food and you calling it sharing,” peter made a point of saying more to you than ned. despite his words, he pushed the tray over to you. it was basically yours, anyway.

you thanked him with a pat on his cheek and popped more grapes into your mouth. in that moment, peter decided he’d get you all the grapes in the world if he could. jeez, he seriously needed to reel it in.

ned was only going to keep going now. “see that? peter’s such a sweet boyfriend. isn’t he, y/n?” he cooed and clasped his hands under his chin. you didn’t have the chance to change the topic before flash appeared at your table. he’d probably overheard your conversation. “penis parker is somebody’s boyfriend? good one.”

feeling peter tense up next to you, you put a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. you’d been in too many of these situations. the way flash talked to peter pissed you off in ways you didn’t think were possible. he was fine with everybody else, so why did he choose to pick on him? peter was the least deserving person of having to put up with it from anyone.

“just ignore him, okay? he’ll get bored and leave. works every time,” you reminded peter. too uneasy to say anything, he reached back and put his hand on top of yours. he tried to focus on how nice your touch felt instead of the fact that he was about to be humiliated by flash yet again.

“peter could totally get a girlfriend! he has, like, tons of girls after him,” ned attempted to back peter up, pleased with himself. groaning, peter put his head down on the table. he couldn’t bare to watch his friend destroy what was left of his social life. “you’re really pushing this now. stop talking,” mj warned in a whisper yell to ned. that didn’t stop flash from hearing her.

“she’s right. even parker agrees! look at him,” he snickered at peter’s embarrassed state. you’d had more than enough of him at that point. screw the silence. it wasn’t going to cut it for this one. while wingman ned was still making up stories, you tapped peter’s shoulder to find out how he was doing. his head remained down.

“you okay? want me to say something?” “i’m used to it, and no. i don’t wanna make you deal with him.” peter hated putting his issues on other people, but you couldn’t stand another second of listening to the things flash was saying. you cut into an argument between him and ned about peter’s body count. like his was any higher.

“fuck off, flash!” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “huh?” “i said fuck off. anyone would be so lucky to date peter. you’re probably salty at him all the time because it’ll never be you,” you finally snapped. his tough guy persona faltered for a few seconds at your words, ned and mj taking the opportunity to high five you for telling him off.

peter was glad his head was still down because his cheeks were pinker than he’d like to admit. did you really mean that? would you be lucky to date him, too?

“what are you, president of the parker protection squad? or are you two a thing?” flash quickly recovered. there he went trying to get the last word in. the embarrassment for peter if you denied it was exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t letting him have it.

“ask me again some other time.” you plastered on a shit-eating grin and waved goodbye. unsatisfied with your answer, flash huffed his way back to his own table. after he was gone, peter looked up at you with something you’d never seen before twinkling in his eyes.

“thank you, y/n. you really didn’t have to say all of that.” “oh, no. don’t thank me. i‘d do it for you anytime. i am president of the parker protection squad, after all.” your fake smile turned into a genuine one for him. peter couldn’t help but mirror it.

his was heart doing that thing again. he guessed it was because he loved you so much, but this love felt different somehow. it wasn’t the friend kind of love he’d had for you all those years.

it was the kind of love he saw in the rom coms you made him watch when you got to pick for movie night. cupid’s love was the official name for it. when he put two and two together, the realization smacked him straight in the face. ned was right.

peter was starting to fall in love with you, and there was no way he could stop.

♡ 2.

peter was a workaholic. patrolaholic to be exact, especially when he had a reason. he’d sometimes find himself in a cycle of getting home late and going out early for days on end. he’d gotten used to the sleep deprivation. his grumbling stomach from missing meals wasn’t too big of a deal either. not when he had a city to save.

it was also a good distraction from everything else going on in his life. man, did he need a distraction. after peter came to terms with the fact that he loved loved his best friend, he narrowed it down to two options; telling you about his feelings or taking them to his grave. since the city was so busy, he was thankful he could throw himself into patrolling and not decide just yet.

may would usually only allow peter to patrol on weekends. school existed, and he had to take breaks. peter really wanted to help out more, so he proposed an idea that could potentially let him up it to the full seven days. he had to make it home in one piece every night for a trial week. that would prove to may he could handle it.

ignoring his black eye on tuesday and limp on thursday, it worked out. peter was positive he could finish off the week just fine. may didn’t have the same optimism. she decided that so much as a scratch on friday and it was strike three. friday came, and peter had impressively managed to end the day, like he thought, just fine.

he did one last swing around the neighborhood he was in, then started heading back to queens to gloat to may. on his way, he remembered he had to text you goodnight. he was bound by a pinky swear to you that he would do it every time he finished patrolling.

peter being spider-man was something you figured out only a few months after he got his powers. he technically exposed himself, and you pieced everything together. it all happened when spider-man offered to walk you home from school one day.

the way he rubbed the back of his neck while asking was a nervous habit that was oddly familiar, and urged you to say yes. you also thought it was strange how even though he didn’t ask for your address, he somehow knew where he was taking you. then again, he was spider-man. it was his job to know new york city and the people living in it.

you came to the conclusion you were making things up until he was about to leave. he walked you to the door of your apartment building and said, “stay safe, squirt.” nobody called you that besides peter. he came up with it because he had recently grown a few inches taller and could finally give you hell for being the short one.

needless to say, peter didn’t take off like he was intending to. he realized his slip up as soon as the nickname came out of his mouth. you brought him upstairs and had a long afternoon of questioning, explanations, and making promises.

peter typed out a message telling you he was fine and to go to sleep. as he was about to hit send, he swung too low and smacked his head right into a traffic light. that was what he got for texting while swinging. he could imagine mj giving him one of her famous safety lectures already, but that wasn’t first on his list of worries. he had a throbbing head and may’s third strike to deal with.

crap, may couldn’t know about this. she’d ban him from patrolling probably forever. going home was out of the question, but peter was in desperate need of an ice pack. there was already a bump forming from where the light hit him. his next choice would be to go to happy, only he couldn’t do that because he‘d tell may.

peter’s hands worked faster than his brain, and he started swinging over to your apartment. the overthinking began soon after. nobody wants to deal with a surprise appearance from their possibly concussed friend at 2 a.m. besides, what would he say? he’d barely seen you all week. it wasn’t fair to you, but it was too late to turn back.

peter landed on the sidewalk with an “oof” and crawled up the wall of your building. when he reached your window, he knocked in the same rhythm that he always did. no answer. he knocked louder. no answer again.

seeing as he had no other option, peter had to let himself in. he pushed on your window to see if it was unlocked. thank god it slid up then, but he made a mental note to remind you about keeping it locked another time. he climbed through the window with as little noise as possible so your family wouldn’t hear.

after navigating in the dark, peter pulled off his mask by the side of your bed. he instantly melted at the sight of you. your face was squished into your pillow, hair sprawled everywhere. you’d must have fallen asleep waiting for his text because you were holding your phone. peter was sure he’d never seen something so adorable.

he let himself stand there and watch the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. the bump on his head was no longer a priority. peter was utterly and completely entranced with you. god, why was he acting like this? oh, right. he was secretly in love with you.

before peter could help himself, he brushed some hair that had fallen into your eyes away with his fingers. you squirmed in your sleep, peter pulling his hand back. he was such an idiot sometimes. your eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

“peter? ‘s that you?” you squinted to see in the darkness of your room. he moved closer. your legs dangled over the bed as you slowly sat up. “yeah, it’s me. sorry to wake you.” he went to scratch his head out of nerves, but stopped when he remembered it really freaking hurt right there.

“‘s okay. i was hoping you’d come over soon. missed you all week.” you frowned at the red and blue clad boy in front of you. except for school, you hadn’t seen peter the past few days. “lots of crime to fight lately?” “missed you more, and yeah. been kicking lots of asses.” the awkwardness peter was imaging faded away when he plopped down next to you on your bed.

“how’s your eye doing? and the limp?” you turned his head towards you by his chin. he exhaled in relief. “getting better, i think. now that we’re talking about injuries...” the sleepiness was knocked out of you. you all but leapt to your feet and turned on the lamp by your bed. peter had a feeling you’d slightly freak.

“we’ve been making small talk and you’re hurt? what happened, peter?” “i-i sort of, um, i was texting you and swung into a traffic light.” “oh my god, where?” he pointed at his forehead with a weak smile. surely enough, there was a big bump. you gasped. “please don’t be mad at me.” “i’m not mad at you. just feel bad it was kinda my fault. do you think you have a concussion?”

you weren’t sure what to do beyond the mostly useless first aid videos they played in gym class. being an avenger, peter had had his share of experience with wounds. whenever he came to you hurt, he talked you through how to help him. the most you’d ever dealt with was a few particularly deep cuts. this was not the same.

“i‘m not sure. you could try that finger thing?” he suggested. you crouched down in front of him. “good idea. let’s do that.” as you waved your index finger back and forth and peter’s eyes followed it seemingly well, his mind was elsewhere. he was thinking about crawling into bed with you and sleeping in your arms.

“well, you passed or whatever they say. i’m pretty sure you don’t have a concussion. you’ll heal fast because of... you know.” you stood up and mimicked the way he shoots his webs. peter chuckled quietly. your thumb ran lightly over his bump, making him wince. “how bad does it feel?” “on a scale from one to ten it’s, like, a five and a half.”

although not what you wanted to hear, it was manageable. you hoped so, at least. “i’m gonna go get some stuff. change into comfortable clothes.” “yes, doctor y/n.” peter saluted you. you were happy to see he still felt up to joking around. biting your lip to hold back a smile, you made your way to the kitchen.

peter searched through the spare clothes he’d left here over the years. there were so many, you had to give him a drawer. he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, then sat back down criss cross on your bed.

you came in shortly after with a water bottle, two advil, and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. “i was kidding about the whole doctor thing, you know.” “too bad.” you handed him the advil and water. “take these. they’ll help until your magic healing powers kick in.” peter took the pills while you pressed the ice pack to his bump. he took it from you when he was finished.

“is that any better?” “much better. i’m all good. i should probably go soon.” he mumbled, not meaning it but also not wanting to overstay his welcome. you’d already done so much for him. you stopped him from getting up by putting a hand on his chest.

“what? you already changed, and i’m not sending you home to get killed by may. just stay.” “are you sure? i don’t wanna bother you anymore. it was annoying for me to come here so late in the first place.”

a frown set on your face. “peter, don’t you remember my promise?” there was a beat of silence while he thought about it. “that you’d help out with spidey stuff?” “however and whenever i can. i don’t know what made you think differently just now, but nothing’s gonna change that. doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning. i’m always here.”

only you could reassure him just like that. peter was really lucky to have you. really, really lucky.

“right. you’re right. sorry for... whatever that was.” “you apologize too much.” you poked his chest to punctuate your statement and switched the light off. “sorry for that, too,” he teased, wanting a reaction from you. “peter benjamin parker, just get in the bed.” “yes, ma’am.” that was enough before you changed your mind and threw him out.

you rolled to lay on the other side of peter. still pressing the ice pack to his head, he laid down next to you. it didn’t take long for both of you to be settled under the covers. “try not to bang into the wall or something,” you joked and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

peter puffed some air out of his cheeks, tugging more of it back. “you can’t be mean and hog the blanket.” “it’s my bed, so i actually can. i’ll hog everything.”

to prove your point, you moved over to peter until there was no room between you. both of you knew it was an excuse to cuddle. he wasn’t mad about it at all. peter opened an arm for you. you curled into his side, letting him hold you close. his whole body relaxed as you hugged him against you. “goodnight, spidey.” “night, squirt.”

♡ 3.

“what does that cloud look like to you?” you pointed up at the sky. peter’s eyes darted around as he tried to find exactly which one you were talking about. there were a lot of them, in his defense. you made a big circle with your finger around the cloud in question.

“the really curvy one. right there.” “kinda looks like a tiger. can we keep walking now?” peter tugged your arm linked in his in an attempt to move you from the spot you’d randomly stopped in. he made a whiny noise when you didn’t budge.

“i think it looks more like a horse, and no. why are you in such a rush?” furrowing your brows at him, you tightened your grip on his arm. “because some people don’t like cloud watching, grandma.” “i only asked you about one! i’m just... trying to get the most out of today.”

with college around the corner, you and peter both had a lot to do and a little bit of time to get it done. your only hangouts had become some shared extracurriculars and weekly study group with your other friends. trying to binge watch your shows together on facetime hadn’t been easy, for one thing. you fumbled to keep your phone up more than you payed attention.

on a more serious note, being apart sucked majorly. it was going to be this times a million when you would inevitably have to split up in a few months. thinking about it for too long usually made you cry.

peter was struggling in other ways. his more than a friend feelings for you were only getting stronger. having all that love and not being able to give it to you was hurting like hell, and he had to just pack everything up and act normal during the rare moments you were together. you were both going through it.

this was the first sunday in what felt like forever that you and peter were both free. you decided that the nice weather called for a meetup at central park. so, there you were, arm in arm on your afternoon stroll.

“don’t say it like that, y/n. you’re making me sad.” peter let out a breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. “that was the point.” you started walking again, peter following next to you. he kicked at pebbles while you smiled up at him. that made him smile at his feet. you were getting really good at making him flustered.

“so, did you finish that pre calc packet?” peter asked to distract himself. you lifted your head off his shoulder with a groan. “peter, we’re not talking about school for once. let’s talk about literally anything else.” “like what?” you were about to make a suggestion, but something caught your attention.

you raced over to a swingset, dragging peter along with you before he could realize where you were taking him. you stopped in front of it and threw your hands up to present it to him. he let out a breathy laugh. “when was the last time you went on one of these?” you asked, taking peter’s arm again. peter shook his head. “way too long ago.”

with a smile, you walked him over and took a seat on one of the swings. peter sat on the one next to you. you spun around in a circle to see how much you could twist the chains, peter laughing. “y/n, what are you doing?” “having fun. you should try it sometime.” he backed up to get himself started and grabbed his own chains. “i do have fun. it’s just not in the ways you think.”

you untwisted yourself to watch peter. “so, how?” “well,” he started going higher, “i like learning about stuff, even the things we have to in school.” “everybody knows that. that’s the first thing i thought of.” you did know everything possible about him.

everything except his new feelings for you, but this wasn’t the time for him to blurt that out. he was still figuring out when or if he should.

“guess i’m not gonna say i like movies, either.” “singing?” you were swinging next to him, turning it into an unspoken competiton for who could get the highest. peter slowed down a bit since he’d had a head start. “i suck. the only person who’s allowed to hear me is you.”

“it’s possible to suck at something and still enjoy it.” the breeze blew your hair around, peter seeing it from the corner of his eye. he’d always loved how carefree you were around him. it rubbed off.

“remind me to force you to do karaoke one day.” “you’re so annoying.” that motivated you to kick off harder on the ground. peter huffed and tried to catch up to you. “don’t be mean to your only source of fun.” if that wasn’t true, he would’ve came up with a comeback.

the only time peter remembered to relax was when he was with you. it was usually because you reminded him. he skidded to a stop on the swing and looked up at you.

“why’d you let me win? was that too mean?” you looked over your shoulder. “nah, i just got tired.” “oh. we can do something else now. catch me?” “sure,” peter chuckled and got off the swing. he stood in front of you on the grass and waited for you to get lower. you clenched your teeth into a nervous smile.

“ready?” “ready.” swinging towards him, you jumped off and expected to land in his arms. you ended up completely on top of him instead.

the wind was knocked out of both of you, but peter had it worse because he broke your fall. your hands were on his shoulders and one of his was around your lower back. neither of you realized the position you were in. you were too busy trying to breathe again.

“god, that hurt.” “my bad,” peter mumbled. in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be complaining about this. “i should’ve warned you or something,” you dismissed him.

you were still hovering over peter, your lips dangerously close to his. he could’ve sworn they almost touched. that was when you got off of him. he only forced out a laugh. nothing ever went his way. you offered him a hand, oblivious to his inner conflict. peter took it and pulled himself up, falling into step next to you as you headed to another path.

that could’ve been a chance to make some sort of move, and he blew it.

♡ 4.

it hadn’t been easy for peter to move on from that day. his mind kept replaying the split second you almost kissed on an endless loop, and all he could do was come up with what he should’ve done in the moment.

things were getting to a point where he had no clue how to act around you. being your friend was hard, but becoming your boyfriend would be that much harder. his stupid feelings put him in an awkward place, and he was afraid you were starting to realize. he couldn’t lose you altogether.

you asked peter to meet you for coffee after school. it was this small place in between your apartments you’d both been to once before. they had really good cookies and an overall cozy feeling you liked. peter wasn’t sure what this was all about.

were you going to confront him? did ned say something? maybe it was a mistake to confide in his most gossipy friend about how he felt.

with a headache from stress and a heavy backpack hanging off his shoulders, peter walked into the café. he spotted you at a table near the window. you’d already taken the liberty of ordering, two drinks and a chocolate chip cookie waiting there. you looked up from your phone when peter pulled a chair out.

“hi.” you gave him a small smile and put your phone down. “i already got everything.” peter shrugged off his backpack with a grin. he sat down facing you. “thanks. sorry i’m kinda late. i had to stop at my locker.” you usually met him there. come to think of it, why hadn’t you today? you pushed peter’s drink over to him. “you’re fine. i came here early to get us a table, anyway.” phew.

peter bent the straw to his iced macchiato and took a sip. it made him feel grown up, casually drinking coffee with you over a boring conversation. adult life must’ve sucked. “so, how was the rest of your day?” he asked to fill the silence. you only had two classes without him after lunch, so that was a dumb question. he’d never had so much trouble talking to you.

“eh. betty fell asleep on me during this cold war documentary we had to watch.” “didn’t she say american history is her favorite?” you broke off a piece of the cookie with a laugh. “not after that. what about your day?” the light from the window was shining directly on you, blocking out everything else from peter’s view. he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were so bad, but that would be creepy.

you took a bite of your cookie and raised an eyebrow. he was staring. “uh, nothing interesting. i’m gonna patrol a little bit later.” peter sipped his drink again. you clicked your tongue and let out a breath. “that’s all you do these days.” he knew you were catching on to how off he’d been. what was he supposed to say? it would’ve helped if he’d prepared a few excuses.

“just trying to help out while i’m still here.” that was a half truth. “yeah, but you should still take some time for yourself.” you ripped open your straw wrapper and blew it at peter. he caught it just before it hit his face. rolling your eyes, you put the straw into your drink. “i hate your reflexes sometimes.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually. “jealousy is a disease.”

neither of you said anything for a few minutes. you stared out the window while peter finished the rest of the cookie. he could tell something was on your mind. whenever you were deep in your thoughts, you sort of zoned out like this.

he was too nervous to ask you what was wrong because of the conversation you just had. it sounded like you had already considered he was being distant before today. his feelings aside, he needed to reassure you. that was more important.

“y/n?” you turned your head to look at him. “yeah?” peter’s gaze shifted from you to his thumbs twiddling in his lap. “i know we’ve both been really... busy lately, but i’m still here. don’t forget that.” a hint of a smile played on your lips. you would’ve hugged him if you could reach. “thank you, peter. i kinda needed to hear that.” he nudged your leg under the table. “of course. hey, you wanna come with me tonight?”

a couple of hours later, you were in peter’s arms on a rooftop that was much higher up than it looked. he insisted on taking you for a swing so you could get the full experience. he’d been trying to get you to do this for the longest time, so he wondered what made you agree today. you wanted to find out what was so enjoyable about it.

“i trust you, but you’re not gonna drop me, right?” your legs were around his waist, and he had one hand supporting you by your back. that wasn’t terrifying at all. you grabbed peter’s shoulders, the idea of it making you nervous. he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

“oh my god, no. i can always web you back up.” “peter! that’s not funny.” even behind the mask, you could tell he was smirking. “you’re always safe with me, squirt. don’t worry.” you brought your arms up to loop around his neck.

“i feel better now.” “good. i’m gonna jump when we get to the edge, okay?“ your whole body stiffened up. peter could sense it. as excited as he was to share this with you, he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “or we don’t have to do it.” his voice was quiet. you tried to relax in his hold. “i’m just gonna close my eyes. i think that’ll help.” “we’re about to find out.”

peter started walking towards the edge of the building with you holding on even tighter to him, your eyes squeezed shut. he kept finding himself in situations where he was close to you in the ways he’d been wishing for, but never for the same reasons. it was bittersweet.

he bit down on his lip and aimed his free hand at a building. you squealed when he leaned back. “i’m jumping now,” he prepared you, and before you could respond, you were in the air. you hid your face in peter’s chest the second you felt yourself pretty much flying.

“what the fuck, you like this?” you had to yell so he could hear you. peter shot another web to keep swinging. “it’s really not that bad! try looking up!” he shouted back, clearly amused.

grip tightening around his neck, you slowly pulled your face away from him. he kept you close as he swung. you somehow convinced yourself you weren’t going to die by looking at something besides peter. your eyes landed on the sky behind his head.

the sun was almost completely set, deep pink and orange merging together against the glowing lights of the city. you were finally understanding why he liked this so much. it was beautiful.

peter peeked at you for a second to check on you. he swore his heart was going to explode out of his chest. the look of adoration on your face, it was even better than the view. it was the view. the little moments where peter got to see you this way made him realize how in love with you he really was.

“this is... wow. i get it now,” you laughed in disbelief, watching as the city whirled past you. peter smiled so big it hurt. “pretty awesome, huh?” one of your hands slid back down to his shoulder. “take me with you more often.”

♡ 5.

peter licked his lips out of habit as he held the door open for may, who was following behind him with a look of pride. he was about to graduate high school. the ceremony was being held in a really nice stadium-like place. trying to find it added minutes on to the parker tradition of being late to everything important.

peter wasn’t as concerned with his tardiness as he was with finding you.

while he tossed and turned in bed the night before, he went over his whole school year in his head. that meant little things and big things. he was starting to drift off until he remembered a conversation with ned a few weeks back. they decided on a deadline for peter to tell you about his feelings, and it was before graduation.

they chose it because if peter got rejected, he’d be over it by the time college started. that was the goal.

it wasn’t that peter had changed his mind. it was that he completely forgot. he didn’t have a solid plan for what he should do. these things needed to be decided way in advance. he ended up pulling something together last minute because it was you. plus, this extra pressure gave him the push to go through with it. somewhere between steps seven and eight, he passed out.

may rushed him to get ready because he’d slept past his alarm. the whole morning was a mess, and he had at most fifteen minutes to confess his love to you by the time he got there.

“you should go make sure you’re marked here. i’ll see you after. love you.” may pressed a kiss to his cheek and half-jogged to the auditorium for a seat. he squeezed her arm and headed off to check in. your whole grade was already lined up along the walls for what looked like miles. the deal was to tell you before graduation. he still had about ten minutes.

peter walked past hundreds of students with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. everyone was in alphabetical order, so it didn’t take too long to find you. relief washed over you when you saw peter. you were worried he wouldn’t show up at all. his cap was in his hand, hair getting tangled from running his fingers through it. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“finally, i’ve been trying to call you all morning. where were you?” your tone was dripping with concern. “i overslept. there’s something i gotta tell you, y/n.” he gulped. you smiled in a way that was kind of pitying. “we’re about to start going inside. i- you have to wait, pete. go get lined up.”

this wasn’t how it was going to end. not again.

he looked around to see who was watching, then he grabbed your wrist. “peter, what are you-“ “just come with me really quick.” despite yourself, you let him lead you down the hallway. you dodged a couple of teachers having a conversation and went into a bathroom that was vacant by some chance. he let go of you after the door shut. you stood behind it while he walked over to a sink.

it was making you anxious to not be out there. you could be late. peter was the same way when it came to school, so you knew this had to be pretty serious. you gave up the battle with yourself and made your way over to him. he was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get a stray curl back in place.

“let me help.” you stood next to him. he turned to face you, that same look of urgency still in his eyes. you used two fingers to brush through his hair. there was so much gel that it was wet enough to mess with. you smiled a bit and took your hand out of his hair. his hand was gripping the sink.

“you look good, pete. you smell good, too.” “so do you.” his voice was lower than usual. you flattened out the material of your blue gown. “thanks. so, talk to me. what’s up?”

the question was so simple, but way too many answers were running through peter’s brain. he wasn’t even sure he’d have enough time to explain everything now. this was why he needed a written out and carefully crafted plan.

but, like he said to himself last night, this was you. his best friend in the entire world and any other that might exist. the person who’s been there for his most embarrassing moments, and who’s been responsible for some of his best ones. if he couldn’t finally say the three words he’d said to you so many times before, what was the point?

his fingers drummed a steady rhythm while he mustered up the last remaining bit of courage in him. you watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “just, um...” he was stalling. he pulled his hand off the sink. “i... love you.” peter only glanced at you for a second, too afraid to see your reaction. “i love you, too. is everything okay?” his heart sank. you thought he meant it in the friend way.

that was what he got for being so terrible with words.

“no, y/n. not like that.” he blurted. you were lost. peter pressed his back against the wall and sat down. confused and equally worried, you sat next to him on the floor. “then what do you mean? you’re scaring me.” he checked the watch may made him wear to see how much time was left before graduation. four minutes. he really should’ve woken up on time.

“we have to get back in line soon. i don’t wanna miss-“ “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” a weight that had been on peter’s chest for months was lifted just by saying it. you squinted your eyes at him, but said nothing.

“i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. i just had to say it.” “fuck, are you serious?” you sounded what peter could only describe as disappointed. yeah, it was unrequited. here came a summer of crying. “i was gonna tell you first.”

peter’s breath hitched in his throat, and he swore you could hear it. he was so sleep deprived that it felt like he was hallucinating. you shook your head as heat came to your cheeks.

“how long have you...” peter trailed off, an eye crinkling smile interrupting him. “that day we went for coffee. something clicked, so i thought for a while and figured it out. i think i’ve loved you for a really long time.”

you inched closer to peter, just barely resting your head on his shoulder. for once, you felt like the shy one. he put his hand on top of yours. his thumb traced over each of your fingers. “i’d ask you out, but you know. we don’t really have time.”

“peter, it won’t take that long.” you giggled. he squeezed your hand in his. “hm. y/n, would you wanna go out with me after this?” you thought about teasing him for it, but he was right. you had to go. that was the friend still in you. “i’d love to go out with you, peter.”

with that, you both jumped to your feet and ran out of the bathroom. you were still holding hands, and a few classmates made faces when you rushed past them to get to your spots. you exchanged one last smile with peter before lining up.

the person in front of you said everybody was looking for you two. honestly, you didn’t care all that much. you were too excited for your date later. peter already knew he’d be checking his watch throughout the whole ceremony.

it was a best friend and soulmate thing.

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waithyuck · 4 years

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pairing: vampire!huang renjun x reader (f) *halloweenie special*

genre: smut, supernatural au

word count: 3k

warnings: blood, biting, blood drinking, brief descriptions of gore (I guess idrk), explicit language, degradation, sexual content (oral, facefucking), no aftercare, mentions of being killed, renjun is a mean dom :/, reader is kinda weirdly into the whole vampire thing **unedited**

a/n: this was kinda written in a rush but I tried my best to produce it in the best quality I could! I hope y’all enjoy 💕 (I also wanna add that yes, it was already planned that there wouldn’t be any penetrative sex in this)

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~10/24/2020~

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walking home from work at eleven o’clock at night was probably the worst mistake you could have made. even worse, you thought it would just be such a great idea to take the back alleys, since it was faster and all you wanted to do was lay down on your bed and go to sleep.

you were an idiot, straight up.

you were walking with your head down, too preoccupied reading something on your phone to notice and be alert of your surroundings. you didn’t notice the creeping shadow coming up on you from behind.

when it grabbed you, you weren’t even able to scream; it covered your mouth immediately and shoved you against the brick of the building next to you. when you looked to see what it was, your body froze in horror.

this man–thing...no, creature, was standing before you grinning sinisterly, his sharp canines bared to you as he drank up your figure with his glowing, blood red eyes.

well, this was it. you were going to die in the hands of something you were pretty sure classified as a vampire. you didn’t stand a chance, not with the amount of strength, speed and stealth this man had already showcased to you.

you couldn’t make a sound, the fear inside you suffocating your lungs and making it hard to breathe. the man didn’t utter a word to you, and as he inched his fangs closer and closer to the vein pulsating in your throat, you squeezed your eyes shut and awaited to feel your death.

but it never came.

the weight of the man-creature-vampire thing was lifted off of you, his cold presence gone in an instant. you heard blood curdling snarls ringing out in the darkness of the alley, and you were too afraid to open your eyes to see what was happening.

you imagined that it was basically a fight between two vampires, and the victor would claim you as the meal. you should have run, but your legs were weak as the fear still consumed every cell in your body.

you were basically dooming yourself.

the wild growls finally ceased when you heard a loud crack of bones snapping, followed by a cut off yelp.

you assumed one of them was now dead, and finally you opened your eyes to take in the sight before you.

there stood another creature; much younger than the previous one by the looks of him, standing over the body of the now dead vampire. it’s head was severed from its body messily, the neck snapped clean off to where you could see the spine poking out in its place.

you wanted to throw up.

when the younger vampire looked at you, his blood red eyes squinted, and he moved closer to you in seconds, using his super speed to crowd you back against the brick wall. you whimpered, but didn’t feel as much fear as you did before, and you managed to keep your eyes open as you stood before him.

his nostrils flared as he sniffed around you, and it surprisingly didn’t weird you out as much as it should have. truth be told, even in the dim light of the moon, you could tell that this man was highly attractive. you cursed yourself for thinking this way about a creature that could easily tear you in two.

you were torn from your thoughts when you saw two fingers snap in front of your face, making your body jolt in return.

“the fuck are you doing out this late?” he suddenly questioned, his voice not at all like how you were imagining it to sound. it was soft…it wasn’t a voice you would have paired to be with a vampire. “it’s dangerous as fuck out here, you know.”

he was speaking so casually, like he didn’t just rip the head off of one of his kind. you sputtered out of cheer nervousness (and a little bit because he was so dazzlingly attractive), not knowing how to respond. his blood red eyes practically rolled out of his head at your pathetic attempts to speak.

“humans are so pathetic, seriously.” he spat, looking you up and down. “I don’t even know why I saved you. you smell good enough to devour.” his smirk, paired with the last part made your spine straighten, your hair prickling at the sense of possible danger.

“n-no!” you finally managed to blurt out, your hands coming up to instinctively cover your vulnerable throat. you wracked your brain to try to figure out how to negotiate with him; to get him to leave here without draining your body of life and blood.

unfortunately, only one thing came to mind, and you hated yourself for thinking it in the first place.

