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hottestvirgin · 2 months

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warnings. dilf!heeseung, sub!reader, smut, fluff, cute moments, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, unprotected sex, slight degrading, dirty talk, creampie, very dirty, yuuuhh

becoming heeseung’s daughter’s official babysitter was the best decision you’ve made in a while. not only were you getting paid $65 an hour to watch a guy’s child and to live there, but you were babysitting a well behaved little girl.

this came with its perks, and that was seeing her attractive father everyday. you met heeseung through a friend who worked for his family’s company. when she heard word of him needing a babysitter for his two year old, she immediately called you. after a small interview and background check, you became his babysitter.

that was one year ago. so now you were watching over a little three year old everyday, keeping her fed and entertaining while heeseung worked overtime for the company he’s soon to obtain. being closer to him, he’s more vocal about his struggles with being a father with his career.

“i don’t, y’know, wanna be distant from her,” he pauses to meet your eyes, flashing a genuine smile while rubbing your shoulder, “that’s why i appreciate you so much.”

your heart thrums at his words. they always do. and you couldn’t help the overwhelming feelings for heeseung. this tension between you two have been blossoming for a few months now. he just finds it so endearing how sweet and caring you are to both him and his daughter. he even considered raising your pay.

“$100!?” you gasped, a little too loudly. you quickly glance over at his sleeping daughter, hoping you didn’t wake her. when she didn’t move an inch, you look back at heeseung.

“is it too low?” the man asked, “i can double it.” he was desperate. so desperate to show you his appreciation. so desperate to ensure that you would never, ever leave.

“my current pay is enough, sir. don’t worry.” you smiled at him and he swore you were the most beautiful woman his eyes had ever landed on.

he pursed his lips, “you’re always so formal. you can call me heeseung,” he chuckled, “loosen up a bit.”

the softness of his voice lightened your mood that day, causing his name to be able to slip past your plush lips with ease now.

“heeseung, you got her the wrong applesauce,” you told him with a small laugh, watching him drop the last grocery bag on the kitchen counter. “she likes strawberry instead of cinnamon, remember?”

your words sent a weird feeling in heeseung’s stomach. you remembered everything about his daughter and he couldn’t even remember her favorite applesauce flavor. seeing you take on the role he failed to take made him proud and embarrassed.

“shit. you’re right. i’ll go get it then.” he’s stopped by the firm grip on his wrist, turning on his heels and meeting your comforting gaze.

“don’t worry about it. she’ll eat it.” you told him. and later that night he overheard you telling his daughter that the cinnamon applesauce was a special gift from him and how he loved her very much. she had eaten every single bite.

the first time he saw you cry was probably the scariest moment in his life. what had happened? did his daughter do something to you? did she hurt your feelings? were you gonna leave him?

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” heeseung was quick to comfort you in parallel with how you’re always quick to comfort him. he rubbed your back and you sniffled, wiping the tears that streamed down your face.

“she called me mommy,” you told him, “i just.. don’t know how to react to that.”

oh.

when you told him that you didn’t know why you bursted out crying, he hesitated for a bit. he knew that this would happen because of how young she is. but he didn’t know it would make you ball out crying.

“if she thinks of you as a mommy then that means you’re doing a good job.” heeseung told you, his fingers intertwining with yours, squeezing your hand. there was something about his aura that night that made you feel safe and warm.

and what really made your heart swell was when he told you that you would be the perfect mother. this feeling was different. it made you.. aroused. in a way. but it was wrong, right? you can’t feel this way towards him.

as the long spring days passed, the tension grew. starting from giving each other as much personal space as possible to being very affectionate and open with each other which seemed like overnight.

“i just put her to bed.” you announce, standing in heeseung’s doorway with your arms crossed. he looks up from his laptop, inviting you to sit on his bed. “i’m getting used to it. but it just feels so weird sometimes. i’ve never seen myself as a mother.”

heeseung’s facial expression softens when you speak, reaching to graze his fingers over your arm. “but you would. i’ve been watching you and you’re better at parenting than me.” he laughs his words off but your stomach churns in arousal when he admits that he does, in fact, watch you.

