#me after i put the flannel on and saw how i looked: oh god i need to document this Right Now

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thinking about frat!peter leaving a conversation with someone or a group to take you upstairs because you looked at him with “fuck me” eyes

god i fucking LOVE frat!peter

You were Peter's girl. 

He’s made that clear, every party he has has his arm thrown around your neck. He’ll press his lips to your temple or cheek when you walk away for a moment and return. He talks to you during beer pong games, ignoring his teammate entirely. He always comes to find you when you’re supposed to arrive and he always, always kisses you hello. 

It was odd when you didn’t have him all over you when you walked in, even weirder when he wasn’t in the kitchen or garage. You texted him but was left on delivered, you wonder if he had made a run to the liquor store and forgot to tell you, you wouldn’t dare entertain the idea of him hooking up with another girl. 

No, you were his girl. He made it clear. 

Unless… 

You stomped up the staircase off from the kitchen, upstairs was mostly off limits during parties. The only exception being the first bathroom on the right of the stairs, Peter’s room was to the left off the side. Without even glancing at the line you took a sharp left and paused at his door. 

You took in a breath and pressed your ear against his door, you heard nothing but his standing fan running. Still not convinced you knocked lightly and pushed the door open, you blinked at the dark doom and flicked the lights on. His room was empty and his bed made, you grinned, at least he listened to one thing you told him. 

In defeat you shut the door and head back downstairs, you check your phone for a response and frown. Peter’s never ditched you at a party before, and it especially hurt because you hadn’t seen him in a week since he’s been so busy with school and the frat. 

“Have you seen Peter?” You tugged at the arm of a fraternity brother, he pulled a thinking face then nodded. “I think he was with Mallory, he said to let him know when you were here.” Your face screwed up, “who’s Mallory?” His friend smiled, “Trent’s friend! Parker’s been chattin’ ‘em up, they seem to be getting along pretty cool.” 

So much for being ‘his girl’.

“Oh. Well, if you see him let him know I went home.” 

His friend grabbed you when you turned to leave, “naw, don’t leave! Parker had specific instructions to let him know when you get here.” You scoff, “I don’t want to bother him and Mallory.” In an instant his friend slapped his forehead, you winced at the clap. 

“Aw shit, you think Mallory’s a chick. It’s Chuck Mallory, Trent’s friend from back home.” 

Oh. Well, that makes things better. But, still. Why isn’t he finding you himself? You were his girl!

“Where is he?” 

Jarred shoves you towards the living room with an elbow, “outside, I think Mallory got him to smoke some weed.” You oo and thank him before walking away, high Peter was your favorite. When Peter was drunk he was loose and lovey, when he was high he was giddy and cuddly. 

And cuddly Peter was exactly what you needed, you haven’t seen him in a whole week! You were itching to have him in your hold, let alone feel his lips on yours or have his body on yours in his bed. 

Your legs felt light when you reached the back patio, you saw him across the yard hovering near the jungle gym, a small playhouse and swings crawling with drunk friend groups. His arms covered in a white and black flannel, his right arm was across his chest as he scratched at his left shoulder, the hand dangled the neck of a beer bottle. 

You walk down the three steps and bumped shoulders with another guy, Adam, you share an astronomy class. “Hey!” His hands balance your shoulders, you wobble and hold on to his wrists, you laugh at the small adrenaline rush and smile, “hey!” 

“You’re walking how I felt after that test wednesday.” You laugh and put your weight on one hip, Adam’s hand dropped to grab his drink, the other fell to a casual hold on your elbow. There was no inkling of attraction, just a friendly gesture. 

“If you don’t feel confident I don’t have a chance.” 

“Nah, I wouldn’t sweat it. I’d put four bucks on the line you got higher than me.” 

You look over his face and hold out the hand he was grabbing, “I’ll take you up on that,” he grins and shakes your hand hard, “bet it is.” Adam looks to his side before holding tighter and pulling you in, “I’ve got a frat boy on my ten about to burn my head off.” You turn to look but Adam’s hand cups your face to keep you looking at him, “make him jealous, c’mon. It’ll be fun.” 

You grab his hand off your face and grin, “for you or for me?” Your classmate shrugs, “my date bailed, entertain me.” You rolled your eyes but brought him in for an exaggerated hug, “mine made me come find him, all because his friend brought some new, cooler than me, guy over.” 

When you pulled back you peeked a glance at Peter, his eyes narrowed in on the side of Adam’s face like you weren’t even there. He’s made it clear you were his girl and this guy doesn’t get it. You tapped your hand on Adam’s chest, “my guess is when I walk over there he’s going to make a big gesture of grabbing me and kissing me, making sure you watch.” 

The blonde steps away, “I’ll be watching, and waiting on my four bucks!” You turn with a gasp, your hand over your heart, “you said I’d win!” Adam waves you off, “that’s before it was a real bet!” 

You smirk and turn back around to your boy, his lips pulled into a neutral state. Peter’s pulled from the pack, standing on the outskirts facing you two perfectly, his eyes flash between the guy on the porch and you sauntering closer on the grass. 

You approach him with a wide smile and wrap your arms around him, his arms stay glued to his side, he’s trying to be upset but you hum and tilt him side to side. “Careful, if you don’t hug me back he may think I’m free game.” Immediately he tugs his arms from under you and presses you tight against him, his lips pressing tiny kisses to your head. “Who’s our new friend?” 

You snort and squeeze tight before stepping back, Peter wraps his arm around your neck. “Adam, we share astronomy.” 

Your boy drops a breath dramatically, “thank god it’s not chemistry.” You grip at his love handles and he pushes you away, “you’re lucky I even came to find you! Jarred told me all about you and Mallory.” The exaggeration of the name lets Peter know you thought it was a girl he tsks and shakes his head. 

“C’mon, trouble. You know you’re my girl.” 

“Do I?” The not so subtle quip made Peter give you a faulty smile, more and more you’ve been dropping hints that the lack of a label but the implication of one was bothering you. 

“I’d hope so, here. Trouble, meet Mallory, he’s staying with us for a few days. His dad is a web developer.” 

Suddenly you understood why he ditched you, his two most favorite things in one room. Nerding out and networking. 

Mallory, with shaggy brown hair and green eyes stretched out a hand. He shamelessly looked you up and down, a cocky smirk spread, “oh, hello, trouble.” 

Before you could respond Peter pulled your back into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, “oh no, this one’s my girl. My trouble, not yours.” You relaxed in his hold, his possessiveness made you feel jittery. 

“Easy up, Parker. I’ve got my eye on the blonde.” You followed his eyesight to the window, a group of blondes hovered. “Which one?” His smile made you happy to be in Peter’s arms, you snuggled in further with the answer. “Yes.” 

You blink submissively and plaster on a dumb smile, “it’s honestly so nice of you to have such an unspecified type. You’ll give anyone a shot, huh?” Peter gripped your hip but didn’t say anything, his new friend had an amused grin, he wasn’t used to a girl challenging him. 

“Some of the girls I’ve fucked could be concidered charity work, maybe I could collect one more?” 

Trent shoved on Mallory’s chest, “cool it, prick. Parker’s girl is good to have around, apologize.” 

You could feel how stiff Peter’s chest was at his comment, the boy apologized and you nodded but Peter still felt seized up, until Mallory broke the silence. 

“Yo, Parker. Did I tell you about the internship program?” And you could feel Peter’s indecisiveness, he wanted to bark back at him but he also could use an internship, you pulled away from him and nodded at the shaggy hair. 

“Pete, you were just talking about that like, two weeks ago.” 

And the conversation flowed, the group talked back and forth and even with the jab, Mallory included you in the conversation and you could see the charismatic side of him, as much as you didn’t want to. After twenty minutes the group walked to an empty picnic table, Mallory sat on the top of the table, pausing mid conversation to lick his wrapped blunt, pressing the seal. 

Ethan, Chris and Trent sat on the left side of the table, you, Peter and Dylan sat on the right. Dylan was also perched on the top of the table, his feet on the bench. Peter sat with his back to the table, his neck turned to the left to look at his new friend, your right shoulder rested on the side of the table, your legs thrown over Peter’s lap as he ran his hands up and down your shins. You rested your head on your fist, your elbow on the table as well. 

You stared at Peter’s face as he made conversation in the group and laughed, you weren’t paying much attention but felt your heart lurch at every grin he casted and you laughed when he did. 

Peter felt eyes burning a hole through him, he looked at you and grinned. ‘What?’ he mouthed, ‘nothing,’ you replied. He gave you a look that said ‘you’re being weird,’ you leaned in closer and tapped his cheek. As if you’d have to ask, he met you and pressed his bottom lip against your top, his hand holding onto your knee. You smiled against his lips, then pressed another kiss, “I missed you,” Peter hums, “missed you too.” 

“Oi! You helped Trent cheat?” You shook your head when you pulled from Peter, Mallory smacked against your arm. Peter looked at you surprised, “no! Don’t- Don’t say it like that!” You looked around and hissed, “I just helped him understand a few questions better. During a test. For a final. By passing notes. But absolutely no cheating!” 

“Trouble, what?” You grinned back at your boy nervously and looked at Trent as if you’ve been betrayed. Peter patted the side of your thigh, you ignored his call and Trent grinned with his hands up, “you won cool points forever, sorry babe.” 

You groan and point around the table, “that never happened, okay!” 

Mallory lit the blunt and passed it down the line, Ethan laughed at the quick silence. “If you guys think that’s funny I should tell you about the time she helped Parker study for an anatomy quiz.” 

“Peter!” You gesture to his friend at the far side of the table, the others getting a laugh at your reaction. You sputter and shove at his arm, you can’t help but smile yourself. Peter jolts when you attack his side, you’re letting his friends see his ‘boyfriend side’, the one that giggles when you tickle him and leans into your touch, breathless and smiley when you end the attack. 

“Stop making fun of my girl, she takes it out on me!” You prove his point and tickle his side again, he pulls your hips and throws you to straddle him. You can’t help but yelp at the sudden movement, you oof when you slam against his hips, his hands bolt your own down on your thighs. 

If you could’ve clenched your thighs you would’ve, you forgot how quick he could throw you around. It’s been the longest week of your life since you met him. Dylan whistles and his gang claps, you roll your eyes, “Parker just earned top dog of the week!” 

Dylan noogies Peter’s hat, you smack his hand away and place a protective hand, “leave my baby alone.” Ethan holds his hand across the table, “tell your baby to take a hit,” you extend your own, Peter takes the time to wrap his arm around your back, you return with a smile, you raise the blunt to his mouth, “take a hit.” 

You watch Peter lean his head forward and take a hit, your look down and your warm smile melted into one of admiration. The lit end engulfed in red and orange, a single stream of smoke raised, his eyebrows furrowed as he took a longer hit, his eyes flashed up and saw the ardor in your eyes. 

His fingers pushed into your thigh and you pulled away, you watched him blow out the smoke slowly while you took your own inhale, your only thoughts on Peter, no interest in the other conversations. You held the tobacco back up and bit your lip when his fingers brushed yours for another toke, “you’re looking at me funny,” he spoke between his inhale, you took the hat off his head, his head tilted at first, pausing to stop you but letting you do it when you flashed a frown. 

You set the cap on the bench next to you, your fingers immediately fixing his curls and adjusting his hat hair. “You’re smokin’ babe.” You shook out his curls, you curled your fingers into them, his lips shot up to kiss your wrist, “thanks, honey.” 

Your heart clenched, more and more he’s like your boyfriend. He’s laying it on thick tonight, you press a kiss to his lips, neither one of you a fan of heavy pda, him more than you, especially in front of his brothers. Peter holds the blunt behind your back and tugs you closer, he breaks away and his glazed eyes peered at your lips and to your eyes, “I love…” You listen closer and tug his shirt, he stops himself, “I love kissing you,” 

You press a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips graze to his ear, “that all?” You looked back at his face but he cleared his throat and looked behind you to hand the blunt off to Dylan. You’re teasing, that’s all. You poke at his cheeks, “don’t get all freaked out, I’m kidding, petey.” 

You humph when his hand covers your mouth, his eyes shoot to his friends. He’s in the clear, no one heard. If any one of his friends heard the pet name they’d bully him to death, simp him to shame. He’d never ever hear the end of it. 

Peter’s eyes burrowed into yours, “absolutely not.” 

“Petey.” You mumbled it into his hand, he pressed against your mouth harder. He gave you a death stare, you giggled and pulled at his wrist, he gave you a warning glance but let it fall away. 

You took a deep breath and leaned to whisper in his ear, your hands cupped around your mouth. “petey, petey, petey.” His fingers dig into your sides, as you curl into him he pushes your hips away. 

“You’re being a menace tonight, trouble.” 

You wheezed against him and pushed his hand away, “I’m sorry!” 

And the moment you looked back up at him he understood, you had a look on your face only he was lucky enough to see. It was the same look you gave him when he was pushing into you, as you dug your nails into his shoulder blades and cried out his name. The same look when you lay breathless, your fingers tangled in his hair pulling as tight as you could grinding your hips against his face. 

“I just missed you this week,” you whispered the words and fixed his collar, he missed you too. 

Peter grabbed your fingers and kissed them, “okay, then go pee, baby.” He spoke loudly and laughed, catching the attention of his friends but they continued with the conversation. You furrowed your brow, you went to speak but he continued, “okay, then let’s go.” He patted your thighs and you scrambled to get off them, he stood up and grabbed your hand to tug you up. 

Peter gave a salute to his friend group, “be right back,” you nodded and followed his path inside. Your boy tugged you up the stairs and to his room, his hat was tossed to his dresser and he ripped his flannel off. 

You smiled when you realized what he did, you told him you hated how his friends jeered him on when it was assumed you were about to have sex. It makes you feel icky. You give him a sudden hug, he stills but wraps his own arm around you. 

“You okay?” 

“You did that for me?” 

Peter kisses the top of your head, “you give me the look, I make the excuse.” 

Then smacks your backside, “now get naked, if we take longer than thirty minutes they’ll ask questions.” 

You pull your shirt off and flop on the center of his bed, “yes, sir.” 

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𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝐿𝓊𝓈𝓉

pairing: AI!Soobin x f!reader

warnings; swearing, pet names, dirty talk, multiple smut scenes, pining, nipple play, rough sex, phone call, praise, robo soobin, no condom use, creampie, jealousy/delusion, stalking, kissing, blonde soobin. (if i missed something pls lemme know!!)

summary; Your close friend’s new riches makes christmas forever memorable.

A/N: I read @writerpetals “artificial heart” and couldn’t help but picture soobin, please read their work it’s great!

𝓐 gasp is heard through the entire restaurant, you would care about the dozen eyes suddenly on you, but you can’t. Your closest friend, Yoon, has struck gold, she’s been working as a higher up at your guys’ office job for the longest time and has been very buddy buddy with the CEO. So when the former CEO retired she left the company to Yoon, who now has inherited a million dollar company!

“You’re kidding.” Your mouth is glued to the ground as she beams at you, “Isn’t this amazing? Just in time for Christmas too. I worked for so long and it finally really payed off. Now I just need to find you a present.” She thoughtfully looks at her food, the flame of the candle between you two lighting up her features warmly. “Heh, if only you could buy me a boyfriend.” You joke as you poke at the salad in your dish.

“Boyfriend hm? I see…” She smiles as you both carry on, dinner is filled with disbelief as she tells you just how much she has now and the gossip the old CEO told her.

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“Merry Christmas, Y/n. Bring him in over here!” Yoon greets and then shouts behind her, the smile on your face twists into confusion. “What?” You’re confused even further when two men heave a box up the steps to your porch and slide in through the door. They drop it off by the tree and you gape. A box that’s at least 6’0 sits next to your tree now, the presents under it look much smaller in comparison.

Yoon’s smile almost hurts your eyes as she beams at you, “I think you’re gonna love it!” She goes in for a hug that squeezes the air from your lungs, “Yea, I bet I will. I hope you like your presents.” Your nerves flare at the idea of her not liking what you got her because of this unbelievably tall present.

“You seriously didn’t have to get me anything so big, I’d be happy with a card honestly.” She shakes her head at your modesty and smiles, “You deserve the world Y/n, don’t worry about it.”

“Coffee? We can open presents after I make some?”

“Sounds lovely, be quick or I might open your gift myself.” You giggle at her and go to put a K-cup into the machine. While waiting you can’t help but to admire your kitchen, it’s your favorite style and just the right size. It’s perfect and even better with the adorable christmas decorations everywhere. But sort of….empty. The decorations are nice and all, but ever since your ex left awhile ago it’s missing something.

The sound of the coffee squirting into your cup takes you out of your thoughts as you wait till it’s done and put a new one in. “Here, coconut french roast, just how you like it.” Bending over slightly, you pass her the hot christmas mug and go back to the machine. It’s just finishing up your cup.

“Alright, open this first.” You grab a small wrapped box and pass it to her, the snowflake paper contrasting to her red and back flannel pajamas. She pushes a stray piece of hair behind her ear before digging into the bright paper. “Oh my god, this is so pretty. Is this the one we saw in the window of that one store?” She asks in awe, “Hehe, yeah it is. Do you like it?” Watching her squeal makes you feel warm, she means so much to you and you can only hope she knows it.

“I love it, thank you so much. Here open this!”

You both go back and forth opening the presents until the last one is inevitably the tall one. It intimidates you as you step closer and dig a nail under the tape that’s stuck at the sides. You jump when she changes her mind about you opening it, “Actually, y/n. Turn around, I’ll let you know when to look.”

You arch a brow at her but turn around nonetheless, there’s the sound of paper, cardboard, and then a button. She squeals happily as she tells you to turn around. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you fidget with your fingers and swing around.

First you blink, and then again, and once more. A man stands there, a gentle smile on his face as he greets you. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. L/n. I’m Soobin, I hope I can be of service.” You hesitantly meet his hand. “Um, I’m sorry, I’m confused.” You eye both of them until he responds.

“I am your assistant, I was customized for you.” That honestly made your confusion worse as you look towards Yoon, she laughs as she begins to explain. “This is Soobin, your AI assistant. He cost a pretty penny but it was so worth it, once I saw how customizable he was, I knew he could be the one for you.”

“He’s a robot?” You ask dumbfounded, he smiles again. A very human-sounding chuckle leaves him as he nods. You eye him up and down not so subtly, his hair is almost a platinum blonde, it sits neatly styled over his forehead. He wears a tidy looking black knit sweater matched with jeans and sneakers.

"Looks real doesn't he? He can do whatever you like, he can cook,clean, grocery shop, even drive a car." She stops to take a step closer to you, leaning into your ear. "And he's made for you in other ways as well." She laughs before getting a loud notification. You stare at her wide eyed as she apologizes and leaves to go manage the company or whatever she said.

"Merry Christmas Ms. L/n. Would you like me to clean up?"

You peer around your living room, the ground is covered in hundreds of pieces of wrapping paper. "Uh, sure. Thank you..." You can’t help but eye him curiously as he gathers the paper and random boxes around you. You have to admit, he does look incredibly real. Especially when he bends over so fluently to grab at the garbage. He even breaths out a little while he does it as well.

“Where should I put these?” He questions when he’s done, it honestly scares you a bit as you were spacing out — thinking about him of course, he’s an entire robot.

“Oh uh, the trash cans are in the garage. That way.” You point to the correct door, he nods with a smile and is on his way.

The coffee in your hands grows colder as you watch him, you’d be worried about being creepy with how much you’re staring, but something tells you it probably doesn’t matter.

“All done. Do you need anything else Ms. L/n?” He stands before you with his hands crossed in front of him. “No, thank you for cleaning. You can…s-sit down if you’d like? We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other anyways.” He smiles again and you try not to pay attention to how you gulp in response. Soobin swings himself around and sits on the other end of your couch, looking at his hands as he outstretched them curiously.

“So, Soobin. I know you can do house chores, what else can you do?” This is the best small talk you’re able to conjure up at the moment, you’re acutely aware that he’s metal and wires. “Besides house hold chores, I can answer questions — as I’m connected to the internet — I know every language and am fully trained in multiple martial arts. I was programmed to protect you, as well as be a companion. I hope we are able to get along.”

He smiles at you once more, the dimples in his cheeks apparent as he does so. He’s so human it’s uncanny.