...you couldn't deny that you kinda had a thing for the whole undead, blood sucking, super strong creature shit he had going on. a million and one flashes raced through your mind, showing you different scenes of this stranger taking you up against the brick wall right here, and even biting you just to have a little taste.

it was fucked up, but you could stop your thighs from clenching at the possibilities.

he quirked an eyebrow at you, his smirk never leaving as he leaned into your space even further, flattening your body to the wall with his own.

“no what?” he practically purred, his cold breath fanning against your skin, causing goosebumps to form instantaneously.

“I’ll…” you started, weakly meeting his strong gaze. “I’ll d-do anything...j-just don’t kill me.” you tried to sound strong but there was a shiver in your voice, your chest trembling as you tried to speak. you saw his eyes flash with mischief before he pulled away entirely, giving you your space back.

“okay.” he nodded, his lips still presented in a smirk. “I’ll come find you whenever I need a favor.”

you couldn’t even ask him to elaborate or question him on exactly how he would find you, because in an instant he was gone from your sight, vanishing away and leaving you in the darkness with the still laying dead body of your first attacker.

with a quick shake of your whole body, you practically ran home, slamming the door shut and locking everything, including the windows.

you weren’t sure when to expect to see the vampire who saved you again, but you didn’t think it would take him two weeks to show his face.

you were minding your own business in the safety of your home, throwing your dirty clothes into your bedroom hamper when you heard a soft thud come from your window.

turning around, your eyes met the same red ones from that night two weeks ago, and you had to fight yourself not to shriek. his face was stoic as he stared at you, decked out in all black from his hoodie to his jeans, lowkey making your mouth water.

“hey there,” he said, slithering closer to your form. once again, he cornered you against a wall, not caring to give you any personal space. he inhaled softly, his nose living closer to your neck. “you smell absolutely delicious, darling.” his sharp canines were on display as he smiled mischievously at you, your heart racing in your chest at not only the fear, but the proximity of this attractive man as well.

“um, h-hello.” you muttered out stupidly, wringing your hands together in front of you.

“let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” he stood up at little straighter as he spoke, his eyes glinting as he looked at you. “you owe me a favor, and I’m being generous enough to let you choose what you want to give me.” he looked down at his nails, feigning disinterest as you were practically hyperventilating before him.

you nodded your head to acknowledge that you were hearing him, and he took that as a sign to continue.

“so, what will it be?”

you thought back to the thoughts you were plagued with that first night, and you almost immediately clenched your thighs. you really wanted this vampire to have you, all of you, even your blood for fucks sake. it’s like the sight of him cast a spell on you, and all you wanted to do was have his cock shoved down your throat as he did his best to ruin you completely.

you knew he was capable too; there was an aura around him that screamed dominance, and having the extra factor of being a vampire did nothing to extinguish your lewd sexual fantasies.

it was really fucked up, but you made your mind up in less than a minute.

“you can bite m-me.” you squeaked, looking anywhere but him. you swore you heard his breath hitch, but he nonetheless crowded you once again as he nosed into the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“hmm, tempting.” he allowed the tip of his nose to graze softly against your sensitive skin, causing you to shiver as it tickled you. his sinister eyes flicked up to meet yours. “are you sure?”

with a small nod you agreed, your brain screaming at you to run and never look back, but your core telling you the very opposite.

his hands found your waist as he grounded you, holding you steady as he finally began to scrape his teeth along your flesh.

“I won’t take too much,” he muttered, almost like a reassurance to you. before you could even nod, he quickly plunged his fangs into your skin, and the pleasurably painful sensation immediately had you moaning out loudly.

you gripped his shoulders tightly, your eyes glazing over as your whole body pulsated with a sudden need, the burning hot pleasure running down from where he was currently biting you to your core, instantly causing your panties to flood with your desire.

he took a few large gulps, and once you began to feel lightheaded, he pulled his fangs from you, moaning at the taste of your blood.

not being able to hold yourself back, you spoke very through that came into your head.

“I w-want your cock,” you breathed out desperately, not sure exactly where the statement came from. it was so sudden and out of the blue, but he didn’t seem fazed for one second.

“oh really?” he questioned playfully, his blood stained lips quirking up in amusement.

“”yes, please,” you begged in response, gripped at the fabric of his hoodie tightly.

he hummed, his throat vibrating with the sound.

“get on your knees.” he demanded, his demeanor changing as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. he pointed to the ground in between the both of you and at first you were shocked at his words, even though you were the one who admitted you wanted him in the first place. you pressed your back against the wall even tighter as he gazed upon you with his blood-red eyes, your woozy head spinning.

“h-huh?” you managed to sputter out stupidly, causing him to sigh in annoyance. he shot his cold hand up to grip your throat, his nails squeezing into your skin slightly as you squeaked in surprise.

“you said you wanted my cock, right?” renjun growled, getting closer to your face with each word. you managed to nod shyly in his hold, your eyes wide and glassy as you stared back at him. he smirked, “then get on your fucking knees. don’t make me tell you again.”

he let go of you neck and returned his hand to his side, your eyes watching his every move before you finally shook yourself out of your stupor and lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. you didn’t really know what to do with yourself at that point, so you looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting to see if he would say anything else.

he rolled his eyes, scoffing as he reached for the button and zipper of his black jeans.

“dear fuck, do I have to fucking hold your hand through all of this?” his voice was icy and biting, but you still felt a warm shiver crawl up your spine as your core clenched at his words. he finally was able to undo the button and zipper and he then pulled down both his pants and underwear, leaving his almost fully hard cock out in the open on display for you.

he gripped your hair suddenly, forcing your face toward his crotch roughly. “put it in your fucking mouth, slut.”

you didn’t hesitate then, opening your mouth while using a hand to guide him past your lips, immediately swirling your tongue around the sensitive head. he groaned out above you and reached a hand to rest behind your head, not pushing on you just yet.

this wasn’t your first rodeo, so you were able to almost instantly take him all the way down your throat, only having to work up to it about three times. when his cockhead hit the back of your throat, you gagged a bit but it paid off to hear his moan cry out above you. you looked up innocently at him, bobbing your head up and down with your cheeks hollowed, drool dribbling out of the sides of your lips, adding to the messy look.

“that’s a good girl,” he breathed, his hand rubbing the back of your head almost tenderly before he shoved you completely down on him, your nose pressed against the skin of his pelvis.

your eyes blew wide and tears were prickling, but you willed yourself to relax, your throat slightly constructing instinctively around the intrusion in it.

“can I fuck your pretty face?” he growled out, finally letting you up for air. you pulled off to breathe, spit connecting your lips and the head of his angry red cock.

you managed to croak out a rough “yes”, your voice already hoarse from the few minutes of action it had been through. he gave you no time to prepare before he reached down to cup your chin and jaw in one hand, opening up your mouth before he roughly thrusted inside.

it sounded so filthy; the sounds escaping you were not cute and you were a bit embarrassed, but you were enjoying every second of the abuse to your mouth and throat. your panties were most definitely ruined at this point, and you could feel your pussy pulsating with every rough thrust of his cock down your throat.

“fucking take it, slut,” he grunted, his hips never ceasing their movements. you tried to breath through your nose as best you could, and were grateful for the small breaks he would allow you before going to town once again.

you braced your hands on his thighs as his pace quickened, his hips sloppy as he chased his high. there were no words shared and no derogatory comments spit at you as he grew closer and closer, his growls and snarls only growing louder with each passing thrust.

the sounds he was making were almost enough to get you to cum untouched, the mental stimulation almost overbearing as you felt your core tingle in need for him.

there was a nagging precense in the back of your mind that told you he wasn’t going to fuck you like you so desperately wanted him to, and there was a part of you that was perfectly okay with that.

the vampire let out a loud growl before he coneoktelt buried himself to the hilt down your flexing throat, your head knocking into the wall behind you as his cum shot directly down your esophagus.

it was uncomfortable, but you managed to swallow what you could before he pulled out and shot the rest of his hot cum all over your awaiting face.

you basked in the feeling of each shot landing on your skin, and you closed your eyes. your body felt as if it had no energy left, and you barely noticed him pulling his pants back up and fastening them closed in one swift movement.

you were right about him not fucking you or returning the favor, which was fine considering the lack of strength you currently had. the burn in your core was slowly fading along with your physical and mental strength.

as you lay slumped against the wall, his cum painted on your face and mouth, you mustered up the strength to look at and found him perched on your windowsill, ready to leave.

“what’s your n-name?” you croaked, your eyes barely open.

you could make out a smile forming on his lips.

“renjun,” he quickly responded, a lightness in his voice that you hadn’t heard before and that was a complete contrast to his earlier tone.

“and don’t worry, darling. I’ll be back for you.”

and in a quick flash, he was gone, and it was like he wasn’t ever there in the first place.

#renjun smut #nct-writers #neothestars #neowritingsnet #huang renjun #nct smut #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #renjun #nct scenarios #renjun scenarios #nct dream scenarios #halloweenie special

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ye4gerismarchives · 3 years

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the bachelorette chp 5, part 2: connie’s proposal

an: hey yall 😛 i'll be posting another q&a before the final elimination chapter comes out. the day after that, i will close the poll, so make good choices! if you wanna change your mind, do it NOW! if you haven't voted, NOW is your chance😁 also, once again, i had to add an extended part to the connie family chapter because the full thing did not upload :( if the extended part helps you change your mind on connie, let me know! also, i really like this chapter because i could properly write a beach story! i went to a beach last week for the very first time and now i won't sound stupid when writing (and i'll never beat around the bush again!) link at the bottom!

tags: fem, black reader

tag list: @taybird

Unlike Jean, Connie did give you an idea of where you were going. He told you to bring some sandals and a light outfit and "not to worry about swimming because I know you don't want to mess up your hair- or makeup". There was a high chance you would be going to the beach where you had your first solo date. It was also the first time you talked about Connie being your husband. He said something about being "wise" about your decision. Now that you think about it, there was a pattern of Connie trying to avoid the fact that you two would have to be in love. You wondered if he'd bring that up again while proposing to you. You wouldn't want to say no to Connie if he did that but the whole friend zone thing is a BIG turnoff (y'all's words, not mine 😉)

But there was a positive side to this maybe? You already knew Connie and he had a higher advantage than Jean. You wouldn't even have to think about building a connection with him because you already had one. But the problem was love. You knew would enter a relationship with Jean, y'all would be lovey-dovey BUT you would need to build a friendship too.

Damn, this was hard. But this would all be over soon. You'd get a big wedding and if you didn't like Connie or Jean, you could move on. It's not like you're signing papers at the televised ceremony.

But anyways 😭 let's starts Connie's date. No time for analysis!

Connie had texted you that he was outside. You grabbed your purse and left the mansion. When you got outside, Connie was leaning on his car, being handsome and all.

"Hey," you greet him. You hold your arms out, hoping for a hug or even a kiss. Connie steps forward leans towards you but his head goes to the side and he's hugging you. Would this guy wait till the possible engagement before getting romantic with you or would the rest of your marriage be like this?

Connie pulls away. "I'm really excited," he says. You want to yell at him right now but the day just started. Maybe he was doing all this to lead you on and make sure you want to fight for him. To be real, this was getting tiring. Connie better be doing something big!

"I'm really excited to see what you have in store for me as well," you reply. Other than seeing Connie's next moves or his proposal, you were excited about the food. You knew Connie could cook, it was in his genes and he did cook for you multiple times throughout the show. As Connie opens the passenger seat for you, you begin to ask him what was on the menu today.

"Well, I've noticed how nauseous you get when under the pressure, so I made egg sandwiches and I packed juices and water. I hope that's alright. When we get engaged, I'll make you a big meal. I promise," Connie says before closing your door.

You thought it was sweet that Connie took note of that. When he got into the driver's seat, you gave him a small smile before opening your mouth. "Thank you, Connie. I really appreciate the fact that you thought about that."

Connie starts the car and begins the drive to the venue. There wasn't much talking done, probably because you would bring up the whole friendship thing. You wanted to get that settled but you also wanted to see what Connie has planned. These two dates weren't just about you saying yes or no but it was a way to see how much Jean and Connie wanted you. If there were problems in the past, they would try and fix them now.

Minutes later you were at the beach (you were right😁). Connie found parking and got out of the car to get the food. You got out on your own. It was weird not having someone rush to your side to open your door. Connie met you on your side of the car and offered you his hand. You can't remember him doing that before (if he has, forgive me yall🧍🏾‍♀️). But his hands felt nice, so you couldn't complain.

The same table from your solo date remained there. "Hey, Connie, just for you, I'll get in the water," you suddenly say. "Huh?! Really?!" he explains. 'Gosh, what a kid,' you think. "You just made this better, y/n! Thank you!" Connie continues. "Just my feet though. I didn't come here to get baptized or anything."

Connie places the picnic basket with all the little things he packed for you. He then proceeds to pull a chair out for you. When you sit, he pulls out one egg sandwich for you. "Juice or water?" Connie asks. "Um, (juice/water)," you reply. He places the drink of your choice in front of you and finally sits down. Connie sets up his food and is ready to dig in until he notices that you haven't touched any of your food.

"Hey...is everything alright? You feel sick?"

You shake your head. "Connie, we need to talk."

Connie sits up slowly. "What's up?"

You liked that Connie was able to see that something was up. This would be useful if you got married.

"How long are you going to friendzone me?"

Connie chokes in his spit. "What?"

"I mean sure we've been lovey-dovey but I still don't feel that romantic connection. If I do say yes to you, I expect us to start acting like a couple. I want you to be my husband, not my friend."

Connie is silent for a minute and then he opens his mouth. "But people who are friends-"

"Oh, shut up. You can be my friend but I want a husband! Please, stop bringing up those statistics and love me!"

You never thought you would be throwing a mini tantrum over a man. Is this who we are? Is this what we represent?

"Come with me," Connie says. You're hesitant to get up until he offers his hand to you. You take it and he pulls you up from the chair.

Connie slowly leads you down the water and you start to freak out mentally. Was he going to drown for telling him off? Connie wasn't that crazy right?

As you walked, you felt yourself slipping out of your shoes. The sand didn't hesitate to fill in the gaps of your toes and tickle your feet. The further you went, the deeper you were. Connie was just walking like it was nothing. You reached the water and Connie came to a stop. For a moment, he stared out into the ocean. You just stared at your feet. The waves pushed the water on your feet causing you to sink more into the sand. This was the world. You were on the edge. You weren't going to live for long, so you had to make the best of it.

"y/n, I hear your cries for love and I'm willing to give it to you. Marry me. I'll work on myself and you'll work on yourself. I promise you, I'll do anything to grow old with you."

Connie’s ring didn’t come in a box. He just pulled it out from his pocket. It was a diamond covered band with a halo shaped sapphire right in the middle.

damn, wonder who y’all gonna choose🤒 LINK

if you’re curious about how these rings look like, here:

connie (left) jean (right , however, his doesn’t match the description i wrote😒)

also, sorry for the white hand. i took a buzzfeed quiz

#black!reader #aot x black! reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie spinger x reader

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sortasirius · 4 years

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Prompt: Sam sets Dean up on a blind date. Dean is reluctant but Sam talks him into it. Dean meets Cas at the diner/wherever and hates to admit it, but the guy is kinda really hot and he's really enjoying their conversation. Before they've finished their meal, a girl/guy approaches their table. It's the person Sam wanted to set Dean up with. Cas realizes he got a text message half an hour ago from his actual blind date, who had to cancel at the last minute. Heheh :D

Boy I really swagged in fifteen minutes late with Starbucks on this one huh? Sorry for being AWOL, y’all, life got me a little down recently but I’m feeling better, love you all eternally and here’s some absolutely shameless AU fluff.

Thank you so so much for prompting me this, literally any and all prompts are welcome at all times always <3

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“This is embarrassing,” Dean whines, staring at Sam who’s staring at his phone, paying Dean no mind.

“It’s not embarrassing, lots of people go on blind dates.”

Dean rolls his eyes, Sam was purposefully missing the point here, he shouldn’t have to explain why this was embarrassing, why having your younger brother, who is in college, set you up with a blind date with someone he met at a party is embarrassing.

“I don’t think I’m ready.”

Sam looks up from his homework, equal parts exasperated with American History in the 1800s as he is with Dean himself. He takes a long swig of coffee, sweeps his hair out of his face, and fixes Dean with a stare that makes Dean feel like he’s being x-rayed. He turns away from Sam’s eyes, looking out at the park they were sitting in, Sam insisting that only commuting to and from work wasn’t enough fresh air for him, and had dragged him out to the park by their shared apartment to study in Sam’s case, to crush 40 levels of Candy Crush in Dean’s.

“You’ll be fine, they’re really nice, I think you’ll like them.”

“You really won’t give me any details?”

“Nope.”

Dean sighs heavily, looking around for some inspiration, some excuse as to why he can’t go on this date. He just doesn’t do dating, much less the type of dating that should be left in a nineties rom com. He comes up empty.

“Fine, but you have to do dishes for the next week. And laundry.”

Sam grins into his history books.

“Fine.”

Dean isn’t nervous as he walks into the little diner, because he doesn’t get nervous, thanks for asking. He doesn’t pick the seat at the booth the hostess shows him so he can see the door on purpose, he just happens to like to sit this way. He’s also not tapping his foot on the linoleum floor and twisting his hands together, because that would mean he cared about this, which he does not.

The diner’s familiar, which is a blessing and a curse, because he knows what’s good but also can’t look at the menu for something to do.

This is dumb. He feels like he’s twelve.

The door jingles, and Dean’s head snaps up. The guy speaking to the hostess is a little shorter than Dean, but not by much. His hair is dark and sticking up in all directions, he’s got a killer jawline, and the type of stance that says he knows he’s hot. He leans toward the hostess with a smile, and she stares at him for a second too long before leading him straight towards Dean, and he has to fight the urge to stand up and throw himself through the glass window to avoid this whole thing. Damn Sam, he really knew his type.

“Hi,” the guy says, and Dean tries his best not to stare at the way his dark jeans hug his hips and the way his t-shirt is just a little too small across his chest and shoulders. Fuck.

Dean takes the hand that’s offered and the guy slides into the booth across from him. His eyes are bright blue and so intense that Dean feels his throat constricting like he’s having an allergic reaction. This is going to be a fucking disaster, he had not expected this guy to be this hot.

“Hey. I’m Dean, nice to uh, meet you.”

“Dean, that’s a nice name. I’m Cas.”

“Cool, hi Cas.”

Dean will not let this be awkward, this guy is too hot not to take back to his apartment.

“So, what do you do?”

“Straight in with it, then?” Cas smiles a crooked smile that Dean melts a little at, “I’m a writer, I work for the university as a professor.”

Dean liked that he put the title of writer before professor.

“That’s cool, what d’you teach?”

“English and literature, depending on the semester. What do you do?”

The conversation is far easier than Dean had expected. Talking to Cas is as easy as breathing, and they go from one topic to the next with ease. From sports, which Cas knows nothing about, to literature, where Cas spends five minutes doe-eyed over Dean as he talks about his love for Vonnegut and Tolstoy. Dean doesn’t even really taste his bacon cheeseburger, which is a real shame because they’re the best in the city.

“I have to say, you aren’t what I expected,” Cas smiles at Dean with bright eyes and Dean feels himself turning red.

“Yeah you really aren’t either, not that I’m complaining or anything.”

“Glad to hear there aren’t any complaints.”

Dean grins, taking a bite of his burger and not even caring if he’s graceful about it.

“Who would I go to with complaints?”

“Hm? Oh, you’d have to take that up with the HR department, but they’re on an extended vacation at the moment,” Cas taps his own head, making a face that makes Dean choke into his fries.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had an HR department, it’s just sheer chaos up here.”

Cas laughs this full laugh that makes Dean laugh as well. He hasn’t found someone this easy to talk to…ever, except for Sam. As much as he dreaded this meal, he’s dreading the end of it even more. He thought “connections” with people right off the bat were made up by Hollywood to sell tickets to bad movies, he had never expected to connect with someone this fast, but the idea of the date being over made his palms get sweaty.

“Listen, I don’t wanna assume-” Dean begins, right as a pretty girl with long blonde hair comes up to their table, breaking the little bubble of bliss that had developed over the course of their conversation.

“Hi, so sorry to bother you, are either of you Dean?”

Dean looks her up and down, surprised. He doesn’t recognize her, and he’s not one to forget someone he meets.

“Uh yeah, I am.”

“I think we were supposed to meet for lunch forty five minutes ago?”

Dean looks from Cas, to the girl, to Cas again. Cas’ brow is furrowed with confusion as he goes digging through his phone. Dean watches his eyebrows knit, his eyes widen, and his mouth fall open as he looks up to stare at Dean.

“Um. My blind date texted me half an hour ago saying he had to cancel.”

They stare at each other, it feels like Dean’s brain is trying to catch up. The girl, Dean’s actual date, is watching them, looking more curious than annoyed.

“So…”

“So we weren’t meant to be on this date.”

Dean blinks several times. Fuck it, maybe this was down to fate. He turns back to the pretty girl and gives her his most charming smile.

“I’m so sorry. Can we, uh, reschedule?”

She eyes them, and Dean hadn’t even realized he and Cas were leaning across the table, as close to each other as the plastic would allow.

“Uh, yeah, we can. No problem.”

“I really am sorry.”

She smiles awkwardly and heads out the door. Dean immediately puts his face in his hands, Cas starts laughing.

“What’re you laughing at?”

“That was so awkward, I thought you were going to shrivel up right there.”

Dean rolls his eyes and picks up a couple of fries, pretending to ignore Cas, like he’d known him all his life. Cas pulls himself together after a couple of minutes, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand.

“What were you saying, before your actual date interrupted ours?”

Dean blushes again. But again, fate right?

“I was saying, I didn’t want to assume anything, but are you free later this week?”

Cas grins, and takes Dean’s hand in his. His hand is warm and solid and Dean does not want to let it go.

“I’ll check my schedule, I may have a couple of blind dates to cancel, but I think the HR department can fit you in.”

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Working on Weapons (Cindy Aurum x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: I love Cindy. This is my first time writing smut. I hate it. Please enjoy :)

Word Count: 4756

Link to AO3

Ever since you and the guys first showed up at the garage and you saw her walk towards the car with a smile that seemed to taunt you and a sway in her hips that spoke a language of their own, you knew that you stood no chance against this woman’s spell.

Every so often when you had to make a visit for supplies or do a task for her, you would do your best to turn on the charm. You weren’t bad at flirting, hell one time when you were at a bar, you and Gladio made a bet to see who could get the most numbers by the end of the night. Long story short, you had him beat and had an amazing night with one of those numbers.

The problem with flirting with Cindy was that she just seemed so used to it that it felt like nothing you did even phased her. Much to your dismay (and Gladio’s utmost entertainment) all of your subtle and not so subtle advances had no effect on her. The winks, cute nicknames that you reserved only for her, lingering touches, soft eyes and smiles that seemed to convey both innocence and hidden suggestive messages. Absolutely nothing. It was driving you crazy. It was at the point that even poor Prompto was rooting for you (“I have to live vicariously through you so you better make this happen,” It was a joke, one followed by a playful shove and a wink).

Just when you were at that point of giving up, it finally happened one afternoon. You all were returning from picking up headlights from that Gods forsaken sewer system. The whole party was exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to take a shower in the caravan.

“Hey Cin!” You called out catching her attention from another hunter who, from the look of dejection, struck out with her. “We got it.”

Cindy took the headlights from you but not before giving you elevator eyes, your appearance was intoxicating to her. Perfectly disheveled hair, a tank top that clung deliciously against your chest and hips, small bruises perfectly stamping your skin (some, she made note of, appeared to be about the size of her mouth), and a light sheen of sweat on your skin. If she hadn’t known why you were gone, she may have just gotten other ideas in her head about your look. Not that you noticed of course, Gladio convinced the others to take a hunt that was also in that sewer system. It took far too long to find and kill; with the exhaustion setting in you hadn’t noticed how the tables were turned and the woman of your dreams was now unapologetically checking you out.

“Didn’t realize these little ol’ things would be such trouble.” You smiled at her, combing your hair back with your fingers causing Cindy to flush ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re back and no one got too hurt other than Noct’s pride. But I’m letting you know now, if you want us to go back there for anything else, I’m gonna have to tell you to go fuck yourself.” Cindy laughed. It was a joke and she knew it, the smirk on your beautiful lips and the playful glint in your eye told her that.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind darlin’,” Turing, she saw that Ignis had put the car in her garage to prepare for the lights modification. “Looks like I got to get back to the ol’ girl. She’s gon be shinin’ so bright that the stars’ll wanna take notes.”

“If they wanna learn so badly they should just look into your eyes.” Gods that was corny even her face scrunched up on that one, but she still had that sweet, weak-in-the-knees smile so you assumed she somewhat enjoyed it? Thought it was cute at least?

“Anyways, to save myself from further embarrassment, I'm gonna go. Got a nice cold shower and a hot meal with my name on it.” You turned on your heel thinking the conversation would just end at that but what Cindy said next would forever stay in your mind.

“I thought I was the only hot meal you wanted to eat baby girl?”

...

Did you just hear that correctly? You tripped on your own two feet and barely had the nerve to turn around to see the beautiful mechanic giving you a small smile with slightly parted lips and half lidded eyes. She looked you up and down once more and licked her lips with a subtly that almost went missed by you. You knew that she was practically undressing you with her eyes because you had done the same on many occasions. Wondering if she was thinking about the same lewd thoughts made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. Opening and closing your mouth trying to think of something to say, Cindy just shook her head smiling at the ground before leaving you with, “Have a nice cold shower hun.”

Later in the evening, after you and the boys had cleaned up, and Ignis was making something in the caravan because no matter how late it was Ignis always wanted to make sure everyone was fed. You sat outside reading with Gladio, Noctis and Prompto as they played rounds of King’s Knight. But couldn’t care less about whatever they were doing or about what you were doing for that matter. You read the same page about 20 times now, but you just couldn’t get that interaction out of your head. Had all your flirting finally worked? Or was she just playing you?

“How y’all doing?” Speak of the gorgeous devil. All heads turned as Cindy approached the caravan. She wore black skin tight leggings, a loose gray crop top that hung off her left shoulder, and of course her signature cowgirl boots. It was nice to see her in casual clothes. The domestic look was one that suited her nicely you thought. You loved it when she wore her work attire but seeing her so relaxed, it made you imagine a possible future with her.

“You look comfortable Cindy. Done for the day? Thought you never close up shop.” Gladio asked.

“Yeah just about wanted to finish early today; the Regalia looks real nice now that she’s got new lights on ‘er. And you don’t gotta worry about those damn daemons either.”

Prompto gave out a happy shout at both the no more daemons news and for winning the match.

“What would we do without you Cindy.” Noctis relayed the gratitude with a slight pout.

“Aw don’t give me too much credit now. I just connect some wires and do some modifications. Speaking of, (Y/N).” Your head snapped so quickly to her she giggled making you blush, “My reason for closin’ early was so I would use you as my guinea pig.” She paused on purpose, wanting to get your reaction at her choice of words. She approached you to where you were, sitting on the table with a tilt of her head and a sly smile she continued. “Well, your weapons that is. See, with Paw-Paw modin’ things for the Prince, figured why not throw my hat in the ring too. If everything goes well, I could fix up equipment for other hunters as well.” Cindy crossed one leg over the other bouncing the top leg lightly as she spoke giving you an eye full of her calves. And dammit, you could not help yourself as your eyes wandered up to her thighs to the curve of her ass. Up her hips and exposed waist and to where the shirt peaked from her breasts, the soft skin of her neck just waiting to be bitten and finally to her face where a knowing smirk and lecherous eyes watched you take in her appearance.

She had you now more than ever. To think, you had been flirting with her on every occasion you could. All of a sudden she struts over here and says the right words, acts a certain way and you become putty in her hands. “So (Y/N) what’d ya say?” Prompto had to kick you lightly under the table to get you out of your shocked state.

Stuttering you gave an answer, “I yeah-yes, of course you can use me—My weapons! You can use- fix them if you want to.” Gods just kill me now! Face beat read you could hear Gladio and Noctis containing their snickers at you making an utter fool of yourself in front of Cindy. She didn’t seem to mind however, just turned that smirk into a smile and hopped off the table and began to walk towards the garage. She was about half way there and you were still glued to your seat like an idiot when someone spoke from the door of the caravan.

“I don’t think you should keep her waiting (Y/N).” Ignis took a sip of Ebony.

“Wha-? Weren’t you cooking-? How long have you been-”

“Long enough to know that you won’t be joining us for dinner. Now, you have much better things to attend to than staying here with me and The Three Stooges.” He was right, you got up from your seat already noting how you felt a bit of slickness at your core as you began to walk over to the garage. “Oh and (Y/N),” Turning to Iggy you saw the smirk as he took another sip of coffee, “Have fun.”

You didn’t say anything and just made your way to the garage. Taking the back entrance seeing that the large main door was closed early for the afternoon. Once inside you saw Cindy working on something at the workbench biting her bottom lip in concentration. She looked up at you when she heard the door shut, “Hey doll come ‘er.” You approached her as she told you to place your weapons off to the far right of the bench. Doing as you're told, you summoned your short sword and placed it on the bench. You turned around but as you did Cindy came up to you and kissed you. She had her arms on either side of you, effectively trapping. The kiss was one with a fever that you made your whole body tense and heat go straight to your core. That feeling bubbled so pleasantly within you.

However, you were in such a state of shock because Cindy Aurum was basically making out with you that you had yet to return the kiss. Cindy stopped to look at you with a hint of fear in her eyes.

“Have I overstepped my boundaries? I’m so sorry hun’ I just, you were always flirtin’ with me, so I took that as an opportunity to- You can leave if I made ya uncomfort-”

“No.” It was soft, you didn’t want to scare her any more that she clearly was. “It’s just that-” You dragged your hands across the exposed sink of her waist and brought her closer to you. Taking your time to feel just how soft it was. Your left hand played with the shirt hem and your right drew small infinity signs on the small of her back. “In all the ways I’ve had this dream play out, that’s all it ever was. A dream.”

It looked like that relaxed Cindy because next thing you knew she placed her lips on yours once more and pulled you close as well. Thank the Gods that your brain returned to a functional state as you kissed her back. Making sure to match the force and passion behind it.

“Let me tell you baby girl, I am very,” Cindy grabbed your hand, “Much.” Open palm she allowed it to ghost over her breast. “Real.” A quick glance down and a nod was all you need to knead the soft flesh in your hand. The sigh that fell from her lips sent shivers throughout your entire body.

“You're not wearing a bra?”