“you’re an amazing dad.” you reassure. “you think so?” heeseung tsks, closing his laptop to give you his attention. nodding, you continue, “you’re sweet, loving, funny, generous..” you pause when he interrupts with a sudden laugh.

“yeah? tell me more.” the man sits up against his headboard, loving the compliments.

“hardworking, dependable.. i could go on. you’re everything i’d want in a man.” you didn’t expect to fully admit your appreciation for the man but you didn’t expect to admit that. seeing his reaction to your words made your heart flutter.

heeseung didn’t know why but the tension between you two grew intensely. he stares into your eyes lovingly, in a daze. like he was getting high just from hearing your pretty voice.

“so you want me to be your man?” heeseung repeats, and your face quickly heats in embarrassment at what you just said. fuck. what if he finds you weird? would he fire you?

“i-i mean.. i’d like a man like you.”

“mm.. so you like me.” heeseung concludes, and you cover your face in embarrassment. “well, i like you too,” he tells you, “and you’re everything i’d want in a woman.”

there’s a hint of teasing in his words but you knew they were genuine when you found heeseung in between your legs, splitting you open on his cock right then and there. filling your cunt deliciously, it’s so good. and heeseung has never been this turned on in his life, rutting into you desperately.

you can feel him deep in your stomach. and his slender fingers graze over your abdomen, his desires sending more adrenaline through his veins. he pushes your thighs against your chest, folding you in half and thrusting stupidly into you. “i’ll fuck a baby in you, i promise.” he grunts, squeezing your thighs.

you’re all fuzzy and drunk on his cock, only being able to moan and whimper pathetically as he pulls his hips down harder and harder, each time pushing your body into the mattress which produces loud squeaks and would guarantee wake his daughter up. but he doesn’t stop.

“you’d be such a pretty mama, baby.” heeseung cooes, and it sends shivers down your spine. he’s serious because he’s fucking you into the mattress with all his strength, caging and trapping you between his arms.

“d..don’t stop.” you beg, breathless. he’s not planning on it, and it only thrives him to angle his hips to where his swollen tip abuses that soft spot inside of you. this sends you to another realm, your grunts turning into silent moans.

heeseung can see it now. how you’d be walking around his house with a swollen belly. how pretty you’d look with all the weight gain, swollen tits, so fragile and gorgeous. just for him. he could already see you with his baby in your arms. fuck. it turns him on so much. everything about you does.

“oh my god. s’ good.” you moan, gripping onto the back of your own thighs. “yeah? i’m right here, baby, feel that?” he grazes over your stomach again, pushing down to feel the print of his cock in your flesh, “gonna fill this pussy full of my babies.. gonna make you my wife so you’ll never leave me like she did.”

fuck. he was pushing you over the edge and your fingers were slipping. you were so close to losing your mind. clenching around him, he groans while putting more aggression to his thrusts to ensure that he’s balls deep inside you. fuckfuckfuck. he was so close, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you. every drag of his cock sent a shiver down your spine.

he nuzzles his sweaty face into your neck, taking in your sweet, motherly scent. you were driving him fucking crazy. and he didn’t stop his thrusts for a minute. he wraps an arm around the back of your neck, pulling you into his chest while his other hand pushes your thigh further against your chest.

“ah fuuuk.. m’ gonna cum.” heeseung hips stutter, voice shivery as he whimpers and fills your womb full with his thick load, riding out his orgasm while you cum hard around him, creaming his shaft. he’s still rocking against you to make sure he fucks every drop of his cum as deep as he can in you. when he pulls out, fat globs of his cum seep out of your aching hole.

you have no regrets, no source of shame, nothing. this was the man you wanted to be the father of your first child. this was the man who’s baby you wanted to carry. so a few weeks later, you show him a positive pregnancy test.

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mydearesthrry · 10 months

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love in secret - h.s.

a/n: ohhhh my loves this one is a mess. please bear with me!!! it gets better. i promise. i love this one so so dearly and its very special to me so please be kind :’( i love you i love you i love you, thank you for choosing to read my work. enjoy <3

🎀 warnings/cw: a really weird creepy uncle (weird comments/advances on yn), a weird creepy guy at a bar, a weird girl at a birthday party, angst, harry yells lol, FLUFF CANT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGHHHH, PROTECTIVERRY nothing too out of the ordinary for me

🐇 pairing: best friend!reader x harry styles to lovers

💐 wc: 5.9k (not edited, completely unproofread)

summary: 5 times when Y/N and harry communicated with just a look to each other, or, 5 times where they just understood.