“Wow, that’s amazing. I’ve actually been a bit worried about living on my own. Is there anything else you can do?”

“Yes, I’ve also been programmed to know exactly what you are into sexually.” Your eyes basically pop out of your head in response, warmth settles over your skin as you let your imagination run a little too wild in the moment.

“O-oh. Well, uh, I’m going to take a shower, make yourself…at home.”

You scurry off to your bedroom, thoughts absolutely taken over by his words. You were very open with Yoon about what you were into, you’ve been friends for years so it was only natural that the subject was brought up multiple times. And now you have a robot assistant who looks like he was modeled after…well.. a model, and knows how to please you.

You’re going through your clean hamper, as you haven’t put them away yet, when a knock sounds from your door.

“Ms. L/n, since it’s 9:27 in the morning, shall I make breakfast?” His muffled voice still has heat settling over your cheeks as you respond.

“Oh, sure. You can make whatever you want, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.” To be honest, you couldn’t think of a single breakfast food at that moment. Too much has happened in such a short time, you’re still a little stunned. Soobin hums and agrees and you go back to searching for clothes to wear.

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You’re shower was 15 minutes longer than usual, Soobin was on the front of your mind and because of that you were in space for most of it.

The bathrooms warm and foggy atmosphere contrasted the rest of your house, it was cold but not annoyingly stuffy when you creaked the door open. “Ms. L/n breakfast is ready, I have made pancakes and french toast.”

“I don’t remember having frozen pancakes and french toast?” You mumble as you step into the kitchen to ogle the delicious food on your table.

“I made them from scratch, I hope you enjoy them.” He bows before turning around to handle the small mess he created. He made them….from scratch? He even topped it off with a few blueberries on the butter that sat on top of the stack of pancakes. The food looked like it was stolen right from a commercial.

“They look delicious, thank you, Soobin.” You say as you slip into your seat and pluck your fork from the table. “Of course.”

Cutting the pancakes was almost mesmerizing, as they were unbelievably pillowy and soft. The taste was so much better than you imagined as well.

“Soobin, oh my god. These are amazing.”

“Thank you, Ms. L/n. I’m glad you like them.” He smiles, it’s so human like it catches you off guard.

He leaves you to eat and only comes back to take your dirty dishes. Wow, he’s treating you better than all of your ex’s combined, it has your eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

That’s how the remainder of Christmas went, with you being surprised at how nice he was, even if he was AI and programmed that way.

“What do you do at night? Do I need to…uh…plug..you in? Or..?” He didn’t come with any plugs or anything so you’re a little confused if he has to recharge or something. “Oh, no. I sleep as well, it’s obviously not the same as human sleep, but same idea.” You open your mouth in an O shape as you nod.

“Well, goodnight, Soobin.”

“Goodnight, Ms. L/n. Merry Christmas!”

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Sleeping was difficult the first night, knowing he was “sleeping” in your guest bedroom. You tossed and turned for hours before barely being able to slip fully away. Too bad that lasted an hour and now your alarm is blaring. The sigh you let out is almost pathetic as you groggily rise to your feet.

Your apartment is eerily quiet and you momentarily forget what’s missing. That is until the door opens and he walks in, putting down the groceries he bought on the counter.

Rubbing at your eyes you ask, “What are those?”

“I bought ingredients for dinner tonight, as I know what food you look. So, we’re having your favorite italian dish.”

“Oh, wow. Thank you, Soobin. Heh, do you know my social security number too?” You chuckle, “Yes, it is 892-“

“Okay! So glad you know that.” You nervously chuckle.

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3 Months have passed since you were given Soobin, he’s been unbelievably helpful so you’re grateful Yoon spent the money on him, because you did NOT have that much. Soobin and you have grown closer as well and you can’t remember what it was like without him.

“And I told him to fuck off because he literally tried to get with my sister.” Yoon grumpily exclaims as she tips her back to down another shot. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was, she was also like 17 at the time.” Your mouth falls open in shock as she nods her head drunkly. You yawn and go to rub your eyes, stopping because it took you so long to do your eyeliner earlier. “Hey, I’m gonna call Soobin to get me, do you want a ride home?”

She shakes her head with a smile before saying, “Don’t worry, I have a chauffeur now. Isn’t that so weird?” She giggles. You dig out your phone from your purse that sits on your lap, the dim lights of the club making the screen much brighter than you remembered. Squinting, you try your best to find your home phone number, turning down the brightness is useless because apparently it’s already all the way down. Finally you find the number and press it, it only takes a couple rings before he greets you with the voice you’ve grown very fond of.

“Hello, Ms. L/n. Are you enjoying your night out?” He’s as kind as ever, it brings a sappy smile to your face as you answer. “Yea, thank you. Could you pick me up by any chance? I took Yoon’s car so my car is still at home.” You yell into the phone, it’s so loud you wonder if yelling is even working.

“Yes, of course. I’m leaving right now.”

“Don’t you need the address?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“I always know your location thanks to your phone. I’ll be there in approximately 16 minutes.”

“Thank you.” You hang up and try your best to stay awake, you haven’t gone to a club in a little while and it’s becoming obvious. Even though the bass from the DJ is basically making you vibrate, you still try and fight off sleep.

“Hey, uh, Yoon. I’m gonna wait outside for Soobin.” You lean on your arm as your eyes droop.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the office okay?” She’s even smiley and go lucky when drunk, you seriously envy her.

“Alright, be safe. See ya tomorrow.”

The warmth of having to navigate through grinding bodies has nausea forming in your stomach, it only subsides once you swing open the door. The air feels refreshing as you stumble out. It was like a sauna inside, the cool air against your flushed skin has you shuttering out a breath of relief.

Glancing around you spot a bench to your left and oh does it look inviting. Sitting down, you pluck your phone from your purse to check the time, 13 more minutes. The bouncer on the other side of the door is busy talking, as well as the people in line but it all blurs into each other. God, tomorrow is gonna be a bitch.

Your head hangs low as a breeze flows up your dress, good thing your purse is settled on your lap or else the line of people would have a great view of your underwear. Time is warped in your head and you swear it’s been only a minute before someone is calling your name. Your head raises, higher and higher, until you make eye contact with Soobin. He’s so tall, you love how tall he is. He’s so attractive.

“Ms. L/n. Are you ready to leave?” He holds out a hand for you to take, which you obviously do because walking through the parking lot in this state in these heels would be impossible. “Yes, thank you, Soobin.” Your body can’t help but lean against his figure as you both make your way to your car.

While getting in you giggle to yourself drunkly, slouching over the center console. “Here, Ms. L/n. Let me buckle you in.”

“Y/n.” You smile.

“Excuse me?”

“Call me Y/n. Ms. L/n sounds like my mother.” You giggle once more, more heat spreading over your face if possible. Even more when the hand clicking your seatbelt drifts across your thighs. It confuses you, isn’t he AI? Isn’t he free from making human mistakes? Did he do that on purpose then? Your drunken mind has your memories a little fuzzy but he treats you like a girlfriend, now even down to the teasing touches. You’ll have to ask Yoon about that when you see her next.

“Soobin, can you help the hangover I’m gonna have tomorrow? I have work.” The car purrs to life as he presses the button and puts it in drive. “Of course, Y/n. I’m happy to help.”

The way home was strange, you honestly blame it all on the alcohol. Whenever you peaked over at him you couldn’t help but ogle, even if he was AI, he was unbelievably attractive. How did Yoon know your exact type, sure you talk about your sex and love life with her but she really hit the nail on the head. The way his blonde hair falls almost angelic like over his skin has completely stolen your attention.

The thoughts have your skin warming again and a slight heat being lit in your gut.

“We’re here, do you need me to unbuckle you?” He catches you off guard, you were still mid swoon when he started talking.

“Oh, no I got it. Thank you, Soobin.” He nods before stepping out of your car and circling around to open yours as well. Your legs are a bit wobbly, so when you take a tumble he’s quick to wrap an arm around your waist. You need to sleep, the heat inside you seems to be hotter and it’s really starting to affect you. You seriously just want him to take you right then and there.

“Here, you should eat. I’ll make you something.” He proposes when you’re inside, slumped over a chair. “No, it’s okay. I changed my mind, I just want to go to bed. You should too, goodnight, Soobin.”

“Oh, goodnight, Y/n.”

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Regret. You truly regret dismissing Soobin’s attempts of helping your inevitable hang over. As you sit up in bed your head pounds annoyingly. It’s 6:09 AM, you work at 7:30, hopefully it’s enough time to reduce the pulsing in your skull.

“Good morning, Y/n. Are you feeling okay?” He asks you once you stumble out of bed and into your living quarters. “No, do you know if we have any pain killers?” You question, rubbing your face with your hands soothingly. A hand comes to rub your back as he answers, “I’ll get those right away, are you hungry?” You don’t know how he does it, but you can only concentrate on his hand as it rubs against your clothed back. Even the pounding in your head is an after thought compared to him. You manage to nod your head ‘yes’.

His touch is fleeting and leaves a subtle want in you as he opens up a random cabinet and searches for the medicine.

“Here, let me get you some water.” It’s really not your fault for how you feel, he was made to be specifically your type. The man of your dreams basically. He slides a cup of water your way, “Thank you, Soobin.” Your head tips back as you cram the pills into your mouth and take a swig of the water.

“How about we do something tonight? Just you and me? I really appreciate what you do around here.”

Even for a robot, he pauses, his eyes are wide as he processes your words before nodding. “Of course, I look forward to it.”

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You’re showered and fed by the time you get to your car, waving to Soobin as if he’s your house wife. You really hate leaving him, his presence has made your home so warm and comfy. Being single isn’t the most fun and he’s really made you miss being in a relationship. That is until you make it to your office and hear his voice. His makes Soobin’s somehow even nicer.

“Morning, Y/n. I heard you and the boss had a fun time last night. Wish you would’ve invited me.”

Sigh.

“Morning to you too, Hyun. Sorry, I didn’t know you would’ve wanted to go.” You swing around to face him, he leans against your door frame with his hands in his pockets.

“Maybe you could make it up to me? Whaddya say? You, me. Dinner tonight?” You were expecting this honestly, Hyun is constantly trying to advance this “relationship” as he calls it. He’s honestly like a mosquito. “Sorry, I can’t. I have plans with my friend.”

He only smiles and nods, “Do I know her?” His question catches you off guard, “Uh no, you don’t…” Sitting down, you turn on your pc and see what pages you have to edit today. But of course, it’s never that easy. “What’s her name?” You hold back the urge to smash your head into your keyboard.

Well, this is gonna be interesting.

“Soobin.”

A beat passes before his annoying laugh is heard, “That’s funny…that..that sounds like a guy’s name..” His laugh stops when you say “It is.”

“Oh, are you dating…?”

Your fists clench at that, “No, now I really need to get started.”

You wish it ended there, but it didn’t, not in your office, not at the printer, not even when you were walking to the bathroom.

Finally it’s time to go home, 5:26 and you’re so ready to do something with Soobin, without Hyun especially. You thankfully didn’t see him on your way out either, which was weird to be honest. He always makes a move on you in the parking lot. Maybe your constant rejection finally got through?

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Driving home was not fun, you swear this one car was following you. They were far enough away that you couldn’t see who was driving, but you know they were following you. Instead of going straight to your house you took a small detour to get them off your ass. Which thankfully worked. The car comes to a halt as you wait for your garage door to open, as soon as you’re inside you close it immediately. Hopefully that creep didn’t spot you.

“Soobin, I’m home.” A beat passes and still no response.

You cock an eyebrow at the silence. Hanging up your jacket on your coat hanger, you find a note on the counter.

Be back soon, getting dinner.

-Soobin

A breath of relief leaves you as you read it. That gives you enough time to change out of your work clothes. The pencil skirt you’re currently wearing might look great but it does not feel like it. Your legs are chafing and you’re pleased Soobin isn’t here to witness you shuffle awkwardly to your bedroom.

Unzipping the skirt snd unhooking your bra had you melting on the spot, even more so when you put on your favorite pair of fuzzy pajama pants and a nice tank top. Taking off your makeup was the cherry on top, you could seriously just throw yourself on your bed and pass out. But you’re way too excited to hang out with Soobin.

Knock Knock

Your head snaps towards the echoing knocking. Soobin has a spare key so it’s not him. Nevertheless, you go to open the door.

“Can I help yo-“ Color drains from your face, why is he here? At your door step? With a bouquet of flowers no less?

“Y/n, I’m glad I found the right house. I wanted to talk to you.” He smiles at you like he didn’t show up on your door step like an abandoned child. “How did you get my address?” Honestly you regret asking, you didn’t want to know.

He laughs before answering, “The only way I could without asking and sounding creepy, I followed you home!”

Your jaw drops, “You..followed me..home..?” You’re sure you’re on an episode of punked or something, this can’t be real.

He nods his head, hand sticking out to pass you the bouquet of tulips and daisies. A moment passes before you hesitantly take them, awkwardly holding them up. “I know you said you had plans tonight, but I really think you shouldn’t hang out with this Soobin guy. After all, you have me and he sounds like a total creep.”

You’ve seriously had enough, you draw the line at him questioning Soobin’s motives and yknow, him following you home.The grip on the frail stems tightens and the stinging pain of thorns is second in line to the steam coming out of your ears.

“Okay, I’ve had enough. We are not friends, you are a major creep. You followed me home yet have the audacity to point fingers at Soobin. You’ll never even be half the man he is, now get off of my porch and don’t even think of even looking in my direction again.” Your teeth are sore after your word vomit from being clenched so tightly.

He’s expressionless until his eyebrows furrow, an almost confused look settles on his face. “I’m not sure you understand, you and me are meant to be. Soobin brainwashed you or something to think of me like this, I didn’t think it was this bad. Come here.” He goes to grip your free hand, his sweaty palm has a shiver of disgust ring through you.

“No, don’t touch me. Fuck off.” The flowers fall to the ground as you try to pry his greasy fingers from your skin. The sound of something closing is lost on your ears as blood rushes by them from the sudden adrenaline.

“I’m trying to help you , Y/n. I know you love me.”

Tears prick your eyes , you’re totally overwhelmed and starting to panic.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” That voice didn’t come from the man desperately trying to kidnap you, it was from him.

“Soobin, please help. He won’t let go.” Relief floods your system and your knees almost give out when he steps forward. “Let go of her.” His voice shocks you, it’s stern and low, you try to not think about how hot he sounds.

“Oh, you’re Soobin? You’re the one corrupting my love.” Hyun let’s go to turn around fully, trying his best to look intimidating. It’s not working, Soobin is a solid foot taller than him. Hyun doesn’t seem to be aware of it though as he goes to poke a crude finger into the hard chest of your friend.

Soobin remains calm and it shocks you, AI or not, Hyun is unbelievably annoying.

“Do I need to help you leave? Or can you do it by yourself?” Soobin steps closer, a gulp sounds from Hyun and you have to stifle a giggle.

“This isn’t over, Y/n is mine.” He says before scurrying off to his car.

“Soobin, oh my god. Thank you.” You breath out a shuddered sigh as you basically fall into his embrace. “Hey, it’s okay. He’s gone, let’s go inside and eat while dinner is hot, Angel.”

You nod your head before pausing, what did he just call you? Better question, should you change your underwear? Because oh my god, that was hot. Angel is a special name for you, almost all of your ex’s called you that in bed. Hearing it leave Soobin’s mouth has something stirring inside.

“Uh, okay…” You swallow.

The house feels so much nicer when Soobin is home, so much more lively.

“What movie should we watch?” He asks, removing the takeout from the plastic bags. While thinking, your eyes drift down to his hands and notice how his veins protrude every time he grabs something, you follow one until it disappears under his skin.

“Y/n, are you okay? Did he hurt you at all?” Your friend asks concerned.

“Huh? Sorry, I’m fine, thank you. Do you wanna watch the first Harry Potter movie?”

“Absolutely, I love that movie. Here, take this. This is your fried rice, this is your egg drop soup, these are your crab rangoons, and this is your chow mein.” The food is hot in your arms, almost too hot, as you both walk towards your couch. You happily set the food on your coffee table.

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Harry Potter was captivating for the first 30 minutes, then Soobin became a little more interesting.

“Are you serious? I had no idea.” Your stunned face has him throwing back his head in laughter.

“Yea, it’s true. Maybe try using google?” He teases.

“Oh shut up…” You push his shoulder, something catches your attention as you do so. His eyes. You’ve never been so close to really study his eyes before. To test out your theory you put a hand on his shoulder, his eyes change into a darker brown with a tinge of red. Like a chocolate covered strawberry almost.

“I didn’t know your eyes changed color?”

“They’re mood changing, do you like them?” He smiles at you.

“I really do, they’re kind of red right now, what does that mean?” You lean in and pull down his lower eyelid to get a better look.

“Heh, it happens when you touch me” Your eyes go wide, hearing that makes you aware of how close you are and how your hand is still on his face. Harry Potter is only a sound in the background as Soobin grabs the hand touching face, and holds it.

The feelings you’ve been holding in feels like water boiling over the sides of a pot. The way he holds your hand, his gaze of red that’s becoming more apparent the more you look at one another. “Soobin…” Your voice is breathy and you’re not exactly sure why you said his name, it just felt right.

“Angel..” He replies, leaning closer. The name once again does something to you. Your heart might beat out of your chest if you’re not careful. You peak at his lips once more, the natural pout he has is calling you and you can’t take it anymore. Meeting him halfway, your lips shyly meet. It feels amazing though, you’ve been wondering what it’d be like to kiss him for so long now.

The kiss deepens as you both gain confidence, his free hand comes to settle on your waist.

The need for air stings eventually, it pains you more to pull away but you must. It only lasts for a second as you briefly make heated eye contact again, your lips slam together in a lust filled kiss. It’s messy and has the hand on your waist tightening it’s hold and pulling you even closer into him. Your own free hand makes it to his cheek.

His tongue makes its way into your mouth, this is so unlike the first kiss you shared. He was hesitant but now it’s completely different. The heat in the air is getting to you as you let out a whine.

“Soobin, I need you, please.” Your voice is pathetic as you beg for him to do something.

“I didn’t know you’d be so needy so fast…Angel.” The name has your heart skipping a beat and your thighs itching to rub together, Soobin smirks at your reaction. The hand holding your own gently lets go in favor of pushing you back against the couch. Your shirt has ridden a bit at the bottom, the cold-ish polyester against your exposed lower back has you jolting a little.

“You think I didn’t notice how you reacted to that name? Angel, you’re so cute, y’know that?” He hovers over you, leaning down to messily kiss down your neck, a hand moves from next to you to up the sides of your shirt.

The want you’ve been hiding has you already clenching around nothing as he rests his weight on you, now you’re able to feel how mouthwateringly hard he is. Which honestly confuses you, but he was also made for this so you don’t question it too much. You’re not sure you’re even able to right now, the way his hands feel on your skin, as well as how he’s working your collarbone like it owes him money.

Times like this you’re glad you don’t live in an apartment, the desperate noises he’s already pulling out of you would be tricky with such close neighbors.

“Can I take off your shirt?” He sweetly questions, tearing away from your skin to look you in the eyes. His eyes are a deeper wine colored red you take note as you nod your head. Soobin dips back in to kiss you again before removing the offending clothing.

In pure desperation, you raise his own shirt enough to feel his skin on yours. It’s addicting and you don’t stop raising his shirt until he gets the memo and grabs the back of it, pulling it over his head. The sight has you practically drooling. He’s toned, not too muscly, but just enough that it catches your attention.

“This is so cute on you.” He breathes out, tugging lightly on your bra before continuing, “But I really need to take it off.” You nod and clench when his hands warmly drift up your back to the clasp.

Your nipples instantly harden at the cool air and especially how he’s looking at you. His gaze lowers to your chest and eyes your nipples stiffening, without a second thought he latches on to one and sucks. His tongue occasionally flicks over it and it has your back arching, breathy whines leave your mouth as one of your hands ends up gripping the strands of hair at the back of his head.

“Soobin, please.”

“You sound so pretty for me. What do you need Angel?” He asks, an inch above your wet chest.

“I need to feel you, I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

That causes him to smirk, “You’ve been thinking about me? About us?”

You nod, heated cheeks on display. “How could I deny you, Angel.” He says before unbuttoning your jeans, he slips the zipper down and shuffles them off your legs. Now it’s time for him to undo his belt and nothing could break your attention away. The outline of him is obvious as he works his belt and pants.