“Oh? I guess I ain’t.” She bit her bottom lip and laughed. “Honestly (Y/N), I’m surprised you just noticed. Just so you know, I ain’t wearing a thong either darlin’.” A whine escaped you and you leaned forward to kiss her again moving in tandem with her as you gave the other breast some attention as well. Her arms found their way around your waist and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. Every moment that passed you expected one of the boys to shake you awake but the way Cindy felt, her breasts and hands, her dangerously addicting mouth, it all felt too real to be anything but reality. And thank the Astrals for that.

With caution, you allowed your fingers to graze over the nipple, already, it began to harden under the shirt at your touch. The kiss broke only for a moment as Cindy whispered in your ear, “Pinch it darlin’.”

And that is exactly what you did. Tweaking and twisting the small bud between your index finger and thumb. The action rewarded you the most intoxicating sound as Cindy moaned softly in your ear. In a bold move on her part, she brought one leg in between yours. The moan was one so sinful you didn’t even realize that you were capable of making such a noise.

That noise gave fuel to Cindy as she applied more pressure to your core with her leg. More sounds escaped both your mouths and you grinned into her thigh, mentally wishing you wore something much thinner than skinny jeans.

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” The infatuation in both hers and your eyes were apparent and Cindy laughed.

“We have a whole garage to ourselves, that not enough privacy for you?”

“Well, as hot as it would be to eat you out on the hood of the Regalia, I feel that if Noctis found out then he would literally behead us.”

Cindy smiled at you, with a peck on the lips and said, “I don’t think he’ll mind. What he don’t know won’t kill him, right? But, a bed is always good.” With your hand in yours, she led you to a side upstairs part of the garage. Opening up the door at the top of the side staircase revealed a quaint, rustic studio apartment of sorts. One central open area that had a small kitchen and dining area. There were some built in bookshelves that contained various books and pictures. A small love-seat with two pink pillows located near a door which you assumed was the bathroom. And on a more raised part of the room was a small dresser and her full sized mattress, adorned with pillows and a gray, chunky knit throw blanket.

On said mattress was the woman of your dreams. Seated on her haunches, leaning forward ever so slightly to accentuate her breasts and hair tousled from your hands moments before, she beckoned you to the bed. Wasting no time, you all but ran to her, crashing your lips against her and laid her gently against the soft duvet covers. Her hands were on your hips again, fingers finding their way to the button of your jeans. You smiled into the kiss and helped her out undoing it yourself and shimmying out of the article.

“What were you thinking about over there when you came in hun'?” The small circles being rubbed on your clit made it differently to answer but you did.

"Ahhh, just thinking that you got a real nice place. I guess it kind of surprised me." Deciding to return the favor and give an eye for an eye, you lifted her shirt off and tossed it. Taking in her beautiful upper body; chest of full display and nipples harden from when you played with them. Further grinding into her fingers you took one nipple into your mouth and began to suck and flick your tongue across the skin. Cindy arched her back at the sudden stimulation and momentarily stopped the rubbing.

"Oh God's (Y/N) that feels…"�� She couldn't finish as you moved to the next breast but still played with the other with your expert hands. "Ah! Based on how much attention you give my boobs, I take it that you're a tit girl then?"

You released from her with a pop, “When it comes to you, I just adore everything.” and began to attack her neck and collar bone. Kissing and nipping at the sun-kissed skin. She held you close running fingers desperately through your hair and leaving scratches along you back, your shirt discarded a long time ago.

"Keep doing that and I'll have to wear an actual shirt tomorrow hun'." The smirk on her lips was evident that she would do nothing of the sort. The thought of her working tomorrow with the bruises, bites and hickeys exposed for all the world to see made the fire in your core burn even hotter.

"Something tells me you'll be fine. And if you can still form sentences then I'm clearly not doing a good enough job." You started at the valley of her breasts and left a trail of kisses and worked your way down to where her leggings laid just above her pelvic bone.

"My my my, aren't you all worked up." The comment acknowledged the prominent wet spot on her leggings. You looked Cindy dead in the eyes, hers were a bit furrowed.

"Oh please darlin', don't act all high and mighty like you aren't as wet as- AH!" You rubbed your fingers on that mark and Cindy moaned so beautifully that it grew a smirk on your face.

You positioned yourself between her legs and licked your tongue across her sex. Cindy threw her head back against the pillows and begged you to do that again. Her thighs found homes on your shoulders and your hands on her abdomen to pin her down.

You licked her through her leggings knowing that the fabric both gave a good feeling but also was a frustrating barrier. Sucking on her clit one more time, it was time that you took off her leggings. She got the queue and lifted her hips to help you and threw them off the bed.

Just to even the playing field, you took off your panties and unhooked your bra. Your boobs bounced out of the lacey prison and Cindy didn't even try to hide how she stared.

Legs spread wide, her clit wet from her own arousal and your mouth you added one finger and watched as she arched up from the bed. The perfect arch of her back made her look like a sculpture at the Citadel. Along with a gorgeous "O" forming on her mouth.

Your finger moved back and forth. Cindy's grip on the messed up duvet below her tightened. You took this as an opportunity to add not only a second finger but also your mouth to the party. Your other unoccupied hand found and held hers as you continued.

Some instructions were given, A little to the... Yeah there. Curl your fingers (Y/N). No, that’s more like scratchin’. Oh! That’s perfect. Now, if ya can… go deeper. Ah. Ahh! AH! Yes darlin' right there!

You devoured not only her but every moan, gasp, shudder, and sigh that left her mouth. You sent your fingers deeper, down to your knuckles and Cindy screamed out. “AH! YES! YES! YES! Oh sweet ASTRALS baby girl! Keep going! AH!!” Hands took desperate hold of your hair pushing your face further into her wanton sex. You could feel her walls tighten around your fingers; it encouraged you to go faster but then Cindy called out.

“WAit… wait (Y/N).” There was a hard tug on your hair that lifted you from her slick center. You took a deep breath mouth wet from her arousal and took your fingers out of her.

“Did I do something wrong?” It took a moment for Cindy to respond. It was obvious that she missed your feeling already, what with her flushed face, blown out pupils and the sheen of sweat on her body.

“Naw baby girl… you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then?”

“It ain’t fair for me to be the one getting all the attention.” The mechanic found strength to give you some attention, her hand rubbing against your sex, she took your moan to memory and held nothing back as she gave you much needed friction to your core. Cindy was more rough with you. Even when she took one nipple in her mouth, she sucked and flicked the bud with force. Teeth were used to lightly tug and twist, her ultimate goal was to bring the soft bud to peak.

Breaths began to shudder at the stimulation you were receiving. Cindy turned you around so you could lay against some pillows at the head of the bed. Her fingers entered you with ease, you slick with arousal as you held her close. Minimal assistance was given on your part, what with your brain practically shutdown from her actions but Cindy knew how to read you. Noticed little movements, subtle gasps or even when your face scrunched slightly telling her to try a different spot. The ragged breaths that came from both your bodies and the squelching noises that were produced from her working your mercilessly were the only things heard in the studio room. She worked her way up from your breasts and to your neck, leaving the same, if not more marks against your skin that would be a bitch to cover in the morning.

She gave you a heated kiss and you could feel the smile on her lips as she danced with you. Your bottom lip earned a small bite when you snaked your arms up her back and clawed your way down. When she released your lips, the smile was more present than ever and Cindy licked her own.

“You never told me that I tasted so good darlin’.” A small peck on the lips. “You wanna find out how you taste?” Her fingers left your core and you whined at the emptiness but it was cut short when she put her two fingers in your mouth. You sucked them letting your tongue rub against the pads of her digits. When pulled out she laughed at the face you made.

“Kinda bitter, but I’m not surprised. Noct has been taking more hunts at night and coffee is the only thing keeping me awake.”

She hummed and you barely caught the whisper of, “Mind if I try?” Before she put her two fingers back in and massaged you. Fingers curled in just the right way, the slow pumps along with her thumb rubbing your clit. Not breaking her gaze at you as your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud at the languid pace she kept. The blonde woman placed a small pillow behind your head to keep you from hurting yourself.

“Gods! Cindy! Please!” Fingers were removed and placed into her mouth, self-satisfied smile at the flush ever present on your face. Legs on either side of you in a straddle, she put her fingers back in you, catching your neck with her mouth as you bucked at the insertion. “I think you taste divine baby girl.” Whispered against sensitive skin, it formed goosebumps all along your body.

Finally, you put your fingers back into her. Your breaths mixed beautifully with her moans against your skin. Cindy took your nipple in her mouth again. Deft fingers worked you so well that when you finally climaxed, you stopped working Cindy for just a moment. The way you called out her name as your orgasm washed over you was music to her ears. “AH! CI-CINDY! Don’t stop! AH-AHH! OH GODS!” How she was able to get you so loud, you would never know. Normally, you were a quiet love maker but with Cindy it seemed she could turn you into a pornstar. Giving you one last pump she took in her work. Your chest was heaving, mouth slightly parted, pupils dilated and hair an absolute mess; you looked like sin in your post orgasm state.

Cindy didn’t blame you for being so worn out but she was impressed when you still pumped your fingers into her. She took mercy on you and began to ride your fingers but not before removing hers from you and placing them back in her mouth lapping up the release you left on her. Her bundle of nerves got stimulation from your thumb. You just enjoyed the sights and sounds of her breasts bouncing, whimpers from sucking her own fingers clean of you, and the soft wet slaps of her grinding, as she took her own release on your fingers.

One final desperate shout escaped her as she fell forward against your equally exhausted body. Both parties laid on the bed and tried to catch their breaths. Cindy sat up against and kissed you, this time it was soft, meaningful and somewhat fleeting.

“I think we ruined your duvet…”

“Aw don’t worry ‘bout it darlin.’ Nothin’ a quick wash won’t fix. How ‘bout you get this off the bed and I’ll get us a warm towel to clean us off.” You nodded and she hopped off you and to the kitchen to wet a towel with warm water as you made quick work of the duvet and throw pillows. Cindy came back, pulled the sheets back and motioned for you to get into bed with her. Gently you cleaned each other up and placed the towel on the nightstand near her bed once finished. That was also when you noticed that it was so late into the night and you hadn’t eaten anything. Stomach catching up with your mind it made a loud rumbling noise that you both laughed at.

“I totally forgot that I skipped dinner.”

“It was worth it though right?”

You caressed her chin and guided her to a small kiss. “Oh absolutely. But Ignis’ll flip if he finds out I didn’t eat.”

“Well (Y/N) you kinda did eat.” Cindy sat on her haunches with her legs just barely spread. “I’d say you had yourself a full course meal.” A playful tackle to the bed wiped that smirk off her face as laughter filled the room. You blew against her stomach and she tried, in vain, to push you off. “Okay okay! How ‘bout this: You get yourself to the bathroom if you need to I’ll leave you a shirt of mine and get started on makin’ us something proper to eat? May not be like the Prince’s Advisor, but I consider myself a good cook at times.”

“Sounds like a plan.” To the bathroom you went and did what you had to do there, and true to her word, Cindy left you one of her shirts. The soft fabric was gentle on your skin, it was much larger than you expected it to be, just going past the curve of your butt, and it had the smell of Jasmine, vanilla, and motor oil. When you met Cindy at the stove she already began to warm up what appeared to be a breakfast like dish. She asked you to watch the food as she went to the bathroom herself.

Maybe five minutes passed. You hummed a tune as you cooked the food. Cindy wrapped her arms around your waist, she too wearing an over-sized shirt.

“You look nice like this.” It was whispered against soft fabric and love-bitten skin.

“Like how? In one of your shirts?”

“That, and here with me.” One kiss was barely pressed on your shoulder. “I could get used to late night or, I should say early mornin’, meals with you. Waking up with you. Being able to call you my girl.” The food sizzled on the stove as Cindy all but confessed to you. “That is… if you’ll want to. Don’t wanna force you or anything but, having you here with me has made me more happy than you could now.”

You turned and kissed her. The answer to the request, your hands grazing up and down her back while hers gripped tightly to the shirt you wore. Both of you were smiling before, during and after the kiss. Your foreheads rested against one another as you happily whispered, “Cindy, nothing would make me happier.”

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utopianvoices · 5 years

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dating au | j.wooyoung

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how he acts around you

this boy

oh my fucking god

don’t get me started

acts like a whole ass school boy around you

no, i’m not talking about the kind of school boy that is super shy around their crush

i’m talking about the kind who teases the person they like to no ends

you know that moment you find out this boy’s been bullying you since kindergarten just because he liked you

that’s wooyoung right there

does not know the meaning of maturity when he gets a crush on you

all sane thoughts just fly out the window

he’ll do anything to make sure your attention is on him all the damn time

tbh i’m surprised you don’t end up hating him with the amount he teases you

will trip you when you’re walking by

or just tugs on your hair if he’s walking behind you

is so so annoying

but even while being annoying he’s still so considerate???

makes sure he’s ready to catch you if you really lose your balance when he trips you

and never pulls on your hair to the extent where it hurts

basically all the things he does are just subtext for “pay attention to me because my heart does Things when you’re around”

poor babie (つ﹏<。)

he’s both sweet and annoying

when he’s annoying he’s really annoying

to the extent where you wanna slap him real hard

but when he’s sweet he’s so sweet that all you wanna do is just kiss him right there

what no i didn’t say anything

always replies to your messages immediately

and never misses a call from you if he’s not busy

even if he misses a call, the first thing he does when he checks his phone is to call you back

will listen to anything and everything you have to say

even encourages you to rant to him if you’re feeling down about anything

puts you first for EVERYTHING

honestly i think he even values your life more than his

wooyoung is a very passionate man

so even when he loves, he’s passionate about it

him teasing you is just how he copes with his crush on you

and his own way of saying “please don’t ever forget me.”

how he confesses

one of the ones that have no problem confessing

only after doing some confirmation tests though

when he’s starting to make his mind up to confess to you, his teasing switches up a bit

instead of tripping you or pulling your hair

he teases you in another way

gets really close to you when he’s taking something from behind you

casually puts his arm around your shoulder when you’re watching a movie

just stares at you when you’re trying to do something

the staring wasn’t intentional tho he’s just so smitten he can’t stop looking at you

(◠‿◠✿)

basically just does whatever he can do to get a reaction out of you

when you get flustered and pull away, a bulb just lights up in his head

and his confidence slowly grows

but if you’re really good at controlling yourself

damn y/n you must have some steel conviction

he’ll give up and bribe the members to reveal if you returned his feelings

and he finally got the truth from san after asking nicely just once

by nicely i mean he threatened to put shiber into the washing machine with dye if san didn’t tell him

but yEs, after asking very nicely

he found out that you did return his feelings

and he’s smug af

doesn’t plan anything extravagant

he kinda just drops the bomb on you when you’re eating, out of all the times

and you just kind of start choking because???? you weren’t made to handle these things???

plus you thought that him confessing so casually was pretty hot

anyway

he passes you some water and just gently pats your back

waiting patiently for you to come back to live and give him a big ol’ hug

first date

oOof i imagine y’all having a really simple date

like the dance studio date kind

invites you over to the dance studio and shows you all the new choreos that he made

and you’re just like （☆ω☆*） because dAmn your man looking hot as fuck

THE TYPE TO BE ANNOYING AND DO A SEXY DANCE WHILE STARING AT YOU

you know, just for the laughs

dies laughing when he sees your flustered face

and teases you so much omg

“you really enjoyed that huh?”

“n-nO i didn’t whAt are yOU talking abOut!!?!?!?”

“uh huhhhh whatever you say babe~”

“hhhh i’m bREAKING UP WITH YOU.”

but fr tho you’d take this date over any other date

because just having wooyoung with you was more than enough

uwu

for your meal you’ll just decide to order pizza or something

and sprawl across the floor pigging out

10/10 date right there

i wouldn’t be surprised if he starts a food fight by throwing some fries at you

and you throw some back at him

but you both stop after getting each back because food is precious

and y’all were hungry as heck

good choice

tells you to take a seat at the couch while he clears the place

but you refuse and help him out

and he’s just like *heart eyes*

leave the boy alone he basically just has *heart eyes* for you all the damn time

Whipped™

first kiss

you’re gravely mistaken if you think you’ll be waiting long for this

boy is shameless

and deprived

because he’s been wanting to kiss you for the longest time

so anyway after stuffing your faces till you both couldn’t walk

he suggests to DANCE

?????? hello wooyoung pliz

not everyone is athletic like you ;;

but he leaves you no choice because the next moment he’s pulling you up

and connecting his phone to the speakers and choosing a song

you’re surprised when a soft tune fills the studio

instead of the usual hip hop or r&b tracks

have i mentioned how cheesy he is

will do a 90° bow and say something like “can i have this dance with you, m’lady?”

and you can’t help but giggle at how silly he looked trying to pretend to be posh

but you play along anyway

returning the bow, you offer your hand and he pulls you closer

one of his hand on your waist while your hand rests on his shoulder

and your free hands intertwined

the first few minutes were you both trying insanely difficult ballroom moves

but as time went by, your hands found home around his neck, you fingers playing with the ends of his hair

while his rested on your sides

and you’re just staring at each other while swaying side to side

when he slowly starts to lean in

and you’re like !!! this is it!!!!!

as your eyes flutter shut

but they shoot right open when his nose brushes yours instead

and you’re met with the image of your sneaky boyfriend trying to hold in his laughter

you stare at him for a few seconds trying to process what just happened

and when you finally realise

you start hitting him, complaints flying out of your mouth, while he tries to shield himself from you while laughing

“i cANT BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THAT YOU PIECE OF-”

you’re not even done with your sentence when something soft lands on your lips

who would have guessed

your words die in your throat as he pulls you in closer

and you just kinda melt in his arms

:’)

would have probably continued kissing you if his phone didn’t ring

blasting out his horrible ringtone of “i’m a barbie girl” at full volume

causing the both of you to jump apart at the sudden noise

“you still haven’t changed it?!”

you actually set it as a joke to annoy him and he just never changed it since his phone was on silent most of the time

couple goals amirite

first fight:

it’ll probably stem from his teasing personality

you would have had a really bad day and all you wanted to do was spend some quiet time at home

but i think he wouldn’t really pick up the cue that you weren’t in the mood for his jokes

and will keep joking and playing around

you’d just shoot him a glare, hoping he’ll stop

but boy would be pretty oblivious and just thought you were playing along

until you tell him off with a hard voice

and then he knows he’s in trouble

“wooyoung ffs leave me alone for one second please.”

and he’s just like !!!! fuck!!!!!

he pissed you off when he should’ve been taking care of you

kinda stands around awkwardly after you tell him off, not knowing what to do

and finally just walks off into the room

not even 10 minutes later, the smell of lavender floats through the apartment

and a nervous wooyoung appears

“i-i uh, prepared a bath for you... only if you want though!!”

babie ;-;

and you feel bad, because your boyfriend shouldn’t be feeling cautious around you

so you just push yourself off the couch and walk towards him

giving him a soft kiss and whispering a “thank you” against his lips

and you can actually physically see him relax

his shoulder dropping to their normal stance from their previously tensed state

and he gives you a warm smile

you take a few steps towards the bathroom when you get an idea

“wanna join me?”

and he just stares like :O for a while

before going ;) and scooping you up

walking to the bathroom with you in his arms

i’m just doing myself more damage at this point

favourite things to do together:

did someone say

movie marathons

loves loves LOVES to watch movies with you

especially harry potter!!!

he’ll order a ton of food

and you’ll make some brownies for the both of you

while he sets up the living room to look like a whole ass fort

makes sure NO ONE disturbs him during your movie marathon

and you do the same

you both rewatch all the way from the first to the eighth movie

spending time in between each movie to discuss certain opinions you have

and it’s honestly one of the best times to bond with him

because it really amazes you how deep your talks can get

and the different perspectives you both look at

y'all definitely fall asleep in front of the tv towards the end of the eighth movie

with your head on his shoulder and his atop yours

hands intertwined and resting on his lap

the sore body you attain the next day due to your uncomfortable positions is totally worth it though

because you’d do it again, with no hesitation

general affection:

can we take some time to mourn for your innocence

big rip

I’M JOKING

or am i

hhhhh

one of the skinship kings

will get withdrawal symptoms if he’s not touching you

does NOT care if the members are around

will shamelessly pull you in for a kiss

and honestly only the members are on the losing side because they could have gone their whole life without seeing you two make out

right in front their salads tSk

loves to sit you on his lap

whether you’re in a car

on the couch

or wherever possible

just wants to show off his strong thighs

although you sitting in his lap often leads to other problems......

and he’ll make sure you solve his problems

aHEM

if you kiss him for more than three seconds

you bet he’s gonna turn it into a make out session

so if you have things to do, avoid putting your lips anywhere near his

will whine if you tease him

like.... really Whine

and the only way you’re shutting him up is by kissing him

if your make out sessions start to get Wild

his movement just gets very urgent

pushes you to the nearest wall or whatever hard surface there is

and puts his hands on either side of you

essentially meaning that you’re not escaping him soon

and this, 9/10 times leads to something more

sO.... buckle up

might be a bit rough when he’s in the mood

so you’ll have to take the lead to slow things down

only if you want though...... everyone has their preferences ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

basically, with this boy?

you’re gonna have to prepare yourself to be attacked 24/7 because it’s not in him to stop showering you with love and attention

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #jung wooyoung imagines #jung wooyoung scenarios #jung wooyoung #dating au series #dee scribbles #i might as well rename general affections to making out with wy #sorry not sorry #:D

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winchesterandpie · 5 years

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Part of the Company Part 1 (Thorin x Reader)

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word count: 2268

Warnings: None

A/N: I was looking through my drive and found the start of a series, and I’m feeling in a Middle-Earth mood at the moment. Reader is from our world, shoved suddenly into Middle Earth a long time before the quest to Erebor. Let me know if y’all want me to continue it! If my plans hold out, it’d be a bit of a slow burn! Love you guys!!! Gif isn’t mine.

Riding through the Shire on the way to the home of our soon-to-be burglar, I was thoroughly amused by my companion’s unwillingness to ask for directions. The dark-haired dwarf simply refused to get help, even if he hadn’t the faintest idea where he was going.

“Thorin, just ask where to go. We’ll be late if you don’t!” I finally became frustrated enough to exclaim at him.

“Well, if you’re so keen for directions, get them yourself,” he replied, a little miffed at my apparent lack of faith in his direction seeking capabilities.

“Fine, then. I’ll meet you there,” I was completely exasperated with Thorin and nudged the stallion I rode into an easy lope. “If you ever make it, that is,” I couldn’t resist adding over my shoulder with a grin, barely catching his answering smile before he was lost to my sight. Recalling what I had seen so very many years ago, I navigated my way through the maze of houses until I came to the one on top of the hill with a large, green door.

“Take that, you stubborn dwarf, you,” I muttered under my breath, glad I had seen all of the movies of Middle Earth before I had been abruptly transported into Middle Earth many years ago, before the dragon took Erebor. Somehow, I had managed to become best friends with the dwarven prince, having landed in a time that he was approximately my equivalent in years. Oddly enough, I never aged at the speed of a human. Instead, I seemed to age even slightly slower than the dwarves I was surrounded by, possibly even as slowly as an elf if my youthful complexion was anything to go by. Shaking my head a bit at that silly dwarf’s stubbornness, I slid off the silky black pony’s back and tied him to a fence post, next to the ponies already tied there, loosening his girth before turning to the door and raising a hand to knock.

“Y/N, at your service,” I said with a bow when the door was finally opened by a curly haired halfling. “You must be Mr. Baggins, correct?” He only nodded in response, seeming a little shell-shocked as he stepped aside to allow me in. I had barely hung up my cloak and weapons on a peg by the door when I was captured in a hug from behind.

“Y/N!” I instantly recognized the voice of Fili, one of Thorin’s nephews. Laughing, I squirmed in his hold until he let go, allowing me to turn and throw my arms around his neck, burying my face against his mane of golden hair. All of the dwarves were crowding into the hall, cheering heartily that I had arrived as Fili picked me up and spun me around in a circle. In my time in Middle Earth, I had grown close friendships with all the dwarves in the hobbit hole, but Fili and Kili in particular, often being referred to as their partner in crime.

“My dear y/n. I’m glad you made it,” Gandalf greeted me, and I grinned back at him.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, old friend.”

“Good to see ya, lass,” Dwalin could be heard over the din of voices as the other dwarves stepped up to take their turn greeting me. “Is he with you?”

“You know him. Never asks for directions, that one,” I replied with a chuckle. “He told me to go on ahead if I was so keen on directions. We’ll see if he ever arrives.” Everyone joined your chuckle except for the hobbit, who didn’t know particularly much of Oakenshield’s character.

“You must be hungry after your trip.” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement.

“Aye, that I am,” I replied, laughing internally at the sort of speech I had picked up from the dwarves of Middle Earth. To my credit, I had been in Middle Earth now for over a century.

“Well don’t just stand there gawking at her,” the tattooed warrior urged. “D’you want to eat or not?” No one seemed against his statement, and all, myself included, made for the fully stocked table, finding a seat on the benches. I found myself next to Kili, with room for his brother on my other side as the food was passed and tossed across the table.

“Bombur, catch!” I looked up from the sausage I was taking a bite from just in time to watch the wider dwarf catch the piece of food Bofur had tossed squarely in his mouth. Everyone cheered at the successful toss, and then began the food fight. I was fully used to this sort of gathering, having been around the dwarves long enough to know that this was just how they were, but the hobbit was not quite so used to them. I flashed a sympathetic smile at him, and he grimaced in return before turning to walk down the hall toward his pantry

“Who wants an ale?” Fili came walking along the tabletop, laden down with mugs of ale. “There you go.” His brother smacked his leg when the blond dwarf stepped on Kili’s food. I had a moment of amusement, because we had been eating for a while now, and Thorin still hadn’t shown up, apparently remaining too stubborn to ask for directions.

“Let him have another drink,” Dwalin called to Fili.

“Here you go,” the prince replied, handing him a mug. Dwalin then proceeded to pour it in Oin’s ear trumpet thing, who then had to blow it out which caused a hilarious squeak, rousing choruses of laughter among the company. Then came my least favorite bit of the whole meal - the drinking/burping contest. In all my time with them, one thing that never vanished was my sense of table manners. Something that burping contests did not fit well with. I must say, I agreed with Bilbo’s looking away from the disgusting sight of ale running down the dwarves’ beards.

Eventually the meal was finished, and everyone went about tidying up after the group, myself included. Bilbo was becoming increasingly agitated at the dwarves rowdy behaviour, and I caught a glimpse of him venting to Gandalf, the wizard who had made this whole thing happen, bless him.

“Excuse me. I’m sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?” Ori asked, approaching the hobbit.

“Here you go, Ori, give it to me,” Fili replied, who happened to be standing close at hand. I couldn’t prevent another smile from breaking over my features, recalling the incredible display of hand-eye coordination and teamwork that was fast approaching. Fili threw the dish to Kili, who in turn threw it to Bifur, standing at the sink, who caught it without a single glance at the plate. Pretty soon, the entire company was hurling their dishes around the room, and I was no exception, thoroughly enjoying myself as I threw and caught dish after dish.

“Excuse me, that’s my mother’s West Farthing crockery, it’s over a hundred years old!” the hobbit exclaimed indignantly, at which the dwarves began banging their forks, knives, and fists on the table in front of them with a defined rhythm.

“And can-can you not do that? You’ll blunt them!” This would bring on an impromptu song that I had never forgotten, even after the many years since I had heard it sung, except for the occasions when I would mumble it to myself.

“Ooh, d’hear that, lads? He says we’ll blunt the knives,” Bofur’s voice broke through my reverie

“Blunt the knives, bend the forks,” Kili began with his signature crooked grin displayed widely across his face.

“Smash the bottles and burn the corks,” Fili continued, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“Chip the glasses and crack the plates,” the rest of the dwarves joined in now, voices growing to a dull roar.

“That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth and tread on the fat

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you’ve finished, if any are whole

Send them down the hall to roll!” The dwarves paused in their singing, but the flying dishes continued, never hesitating in the defined beat with which Bofur now played his wooden flute, bouncing dishes off his elbows at the same time.

“That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!” the song finished, everyone laughing as the hobbit came around to see his dishes cleaned, neatly stacked, and completely unbroken. Even Gandalf was chuckling at the sight. Kili slapped my shoulder in his enjoyment and we grinned at each other, still laughing as Fili joined us. I had an arm around the shoulders of each brother, and they both had an arm around me as the company shared the chuckle. Thank heavens for that, I thought, for there will be precious little laughter as the quest goes on. We were all startled into silence by three loud knocks on the door.

“He is here,” Gandalf said solemnly. Everyone went to the area surrounding the door as the hobbit opened it to admit the dwarf that we had all been waiting on, looking as majestic as ever. He stepped in, a small smile gracing his features as his gaze fell on me.

“Gandalf,” he acknowledged the wizard. “I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. Wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for the mark on the door.”

“Of course you wouldn’t, you great buffoon. And do you wanna know why?” I stage muttered under my breath. “Because you can’t be bothered to ask for directions!” Thorin was trying so very hard not to chuckle at that, but the rest of the gathered group didn’t bother restraining their laughter at my remark. Even the little hobbit managed to find a smile at that, then remembered the conversation at hand, and his expression became confused once more

“Mark? There’s no mark on that door! It was painted a week ago!” Poor Bilbo was so confused as to what the dark-and-silver-haired dwarf in front of him was talking about.

“There is a mark; I put it there myself,” Gandalf seemed to be trying to cover that Bilbo did not in fact particularly want to go on a quest to reclaim a mountain. “Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield.” Thorin scanned the little hobbit up and down, as a hunter would examine a piece of prey, to which I rolled my eyes.

“So, this is the Hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” Rude though Thorin’s way about it may have been, it was a question that needed asking.

“Pardon me?” Bilbo really had no idea what Thorin wanted from him.

“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?” Though I quite liked the dwarf, I couldn’t help but be more than a little irritated at his lack of tact.

“Well, I have some skill at Conkers, if you must know, but I fail to see why that’s relevant,” Bilbo seemed to be a little flustered as he answered.

“Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar,” At his overly rude remark, I shot Thorin a glare that would turn orcs to stone at a hundred paces and kill them at anything less than fifty. He caught my look and seemed to apologize with his eyes, almost as though he were asking forgiveness. I pretended not to have seen that look, thinking that he was lucky he wasn’t an orc. He would have to apologize vocally to the hobbit if he wanted it to count for anything by me. Especially as his remark had caused general amusement for the other dwarves at the expense of the hobbit whose services Thorin was requesting.