— 1

The lights in the restaurant were bright. Blinding, really. YN had a hard time even keeping a conversation with someone due to the lights being so bright and her needing to shut her eyes tightly every couple of seconds. It was unfortunate enough that she showed up to the dinner with a headache beginning to brew at the nape of her neck, and she cursed herself in her head at the fact that she let herself just ignore it. The room was filled with loud chatter and laughter, the other patrons enjoying themselves and letting loose with the alcohol provided to them. Her head was hung, hair falling around the sides of her face, allowing for a nice shield to dim the lights a little bit, providing her eyes a little bit of solace from the intrusive brightness.

“Alright y’guys, I’m really tired and I think ‘M gonna head out now.” She could hear Harry announce to the table, pushing his chair back with his legs as he tapped on YN’s thigh with his right hand. Pushing himself up with his legs, he leaned down to whisper a quick ‘get your stuff’ to YN. She agreed without another word, and stood to grab her purse from where it was hung on the chair, pulling it up onto her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling chilly out of nowhere. Harry noticed this– of course he did– and draped the jacket he had resting on his forearm over her shoulders. YN and Harry both said their goodbyes, no one questioning YN packing up her things. Everyone knew that wherever she went he would follow, and wherever he went she would follow.

Slinging his arm over her shoulder, Harry gave one last goodbye from the both of them, before leading her to the back entrance to avoid paparazzi, knowing how much that would hurt her head. He could sense that she was feeling weird from the second she grabbed a seat next to him, but didn’t question her about it. As the night went on, he noticed how she kept blinking harshly, kept rubbing her temples with her fingertips, or rested her forehead on his shoulder for comfort. Suddenly, when she let her head fall, he realized exactly what was happening– she was having a migraine.

Little to no words were shared between them during dinner in an attempt to catch up with their friends who they’d hadn’t seen in a long time, but they were still reminded of each others presence. Harry's been placing soft kisses onto her hair when he felt the weight of her head drop onto his shoulder while also keeping conversation to whoever he was talking to. YN linked their pinky fingers at the beginning of dinner, letting it hang between the two of them for the rest of the night until she had to rub her temples to try and ease the pain. While they didn’t really speak, they had conversations with their eyes that only they could understand.

Harry initially checked on her when she lifted her head from his shoulder the third time, turning his head to look at her only to see that she was already waiting for him. He gave her a look that asked if she was okay, and she answered silently with a small head nod. Even though he didn’t buy it, he left it alone since he knew that they’d be leaving soon anyway.

When she finally got to the sweet solace of Harry’s car, a sigh of relief left her at the darkness inside. The interior of his car was all black with tinted windows, so the dim of the streetlights couldn’t bother her as much either.

“Lovie, y’should’ve told me y’had a migraine, would’ve gotten y’home instantly.” Harry scolds in a low, quiet voice, a frown on his lips when he saw the way she slumped down into the passenger seat, head falling back onto the headrest.

“I know, I’m sorry. Just looked like you were having fun.” She whispered, knowing her voice at full volume would hurt her head.

“Y’are way more important to me than a dinner with our friends. We can see our friends whenever, and it would be much more convenient for the both of us if y’were healthy while doing so.” He grumbled, grabbing the steering wheel with his left hand and reaching over to rest his right hand on her thigh.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear I’m such a burden,” She spat, voice still low. She opened her eyes when she heard nothing but silence to see Harry giving her a look to which she sighed at, grabbing his hand to twist the rings around on his fingers. “I know what you mean. Jus’ being stubborn right now.”

He snorts, “Trust me, I know. ‘S like it’s y’middle name.” He squeezes her hand at the soft laugh she gives, his heart pumping the slightest bit faster.

“Back to mine?” He whispers.

“Obviously.”