“Ready?” He questions as he grips himself.

You nod as a finger slips up and down your slit, it has your hips bucking into his hand. He adds another and is thoroughly enjoying how wet you are for him. His fingers settle on your ever-growing clit and wow, your imagination does not compare to the actual thing.

He scoops some of your slick up and spreads it along his shaft, a couple veins shine because of it and it almost has you coming already. “Soobin.” You whine impatiently, a light chuckle leaves him as he guides himself to your entrance. One last glance is shared between you two before he pushes in, the initial sting has your fingers gripping the fabric under you, while a gasp leaves you both.

It’s a delicious feeling really, the fullness of him mixed with the pure intimacy of it all. He bottoms out and waits for you to adjust to him, “Y-you can move.” You’re already out of breath, the wind being knocked out of you when he simply pushed in.

For the first few thrusts Soobin is relatively quiet, it isn’t until he sets a good pace that the sounds rip out of him. “Fuck, you’re so good for me, Y/n. I knew you’d be.” His hands grip your hips to stop you from scooting upward every time he thrusts, the grip tightens every time you clench around him as well.

“From the second I saw you, I wanted to have you like this. God, you feel amazing. So tight and wet for me, you’re perfect.” The praise hurtles you closer and closer to finishing around him.

He breaths out and pushes himself to sit on his knees, your legs are thrown over his shoulders messily as he picks up his pace. The sound of skin hitting skin and your own whiney moans mixed with his gruff and gravely ones fills the room. Soobin takes it a step further and grinds hotly into you a few times. Pleasure fizzles in your abdomen and you know you don’t have long.

The way his hair sticks to his forehead, and how his skin is damp is a sight you’ve been waiting for. How gone he looks as he plunges himself inside you, deeper and deeper. You probably look pretty fucked out yourself, knowing you. His sneaky fingers trail down to your clit and his thumb doesn’t let up, even when you start spasming a bit.

“Soobin I’m so close.” Your face nuzzles into your arm as the growing feeling is close to exploding.

“Look at me.” You can’t hear him very well thanks to the blood rushing behind your ears so he takes it upon himself. His pointer finger and thumb grip your chin to move your head accordingly, his eyes meet yours again and the band snaps within you. Hips buck into his and your back arches, your eyes clamp shut as the euphoric feeling spreads from your pelvis to your limbs and abdomen.

He keeps going until he can’t anymore and stills. Loud groans are heard as he finishes in you and you hope you never forget how he sounds.

“Don’t worry, you can’t get pregnant from me.” He huffs out, which causes a laugh to leave you at the timing of his words.

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“Hey, Soob. My work is having a ‘bring your partner to work’ day today. I keep forgetting to ask you about it, do you wanna go? I’d like having you there.” You grip his arm in a hug as you ask.

“Sounds fun, I’d love being there with you. I’ll get dressed.” He smiles, giving you a sweet kiss before he departs.

The ride there was nice, Soobin just naturally relaxes you. Usually going to work sucks but he makes it better.

“Ok, here we are. I’m on the 6th floor.” You shut your door as does he.

“Wow and here I thought you were the CEO.” He jokes , taking your free hand in his. You side eye him with a joking glare. “Keep it up and I’ll make you take the stairs.”

Walking onto your floor was interesting, couples littered the desks and it was odd to see. Usually your floor is quiet and honestly…boring. The atmosphere was less gray and you liked it.

“Wow is this your office?” Soobin eyes the room with wide eyes.

“Yeah, do you like it? I think it represents me pretty well.” You grip a seat and drag it over to your chair before patting it. He obliges and sits down, peering at your computer screen as you turn it on and already get to clicking stuff.

“I will be right back, I have to get what I printed. I don’t like constantly staring at a screen so I print out my work, so wait here, k?” He nods and leans on your desk. You take a moment to admire his outfit , mainly his hair. It sits dreamily infront of his eyes, sometimes you honestly wonder how he’s able to see.

The printer soon comes into view and you can spot your paper on it as well. The second it’s in your hands you spin your heels and book it, not fast enough apparently.

“Y/n, wait up, let me walk with you.”

There’s no way. You’re hearing things. Turning your head around, you peak over your shoulder to incredulously gaze at Hyun, a soft slimy smile on his face.

“Can I help you?” You don’t stop walking, he unfortunately catches up to you though.

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tonight. Couples day has me in the mood for some…company. Ever since my girlfriend left me 5 years ago, y’know? And I think we’re the only ones here without a partner, so it’s a match made in hea-“ You finally enter your office and see Soobin wiggling a pencil in the air, that paired with Hyun’s reaction to Soobin even being there has a fierce giggle threatening to spill out.

“What’s he doing here? This is partners day.”

You sit down next to Soobin and he possessively reaches out for your hand, never breaking his glare towards the intruder.

“Well, Hyun, if you must know, he’s my boyfriend.” Your unimpressed stare doesn’t falter as he processes this information.

“You can leave now.” Soobin deadpans, getting up to shut the door. Hyun doesn’t get a word in before your boyfriend shuts the door in his face. You both share a look before he comes to sit down, patting your back soothingly.

You really thought it ended there because he didn’t bother you for the rest of the day.

That night when you’re perched on Soobin’s lap, lustful kisses being pressed onto the skin of your neck, is when you unexpectedly get a phone call. You’re literally humping his bulge when it happens. “Who is it?” He asks, feeling you up regardless.

Peering over his shoulder, “Mm, just a random number. Should I answer it?” You smile flirtatiously at him. He catches on and leans back to grab the phone, giving you a wink before you press accept.

“Hello?” It takes your boyfriend a millisecond to get back to his antics, but this time his hands are on your ass, guiding your movements over him. His eyes tinge pink before settling for the usual red they usually are during certain escapades.

“Is this Y/n? It’s me Hyun.” Soobin halts, you both stare at each other in shock. His eyebrows furrow, he goes back to what he was doing, now, with a purpose and you can definitely feel the difference. The wine red of his eyes change once more, this time a deep purple.

He nips at your neck and it’s starting to become difficult to speak coherently.

“H-how did you get my number?” His hands knead your ass and the button of his jeans hits your clit, you try to cough away the gasp that escapes you but you’re sure it didn’t help.

“I got it from the office’s-“ You don’t hear the rest because Soobin has decided to turn around and drop you on your bed. You giggle at the way you bounce before remembering you’re on the phone, you laugh out a “sorry, what?” before remembering who you’re talking to.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” The more Hyun presses the more clothes you lose. Your boyfriend pops open your pant’s button and fly before tearing down the pants from your legs, your shirt next.

“Y-yea I’m fine. Is there something you need, Hyun?”

You thankfully weren’t wearing a bra, Soobin seems very grateful. His bites and sucks has your underwear dampening even more and an insatiable need falling over you. Hyun says something but you can’t make it out. The man on top of you takes the hand holding your phone and sets it on your comforter, plucking the device from your grip and throwing it into your pillows.

“Got you all to myself now. God, you’re so wet.” He slips off your ruined underwear and slides a few fingers up and down your wetness, getting them ready for you.

The first breach of his middle finger is satisfying, but not as much as his cock. You’ll get that eventually though.

It doesn’t take long for him to have added another and to slam them into you. His fingers are long and slender, they have your thighs clamping together. Which Soobin is having none of, his free hand forces your legs apart and your clit throbs from the feeling.

“Soobin, please fuck me. Need you so bad.” Your hands settle on his lower abdomen, slightly scratching the skin. “I love when you beg for me, love when you beg for me to fuck this tiny little cunt.” Your lower lip trembles at his words and you mentally prepare yourself. Soobin isn’t usually this dirty, but you’re not complaining.

The man teases your slit, sticking in his tip and hissing when your walls beg him to keep going. But he pulls out in favor of swirling his head around your, now, wet clit. “You love this don’t you, baby?” He huffs out. Before you’re able to answer, he pushes in, you throw your head back and enjoy the feeling of his veins and ridges gliding along your gummy walls so perfectly.

“There you go, baby, you like it when I fill this cute cunt up with my cock?” Nodding and whining wasn’t cutting it this time.

“Use your words.”

“Y-yes, I love it.” Your hands reach for his shoulders, trying to stay coherent for a little longer.

“I know, baby, I know.”

His thrusts pick up momentum and soon his hips are smacking into you. “You’re mine, aren’t you, baby? All mine, no on else’s.” His pelvic bone grazes your clit and you’re finding it hard to speak. All that comes out is babbling and needy whines and moans, “That good? Am I fucking you that good?” You nod furiously, hoping he’ll take that as an answer.

Just like the first time you had sex, he takes your legs into his hands. But this time he presses them to your chest and groans at the sight of you so exposed for him. The way your cunt takes him so effortlessly does things to him.

Soon, he notices the way you clench, and how your breathing becomes quicker. Suddenly, a moan that does not belong to either of you echos. His eyebrows furrow but when he makes eye contact with your pillows he understands. He tries not to stop his pace too much as he leans forward to rummage for your phone.

His lips curl in a devious smirk when he sees the call is still going.

“You enjoying this, Hyun? How I fuck my girl? Do you wish you were here instead of me? Getting to see and feel how fucking wet she is, how tight her little cunt is? What it looks like when she’s full of cum? Call her one more time and I promise you it’s not going to end well.” The only thing that’s heard is a gasp and a choked moan before Soobin hangs up. He exhales before he grips your thighs and jackhammers his hips into you.

“Coming, fuck, I’m coming.” You practically yell, legs shaking as you release all over his cock. The added wetness and the way there’s a white ring forming around his base pushes him over the edge, he spills inside you, hips stuttering to an end.

“Hopefully that helps get him off your back, but I’m happy to do this again if it doesn’t.” He smiles, leaning in to capture your lips.

“You okay?” He questions, pulling out, wiping his forehead with his forearm as well.

“Yea, I am. I love you, Soob.”

The sentiment and the nickname has his dark brown eyes swirl with light pink. “I love you too.”

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Flannel

Jackson!Joel Miller x gn!reader

Masterlist : Taglist

Summary: Joel comes back from patrol with some clothes for you, but doesn't understand the sentimentality of your old one.

Warnings: Uh nothing?

Immersability: Reader is gender neutral bc I saw no reason to have a gender, however, i generally write fem!reader so if I slip up and used a pronoun or something fem presenting, let me know!

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"Honey?" You call to your husband downstairs. Joel was cooking dinner. It was getting chilly, even with the generated heat in Jackson, and you wanted to wrap up in your favorite flannel. It was a worn thing, dirty and stained and more than a few patches but it was a comfort to you.

"Hm?" Joel couldn't hear you. His hearing in his bad ear had only gotten worse as he aged, so you hopped your way down the stairs to see him. God he looked good with an apron on.

"Joel, baby, have you seen my flannel?"

He turned to you as he stirred the soup. It smelled amazing. "The one I just brought back? It's on the bed, last time I saw."

Joel had found a box of old winter clothes while looking through houses on an overnight search, and stole a flannel aside just for you earlier this week. It was a great flannel, thick and warm and durable, and you were so, so grateful, but not the one you were looking for.

You shook your head. "No, not that one." Taking out spoon, you sneak a sip of the tomato soup he had been brewing; garlic bread was in the oven.

"Hey." Joel playfully smacked your hand away. "I promised Ellie taste tasting."

"Damn right you did!" Ellie sauntered in, snatching the spoon away as Joel obligatory reminded her of her manners. "Delicous, when's dinner?"

Peeking in the oven, Joel decided the toast was toasty enough and grabbed a oven mitt. "I think right about now." Ellie woops and Joel turns to you. "Sorry darl'n, what was it you were look'n for?"

"My old flannel." You clarify. "I was hanging up last I rememeber."

Joel instructed Ellie to set the table, please and thank you. "Oh that old old thing? I donate it last week after I brought you a new one."

"Donated it? To who? I was falling apart." You begin to panic, heart beating at the thought of your comfort item being gone. Why would Joel do that? You had to get it back.

Looking confused, he set up dinner, even platting up yours and Ellie's soup and bread and a simple salad. "To scraps. You said it yourself, it was falling apart."

"But Joel, why? It was mine."

"Technically, it was mine." Joel tried to joke, but when Ellie cough, he looked to her and she made a face at him. Joel turned to you and saw your forlorn expression, he realized this wasn't a joke. "I'm sorry, baby. I thought you wouldn't need it since I got you a knew one."

"Joel, you can't just give away things that are mine…"

He nodded, setting down the food to give you his full attention. "You're right, darl'n." Joel took you in his arms, kissing your forehead. "I really am sorry, do you forgive me?"

You did, and you told him as much, then tried to sit down for a meal with your family. Joel clocked right away something was wrong, but opted to wait until family dinner was over. When he found you crying in the bedroom, he knew he fucked up, he just didn't understand why. It was just a flannel, a flannel that was useless. In fact, he specifically got the new one for you so that you could get rid of it. Joel thought you deserved the best, and he'd give you the best he could provide.

"Darl'n?" He asked carful as he approached. "What's wrong?"

You sniffle, wiping your eyes. "I'm sorry, I was trying to get it together."

"Is this about the shirt?"

"Yeah."

"But... Why? I'm sorry baby, I know you wanted to keep it... but I don't understand wasting your tears on it?" He cleared his throat. "Not that it's not important, it obvious is, I just don't understand... why?"

You smile at him, knowing he's trying him best. It was sweet, how much effort he put into being a good husband for you and a good dad for Ellie. "Do you remember the day you found me?"

"Clear as day."

It wasn't a fond memory to Joel. He was out on patrol when you came across you, starving and cold and stumbling; he wrapped you up in his flannel and took you on his horse to Jackson, and you never gave it back. To you, the flannel smelled like safety, like home. Wrapped up in its warmth that day, it smelled like Joel and in his arms you knew you were safe.

"That flannel makes me feel safe because it reminds me of you, it reminds me of the day you saved me, it makes me feel safe..."

Joel started carefully. "Darl'n, do you not feel safe?"

You shook your head vehemently, shaking off with it such a notion. "I feel safe, especially with you." Resting your head on his shoulders, you take his scent that comforted you so much. "It's just... I dunno, like a kid with a blanket or teddy, I guess."

Joel nodded. "I'm really sorry, darl'n. Really. I'll check by first thing tomorrow, see if they havn't cut it up and repurposed it yet, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You sniffle, rubbing your face on his shirt but he didn't seem to mind. "And it's okay, you didn't mean anything by it."

*

It was already cut up, to late and too tattered to save in any meaningful way. He let you know, but you didn't seem so upset anymore; Joel had let you pick out a shirt of his to steal from now on, and you had already assumed it was gone.

What you didn't know is Joel had saved the scraps, taking them over to Maria and asking for help. He wasn't a creative by any means, but he did know how to sew a little. Being a single dad on a tight budget he had gotten hang of fixing up holes.

What he didn't know was what to do with the fabric; the final project was Maria's idea. She cut out the pattern for him and gave him the stuffing as well as a place to work away from your eye. When it was done, Joel held it up to her, rather proud. It turned out pretty nice.

*

"Darl'n?! You home?" Joel called a few days later.

"Upstairs, Joel!"

Joel approaches you doing the laundry, wearing the new flannel no less. His hands were behind his back. "I got a surprise you for you."

The broad smile on his face piqued your interest. "Oh?"

With pride, Joel reveals to you a plaid, stuffed, teddy bear.

"Joel..." You speak softly, taking the toy in your hands "Is that...?"

"My shirt? Yes ma'am." He was beaming. "They had already cut it up by the time I got to up, but I was able to save the scraps. Maria helped me with a pattern and we got this put together."

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over quickly. "Oh honey..."

His face flattered. "Oh, was I not supposed to-" You cut him off with a hug, burying you head in the warmth of his chest that had softened in age. "This is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me..."

You slept with the teddy bear in your arms, Joel's arm around you that night. This was even better than a flannel. The flannel would continue to wear and tear, needing to be patched up and cleaned the stains out of. A teddy bear would be there forever.

Just like Joel

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Sweet baby Joel, trying his best <3

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[alexsoenomel]

Dreamy Skirts (Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)

Summary: Sam likes you in your skirt so a night out turns into something cheeky.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: oral sex

Word count: 1504

Note: This was a dream I had when I was 18. Enjoy! Like/reblog or both if you like it! :)

“I think I’m going to like it here.” Sam said excited while putting his bag and backpack on the bedroom floor.

It was summer and after he and his brother almost got killed on a hunt you decided enough was enough. You needed a break from everything. Nothing bad was happening in your area so you decided to take a trip to Miami. You planed the whole thing just the three of you. Hotel by the beach with great food and even found Dean a separate room which made him very happy. You and Sam tend to be….loud, sometimes.

“I think so too.” You smiled.

“Perfect time to catch up on my reading.”

“Just how many books have you brought with you Sam?” You asked knowing his book worm tendencies.

“Maybe, possibly 3?” He said looking down shyly.

You smiled remembering how you liked watching him read, the way he would get lost in the book made you happy more than the words can explain. You got closer to him wrapping your hands around his body pulling him into a tight hug. His hands rested on your back drawing small cycles on it.

“I love you. Thank you for convicting me to go on this vacation with you. I need it.”

“I love you too. And I know you do. I was worried about you. Sometimes I really hate being a hunter. ”

He smiled. “I know.”

Day one you slept in. Neither swimming nor going out, you were dead tired from the drive, so you spent in bed talking about life and eating junk food. Dean on the other hand had other things to do….like get laid.

Day two on the other hand was different. Unforgettable. After spending the whole day on the beach you wanted to go out and have a drink. Sam on the other hand wanted to go to bed at 9pm.

“But I’m tired.” He said. “And don’t really want to drink.”

“Pretty please?” You made a sad puppy dog face hoping he would surrender.

“We spend all day swimming  where do you find the energy?” He asked and got under the covers on his side of the bed. He was wearing his black boxers and a white shirt aka his pajamas.  

“I always have the energy for alcohol.” You simply said. “Come on it will be fun…plus…” You got closer to him and kissed his cheek. “I will wear something nice for you.” You whispered into his ear sending shivers down his spine.

“You are making this very hard for me (Y/N).” 

“That’s the point genius.” You lowered your lips onto his neck feeling him breathe nervously. “Oh come on.”

“If I go now, tomorrow I want to just sit by the pool and read.” He finally said.

“Deal tomorrow will be our book club day.”

“Fine.” He got up, took his clothes from his bag and went towards the bathroom to get ready.

“Love you.” You said.

“I know you do.” You heard him say.

While he was in the bathroom you took the time to get ready. You decided a black high waisted skirt and a white crop top was the way to go. You didn’t wear skirts but when you did (some cases demanded a more classy wardrobe choices) you would always catch Sam staring and undressing you with his eyes while licking those god damn perfect lips of his. Teasing him to get what you want was your favorite pastime. The fact was you have always been a shy girl with so little confidence, but being with Sam gave you something you never knew you had, freedom. It was freeing to know you could do anything you wanted and make the first steps without getting judged or criticized. As you were about to do your makeup in front of the mirror that was near the bed you shared, Sam finished with the bathroom. He decided to wear pants and a flannel shirt. Classic Winchester.  When he entered the room he saw you getting lost in your makeup bag looking for god knows what. He stood there leaning on door frame looking at you and thinking how beautiful you looked and how no other human being had made him feel the way you did. He was lost in your beauty and fragileness in that very moment, but he also thought how sexy you looked in that skirt and how he suddenly had an urge to be underneath it making you moan his name over and over again.

Suddenly he wrapped his strong arms around your small frame and started kissing your neck which he knew it was your weakest link. You put your eyeliner on the table as soon as you felt his lips on your skin. You smirked looking at the mirror.

“So you are not tired after all?” You teased.

“I don’t think I am anymore.” He said between kisses.

“I need to put on some make up I want to look good for you.”

His hand traveled up in your skirt feeling your delicate skin of your inner thigh on his fingertips. A sigh escaped from your lips. Oh how you liked when he did that.

“You don’t need makeup.” His hand moved between your legs causing you to moan a little. “You are perfect without it.”  Sam’s confidence had always been a huge turn on for you. Suddenly you weren’t in the mood for drinks anymore.

“What has gotten into you Sammy?” You asked seductively biting your lip. “Is it the skirt?”