Everyone moved back to the table, and food was acquired for Thorin. He sat at the head of the table, eating with more manners than I had seen from the other dwarves, but he had been less rambunctious than the rest ever since the dragon had come. Poor dwarf felt he had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, even that he must bear such a burden on his own.

“What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?” Balin asked once Thorin had had a chance to eat at least a little bit.

“Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms,” the dwarf looked a little disconsolate, but apparently I was the only one who noticed, for the others seemed glad at the news. Then again, I had traveled with him the whole way, and so had known his disappointment for the whole trip to the Shire.

“What do the dwarves of the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?” Dwalin went straight to it, as was the warrior’s way.

“They will not come,” here, I could hear the tiniest shred of despair in his voice, but he masked it well. If I had not known him for so long, I would not have heard it myself. Everyone murmured their own disappointment at his statement. “They say this quest is ours, and ours alone.” I slipped silently from the room, knowing how the rest of the conversation was going to go, between their explanation of the quest and Bofur’s overly detailed description of a dragon, figuring I would return in time for Misty Mountains.

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years

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Play Though?

(Dad!M’Baku x Reader)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This kind of came to me from the movie Claudine with Diahann Carroll? The characters are gonna have the same sort of attitudes as the main one in that movie. A relationship that isn’t a storybook one, swept off of your feet one, but still good. Who wants that perfect love story anyway?

So, Reader is a single parent and one day in the park meets someone that steals her concentration. The rest is below...

You rub your temples as you hear the clatter of metal and plastic banging around in your brain. Throbbing pain emanates from your skull as you get up and head to the kitchen, walking over the land mines of hot wheel cars, Legos, and army men figures scattered about your living room carpet.

“Mama! I have a big race to do! Wanna see?” The gleaming, round faced, mahogany toned golden child that is your son asks.

You put on a weak but sincere smile as you pour some water to and shake a couple aspirin in your hand. “I do want to see, Xavier. Just give mama a minute to get a drink first.”

“Ok. Mama, can I have some juice?” Xavier gets up, trotting into the kitchen to the fridge.

You stop mid sip, reaching out to keep him from opening the fridge. “What did I say about getting something before I tell you to?”

Xavier’s large brown eyes widen even more as he knows what to say. “You say to wait.”

Nodding, you continue. “Wait for mama to say yes or no. Now get off the door and ask me again.” You cap the aspirin and put it in the cabinet.

Xavier fidgets with his hands, spinning in a circle as he spoke. “Can I have some juice mamaaaa.”

You cross your arms, smiling devilishly. “After you clean up all those toys in there.”

Xavier makes a stink face, coming over to hug your legs. “I want to play still.”

“I thought you wanted juice?” You ask, examining the life expectancy or the braids he’s been wearing.

“Uh huh, but-”

“Then you need to clean up your toys.” Pointing him towards the living room, you dig for your phone to double check your shopping list. “You should anyway, we’re going to the store to get some stuff for dinner. You’ve had nuggets three times this week, and probably more including daycare.”

Xavier noisily throws his toys in the bin one at a time. “Uh uh! Ms. Adams gave us fries one day, and-and pizza!”

You roll your eyes as you scroll your phone. “That’s not a balanced diet, X. They don’t teach you about eating fruits and vegetables yet?”

Xavier clangs his cars hard into their bin, annoying you to the nth degree. “Xavier, you got one more time to throw that in there ‘fore I light you up. Clean up right!”

Xavier hangs his head, braids curtain his face as he slumps to pick up each toy and put them in the tub, painstakingly slow. You rest your head on your fist, jiggling your foot as you watch him get on your nerves in the most minute ways. Xavier peers over at you periodically whenever he goes to pick up a toy to see what you’re doing but you remain unphased, waiting patiently as he wastes your time and his own. What a five year old has to have an attitude about is beyond your thoughts to grasp.

“Xavier Maurice, you have two minutes to pick up the rest of these toys from off this floor, otherwise you are not getting any juice, or iPad time for the day. It’s your choice.”

Xavier moos at your ultimatum, picking up his pace only slightly, but scooping his toys by the handful. You would correct him on his tone, but he caught you on a good day. One thing your son has taught you is how to pick your battles.

The sun was shining and the air felt warm for a change, so you and Xavier walked down to the nearby farmer’s market you’ve been meaning to try out. The place is packed with whites in cargo shorts and Columbia fleece jackets as you calmly peruse the array of tomatoes, cucumbers, oranges, apples, fresh herbs, homemade pastas, and all other artisanal, organic ingredients you could get your hands on. Xavier was not having it, doing his best to remain calm but he is five.

“Mama, where are the PopTarts? And-and cereals?” He whines, reaching for an onion on the bottom row of a stack. You swiftly stop him, preventing what would have been an avalanche on him and a hefty guilt bill for you.

“Hey! Same rules at home, apply out here. Don’t touch anything.” You smell a pear just for the hell of it. The possibilities were endless for you to make some sensible and fulfilling meals for the two of you, but you also had to think realistically about Xavier’s picky eater status and your limited time to cook during the week. They may not have had PopTarts, but you found some homemade ice cream that seemed decent enough to try.

After you put together a good looking basket full of items and pay, you head back to your house to get things started. Xavier helps you carry a bunch of bananas in a bag when a nearby park catches his eye.

“Mama! Can I go play there?” Xavier asks, bouncing on his toes.

You look to the playground area. It wasn’t very crowded and he could probably run off some energy to earn a nap later.

You fake like you’re thinking hard, making Xavier beg even more, sticking out his pink bottom lip. You couldn’t torture your baby any longer.

“Fine, go ahead. But stay on the playground, don’t go off with anybody. And if I call you cuz I can’t see you, you better come to me, ok?”

Xavier nods happily, shoving the fruit at you before booking it across the grass and through a gap in the hedges lining the park’s perimeter to get to the bright colored construction.

You take this time to sit back on a park bench, feeling the coolness of the wood against your legs and back, mixed with the warmth of the sun beaming down.

This actually wasn’t a bad idea in the grand scheme of things. You got time to enjoy nature, sit down as your child is occupied, giving the screen time a break for the both of you. And you can people watch, which is your favorite pastime. There are two white women chatting in deep conversation as you see a blonde hair girl lick a rock before tossing it to the ground, and brunette one hanging from the monkey bars falling hard on her back, head bouncing off of the concrete. She starts to scream bloody murder, but when she gets up, you assume it is from embarrassment more than pain. Her mother’s neck whips around to find her before scooping her up and cooing at her questions, asking if she is alright, etc.

Looking past them, you see a little Black girl swinging on the swing set, hair in braided pigtails held by bobbles, smiling widely as her little legs kicked to build up her momentum. Behind her is a man. And by man, you mean a MAN. Dark wash jeans that accentuated his thick legs; clean chocolate sneakers on his feet; and dark brown Henley shirt that took on the privileged task of masking the full extent of his broad shoulders and impressive chest; dark brown leather jacket.

You suddenly feel very aware of your T-shirt with a questionable stain that you hid with an old university jacket and your old worn out jeans that Xavier scribbled on once and you tossed on in a hurry. This guy looked like the last person you would expect to be pushing a little girl in a swing at a park. More like pushing you up against a wall and-

“Mama! Come push me!”

The sound of your child calling out to you snapped you from your sudden romance novel fantasy and you picked up your bag and headed over to the swing set. You tried to avoid looking at the man pushing the giggly little girl in front of him as you took your spot behind your son.

“I’m gonna go higher! You’ll see!” Xavier taunts the little girl as he grips the chains awaiting your assistance. She sticks her tongue out while gliding toward the sky.

“X, be nice! This isn’t a competition.” You say as motherly as you can, without an inkling of a sour tone.

“Oh it isn’t?” When he spoke, you almost missed your next turn to push Xavier. The deepness of his tone shook you more than you cared to admit, along with an accent you couldn’t place? You were done for.. Looking over at him, you get a full and up close shot of his appearance. His smile is youthful and inviting despite his large appearance, with the gap in his teeth you would’ve laughed but not to be rude. It just brought out your playfulness and made your brain melt as you tried to multitask.

Laughing stupidly, you say, “Well, I mean, swinging isn’t a sport or game. You just swing and enjoy it.”

He shrugs, pushing the little girl as she cackled at her speed of motion.

“Harder mama! I wanna go higher!” Xavier demands.

“You heard him Mama, harder!” He says with a slick smile, as he also pushes his child with more force. You shook the implication of innuendo from your mind as you pushed Xavier farther.

“Listen, I’m getting tired of both of y’all telling me what to do. Men, I swear.” You murmur under your breath, looking at he sideways.

“Oh like women are so easy to please? This little girl has had me up since 7 am with her tea parties and Doc McStuffin reruns and baby shark. All I can say is ‘yes ma’am, of course sweetheart’.”

“As it should be.” You chide him. Xavier’s laughter is at its peak excitement as he passes the little girl on one swing.

“I told you, I got you!” Xavier says.

“X!”

“Baba!” The little girl bellows out all of a sudden, dragging her heels across the gravel to bring herself to a stop. So that is his child, you thought.

“Yes, ọmọbinrin?” He asks, kneeling down to her level beside her. She put her small hands to either side of his face looking very serious.

“I want to be alone now. You embarrassed me in front of my friend.” She gets up and goes over to Xavier who stops his swing to. She takes his hand and escorts him to the sandbox.

You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth as you snort. He looks up at you, slowly getting up.

“You find that funny?” He asks, eyebrow raised.

You try your best to look serious but you can’t help it. “Um, ahem. I mean, hey you are right. Nothing but ‘yes ma’am’ with that little girl. You are wrapped around her fingers and toes, Mr….”

He kisses his teeth, looking over at them. “M’Baku Rotimi. And maybe so. But I’d rather have it that way. She doesn’t cower from people who test her, like her daddy.” M’Baku puffs his chest out slightly for mass effect.

You ignore the twitch you feel at when he says ‘daddy’, trying to stay cool as you look away. “How old is she?”

“Jolasun four, going on 40, very mature and bossy like a certain Miss....” M’Baku mutters anticipating your response as you give him your name.

He looks you up and down slightly. “And your boy, X?”

“Xavier. Five, and every bit of it. It’s funny, he seems to follow your little girl’s word more than my own.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse. You might want to warn him about that, Pretty girls grabbing ahold of his attention too quick. Happens to the best of us.” M'Baku says scratching the back of his neck, looking at you like he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. You laugh in a way that was supposed to be condescending but comes out more like a seagull caught in barb wire.

“Oh am I supposed to pick up on something with that statement?” You ask in a challenging tone.

M’Baku puts his hands in his pockets, taking a small step towards you. “No, no, I’m not a poet, nor do I beat around the bush. You are very beautiful and witty, with a son who looks well taken care of.”

You take a step back, flustered but cool on the surface. “Yeah, of course, because I know how to do that.”

“Alone?” M’Baku asks inquisitively, cocking his head to the side. You exhale sharply, flabbergasted as you take this as your cue to leave.

“I should probably get going. I have to make dinner and stuff so…” You turn to pick up your bag and soon as you do, the ice cream falls out, along with other items. It’s condensation from its container worked a hole in the bottom of the paper sack, rendering it useless.

“Fuck!” You curse, picking up the too soft ice cream.

“Here, I can help you with that.” M'Baku picks up the bag carefully, using the other side of the bag that is hole-less, balancing so the contents don’t fall out the top. You have what spilled outside of it already.

“God, you don’t have to do that!” You say, attempting to take the bag out of his embrace.

He lifts it higher, turning from you. “Eh! I feel at least a bit responsible talking your ear off, please. Allow me.”

His eyes are sincere enough, you thought. It’s not like you watched Dateline the night before and saw something about people using children as bait for kidnapping women. You shake the notion out of your head, figuring you’re being a little paranoid.

“I don’t live far, unless you drove.”

“We don’t live far either, so it’s fine; she felt like walking today. Jolasun!”

“Xavier! Come on, we gotta go!”

“Can Jola come with us, mama!?” Xavier asks out loud as they dust sand off of themselves.

“Yeah, she and her Dad are coming, hurry up!” You bellow, thanking M'Baku again cautiously as you all walked to your place.

The weather almost felt like summer by the time you got back, kicking off your shoes as you and M'Baku plop the goods on the counter as you wiped your brow and caught your breath. Xavier and Jolasun run for the bin of toys.

“Xavier, I don’t want a mess. You can watch TV, no toys right now.”

Xavier is barely phased by the change in plans as he gets the remote, expertly selecting his choice of programs.

M'Baku puts the ice cream in the fridge as you start organizing the food in their proper places. “Thanks again. God that woulda been a mess without you.”

M'Baku unpacks the bananas. “It’s all good. You seemed a little off balance, so I figured this might tip you over if I didn’t help.”

You scoff as you shut your fridge door. “Off balance? What does that mean?”

M'Baku takes a breath before ripping an imitation of your seagull squawk with embellished eyelash batting and a hair flip.

“What? What is all of that? I don’t sound like that either.” You say, offended but entertained.

M'Baku leans on the counter peering at you suavely. “Maybe not exactly like that, sure. Can I make it up to you with showing how to use some of these ingredients you bought?”

You put a hand on your hip, pointing a loaf of bread at him. “Now you have stepped over the line. I can cook burn my own kitchen down, thanks.”

M'Baku chuckles. Looking in the living room at the kids who have gone quiet except for the TV. “I am trying to impress you, but you’re taking it as an offense. The saying is, what is it…’thou doth protest too much’?.”

You roll your eyes walking around him to see what the children were up to. Looking over the couch, you can tell they were slumped in a way that for sure meant they were asleep. Before you could confirm, you feel a sharp pain in your foot.

“AGH-” you exclaim, before clamping your mouth with you hand and bouncing back. You feel M'Baku’s hand on your side, the other holding our arm to keep you steady. His touch is hot on you, his body must run naturally warm, you noted; hands rough but gentle and careful when holding you. His close proximity to you helped you to realize how good he smelled; earthy and natural with a clean laundry finish.

“Are you hurt? What was that?” M'Baku asked, but you hushed him as he spoke, pointing and mouthing that the kids were asleep. He gets wide eyed and mouths an “oh”, letting you go to pick up the spare army man that Xavier neglected to pick up this morning.

You sat on a chair at the kitchen table, rubbing the bottom of your foot as you watch him bend over, some skin exposing on his lower back exposing how even toned his melanin is and you are thankful.

“I would offer to help you clean but you may not like that either.” M'Baku says, dropping the toy in its proper place.

You roll your eyes so deep you see your brain. “Sir, I will never say no to free maid service if you are offering, but my son couldn't care less how many legos stab the soles of my feet.”

As he walked over to join you at the table, M'Baku lays a hand daintily on your knee. “I am at your service. If that means I am seeing you for a second date, I would be honored.”

“Second?” Your voice rises as you question him, watching him smile. You are really beginning to love that smile. “Let me ask you this: what makes you assume I am available to date? That I don’t have a husband on the way home any minute?”

M’Baku looks around the kitchen. “I see no pictures, you have no ring, and if you did, I would curse him for being so lazy as to not help you with your shopping list.”

You stare at him a moment before scoffing. “You really want to cook for me huh?”

M’Baku throws his hands up. “That would be a great start! I have many vegetarian dishes you would fall in l-”

“Oh, whoa, wait. You? Babe the Blue Ox, is a vegetarian?”

M’Baku twists his lip up at the nickname. “I’m not familiar with the moniker, but I am!”

“Is that what life is like from wherever you are?”

“Kansas? Yes, of course.” M’Baku rests his chin on his fist, looking at you innocently before breaking with a smile.

Your body relaxes as you tap the table with your fingertips thinking over your options. A man you met on the playground, gorgeous and foreign man, wants to see you again and make you dinner. Without any weird vibes, bad lines, or perverse insinuations?

“Mama?”

You snap to look in the living room, seeing a little hand stretch up from the couch. “Can I have juice now?” You spring up, thankful for the distraction to go check on your son. Jolasun is rubbing her eyes as well.

“Sure thing baby, you’ve earned it. Mama will have some too, she’s kind of thirsty all of a sudden. Jolasun, you want some?” You ask, grabbing some grape juice to pour.

“I think we’ll just head out actually. It’s been good, you’ve got dinner to cook.” M'Baku answers, getting up to go over and pick Jolasun up in his arms.

You didn’t even feel like cooking, especially now when there were two broad, strong spare hands ready to light your taste buds on fire. “If you truly have somewhere to be, yeah, no problem.”

“Can Jolasun come over again?” Xavier asks looking up at M'Baku with his cup in his hand. Jolasun’s head springs off her dad’s shoulder to glare at him, making M'Baku laugh. “If Jolasun is good with it, I think we can arrange something.” Jolasun smiles, giving Xavier a thumbs as he smiles with purple juice stained lips.

“So, we can all just….meet up again sometime in the future. Make plans between us, and that should be fun!” You say informally, trying to keep things casual, no mentions of a date to roll of your tongue.

M'Baku’s eyes light up as he hugs his daughter winking at you. “Good, it’s a date. Take my number down and we can talk.”

You sink into the floor, submitting your number into his device as he asked. So much for avoiding the ‘D’ word. You all say your goodbyes then, closing the door and feeling like you can breathe for the first time all day as you plop on the couch. But you still feel an extreme amount of energy. Now you have a date to plan, but how long has it been since you’ve been on one? What would you wear? Should you buy more food for him to work with? And shit! He is a vegetarian! Xavier don’t care about not a ne’er vegetable!

“Mama, that was fun! I can’t wait to see them soon!” Xavier exclaims jumping in your lap with all of his weight.

You wince at his knees in your thighs, picking him up and lightly slamming him down on the pillows in retaliation. “Ohh! I can’t either, X.”

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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Matching Crazy: Part 1

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, PTSD, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 3,064

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Every day was sheer torture for you. Every day meant a new mental battle, a new day full of paranoia, and memories that just wouldn’t go away. Every day meant another day on the streets because holding down a job in any capacity wasn’t possible. Every day you lived in literal hell. Until you met Negan.

You had stumbled into a bar, the name of which, you had no idea, and the last bit of change you had to your name jangled in the pocket of your loose fitting jeans as you stepped up to the wood bar.

“Can I just have y’alls cheapest draft?” You nearly whispered in a slight Southern accent as you sat down, and put the grocery bag of your meager possessions on your lap. She stepped away from you with a disgusted look and grabbed a glass as you pulled the money from your pocket and laid it out on the bar.

‘You’re stateside.’ You thought to yourself as you brushed a strand of faded blue and dirty blonde, slightly dreaded hair behind your ear, and started counting the coins on the bar. ‘You’re stateside and you’re safe.’ You gave the waitress a tight lipped smile when she set your beer down and ignored the look of disgust she still had on her face.

“Hey gorgeous.” A man said as he took a seat next to you. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”

“Please go away.” You asked as you cringed away from him, and pushed your change toward the edge of the bar for the bartender.

“Aww come on, sugar. Don’t be like that.” The man said as he reached out to harmlessly push your hair back behind your ear to see your face better. You snapped at the contact, grabbed the man’s wrist, and spun it until you were able to slam him down on the bar.

“Go away!” You screeched as you started to shake violently while the sudden silence in the bar became deafening to you. Your heartbeat pounded in your ear and you closed your eyes in an attempt to block out the mental images of the war that destroyed your mind. Breathing started to get harder and you felt the need to break the man’s arm and escape.

“Hey, sweetheart.” A soft, deep voice said right in front of you. “Hey, look at me, soldier.” You opened your eyes wide as you gasped for breath.

“Marine.” You whispered as you shook your head to make the mental torment go away.

“OK, Marine. I need you to let him go, now.” You nodded as you loosened your grip on the man’s arm. The second he was free, the second man that had approached you threw him back away from you with an angry look in his direction before raising his hands in surrender toward you. “There we go. You’re safe now, Marine. Take a deep fucking breath for me.” You nodded, liking that you were given some sort of direction in such a directionless world. He gestured to the bartender, and slowly took a seat one barstool away from you with a small smile. “How long you been back stateside, Marine?”

“Eight months.” You gasped as he pushed a shot toward you with his fingertips.

“OK.” He said with a nod as he gestured for you to take the shot. “How many tours?” You exhaled the fumes and looked down a rip in your jeans but your hands still shook as you set the glass down on the bar.

“Four.”

“Iraq?” You shook your head as he reached forward slowly to pour you another shot to not spook you.

“One in Syria, one in Afghanistan, two in Baghdad.”

“OK.” He said as he continued to nod and gestured for you to drink again. “Tough fucking run. Thank you for your service.” You nodded your head as you set down the shot glass on the bar, the fear you felt still obvious in your (Y/E/C) eyes and movements. “What’s your name, Marine?”

“(Y/L/N).” You said with a sigh. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I’m Negan.” He said as he poured you another shot. “You from around here, (Y/N)?”

“Was stationed at Arlington for a while toward the end.” You said with a shake of your head as you pulled at the fray of your jeans that showed the hint of a newish colorful koala bear tattoo on your right thigh. “Originally was at Camp Lejeune. I’m from ‘round there.”

“Long fucking way from home.” He said with a nod as he reached out to push the shot toward you in an attempt to get enough liquor in you to get you calm. You nodded your head in agreement as you took the shot and set the glass back down with slightly steadier hands.

“Ain’t got much of a home to go back to anymore.” You sighed as you ran your hands through your hair, and finally looked up at the handsome stranger that was helping you.

“You on the streets, baby girl?” You nodded your head as you moved your feet up a rung on the barstool to try to hide yourself subconsciously.

“Since I got back this last time. They won’t let me go back. Told me I ain’t right in the head any more.”

“OK.” He stated as he pushed your beer back toward the far edge of the bar. He told the bartender to get you a better draft before turning his attention back to you. “Alright, Marine. I’m gunna put you up for the night in one of the dorms here, OK? Get you a nice hot meal, let you get a shower, and some clean clothes…” Your brow furrowed as you tilted your head to the side a little bit as your distrust for the stranger raced through your eyes.

“Why?” He shook his head as he pushed the new beer toward you with a smile.

“Because I’m a man that believes our vets deserve a chance and my guess is you have been down on your luck for a while. ‘sides, it’s too fucking cold outside at night. Ain’t no fucking place for a woman to be out on the streets.” You nodded your head, and looked over to pick up your beer.

“Thank you.” Was all you could say as tears welled in your eyes at the unconditional kindness of a stranger.

“Just do me a favor and stop throwing my fucking prospects around, OK? Bad for business and all.” You nodded as you took the handle of your grocery bag he had picked up off the floor for you. “Tonya, get this girl a clean outfit. Something fucking modest, please.” The woman behind the bar nodded as Negan sat back, and picked up his own beer bottle. “You’re gunna be OK, Marine. I promise.”

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Just like most nights, sleep evaded you. Well, more along the lines of you choosing to avoid sleep to keep the nightmares at bay. You mindlessly sat on the big bed in the center of the room, staring at the war movie you had found on TV, needing the sounds of battle to keep you somewhat sane. You hated that that is what kept you sane anymore, the sounds of men screaming as they lost their limbs and lives. But that had been your existence for the past six and a half years.

At nearly three in the morning, you gave up on the charade of pretending you were asleep. You collected your bag of clothes, that was now a little more full thanks to the donation of the way too big clothes on your back from Negan, and quietly slipped out of the dorm room in the Saviors clubhouse. You were grateful that the bar you had stumbled into was empty and that the front door was left unlocked. The cold night air nipped at your exposed skin and sent a shiver down your back from your still, slightly damp, (finally clean) hair. You fully intended on simply wandering around the city of Alexandria and keeping to yourself like you usually did but the universe had other plans for you.

“Where ya goin’, Marine?” Negan called out from the other side of door. You stopped and sighed.

“Anyone ever tell you that startling someone with PTSD ain’t a smart idea?” You spun on your heel in your worn out, duct taped combat boots as Negan simply chuckled around his cigarette.

“Anyone ever tell you it’s rude to fucking dip out in the middle of the night when someone gives you their bed to sleep in for the night? You smoke?” You nodded and walked toward him as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“It’s too damn quiet here.” You said as you took the offered lit cigarette and leaned against the wall beside him. “It’s scares me to admit that I miss the sounds of bombs and screamin’ going off when I’m tryin’ ta sleep.”

“It gets better.” Negan said as he took your bag from your hand and dropped it on the ground on the other side of his legs. He glanced over at you out of the corner of his eye with a shrug. “Gulf War. Was stationed in Kuwait. Did one deployment overseas at the end of my tour then got the fuck out of that hell hole.”

“Smart choice.” You said with a nod as you looked at the quiet street outside the bar. “Wish I had the same idea. Would’a saved me a hell of a lot on therapy bills when I was stateside between deployments.” He huffed a humorless laugh as he ashed his cigarette in front of him.

“Therapy is for assholes and rich cunts who don’t wanna deal with their fucking kid’s issues because it takes time out of their fuckin wine chugging.” You bobbed your eyebrow in agreement as you took a long drag of the first cigarette you had had since you had been overseas since you could no longer afford them. “Trust me. Find a hobby, smoke some weed, and fuck a shit ton. Shit’ll straighten itself out soon enough. Helped me.”

“Yea, but fuckin’ a shit ton means findin’ someone to stick around for the crazy. Ain’t too many people wanna stick around for that shit when you tend to pull knives on them when they unintentionally silently walk into the kitchen while you’re cookin’ or yank a gun from the couch cushion when they wake you up from a nap ‘cause your screamin’ in your sleep again.”

“You haven’t fucked the right kinda guy then, sweetheart.” He said with a glance over at you as he flicked his cigarette butt out into the road. “It’s all about finding someone whose crazy matches yours.”

“Yea, and those mother fuckers are just lined up on the street corners, aren’t they.”

“Or sitting in an MC clubhouse.” You looked over at him in disbelief as he bent down, and grabbed your bag of clothes. “Come on, sweetheart. If you aren’t gunna sleep in my bed, you can just fucking watch me sleep in it.” You watched him walk around you without another word and pull open the door to the bar. He looked back over at you, silently telling you that he wasn’t going in until you followed him. With a shake of your head, you took the last drag of your cigarette and flicked it across the road with his before following him back inside to his bedroom.

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You didn’t remember falling asleep, but it was the first time you had slept longer than a few minutes at a time in days. But the cost was great to you.

The dream played out in slow motion, just like it did every single time you had it. It was the moment that flipped your psyche on its ass toward the end of your first tour in Baghdad, your second of four total. You could see the building in front of you, the building that you were supposed to clear as quickly as possible, so that the medic in your company could patch up a man that had a shoulder bullet wound. Being the tiniest of the group at five foot five and a hundred and sixty pounds on a good day in full gear, you typically were one of two soldiers at the head of the group since hiding in small spaces seemed to be a speciality of yours. You were only a few feet away from the door, a few feet from safety from the monsters in this third world, war torn country, when an rocket was launched from down the road in front of you.

Your scream was lost as the Marine in front of you, the man that had your back every day for almost an entire year, took the full force of the rocket to the chest. You were thrown through the air a hundred feet by the blast as blood and burning flesh rained down on you like some sort of sick confetti. You could feel yourself choking on the smell as someone from your company grabbed the shoulder strap of your flak jacket, and yanked you back around the corner. You were literally shell shocked, sitting up against the wall of a brick wall, with a silent scream trying to claw its way from your throat. You could feel someone shaking you, telling you you needed to move, but you couldn’t make your feet move. You couldn’t do anything but sit there in shock.

Negan woke with a start when you started screaming in your sleep. He could see the sheer terror on your face and reacted without thinking. He threw the blanket he had on onto the floor and lurched to the other side of his king sized bed.

“(Y/N), wake up.” He shouted as he shook your shoulders, making sure he had ahold of your arms low enough that if you started swinging when you came too, you wouldn’t accidentally punch him. “(Y/N)!”

“No!” You screamed as you tried to break free from the threat holding you down.

“You’re OK.” Negan said as he used his knees to pin your arms to your sides and laid the full weight of his body on top of yours. “You’re safe. You’re OK.” He repeated as he crowded his body around you to keep you from thrashing off the bed or hurting yourself. He knew it was by far, one of the stupidest ideas in the entire world, but he couldn’t help himself. “You’re safe, baby girl.” He repeated as he held your tattooed legs down with his feet and put his mouth right next to your ear in your hair.

“You’re safe, sweetheart. Wake up for me.” You clawed at what you could reach of his legs and shook your head against his hands, which were holding your head in place so you wouldn’t head butt him, accidentally. “Shh, you’re OK. You’re safe. You’re safe.” It took a minute longer before you were able to pull yourself out of your nightmare, but you woke with a strangled gasp.

“Hey, you’re safe.” Negan repeated as he hugged his arms to you a little tighter and let go of your head so you wouldn’t feel too claustrophobic despite the fact that he was laying with nearly his whole body on top of you. You choked on air, and burst into hysterics as he let out a sigh of relief. “There we go. It’s alright now.” He said as he moved his legs off yours and out far enough so that you could move your arms. You snaked them up between your bodies and covered your face with your hands as the last blips of the dream disappeared into the dark room as quickly as they had appeared in your nightmares.

“I…” You tried as you shook your head.

“It’s OK, sweetheart.” He sighed as he carefully moved off you to flip on a light. “It’s all good.” You shook your head as you curled into yourself on your side facing away from him. You didn’t hear him light a joint but he snapped his fingers before tapping you on the back with his knuckle. “Try this.” He suggested as he held the joint out to you. You shook your head, feeling shameful for waking him up after everything he had already done for you, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Alright then. Come here.” He reached out and pulled you onto your back as he took a long pull of the joint. Without asking, or thinking about any possible consequences, he pulled your hands away from your face and kissed you. He took advantage of your shocked gasp to exhale the hit into your lungs and sat back with a sigh. “It’ll help calm you down. Trust me.” He said over your coughing as he reached over for an ashtray.

“Did you just… weed rape me?” You choked between coughs, causing Negan to chuckle.

“Sure, sweetheart. We’ll call it that.” He took another hit before holding out the joint to you again. “Is it helping?” You coughed again as you reached up to take the joint from him.

“No.” He smirked as he grabbed his pack of cigarettes off his bedside table and lit one before turning on the TV.

“Good.” He bit his cigarette between his teeth and pulled the blanket you had kicked down to the bottom of the bed in your nightmare back up over the pair of you. “Got plenty more of those when you’re done.” You nodded subtly as you sucked the smoke into your lungs with a breath of air through your teeth. You held onto it as long as you possibly could as you stared blankly at the boxer clad hip in front of you running through the nightmare over and over again. After a few moments, Negan reached out, and ran his fingers through your hair softly in a very soothing way.

“You’re gunna be OK, sweetheart.” He repeated as he looked down at you out of the corner of his eye. “Give it time.” Despite the fact that you absolutely didn’t believe him, you nodded and took another hit of the joint.