— 2

YN rested her back along the arm of the couch, knees pulled up so that she only took up one cushion. Even if the rest of the couch was completely unoccupied beside her, she wanted to be as respectful as possible. The room was almost full by the way producers, writers, and managers scattered around, but she was only there for one of them; the boy in the booth. Harry’s been recording for about 2 hours now and she knew that he was overdue for a break, however, she also knew that he wouldn’t step foot outside of the booth until what he recorded was 100% to his liking, and they both knew that his perfectionist tendencies was his vice.

She sat around for a bit longer, silently playing games on her phone mindlessly while periodically checking the time, until she heard a muffled shout come from the booth– the booth that she knew only had Harry in it. Looking up, she saw Harry with the studio headphones pulled down to hang around his neck, stepping to the side so he wouldn’t be shouting into the microphone. She rolled her eyes and stared at him in annoyance, waiting until he would eventually catch her gaze. Right when he did, he could already see the look in her eyes which made him look down ashamedly, taking the headphones from his neck to put on the mic stand, coming out of the booth like a puppy with its tail between its legs. He already knew he was about to get chewed out by the way she looked at him, almost disappointed by the way he seemed to lack self care when he was working.

“Can we break for a minute, everyone? 30 minutes, tops.” She said loudly enough so everyone could hear her. Everyone immediately agreed and began to shuffle out of the room, leaving only YN and Harry in the space. Once the final person left and they heard the door click shut, she turned her head back to him with a distinct glimmer in her eyes.

“Really, H?” She sighed, gesturing to him to join her on the couch. She slid her legs down and opened them a little, already knowing that he was going to fall and put his entire weight onto her. And she was right. The second she opened her arms, he slumped down into a sitting position at first, before laying down with his head resting just below her chin, head turned toward the soundboard with a pout on his raspberry lips.

“I know, ‘M sorry,” He sighed, arms coming round to rest underneath her back in a loose hold, trying to get as much comfort as possible. “Jus’ hate when it doesn’t come out exactly how I envisioned it.”

“I know, but overworking yourself and your precious voice doesn’t equate to anything and it especially won’t equate to perfection if you’re tired. Looking at it all, especially from my perspective, it jus’ looks like you’re being mean. Like, lashing out on all of those people… they’re tired too, bub. They don’t deserve this kind of treatment from you, especially not when you can help it. Are you seeing what I mean?” She tried to lay it out in the most delicate way possible while also knocking some sense into him, and it all started to make sense to him after all.

“You do know you need to apologize to them, right?” She mutters into his hair, pressing the tiniest of kisses to his hair.

“I know. You’re right. I mean, you’re always right, but you’re especially right, right now. I dunno how y’always know me, or how you always know how t’make it better.” Harry grumbled. He hated this part. He hated when what he was envisioning didn’t come to full fruition right away.

“It’s because I’m your best friend,” She could feel the way they both collectively tensed at her words, “It’s just what I do. I know you better than anyone else in this world and I have since we were toddlers. There’s no way you can be surprised now, ‘M basically your only friend.”

He laughed along with her, trying his best to mask the rejection he felt when he heard her say that she was his best friend. “Y’are, lovie. The only one who knows me like this.”

She hummed. “The only one who ever will,” She said in full conviction. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, their faces close to each other. He could feel her breath on his face, and when he went to lift himself up a little to be able to meet her lips, she cleared her throat and nudged up a bit, creating distance between them.

Tangling her fingers back into his hair, she awkwardly whispered, “Now, rest for a little bit, bub. I’ll wake you up when they’re ready to go.”

— 3

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for YN and Harry to have dinner with each other’s families, but there was something about tonight that made the both of them have a weird twinge in their stomachs that tonight would be different. It started off normal, really. They showed up to YN’s parents house, one of her hands pushed into the crook of his arm. YN had a bottle of wine in her other hand while Harry had his shoved into his pocket. Ringing the doorbell, there was something about the lack of commotion coming from inside that made them share a weird glance, before they shrugged their shoulders in unison and put it to the side when they heard the lock click.

YN’s mom opened the door with a sheepish grin on her face, and YN already knew she was going to spew out an apology for something.