“Maybe…”He smirked. His hand was still underneath your skirt, slowly rubbing you through your panties. You got on your tiptoes and moaned even louder this time. “I really like it.”

“I’m glad you do.” You managed to say as you turned to face him. You place the tip of your index finger on his lips feeling its wetness and warmth. “So no drinks tonight then?”

“Seems like it.”

“Perfect.” You said and kissed him. He kissed back with no hesitation, with even more passion and fire making your body ache for him. You became needy and vulnerable under his touch. Breaking the kiss you took his hand and sat on the edge of the bed pulling him closer to him for another kiss. He bit your lower lip instantly knowing you would whimper as he pushed you down on the bed. He was right, you did whimper a little. You always do. You moved upwards onto the bed while Sam was on top of you balancing himself with his elbows. You took the shirt off with ease showing off your white bra as Sam watched you closely like you were an art form. When you tried to take of your skirt he stopped you.

“Don’t.”

“Sammy do you actually have a thing for my skirts? Because I have seen you stare multiple times.”

“I’m guilty. I can’t help it.”

“God I love you.” You said feeling like the luckiest person alive. And you indeed were.

“Likewise (Y/N)” Sam smiled and started to kiss your neck again. You tugged on his gorgeous locks of hair while his hand went underneath your skirt again. His kisses moved on your collar bones then between your breasts making you weak and needy while his hand worked the same magic again making you wet by the minute. When his mouth was close to the hem of your skirt he stopped to look at you. You were panting from just his kisses looking at the blank ceiling. He smirked and moved his head between your legs and you lost him. Suddenly he took off your panties. Dear Lord….

A few seconds passed and you could feel your body coming alive from all that pleasure he was giving you with his tongue.

“Sammy…” You moaned. “Fuck.”

The pleasure kept building up until you found yourself moaning uncontrollably. “I THINK I’M GONNA-“

And you did. Stood up on his knees between your legs with his chin shining. He took off your skirt and whipped himself clean before he kissed you again.

His clothes soon after went on the floor and your hands were all over his skin. You flipped him at one point so you were now on top of him kissing and biting him more than you should. You were such a tease sometimes. He was in his boxers so you took the chance to feel his hardness…

“What’s that?” You suddenly asked.

“What?”

“That song? Are you serious?” You laughed.

Someone played Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley. You thought for a second it came from the outside but the truth was it was your alarm. Your little paradise disappeared and you woke up all hot and bothered. It was Monday and time for work. You were still single and Sam still wasn’t real.

“Are you fucking serious?!” You whispered angrily and turned the alarm off forcing yourself back to sleep. Fuck work. Fuck everything...for like 5 more minutes.

Mondays were truly great.

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[schrodingerspsycho]

I Just Want You To Be Happy - Chapter 1

Pairing - Taissa Turner x Van Palmer x Reader

Warnings - None

Word Count - 4.1k

Summary - With her life in shambles, Taissa seeks solace in the only place she knows, but everything changes when she finds out that Van isn't alone.

Author's Note - 2021 timeline. Also Van doesn't have cancer :)

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Taissa smoothed out her hair and took a deep breath, summoning the courage to open the door. The bell chimed and she glanced around, and after a moment her eyes landed on the redheaded woman behind the counter. She was just as beautiful as Tai remembered, her scars fainter and her blue eyes brighter than the last time they saw each other. Their eyes met, and a look of recognition and disbelief dawned on the woman’s face.

“Tai?”

“Hey, Van.”

It was as if time had stood still, and she could tell that Van felt it too. And despite all the chaos in her life, Tai felt a sense of calm seeing Van again after all these years.

“Babe, did you want to put out this new shipment now, or wait until- oh.”

The moment shattered when you walked out through the beaded curtain. You, a gorgeous woman with shining eyes and graying hair, wearing a flannel shirt that Tai knew was Van’s. You immediately clocked the tension in the air and put a comforting hand on Van’s shoulder, leaning in to whisper something to her. She turned to you and smiled softly, a look that had once been reserved only for Tai. Her head began to spin, and when Van turned back to her, her voice sounded muffled and far away. She stumbled forward, and just as she tried to reach out for something to hold onto, her vision went black.

When she came to, Tai found herself in a new yet familiar bedroom. Van’s bedroom. Your bedroom. She walked out slowly, as if in a trance, and found you and Van standing in the living room, talking in hushed voices. Then you glanced up and saw her, and your face lit up with a friendly smile. “She’s awake.”

Van turned to her with an unreadable expression, her eyebrows pinched together in that adorable way that Tai both loved and hated. “Tai,” she said, sounding strained. Then she gestured to you. “This is my partner, Y/N. Y/N, this is Taissa.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said, giving her a small wave. Taissa could only nod.

“So, are you gonna tell me why you’re here, or are we just gonna pretend this isn’t super weird? I mean, it’s been a long time. A really fucking long time.”

Taissa looked away, unable to make the words leave her throat. Van’s gaze softened slightly.

“It’s happening again, isn’t it? The sleepwalking?”

Tai smiled, big and bright and fake, and made finger guns at Van. “I got you something,” she said, walking over to her purse. She pulled out the pen she’d bought from the trucker and clicked it nervously as she approached. She chuckled as she handed it to Van, who smiled as she reached for it.

“Holy shit,” she breathed as she inspected it. “I can’t believe they still make these.”

“Yeah, you remember when we swapped that fancy guest book pen for one of those at Shauna’s wedding?”

“Yeah. Mrs. Taylor almost had a stroke. I can see her bosoms!” She turned the pen over with a look of bewilderment, holding it out for you to watch as the ink drained away to reveal a naked woman. You and Van laughed at the same time, and Tai couldn’t tell whose voice was whose. “Oh my god,” Van said, locking eyes with you. Tai’s smile faded.

Then Van looked back at her, all levity replaced with concern. “So,” she asked, her voice low. “How bad is it?”

Tai didn’t answer.

“I’m gonna go back down to the store, and give you two some time to talk,” you chimed in, smiling reassuringly at Van. You placed a hand on the small of her back and she reached out to stroke your side, nodding.

“Okay,” she agreed, and you leaned in and kissed her. It was a comfortable, loving kiss, one you had clearly shared countless times. Tai’s stomach twisted into a knot.

“Alright, come on,” Van sighed once you left the room. She sat down on the couch and gestured to the spot next to her, her eyes never leaving Tai. “Sit down and tell me all about it.”

So Taissa did just that. It was difficult at first, but Van was patient and understanding like always, and eventually, she shared all the things that had been haunting her for the past few weeks. It felt good to finally open up, and Van was the only person who could make her do it. They fell right back into the rhythm they’d had as teenagers, and if she tried hard enough, Taissa could pretend that nothing had changed.

“Well, what now?”

“Well, um, first I was hoping I could take a shower.”

“I’m serious.”

“Well, so am I. I just hitchhiked across Pennsylvania. I do not smell great,” Tai laughed. She knew that Van would see through the deflection, but if she didn’t laugh, she knew she would cry.

“Alright,” Van agreed after a moment. “I’ll get you a towel and some clothes.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Van stood up from the couch and stretched, and Tai stayed there with her knees held to her chest for a few seconds longer. Then she got up and followed Van into her bedroom, leaning uncertainly in the doorway.

“So, you and Y/N. How did that happen?” Tai asked, with her best attempt at casual conversation.

“We met on a dating app,” Van said dismissively, not looking up from the dresser.

“I never took you for the online dating type,” Tai commented. “How long have you been together?”

“A little over five years.”

“Wow, five years. That’s a long time.” Tai tried to ignore the aching in her chest. “So, are you living together, or…?”

“Yeah, we are,” Van sighed. “They moved in three years ago, a few months after they started working at the store. And you should be grateful because they’ve got some clothes that are more your style.” She held out a stack of towels and clothes, with a black turtleneck on top that Van wouldn’t be caught dead in.

“A-are you sure? Shouldn’t you ask-?”

“They won’t mind,” Van snapped tiredly. Taissa took the clothes, feeling dejected, and followed Van into the bathroom. “You can use any of the soaps and shampoos we have in there. I’m gonna help Y/N close the store, and then we’ll be back up. We can talk more about what to do then.”

“Thank you, Van,” Taissa said, and Van nodded. She started to walk away, but Tai called out before she could reach the stairs. “Wait! How much does Y/N know about me? About… us?”

Van scoffed. “Enough,” she said darkly. “They know enough.”

And just like that, Taissa was left alone.

When Taissa left the bathroom, she heard Van’s laughter coming from the kitchen. It was loud and joyous, just like she remembered, and she couldn’t help but smile. But then the kitchen came into view, and her smile faltered when she remembered who was making Van laugh. You were standing at the stove with your arm around her waist, and she leaned into you as she reached for a tomato. You said something else to her and she laughed again, bumping you with her hip, and you pulled her in for a kiss. Tai knew she shouldn’t watch, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn away. Maybe she was punishing herself for all the decisions that had led her here, so many of them rash and wrong. Or maybe she was just trying to remind herself of reality. Van was taken now, and so was she. She had a wife. Taissa fiddled with her wedding ring and stared as you and Van grinned at each other, exchanging words Taissa didn’t need to hear to understand.

“Taissa, hey!” you called cheerily when you spotted her. Van’s face fell when she turned to Tai, giving her a brief glare before grabbing a knife and focusing on slicing the tomato. “Figured you’d be hungry, so we’re making dinner a little early. I hope you like veggie burgers!”

“Oh yeah, I love them,” Tai said with a weak smile.

“Great! They should be done in about ten minutes.”

“Do you guys need any help, or-��

“No, we’ve got it.” Van didn’t even look up from the cutting board.

“Just sit down and make yourself at home,” you smiled. If you picked up on Van’s unease, you didn’t show it. Taissa wanted to believe that you couldn’t.

She sat down at the small table and waited, trying not to watch the two of you as you cooked. Everything was so domestic, and if she weren’t seeing it unfold before her very eyes, she wouldn’t have been able to picture Van in such a settled and tranquil space. Of course, this was what Van had wanted all along, she remembered. She just hadn’t been there for it.

“Alright, dinner is served!” you exclaimed as you took the burgers out of the pan. Tai got up and you handed her a plate, nodding to the toppings Van had set up on the counter. Van dished out a generous helping of french fries for her as she dressed her burger.

“Thank you for dinner, both of you,” Taissa said sincerely as she went to sit down. “This food looks amazing.”

“Of course,” Van replied with a tight-lipped smile.

“What can I get you to drink?” you asked her. “We have Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper, beer… babe, what else do we have?”

“I’ll just have some water, please,” Taissa answered before Van could respond. You nodded and filled a glass for her, and she thanked you again. Van grabbed a beer for herself and turned to you, and at the slightest shake of your head, she handed you a Dr. Pepper.

Once her hosts were seated, with you across from her and Van between you, Taissa finally dug into her food. And you were right, she was hungry. She wasn’t sure how many hours it had been since she’d eaten. But even if she had just finished a full-course meal, she wouldn’t be able to deny that this was the best veggie burger she’d ever tasted.

“Oh my god, this is delicious,” she said, speaking around the bite in her mouth.

“Thank you,” you smiled, and Van grinned at you proudly. “The secret is to use Havarti cheese.”

“And don’t forget about your special seasoning recipe,” Van said. “That’s the real key to these things.”

“Well, yes, but I can’t divulge all my secrets,” you replied playfully. “I would lose my air of mystery.”

“Well, whatever it is, it’s amazing,” Tai said genuinely. You and Van both smiled at her.

“So, Taissa, have you ever been to Pennsylvania before?” you asked. Tai shook her head.

“I’ve driven through it a few times, but I’ve never stayed anywhere.”

“In that case, we’ll have to give you a tour around town one of these days. Show you all the best spots.”

“I’d like that.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N’s a great tour guide,” Van said. “They know this town like the back of their hand.”

“Yep, born and raised,” you said proudly. “Van had lived here for years before we met, and she still didn’t know half of the best places.”

“It helped you keep date nights interesting,” Van shrugged, a mischievous smirk on her face.

“That’s ‘cause you weren’t that hard to impress,” you fired back. She laughed, and you gazed at her adoringly. Tai took another bite of her burger.

After that, the conversation became stunted and awkward, with you putting in more work than Tai and Van combined. Despite the tension, you were a perfect host, and Tai had to admire that. Once everyone had finished eating you stood up and gathered the dishes. Van tried to help you, but you snatched the plate from her hand and planted a quick kiss on her forehead. She shot you an annoyed glance but opted to take another sip of her beer instead of protesting.

“Let me help you with the dishes,” Taissa said as you turned on the sink.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. You’re our guest.”

“I showed up unannounced and you took me in. I insist.”

“Well, alright then,” you smiled, handing her the sponge.

Van sighed. “God dammit. I think I left my phone down in the office. I’m gonna go get it.”

“Okay,” you nodded, giving her a reassuring glance. The two of you shared a look, but Van had disappeared down the stairs before Taissa could decipher what it meant.

“Is she okay?” Tai asked.

“Just a little overwhelmed, I think.”

“I hope my being here isn’t upsetting either of you. I really don’t want to impose.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about it. We’re happy to help.”

“Are you sure? I can get a hotel room-”

“Nonsense.” The look on your face made Tai wish the floor would open up and swallow her. “I know the history you have with Van. Some of it, at least. And we are going to do everything we can to help you. You can stay as long as you need.”

You fell into silence after that, slowly falling into a rhythm as Tai handed you the freshly washed dishes for you to dry. She hated to admit it, but your presence was oddly comforting. She knew it had to be the sleep deprivation, but the calm was welcome nonetheless.

“Turns out I remembered to get my phone at just the right time,” Van said, coming up the stairs just as you were putting the final dish back in the cabinet. “Guess who got ahold of her mom’s phone.”

“Oh no, did April call you?” you chuckled, smiling at her. Van nodded.

“What did she want?”

“Oh, the usual. She told me about her hamster’s day and asked when she could come and stay with us again. And last week at a sleepover she discovered Mary Poppins and she asked if I had seen it.” Van grinned at you as you laughed, walking over to stand at her side. Tai couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Van this happy.

“What’d you tell her?”

“That I love that movie. Then she asked if we had it at the store and if we could watch it the next time she visits. I think she really wants to spend another weekend with us.”

“Oh, you think?” you joked, putting your arms around her shoulders. “What we need to do is give that kid a VCR. I’ve never seen someone so fascinated by VHS tapes, and I live with you.”

“Yeah, maybe when she’s old enough for me to know she won’t break it.”

“Oh, c’mon. She wouldn’t break it if Aunt Vanny told her not to. You know you’re her favorite.”

“Yeah, right,” Van chuckled as she pulled you in for a kiss. Then she sighed, and you furrowed your brow in concern at the same time Taissa did.

“What’s wrong?” you asked her softly.

“Nothing. It’s just, y’know… when your sister took her phone back-”

“Oh no, what did she say?”

“That I look really tired and stressed out, and I should try one of her meditation techniques. I love that woman, but the word ‘tact’ is not in her vocabulary.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” you scoffed, hugging Van tightly.

After a few moments, Taissa cleared her throat, and you pulled back and gave Van a cheeky grin.

“Tai,” Van sighed, as if she’d forgotten she was there. Or as if she wished she wasn’t.

“Who called?” Tai asked, acting as though she hadn’t heard your whole conversation.

“April, my niece,” you answered. “Apparently she got ahold of my sister’s phone.”

“She’s around Sammy’s age,” Van said, and a shiver ran down Tai’s back at the mention of her son. “And speaking of, we need to figure out what we’re doing here so you can get back to him. I mean, did you have any semblance of a plan when you showed up here?”

“No, I… I hadn’t really… thought that far ahead,” Taissa said weakly. “I-I have no idea what to do.”

Van sighed, and you rubbed her arm comfortingly. “Okay, well, then let’s brainstorm. ‘Cause I don’t think what we did last time is gonna work again.”

“I’m not asking you to do what we did last time.”

“Then what do you expect me to do, Tai?” Van cried exasperatedly, stepping toward her. “Look, I get that you need help. But I have a life, and I can’t just put everything on hold because you decided to come up here and drop your fucking anvil on me out of the blue!”

“Van,” you said, your voice steady. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. I just-”

“No, you’re right,” Taissa interrupted. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“Oh, fuck you, dude. Don’t make me convince you to let me help you. You know I’m not letting you leave here like this, so at least you could have the decency to actually ask for my help.”

Tai turned to face Van, the meltdown brewing inside her evident in her eyes. “I killed my fucking dog, Van. My wife is in the hospital. I’m losing my fucking mind, and I’m terrified! Like all the way. Like I haven’t been since… I can’t ask you for your help, ‘cause I don’t want to hurt any more of the people I love! God, what have I done?” she sobbed, putting her head in her hands.

“Hey. Look, we’ll figure it out,” Van said softly, stepping closer and rubbing her back. “Come on. We’ll figure this out.” She opened her arms and Tai buried her head in her shoulder, clutching desperately at her sleeve. Van held her and stroked her hair as she cried. Then she looked up and met your gaze, a sad look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Tai sniffed when she finally stopped crying. “I-I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Van breathed, still rubbing her back.

“Why don’t we all just take a breather?” you said calmly. “We can worry about coming up with a plan tomorrow, once we’re all rested and in a better headspace. We can watch a movie, I’ll make tea and popcorn. How does that sound?”

Van turned to Tai, who nodded feebly. She couldn’t muster a verbal response. She could barely look you in the eye. She hadn’t felt this drained in years.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Okay,” you smiled, and Van gave you a grateful look.

“Come on, you can choose the movie,” she said, leading Tai to the stack of tapes by the TV as you made your way to the kitchen. “You can look at the ones down in the store too, if you want.”

Tai welcomed the distraction and quickly found her favorite movie in Van’s collection. Well, what her favorite movie used to be.

Van woke up hours later to the sound of static coming from the TV. She turned it off and looked to see both you and Taissa asleep on either side of her. She pushed your head off of her shoulder gently and stumbled up from the couch, making her way into the kitchen for a glass of water. Then she felt a hand grab her shoulder and she spun around, and suddenly Taissa was kissing her. Through her sleepy daze, she recognized that this was wrong, but she couldn’t find it in herself to stop it.

“Whoa, Tai,” she gasped when she finally pushed away. Then she saw the dark look in Taissa’s eyes. “Oh, you’re the other one, aren’t you?” she murmured. Taissa nodded slowly, bobbing her head in a mesmerizing circular motion. “What do you want?”

“This isn’t where we’re supposed to be,” she rasped, beginning to walk away. Van stood there, baffled, trying to make sense of what just happened. Then she realized that Taissa was approaching you, and alarm bells began going off in her head.

“Hey, hey. No no no. No! Taissa!” Van leapt into action, dashing to the couch as fast as she could. But Taissa got to you first and slammed her hands onto your shoulders, startling you awake. She was gripping you hard, and Van saw your eyes fill with fear as she leaned in.

“You,” she growled. You whimpered.

“Don’t fucking touch them!” Van shouted, shoving Tai away and planting herself in front of you. She glared at Tai as she woke back up, her eyes darting between you in horror.

“Oh god, what did she do? What did I do?”

“Just don’t, Taissa.”

“Van, I’m so sorry. I-”

“Fucking. Don’t.”

You grasped Van’s hand from behind her and relief washed over her. But she couldn’t let her guard down just yet.

“We’re going to bed,” Van said, her voice gravelly. “We’ll discuss this in the morning. Get some sleep, Taissa.”

She turned and helped you to your feet, ignoring Taissa’s muffled sounds of protest. Once you were in your bedroom she locked the door and turned to you, worried tears in her eyes. “Are you okay?” she asked, placing a hand on your chest.

“I’m fine,” you reassured her, covering her hand with your own. “Are you okay?”

“Did she hurt you?” Van said, her voice pleading.

You shook your head. “No. No, she didn’t hurt me.”

“Oh, thank god,” Van gasped, pulling you into a tight hug. She always knew that her past would come back to haunt her, but she had hoped that she would be able to protect you. But now her worst fears were starting to come true, and she felt just as helpless as she had back then. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Hey, come on. You have nothing to apologize for. You know that.”