Part 2

#Negan x Reader #Matching Crazy #Negan thirst squad #Negan's thirst squad

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takealottodragmeawayfromreddie · 5 years

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Filling the blanks - Chapter 6

Pairing: Richie x Eddie x Bill (Reddie at the start).

Summary: During his last moments, Eddie realized he had something to say, but before he could finish the sentence, he was gone. Now he’s stuck between life and death and he knows he won’t be able to rest until he takes care of what he started. The only person he trusts enough to help him is Bill.

Or: The ghost AU where Eddie’s spirit can get inside of Bill’s mind to ask him for help to tell Richie he loved him.

Warnings: Canon Divergence (IT actually kills Audra) and, of course, death of major character. Some really heavy internalized homophobia in this chapter. Like, really heavy. Even some use of the F word that isn’t “fuck”. So, yeah, please be careful, the whole point of this fic is to make y’all have a good time, not triggering you <3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

AO3 link

Playlist on Spotify (mostly songs about Heaven and duel related stuff and 1980s hits)

Special thanks to my stunning beta @golden-marauders. I know you’re going through busy times and I just wanna say you’re doing amazing, sweetie. This thing would be nothing without you. Or at least pretty hard to read xD

Eddie can’t say he didn’t think about canceling the date. Actually, canceling the date has been the only thing on his mind since he and Bill left the bed. He spent the whole morning contemplating the idea, trying not to be too loud, since his friend needed to put all his effort into looking wrecked and lonely for the eyes of the producers. He didn’t even hear the conclusion of the meeting, and he felt afraid of asking. The last thing he wants is to make it seem like he doesn’t care about Bill’s problems.

He built up a few excuses, too. Lying to Richie shouldn’t be that hard, and he was already reluctant about the ‘new scary, weird thing’, so he wouldn’t insist or ask for any further explanation. Bill could get sick, or devastated after discussing his wife’s death, or Eddie could simply have come to the conclusion that he doesn’t love Richie. At least not as he thought. He was confused, that’s all.

He doesn’t even need to cancel. He took care of his unfinished business, he’s allowed to leave whenever he wants. And, to be honest, he could use an eternal nap after everything he’s gone through. Richie will wait for him and, when he finally realizes Eddie won’t come, he’ll go home and start to forget.

Richie said he wanted to forget. He said he wanted to get over Eddie’s memory and death. Eddie not attending their lunch would be the best thing that could happen to him.

And, damn, this is not just about Richie. Eddie himself isn’t sure if he wants to go back into the dating scene. He thought he would get away from it forever when he got married, and he can’t help but think he shouldn’t be doing it at his current age. He went out with a few girls when he was younger —always during his short seasons of ‘I’ll become strong and independent and I’ll show my mother I can live without her’— and everything he can recall from that dark era is awful.

All different from the others: tall, short, blonde, brunette, curvy, skinny; but all of them with the same demanding, enthusiastic voice, going on and on about their lives and wanting to find out more and more about Eddie’s. Asking, digging, questioning. Did he have lots of friends while growing up? He couldn’t remember. How many ex-girlfriends? None, they never lasted enough to earn that title. How could someone like him still be single? Sonia Kaspbrak, that’s how.

The most voluptuous ones would lean towards him, their giant breasts spreading all over the table, making him think about cows and lose his appetite for the rest of the night. The most demonstrative liked to casually play with his pinky ring and put their hand on his shoulder while acting like his jokes were super funny and bat their eyes while smiling sweetly at him. The shyest ones barely made any eye contact and they usually had a friend who called pretending a relative of them had a car accident, just in time to save them from the silence when it became unbearable.

But all of them had something in common. They expected to be taken home, and held, and kissed, and, sometimes, made love to. That was the concept Eddie couldn’t stand. And God knows he tried to explain it without hurting anyone’s feelings. Some took it well, but the ones who would cry and tell him he didn’t like them were the worst. He ended up putting his hands on their cheeks, making them look at him in the eye and talking about how they were amazing and deserved better for hours until their ego was restored.

Yeah, you deserve better, he thought. Preferably anyone but me.

I’ll call you, he’d say, and he’d never call. He didn’t give them his number because he was too scared of his mother picking up the phone. The only time he felt like he could trust someone with such personal information, was a ginger girl he met in college. She was nice and funny, and Eddie felt randomly willing to keep seeing her. Of course, he later concluded he only liked her as a friend, but the connection was there. He always connected with ginger girls, even though he couldn’t put his finger on the reason behind it.

When Sonia found out about her, their house almost exploded. She accused him of not loving her anymore, of trying to leave her. She cried and screamed that he had changed, that he felt like he was too good for his mother.

“You use people and then throw them away,” she sobbed, “I dedicated my whole life to you, to keep you safe and healthy, and now that you think you can take care of yourself, you want to get rid of me as soon as possible. But you’re wrong. You’re sure you can make it on your own but you’re wrong, Eddie. You’d be nothing without me.”

That was their biggest fight and the only time he decided to remind her about the fake meds. He was convinced it would make him win the argument and his whole life. However, it only made it worse. By the time she was crying in his arms, telling him she loved him and she didn’t want to lose him, he had already promised he would never date someone without letting her know again.

And he kept that promise. The next one was Myra and their relationship barely touched the dating phase. They got married by inertia and he acted like he loved her till the very last day.

So Eddie isn’t a professional on dating. He didn’t enjoy it, and somehow, going out on a date with Richie doesn’t seem right. What would they do? Sit down and eat their meal and pretend they don’t know everything about each other? Will Richie try to flirt with him like he would flirt with the random, hot women he’s used to date? How does a first date work when you already admitted you’re in love with the other person? Does Richie expect him to hold the doors open for him and pay the bill, like his previous romantic interests? Or will Richie do that for him? If that’s the case, how can he make it clear that he doesn’t want to be treated like a lady?

Fuck, how does gay dating work, anyway? Eddie hasn’t even considered that word yet. He just knows he likes Richie, he’s attracted to him and he doesn’t like women, which, by default, should make him gay. But the term isn’t something he’s accustomed to. He tries to act like an expert for Richie, because he understands that Richie is going through a lot and he needs someone to guide him. He makes an effort because Richie needs him, and that’s what finally convinces him that he can’t just cancel their date.

Richie needs him. Yes, Eddie loves him and wants to be with him, but that’s not the most important part of the deal. If he leaves the world and Richie falls for another man —or even a woman— and gets married and completely forgets about him, it won’t matter. Hurting and mattering aren’t the same thing. Essentially and most significantly, he will be happy for him. He doesn’t mind if the true love of Richie’s life is someone else. The only thing he cares about is that Richie accepts himself.

The confusion on his face and in his voice the night before, made Eddie’s heart shrink. He knows that doubt, that guilt, and he doesn’t want that for Richie. He wants him to look at himself in the mirror and, regardless of who’s in his bed that morning, feel no shame about liking both men and women and realize nothing can change that. After years of denial, Eddie knows the best gift he can give to someone he loves, is helping them to get to that point of awareness and freedom.

No, he won’t cancel. He can’t. His unfinished business might be completed, but he still has something to do. He won’t let Richie down.

“Okay,” he nods decisively, fixing the collar of his shirt in front of the mirror, “How do I look?”

Bill chuckles.

Y-you look amazing, if I do say so myself.

Eddie smiles too. He has spent the last twenty minutes wandering through the bathroom, looking for lotions and deodorants and hygiene products that Bill didn’t even know existed. As soon as they left the studio office, Eddie concluded they had to shower, and despite the insistence of his friend on how they were clean enough, he took that decision to its most extreme consequences. To the point where Bill is starting to think they might never leave the room.

Bill tried to be understanding and supportive. He gets it; life hasn’t been nice to Eddie, principally on the romantic department. The best thing he can do is play along and do anything he can to make it easier for him. But when Eddie resolves that their hair just doesn’t look good enough and that it’s probably because of the shampoo, so they should shower again, Bill knows it’s time to stop.

Okay, w-wait a minute… What’s wrong with my h-hair?

Eddie freezes with his hand inches away from the shower faucet.

“Oh, nothing,” he quickly clarifies, scared of Bill taking it the wrong way, “It looks good, really, but—”

Then why would you c-change it?

“’Cause… ‘cause it doesn’t look good on me, alright? It looks amazing on you, but not on me.”

Bill releases an exasperated sigh.

Eddie, we’ve literally got the same f-face.

Eddie opens his mouth to reply but, sooner than later, he realizes he doesn’t have any argument to what he wants to say.

Also, we’re gonna be late if we—

“But there’s so much I need to do,” he answers immediately, alarmed, “We… we haven’t shaved.”

W-we shaved this morning! What are you t-talking about?

“I know we did, fine? But I’m not convinced. Your skin feels weird and… and I’m sure it doesn’t look just-shaved enough… Maybe with some lotion…”

Eddie, s-seriously, you’re gonna leave America without lotion for three years if you k-keep that up. I’m telling you it looks fine. The only reason why you think it’s w-weird is ‘cause you’re not used to facial hair. I p-promise you Richie won’t notice the fucking d-difference!

Bill catches Eddie’s expression on the mirror and recognizes that maybe he went too far. Eddie looks shocked and almost betrayed. Perhaps they’re arguing about something insignificant, but with the emotional rollercoaster that the previous days had been, it makes sense that it affects him. Bill thinks about how to apologize without sending him a ‘you’re right’ message.

Sorry I s-snapped at you.

Eddie nods, saddened.

“It’s okay. Guess I deserved it.”

He forces a little smile and shrugs, and Bill panics at the misunderstanding.

N-no, Eddie, of course not. You… you didn’t deserve it, alright? I just really d-don’t want you to be l-late. And I’m scared that you might be…

Eddie stands back in front of the mirror and looks into his own eyes, searching for the other person that lies behind them.

“That I might what?” He softly asks.

T-trying to… back off.

At the start, he just looks confused, like he might had heard wrong. There’s no way Bill is implying what he thinks he implied. Then, shock hits him; Bill did say that. And after a fleeting moment of fear —what if it’s Bill who’s trying to back off?—, he’s plainly hurt.

“What the fuck?”

I-I just—

“No, really, the fuck are you talking about? Backing off? Why would I be backing off now?”

I d-don’t know. You’ve tried to back off b-before. Maybe you got scared or—

“Oh, sure, I forgot I’m a fucking pussy. Of course I’d get scared and try to back off. Of course I’m not an adult who can decide for himself and—”

Wow, c-calm down, Eds. You’re being d-defensive. I never said you were a coward. I don’t think that.

Eddie rubs his dead arm and looks down, suddenly demoralized.

“Well, Richie thinks that.”

W-wait… what? What did I miss? When did he s-say that?

His friend exhales a breathless laugh.

“You know, last night… He went on and on about how he wished I was more like when we were kids and how disappointed on me he was. And you can’t tell me it’s not true, ’cause I heard it and it was exactly what it sounded like. Guess that’s one of the things he wouldn’t say to my face, huh?”

Eddie, I—

“But I can’t really blame him. I would have been disappointed in me too, if I noticed how… how I was letting my mother and Myra tame me.”

B-but they didn’t! E-Eddie, can’t you see? They couldn’t tame you. If they did, how… how could you have come back? How could you have r-returned to Derry and… and… S-she was begging you to go back to New York. She would have done a-anything to make you stay. But you decided to do what you t-thought was right, no matter what she s-said. She didn’t have full control over you, and neither did your m-m-mother.

“Then I guess Richie just doesn’t see it that way…”

Of course Richie sees it that way! L-listen, the only reason Richie was d-disappointed was ’cause… ’cause he wanted his friend back. And so did the rest of us. It’s true, we wanted the old Eddie back, but not because he was b-brave or strong… we wanted him back ’cause he was happy. ’Cause he wanted to keep moving f-forward, and overcome his… his fears, and travel the world on his… on his train or w-whatever.

And when we saw you again after almost t-thirty years, sad and defeated, it hurt. But not in the way you think. It didn’t hurt like it does when… I don’t know, when a war hero d-dies. It hurt like it does when you realize your best friend is living an u-unhappy life.

B-but you proved us wrong! ’Cause you still had the same fire in you. You still have it, E-Eddie. You r-re-rekindled it when you came back, even if your wife didn’t want you to. And when you… k-killed Bowers. And when you gave your life for… for us. And by coming to me now and letting me know… by letting R-Richie know… Man, you’re made of stone.

Bill means it. Eddie knows Bill means it. And the comforting feeling of the person he admires the most talking about him like that, it’s almost unbearable. He never thought something as reassuring as what Bill just told him could be this overwhelming, this physically hurtful. But even when it feels like dying all over again in the best way possible, there’s still a shadow of doubt in his eyes.

Bill breathes out.

Hey, it’s okay if you’re mad at R-Richie. Really, what he said was just horrible and you s-shouldn’t ever let anyone talk about you like t-that. So I just want you to f-forget about your feeling for h-him, about your cosmic mission, about It, about e-everything, and allow yourself to feel hurt. ’Cause the people you love can be assholes, too… especially Richie. And they can say shit they shouldn’t. And if that shit m-makes you sad or angry or any other f-feeling… it’s alright. But maybe you… if you’re still mad, you shouldn’t…

“Bill, I’ll go,” Eddie clarifies, “I already said I would. And I’m not doing it just for myself. Richie needs me now. He’s confused, he’s scared, he’s—”

He’s an adult. He’s my b-best friend and I love him, but he’s an adult. It’s not your job to… to figure out his life for him. That’s s-something he has to do by h-himself. Please, just… stop trying to be deep, stop trying to be existential, stop trying to… s-save him. You already did that. What he does from now on… it… it’s up to him. You’re not his ticket out of the c-closet, you’re not his spiritual guide. You’re just his friend who wants… who could start a r-relationship with him. That’s all you’ve got to be. And you’ve got to a-ask yourself if you… if you still want that. ’Cause if you don’t and you f-force yourself… well, someone will end up hurt.

Eddie nods his head thoughtfully, lips closed.

Please, just… think it over. Rich’s not a bad guy. He doesn’t d-deserve your resent just because you held on to something… s-something you weren’t ready to do. And you don’t deserve it, either.

“I understand what you say, but I still wanna do it. Not because of Richie, not because I just want to go out with a guy… I want to do it for myself. I know he said some shitty stuff… and I’m not gonna act like it didn’t hurt. Fuck, it still hurts a bit, but that’s not the point. I’ve been letting everything get in the way of… of what I want. And down there, with my arm gone, bleeding to death, all I could think about was how nice it would be to leave that place like nothing happened and simply… be with him. I won’t miss this chance. I wanna take it.”

Bill sighs and takes control of his right arm to rest a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and give it a sympathetic squeeze.

T-then I’ll be with you in every step of the way… l-literally.

Eddie can’t help but chuckle, but the laugher fades away when he rationalizes everything.

Are you okay?

He blinks a few times, shocked.

“Yeah, I just noticed… this is the first time I got nervous before a date… for the right reason.”

Bill laughs, too.

It’s what you d-deserve. And it’s how it’s g-gonna be from now on.

Eddie raises his left hand and puts it over Bill’s, a soft smile on his face.

Yes, this is how it’s going to be. This is how it always should have been.

They’re supposed to meet at a small cafeteria that Richie chose. Eddie is sure he wanted it to be in such an unknown place because he didn’t like the thought of people finding out about it, but since this is Bill’s body and the last thing Eddie wishes is for his reputation to be affected by this experience, he can’t get mad. Richie and Bill are both very famous people, and a picture of them going out on a date —especially when Mrs. Denbrough has been gone for such a short time— would break the internet. They can’t take risks.

Also, he doesn’t mind privacy. After all, Richie is not the only one who’s trying to get used to the gay thing. Even though they already held hands and kissed, doing it out in the open world feels different. None of them are ready to take that step.

So he goes to this little bar, full of colorful murals and artsy details here and there, and stands in front of the glass door, building up the courage to open it, knowing what’s waiting for him on the other side. Once he does it, he doesn’t have any trouble to find Richie. He’s not far away from the exit, and is being loud enough while picking up his jacket and phone, prepared to leave. Eddie can hear him mumbling, talking to himself.

“Uh, Eds, sorry I couldn’t go I just…” Richie practices, “I had to… I had to check on my… No, that sucks, he’s not gonna buy that… Eds, sorry, I should have called but my grandma is in the hospital and… No, fuck, no, he knows my grandmother is dead… Okay, Rich, you can do it, one more time… Eds, I’ve got syphilis… Damn, what the hell I’m thinking? Ghosts don’t give a fuck about STDs… On the other hand, is Eddie who we’re talking about, so maybe…”

He starts walking to the door while saying this, so immersed on his monologue that he doesn’t notice Eddie’s presence until they’re face to face. His expression when he sees him is so priceless that Eddie can’t even get angry.

“Do you have to be at somewhere else?” He grins, maliciously.

Richie opens his mouth and shuts it, his index finger raising as if he had something to say, even when he doesn’t have a clue.

“You were trying to leave, weren’t you?”

He gulps and nods without a word.

“I really want to say I can’t believe this, but actually—”

“Eds, it’s not what you think,” Richie quickly explains.

“Oh, what is it, then?”

“Listen, Eddie, I… They’re gonna send me to… I’ve got… I’ve got gonorrhea, okay?”

“Didn’t you have syphilis like… thirty seconds ago?”

“That one too… also my ex is pregnant.”

“Let’s sit down and order the fucking food. I’m starving.”

He’s walking to the table, chuckling and shaking his head, before Richie can throw another excuse, and he doesn’t have any option but following him and taking a seat.

Here they are, only a dark wood surface and two menus between them, forced to have every conversation they’ve ignored since this madness started. Richie secretly wonders if the serious conversations will ever end, and Eddie kind of wants them to stop, too, but they know they’re necessary. It’s what they have to do.

“I really didn’t want to stand you up,” Richie says, and he sounds honest.

“It’s okay,” Eddie cuts him, “You’re scared, that’s all. I was scared, too.”

“Did you think about standing me up?”

“Uh… well, maybe not that scared, but definitely nervous. Bill said I was gonna leave America without lotion for three years if I kept that up,” he laughs a bit, “Just wanted to smell good, honestly.”

Richie nods, surprisingly solemn, and after a few seconds he seems to realize it was supposed to be a funny moment and not a transcendental one, so he makes one of his pathetic attempts to be smooth. They usually work… with twenty-something-year old girls. But Eddie is not a twenty-something-year old girl begging him to sleep with her. So it comes off forced and teenager-like.

“Oh, you… you do smell good, I guess?” He stutters, “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that. I mean, I wasn’t putting a lot of attention into it and it’s not like you don’t smell good all the time or anything… I mean, you have smelt better… No, wait, I really didn’t mean to say that. What I’m trying to say is… It’s not Bill’s lotion, I guess? Like, it’s you, your last body smelt nice, too… Well, probably not right now, but—”

“Beep-beep, Richie. I get the picture.”

Richie groans, frustrated, and looks down.

“Sorry, this is a bit weird for me. This doesn’t happen often.”

“What?”

“Well… this!” He makes an exaggerated gesture with his hands, “C’mon, you can’t tell me this isn’t weird.”

Eddie frowns, but the amused smile remains on his face.

“I thought you were used to go out on dates and talk to people.”

“Oh, yeah, I sure am.” He takes a breadstick from the basket between them and gives it a bite, “But this isn’t a… normal situation, you know?”

“Because I look like Bill or…?”

“No, I don’t care ’bout that… It’s just… Argh, it’s hard for me to talk to guys.”

“Richie, what the fuck?”

“I know it’s stupid, okay? You don’t need to tell me...”

“But you’re a guy, too!” He exclaims, trying not to burst out in laughter.

“Yeah, but you’re not just any guy. Like, there’s normal guys and there’s you! I mean…” Then he notices what he said, “Fuck, I know what it sounded like but it wasn’t supposed to sound like that. It’s not because of the… the thing.”

“The thing?”

“Yeah, you know…” He leans towards Eddie and whispers, “The thing.”

“Do you mean…” Eddie imitates him, still making an effort to control his chuckles, “The gay thing?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“Hi, may I take your order?” A waitress who neither of them knows where she came from suddenly asks.

That’s when they remember they’re in a public place and they’re so close their noses almost touch, so they both jump away from each other and stridently clear their throats while opening the menus.

“Billy, I was thinking of ordering the Philly cheese stake sandwich, what do you think?” Richie says, a little too loud.

“Uh… yeah, it sounds like a good idea.”

“Would you like to have one, too, Bill Denbrough, my best friend?”

“Just order whatever,” Eddie groans, rubbing his temples.

“Okay, so that will be, please,” he tells the waitress.

She nods, takes the menus and walks away. Their relieved sighs when she’s gone can be heard in the whole restaurant.

“You’re over-acting,” Eddie warns.

“Over-acting? I’m a fucking actor!”

“If you act like that in your movies…”

“Well, my fans don’t seem to care.”

“Do your fans know you can’t even have a normal conversation with a guy?”

“I already told you you’re not just some guy! You’re… Eddie!”

“Oh, right, the thing.”

“It’s not about the thing.”

“Sure it isn’t…” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“I’m getting a sense of déjà vu with this talk…”

“Yeah, we already had it, and you still can’t say the word ‘gay.’”

“Ugh, man, give me a rest. This ain’t easy.”

“Richie, we only have two weeks. You said you wanted to say it back, but you weren’t ready. I’m giving you all the time I can, but I think you just don’t want to be ready at all. Do you even like me?”

“Of course I fucking like you, asshole!” He snaps, remembering to keep his voice low, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. I wouldn’t have kept that stupid, fake aspirator around if I didn’t. But this is hard for me, okay? It took you forty years to come to terms with… with the thing! And you still expect me to be all over you in less than 24 hours. At this time yesterday I was the straightest guy in town.

”I love women, alright? I love how they look and how they smell and how they run their nails down my back.” He sighs, “But… but looking back, I also liked how you looked and your smell and I… I’ve spent the whole fucking night thinking about your nails running down my back. And it’s so confusing and frustrating.

”I’m not gay, Eds! I know you want me to say I’m gay, but I really don’t feel like that. You’re the one who makes me feel this way. And I want it to stop but not really at the same time. Just… See? This is why I can’t say it. I’m sorry, but as soon as you’re gone, the feeling will be gone and I’ll go back to normal. There’s nothing we can do. So what’s the point of thinking it over? This goes nowhere.”

Once he finishes, he’s surprised to find out Eddie doesn’t look mad or done with the drama at all. Instead, his eyes are sad and understanding, like the only thing he could conclude from his rant was that Richie is unhappy and he doesn’t want him to feel like that. The waitress stops them from continuing talking when she comes back and puts their sandwiches in front of them, but when she leaves, they know they can’t ignore everything that’s been said.

“Then why are you here?” Eddie quietly asks, before giving his sandwich a bite.

“Why am I here?” Richie questions, puzzled.

“Yeah, why did you come if you thought it went nowhere? Why waste your time?”

“It’s what I do, Eds. I make out with someone and my mind goes all over the place, and I think ‘damn, this could be good’, so I give them a try ’cause this time could be different and I might prove I’m not just the funny guy on T.V. Then we get to know each other and they realize they don’t want just sex. They want you to undress your soul and tell them about your childhood trauma and have a lot of meaningful conversations that go on for hours. They want you to get married and have babies and buy a nice little house in the suburbs.

”Then they find out you can’t give them those things and try to change you. And when you realize you’re just the fantasy of the emotionally inaccessible guy… you tell them to put their dress back on and leave your house, and the next weekend you make out with someone new.”

Eddie remains mute.

“Sorry, I’ve been watching BoJack Horseman,” Richie apologizes, tearing off the bread’s crust, “But, hey, that’s fine. We’re just two old friends hanging out and…”

There’s an uncomfortable silence. The kind of silence Eddie desperately wanted to avoid. However, it isn’t like the ones he used to share with his previous dates. Those were terrible and scary, full of ridiculous attempts to restart the conversation, even when it was already dead. This silence feels like something needed, natural. They don’t want to rush out of it for the sake of stop being awkward. They want to work it out once they have something to say.

“Well, at least you don’t have to tell me about your childhood trauma,” Eddie shrugs, and Richie smiles, “I’m sorry if I pressured you. I didn’t mean to—”

“No, Eds, I’m sorry. I felt so bad about you being gone, and there was nothing I wanted more than you coming back… And when you do it, I just decide to be an asshole and call you names and act like you wasted your whole life, ’cause you didn’t throw everything you had away for things you didn’t even remember. It wasn’t fair.”

“Hey.” He looks around and puts his hand over Richie’s, “It’s okay if you like both, you know?”

“What?”

“Men and women. Seriously, it’s fine. You don’t have to pick a side… at least for me. I’m okay with it.”

Richie lets go a small, bitter laugh.

“Yeah, you say that now—”

“And I’ll say it again later if you need me to. I’ll say it every day ’till I leave: there’s nothing wrong about it.”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t make it a coming out story. We kissed and I liked it. I never wanted a guy before, just you. When you leave, this leaves with you.”

“What if you meet another man?”

“It took me forty years to meet you, and we’ve known each other since before I could even read. I think I’ll be fine.”

“You can’t say that. You don’t know that.”

“Listen, Eds,” he starts, firm, “I know one thing: I’ve been treated like a freak almost my whole life. I’ve been punched and kicked and thrown into trash cans. My glasses got broken so many times I ended up buying contacts. And look at me now.” He opens his arms, “Sorry, but I can’t go back to be a freak again.”

Eddie leaves his sandwich on the plate and stands up. Despite how tears are doing everything they can to fill his eyes up, his face stays impassible.

“I never thought you were a freak, Richie,” he says, “And the other Losers didn’t think that, either.” He grabs his coat from the chair’s back, “We used to be enough for you. I’m sorry you need everyone else to love you now. I’m sorry you gave up.”

Richie’s eyes are wide-open.

“Wait, Eds, where you going?”

“I’m leaving, Rich,” Eddie answers, already walking to the door. He hears Richie’s steps behind him, but he doesn’t stop, “Call me when you make up your mind.”

“Man, what the fuck? C’mon, you know I… Eds, please, I… You know how I am, you know I say stupid things…”

They walk out the restaurant, Eddie first and Richie a few steps after him.

“So I have to sit there and be your punching bag, just because you can’t get your shit together?” Eddie demands, face on fire as he turns around to look at him, “You’re fucking forty, Richie, and you still act like a child. I can leave whenever I want, you know? I could have left yesterday if I wanted to. But you said you wanted me to stay, and now it’s like you’re dreaming of the day I’m gone so you can go back to being straight or whatever you are. I felt like a freak, too, but I got over it because I love you. And I grew up in the same town, with the same people and going to the same church. You don’t have an excuse. Next time you’re not sure about being ready for something, just fucking say ‘no.’ Maybe you like losing time, but I don’t have time to lose.”

Putting his fingers against his lips, Eddie loudly whistles to call a cab, which is parking next to the sidewalk within a matter of seconds. He’s about to open the backseat door, when Richie yells.

“And I can’t lose you again!”

Eddie lets go of the handle and looks at him.

“Really, man, what the fuck have you done to me?” Richie continues, “I keep thinking I’m on a nightmare or a bad acid trip, ’cause I can’t believe this shit. I’m… I’m going crazy. This can’t be happening, you can’t be back from death, I can’t… I… I’m not gay!”

Eddie takes a few steps closer, gaze still reluctant. The fact that Richie doesn’t go back isn’t surprising enough to distract him of the topic. When he talks again, his voice is soft, comforting, as he stares into Richie’s eyes.

“No, you’re not gay.”

“I’m not…” Richie mutters, lips trembling.

“You aren’t.”

“I’m not,” he repeats, with more confidence, “I’m not gay. I… I’m… I like… both. I like both, Eds.”

“You like both,” Eddie nods, a smile blossoming on his face as he cries at the same time.

Richie can’t help but laugh out loud. Normally, Richie’s exaggerated reactions would piss Eddie off, but, with this one, he feels like it’s justified. When he figured out his own sexuality, he couldn’t even finish a sentence, when all he wanted to do was shout it at the top of his lungs. He’s just glad Richie has the opportunity to celebrate it as noisily as he wishes.

“Shit, I’ve been such an idiot with you, I’m sorry,” Richie laments, “But this time for real.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie assures him, “You were very confused, I should have been more understanding.”

“Oh, don’t worry, you waited your whole life to get some, it’s fair that you wanted it as soon as possible.”

“Beep-beep, Richie.”

“So, let’s get this one thing straight—”

“We’re not,” he jokes, rolling his eyes.

Richie looks shocked.

“Wow, Eddie Spaghetti gets off a good one!” He exclaims, taking Eddie’s dead hand and giving it a hi-five, “But, seriously, I wanna make sure I got it right… You… like me… in a gay way.”

“True…”

“And I…” He points at himself, “Like you… in a bisexual way!”

“You’ve got it,” Eddie smirks.

“And that means we… you and I… are on a 75% gay relationship.”

“Last time I checked we were just having our first date.”

“Oh, yeah, almost forgot,” Richie coincides, scratching the back of his neck, “I guess I kinda ruined that, didn’t I?”

“Well, not yet… our table is still there. Maybe we could… still have lunch together?”

“You’re okay with that?”

“Sure… Are you okay with that, too? It’s not just about what I want and you’ve been through a lot, so...”

“It’s alright for me.”

“Then let’s go.”

They laugh again and walk inside, playfully bumping into the other’s side, chuckling all the way back to their table.

“I know this is fucked up,” Eddie says, taking his sandwich, “I mean, me coming back, Bill and I in the same body. I guess I focused so much on my own feelings I didn’t think about yours. So, if you have any questions about this—”

“I’ve got a few, yeah.”

“Just ask me. I promise I’ll tell you everything I can.”

Richie takes a sip of his glass of Coke and nods thoughtfully. He puts it back on the table and starts rubbing his own chin.

“I have one…”

“Anything you need to know.”

“If one of you gets a boner—”

“Okay, okay, okay,” he interrupts, “Do you have any non-sexual questions? Something that doesn’t have anything to do with body reactions at all?”

Richie thinks it over.

“Actually… No, not that many.”

“Well, that saves some time.”

They both giggle.

“Hey,” Richie mumbles, “thank you for dealing with me. I know it’s hard.”

“Deal with an arm getting bitten off your shoulder and then talk about hard stuff,” Eddie grins, “But really, don’t thank me. You don’t need to. I’m glad things went this way.”

“You know, I… I think I changed my mind. I do have a question.”

“Tell me.”

“If you survived… if you finished that confession and miraculously didn’t die… what do you think would have happened?”

Eddie gives it a thought.