“Hi, my loves, missed you. But, before you both come in,” Her mom wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist, “Uncle Rick is here.”

YN and Harry both groaned, already dreading the dinner that hadn’t even started. They knew something was up when they didn’t hear the shouts of little kids wrestling each other to get to the door, and now it was completely explained why.

Uncle Rick was her dad’s estranged brother who had only started coming around 5 or 6 Christmases ago, and the entire family has had a weird dislike for him since the beginning. He was creepy! As simple as that. He used to make weird comments on her and her sisters bodies, and he liked to talk to Harry about how much money Harry had, while also trying to push out a sob story so Harry would flit him some cash. It never worked, by the way.

“That explains why the rascals weren’t here t’open the door,” Harry muttered, an annoyed and pouty look already on his face. He was excited to see the little ones, and they weren’t even here!

“Harry, stop with the look, don’t be a brat. Both of you, lighten up! I dislike him as much as you do but you two are the only ones who showed up for dinner. Your sisters bailed the second I mentioned him, so please just try to be nice?” YN’s mom scolded Harry. Since they’ve known each other since they were practically still in diapers, she treated him like her own and Anne did the same for YN.

“I’ll try,” Harry grumbled, patting YN’s bum when her mom stepped out of the way to let them in. Unhooking their arms from each other, they pushed their coats off and hung them up. Turning to each other, they shared a look before inhaling deeply at the same time, entwining fingers. “We got this, lovie. I believe in us.”

YN only nodded, trudging forward with him trailing behind her, his arm lifting a bit from the small pull where their hands were conjoined. Walking into the kitchen, she greeted her dad with a side hug in an attempt to not let go of Harry, before pulling back to let Harry greet him as well. They stepped back and looked at her dad expectantly, a sigh emitting when he saw their faces. “Sorry, kiddos. Would’ve told you, but mom wanted you guys to be here to keep us sane.”

“It’s okay, dad, but you have to shut him down if he says something about me. You promised last time.” She sighed, leaning into Harry the slightest bit for no reason other than familiarity and comfort.

“I will, Princess. I promise.” He shook his head fast, immediately abiding to the promise he made a couple of months ago.

“Alright, bub, let’s go say hi,” YN mentally prepared herself as they walked over to the living room, humming when her mom told her to get him for dinner. YN subconsciously tightened her grip on Harry’s hand, him doing the same. “Hi Uncle Rick, you remember Harry, right?”

“How couldn’t I remember? Y’bring that bugger around more than anyone else, I woulda thought he got you locked down. Quite annoying, that one is.” Uncle Rick’s feet were propped up onto the coffee table, a feeling of disgust already swirling in both of their chest when they could smell the mix of beer and smoke oozing from his pores.

“Um– He’s literally right here, and you just called him annoying?” She said quite exasperatedly, a muffled groan leaving her lips. “Whatever, it’s fine. Mom wanted us to tell you that dinner’s ready.”

“God, finally! Your moms been taking forever, annoying how long she takes to get everything ready. I mean, isn’t that her job? To cook and clean? She does a pretty shit job at it if I’m honest.” The man groaned, struggling to even get off the couch. He walked past them and placed a hand on YN’s waist when he passed by, making her jump and twist into the front of Harry’s body. He caught her with ease, letting go of her hand to wrap his arms around her body. He could feel how tense she was, her unease and anger radiating off of her in waves.

“Fuck. My. Life.” She muttered, leaning her face fully into his chest, banging her forehead against it with each word. Harry hummed, placing a few kisses onto her head to conceal the fact that he too, was bubbling with anger.

“Gonna kill him, lovie. The fuck was that, anyway? Calling me annoying when I’m right here? 5 feet away from him? Not a lot of cogs turning in tha’ one’s head, I’ll tell ya,” Harry snorted, trying to relax his best friend a little bit. “Calm down, babe, practically shakin’ in m’arms.”

She sighed, nodding into him. Comfort slowly seeped into her when she felt the gradual pressure of his arms behind her back. “I know, I’m sorry. Thank you for being here, though, you’re the bestest friend I could’ve ever asked for.”