“No, I do,” she insisted. “I’m the reason she’s here. I knew how dangerous she could get, and I just let her-”

“Van-”

“-I shouldn’t have made you deal with her, this is my mess-”

“Van!” you exclaimed, finally getting her attention. “It’s okay,” you said softly as you tucked her hair behind her ear, your fingers brushing gently against her scars. “I’m okay. We’re okay.”

“I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt by this,” Van croaked.

“Give me a little credit. I can handle myself just fine,” you chuckled. “You don’t need to worry about me. You told me everything I needed to know about Taissa’s sleepwalking, and I told you I was okay with her staying here. I’m not going to shun her for something she can’t control. And she’s your friend. We have to help her.”

“You know she was more than just my friend,” Van said with a pained expression.

“I do. I know that.” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders. “And that’s why she came to you for help. She wouldn’t have if she had anywhere else to go.”

“She tried to kiss me,” Van blurted. “Before she… woke you up.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. “Okay.”

“Okay? What do you mean, okay? It’s not okay!”

“You’re right, it’s not. But she didn’t know what she was doing. And I’m not angry or jealous if that’s what you’re worried about,” you smiled. “Look, we’re gonna get through this together. Just like we always do. I take care of you and you take care of me, right?”

“Okay,” Van sighed. “But if she so much as touches you again, she’s staying at a hotel.”

“Whatever you say, baby” you grinned, kissing her cheek and pulling her into another hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she murmured into your chest. “So much.”

“Let’s get some sleep, hmm?” you breathed, slowly rocking her from side to side. Van nodded.

Once you were both ready you crawled into bed, and Van wrapped her arms around you tightly. “You’re too good, you know that?” she mumbled as you nuzzled into her neck. “You’re too good for all my bullshit.”

“Maybe. But your bullshit gives me something to do,” you smirked. Van laughed.

“Well, you’ve sure got a busy schedule now.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. And you know how much I hate being bored.”

Van rolled her eyes and kissed you, passionate and gentle. She could feel your heart beating, and the sound grounded her like it always did. Taissa coming back into her life had thrown her mind into utter turmoil, but she knew that with you by her side, she could handle anything. You really were too good for her, but she’d be damned if she was ever letting you go.

#taivan x reader #van palmer x reader #taissa turner x reader #taivan #taissa turner #van palmer #other tai #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #fanfic #ijwytbh

[slaymybreathaway]

Jersey (Charlie Conway x reader)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 833

Masterlist

I woke up to Charlie's arms wrapped around my waist, our legs were entangled and my head resting against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat.

We won last night's game and my legs are aching, Coach Orion kept me on the ice the whole game. We won 6 - 2 and the whole team was going out for Pizza to celebrate. I looked at Charlie's alarm clock and it showed 10:30.

I carefully tried to untangle myself without waking up my sleeping boyfriend. I slid out from under his grip and stood up. He started to stir and I was scared that I woke him up. He turned over and settled down.

I looked through the overnight bag that I had packed to stay In Charlie's.

Denim shorts and a red tank top with a black and white flannel to go over it.

Then I thought of a better idea, I walked over to Charlie's wardobe and opened the door. His green Duck's jersey was hanging up on a hanger. I took it down, grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom to get changed.

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Charlie's P.O.V

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I woke up at 11 and immediately noticed that y/n wasn't there. Instead, there was a note on my bedside table.

My Dearest, Charlie

I'm going to Connie's before we go for food, love you

Y/n

Is it weird that just seeing her handwriting made me blush? Ok it's probably a little weird.

I got up and brushed my teeth. I decided that I would wear my green Duck's jersey because we won.

I ruffled my hair in the mirror and opened my wardrobe. My white jersey was there but not my green one. It can't be in the wash beacause I haven't worn it in like a week. I can't ask my Mom either because she has already left for work.

"Odd, where is it?" I thought but didn't think much about it and put my white jersey on with a pair of jeans.

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Your POV

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I knocked on the door of Connie's house and her Mom answered the door.

"Oh hello y/n. How are you sweetie?" she asked and let me in.

"I'm doing great, my legs are a bit sore after last night's game but that's alright. Where is Connie?" I said.

"Oh she's up in her room dear," She said and went into the kitchen.

I ran up the stairs and could hear 'About a Girl' by Nirvana being blared from Connie's room.

I knocked on the door snd she told me to come in.

When I walked in she looked at me confused and said "Why is your j- WAIT... Turn around."

I turned around and Connie started laughing. "Look at you! Soon to be Mrs. Conway," she joked.

"haha I wish. I just stole his jersey," I giggled and sat down.

"You guys are so cute I cannot deal. So how was your sleepover? Did you..." she raised an eyebrow.

I threw a pillow at her "NO! Connie, god. We just watched a movie,"

Connie laughed "Ok, ok... Sure you did,"

I stayed in Connie's for an hour or two before heading to Tommy's Pizzaria.

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Charlie's POV

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I was walking to Tommy's with Goldberg around 2 and talking about y/n.

"Dude, you never shut up about her. I understand why though, she is hot. Let's say if you... Mysteriously break up for some unknown reason. Can I have her?" Goldberg asked, which made me laugh.

"Haahha I hope you're not planning to kill me now Goldie... And It's bold of you to assume that she would want you," I winked.

"Well yanno I am irresistible," Goldberg flexed his non-existent muscles.

We walked in and the bell rang above us. I looked around for the team and saw them with 2 big tables pulled beside each other. Everyone was there except Goldberg and I.

I saw y/n sitting down, deep in conversation with Fulton. She was wearing her green jersey but It seemed a little big on her. I looked again and realised that she was acctually wearing my jersey.

It looked great on her though. Of course it was a bit big but... right yanno. It might have been that the name Conway was plastered across her back. It showed everyone that she was with me and it made me think about how good Y/n Conway sounded.

I could feel my face getting hot. Goldberg noticed what y/n was wearing beacause he nudged me.

"Nevermind, doesn't look like she'll be leaving you anytime soon," he winked and went to sit beside Julie.

Y/n looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw me,she beckoned me over to sit on the seat next to her.

I sat down and kissed her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear" So that's where my jersey went."

#charlie conway x reader #charlie conway #the mighty ducks #mighty ducks #ice hockey #hockey #joshua jackson #emilio estevez #joshua jackson x reader

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: happy October 1st!!!!

Warnings: none. just complete fluff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You and Sihtric went on a date.

wordcount: 2,8k

Masterlist

'Eh, trick or treat?'

Sihtric: can't wait to meet you tomorrow

Sihtric: I'll pick you up at 5?

You: me too! And 5 sounds great :)

You: where will we be going? x

Sihtric: that's a surprise :) x

You giggled at Sihtric's text. You had matched with him on a dating app last week, and ever since then, you two have been in non stop contact. The first few days it was texting, but soon it turned into video chats whenever you both had time. And tomorrow you were finally going on your first real date together.

Sihtric rang your doorbell after seconds of just standing at your door, staring, trying to contain his nerves. He took off his shades, adjusted his red and black flannel by buttoning up the top button, only to feel as if he would suffocate, so he quickly unbuttoned it again. His heart was in his throat as he anxiously waited for you to open the door, and he stared down at his black skinny jeans and black sneakers, wondering if he was dressed too boring perhaps. His shoulder length hair was braided, and he suddenly thought that maybe he should've just tied it back in a bun. He knew you liked his hair tied back, you had told him during one of your video chats, and what if you thought braids on men were stupid? Or worse, what if you didn't like men in flannels, or flannels in general? Or his skinny jeans? What if you saw him and didn't like him at all or thought his goatee looks dumb on him in real life? Sihtric exhaled sharply when his head started to spin, and he almost snapped the bouquet of roses he had bought for you between his tattooed fingers as he tensed up, when you finally opened the door.

'Hey,' you smiled, 'I can't believe we finally meet!'

'H-h-hi,' Sihtric breathed as he forgot how to speak.

It was October 1st, a sunny one that was, and Sihtric thought you were the most beautiful lady he had ever seen in that flowy black dress you had on. You leaned in for a hug and, when Sihtric wanted to kiss your cheek, you planned on kissing his cheek while he didn't expect it, and so he accidentally pecked your lips.

'Oh,' you giggled and pulled back to look up at him with big, surprised eyes.

'Oh, gods!' Sihtric panicked, his arm still circled around your waist, 'I- I'm so sorry!'

'It's okay,' you smiled, feeling all flustered as the incredibly handsome man towered over you, whose cheeks were a cute shade of pink by now.

Sihtric took a deep breath and then held out his shaky hand to you, showing you the roses.

'I- I got you flowers,' he said, suddenly unsure if maybe the flowers were a bit too much of a cliché.

What if you didn't like roses? Or flowers in general? What if-

'Oh,' you smiled shyly and took the flowers, 'thank you, that's so sweet! They're beautiful,' you said and quickly kissed his cheek as he nervously buttoned up his flannel again. 

'Let me put them in some water real quick, I'll be back in a second!' you said as you turned on your heels and ran back inside.

And when you had disappeared for a moment, Sihtric grabbed onto your doorpost as well as his chest, after he had unbuttoned the last button of his flannel again, checking if he hadn't just died. It felt as if his entire body was on fire and he cursed himself for wearing a tight, white long sleeve shirt underneath his thick flannel.

'So where are we going?' you pried once again.

'I'm not telling,' Sihtric smiled as he kept his eyes on the traffic light.

He felt your eyes on him, and it seemed to take forever for the light to turn green. His cheeks coloured slowly again as you kept looking at him, making him nervous. And he desperately wanted the light to turn so he could just drive, and then maybe you'd get distracted by something else so you'd avert your eyes. But the light just didn't turn. Shit, he thought, what if you didn't like his date idea? What if you thought it was corny. Sihtric's mind spiralled slowly as his heartbeat quickened, and he swallowed hard.

'I like your braids,' you suddenly said, causing Sihtric to snap out of his thoughts.

'What? Oh,' Sihtric mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up even more, 't-thank you.'

'You're welcome,' you smiled, 'and your flannel. Aren't you warm though? The weather is quite warm for this time of year.'

'No, I'm good,' Sihtric lied.

Then the light finally turned and he hit the gas.

'Do you want to close your eyes?' Sihtric asked as he neared the destination he had picked for the date.

'Sure,' you chuckled and hid your face in your hands.

'No peeking,' Sihtric smiled.

'I'm not,' you said and turned your face towards him.

'Hey,' Sihtric laughed as he saw you peeking between your fingers, 'no cheating, lady,' he said and covered your eyes with one hand as he steered onto the parking lot.

'I didn't!' you laughed and waited for him to uncover your eyes.

'Okay, are you ready?' he asked, hiding his nerves once again as he shut off his car's engine.

You nodded excitedly and then Sihtric removed his hand. You blinked rapidly as your eyes adjusted to the twilight view outside, and you gasped softly when you realised where he had taken you.

'A pumpkin patch?' you asked, with big eyes.

'Too cheesy?' Sihtric grimaced, 'I… because… well,' he stammered, 'it's the first of October, so I- I thought that, maybe, you know, it- this- pumpkins-'

'No,' you whispered as you stared at the gigantic farm in front of you, 'it's amazing. I mean,' you scoffed lightly, 'I've never been to one before.'

Sihtric froze for a second, 'What?' he asked, 'you- you've never been to a pumpkin patch before?'

'No,' you shook your head, 'never. But I've always wanted to go to one.'

Sihtric saw a huge smile appear on your face, and he exhaled with relief when you said you absolutely loved that he took you there. And you suddenly threw your arms around his neck in excitement.

'Thank you,' you spoke softly in his ear, 'this is a really cute date idea,' you smiled as you pulled away slightly to look into his mismatched eyes.

'I'm glad you think so,' Sihtric said quietly, and smiled sweetly at you.

His eyes moved from your own pair down to your lips, and back to your eyes again, and you did the same. Then, as you still embraced each other, you both slowly leaned in closer, until your lips almost touched. And when you both wanted to close the last space between your lips, you accidentally moved your arm and hit the steering wheel with your elbow, causing a sudden honk to echo through the quiet air outside. You startled both Sihtric and yourself and, outside, a baby started to cry and the mother gave you both a nasty look at the sudden scare.

'Nice one!' she yelled when she saw Sihtric's window was slightly down.

'S-sorry,' you yelled back to the woman, trying to hide your grin.

'Eh, trick or treat?' Sihtric joked, which the woman didn't think was funny, but you snorted, so he felt proud regardless.

As you strolled through the huge pumpkin fields together, Sihtric told you that the plan was to both pick a pumpkin, which you would later carve after a cup of hot chocolate. You agreed with a beaming smile and continued to melt Sihtric's heart the entire time you stayed close to his side, while you gazed at the uncountable amount of pumpkins. Each gasp and wide eyed smile Sihtric heard and saw from you, gave him a sickening rush of butterflies, which got even worse when you sometimes tugged his flannel while you pointed at a pumpkin. 

And all Sihtric wanted was to cup your cheeks, kiss your lips, and tell you how hauntingly beautiful you were, as well as incredibly adorable. But he was too shy and just kept gazing at you when you didn't notice. Or at least, he thought you didn't notice. 

But you were very much aware of the handsome Dane and his loving stare, and it made you like him even more. He was even cuter in real life, and also sexier, you thought with a grin when you felt his eyes on you again. You could tell he was muscular, and you had felt his insanely toned biceps when you had hugged earlier, but you secretly kept wondering how good he'd look without that flannel… or without any clothes at all, to be honest. You shook the thought as you felt a sudden rush of heat go up to your cheeks, and you went to take a closer look at another large pumpkin. 

And before Sihtric would buy you your own picked pumpkin to carve, he'd buy you some dinner, as you were both starving after an hour walk around the patch. So you sat down and ate some hotdogs.

'I already saw the perfect pumpkin,' you said with your mouth full.

'Did you?' Sihtric asked, his mouth equally stuffed, and he loved that you seemed so at ease with him.

'Yeah,' you swallowed your food, 'all the way in the back,' you grinned.

'You want to walk all the way back again?'

'Well, my pumpkin is there,' you shrugged.

You kinda wanted to taunt your date, just because he was so cute, but you weren't lying when you said you had seen a perfectly shaped pumpkin all the way back. Sihtric chuckled and shook his head lightly. He thought you were adorable, and if you asked him to take another five walks through that gigantic pumpkin field with you to find you a perfect one to carve, he would've happily done that without any complaints. And so you went on your way again.

After about two hours of being around each other, Sihtric finally gathered the courage to move his hand towards yours, and smoothly intertwined his fingers with yours. And he was delighted when you allowed him to and immediately held his hand comfortably. But just when you looked up at him and smiled, a cold shiver went through your body as a light, chilly autum wind passed over the farm.

'Are you cold?' Sihtric asked and stopped walking.

'Yeah, a little,' you admitted shyly, 'I didn't know we'd be outside all evening, I didn't dress properly,' you said and looked down at your sleeveless dress.

'I'm sorry, doll,' Sihtric said as he slowly rubbed his warm hands over your cold arms, 'I should've told you what the plan was, I didn't think about it.'

'No, it's okay,' you smiled.

You loved his warm and gentle touch upon your cold, goosebump skin, until he pulled suddenly away and quickly unbuttoned his flannel.

'Here,' he said as he took off his plaid shirt.

'Oh, no,' you chuckled when Sihtric threw it around your shoulders.

'I won't take no for an answer,' he smiled, 'I don't want you to catch a cold or something.'

'Oh, well, I don't know, maybe,' you mumbled while Sihtric bit down a smile as he gazed at you, keeping his big hands placed on your shoulders after he had adjusted his shirt.

Sihtric was now glad he had decided to keep the flannel on, instead of leaving it in his car. He thought you looked so cute in his oversized flannel, he could just die. But then, suddenly, he couldn't stop himself from wondering how you'd look in his bed, wearing nothing but his flannel as he'd hold you in his arms, while he'd not wear much clothing himself either. Sihtric tried to shake the thought when he felt his cheeks heat up again, and was happy that it was fully dark by now. So you couldn't really tell the blush on his face, as the fairy lights around the pumpkin patch weren't bright enough to reveal it.

'Y-you're really cute,' Sihtric blurted out.

'Oh,' you giggled shyly, 'so are you.'

'Oh,' he chuckled and quickly looked down at his feet, then cleared his throat, 'well, let's go get that pumpkin you wanted.'

You agreed and, after Sihtric had wrapped his arm around you, you walked all the way back through the field, where you both picked a pumpkin to carve.

'I have an idea,' you said and wiped the whipped cream away which you felt on your lips.

'An idea?' Sihtric raised an eyebrow, intrigued, while he held his warm cup of hot chocolate in his hands. 

He saw the smudge of whipped cream on your lips before you wiped it off, and he had to hide his smile when he thought he wouldn't mind kissing it away for you. And it took all his strength to keep himself from doing so, before you fixed it yourself.

'Yes,' you grinned, 'we should carve a pumpkin for each other, and the cutest one wins. You know, like a challenge.'

'The cutest one, huh?' Sihtric smiled and sat back, 'what's the prize of this challenge?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged, 'we'll figure that out later.'

'Fine,' Sihtric shrugged, amused, 'challenge accepted.'

'Good,' you smiled, 'let's get to work then.'

It took you both a while to empty the pumpkin each of you had picked, and then you finally went to carve. You and Sihtric both tried to catch glimpses of what the other was making, but you were also both quick to give a teasingly nasty look, and hid the pumpkins from each other's view while working on it. The taunting and teasing continued the entire time you were carving, and you both felt a pleasant tension built up between the two of you as time passed.

'Okay, I'm done,' you said after nearly an hour, 'you?'

'Yep, me too,' Sihtric smiled and put down the paintbrush he had used, 'reveal at three?'

You agreed and both counted to three, then turned the pumpkin to reveal to each other what had been carved. You and Sihtric froze for a second when you both looked at the nearly identical pumpkin carvings across from each other.

'You've got to be joking,' you laughed at the heart-eyed pumpkin face Sihtric had carved.

'Well, you clearly saw mine and stole my idea,' Sihtric said cockily, then snorted while looking at your own heart-eyed pumpkin.

'Oh, yeah, right. More like you stole my idea,' you taunted.

'Yeah, sure,' Sihtric laughed, 'so which one is cuter then?'

Sihtric watched you study both pumpkins for a moment, and then threw up your hands.

'You know what,' you said, 'they're both equally cute.'

'Okay, but what does that mean for the prize?'

'I don't know.' 

'Wait, what is the prize, lady?' Sihtric asked and licked his lips.

'Hmm,' you shrugged, 'a kiss, perhaps?'

'A kiss?' Sihtric smiled, 'okay,' he stroked his goatee as if conflicted, 'but we both won?'

'So… then we both get a kiss?' you chuckled and walked over to him, his plaid shirt still draped over your shoulders.

'Hm. Yeah, that sounds fair,' Sihtric said as he snuck his hands under his own flannel, around your waist.

'It does,' you smiled, and pushed yourself up your tiptoes while Sihtric leaned in.

And finally, after hours of both giving each other looks, shy smiles and lingering touches, Sihtric captured your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. And his heart skipped a beat when he felt your hands settle on his chest just before he pulled away. And his heart skipped another few beats when you pulled him back in to claim your kiss, which lasted longer than his.

'Hey,' Sihtric said, a little raspy, 'your kiss was longer than mine. That's not fair.'

'Maybe,' you said with a cheeky smile, 'but it doesn't have to be the last one of the night, does it?'

'Well, my date idea is over now. So what do you have in mind then?' he asked with a sly smile.

'Maybe,' you said as you swayed lightly in his arms, 'you could show me your place, and we can watch a spooky movie?'

'You'd like that?' Sihtric asked with a sweet smile.

'Yeah, I'd like that. If you do too?'

'Of course, pumpkin,' Sihtric smiled and was quick to kiss the tip of your nose, 'I like that too.'

And he took you home, to watch a movie, or so you both said was the plan. But neither of you ever saw the ending of that movie. Instead, Sihtric did find out what you'd look like in his bed, wearing nothing but his flannel, as he held you in his arms while you were both still catching your breath.

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[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 2

Part 1

18+ minors do not interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut (later on), Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warnings: lite smut, fluff, reader with body issues

Chapter Summary: Do you go to the Karaoke Party or not. Things start to heat up.

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You stood for what seemed like forever thinking about Jensen, the kiss and if you were going to Karaoke. Your phone ringing brought you back down to earth. You grabbed it and saw y/f/n pop up with her goofy picture plastered across the screen.