“I’m not sure. What do you think?”

“Oh, fuck, I think that probably… I would have gotten scared and told you I didn’t feel the same. And we’d have gone back to our everyday lives and forget about each other.”

Eddie nods, contemplatively.

“Well, I don’t think that. I mean, I guess you could have gotten scared or too confused. Maybe you would have rejected me. But I don’t think I could go back to Myra… I wasn’t happy with her and I knew I’d never be. I found out what I wanted when we met again, but I always knew what I didn’t want.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But what if… I don’t know, if actually looking at your face and hearing your voice made it easier to process? What if I said it back and I brought you to California with me and… we got married? Like, big Hollywood wedding? Happy ever after and all that jazz?”

“Maybe,” Eddie chuckles, “But we’ll never know that.”

“No, we’ll never know…”

It’s Richie’s time to take Eddie’s hand. When he feels the pressure of his fingers over his, Eddie freezes.

“I’m glad things went this way, too, Eds.”

Dating is not that bad at all.

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I know there was more people who wanted to be tagged, but I lost the list with their urls so, if you want to be tagged, please let me know and I’m so sorry for these problems.

#reddie #tozenbrak #kaspbrough #bichie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #it #fanfiction #filling the blanks

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justabigassnerd · 6 years

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Finally home

Pairing - Race x sister!reader

Length - 1,700... wow

Warnings - mentions of abuse and maybe some swearing I’m not too sure

A/N - hey y’all! Sorry that this isn’t one of my requests but I wrote this a while ago because I love the idea of Race being an older brother ok? So I wrote this fic just to tide you over while I work on some requests. Enjoy 😁

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You were the younger sister of Anthony Higgins AKA Racetrack, but you didn’t know he had that nickname since he left your family when you were eleven. He never had a healthy relationship with you parents so they didn’t care that he left, but you didn’t have a good relationship with your family either. Your parents weren’t kind people, they shouted and screamed and threw things at you. Despite all this you didn’t leave because someone had to stop your parents from drinking themselves to death. But, it eventually got to the point that you didn’t even care if they died. One night you packed what minimal stuff you had into a bag and you climbed down the fire escape, you didn’t know where you wanted to go, you just had to get away from that house. As you ran down an alley to avoid a policeman who was patrolling the dark streets you started to think of Anthony, where was he? Does he even remember you? All those questions swirled round your head as you fell asleep curled up in a tight ball to try and maintain some warmth.

Across the city at the newsboy Lodging House Race was sat on the fire escape chewing his cigar like it was his last meal. He stared across the vast city, wondering where you were and if you were ok.

“Hey Racer, you ok?” The unusually soft voice of Albert made Race jump and turn around,

“Me? I’m fine.” He replies, turning back to the landscape of New York.

“No you’re not, you only just sold all your papes today, you ain’t acting like yourself.” Albert says, sitting down next to Race.

“You’re ma best friend Race, I just wanna know if yer ok.” Albert says, he speaks with such a gentle tone it just frustrates Race.

“I thought I saw y/n today ok?” Race blurts out, immediately regretting saying it and starts to fiddle with his cigar.

“Race, whose y/n?” Albert asks curiously, not wanting to hurt him.

“She’s ma sister. I left her with ma parents when she was eleven, I hate myself for leaving her with them. I hate the thought that they might’ve done something to her. I thought I saw her earlier when I was sellin’ my papes, I got so confused and I just hope she’s ok. I should’ve stayed and protected her… I’m the worst big brother.” Race says, tears spilling down his cheeks as he thinks about you. Albert doesn’t really know what to do but gives Race a hug.

“You’re not the worst brother, I bet y/n would rather have you safe and free rather than have you stuck in whatever life you had at your house.” Albert says supportively, Race wipes his tears and smiles weakly,

“I want to know if she’s ok, but I wouldn’t know where to look.” Race mumbles, Albert thinks for a few seconds.

“I wouldn’t know either, I guess we leave it up to fate.” Albert says. After that Albert helps Race up and encourages him to sleep, as Race falls asleep all he can think about is memories of you when you were younger. When he wakes up he hurries to the Circulation Gate and buys his papers and runs to his usual selling spot to see if he can see you(?) again.

You wake up the next morning with an aching back, you stand up and leave the alley straight into a sea of people, you follow the flow of people until you reach a clearing, you work your way towards it and as you squeeze out of the crowd you stumble and bump into someone, sending their papers scattering across the floor.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!” You exclaim, picking the papers up as quickly as you could and handing them to the newsboy.

“Thank you.” The boy says, looking up at you to take your papers before gasping.

“Y/n?” The boy exclaims,

“Whose asking?” You ask, cautious as you don’t recognise the boy in front of you.

“It’s me Anthony.” Race says, using his real name since he knew you wouldn’t know his nickname. Your eyes widen as you take in the form of your older brother. He has grown and matured so much since you last saw him, you could barely believe you found him after five years.

“Anthony?” You gasp out before he pulls you into a tight hug, tears roll down both of your faces.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” Race says, pulling you in tighter.

“So did I Anthony, so did I.” You say.

“Call me Race.” He says, making you step back and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Race?” You ask, confused as to why he adopted such an odd nickname.

“Short for Racetrack, you see I usually hang out at Sheepshead, you know the racetrack and I sometimes bet on the horses there so that’s where it came from. All my friends call me Race.” He explains,

“It’s gonna take a while to get used to but I like it, it suits you.” You say, smiling up at you brother.

“Hey, why don’t you come with me to the races?” He says, “Um, Race you should be selling papers right now.” You say, not wanting to him to lose a day’s pay.

“Nah, I sold quite a lot of papes recently, I got plenty.” He says, slinging an arm over you shoulder, he guides you through the various streets of Manhattan. Once you arrive you head down to the track to watch the horses. While you were watching the horses Race told you that he was going to place a bet for the next race. He told you to stay put while he did so. You nodded and watched as the horses thundered past in an attempt to pull out in front and win the race. You suddenly feel a strong hand on your shoulder and you immediately know it’s not Race, you turn around to see your parents staring down at you.

“Don’t cause a fuss, you’re coming home with us.” Your mum hisses in your ear, you want to fight back but you know they’ll hurt you. You nod and they lead you away, back to you house.

Race returned to where he left you by the track and when he didn’t see you he started to panic, he worked his way through the large crowd and when he reached the back he saw you being led away by your parents he ran towards you but you noticed him and shook your head silently at him, tears rolling down your face. Race wanted to run after you but he knew better than to do that with parents like yours, he quickly started to formulate a plan to get you back in his head. He just found you again, he wasn’t going to lose you so soon. He sprints back to the Lodging House, he crashes through the door, causing every newsie to look up at him.

“Whoa Racer, what’s wrong?” Jack says, trying to calm Race’s erratic breathing.

“I-I found my sister… and m-my parents just took her. I need to get her back Jack. I just found her again.” Race says, tears welling in his eyes. This is the most vulnerable the newsies had ever seen Race. All the newsies feel so bad for Race, seeing their brothers cry wasn’t easy, and when it was one of them with a tough reputation it just broke their hearts.

“Ok, take a minute to breathe. Once you’re ready, you, me, Al and Jojo will go rescue her. Sound good?” Jack says, Race looks up at him and nods, once Race has composed himself he leads Jack, Albert and Jojo down the dark streets of Manhattan to your family’s house. He notices the fire escape that he used to escape all those years ago and if he wasn’t mistaken it was by your window. He clambered up with Jack and told Albert and Jojo to keep a look out for any policemen who could be patrolling. Race peered in your window and saw you laying face up on your bed, tears streaming down your face. He knocks quietly on your window to get you attention. You bolt up when you notice your brother sat just outside your window, you open the window as slowly and as quietly as you can. You start to climb out the window and as you are your parents burst through your door.

“Y/n, where do you think you’re going?!” Your dad yells at you, your eyes fill with fear and Race helps you out the window and down the fire escape. You, Race and the three other newsboys you didn’t know the names of took down the streets, running down various alleyways to throw your parents off. You arrive at a large building with a sign saying ‘Newsboy Lodging House’. You walk into the building and Race pulls you into a tight hug.

“I’m never lettin’ you out of my sight again. I’m so sorry, I should’ve stayed with you. They wouldn’t have gotten to ya if I was there.” Race says, trying to contain his tears.

“It’s not your fault Race. I promise.” You say, burying your face in his chest.

“Sorry to cut this reunion a little short but I’m Jack Kelly, leader of the Manhattan newsies. I just wanted to say that this is your new home. If you want it to be.” You look at Jack, then Race and you smile.

“As long as I’m with my brother I’m home.” You say. From that day on you were a newsie, you sold with Race everyday (unless it was a rare day where you two had a fight) you made friends in the Lodge, your closest friends being Jojo and Mush. You didn’t regret leaving your family one bit because you found a bigger and better one. And having your older brother Race there was amazing, while he could be very overprotective and overbearing at times, he was your brother and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

#newsies #newsies musical #newsies imagine #race higgins #racetrack higgins #race higgins x reader

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blacksiren · 7 years

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21 Supernatural Imagines

ok, so, in honour of @teamfreewill-imagine‘s birthday i have written 21 imagines for her because last year she wrote me a 7-day smutathon and i figured i had to pay her back at some point... i wrote over 10,000 words in four days - these were meant to be less than 400 words each but the longest one ended up being 742. whoopsies...

happy birthday, abii!!! ♥

Below the cut: 21 Supernatural and Supernatural RPF imagines.

Warnings: fluff, mild pain, (idk each imagine title pretty much tells the story so you can work out what it entails)

1. Imagine Danneel crashing your panel at a convention.

“I can’t believe they told y’all that! I freaking hate them so much,” you laughed along with the audience.

The fan at the microphone had just told you that Jared and Jensen had spoken about you at their previous panel. They had apparently told the story of you having a little too much to drink at the annual Christmas meal in Texas and how you ran through a water fountain fully clothed and in high heels before jumping into a bush and having to be rescued.

“Ok, y’all have to bear in mind that this was my first cast party where I was of legal drinking age in the States. I’ve been allowed to drink in Europe for the past 5 years, and I’m legal in Vancouver, but this year I turned twenty-one so I was allowed to drink at the party in Texas for the first time and everyone knew that,” you started.

You paused, unsure how to tell this story without coming across as someone who didn’t know their limit when it came to alcohol.

“People were buying me drinks all night because it was the first time they legally could and I also bought a few rounds purely because it felt exciting to purchase alcohol in America. I’m a weirdo,” you laughed again to ease some tension you felt.

You put your head in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I’m telling this story!” you murmured.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to. I will!” you turned your head at the familiar sing-song voice as the crowd drowned out the end of Danneel’s sentence.

You saw her walking out with a microphone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

She smiled at you knowingly and handed you the bottle of water.

You thanked her, undoing the cap and taking a much needed sip.

“So, where shall I start?” Danneel asked, winking at you.

“Are you really going to do this to me?” you asked her, getting up from your stool so that you were both standing, and putting your bottle under the chair.

“Hell yeah!” she started, “Any chance I can get to tell the story of how an inebriated twenty-one-year-old ran through a water fountain fully clothed, jumped into a bush, and had to be rescued by an also-slightly-drunk ‘gargantuan moose man’,” she finished, quoting Misha’s term for Jared that seemed to have stuck.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” you mock-complained.

She slung her arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to her.

“That’s what fake moms are for!” she teased, the side of her head against your own.

“Okay let’s get this show over with,” you relented, accepting defeat and preparing to be humiliated.

2. Imagine being pregnant with Sam’s child.

You clutched the scan in your hands, your heart pounding in your chest as you heard the Impala pull into the motel parking lot.

You heard the doors slam and the muffled noise of voices coming through the walls.

You quickly tucked the scan into your pocket as the handle of the room opened and Dean entered, followed by Sam.

“Hey boys!” you sing-songed, both of them picking up on your odd behaviour and going to ask what was going on.

“Are you-” Dean started.

“Can I speak to Sam?” you interrupted, “Alone.”

Dean looked between you and Sam before turning and heading for the door he just came through.

“I’ll go get some dinner,” he murmured on the way out.

“Hey, what’s up?” Sam asked, moving towards you after the door had shut.

You lowered yourself onto the couch, careful of how you sat with the scan in your jeans pocket.

“I-” you started, your throat suddenly dry.

Sam sat next to you, putting a hand on your knee and looking at you, concerned.

You decided to pull out the scan instead, holding it face down and fiddling with the corners.

“What’s that?” he asked hesitantly.

You handed it over to him and he turned it over in his large hands.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, “I’m sorry. But… I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Baby, don’t apologise,” Sam whispered, holding your hands in his own and smiling big, “We’re having a baby.”

“Yeah. I guess we are,” you smiled back.

3. Imagine Jensen coming home drunk.

“Hellooooo?”

You heard the voice hollering from the bottom of the stairs as you sat in bed reading.

You put your book down on the bedside table when you saw your husband poke his head around the bedroom door.

“Hello, my love,” Jensen drawled.

“Well hello there,” you chuckled.

He slowly and unsteadily made his way to the foot of the bed, throwing himself down on top of the sheets.

“You’ve still got your shoes on!” you chastised, noticing his boots dangling off the edge of the bed.

He kicked them off without even responding.

“Better?” he looked up at you with hooded eyes.

“Better,” you confirmed.

Jensen kneeled on the bed, pulling at your legs until you were lying flat on the mattress before crawling over you.

He leant in to kiss you sloppily.

“You taste like alcohol,” you laughed, trying to push him away as his scruff tickled you, “Oh my god, Jensen, you stink! Have you been smoking?”

He rolled his lips together, avoiding your gaze.

“Take your clothes off,” you ordered, “Before you make our bed gross,” you added when you noticed Jensen’s eyebrows raise in expectation.

He hastily tried to get his clothes off and you laughed at the uncoordinated commotion.

“We are not, I repeat not, having sex tonight. I can see it in your eyes and the answer is no, Ackles,” you told him.

“Someone’s bossy tonight,” he grumbled, climbing into bed beside you in just his underwear, facing away from you.

“Jensen’s not going to feel too fresh in the morning,” you whispered, slinging your arm over his waist and fitting yourself against his back.

“Jensen will be fine,” he murmured, “This is all Nesnej.”

4. Imagine Ruby asking you out for drinks.

You made your way outside of the motel room to get some air. You always hated being cooped up when you were restless and you just needed to walk it off, burn some energy.

You spotted Dean and Ruby talking in the parking lot, you didn’t want to pry so you stayed hidden behind a truck.

“I remember what it’s like,” you overheard Ruby say to Dean.

“What what’s like?” he asked gruffly.

“Being human,” she responded, her voice laced with sadness.

You emerged from your lurking spot, feeling guilty for eavesdropping and not wanting to impose on the conversation any longer.

Dean saw you approaching and straightened up, putting on his bravado-big-brother stance.

“Hey,” you said as you got closer, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re fine,” Dean said, “I was just headed back in anyway, you coming?”

“I’m gonna stay out here a bit,” you told him, “I need to stretch my legs.”

He shot a warning look towards Ruby.

“You can trust her, Dean,” you told him, semi-annoyed at his inability to believe that Ruby was a good person.

He nodded slowly, making his way back towards the motel.

“I’m gonna take a walk,” you said to Ruby, “Wanna come?”

She didn’t respond but fell into step next to you when you turned and started moving away.

You walked for a couple of minutes in complete silence, side by side.

“I have a question,” Ruby asked, breaking the silence.

“Shoot,” you told her.

“Would you like to get a drink some time?” she asked boldly, no hesitation.

You let out a chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“How do you know I’m into girls?” you asked her.

“Please,” she drawled, “I have two eyes and half a brain.”

You laughed, “Okay, I guess I’m not very subtle.”

“About as subtle as that damn colt,” she teased.

You smiled and shook your head, thinking about your answer.

“So…” Ruby pressed.

You thought about it for a minute; thought about how your brothers would react, how they would tell you it’s a bad idea, how you shouldn’t get involved with a demon. And you knew all this anyway, you just couldn’t help falling for Ruby.

You felt helpless whenever you were around her, as if she had full control of your thoughts and emotions.

Of course, if you told her this she’d just respond with her same old line– ‘Uh, demon. Manipulative’s kind of in the job description.’

“Okay,” you admitted, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

You caught the smile that crept onto her face that she instantly tried to hide.

“It’ll be fun,” you murmured, to yourself as much as to Ruby.

She shot you a knowing wink, “Damn straight, cherry pie.”

5. Imagine Jared taking you to a Cowboys game.

“Where are we going?” you asked for the fifth time that weekend.

It was your birthday weekend and so far Jared had taken you shopping to buy a present, to the cinema to see a movie, out to a fancy dinner, and to breakfast somewhere out of your home city.

“This one is the biggest surprise,” he confirmed, not giving anything away.

“So… where are we going?” you repeated, looking at him as his eyes focused on the road.

He chose not to respond, knowing that anything he said would get questioned further by your naturally nosey attitude.

“Fine,” you relented, putting your feet up on the dash board of his car and staring out the window and the road.

You drove for another twenty minutes until Jared spoke.

He handed you a blindfold, “Put this on.”

“What? Are you crazy? I’m not wearing this.”

“Just…” he sighed, “Please. This is the last surprise. I have managed to keep this from you for the last few weeks so please, just put the blindfold on.”

You were taken aback by his pleading so you did as you were asked, curious but also not wanting to ruin Jared’s plans.

“Thank you,” he murmured, realising he may have been a little harsh.

“I feel ridiculous,” you told him, lightening the tension in the car, “You better not be planning on murdering me. Or if you are, at least take this blindfold off when you’re done – I don’t want to be found in this.”

He laughed and you smiled, turning to face him (or so you hoped).

“You’re pretty when you laugh,” you told him, grinning and trying to find his face with your fingers.

“You can’t even see me,” he told you, pushing your blindly groping hand away.

“I don’t need to. I just know,” you responded nonchalantly, facing the front again.

Another ten minutes passed before Jared pulled the car to a stop.

“You can’t take it off yet,” he ordered, and you heard the driver’s door shut.

“What-?” you were cut off as your door opened, “Is this one of your kinky games?”

Jared ignored you, lifting you down from the car easily and holding on to your hand as he shut the passenger door and locked the car.

“Now, just trust me,” he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Always.”

He leant down to kiss you chastely before beginning to walk you, holding you close to his side, still holding onto your hand as you brought your other hand up to cling onto his arm.

You could feel the presence of people around you but had no idea where you were or how many people were watching you walking around in a blindfold like an idiot.

Jared stopped you and you could feel him in front of you. You reached your hands out and placed them on his chest.

“Oh,” you said in mock-disappointment, “I thought you were going to be shirtless. I thought that was the surprise.”

He peeled the blindfold from your eyes and held your face in his large palms, leaning down to kiss you as your eyes adjusted to being in the light.

He stepped to the side of you so you could finally see where you had been brought to.

Right in front of you was the Dallas Cowboys football stadium and your jaw went slack in excitable shock.

“No,” you breathed, unable to believe that Jared had actually brought you to a football game.

“Yep,” he confirmed, laughing at your expression.

“You,” you started, leaning up to cup his face, “Are the best boyfriend in the world.”

You pulled him down into a kiss before Jared put his sunglasses on and you walked hand-in-hand into the stadium.

6. Imagine Genevieve throwing you a surprise party.

“Babe, have you seen my black heeled boots?” you shouted down the stairs of your house.

“Top shelf of the closet!” she yelled back.

“What would I do without you?” you muttered to yourself as you reached up to get your shoes.

You made your way downstairs, grabbing your clutch from the edge of the bed and hooking the thin chain over your shoulder.

You stopped in the doorway to the kitchen when you took in what your girlfriend was wearing.

Genevieve stood at the middle counter, her maroon dress swinging gently around her calves as she prepared something on the surfaces.

You crept up behind her, putting your arms around her waist and leaning your head on her shoulder.

“How did you even reach that top shelf to put my boots there?” you teased, “You’re so tiny.”

“Very funny,” she remarked, turning in your arms and leaning up to kiss you.

Gen took you by the hand and led you towards the garden.

“Where are we going?” you questioned inquisitively, laughing at her energy.

“I want to show you something quickly.”

“Babe, we’re going to be late. If I wanted to be late to dinner I’d have asked for some quick birthday sex before we left,” you joked, stopping on your back porch as Gen did.

You heard someone clear their throat and you looked out into the garden as a cacophony of voices hit you.

“Surprise!”

“Oh my god,” you breathed. “How did you-?”

You turned to Gen, a blush rising on your cheeks as shock filled your face.

“So we’re not going to dinner?” you assumed, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“No, we’re not. Is that okay?” she asked, concern in her eyes.

“That’s more than okay,” you assured her, kissing her firmly.

“I love you,” Gen murmured against your lips.

You leaned your forehead against hers, closing your eyes.

“I love you too,” you told her as your party guests began to sing happy birthday.

7. Imagine Sam and Dean rescuing you on a hunt.

You sat on the wet ground, cradling your left arm that was definitely broken at the wrist.

You could feel blood soaking your top as the fabric stuck to you.

“Fuck,” you muttered, looking around you and making out trees, and leaves, and plants.

No sign of getting any help soon.

You tried to get to your feet, momentarily forgetting the discomfort in your wrist and accidentally putting too much pressure on your left arm.

You screamed out in pain, falling back down and holding your arm tight to your chest.

“You fucking idiot,” you said to yourself loudly, frustrated at the situation, “You absolute fucking idiot! Who goes out at night alone, knowing the dangers in this world? You deserved to have this happen to you. You utter freaking moron!”

You heard footsteps approaching you suddenly and turned your head in the direction of them.

“Hello?” you called.

No response.

“Hello? Anyone there?” you said louder, “Oh god, please someone help me.”

Two tall figures appeared through the fog and you sighed in relief, forgetting that these people could be evil; they could not even be people for that matter.

Adrenaline-fuelled panic set in and you scuttled backwards on your bum, using your legs to push yourself away from the shapes approaching you.

“Hey,” one of them called softly, “It’s okay. We’re here to help.”

They got closer and you could tell that they were human, or at least were in human form.

“Christo,” you whispered when they were near enough.

Both of the men frowned down at you.

“Are you a hunter?” the taller one asked.

“Yes… Are you?”

“Yeah. I’m Sam. This is Dean,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the other man.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, sighing at your situation.

“And you are?” Dean asked.

“In a lot of pain,” you responded, not wanting to give away your name to two strangers.

They relented, crouching down to inspect your injuries.

“Careful-” you hissed, as Dean took your wrist in his hands.

“Yeah, that’s broken,” he admitted.

“Thanks, Sherlock,” you mumbled under your breath, pulling your arm back from his hold.

Dean rolled his eyes at your ability to make jokes in pain. It was a hunter thing.

“We should get you outta here,” Dean said, straightening up.

You agreed, moving to get to your feet before you were suddenly lifted in the air.

“What the fuck?” you asked, struggling half-heartedly against Sam’s arms, wincing as you stretched the gash in your side.

“Stop wriggling,” he told you, his arms constricting around you easily, “We’ll move a lot quicker this way.”

You silently agreed, stilling in his arms and letting him carry you out of the woods, walking behind Dean.

“Onwards, trusty steed,” you teased, leaning into Sam’s embrace, secretly grateful to not have to walk.

You felt his chuckle against your head as you let these strangers lead you away.

8. Imagine babysitting the Padackles children.

You’d been living in Texas for a while now, doing the odd jobs around the town to earn your keep whilst searching for a more permanent job.

You were at the park one sunny Saturday afternoon, pinning up flyers to the notice board offering your services out as a nanny, dog walker, cleaner, tutor, carer, general helping hand. That was when you were spotted by Genevieve and Danneel out walking with the kids.

You recognised both of them but, out of politeness, you kept quiet, wanting to respect their privacy and appreciating that they were in public with their children.

You got into conversation with them both, the kids taking an immediate shine to you as they asked questions about your accent and if you liked football and what your favourite animal was.

You answered all of them with a smile and even took time to interact with the twins, their animated faces looking up at you from their stroller.

You never expected to bump into them again or even hear from them so you were extremely surprised when you got a text on Monday evening.

Hi, this is Danneel. We met in the park on Saturday? I hope you don’t mind that I took your number from the posters you were pinning up. I wondered if you’d be available to babysit for Gen and I on Saturday night? We’ve been looking for a sitter for a while and the kids haven’t really met anyone they liked but they all seemed besotted with you! I totally understand if 3 kids and 3 babies would be too much for you so I can try to find someone else to have the younger ones. Thanks, D x

You thought about your answer before typing out your reply, eager to have a job and earn some money but not wanting to come off as too forward.

Hi Danneel, hope you’re doing well. Of course I’d be happy to babysit for y’all. I’ve had lots of experience with babies and I absolutely adore them so I would be more than ok having all the kids if you feel like you can trust me with them all. Just let me know what time I’m needed and send me over an address and I’ll see you Saturday! x

You got the time confirmations and the address sent to you along with a final thank you.

At 6pm on Saturday you made your way over to the location that Danneel had sent you, pressing the buzzer on the gate and parking your car in the large driveway.

Danneel was waiting at the front door, smiling at you and welcoming you in.

“Your house is amazing,” you told her, looking around admirably.

“Thank you,” Danneel replied, “Gen is already here with the kids, why don’t you come on through and meet everyone.”

You walked into the living room and felt instantly intimidated by the four celebrities that surrounded you; Jensen, Jared, and Genevieve greeting you in turn as you stood by Danneel. Before you had a chance to react, you were met by three little people running to you to shout ‘hi’ in their excitable voices.

“Hey guys!” you said, matching their enthusiasm.

Danneel showed you around the house telling you that the twins were already asleep in bed and that she had left feeding instructions in case they woke up. She had made a note of all the contact numbers you might need, leaving you the piece of paper before Gen took over and explained what to do with her kids for bed time and, in Odette’s case, a bottle feed.

Gen handed Odette over to you and you held her on your hip, shushing and talking to her in a soothing voice as the three other kids stood by your legs to wave goodbye to their parents.

You closed the door behind them, locking it on precaution and walking further into the house as Tom, JJ, and Shep all dispersed to continue playing.

“Okay,” you muttered to the little girl fiddling with your hair in her little hands, “We totally got this.”

9. Imagine coming home to a cooked meal from Jared.

“Honey, I’m home!” you sang as you entered the front door to your house.

You dropped your keys down onto the table in the hallway, leaving your shoes against the wall and hanging your bag on the hook.

You made your way through the house, following the delicious smell that was wafting from the kitchen.

“Mmm, something smells good,” you remarked.

You turned into the kitchen, stopping when you saw your husband standing with his back to you, an apron tied around his waist.

You looked at the small table made up with a cloth, two chairs, candles, and a vase of flowers in the centre.

“What’s all this for?” you laughed softly.

Jared turned around, licking his lips, a wooden spoon in his hand.

“Come here,” he beckoned to you.

You walked over to him, stopping in front of him and looking up at him.

“Try this,” he said, offering you the spoon to test.

You moaned in satisfaction, closing your eyes as the flavours burst out across your tongue.

“That good?” Jared teased.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” you admitted, opening your eyes when you realised what you’d just said.

You could see Jared’s mouth constrict against a laugh before he allowed himself to guffaw.

“You heard me,” you said, styling out your blunder.

“Note taken,” Jared murmured, leaning his head to yours, his breath fanning over your face.

You closed the gap between your faces, kissing him softly.

“Let’s eat,” you told him, turning away and seating yourself at the table.

Jared laughed, “Make yourself comfy, madam,” he teased.

“Oui oui, monsieur,” you winked at him, prepared to enjoy this meal and whatever came after it.

10. Imagine Misha picking you up from University.

You sat in class, watching the clock hands moving ever so slowly, waiting until 4pm so you could be done with your last class and go home for winter break.

Finally, the time came and you ignored your teacher’s last comments, packing away your things and zipping up your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder.

You tucked your chair in and made your way out of the classroom, murmuring goodbye to some of your classmates who you hadn’t quite made friends with but you still felt the need to wish them happy holidays.

As you walked out of your building you noticed girls huddled in little groups, pointing and hushing with each other. You walked past them sceptically, stopping when you saw what all the commotion was about.

Leaning against the wall of a building, with his arms crossed and one leg propped up on the wall, was Misha.

Your face lit up and you ran towards him, throwing your arms around his neck as he stood properly to hug you.

“Well this is a nice welcome,” he laughed.

“What are you doing here?” you asked confusedly, stepping out of the embrace.

Girls walking past you all whispered to each other, recognising Misha and scuttling away nervously. You even spotted a few phones poised in what people thought was a casual attempt at getting photographic evidence of Misha Collins on their campus.

“Thought I’d pick up my favourite little sister and travel home with her for Christmas.”

“You’re coming home for Christmas?”

“No, I was just going to dump you on the doorstep of the house and steal your car to drive back to Vancouver in,” he said sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes at his classic humour.

“Are you feeling fit and stealthy, old man?” you teased him.

Misha pushed you away jokingly.

“I’ve got a lot of boxes to load into my car,” you clarified.

“I’ve been working out,” he said, throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the gathering crowds.

“Have you now?” you laughed, “Well, my apartment is in the opposite direction to the one we’re walking in but if you’re feeling spritely we can take the long way around.”

“Okay, I haven’t been working out that much,” he said, letting go of you so that you could lead him the right way to your apartment.

“I can do a one-handed handstand though,” he told you, putting his hands in his pockets as you walked side by side.

“I saw your photo,” you admitted, looping your arm through his, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, squirt,” he echoed, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

11. Imagine moving in with Jensen and Jared in Vancouver.

The decision to move in with Jensen and Jared came after they found out that you’d been living in your trailer over breaks and days off.

You explained to them that you couldn’t afford a place of your own and, even if you could, you had no idea how long you were going to last on the show. You didn’t want to buy an apartment only to get killed off and then be tied down with property in Vancouver stopping you from applying for jobs elsewhere.

They both came to the decision that you could move in with them, having only just bought a three-bed apartment to share downtown.

You reluctantly agreed, grateful to not have to live in your trailer anymore and being more than willing to pay your share of rent.

You moved what little belongings you had with you into the apartment the following week.

After having lived with them for three months now, you were becoming accustomed to life with Jensen and Jared. At first things felt a little awkward, you moving in with your co-workers, but you soon adjusted and you were all more than comfortable around each other. Perhaps a little too comfortable.

You were in the kitchen making dinner for all of you, you had become the apartment chef, when Jensen walked through in his boxers.

“Dude!” you complained, raising your eyebrows at him incredulously as he reached for a beer out of the fridge, gesturing to his attire.

“What?” he asked nonchalantly, “Most girls your age would kill to see me like this!”