Harry isn’t afraid to admit his heart shatters the tiniest bit at this. He even goes far to unwrap his arms from her frame prematurely, plastering on a fake smile before she can see the frown he had on. “‘S what I’m here for.”

A confused look made its way onto YN’s face, wondering what she said wrong to make him let her go. Opening her mouth to ask, she shut it right after she heard her mom call to them.

“Kids, come eat now!” She shouted.

“Coming!” YN called back, giving Harry one last look, a small look of hurt in her eyes, before pivoting on her heel to walk to the dining room.

They sat down, Uncle Rick at the head of the table with YN and Harry on one side, and her parents on the other. Harry frowned when she didn’t scooch her chair over a bit to be closer to him, and he looked at the amount of space that was between them. Taking initiative, he moved his chair over and rested his hand on her thigh, YN grumbling under her breath but grabbing his hand anyway and interlocking their fingers. Although he was right handed, he’d sacrifice his dominant hand to hold hers any day.

The four of them talked easily, Uncle Rick staying out of the conversations mainly, but he hummed or protested every so often to give pieces of mind (even though it was severely unneeded).

“So, YN, I heard that you graduated a couple of months out of medical school? How’d that go? Normally girls your age sleep around to graduate from something so difficult, hm?” Uncle Rick commented disgustingly, food spewing out of his mouth since he was talking with his mouth full.

“Um– sorry, what?” YN choked on the wine she brought, a fiery look already in her eyes. Her parents’ expressions dropped instantly, her dad already trying to sputter out an apology.

“If you’re implying that I slept with the higher ups to graduate then I’m sorry, you’re dead wrong. I worked so hard to get to where I am now, and maybe if you hadn’t been estranged, mind you, we didn’t even know who you were, then maybe you would’ve noticed. Or maybe, you’d still be the same sleazy prick you’ve always been. Either way, it’s no bother to me, I know how you feel after all. The way you try to subtly touch me and my sisters, we all notice it, but we’ve been biting our tongue for so long, because you know what? You’re family. But I’ve honestly had enough of it. Mom, Dad, me and H are leaving, thank you for dinner, but I really, really can’t.” She spewed out without missing a beat, tugging Harry up with her. He turned his head to look up at her, but he could see the upset look in his eyes and stood up without another word. He let go of her hand to go around the table to kiss her moms cheek and to clap her dad on the back.

He walked over to the threshold to leave, before deciding to give a little to this conversation as well. “Y’know, Uncle Rick, I tried m’hardest to be respectful as well, and I always wanted t’make a good impression, especially since I was with my best friends family, but I’ve been here f’longer than y’have to know that they’d love me either way, so I’ll just say this before I go; I didn’t mind when you’d make comments about me, but it’s another thing when y’making weird comments about her. She’s everything t’me, m’soulmate, really, and I feel bad that you’ve probably never had one. It would explain why y’so miserable, wouldn’t it?”

Rick tried to say something, but was quickly cut off. “And I pity that you’ll never get to see how wonderful YN is. I really do pity y’for that. She’s incredibly smart, beautiful inside and out, and y’threw away the chance to have something amazing with her. So for your own benefit, I hope something changes f’you so you can get t’know her. But if not, don’t worry, really, we’re very fine off without you, anyway. Goodnight, Y/M/N and Y/D/N, it’s been wonderful seeing y’both again. ‘M sure we’ll be back soon in better circumstances, I hope.”

And with that, he leaves the kitchen, leaving the three of them in awe.

Grabbing the both of their coats, noticing how YN had forgotten hers, he slammed the door shut and stalked quickly to the car, noticing how she was already in her assigned seat (He’d always joked about how she was the prettiest passenger princess), gnawing on her lips as glimmering tears lay stagnant in her eyes. He walked faster when he clocked this, knowing that her biting her lips was an anxious tic of hers. Popping open the door, he sat and settled into the driver's seat as fast as possible, turning on the ignition to power on the heater as quickly as he could.

She turned her head to him, and he grabbed the back of her head in a tight hold, his other hand wounding around her waist. Sobs starting to fill the car, followed by soft shushing by Harry.

“It’s okay, bub, y’so okay, I’m here, it’s okay.” He reassured, heart clenching at the gutwrenching sobs that left her.