“Hey y/f/n. What’s up?” You asked as you answered. “You were supposed to text me when you got there y/n.” She said with an annoyed sigh. “Oh yeah, sorry it’s been wild, I um, well something happened that I’m trying to still wrap my head around” you told her. “Wait, y/n are you okay? What happened?” You smiled and sighed “yeah, I’m fine. I just ran into someone and it ended with a kiss and I’m not sure what it means or why it really happened.”

There was a bit of silence then your best friend jokingly said “what did you kiss one of the celebrities there?” “Oh no, y/n you’re not in jail are you?!?” You laughed and said “No, y/f/n I’m not in jail, but um Jensen Ackles did kiss me.” Silence was all you heard then she screamed. “Oh my God, y/n, tell me everything!!”

You started at the beginning and told her everything and how you’re debating whether to go tonight or not. “Y/N, you better get your ass to that karaoke party tonight! Jensen Freaking Ackles asked you to be there!” “Do you know how many women would kill to be in your shoes right now?”

You sighed, you knew she was right but you were still fighting the negative thoughts in your head about how you looked, especially when you’d be standing next to him. He was beyond perfect, and you, well you were not.

“Y/N, you still there? “Um, yeah I am” you said with a quiver in your voice. She sighed and said “get out of your head, sweetie. If he kissed you and wanted to see you then he meant it. I’ve never met him but everything I’ve seen about him is he’s a genuine person. Take a leap of faith, y/n.”

You knew she was right so you decided to do it. “You’re right y/f/n, I’m gonna go take a shower and get ready. I love you girl, thank you.” “I love you too, y/n, now go get your man.” She laughed and you both said your goodbyes and hung up.

You looked at the clock and realized you had less than an hour to get ready and get to the conference room where the event was happening. You grabbed your favorite jeans, dark blue lace bra with matching panties, and your favorite AC/DC shirt and walked into the bathroom.

You turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. Once it was warm enough you jumped in and showered. You wrapped a towel around your head and dried off with another one. You got dressed and put on a little bit of your vanilla body spray. You plugged in the hair dryer and pulled your wet y/h/c hair down. You’ve let it grow out over the past year and it’s now grown to the middle of your back. You quickly dry your hair and work on putting some makeup on. You’ve never been one for heavy makeup, but you figured you’d wear some tonight.

After getting ready you grab your blue flannel and put it on. You decide you want to be comfortable so you opt for your black and white vans. Once your shoes are on you glance at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath. “Well this is as good as I’m going to get.” You grab your crossbody bag and your room key and head towards the door. Walking towards the elevator your heart is pounding and you almost turn back around, but you push yourself to go. “You can do this, y/n.” You say to yourself. You push the elevator button calling it to your floor. The elevator arrives with a ding and you step in. There are already people in there so you pushed the 1st floor button and stand against the wall. When the elevator finally made it to the 1st floor you got off and looked around.

The hotel was bustling with people who were clearly there for the convention. You made your way through the crowd and found the conference room where the Karaoke party was already in full swing. You slipped in and stood at the back of the room taking in the crowd. It was amazing and you could feel the excitement in the air. You smiled as you saw DJ Qualls and Richard Speight taking the stage to introduce the next song. People were cheering and singing along. It was actually quite a scene. You slipped further into the background. You kinda felt like the wallflower at a middle school dance. You were happy to be there, but still nervous. As you scanned the stage you looked for Jensen. At first you didn’t see him, but then you caught a glimpse of him off to the side of the stage. He was dressed in a dark blue shirt that hugged his biceps and fit him perfectly, black jeans that fit him like a glove and his boots. You smiled and bit your lower lip when you saw him laughing at something someone had said to him. Then you felt your chest get tight and a warmth flow through you. What on earth was this man doing to you. He’s across the room and he’s still able to make you feel like you’re a giddy teenager.

DJ announces to the crowd there is a special guest who wanted to sing tonight. As he calls Jensen to the stage the roar of the crowd was deafening. You smile as you see him take the stage and you noticed he’s scanning the crowd as he starts to sing. He sings the first notes of “Angeles” and the crowd goes wild singing with him. Damn his voice is smooth like whiskey and sends chills down your spine. As he continues to sing you are pulled from your spot on the wall. It’s like a magnet is pulling you to him and you can’t help but smile. He scans the crowd and finally sees you. You see his green eyes sparkle and a smile creep across his face. You smile back at him and he winks at you.

When the song finishes he thanks the crowd and chats them up for a few minutes. He definitely has charisma and knows how to work the crowd. That’s when he looks at you and smiles. Jensen tells the crowd he heard an angel singing earlier today and he was hoping they would help him convince her to come on stage and sing with him. The crowd went wild and he extended his hand to you. You took a deep breath and took it. Climbing on the stage Jensen leans over and whispers “I’m so glad you came, y/n.” “You look absolutely gorgeous.” You shiver and nod. His warm breath brushing over your ear and neck. You blush and clear your throat. “So what are we going to sing?” You asked as DJ hands you a microphone. Jensen looked a you with a smile and said “I’ve had the time of my life.” You smile and nod. Before you know it the song is starting. You swallow hard and listen to Jensen start. When it’s your turn you take a deep breath and sing. The crowd erupted with whoops and applause. By the time you and Jensen finished the song you were holding hands and you felt on top of the word.

The audience was cheering and you were grinning ear to ear. Jensen thanked the crowd, waving as he walked off the stage pulling you with him. “Wow, y/n you were amazing.” You smiled at him and told him thank you as you dropped your head. He put his hand around your chin and lifted your head. “Up here sweetheart, I want to see those beautiful y/c eyes.” You look up at him and meet his green eyes. Damn, why does he have to be so beautiful. “Y/N, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day. I’m so glad you came.” He said to you as he pushed his body closer to yours. You could feel the heat coming off of him and your body felt like it was on fire simply from his touch.

You both were still looking into each other’s eyes as he slowly pressed his lips to yours. It was a sweet gentle kiss. A bit different than before but it felt amazing. He pulled away and you saw his pupils go dark with lust. He cupped your face pushing you into the wall and crashed his lips to yours. This time more passion and need behind it. You whimpered and felt him smirk. His free hand gently grabbed your hair and pushed you deeper into the kiss. Your hands instinctively went around his neck and running up and into his sandy brown hair. His tongue licked your lips asking for permission to enter and you opened your mouth. He deepened the kiss as both your tongues fought for dominance. The only reason you pulled yourself away was to catch a breath. Then you were both on each other’s lips. The world around you drifted away as you melted into his arms. As his hands started to explore your body you were suddenly snapped to reality and pulled away.

“What’s wrong y/n?” Jensen asked breathlessly. You looked at him and his eyes were softer and full of confusion. “I’m sorry, you don’t know how much I want to continue this, but I’ve got too many things going on under these clothes that I’m sure will turn you off.” You said with tears pricking your eyes. Jensen took a step back and looked you up and down. “From where I’m standing sweetheart I see a beautiful woman with a healthy body, beautiful y/c eyes, and a killer smile.” “I want to get to know you, all of you.” He said with a smirk on his face. “But, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable anything we do.”

You look at Jensen not sure if you can really trust him enough for you to be vulnerable with. You’ve been hurt in the past and you seriously have had your fill of being used. For some reason you felt a little more comfortable with Jensen. You thought it was crazy because you just met him. Granted you’ve watched him on TV for over 15 years, but that was a character. This was in fact reality.

Before you could say anything else Jensen took your hand and led you to the green room. He pulled you inside and shut the door. The you sat on the couch and Jensen sat next to you. There was something about him and the electricity in the air but you heard your best friend’s voice in your head “take a leap of faith.” So you did. You straddle Jensen, cupped his face and leaned in for another kiss. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. The passion was undeniable. Jensen’s hands slid up to the collar of your flannel and pulled it off. Your lips never parting. Damn this man was smooth. His hands slowly moving up to he back of your shirt while yours moved to his hair. You both pulled away for a quick breath and you smiled at him. Lips crashing onto each other again and his hands started to pull on the hem of your shirt. He stopped and you shook your head yes. This was all he needed. He pulled your shirt over your head revealing your dark blue lace bra and ample breasts. He growled as he started peppering kisses down your neck and down to your covered breasts. He hooks his fingers and unhooks your bra freeing your breasts. “Mmm perfect” you hear him say as he cups each breast and licks your nipples. You feel your panties getting soaked as he’s exploring your upper body. “Jensen, please” is all you can say. “Please what baby?” He asks with a smile. “Please take me to your room” you said.

With that he grabbed you set you down and said “let’s go” You grab your clothes putting them back on in a hurry while giggling. Jensen grabs your hand and leads you out the door and to the elevator. You both step into the empty elevator and are back on each other like a couple of teenagers. As the elevator opens you realize you’re on floor 7. Your floor and now you realize it’s his floor too. He grabs your hand leading you to his room. You reach his room and wait for him to open the door. As you enter his room you realize you’re taking that leap of faith and man has it been amazing so far.

#chance meeting #jensen ackles x plus size reader #supernatural convention #jensen ackles smut

[eddiesgorlie]

If Everyday Was Like Christmas

Austin Butler x Reader

Summary: Austin and Y/n enjoy a nice day of Christmas shopping and decorating

Warnings: None except for an overwhelming amount of fluff!

Word count: 1,622

I woke up to soft kisses being placed on my neck. “Stop it, your beard is scratchy.” I said with a laugh. “Just one more.” He said kissing my cheek, God his morning voice was addictive. I turned towards him and snuggled into his chest with a happy sigh. “How do you feel about decorating for Christmas today?” He asked. He of course, knew my love of Christmas so he knew what the answer would be. “Of course!” I said as I met his blue eyes. He placed a kiss on my lips and then got out of bed, lifting my body into his arms. I was always insecure about my short height but Austin always made me feel better by saying I’m “Fun Sized” and perfect for carrying.

He carried me into the kitchen before setting me down on one of the barstools at the kitchen island. “Now how would you like your coffee this morning?” He asked. “Mocha.” I said with a smile. He walked over the coffee maker and made us each a coffee, he sat mine down in front of me before sitting on the stool next to me. “So today we need to get a tree, is that all?” He asked. “I know we need more firewood for the fireplace and maybe some new lights for outside, I think theres a bunch of bulbs burnt out.” I said. “Okay, perfect.” He said with a smile.

After we finished our coffee and breakfast, we got dressed. He wore black jeans, a blue flannel, his favorite boots he thrifted and his brown carhart coat. I wore bell bottom jeans, a white chunky sweater and tall white snow boots. “You ready?” I asked as I grabbed my long coat. “Yep.” He said as he grabbed his keys. We walked out to the car and headed to the hardware store to get lights and wood. “5 bundles?” He asked. “I think that should be enough.” I said as he put wood bundles into the shopping cart. “Where are the Christmas lights….” He mumbled to himself as he wiped his hands off on his jeans. “Christmas lights….. Christmas lights…… Christmas lights!” He pointed towards the aisle once he found them. He sped walked to the aisle like an excited little boy. “These are pretty.” I said as I grabbed a box of lights. “I like ‘em.” He said as he grabbed a couple of the same box.

We bought our items and then headed out to the car. “Get in the car and I’ll load everything up. Its freezing and I don’t need you getting sick.” He said. I nodded and got in the car, immediately turning on my seat warmer. When he got into the car his hair was completely covered in fluffy snow and his nose was bright red. “Oh, come ‘ere.” I said, grabbing his hands, I held them in mine and blew hot air into them. “We should have gotten you gloves while we were in there.” I said with a giggle as he started warming up. “You’re probably right.” He said with a smile. I kissed his nose before he started backing out of the parking lot. “Do you have the directions to the Christmas tree farm?” He asked. “Let me see here.” I said as I pulled up my GPS and typed in the address. “And here you go!” I said as it started saying directions. I tuned the radio to the Christmas channel and we made our way to the farm.

After the short drive, we got out of the car and walked into the farm. The snow wasn’t coming down as hard as it was before but it was definitely present. “How tall can the tree be?” I asked. “10 feet.” He said. “This is a pretty one.” I said as I stroked the pine needles between my fingers. “It really is. Lets see, I didn’t bring my tape measure.” He said as he checked his pockets. He looked around for a moment before he saw a man that looked like an employee. “Sir, do you work here?” Austin asked. “Yes I do.” He said. “Wonderful. My wife and I are looking for a 10 foot Christmas tree and I completely forgot my tape measure at home. Would you be able to tell us how tall this one is?” Austin asked. “That one looks to be a 10 footer but let me make sure.” He said as he took a tape measure from his tool belt. “Yup, 10’ 3”.” He said. “Perfect, we’ll take it.” Austin said. We paid for the tree and the man helped us carry it to our car. “Thank you sir.” Austin said shaking his hand. “You’re welcome and merry Christmas.” He said. Austin and I lifted the tree onto the roof of the car and he secured it down with ropes.

We jumped in the car and blasted the heat. “Cold, cold, cold.” I said as I rubbed my hands together. “Aw, your nose is all red.” He said as he kissed the tip of my nose. We drove home to the sound of Christmas music. Once we made it home, I took the bags inside and Austin followed behind with the tree. He set it in the tree stand and stepped back to make sure it looked right. “I love it.” I said as he cuddled into his side. “Me too.” He said. I started walking to get the ornament boxes when Austin stopped me. “Baby, wait.” He said. I turned around to face him. “Here, an early Christmas present.” He said as he handed me a box. “Really?” I asked with a smile. He nodded as I ripped the paper off of the box, I opened it and inside I saw Christmas patterned fabric, once I completely took them out of the box, it finally registered what they were. Matching Christmas pajamas. “A-are these?” I asked tearfully. As a child I always wanted my family to have matching Christmas pajamas but there was always too many arguments and too many “They’re to expensive’s” from my dad that it never happened. Austin was aware of this and it seemed he wanted to help child me, heal. “Do you like ‘em? We can switch them for a different pattern if you like.” He said with a smile. “They’re perfect.” I said as I completely broke down. “Oh baby, come here, don’t cry.” He said as he held me to his chest. “Happy tears.” I said.

Once I calmed down, we put the jammies on and started decorating. This was my childhood dream, decorating a huge tree, wearing matching pajamas with Christmas music playing and drinking hot coco with the man I’m so deeply in love with. I was currently up on a ladder, hanging garland around the house and Austin was hanging wreaths and changing out decorative items for Christmas items. “Baby!” I heard Austin call from another room. “Yeah?” I yelled back. “Can you come here?” He asked. “I have one more strip of garland to hang!” I yelled back. “Okay!” I hung the last piece and climbed down the ladder. “Whatcha need, honey?” I asked. “How about we get started on the tree?” He asked. “Yes!” I said excitedly. We each took a side of the tree to decorate and of course it turned into a competition of who could finish the fastest. We put lights on the tree and then started hanging ornaments. “I love this one.” I said, showing him the small cat ornament. “Thats a pretty one.” He said with a smile. “We should get a cat.” I said. “Oh we should?” He said with a laugh. “Yes, a black cat.” I said. “Lets think about it.” He said. I won the decorating race, but both sides looked beautiful, there was a perfect mix between traditional solid color ornaments and fun hallmark type ornaments. “Drum roll please.” Austin said as he went to plug the lights in. I smacked my hands against my lap and cheered when the lights filled the room. Our home looked so beautiful. “Oh, Austin.” I sighed happily. “Its perfect.” He said smiling.

“Before we get into our 2022 Christmas movie marathon, how do you feel about cookies?” He asked with a smirk. I smirked back and started off towards the kitchen, I opened the fridge and pulled out the store bought sugar cookie dough. “Can you get the cookie sheet, babe?” I asked. “Sure.” He said as he reached up to a high cabinet and grabbed the sheet. I cut open the packaging and started laying them on the sheet. Just as I was about to grab the last piece, Austin grabbed it and popped the raw dough in his mouth. “You’re disgusting!” I said with a laugh. “Aw, but you love meee.” He said, puckering his lips. “Nope, I am not trying to get salmonella today, mister!” I said, putting the cookies in the oven. Just as I was about to turn around, he pulled me into his arms and started swaying. “I’ll have a blue Christmas without youuu, I’ll be so blue just thinking about youu.” Austin sang. “Dork.” I said with a laugh as I leaned my head against his chest. “Decorations of red, on a green Christmas tree won’t be the same, dear if you aren’t here with me.” He sang.

After pulling the warm cookies out of the oven and pouring two glasses of milk, we settled on the couch and started our movie marathon with ‘A Christmas Story’ my favorite. “I love you.” I said as I leaned into his side. “I love you more.” He said, wrapping his arm tightly around me.

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[c0wb0yenthusiast]

Yearning PART 2 || Phillip Graves x Reader

(Yes I'm reusing gifs WHY NOT)

Word count : 1.5k I got lazy sorry ✋

Part 1 - https://www.tumblr.com/c0wb0yenthusiast/711174567062798336/yearning-phillip-graves-x-femreader?source=share

Summary : It's your birthday barbecue and your dad invited the whole neighbourhood, Graves included. Tension is thick (hopefully)

Warnings : I left it on a cliffhanger IM SORRY 😞

inspired by @rors-grvs diet mountain dew fanfic! I recommend checking it out :)

Taglist - @sarahs-secrets2, @mentallynot-here

After note : IF EVERYONE IS IN AGREEMENT THAT WE WANT A PART 3 THEN MAYBE MAYBE 🤷 IM JUST SAYING

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You hadn't expected the whole neighborhood to attend your birthday party. If you had it your way, it would just be a couple of friends and family - however, your dad may have gotten carried away.

"Sorry, I just thought it would be a nice surprise for you.", he explained to you on the front porch, while music could be heard from the yard.

"It's fine, can I have a moment please? I'll be there in a second." you responded, shooting him a small smile but immediately dropping it as he left. The whole neighbourhood? God, how would you even survive the party?

It wasn't that you necessarily hated the effort, it was just quite.. Surprising, as your dad had worded it.

Taking a breath and stepping inside the house, you were immediately swarmed with people crowding every inch of the place - it took you a painstakingly long time to reach the backyard.

As soon as you reached outside, the smell of charcoal and cooked meat was something you were unable to ignore - making you look in the direction it was coming from.

Phillip.

No. No way.

He was standing by the grill, a skewer in his hand as he laughed and socialised with anyone passing by to probably compliment the batch he was whipping up. He was clearly soaking in all that adoration, his smile clear as day from your point of view.

Should you approach him? It wouldn't be anything weird, just saying hi.

Maybe not, maybe you should ignore him-

Before you could continue arguing with yourself, it seemed your legs grew a mind of its own and carried you across the grass towards him. He caught sight of you and you could almost see the way his smile changed subtly in that moment.

"Y/N, happy birthday.", he grinned, turning to the table behind himself to place down the freshly prepared burgers.

"Thanks." you paused, before adding hastily, "Did.. Did you know my dad would do this?" your voice lowered to a whisper.

Phillip leaned in slightly to hear you better and shook his head, chuckling, "No, I wish though. He surprised me too."

"Oh."

"Why?"

He was facing away from you once again, raising his voice so you could hear him over the crowd. You tried to keep it discreet, but in all honesty, you didn't understand why you were forcing your voice to lower with each passing second.

"Well, you know, I just- I just didn't realise it would be-"

"The whole neighbourhood? I figured. I came in to set up and he just didn't say anything about it.", he was now resting his hands against the table opposite you, titling his head slightly.

"Yeah, It's fine though. I don't mind."

"Fine by me. You want something to eat?"

That caught you off guard - now making you realise what he was wearing. A flannel with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, an apron then tied over it with the bold letters 'kiss the cook' stamped onto the front. It was no doubt it was probably a secret santa gift from one of the local women in the area, as he was known to be one of the most attractive men in the neighbourhood. You didn't want to think where your dad was on that list.

"Uhm, alright, just put me a little of everything.", you were trying to tear your gaze away from his apron - but he saw and raised a brow.

"Like the apron?"

"It's... Interesting."

"It's prompted quite a few of the guests to follow the instructions." he handed you a plate, which made you notice the rubbed off lipstick on his cheek. It was close to the scar on his cheekbone, now making you analyse his face for a little too long before snapping out of it and blurting out a response.