“Most girls my age see you as less of a ‘dad’ and more of a ‘daddy’,” you explained, turning back to the stove.

“Gross,” he remarked, leaving the kitchen.

“You’re the one walking round in your underwear!” you called after him.

The next day you were sat on the couch going over your lines when you noticed something sticking out from behind the couch cushion. You pulled out a pair of socks and shook your head, closing your script and walking down the hallway, standing in between the doors of Jensen and Jared’s opposite bedrooms.

“Okay, fess up,” you ordered, holding one sock in each hand and through each bedroom door so the boys could both see one, “Whose socks are these?”

Neither of them responded so you balled them up and chucked one at each of them, hitting Jensen in the head and Jared in the chest.

“We need some ground rules around here,” you grumbled, striding back into the living room.

A week later you came home from set later than the boys, only to find them both sat in their underwear on the couch, playing video games.

“Okay, that’s it,” you murmured under your breath, walking to your bedroom and depositing your things.

You got undressed and put your comfiest bra and panties on, going back out into the kitchen.

“I’m grabbing a beer, anyone want one?” you asked over your shoulder, seeing both Jensen and Jared raising a hand.

You took three beers from the fridge and handed them over to the boys from behind the couch, walking around to lay on the adjacent one.

“Dude!” Jensen parroted, finally noticing that you were in your underwear.

“God, put some clothes on!” Jared protested, closing his eyes and turning his head away from you.

“Keep your panties on,” you told them, ��Please, because that is the only thing keeping me from seeing little Ackles and little Padalecki.”

“This isn’t weird for you?” Jensen asked, deliberately avoiding you with his gaze.

“It became ‘unweird’ when I got fed up of dealing with both your crap. We either all wear clothes around the house or we drop this double standard and grow up.”

“Shit, okay,” Jensen yielded, his hands up in surrender.

Jared took a long sip of his beer, placing it on a coaster on the table and finally looking you in the eyes, nodding.

“Deal,” you all said at once, settling into your respective couches.

12. Imagine Dean taking you for a test drive in Baby.

“Hard right! Hard on!” Dean shouted at you from the passenger seat.

You pulled the car to a stop, turning in your seat to look at him.

“If you want me to be able to drive this car properly, you have got to stop saying things like ‘hard on’,” you told him.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this,” Dean tried to say, his right hand out the window of the car holding on to the roof.

“Don’t you dare flake out on me now, Winchester,” you warned him, “I’m a good driver, I promise. I’m just not used to the left-hand drive thing.”

He nodded minutely.

“One more chance. You have one more chance to stay in the right hand lane or we’re swapping over.”

“Alright, alright. Keep your hair on,” you murmured.

You put the car into first gear and started off smoothly, changing to second and third when necessary.

“It’s not like there’s anyone on this road anyway,” you muttered under your breath.

“That’s beside the point,” Dean reprimanded you, “You asked me to teach you how to drive an old, classic car, so you have to listen to my instructions.”

You set your jaw, never one to like being patronised.

The road opened up in front of you and you were moving comfortably in fifth gear.

You put your foot down on the accelerator, earning you a warning glance from Dean.

“It’s fine,” you told him, “Live a little, Winchester.”

The car got faster as you reached the top of the hill, you took your foot off of the accelerator and moved the gear stick into neutral, letting the car cruise downhill with your foot precautiously hovering over the brake.

You reached the bottom of the hill and prepared to hit the ascent, going into first gear and revving up the hill.

“Be careful with her!” Dean growled at you.

You made it to the top of the slope and went back to driving normally, leaving your formula one dreams behind you and carrying on sensibly.

“You told me you didn’t know how to drive stick,” Dean said, hiding his awe but narrowing his eyes at you once you’d settled back into a steady pace.

“I may have told a teensy-weensy lie,” you cringed, “I kinda just wanted to see how she ran. She’s got a nice engine”

“She sure has,” Dean bristled with pride.

“Let’s get this Baby home,” you murmured, setting off easily in the direction of the bunker.

Dean’s eyes never left you as he appreciated your comfort behind the wheel.

13. Imagine stargazing with Sam.

The sky overhead was a canvas of cosmic beauty; the bright white stars stood out against the velvety black sky.

This was the perks of working a case in the countryside, you figured.

You and Sam lay on a picnic blanket, pillows under your heads, and your hands so close you could feel the heat radiating off his palms.

“You see that one,” Sam said, breaking the silence and pointing directly above your field of vision, “That’s the Big Dipper. You see how the stars on the right cluster to make a quadrangle and then the ones on the left branch out of it?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, “It kinda looks like a pan.”

“Exactly!” Sam exclaimed enthusiastically.

You looked up, admiring the stars and wishing you knew how to map them as well as Sam could.

“What’s that one?” you asked, tracing its shape with your finger, “It looks like a headless man running.”

Sam chuckled softly at your analogy.

“That’s Hercules,” he informed you, “You see that wisp of smoke in the middle?”

He waited for you to locate it and nod before continuing.

“That’s the Hercules Nebula.”

“There’s another one,” you spotted, pointing out another cotton-ball like cluster.

“That one’s the Andromeda Galaxy. It’s a part of the Andromeda constellation but I’m not as familiar with the shape of that one,” Sam confessed softly.

You turned your head to the side, watching him look up at the sky, his hair billowing out over his pillow and his eyes wide with wonder.

You loved seeing him like this; so free, so content, so happy.

You focused your attention back to the stars above you.

“I can’t believe we can see all of this without a telescope,” you remarked in awe.

“A galaxy two and a half million light-years away,” Sam confirmed, “All with your unaided eyes.”

“Wow,” you breathed.

Sam sighed his agreement.

“All the shit we see on a day to day basis and still, at the end of the day, the stars will come out and always look this beautiful,” you thought aloud.

Your hand moved closer to Sam’s in the middle of the blanket until your little fingers brushed together and he linked his pinkie with yours.

“And out of all the centuries, all the worlds, all the galaxies... I get to share all of this with you,” he murmured, squeezing your finger reassuringly.

“Us against the world,” you whispered, as you both continued to stare into the night sky.

14. Imagine clothes shopping with Ruby.

“I’m not coming out,” you protested through the fitting room.

“Babe,” she laughed, “I’m sure it looks great!”

You stared at yourself in the mirror, the mini skirt showing way too much leg than you were comfortable with and the top exposing your waist.

“Nuh-uh,” you objected, pulling at the clothes that Ruby had picked out for you.

“Either you come out or I come in,” she warned.

“Fine,” you grumbled, pulling back the door slightly and poking your head out.

“Out,” she ordered, beckoning you with a finger.

You stepped out tentatively, earning a low whistle from Ruby.

You fought the urge to cover yourself with your arms, putting your hands on your hips in a stubborn defiance.

“I’m not wearing this,” you told her plainly.

Ruby ignored your complaints, “Here, put this on.”

She chucked you a chunky sweater and you caught it one handed.

“That’s more like it,” you sighed, going into the cubicle to get changed.

“With the skirt!” Ruby called through the door.

“I hate you,” you muttered back.

Ruby just chuckled, finding way too much humour in your discomfort.

You took the top off, not that you could even be sure it was a top – the thing looked like it would fit a two-year-old, pulling the sweater over your head and exhaling with the relief of feeling more like yourself.

You walked back out, twirling for Ruby and placing one hand on your hip, popping it to the side in a mock-catwalk.

“Yes, girl! Work it,” she laughed, “This is a look.”

“I’m not so sure about the skirt,” you confessed, “I feel naked from the waist down.”

“That’s exactly why I like it,” she said, winking at you.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, picking up a top from the floor and throwing it at her in a weak frustration.

“Okay, we’re done here,” Ruby announced.

“I’m not buying this,” you said, gesturing to the skirt.

“No. You’re not,” she stated, “I am.”

You relented, walking back into the fitting room and getting out of the clothes.

“Wait!” Ruby called, her hand appearing over the top of the door, “Try this.”

You looked at the thin lacy material she was holding, a tiny, delicate bodysuit hanging off of the hanger.

“In your fucking dreams!” you exclaimed, fighting the laughter that came automatically and putting your own clothes back on.

“You're damn right,” she mumbled, taking the lingerie back and undoubtedly adding it to her checkout pile.

15. Imagine Dean comforting you after a nightmare.

You woke in a panic, your hair sticking to your neck with sweat and your heart racing.

You sat up in the queen bed, looking over to where Sam lay in the other bed and Dean was sprawled on the couch.

Dean lifted his head, catching your movement.

“You okay?” he asked, making out your shadow in the dark.

“Yeah,” you breathed, not trusting your voice enough to say anything else.

“Wanna talk?”

You didn’t answer, instead taking a deep breath to try to compose yourself.

Dean lay back down on the couch, turning over and pulling his blanket over himself.

You settled down into the mattress, closing your eyes to try and go back to sleep. Your brain had other ideas, however, filling your thoughts with the nightmare you had just had.

You shifted in the bed, trying not to make too much movement and disturb the others.

“Dean,” you finally hissed, “Dean, are you still awake?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Please,” was all you could manage to say, your voice cracking on the single syllable.

Dean was up in an instant, crossing the room and crouching by your bed, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you’re safe. I promise,” he soothed, stroking your hair off your face and wiping the tears from your cheek.

He walked around the bed, climbing in the other side and putting his arm carefully around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“This okay?” he asked, his voice against your neck.

You nodded softly, sighing and letting your breathing even out.

“Nothing’s going to hurt you, you hear me? I won’t let anything get you,” he assured you.

You knew he was right; you knew he’d rather sacrifice himself than let anything bad happen to you.

But that’s what also worried you.

“I got you,” Dead murmured, kissing the top of your spine and nestling into the bed.

“We got each other,” you finished automatically, linking your fingers over his as his arm tightened around you, letting the warm comfort of Dean send you to sleep.

16. Imagine Danneel teaching you to cheerlead.

“This is ridiculous,” you groaned, bending over to lean your palms on your knees, taking deep, grounding breaths.

“Come on, you nearly had it!” Danneel exclaimed.

“You’re too preppy,” you complained, collecting your pompoms from where you’d dropped them on the floor.

“Just take each count of eight one-by-one,” she encouraged.

You took one last deep breath before standing up straight.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you said determinedly.

Danneel moved to her phone and pressed play on the music, the tune ringing out on the Bluetooth speakers.

“A 5, 6, 7, 8,” Danneel counted you in, “And: skip skip, skip skip.”

You followed the instructions, counting in your head; skipping twice to the right and then the left, rolling your arms around twice in accompaniment.

“Single, single,” she called the next instruction out.

You skipped once to the right, throwing your left arm in the air and tilting your head right slightly. Then you skipped once once to the left, putting your right arm in the air and tilting your head left.

“Up and down,” Dannel reminded you as you kicked your right foot out in front of you, stepping forward into a lunge and lifting both pompom clad arms in the air.

“Spin, 2, 3, 4,” she called.

You span 360°, kicked your right leg to the side and put your right arm in the air before landing on your right leg and turning to face the right with your arms by your side.

“Contract, contract,” Danneel prompted you, as you rolled your body, your arms also rolling slightly with the movement.

You remembered to punch your arms out in front of you for the second contract, stepping back on your right foot so your feet were together and then back on the left so that your right foot was in front again.

“Good!” Danneel shouted proudly.

Your right hand trailed the pompom along your left arm and around your head, the left pompom getting held you your ear as you moved to face the other way and thrust your right hand in front of you.

“Jump, jump, jump, out.”

You jumped three times, landing with your legs open the fourth time, your arms both going up the first time, just the right, just the left, and both of them in to your chest on the final landing.

You bent your right knee in and then out, dropping your right arm and then bringing it back to your chest and doing the same with the left knee and arm as Danneel yelled, “In, out, in, out.”

You thrust your hips forward, Danneel’s voice in your head saying to ‘add some bounce’ into this move.

“And pivot,” she instructed.

You’d already dropped your hands as you bent at the waist, rotating your upper body in a half circle, your heels lifting and dropping.

“7 and 8,” you counted under your breath as you lifted and dropped your heels three times, bouncing your whole body.

“Woo! Your hair moved; that’s bonus points,” Danneel shouted.

You got through the rest of the routine; swaying and popping your hips, spinning your pompoms, raising your arms, and keeping up a cheery attitude throughout. Maintaining your smile proved to be the hardest part of all.

The entire routine only lasted about thirty-five seconds but, by the time you were done, your breath was coming out in short, sharp puffs.

“Yes!” Danneel exclaimed loudly, clapping her hands together and then lifting her arms above her head, “You did it!”

She pulled you into a hug and you panted in her arms, squeezing her tight in your euphoria.

“I can’t believe it,” you confessed, pulling back to see Danneel’s proud smile still in place.

“Next step: costume,” she sang, pulling a cheerleader’s mini skirt and crop top from her bag.

The pink and white material shimmered in her hands and you groaned when you saw the ribbons, white socks, white sneakers, and glitter that she also had in her bag.

“Oh, god,” you groaned, throwing your head back.

“A promise is a promise,” she insisted, passing you the costume and folding her arms.

You laughed, embarrassed, turning over the outfit in your hands.

“Go big or go home,” you muttered, admitting defeat and changing into the uniform.

17. Imagine Genevieve taking you horse riding.

“Okay,” Genevieve started, coming over to you with two riding hats in her hand, “You’re riding Doodles and I’m on Caspian. They’re both really good horses.”

You nodded, taking the hat she handed you and putting it on.

“Do you know the way we’re going?” you asked her.

“Sweetie, I’ve been riding this trail since I was twelve, I could navigate it with my eyes closed.”

“Okay, show off,” you murmured, nudging her with your shoulder.

You turned to the sound of hooves, seeing two gorgeous horses being led towards you. As they got closer you noticed their extreme height and you raised an eyebrow at Gen.

“Can you even get up that high?” you teased.

“Oh, you just watch me,” she said confidently.

She strode over to the large brown horse, taking the reins from the stable hand and pulling the stirrups down.

In one smooth motion Gen put both the reins in her left hand, sliding her left foot into the stirrup, bouncing three times and then jumping, swinging her right leg over the saddle and seating herself.

“Okay, pretty impressive,” you remarked, walking over to your horse.

You looked up into his dark eyes and ran a hand down his chestnut face, he lowered his head so that you could scratch between his ears and you chuckled softly.

“Hey, handsome,” you muttered, “Ready to ride?”

You took the reins in one hand like Gen had, stretching to put your foot in the stirrup and failing miserably.

You could hear her laughing and you shot her a look, opting instead to take up the offer of a leg up from the stable hand.

“I guess I’m a little out of practice, Lil Miss Yoga,” you said to her over your shoulder, placing your hands on the saddle, one on the pommel and the other on the cantle, lifting your left leg for the guy to hold on to.

On the count of three you jumped, the guy pushing your left leg up as you swung your right leg over the horse. You sat down softly and put both feet into the stirrups.

The stable hand checked your stirrups and saddles, making sure you and the horses were comfortable before sending you out.

“Enjoy your ride, y’all,” he called, as Gen set off in the direction of the trail and you settled into a steady walk behind her.

Five minutes in to the peaceful ride, Gen turned to you.

“How you doing?” she asked.

“Pretty good,” you admitted, running a hand down the neck of Doodles, “He was a little tense at first but I think he’s relaxing now.”

“Get up here,” Gen motioned to you, turning to face the front again.

You clicked Doodles on until he and Caspian were walking side by side.

“They’re both OTTBs,” Gen stated intelligently, “’Off-track-thoroughbreds’. They feel like they’re in competition with the horse in front if they’re not in the lead. It helps to have them walking at the same pace so they know this isn’t a race.”

You nodded in understanding, scratching Doodles’ withers underneath you.

“This place is beautiful,” you murmured in awe.

“Yeah, welcome to Idaho,” Gen said, smiling across at you.

Caspian snorted softly and you laughed.

“I guess that was him saying ‘welcome’,” Gen chuckled.

“Thanks, buddy,” you told the horse.

“Ready to pick up the pace?” Gen asked you, shortening her reins and preparing to go faster.

“Sure,” you replied, copying her movements.

“Okay. Let’s go,” she ordered as you both asked for trot and moved deeper into the trail.

18. Imagine JJ asking to have a sleepover with you and Jensen.

You had just finished dinner with Jensen and his four-year-old daughter, you stood to collect the plates from the table. Jensen, as always, telling you that you didn’t need to help tidy away and you insisting that it was the least you could do after he had cooked dinner.

You walked into the kitchen with the plates, scraping any food waste into the compost bin and placing the dirty dishes and silverware in the dishwasher.

You could hear Jensen and JJ talking in hushed voices and you smiled when you heard them laughing together.

You decided to give them a little longer alone, taking a cloth and some antibacterial spray and wiping down the surfaces.

You put the cleaning stuff away and went through to the dining room, sitting back in your chair and smiling at a giggling JJ, her hands clasped over her mouth.

“What’re you up to, monkey?” you whispered, leaning closer to her and bopping her on the nose with your index finger.

She shook her head, not giving the game away, and you sat upright in your seat.

“Who wants dessert?” you asked, your eyes wide with overexcitement.

“JJ wants to ask you something first,” Jensen said, smiling at you kindly.

“Oh really?” you said, smiling back before looking at JJ again.

“Nuh-uh!” she protested, “Daddy does.”

“I’m not asking, Justice Jay,” he said, laughing as she ran over to his chair at the table.

He lifted her up onto his lap and whispered something in her ear that you didn’t catch.

“Y’all are freaking me out,” you said, your eyes flitting between Jensen’s and JJ’s.

“Will you have a sleepover?” JJ asked, so quietly that you were sure you’d misheard her.

You frowned in confusion.

“I don’t think she heard you, babygirl,” Jensen encouraged his daughter.

“Will you please have a sleepover with us?” she repeated, louder this time.

You gave a puzzled look towards Jensen and he nodded his approval to you. You looked at JJ’s hopeful little face and knew that you wouldn’t be able to say no even if you tried.

“Of course, princess!” you said sweetly, “I’d love to have a sleepover with you.”

“And daddy, too,” she emphasised knowingly; too knowingly for a kid her age.

“Only if we can paint his nails,” you whispered teasingly, pretending that Jensen couldn’t hear you.

“And do make up!” JJ exclaimed, running off of her dad’s lap to grab your hand and pull you up from the table.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” you assured her, getting up from the table and placing a kiss to Jensen’s cheek as you left the room to prepare your sleepover.

19. Imagine Misha coming into your work.

You stood by the coffee machine, making three flat whites since you were the only person in the store who knew how to.

It was a busy day in the shop and you were already tired after half of your eight-hour shift.

You took each coffee over to the correct customer tables, smiling politely and clearing away a few empty mugs and plates on your way back to the counter.

"Need you on tills, please," your manager said to you as she passed you on the floor.

"Sure," you muttered, just wanting the day to end.

You got to the till and asked the next customer for their order, looking up at their face but not registering anything.

"I'll have an Americano please," a familiar voice said.

"Is that all?" you asked, ringing up the coffee.

"What do you recommend?" the man asked you and that's when you finally realised why you recognised the voice.

Misha Collins stood the other side of the counter from you, ordering his coffee from you, and asking you what he should order.

“Sweet or savoury?” you questioned.

“Hmm,” he thought for a moment, “Sweet I think.”

"Okay, well the brownies are really good, and a customer favourite," you said honestly, "But I always prefer a flapjack."

"I'll take one of each, then," he said, getting his wallet out of his jeans pocket.

You smiled, "Eat in or to go?"

"Eat in, please."

You plated up the brownie and the flapjack, surprised at how casually you were handling this situation. You and everyone else in the café.

You told Misha his total and he handed over way more money than necessary.

You looked at what change he was owed and started counting it out when he interrupted you.

"Don't worry about that," he winked, "Add it to your tip jar."

"Are you sure?" you asked incredulously, a good wad of cash in your hand.

“Absolutely,” he confirmed.

“Thank you. So much. I’ll bring your drink over as soon as its ready.”

You handed over his receipt with a smile.

No one was behind him so you watched to see where he sat and set about making his coffee. You put it on a tray with a small jug of milk and some sugar before making your way over to his table.

“One Americano,” you announced, placing it down in front of him along with the extras, “Anything else I can get you?”

You noticed him cover up the paper he was reading from, probably an episode script, before he smiled up at you.

“No, thank you,” he said, “These are delicious, by the way,” he added, motioning to the half-eaten treats in front of him.

“I’ll be sure to pass on your review,” you joked.

Your focus never left his table as your shift went on and on. He sat, and he read, and he ordered more coffees (which you didn’t charge him for seeing as he had given you more than three times the right amount of money).

You never let on that you knew who he was, respecting his privacy and also not quite fully believing the situation anyway.

When your shift was over you went to change out of your apron, hanging it up in the back room and grabbing your bag.

“See ya,” you called to your manager on the way out the door.

You glanced at Misha’s table and noticed that he’d already left, sighing at the fact that you’d missed saying goodbye to him. Or maybe he was never really there.

You stepped outside the shop, the crisp air hitting you in the face as well as the sight of Misha standing against the side of the building.

You smiled goodbye to him as you headed home but he pushed off from the wall, walking over to you and smiling.

“I’m really sorry if this is weird for you, but I’m new to this area. I’m only visiting but I have absolutely no idea what to do or where to visit,” he rambled.

“Well, lucky for you, my shift just ended,” you told him, “Need a tour guide?”

“That would be great, if you wouldn’t mind. I’m Misha, by the way.”

“I know,” you laughed softly, “I didn’t want to say anything; make it weird.”

“Thank you,” he said genuinely, “For being cool and for showing me around.”

“Of course,” you smiled, “Next stop: somewhere totally uninteresting and non-picturesque.”

20. Imagine watching Supernatural with Genevieve and Danneel.

“Have you got the ice cream?” you called through to the living room from the kitchen.

“Do you even know me?” Danneel shouted back.

You walked into the living room to see her sitting cross-legged on the couch, a tub of ice cream in her lap and three spoons in her hand.

She held one out to you and you took it as you sat next to her, curling your legs up under yourself.

“Gen, get your butt in here!” you shouted.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Gen replied, “I just got off the phone with Jared, the kids are all asleep and everything is okay.”

“Of course it is,” Danneel said simply, “We have the night off, you can relax now,” she added, passing her a spoon.

Gen took it from her as she flung herself down on the couch next to you and you all shifted closer, pulling one blanket over all three of your legs.

“I’m ready,” you insisted, as Danneel handed you the ice cream, pressing play on the remote.

The opening sequence started up and you removed the lid from the tub, taking the first spoonful of ice cream.

“Oh my God,” you breathed as a familiar face appeared on screen, “Why is JDM naked?”

You were, of course, referencing Jeff’s lack of facial hair, and both Genevieve and Danneel laughed softly.

You watched the opening sequence play out in silence, not being surprised when it got to Mary’s death scene since you already knew that was where things were going.

The title sequence flashed up noiselessly and you chuckled.

“What?” Danneel asked, turning to look at you.

“That was slightly less obnoxious than some of the title sequences they’ve had,” you explained.

Danneel and Gen huffed a laugh, leaning over you at the same time to get some ice cream.

You burst out laughing when the next recognisable face popped up – Jared.

“Stop,” Gen chastised jokingly, giggling herself.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “He looks… handsome.”

It was Danneel’s turn to chuckle then taking a big spoonful of ice cream.

“He looks like a twelve-year-old,” she said plainly.

All three of you laughed at that, continuing to watch the show.

The next two scenes played out as you all sat contently, eating your ice cream and making the odd sound effect here and there.

“I’d recognise that chiselled jawline anywhere,” you exclaimed, noticing the shadowy outline of Jensen.

Sam/Jared grabbed Dean/Jensen and they began a choreographed struggle.

“Damn, those fight moves,” you murmured sarcastically.

“The budget was low for the pilot,” Gen joked.

“And neither of them knew what they were doing,” Danneel added, in all seriousness.

You nudged Danneel in the ribs with your elbow as Jensen’s face came into the shot.

“I’d tap that,” Danneel muttered.

“Ew!” you complained, shaking your head to erase the thought.

You finished up the pilot a load more remarks and a whole tub of ice cream later, pausing before the next episode started.

“So, what did you think?” Danneel asked you.

“I think that you and Gen married people who are like cheese,” they both frowned at you confusedly, “They get better with age,” you explained.

All three of you were laughing as the next episode began.

21. Imagine surprising Jared on stage at a convention.

You’d been working on a movie up in LA for the last three months and you hadn’t seen Jared since your last day on set, the last night you spent with him in Vancouver.

You’d started seeing each other almost as soon as you began filming on Supernatural, quickly striking up a relationship that neither of you knew where was headed.

Trailer sex turned into sleepovers, sleepovers into weekend stays, and weekend stays into actual dates.

The night you left for LA, Jared was upset, he pleaded you to stay but you told him you were never going to be the girl who gave up her career for a guy. He wasn’t mad and he eventually let you go, you Skyped him often and you still felt a connection to him.

You decided to surprise him seeing as he was doing a convention in Vegas; driving up after filming on Friday night, catching a couple hours of sleep at a nearby hotel, and making it in time for his Saturday morning panel.

You found Rob and Rich backstage, both of them shocked to see you.

“What are you doing here, California?” Rob exclaimed teasingly, pulling you into a hug.

“I came to surprise Jared,” you told them, blushing slightly as you stepped back.

“Well get up there!” Rich encouraged.

“What? No! I was just going to greet him when he came off!”

“The fans will love it!” Rob pressed.

“Look at me! I’ve driven five hours through the night and only got a two-hour power nap in the hotel! I’ve got my glasses on and I’m wearing jeans and a sweater. I’m pretty sure I’ve still got yesterday’s filming makeup on and I haven’t showered for a disgustingly long time. There’s no way I can go out like this.”

As you finished your rant, Rob handed you a microphone. You looked at him fearfully.

“You have to do this,” he pleaded, “It will make Jared’s day.”

You couldn’t deny him that.

“Okay, but let me pick the right moment,” you requested.

Rob nodded.

“What’s the funniest thing that’s happened on set this season?” the fan at the microphone asked, Jared choking slightly on the sip of water he just took.

You planned your entrance based on this question. If Jared was going to say what you thought he was going to say, then this would be the perfect opportunity for you to make your surprise appearance.

You had entered the panel through the green room entrance, using your status and relations to get through the convention despite not being a scheduled guest.

Jared laughed to himself as he put the cap back on his bottle, placing it on the table beside his stool and adjusting himself to sit comfortably. Of course, in true Jared fashion, straddling the chair with his arms resting on the back of it that faced the audience.

“So, y’all know that we had a new recurring cast member join us this season,” he paused, waiting for the eruption of cheers to die down.

You nodded in the direction of Rob and climbed up onto the stage from behind.

“You did?” you asked into the microphone.

The audience went crazy, clapping and whooping as you made it further into the middle of the stage.

Jared’s face was a picture; he’d turned in his chair to the sound of your voice, his mouth opened in a small circle with the word ‘what’ still on his tongue.

It was as if he’d frozen, he was still in his chair as you reached him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

He got up then, propping his microphone on the chair and pulling you into a proper hug, leaning to whisper in your ear.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, “What even-?”

He couldn’t finish his sentence so you just whispered back, “Surprise!”

You pulled away from the hug, suddenly remembering the audience in front of you.

“Go on then, Jared. Tell everyone what the funniest moment on set was this season.” You teased for the benefit of the audience.

He groaned audibly, picking up his microphone and offering you the chair. You took it, considering the lack of sleep you’d had.

Jared stood behind you, one arm draping over your shoulders and across your chest, the other holding his microphone to his lips as he began to tell his story.

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Through The Valley - Chapter 14

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10075958/chapters/26444541

Tags: @rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts @embracetheapocalypsewithme @kinkozan @lupienne @theblack-wolf @lovingzombiechaos @dragonracer @miiraal

Pairing: Negan X OFC

Chapter Summary: People getting handsy

Word Count: 4011

“Morning George.”

“Good Morning Miss Lilly.” The older man shuffled up the hallway with his mop. “Have a good day!”

“You, too!” Lilly called back and ran down the stairs and into the cafeteria. Greeting some early eaters, she walked up to the lieutenant’s table, where Seth and Laura had already started their breakfast.

“Morning guys.”

“Mhh,” Seth grunted, not even looking up from the papers in front of him. Lilly didn’t mind. Seth was a combination of ‘Not a fucking morning person’ and ‘Master procrastinator always trying to finish his shit when it’s almost too late’.

“Morning Lil.”

“Morning Laura. What’s for breakfast?”

“Eggs with deer jerky and those fresh cucumbers.”

“We still have jerky?”

“Yeah, not much, though. Do you think you can go out again soon?”

“Sure. I can try. Gotta keep all you gluttonous savages well fed.”

“Are we talking seven sins? Because we can totally contribute.” Jax and Connor had come up behind Lilly to join them for breakfast.

“If y’all could wait with the dick talk until lunch, I’d appreciate it,” Seth grumbled from his end of the table.

Lilly grinned before a wave of sadness hit her. Her thoughts had automatically strayed to Negan and how he would have loved to join in this particular kind of conversation. But their leader had been keeping his distance lately. Lilly should have been happy that he was making it easier for her to keep him off her mind. As it were, though, she missed him terribly.

She got herself a plate of food and joined her friends again, listening half-heartedly to their conversations. Her mind was in the penthouse and by the end of their meal she was angry with herself for being unable to keep Negan out of her head.

After breakfast, the group disbanded with Lilly and Jax migrating to a picnic table outside while everyone else started to get busy with their assigned jobs. Lilly sighed a breath of relief, from both the fresh air and the prospect of having a conversation with her closest friend.

“Day off?” Lilly asked. She and Jax sat down opposite each other on the benches.

“Yep. Gotta wait for Andrei to get back here so we can make another tour of the outposts.”

“Good. I missed your stupid face.”

“Aww. So much love in one morning, I can barely breathe.”

“Everything good between you and Connor, then?”

“We actually talked about moving in together.” Jax grinned and blushed. Lilly almost squealed. “He already spends all of his time at my place, so we thought… why hog a room someone else could use?”

“Hmm, yeah. Very practical,” Lilly smirked. A seat cushion hit her square in the face.

“Enough about my love life. What about yours?”

Lilly placed the cushion on the table in front of her and laid her head on her arms. “You know I don’t have one.”

“Well that’s not exactly true, is it? You could get some if you wanted to. I’m sure Andrei would be up for it.”

“But I don’t want to get some.”

“You used to be way more relaxed about just fucking someone for fun.”

“And when was that, Jax?” Lilly looked up scowling. “Remember when I used to be like that after Brian? Going out almost every night, getting shit-faced drunk. You even held an intervention.”