"Ah Ms-"

"Yeah, she felt lucky I guess."

He sighed, before shooting you a smirk, "Well, you eat up so you can enjoy your special day on a full stomach. I got you a little something too, I hope you'll like it."

"Ah, you didn't have to-" you began, but shut your mouth as you caught the glance he threw your way. It's no problem, darling. That's what you knew he would've said, or whispered, possibly leaning close so you could hear him, thick arms caging you against the table behind-

"Happy birthday, Y/N!" an auntie approached you, her beads and bangles making sound as she beamed and kisses your cheek.

"Oh, thank you, auntie!" you hadn't expected her, or anyone for that matter, to come over to you.

She encased you in a hug, yammering on about how special birthdays were - but you were only focused on Phillip, who'd turned back to what he was doing previously.

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Over an hour had passed; the air was humid and you'd moved into the house after nonstop talking to guests and celebrating.

Some had left, but your family and Graves had stayed behind to eat cake and watch you open your presents. It was like you were a kid again - only a little bit humiliating in front of Graves.

You decided just to not focus on that and enjoy your birthday, it's your day after all.

You were tearing open your presents, saying 'thank you' and hugging your family when you got to Phillip's gift.

It was relatively small, but there was a card that came with it.

Tentatively you took the tape off and opened up the wrapping for the item to drop into your hand.

Lipstick.

"Ah, I think I forgot the other gift at home. Sorry." he added with a bashful chuckle, seeing your face light up at the present.

"It's.. It's really nice, thank you Mr Graves." you smiled at him, turning it over in your hands. The exact shade you've always wanted to try, it was a pricy brand too.

You placed the card at your side; you were tempted to read it now but wanted to keep it aside.

Your dad now got up, "It was fun while it lasted everybody, but I've got work tomorrow and she's got to revel in all her mice gifts now."

Slowly but surely, everyone was now leaving and cuddling you before walking out the door.

Everybody except Graves.

"John, let me help you clear up. I'm not busy."

"Ah, I don't want to do that you to man-"

"Nonsense! Now that I've started my spring cleaning, it seems I've got a knack for it." his gaze lingered on you as he spoke.

"Alright, just don't do everything or else I'll feel bad. I've got to sort out the garage. I'll be back, sweetie!" he called out as he withdrew his keys from his pocket and you heard the door shut.

You were still seated in the living room, now reaching for Phillip's card before he could come back in.

Happy birthday, gorgeous.

I hope you like the gifts

xxxx,

Phillip

Just as you finished reading it, he had entered the living room and was now leaning on the door frame.

You turn and your eyes meet.

"I guess it's just the two of us, huh?" he may have been smiling, but you caught the way his breath hitched once he realised it was the first time the both of you were alone today.

Phillip came closer, standing by the couch and looking down at you with a smirk. You could feel his eyes now scanning your body, noticing how you got all dolled up today for the occasion.

You couldn't help but laugh, "Sorry- gorgeous? That's corny." you chuckled, getting up next to him.

"I meant it though." he replies, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh.." you smiled, looking away.

"Oh, okay, let me try the lipstick." you lean over and pick it up from the couch, opening it hastily and glancing around for a mirror.

"It's fine, I'll do without." you muttered, now opening it, swivelling the lid and revealing the lipstick.

Your hands were unsteady as you gingerly held it up to your lips, concentrating on where to apply. Slowly, you covered your bottom lip and pressed your lips together.

"Does it look okay?", you pouted at Phillip, before shooting him a grin.

"It's cute, the perfect colour." he was oddly quiet, his gaze focused on the rouge. He swallowed hard.

Oh my God.

He wanted to kiss you.

You wanted to kiss him.

You were both silent apart from the sound of your breathing filling the living room. Standing only inches apart from one another, he couldn't stop looking.

You bit your lip, resting your hands on his shoulders smoothly. Now that you were both so close, the scent of his cologne filled your lungs. It was addictive. Playing with his flannel collar, you broke the silence.

"Phillip?", you whispered.

"Yup?"

You crashed your lips onto his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him.

Phillip was slow to react, but soon enough he hoisted you up, allowing your legs to wrap around his torso as he pulled away for air.

Maybe it was the intoxicating cologne, or possibly just the fact that this dress was getting way too tight. But you were getting desperate.

"Where's.. Where's your room?", he mustered breathlessly, breathing hard between each word.

He was an absolute mess. His hair had been ruffled from the sudden movement and now was falling over his eyes. His lips were.. God, they were stained with your lipstick.

"Upstairs. Second door."

#phillip graves #cod mw2 #fanfiction #cod mwii #cod mw2 fanfic #phillip graves x reader #call of duty #warren kole

[queenofhawkins]

Just You

main pairing: Robin Buckley X Reader

summary: After you notice that Robin seems upset that morning, you decide to buy her lunch and visit her. There you find out what has been bothering her.

warnings: sad Robin, nightmares

reader notes: plus size reader (like i always do)

You parked your car in the Family Video parking lot, excited as you reached over the passenger seat to grab the hot brown paper bag containing your food. It had only been a few hours since you saw Robin, but you knew from this morning at your girlfriend's mood that you bringing her a burger and some fries and a drink from the local diner would help her out. You opened your door, and your boots made a hollow sound against the concrete. You were wearing the outfit that Robin loved on you. You were wearing a yellow T-shirt tucked into your black jeans with black combat boots and a red and black flannel thrown over top. Your hair was styled in two Dutch braids with little flyways hitting you in the eyes. You closed your car door as you approached the door.  

You could see from Steve’s expression that Robin’s mood had not shifted since she arrived at work. Steve was frowning, which was not very often when him and Robin were together. Steve’s head lifted from what he was looking at when the bell above the door rang.  

“Thank God you’re here.” Steve said as you walked up to the counter.  

“She’s not doing any better?” Steve scoffed.  

“She’s gotten worse.” Steve kept his voice down, probably so that Robin wouldn’t hear you two talking. “She hasn’t said one joke, hasn’t called me an idiot or a dingus at all today, and she's quiet. She hasn’t even said anything about you. What is going on with her?” You sighed as you placed the cup and paper bag on the counter.  

“I’m not sure. She was up when I woke up, and she’s been quiet all morning. She said I love you and that was it. Something’s wrong. I just don’t know what.” It was bothering you how little you knew at this moment. Your first guess was that she had a nightmare, but usually when she had a nightmare she would wake you up, cuddle you, and tell you what the nightmare was about.  

Something shifting in the corner of your eye had you turning your head. Your beautiful girlfriend was standing at the end of an aisle, holding a stack of video tapes and was putting them up. You nodded at Steve and you walked over there.  

“Hey, honey.” You said softly. Robin turned her head and her face brightened at the sight of you. She set the tapes on a cart next to her and embraced you tightly, burying her face in your neck. Her grip was tight and you were sure that something was going on.  

“Hey, I brought you lunch.” She nodded against your neck but made no intention to move from the hug. You inhaled her perfume, which was really a vanilla one you had on your dresser that Robin kidnapped because she loved it. You couldn’t lie, it smelt better on her.  

You pulled away from the hug, and you cupped her cheeks, noticing the dark circles underneath her eyes and the redness. She had been crying. You wiped her eyes and looked around the store. There were a few people loitering around, probably looking for their weekend movie to watch on the couch. You grabbed her hand and took her to the backroom, grabbing the paper bag and cup from Steve on the way.  

Robin sat in a metal chair as you set the food in front of her and kissed her head tenderly. Immediately, her arms went around your waist, burying her face into your stomach. Your heart deflated at the sounds of her sobs.  

“Oh, honey. What happened?” You brushed her hair from her face as she continued to cry. Robin never cried, she was always composed and preferred to get angry when she’s overwhelmed. But to see your pretty girlfriend sobbing her heart out.  

“I can’t stop thinking about last summer.” Her voice was wavering. You sat down on the chair next to her, holding her hands in your lap. She was looking down at her lap, her tears falling onto her darkwash denim jeans. 

“I have nightmares. Horrible nightmares. Of those Russian bastards, beating you and Steve up, killing us. I keep on thinking that they may get to Dustin and Erica, may kill them too. I can’t get rid of them, [N/N]. They won't go away.” Her voice was incredibly shaky, and you reached over and hugged her tightly. You pressed kisses to her hair and temple. Your beautiful girl was struggling.  

“What can I do?” She shook her head and pulled from the hug. She pressed her forehead to yours, both of you looking down at your joined hands.  

“Nothing, I just want you.” You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. She chuckled softly. 

“You have me.” 

#robin buckley #robin buckley x plus size reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[websterss]

sorry i was about to yell LMFAO

ethan knowing you're still in college and you live by yourself in your dorm, he manages to sneak in there and wait for you!!!!!!

the way you'd scream when you saw him BUT he'd immediately cover your mouth, making you incredibly mad.

"c'mon, aren't you happy to see me?" he'd whisper, "look, if you don't scream, i'll let you go, deal?"

you'd nod at him, he smiles at you.

"get the fuck out ethan, i'm serious"

"is this because of me stabbing you? i said i was sorry!"

"i swear to god i'll call the cops, you don't have anyone to protect you anymore"

"that hurt"

"what the fuck do you want, ethan?"

"to say i'm sorry" he'd look at you.

you can't help but reminisce on the memories you had with ethan before you found out who he was

(alexa play cardigan by taylor swift)

- 🤍

He knows your goddamn class schedule. Would he still go to school???? All the laughs and shared kisses and hand holding, and watching over one another, and thinking about all the small things you did for each other 🤧 I had to put on the song to get into the moment lmfao. AHHHHH OKAY WAIT what if he catches sight of something he gifted you still in your dorm. Like a paper flower or a left over flannel, or a teddy bear like anything that was meaningful to both of you. Bonus if there’s a photo booth strip still taped to your wall of pictures😫😭 OH MAN!

“I didn’t think you still had this.” He walks over to pick it up. “Thought you’d get rid of all our stuff.”

You play dumb and shrug. “I was getting to it.”

Then he’d point out other various things you were getting to.

“Our pictures?”

“I forgot about those.”

“My flannel?”

“Do you know how cold it gets in these dorms?”

“…What about the necklace?” He points to your collar. Your hand that fiddles with it stills. You freeze up and stare up at him, not knowing what to say to that. “Why wouldn’t you have thrown it away. Even after everything.”

“That’s just it though…cause of everything.” You give a tight smile.

“You still have feelings for me…don’t you?”

“I don’t, you’re delusional.” You push past him, yet his grips your forearm tightly. You glare at him when he doesn’t let up.

“You do!” A cheshire grin paints over his face.

“Get the fuck out Ethan!”

#‣ julie answers #🤍 nonnie #scream vi:hcs

[mywifeymax]

My Secrets (Dean forester X FemReader)

When jess's little sister likes Dean forester she has to hide even hanging out with him but how will things turn out when they are dating if they do?

Y/n pov:

I have a lot of secrets I keep them to myself most of the time but one of them is that I like my guy best-friend his name was dean he was just so handsome and smart and really funny and fun there only one thing and that is my brother he dislike dean and dean dislikes my brother because of they're history with Rory which was my brother's girlfriend she is nice to me and has covered for me when I went to hangout with Dean and his friend's

*Putting on my sweater I took in my look in the mirror* I was wearing a black sweater with a black jean skirt and black tights with platform boots I also had some of my hair pinned back and I spray my perfume on me before grabbing my purse and walk downstairs and saw my brother on the couch talking about books with Rory on the phone*

"woah woah woah where are you going?"Jess asked "I am going to see a movie"I said "with who?"Jess asked with a protective attitude "Lindsey and marlin"I said "Just don't be out late"Jess said "I won't"I said *rolling my eyes I walked to the front door and open it before walking out to the porch and shut it behind me*

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*Arriving to the theaters I smiled as I saw dean,pal and Jacob standing there just talk among themselves and I walked up to them* "Hi guys"I said softly "Oh hey y/n"Pal and Jacob greeted me *I smiled as them and dean smile* "Hi y/n"He said softly Dean looked amazing tonight he was wearing a black t-shirt and a leather jacket and jeans and boots his hair was normal he just looked handsome

"Should we get the tickets?"Dean asked "come on we are waiting for our girls Lindsey and Marlin"Pal said "Alright let's wait"Dean said Lindsey and Marlin was the other guys girlfriends they we're sweet and nice towards me and treated me as if I was one of they're friends

*After the girls showed up dean and I payed for the tickets before we all entered the theater with everyone I sat down next to dean and he leaned in and whispered* "So who do you is going to leave first?"Dean asked *I laughed a tiny bit and whispered back* "Pal and Marlin for sure"I said *Dean chuckled and nodded* "Smart move"Dean said with a grin god he was perfect

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*After the movies I waved to dean* "I am going to skip the diner tonight I need to get home before Jess throws a fit"I said "Alright uh call me when you get home so I can make sure you got home safely"Dean said "will do"I said with a smile

*getting home I told Jess goodnight and went up to my room and changed into my pajamas and dialed Dean's number and shut my door as I layed down on my bed waiting for him to answer*

"Hello"Dean said softly "Hey dean just wanted to let you know I made it home safely"I said "Good uh I had fun tonight"Dean said *I smiled* "Happy to hear that I did too"I said "well I guess I see you tomorrow in third period"Dean said "Sure will same spot every day"I said "great uh goodnight y/n"Dean said "Goodnight dean"I said

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*The next morning I picked out my outfit for the day and went to the bathroom to take a shower before getting out and grabbed my clothing and put them on and looked into the mirror and nodded* I was wearing a black band t-shirt with a black and white flannel and black jeans with combat boots *I quickly braided my hair before doing some makeup and I grabbed my bag before leaving the house*

*Getting to third period I sat in the back like normal and took out my books and I saw dean walk in as he sit down* "well good morning"Dean said "Good morning"I said "That movie was crazy last night right?"Dean asked "I was but they made the gore so good"I said "right"Dean said me and dean we're always into horror movies we been talking about all the good ones since we first met we got along so well and clicked in all the right ways

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*Getting home I signal for Rory to talk to me and she followed me upstairs to my room as I shut my door and I watched as she sit on my bed and I stood by my dresser* "Okay so tell me everything"Rory said "I like him a lot I just don't know how to ask him out"I said "You could ask him on a date"Rory said "I don't have the confidence enough to do that"I said "Come on you got this"Rory said "Okay but how should I ask him?"I asked "well I read a lot of romance books where the guys ask the girls out on a note or something you can ask him that way"Rory said "wouldn't that be cheesy?"I asked "Cheesy but cute"Rory said "fine I will do it tomorrow in third period"I said "great but remember you can't let your brother find out"Rory said *I sighed* "yeah I know I just wish he wasn't a you know hot head sometimes"I said "I know but hey you got this"Rory said

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*The next day I made my way into third period and sit down as did dean and he sat down next to me and I took out my things and me and dean chatted for the first few moments of class before the lesson begin I then tear off a piece of paper* If this whole thing doesn't worry I am going to curse Rory in my head for putting the idea in my head

*writing on the note I looked towards the teacher before throwing the note onto dean's desk as I felt my cheeks heat up*

*I looked over at dean as he read the note and he widen his eyes before grinning and took his pin and check one of the boxes before folding it and handing it back to me and I took it and open it*

'Yes' was checked on it *I smiled as I looked over at dean as he winked and then went back to paying attention to the teacher* Holy shit this was really happening I am going on a date with my crush

*After class dean pulled me towards him* "So when do you want to have this date?"Dean asked "I was thinking Friday night?"I asked "works for me"Dean said *I smiled* "Great then Friday night it is"I said

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*It was finally Friday night I slipped on a white short dress and kept my hair down and straighten it before applying on my makeup and I put on the tenshoes* "you look amazing"Rory said as she held me get ready this wasn't exactly my style but I wanted to look perfect for tonight "Do you think he is going to like it?"I asked "He's going to love it"Rory said "Oh uh It's almost time so I am going to go meet him down the road"I said "Okay I keep Jess distracted go have fun and tell me everything when you get home"Rory said "for sure"I said

*Leaving the house I walked down the block before getting into dean's car* "Hey you"Dean said with a smile "Hi"I said "You look amazing tonight"Dean said "I can say the same about you"I said

*Dean pulled up into the parking lot of the art museum and he got out before going over to my side and open the door for me* "why thank you kind sir"I said playfully "No problem m'lady"Dean said with a joking tone *I laugh as I got out of the car and we walked up to the door and dean open it* "Lady's first"Dean said *I smiled* "what a gentlemen"I said *I walked in and dean followed behind me*

*I looked around and I smiled* "They're art is so perfect"I said "I know right you can tell alot about people with they're art"Dean said "well then tell me about this one"I said "this artist had a heart break that was huge and painted they're feelings on the canvas"Dean said *nodding impressed I smiled* "What about this one?"I asked *Dean laugh and he lead in* "well this artiest painted they're lust as you can see with the two shirtless men on the side and the women in the middle of the bed"Dean said *I widen my eyes and held back my laugh and then one caught my eye the most and I walked to it*

"This one"I said *dean smiled* "That one is when a girl has a crush on a guy but is to scared of rejection"Dean said *I looked up at dean as he looked down at me* "I guess you feel drawn to it?"Dean asked "A little bit'I said "But you weren't rejected"Dean said confused *I laugh softly* "It's not about rejection or dating it's just that every women go threw this alest once in they're lives"I said "well that does explain that"Dean said *I smiled* "We should head over to the restaurant"Dean said "For sure"I said with a smile

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*After eating me and dean walked to the middle of town and he held me in his arms as we watched the stars laying on the grass* "You know everything about tonight feels like a dream"I said "It does and I love it I want to take you on more dates in the future if that's alright pretty girl"Dean said "I am totally fine with it"I said with a blush

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that was just one of many dates I was falling head over heels I love with Dean anyone could read that from my face but I still took caution when it was around my brother

*Leaving third period dean took my hand and dragged me to a empty classroom* "hey"he said "Hi"I said *with that he lead down and kissed me* It felt like we we're together but we never really asked for labels

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*Later that night dean sneaked threw my bedroom window I smiled and laugh and quickly locked the door and walked over to dean* "what are you doing here?"I asked "Just wanted to see you what else?"Dean asked *I smiled as he leaned over and kissed me as I kissed him back and he slowly pulled away and walked over to my chair and sit down* "I've been thinking alot and I was wondering if you wanted to make things official"Dean said *I smiled* "I would love too"I said *Dean smiled and got up before making his way to me and kissed me* "great then you are mine my girlfriend"Dean said "Your girlfriend"I said *Dean smiled before leaning down and kissed me once again*

that's all I am thinking about making a part two for this if you want to see that just let me know and I will gladly make it :)

#dean forester x reader #dean gilmore girls #fanfic #romance #love

[bubblegumfrosting]

Hunted Pt. 4

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!reader

Summary: How will Dean react to finding you in his flannel when he returns from a hunting trip?

Warnings: None

A/n: Oh my god, this is the last part :,(. This is my first ever series and I’m kinda sad to see it come to an end. I’ve put so much work into this series and I hope you’ve enjoyed!

Thank you so much to everyone for the support the support and a special thank you to @something-noir who unknowingly convinced me to make this<333

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

It’s been a week since Dean woke you up from your nightmare and ever since than the two of you have gotten along rather nicely.

During the day time you rarely see Dean, so the night time has become your favorite hours of the day. Around 9:00 pm he comes stumbling into the room ranting to you about some case he can’t figure out.

You were usually cuddled up in the covers of his bed listening intently to whatever he has to say.

The way Dean spoke sent butterflies to your stomach, his voice was low and hoarse yet calming. You could fall asleep to it and to be completely honest you have.

Dean slept on the ground but every morning you’d wake up with him sleeping by your side, his arm usually draped across your waist. The two of you never discussed it but that didn’t stop you from falling more in love with him.

When you woke up today, Dean was already in the kitchen. Sam was cooking while Dean was sitting at the table reading his dad’s diary.

“Good morning!”, you said with a yawn.

“Morning Y/n, take a seat breakfast is almost ready.”, Sam replied.

You sat across from Dean who didn’t look up from the diary but acknowledged your presence with a smirk.

Sam was still under the impression that Dean despised you, I mean you don’t blame him because he rarely saw the two of you in the same room.

You were patient at first but slowly drove into boredom. Your leg started to bounce and you bit at your nails. Dean reached under the table and placed his hand on your knee to make you stop bouncing. He could tell you were flustered by the action so he continued to caress your knee with his thumb. His hands were rough yet warm and gentle, their touch made your skin tingle.

Dean stared straight into your eyes not allowing you to break eye contact, the tension was broken though by three plates of food being set on the table.

“Th-thanks Sam..”, you stuttered out and Dean retracted his hand. You could feel the lingering touch and you wished for more.

“I found a case just a couple miles away.”, Dean spoke with a mouthful of food.

“That’s great! What is it?”, Sam said as he grabbed pepper to sprinkle on his eggs.

“Three kids were found dead at some old factory, I’m sensing it’s a simple salt and burn.”.

“Could I go?”, you chimed in.

“Absolutely not.”, Dean glared at you.

“Dean, I could help..”, you trailed off.

“No Y/n, it’s dangerous and I don’t want you to get hurt.”, Sam looked surprised by what his brother just said. Why would he want to to protect someone he hated?

“Fine..”, you gave up and the three of you finished breakfast in silence.

After breakfast you helped Dean pack, “You could really use a monster like me on a hunt.”.

Dean looked up and pointed his finger sternly at you, “What did we talk about?”.

You sighed, “I’m not allowed to call myself a monster.”.

“That’s right and forget about the case, I don’t want to risk you getting attacked. I want you here where I know you won’t get hurt.”, Dean continued to pack.

You got all warm and fuzzy inside, Dean Winchester cares about you and wants you safe.

“Sam and I will probably be back within a day or two if we’re lucky.”.

“I’ll miss you..”, you whispered under your breath not realizing he heard.

“I’ll uh miss you too but um you have my number so if you need anything call me.”, Dean zipped up the bag and you nodded your head.

“Please be safe De.”, you said.

“De? I like it.”, he chuckled, “Don’t worry I’m a pro.”.

You helped Sam and Dean load up the impala and waved goodbye as they drove away.

Your crush on Dean growing with each breath you took, but there was one thing setting you back. Could he even like you? I mean of course your friendship with him was flirty at times but did he really view you that way? Would he actually want to date a…vampire?

The following few days your head was filled with daydreams and dread. You couldn’t stand rejection, this was the first time you’ve felt close to someone since you turned. Losing Dean over your feelings for him would kill you. Would he be disgusted that you even like him that way?

The hunt took longer than expected, you called Dean every night for updates and he’d gladly fill you in. You weren’t actually interested in the case, you just missed his voice. You didn’t just miss his voice though, you missed his scent, his touch, his face. The thing you did next was probably the most desperate thing a person would do in your situation.

One night you eyed his flannel on the back of a chair and impulsively took it. It smelled just like him, if you closed you eyes you could imagine he was just right there.

You wore the flannel around the house, wrapping it close to your body. You promised to return it before Dean came home. The thought of him finding out you stole his shirt to wear made your cheeks go pink with embarrassment.

It was now dusk and you were bored out of your mind, so you looked through Dean’s room and found his cassette player. You gently grabbed the head phones and hit play, of course it was classic rock.

Your heart matched the beat of the song and you laid down on the bed soaking in the music. You were so entranced in the moment that you didn’t hear Sam and Dean entering the bunker.

You curled up into a ball and closed your eyes imagining what it would be like to have a normal life with Dean. Perhaps you would buy a real house, get a dog or perhaps even kids. The perfect apple pie life.

Suddenly your daydream was interrupted when you felt someone take the headphones off your head. When you opened your eyes Dean was in front of you with a smug look on his face.

“Looks like someone missed me..”, he spoke and than noticed what you were wearing, “Hey..is that my flannel?”.

You didn’t go pink, you went bright red, “Um yeah I’m so sorry..”, you stood up and started to take it off but Dean stopped you.

“It’s okay, you look cute.”, Dean brushed a strand of hair out of your face and looked down at you.

“Dean?”, you said softly, “Would it be possible for you to like something like me?”.

Dean stepped closer, “What do you mean?”.

“I want to tell you something but I’m afraid you’d be disgusted because of what I am.”, you said and felt tears prick your eyes.

Dean quickly cups your face, “What you are? Y/n you should never feel ashamed of what you are. I’m sorry the world can’t see how kind and thoughtful you are…”, he hesitates. “But I do.”.

“I love you Dean.”, you said before you could stop yourself. Dean smiled and slowly leaned in half way not wanting to make a wrong move. You quickly closed the gap and melted into his lips. Dean stepped forward and you fell on top of the bed with him on top of you.

You grabbed the back of his head to push him closer into you and he smiled against your lips. By the time you both pulled away you were out of breath.

“I love you too.”, Dean placed one more kiss on your lips and got up.

“So…”, you trailed off, “Does that make me your..”.

“I’d hope so.”, Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bed, “What you are Y/n, is mine.”.

[BONUS SCENE]

It was the next morning and you decided to make breakfast for once. Sam was at the table on his laptop reading something about demons.

Dean walked into the room and kissed the top of your head, “Hello to you too.”, you giggled.

Sam sat the bewildered by what he just witnessed, “Um? What’s going on?”.

Dean sat across from him, “What? A man can’t kiss his girl?”.

Sam puts his face in his hands, “I’m going to need a drink.”.

#dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester/reader #dean x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfiction #dean/reader #jensen ackles #supernatural dean #dean x you #dean

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 10. 02 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

I was walking down the silent halls when the danger whistle went off somewhere in the building. Oh no, that can only mean one thing!

A monster!

In seconds I began to run in to direction of the sound. It didn't take me long to find the place where it happened. It was a horrible scene to watch when I arrived.

The green blob monster sat in the vent half burning while Yeong-su was screaming. Hyun-su was arguing with Seung-wan, Byeong-il, and Hye-in telling them it wouldn't hurt them.

Their fear took over because Byeong-il turned the flame thrower towards the green blob burning it. Yeong-su screamed louder for them to stop.

I couldn't watch anymore and pushed past Hyun-su. Grabbing the hot part of the weapon I pulled from Byeong-il's grasp before snapping it in two in my hands.

"Are you deaf? It won't do anything!" The three of them looked in fear at me making me think that my eyes had turned black.

Throwing the broken weapon at their feet I turned back around and saw Hyun-su looking at me with the guy standing behind him a little further.

Ignoring him for now I ran past them after the green monster who had fled back into the vents half-on fire. I think I know where it was going and I hope I wasn't too late to save it.

On my way there I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall before running to the spot. It was the same spot we found Yeong-su hiding in.

I ripped the vent door off before looking into it. I saw green slime and burn marks on it.

"Hey, here! It's me!"

I could hear it a little further, but I think it was scared or worse dying.

Without any other choice, I crawled inside and went looking for it. I was right when I thought it was close. I just had to turn the corner to find it smashing itself against the wall trying to extinguish the fire.

Without wasting time I took the extinguisher and turned it on towards it. I held it on the green blob for a while to make sure that all the fire was out.

After I made sure that it was out I turned it off and looked at the little monster. It was lying down breathing hard.

Quickly I crawl towards the green monster trying to see if I could help him more. It seems like he was in pain. I bite my lip trying to think what I could do.

There was no way for me to carry it in my arms it would only slip through it, but I couldn't just leave it alone here.

So I took off the black sweater of Hyun-su before taking off my plaid flannel. Carefully I laid it on the monster, before putting the sweater back on. It was still cold here and I'm going to need it if it gets colder.

Trying not to hurt it more I wrapped the flannel around it, before gently picking it up. It was a struggle to get back to the opening with it in my arms, but I managed to do it.

The whole time I could feel it shiver in my arms and I even thought I could hear noise coming from it. Like it was crying.

When I made it back to the ground I just stood there for a second look at the Green little monster in my arms.

It somehow reminded me of Miles.

They had the same height and the green reminded me of his bright green eyes.

"It's fine. I'm here." I whispered even though I had no idea if it was listening to me.

The shape of its head that was half burned laid itself against my shoulder. Again this reminded me of Miles. He would do the same thing when I held him when he was in pain or tired.

That's when an awful thought ran through my head.

Is this a kid?

I hadn't really thought about it until now, but what if kids changed into monsters too?

Oh god.

This is a kid!

"It's alright." I croaked out trying not to cry.

I can only imagine how scared he must have been all this time. Turning into a monster and having to go through it alone.

'See they would even hurt kids.'

I haven't heard her in a while. I honestly thought that she was gone.

"They didn't know."

I know that the people are scared even more now after what happened with those guys earlier.

My hand went to its body trying to see if I could feel its pain. I don't know if it even would work on monsters, but I need to try.

If it's in pain I can't just let it suffer like that. It was a weird feeling touching him, but after a second I could feel its pain.

A tear ran down my cheek when I felt that he was in agony.

"I'm sorry they did this to you," I whisper.

"I'll make it better, I promise." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

The familiar feeling in my veins quickly came. Every time I take someone's pain it becomes much easier to do so.

A groan left my lips when I felt the feeling grow faster than normal. I had to stop quickly or I would pass out again.

My eyes snapped open when I felt the monster stop moving. To my surprise, some of the burn marks were gone. It looked like it had healed himself quicker when I took his pain.

It began to move again before slipping out of my arms completely. It slides from side to side like it is testing its body.

A small smile came to my face when I saw that he was much better.

"Listen, you need to get out of here," I said grabbing its attention.

"Go find a safe place away from here. Maybe you'll find more monsters like you and you can stay with them okay?" It tilted its head like a lost puppy would do before it began to climb up the wall to the vents.

"I mean it. Go out of the building somewhere safe please." I said standing up.

I could see its head nod before waving at me. A small smile came to my face before I waved back. I watch as it slides away hopefully to a much safer place.

"Why do you do that?"

I turned around and saw Eun-yu standing there.

"Do what?" She moved closer before looking up at the vent where the monster had gone in.

"Help people, monsters. Why?" I look away from the vent to face her.

"Because I want to."

She shook her head facing me now.

"Everyone can help them if they want to, but they rarely do. You help them even if you are hurt, in danger, or barely alive. Why? Why do you have the need to help them?"

I blink a few times trying to think about an answer.

Why?

Why do I help them?

Protect them?

Nobody had ever protected me in my life. I know how it feels to be ignored when I need help. I don't want anyone to feel like that or go through something like that. It doesn't take much to help or be kind to someone or something.

Ace was the first person who ever cared and helped me. I will never forget that feeling when he did. It was something so simple, but it gave me back fate in life.

He helped me stand back up after some bully had pushed me down to the ground.

It was small and simple, but the feeling of someone helping me without wanting anything in return and doing it purely because they wanted to was something I had never experienced before.

"Again because I want to. Call it a hero complex I don't know, but if I know I can help someone I will."

Maybe there is more to it, but I just don't want anyone to suffer and ignore it when I know I can help them.

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[yoditopascal]

Heat Of The Moment (Part Two)

summary: ‘Adopted daughter to police chief Jim Hopper, Shea has a hard enough time fitting in at Hawkins high, throw in monsters, meddling kids, and alternate dimensions into the mix and she’s not sure how she’ll survive.’

content warning: some angst, character deaths, period-typical racism, period-typical sexism, canon-typical violence, possible smut later on??? (honestly we’ll see), cussing, mutual pining, found family, drug use, this is a reader insert but I hate using y/n so your nickname is ‘Shea’

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The Runaway

A series of rapid-fire bangs ripped her from her deep sleep. Jumping up to answer it, she quickly grabbed the closest thing she could find to cover her cold form, a red flannel hanging over the back of the raggedy yellow couch, and put it on over the top. A blurred figure immediately raced past her the minute her door opened, not giving her even a second to speak before he started pacing around in her living room, fear and confusion clear on his face as he chewed on his already short nails.

“Eddie? What's wrong? What time is it?” She said checking her wristwatch, it was just past midnight.

“She’s dead, she’s fucking dead man!”

“Who’s dead? What’s going on?”

“She just started floating and her bones just fucking-” he was pacing in her living room, limbs shaking as tears started to flow freely.

“Her eyes! Christ her eyes Hopper!“

“Eddie!” Shea cried, grabbing him by his face as she got him to look at her “You gotta try and calm down, you're not making any sense!”

“I-I didn’t know what to do or where to go!” He cried as he held on to her arms, she bought them to sit on the couch.

“She just came over to buy something stronger, I wasn’t gonna fuck her up or anything I was just gonna give her some Special K to take the edge off I swear b-but- fuck!”

“I-it’s gonna be ok Eddie” Shea still couldn’t quite make out what Eddie was saying but she knew something had happened to someone and whatever it was Eddie was fucking terrified. Pushing his hair from his face Shea jumped in her skin as Eddie slapped her hands away.

“No it’s fucking not! She fucking dead Hops aren’t you listening to me!”

“I’m trying to Eddie but you’re not making sense!”

“Oh god I think I’m gonna puke” Jumping back up Eddie went back to pacing the room slowly to ease his stomach, one hand on at his mouth as he bit at his thumbnail, the other rubbing at his forehead.

“Let me get you some water or something alright just hang tight,” Shea said jumping to her feet to fetch him something to drink but his next words stopped her in her tracks

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

“What?”

“Oh god I-I came straight over here I’m so fucking stupid! What if someone saw me, w-what if I was followed, man? I lead ‘em right here!” His pacing continued as he picked up his speed

“Eddie don’t-“

“I dragged you right in the middle of all my shit!”

“Hey look at me alright!” Shea shouted, grabbing his attention as she grabbed his hand. Her fingers intertwined with his ringed ones as she held them.

“I don’t know what’s going on right now but I’m gonna help you Eddie nothings gonna happen I got you”

“You don’t get it Hops what if-“

“Whatever is happening I can handle it! I promise.”

“I should leave…I don’t wanna-” he said, beginning to pace the room again before Shea stopped him by putting a hand to his chest

“It’s the middle of the night I’m not letting you drive around, especially with how you are right now, not alone at least.”

“No way in hell I’m dragging you out with me in the middle of the night!” He said with a huff as if that was the most ridiculous idea he’s ever heard.

“Then stay here tonight” Shea said nearly metaphorically knocking the wind out if Eddie as he wasn’t expecting that from her at all

“But-“

“You need rest” “Whatever’s going on we’ll figure it out in the morning. Together. I promise.” She said looking him dead in his eyes as if looking for her answer there.

After some more convincing on her part Shea had managed to talk Eddie into sleeping on her couch. Grabbing some blankets she got him some water before heading to her room, taking her pants off and going to bed herself. Like she told Eddie, whatever was happening she’d help him deal with it all in the morning.

When she woke up the next morning the night before felt like a fever dream. Throwing the covers off of her body she rushed into the living room expecting to find Eddie resting peacefully on the couch but instead found herself faced with a pile of blankets and an empty living room. Panic-stricken, Shea raced around the house looking to see if she could find any trace that Eddie was there but found none.Throwing on some pants, she grabbed her keys and hurried out the door.

“Robin! I need you.” Shea said bursting into the video store, sweat on her brow as she raced up to her friend.

“I’m with a customer right now can’t this wait?” Robin chuckled nervously as she stared at her friend awestruck as she held the phone to her ear. Shea looked visibly shaken as she burst through the doors covered in sweat.

“No I uh have a thing and I uh reeeeeally need you and Steve right now!” She stressed as she hopped over the counter.

“A thing?” Robin mouthed, placing her hand over the receiver to muffle herself.

“Yes a thing!” Shea whispered back, growing more impatient.

“Like a thing, thing ooooor?”

“Christ Robin it’s a thing like Scoops Troop thing !”

“OH!”

“Yes oh!”

“I’m sorry ma’am I’ll have to call you back.” Robin finally said not even giving the woman on the other end time to respond as she hung up the phone and turned her full attention to Shea.

“What the shit why didn’t you say it was a thing , thing the first time you dingus!”

Robin said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I did! Where’s Steve?” Shea asked not wanting to waste anymore time

“In the back I’ll get him.” With that Robin raced to the back and returned with Steve in tow both worried for their clearly distressed friend.

“Shea? What are you doing here, what's wrong?” Steve said starting to sound panicked as he place a hand in Shea’s shoulder and looked her in the eyes, Robin had briefly told him she was there and looked scared but he didn’t expect her to look as freaked out as she was, the last time he had seen her like this was with Billy and the Mind Flayer and well…Steve didn’t really want to thing about that but he hoped that whatever this was about wasn’t nearly as bad.

“Look I-I don’t know the full details of what’s going down but long story short something happened last night with Eddie and now I can’t find him!” Shea explained biting at her nails, she had looked all over town at all his usual hangouts that she could think of before coming to her friends and couldn’t find a trace of Eddie anywhere plus the cops were crawling all over his place, what if something happened to him? What if he got hurt? What if-

“What do you mean you can’t find him? What happened last night?” Steve said, breaking her out of her train of thought.

“He came over last night all shaken up I-I couldn’t really get anything outta him but fuck you guys shoulda seen him I’ve never seen him look so scared!“ Shea cried as paced from behind the counter. “I went to check on him this morning but he was gone, I drove by his place on the way here but there were cops everywhere.”

“Did he tell you anything at all last night?” Robin asked, trying to soothe her friend as she rubbed her back reassuringly.

“ I couldn’t get much outta him besides ‘she’s dead’ and him talking about someone floating but I think… I think this might be an upside down thing” Shea whispered the last part as if just saying the words would conjure up some kind of monster or something.

“Christ” she cursed, sinking down to the floor, her knees to her chest as she scratched her head, this was all too much for her to handle.

“Ok just try and relax here Shea we don’t know what happened yet” Steve tried to reassure her as he sank down to the floor next to her, Robin following suit. He placed a hand on her knee as his thumb rubbed small circles as he tried to console her.

“What if something got him Steve, what if they’re coming after all of us by going after people we know? W-what if someone’s after El?” She covered her mouth as actual tears began to fall from her eyes. It was bad enough that her sister lived in anther state but if she was in danger? She couldn’t even bring herself to think about what she would do if she was.

“Hey calm down”

“I-I gotta check on her”

“Shea she’s ok alright don’t start freaking out”

“She doesn’t have her powers, Steve! She can’t-“

“Hey let’s just figure out what’s going on first ok?” Robin said from beside her trying to get her to take a deep breath and think for a minute.

“Maybe we can get some more answers on the news” Steve said standing as he grabbed the tv remote.

‘We don’t have a lot of details now, but we can confirm the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning in the Forest Hills Trailer Park. The police have not yet released the name although we are told they’re currently in the process of notifying the family.’

“Holy shit” Steve swore as he and the others, now on their feet, watched the live news feed of the police pulling a black body bag out of Eddie’s trailer.

“That’s his house” Steve said stunned

“That his house. You didn’t tell me it was at his house” he repeated, sounding more pissed off by the second, throwing Shea for a loop. She hopped it was her imagination

“What difference does that make?”

“Jesus Shea what if it really was him? Huh? Do you actually know that it wasn’t him?” Steve said, crossing his arms over his raised chest.

Oh he was definitely mad now.

“It wasn’t him, Eddie would never do that.” Shea said matter of factly crossing her arms over her chest too.

“You were with him last night for fuck’s sake! He could have hurt you or worse!”

“You don’t know shit about him Steve!” Shea shouted raising herself to Steve’s level

“Yeah you said the same shit about Billy and look what happened!” Steve shouted back, Shea stared at him dumbfounded, her scar on her stomach starting to feel hot and sensitive.

Now that was a low blow, even for Steve.

“Ok that’s enough let’s break it up guys” Robin said trying to come in between the two before it could get ugly but the damage was already done. Steve continued on anyways, not yet realizing that Shea had completely shut down on him.

“I mean come on what if he was high on something or was possessed did you even stop to think about any of that shit Shea?”

“Steve!” Robin yelled, breaking him out of his rant.

“What?” He said looking back and forth between Robin and Shea who had her head down as pure anger swirled behind her dark eyes. “Shit Shea look I didn’t mean-“ he said moving to comfort her but she backed away.

“Fuck off Harrington.”

Ignoring Steve’s presence Shea turned her full attention to Robin “I gotta call El”

“You can use the phone in the back.” Robin said, pointing to the closed back room. Shea nodded before taking one look at Steve from the corner of her eye and storming off, slammed the door behind her.

“I probably shouldn’t have said all that.” Steve sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah no shit Sherlock.”

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