“I’m not saying you should do that again. I just think you should have a bit of fun. Find a distraction. Stop all this moping.”

“I’m not moping…”

“You were moping just ten minutes ago during breakfast. I know your moping face.”

“You’re a moping face.”

They looked at each other for a moment and then chuckled.

“I suppose you have a point…”

“Thank you,” he declared with a triumphant smile.

“The greenhouse project was a good distraction. Going hunting used to be great to get my mind off things, but being alone with my thoughts turned out to be quite counterproductive. I thought I was over the whole thing.”

“Pretty sure Negan wouldn’t appreciate you calling him a ‘thing’.”

“Keep your voice down!” she hissed and glanced around the courtyard.

“Oh come on, it’s not like no one already knows about you and him.”

“There is no ‘me and him’. And Sherry and Valerie hate me enough as it is. I swear I’m going to burst into flames one of these days from the way they look at me. I just want things to calm down.”

“Fuck them. What are they going to do? Throw their bras at you?”

Lilly giggled before getting serious again. “I know you like to ridicule them, but at least Sherry does have some kind of influence here. And I don’t just mean over Negan, but Dwight, too.”

“Well fuck Dwight, too. It’s pathetic the way he stills hangs on her tit.”

Lilly raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you think he’s moping?”

“That’s different. Dude should have more self-respect.”

“He still loves her, he can’t help it. You can’t just turn off your feelings for someone.” She looked down and started fiddling with a loose string on the cushion.

Jax sighed. “It’s just your luck that you fall in love with one of the most unavailable men. And in the fucking apocalypse, too.” Lilly’s eyebrows knit together. “What? You’re gonna deny it?”

“Love is a bit of a strong word. Especially when it comes to him.”

“Why? Because he’s the King Dick Motherfucker around here? Is there some kind of rule I’m not aware of that you’re not allowed to feel that way for him?”

“It’s complicated.”

“No, it’s not. In fact, I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual.”

She looked up at him. “Bullshit. He’s happy with his wives.”

“See, I know for a fact that this, at least, is not true. Apparently, Valerie has been bitching to Connor that Negan has been ignoring them all for quite some time now.”

“Ugh, will you please stop participating in the stupid fucking gossip?”

“And I already told you that he has at least considered ditching them.”

“Oh, you wanna talk about your little heart-to-heart with Negan in the garage again?”

“No thanks,” he grimaced, “I’m still recovering from the last verbal castration. What I’m trying to tell you is, all signs point towards him having feelings for you.”

“Elementary, my dear Watson! Why are you even championing Negan so much? A man with a harem, a potty mouth and a penchant for objectophilia. Wouldn’t you want a nice, good man as a potential brother-in-law?”

“There are no more nice and good men, Lilly. At least with Negan I know that he’ll keep you safe. Besides, who else would put up with your annoying ass?” He winked at her.

“Not him, apparently. He told me that he’s done chasing me.”

“And was that before or after he tried to kiss you?” Lilly sighed and kept fiddling with the cushion. Jax put his hand over hers. “Listen, you should go do something. All this sitting around in between runs, doing nothing but brooding… it’s not good for you.”

“Yeah…” She got up. “You’re right. I’m gonna go patrol the fence for a while.”

“I thought more along the lines of yoga, or reading a book, but… okay. Oh and come over to my place tonight. We’ll have a drink, or two. Or three. Play some cards. I’ll tell Laura and Seth, too.”

“Okay,” Lilly smiled, “Thank you, Jax.”

“You know I’m always here for you, right? And if you need some more one-on-one time, just say the word. Connor won’t mind if I kick him out for a couple of hours.”

“I know. I’ll see you later.”

She ran upstairs to get her bow from her room and back down to start walking along the perimeter of Sanctuary. Lilly made sure to carefully examine every segment of the fence to look for holes. She watched the undead to see if any of them got free, or too decayed. At the greenhouses, she made a quick stop to look inside and talk to the gardening crew before resuming her walk.

When she was almost back at where she had started, she noticed that some of the barbed wire on top of the fence had become rusty. Lilly looked up and thought about telling Carson, to make sure it would be replaced, when she heard someone approaching. She glanced sideways and her heart beat faster. Apparently, the reason for her taking a walk around Sanctuary had had the same idea. She figured he would pass her without a word and she kept her eyes stubbornly on the fence, but he stopped next to her, his leather jacket brushing her arm. They stood like this for a while in silence.

“What the fuck are we looking at?”

“The fence. The barbed wire up there needs to be replaced.”

“Oh… thought you’d seen a funny shaped cloud. Giant flying dick in the sky or something.”

Lilly tried her best to keep it in, but it was no use. She snorted with laughter for what felt like the first time in weeks. When she had calmed down, she looked up at him and saw him smiling down at her. Their eyes met and his face changed to an almost sad look. Lilly turned her head back to the fence. The walkers on the other side had become active at the noise she had made. She watched them squirm and groan when she felt his hand slip into hers. Their fingers intertwined. His thumb stroked over her skin. Lilly kept her eyes on the undead, a lump forming in her throat and she let go of him to take a step back.

“I uhm… I gotta go find Carson. Tell him about the fence.”

“Sure. Yeah. I’ll see you around.”

She gave him another half-smile and walked around the corner to go back inside through the side entrance. Her path was blocked by someone.

“Oh sorry, didn’t see you there Sherry.” The other woman merely looked at her, her face unreadable. “Uhhh… do you mind? I gotta go find Carson.”

Sherry’s face split into a radiant smile. It made Lilly uneasy, but at least Sherry stepped to the side to let her pass.

“Of course. Have a nice day, Lilly.”

“Yeah. You too.” Lilly frowned. She walked up the hallway and turned around again before rounding the corner that led to the cafeteria. Sherry was still watching her. Lilly shrugged and continued her search for Carson.

That night in Jax’s room, Lilly successfully shut up the thoughts in her head with the help of her friends and a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“You know what you guys? I wanna thank you all for not making me feel like a fifth wheel. You’re all pretty awesome.” Lilly’s words were already a little slurred, but she got her message across. Even Seth broke out into an exaggerated “Awwwww.”

“You gotta bring a date next time, Lil,” Connor called over from the table where he, Jax and Seth were playing poker, “We could do some couple’s shit, like brunch or a wine tasting.”

“Or rent a cabin and do karaoke,” Seth added sarcastically.

“How about a big orgy? I mean, our options are kinda limited nowadays.” Lilly laughed at the shocked faces that came with her suggestion.

“I think you’ve been spending a little too much time with our leader.” Connor wiggled his eyebrows over his glass of whiskey.

“No, she hasn’t. Shut up Connor!” Laura was always very protective of Lilly. They put their heads back together to continue their whispered conversation on Jax’s bed.

“It all comes down to the wives, doesn’t it? I mean, you’d be game if it wasn’t for them, right?”

“At this point? Fuck yeah. And you know what, and I really need you to keep this between the two of us…”

“Of course, Lil.”

“...but I’m drunk enough tonight to just get it over with and fuck him. Just… walk into his room and climb that big, muscly, hard…”

“Okay, okay, I got the message…” Laura interrupted her with a look of thinly veiled disgust.

“What? You can’t deny he’s attractive.”

“Not really my type. I mean… he’s got an OK face, I guess. Needs some tattoos, though.”

“On his face?”

Laura giggled, a sound that stood in stark contrast to her tough looks. “You’re too drunk, Lil.”

“No, I’m not!”

“You’re right. Here, have some more.” She poured Lilly another glass. “I know you’re talking out of your ass, by the way. If you just wanted to fuck him, you would have done so ages ago.”

“Let me keep lying to myself, okay? That way it’s easier to lie to others, too. Including him.”

“You know what, though… if he’s not willing to get rid of those bitches, he’s not worth your time.”

“Don’t call them that.” Lilly frowned into her drink. “By the way, I ran into Sherry today. She was acting so weird.”

“Isn’t that kind of her default? On no, wait, default is bitchy. Can you believe that she went into the kitchen this week and demanded they add more meat to the wives’ plates from now on?”

“Oh shit, that reminds me… I gotta go hunting tomorrow.” Lilly climbed off the bed to the protests of everyone in the room. “Hey, you can either have drunk and tired me for a couple more hours, or some juicy meat tomorrow night…”

“I know I’m already gonna get some juicy meat tonight,” Jax piped up and grinned at Connor.

“Aaaaand, that’s my cue. See you guys tomorrow.” Lilly bade them all goodnight and staggered to her room, congratulating herself on not getting lost in the courtyard, or in the many halls of the Sanctuary.

Grateful for the numbing buzz the whiskey had caused, she quickly got into bed to take advantage of the drunken tiredness and hopefully get a couple of hours of sleep.

It was still the middle of the night when she woke up again. Her first thought was that she had had a nightmare. Her heart was racing and cold sweat broke out on her entire body.

Lilly opened her eyes with her mind wide awake and her body trying to catch up as fast as it could. Her stomach felt like she had just downed a glass of ice cold water. Looking around frantically, she slipped her hand underneath her pillow to reach for her knife. All she found were the wrinkles in her sheets. A shadow slipped into her periphery and suddenly, someone was on top of her and Lilly hissed from the sharp pain on her neck. She immediately calmed the violent movements that had been her first instinctual reaction.

“That’s right bitch, you better calm the fuck down before I slit your throat,” a woman’s voice snarled.

Lilly tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness by concentrating on the lighter spots on her attacker’s form. Lots of exposed skin, long hair. The legs straddling Lilly were naked. She heard the sound of leather creaking with every one of the woman’s breaths. A wife? But not Sherry, nor Amber.

“Listen, I don’t have anything of value. I don’t know who you are. Please, just let me go and leave. No one will know about this.”

“Oh, but you’ve got something of value. Your pretty face. Once it’s gone, he won’t look at you again.”

The pain left Lilly’s neck and went to her cheek right next to her ear. Her left hand shot up and slapped the intruder’s arm out of the way, while her right fist sunk into her stomach. The woman’s body doubled over. She used the moment to fumble for the knife, barely registering slicing her palm open when she tried to pry open the hand holding the weapon. Lilly threw another punch into the darkness, not even knowing where it went. A grunt of pain and the woman’s fingers opened just enough for Lilly to pull out the knife. She stabbed the blade into a patch of pale skin. A scream of pain and Lilly threw off her attacker. She scrambled over her bed to her nightstand and switched the camping light on.

Valerie was lying on the crumpled, bloody mess that was Lilly’s bed, holding her right shoulder. She was wailing and cursing.

“You killed me you fucking bitch,” Valerie cried and looked up at Lilly.

“Calm down, you’re not dying.” But Lilly felt the first prickling stabs of panic travelling up her spine. The realization of what had just happened hit her with full force, now that the immediate threat to her life was gone. She heard the door behind her fly open and spun around, knife at the ready.

“Holy shit! What happened?” Laura stared wide-eyed at the scene before her.

“Lilly tried to kill me. She stabbed me,” Valerie whimpered from the bed.

“You tried to mutilate my face. You attacked me,” Lilly yelled.

“Give me the knife, Lil. Let’s just calm down, okay?” Laura held out her hand and Lilly handed over her knife. Behind Laura, Dwight and Seth burst into the room, their sleepy faces contorting in shock when they saw the scene in and around Lilly’s bed.

“Oh shit…”

“What the fuck?”

“We heard screaming. Shit Lil, you’re bleeding.”

Lilly didn’t even register who was talking. She sat down between her bed and her nightstand, her back to the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest, her face in her hands.

“Laura, stay with her. I’ll take Val to Fisher.”

“And I’ll go get Negan.”

The room went silent. Lilly heard a cupboard door opening and closing and then someone sat down in front of her. Gentle fingers tried to pry away her hands from her face.

“Come on Lilly. Let me have a look at you.” Laura rummaged in the first aid kit and came back with some gauze and a bottle of iodine. Lilly stared at her palms. Blood was seeping out from the cut on her left hand. Her whole body started to shake violently.

“I didn’t want to hurt her. She tried to cut my face. I didn’t…”

“Okay. It’s okay Lilly. Looks like she didn’t just try.” Laura dabbed the gauze on the wound right next to Lilly’s ear. The resulting burning was a welcomed sensation. “Those cuts look nasty. I think you need stitches.”

Lilly looked up at Laura. Her face was pale and full of concern.

“What’s going to happen now?”

“I don’t know, Lil. We have to wait for Negan. For what it’s worth, I believe you. I know you would never hurt anyone just out of nowhere.” Laura continued cleaning Lilly’s wounds. She wrapped a bandage around Lilly’s hand, but she couldn’t do anything for the cut on her face for now.

Laura had just put a blanket around Lilly, when they heard heavy footsteps barreling up the hallway. Lilly couldn’t bring herself to look up when they stopped in her doorway. She was back to watching her palms and the dark red spot blossoming on the white bandage.

“Valerie attacked her. She was just defending herself.”

“Get the fuck out Laura.”

“But…”

A moment of silence. A different, lighter set of footsteps leaving the room and closing the door. A heavy sigh and then the sound of someone sitting down on the bed next to where Lilly was crouching.

“Will she be okay?” Lilly whispered and started dabbing her index finger into the red spot on her bandage. A large hand closed around hers to keep her from messing with her wound.

“She’ll live.” The hand pulled away again. “I need you to tell me exactly what happened in here. Every tiny fucking detail.”

“I woke up because someone was in my room,” Lilly started, her voice hollow in her own ears. “I went for my knife. I had forgotten that I had lost it. Then she was on top of me. Held a knife to my throat. It’s mine, isn’t it? The knife?” Lilly looked up for the first time. Negan held her knife in his hand. It was coated in blood, both hers and and Valerie’s. Her eyes found Negan’s. His brows were furrowed, but he kept silent, waiting for her to continue. Lilly looked back down at her knees. “I told her to just leave. That no one would find out. She started to cut my face. Said she’d take it away so he… you... wouldn’t look at me anymore.” She glanced back at Negan. He rested his elbow on his leg and pinched his nose. “I punched her. Was able to take the knife from her. I just wanted to get away from her. I didn’t… I stabbed her, but I didn’t want to kill her.”

Lilly fell silent. She waited for Negan to say something. When she heard nothing for a while, she looked back up at him. He sat motionless with his head hung low, staring at the knife in his hands.

“Negan…”

“You hurt a wife, Lilly.” He still didn’t move.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“But you did.”

“I was defending myself.” Lilly couldn’t believe that she had to justify her actions. The numbness she had felt since Laura had showed up dissipated to be replaced by anger and confusion.

“That’s not the story she’s telling.” He started to twirl the butterfly knife. Open. Close. Open. Close. “She says she found your knife and wanted to give it back to you. Says you attacked her out of nowhere.”

“She wanted to give me my knife back?” Lilly jumped up to stand over Negan. “At three o’clock in the fucking morning?”

“That’s what she’s saying.”

“Look at me Negan!” He slowly raised his head as if it took him a huge effort to do so. When his eyes fell on the cut on her neck and then the one still bleeding on the side of her face, he grimaced. “You believe her?”

“It’s not about who I believe, Lil. You stabbed one of my wives. You know the fucking rules. You know what happens to those who touch them.”

A wave of panic washed over Lilly. “You can’t be serious. Negan, she attacked me.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter.” He got up and walked to the window, his back to her. “When they agree to become my wife, I make a fucking promise to protect them. And you all know that no one is allowed to lay a hand on them whether it is to fuck them, or to hurt them. Those are the fucking rules, Lilly.”

“Negan, please...”

“You want me to make a fucking exception for you? Tell my men that the rules don’t apply to you? Wanna explain to Dwight why he gets punished and you don’t?”

“So now what? You’re going to finish what Valerie started and destroy my face with your iron?”

He sighed and hung his head again. Lilly wished that he would turn around. She was trapped in a nightmare and she knew if he would just look at her, see what Valerie did to her, he would come to his senses and she could wake up.

“I ca… I won’t hurt you. But you need to go.”

“No! No, Negan, please, don’t do that to me.” Her eyes filled with tears.

You need to go, Lilly. I don’t ever want to see you in Alexandria again.

“You can’t stay at Sanctuary. You will go to an outpost.”

“Please Negan! This is my home.”

Alexandria is my home, Rick.

Not anymore.

“Not anymore, Lilly. You have until morning to pack up your shit, but you’re not allowed to leave this room. I’ll send Fisher to look at those cuts.” He walked to the door while Lilly collapsed onto her bed, sobbing. Negan stopped in the doorway for a moment, his hand on the wall. He turned his head a little as if he wanted to look at her and say something. A moment later, he was gone.

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3 Years - 3 (A,F,SoL/Alt ver.)

Genre; Slice of Life, Angst, Fluff

Length; 3,000+ words

You sat there on the cold hardwood floor in your bedroom, gripping your tummy as tears wildly streaming down your face. “He’s gone, he’s gone..” You shakily repeated as you rocked yourself back and forth trying to calm yourself though it seemed to be doing nothing at all. “Why would he do this to me? Why? He said he’d always be here- he promised..” Thunder roared in the background making this nothing but a cliche. You tightly shut your eyes, sniffling as you blamed yourself for Yoongi leaving.

It was all your fault.

Suddenly you snapped awake, the digital clock on the nightstand next to your bed loudly blared the obnoxious beeps of its alarm. An annoyed grunt escaped you as your covered your face with the soft grey blankets, falling back into your bed. With your eyes only open slightly, you peered down at your bump; you gently rested your hand on top of it, just rubbing it ever so slightly as a small grin drew across your face. “You know..” You said, talking to the little human that was growing inside of you as you remember how far along you were now- almost five months; God did time pass by quickly. “Your daddy wasn’t always like this, little one. He was the sweetest guy that I had ever met, he made mommy so very happy.”

A soft sigh flowed out of your slightly parted lips as you tried to focus on all the good memories you made with him, “He just wasn’t ready for you yet, peanut.” You sniffled as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

Damn these hormones...

“But hopefully he’ll come to his senses, sweetpea. You deserve to have your daddy in your life.” Wiping the tears away from your eyes before they could fall, you brightly grinned as you felt little flutters. “My sweet baby, you’re kicking for mommy to make me happy, aren’t you?” Again you felt the little flutters, warmness overcame you suddenly as you thought about your little one, “Don’t worry baby, mommy’s happy-” You cooed, giggling as you gently ran your hand up and down your belly, “-even if daddy doesn’t want to be with us, mommy promises to do her best for you. You’re my little ray of sunshine, okay?”

As your baby’s little movements slowly halted, you slowly scooted over to the edge of the bed; slipping on your fuzzy blue slippers before making your way to the kitchen. “Hmmm..” You hummed, holding your tummy as you peered into the fridge, “What should we eat today, my love?” Little movements grazed your hand as you scanned through everything you had, but nothing seemed to peak your interest. Shaking your head, you shut the door then headed to the bathroom, “I guess we’re eating out today, huh?”

After taking a little over an hour to get ready, you were finally out.

Driving through Seoul was always stressful, there was so much traffic and it was always a huge hassle to find somewhere to park, but when you finally did; you made your way down to this little American style cafe down the block. They had lots of classic American food, including your favourite strawberry french toast. Your mind wandered as you took in the scenery around you, everything was in full bloom as the sun beamed down. Just before you made it to the cafe, you heard a familiar deep voice call out for you, “What the-” You uttered as the person suddenly grabbed you, spinning you around.

Holy shit... All kinds of thoughts scrambled through your mind as he looked down at you, was he going to yell at you for not keeping in touch? Honestly, you just didn’t know what he was about to do or say; you didn’t know what Yoongi had told any of them, meaning you had no idea whether he was talking badly about you or not.

“Y/n..” Namjoon softly spoke bringing out of your own mind, staring down at you with this shocked expression covering his face. Rushed footsteps behind him caught your attention, peering over his shoulder you could see Taehyung running up to y’all.

“Y/n!!!” Tae practically yelled, throwing his hands up in the air as he ran up to you; wrapping them around you, spinning you as tightly held you close to him. Both men seemed to be in complete shock to see you. “Yoongi told us you went back to the states.” The younger man said softly, breaking the awkward silence as he set you down.

“Yeah..” His Hyung added, nodding as you eyed you up and down. “He lied didn’t he?” God did you hate when Namjoon did that, he always seemed to know what was up without you even having to say a single word.

Gulping nervously, you glanced down at your little bump; placing your hand on it as the men stared down at you. “Yeah.. he broke up with me, but I never left..” You finally replied, turning your eyes back up to them.

Tae’s jaw practically went completely slack, “Wait really?” He asked, “You still live in the same apartment too?” As you meekly nodded, the younger man scoffed in disbelief.

“Your pregnant.,” Namjoon said, pointing out the obvious. “Is it Yoongi-Hyung’s?”

Again, you just simply nodded, pursing your lips together. “Look.. if you guys want to take can we go to the cafe and do it?” You blurted out as you motioned over to the direction you were headed before they stopped you, “I’ll tell you guys whatever it is you want to know, but I haven’t eaten yet and I get nauseous when I haven’t eaten.”

As the three of you walked into the cafe, Namjoon protectively snaked his arm around your waist; keeping you close to him as y’all chose a booth closest to the front door.

“Hello!” A pretty older waitress cooed out as she made her way over to y’all, “Here are some menus..” Handing the laminated sheets over, she pulled out a little notepad and a pen, “What will you guys be having today?”

“Pancakes scrambled eggs and bacon with an iced americano, please!” Tae sweetly exclaimed, handing the menu back to the older lady.

“Of course, love.” She replied, all sorts of smiley as she jotted down his order. “And you sir?” She said, only glancing at Namjoon for a moment before pointing to you. “What about your wife?”

His eyes shot wide open as your cheeks turned a bright red, “Uh we’re- we’re just friends, but I’ll take the same thing as him.” He awkwardly chuckled.

“Oh gosh, I- I’m so sorry.” She stuttered, bowing apologetically as she took his order. “I apologise I just assumed-”

With both hands out in front of you, you shook them as you shook your head; offering her an empathetic smile, “It’s really okay, there’s no need to apologise. I’ll be having strawberry french toast and a cup of green tea with honey.”

Nodding, she quickly took your order, “Okay, loves, your food will be out soon. And again I’m terribly sorry.”

As she walked off Tae shook his head, laughing slightly at the embarrassing incident before quickly turning the attention back on you. “So y/n-” He began as the same waitress returned moments later with everyone's drinks, flashing another apologetic smile before scurrying off, leaving y’all to conversate once more. “How far along are you?” He asked, taking a small sip of his coffee afterwards.

Allowing your tea to steep further, you lightly stirred in the honey. “Almost five months..”

Both men’s brows raised in shock, looking at each other as you stared down at your drink. “Why did Yoongi-Hyung break up with you if you’re pregnant?” Namjoon curiously asked, rubbing up and down your back as if he knew full well that you’d become emotional just thinking about it.

“Well, it’s sort of a long story I suppose.” You sighed, bringing the mug up to your lips; taking a long sip before setting it back down. “I had woken up one morning, it was super freaking early, too. Well anyways, I was nauseous and vomiting, but once it calmed down I called Yoongi-”

Suddenly the waitress returned with a platter filled with everyone’s food, “Here ya go!” She cheerfully exclaimed, gently placing each plate down onto the table. “Oh and Miss?”

Looking up at her with a bright grin, you innocently combed your hair behind your ear, “Yes, ma’am?”

“If you need a refill or more of anything, please let me know.” She replied, pointing to her stomach, “I just had my baby a few weeks ago and I know how hungry you can get, it’ll be free of charge too so don’t worry.” Just as you nodded, she walked away.

“That was sweet.” You giggled, smiling as you took a sip of your tea as your friend dug into their meals.

Namjoon nodded, swallowing his food before speaking, “Continue with your story, please.” He softly stated, peering over to you as you cut a small square from your french toast.

Nodding, you slide it around the maple syrup that was drizzled across your plate. “Yeah, well like I said I called Yoongi and talked to him about how I was feeling, we talked for a while then I went to the doctors..” Putting the piece of bread into your mouth, you chewed for a bit before swallowing and continuing your story, “They asked me about when I last had my...ya know, and long story short they did a test and it obviously-” You giggled, rubbing your tummy, “It came back positive..”

With a mouth full of pancakes, Tae swallowed a bit before speaking, “Then what happened between you and Hyung?”

You seemed to just pause in place as the awful memory of the night he broke things off with you replayed over and over in your head, tears immediately gathered in the inner corners of your eyes. “God- I’m sorry..” You apologised for getting emotional as you quickly grabbed a napkin, dabbing the wetness from your eyes.

Shaking his head, Namjoon wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you over to him. “Sh, sh, sh..” He hummed, looking down at you then over to Tae- who seemed to feel bad for making you cry.

“I’m sorry, y/n..” Tae said softly, his lips pressed together as an empathic smile drew across his face, “I really didn’t mean to make you cry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna..”

After taking a deep breath, you shook your head, “No- No it’s fine, Tae, really..” You said in a reassuring tone, offering the boy a warm smile. Resting your head on Namjoon’s shoulder, you sighed, “When Yoongi and I broke up..” You felt yourself begin to choke up as the awful words he said to you replayed in your mind.

“When we broke up, I had just told him I was pregnant and I guess he just wasn’t ready...” You grabbed your tea, taking a sip before setting it back down; scoffing as you remembered his ridiculously hurtful accusation. “He even accused me of cheating on him and being a gold digger. I can’t really think of another reason why he would say those things other than to hurt me. It’s whatever now I guess, I just hope he’ll grow up before the baby’s here..”

Namjoon tensed up the moment he heard what his Hyung did to you. “He’s so fucking dumb..” He said in frustration; taking a sip of his coffee. “I can’t believe he’d ruin such a great thing he had going.”

“Me either, goddamn it, man.” Tae bud in, leaning back in his chair. “I really can’t believe he’d accuse of you cheating when you were practically stuck to him all the time.”

Nodding, you silently agreed but then just ended up shrugging it off. “Yeah, it sucked at the time, but I’m slowly getting over it and it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before.”

Tae nodded as Namjoon gently ran his hand up and down your bicep, “We should get you home, y/n..”

Pulling out your phone, you looked at the time; more than an hour had already passed by, “Yeah, I’m kind of tired. I just want to go home, change and relax.” You lightly chuckled, your hand rubbed your tummy as you felt those wonderful little flutters again, “Oh the baby’s kicking!” You said excitedly, “You guys wanna feel?”

Immediately, Tae moved over to you, “Yes, oh my gosh!” He practically yelled, his voice dripping with giddiness. Grabbing the boy’s hand, you gently placed it on your stomach, “Come on little one, say hi to uncle Tae.” You giggled, a sweet smiled painted on your face as you felt your little peanuts kicks.

Tae’s eyes went wide as he gasped, the baby’s movements grazed against his hand. “Oh my gosh, hi sweet baby!!” He exclaimed, leaning down to your tummy; planting a tender kiss where the baby kicked. “Hyung, you have to feel this.” He said, grabbing his friend’s hand without warning and placing it on your tummy. Your baby’s little kicks and wiggles had both men excited to no end, “It’s so cool and cute, right?” Tae asked the older man; who’s face immediately lit up.

Namjoon turned his attention away from your tummy and back over to you, his plush lips curled up a loving smile as he suddenly felt his heart swell inside his chest. You looked so beautiful, that smile of yours was like a light at the end of a dark tunnel for him. “You’re gonna be a great mom, y/n..” He sweetly cooed, stopping himself from saying anything else.

“I hope so-” You sighed in response as both men took their hands off your bump. “Anyways, I should get home already. What are you two planning on doing for the rest of the day?”

Tae stood from his spot, neatly putting the empty plates and cups in order to make the waitress’ job a bit easier. He shrugged, combing his fingers through his hair, “Nothing really, we were just here window shopping and trying to find a place to eat.”

“Yeah-” Joon nodded, standing from his seat before helping you up. “If you don’t mind, we should hang out and stuff like before.”

“Oh my gosh, yes, please!” Tae exclaimed, as he quickly interlocked his hand with yours. “We- well we all, missed you so much, y/n. So you gotta.~”

Sighing, you looked over at the overly excited, puppy-like boy that was Taehyung. “Okay, okay Tae.” You chuckled, “We can have a movie marathon and stuff or something.”

“Yeah, that sounds fun-” Joon giggled, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Yah, Tae- you should take the car back home and see if anyone else wants to come.” He tossed the keys over to the younger man, as the three of you walked out.

Placing two fingers on his forehead, Tae winked giving his Hyung a playful salute before jogging off in the direction of their car.

You peered up at Namjoon; who was already staring back down at you. A teasing giggle flowed out of you as you lightly smacked his chest, “What are you staring at?”

Automatically, he seemed to snap out of whatever daze he had been in and just flashed a shy grin as he pressed his lips together. “I just can’t believe you’re gonna be a mom is all..” He replied, sighing as the two of you made your way over to your car. “I mean, I always knew you and Yoongi-Hyung would eventually have a family, but I didn’t imagine it being this soon, and I didn’t imagine things turning out the way they have.”

Nodding, you just softly sighed; leaving the rest of the walk silent just to prevent yourself from bawling right then and there. The moment the two of you got into the car and began driving off, you turned over to him from the passenger side examining the nervous expression on his face. “Don’t be nervous, okay?” You cooed, lightly running your fingernails along is forearm while offering him a reassuring smile. “I know it’s too soon, and a lot of people say I’m too young, but I just feel like I need to try to be this baby’s mom...”

“Didn’t...” He began, but his voice trailed off as he turned the corner.

“Didn’t I- what?” You replied, tilting your head curiously as you gazed at the older man.

Clearing his through, he quickly glanced over to you before returning his gaze back to the road, “Didn’t you think of... having an abortion?”

“Well-” You airily replied, running your fingers through your hair. “I honestly did, but I called my mom the day after Yoongi had broken up with me and told her that I was pregnant.” A bright smile painted across your face as you fondly remembered the conversation you had with your mom. “She told me that no matter what decision I made, whether I wanted to keep the baby or not, that it’d be okay. And that if I chose to keep it, she knew I’d be a good mom... even if I had to do it alone.”

As Namjoon pulled up to your apartment complex, he parked the car before turning to you; giving you his complete attention. The older man interlaced his hand with yours, bringing it up to his lips; he planted a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “You won’t be alone, okay y/n?” He sweetly said while still holding your hand. “Whether it’s me or any of the others, we’ll be here for you the entire way now-”

His sweet words made your heart swell as tears began to gather in the inner corners of your eyes. Immediately he pulled you into a comforting embrace, his hands gently running up and down your back as he held you. “We’ll be here for you and that sweet little baby; even if Yoongi-Hyung won’t be..”

<<To be continued>>

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