“Love y’so much, you’re s’perfect, and he’s so so wrong. You’re m’best friend in the world, the best person I know... Precious girl, wish y’saw yourself the way I see you.” He placed the softest of kisses to the side of her head, whispering sweet words to her until her sobs calmed and he felt her move her eyes from his shoulder, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“I love you, H, no one I trust more in this world than you,” She whispered, pulling back to lay her temple on his cheek. Pulling back a little more, they now looked at each other, his eyes searching her watery ones. Their breaths hitched when they realized just how close they were to each other, knowing that if they were to move even an inch their lips would touch. They both moved forward a little, before jumping away from each other when Harry’s elbow pushed a little too hard on the center of the wheel, the horn honking.

A shy laugh left her lips as she spun back to face the windshield, a soft blush coating her cheeks. “Home?”

Harry cleared his throat, nodding slowly, a smile growing on his face when he realized that she referred to his house as home. “Yeah, bub, let’s go home.”

— 4

“Harry! YN! Come in, come in!” They smiled at her friend Alex, who was already noticeably drunk, a pink flush on her cheeks. As much as they didn’t like parties, they decided to show up to Alex’s birthday party, the decision hard for the two of them since they knew it would pretty much be like a party at a frat house. Alex pulled on YN’s hand, dragging her inside to the party, Harry being tugged along as well when he grabbed YN’s outstretched one. They get dragged to the kitchen, being heavily encouraged by Alex to make a drink, before running away when she gets distracted by another one of her friends.

“I guess bartender Harry’s making an appearance,” Harry shrugged, “What can I make f’you, bub?”

She tilted her head, thinking it over. “My usual, please.”

“One cherry vodka with sprite coming right up, sweets!” They talked for a little, giggling when Harry had opened a fresh liter of Sprite to make sure it was safe, which started spewing everywhere and in turn, all over his white shirt. “Fucks sake!”

“Messy boy.” She giggled, taking the drink with a gracious smile. She took his hand to lead him to the living room, finding a few of her friends and talking to them, also making conversation with Harry who they knew because of how many times he’s met them. When YN had thought about it, she realized that he really is there every single time she goes out with her friends. It’s like she had her own personal bodyguard.

After a few of her friends had come and gone, she placed her now empty cup on the counter that Harry was resting his back on, trying to stabilize himself as she relaxed herself into his body. “‘M gonna go up and use the bathroom real quick, will you be okay down here?”

“Of course I’ll be okay, but you be safe, bub.” He sent her away with a pat to her bum, a squeal leaving her lips. He watched her walk away with a smile on his face, not even realizing how lovesick the grin must’ve looked. A poof of blonde hair in front of him distracted him from her figure, and when he looked down, he saw a girl with curled and messy blonde waves, thick eyeliner paired with red lipstick that’d grown messy throughout the night. “Hi?”

“You’re so hot.” Blondie commented bluntly. He stepped back to create some space between them, sliding his arm out of her rough grip. He couldn’t pinpoint the reason why her hands felt like sandpaper on his tanned skin, but it felt like he’d just been burned with a flat iron.

“Oh, um… thank you? That’s very sweet, but I’ve got a girl-” He started.

“She doesn’t need to know…” She purred, and disgust filled Harry’s face.

“I’m flattered, but I really do have a girlfriend, and she’s here with me tonight, I’m not comfortable with this, ‘M sorry.” He tried again, but every time he would take a step backward, Blondie would take a step forward. Can she not take the hint?!

“Is the girlfriend in the room with us?” She started to get annoyed. A small weight lifted from his chest because he thought maybe if she got tired of him, she would just leave. He tried to wait for this plan to work, but he realized he didn’t even need to when he saw his precious girl descend down the stairs. Her eyes caught his, and he tried to iterate in his eyes that he needed help, and fast. She noticed and tried to go down the stairs a bit faster, not even caring if she stepped on someone. She walked fast to close the distance between them, burrowing herself in the space Harry provided when he lifted his arm as she was on her way over.

“Hi baby,” YN started, pecking a kiss to his cheek sweetly, before turning her gaze to the girl in front of Harry. “Oh! I’m so sorry, that was so rude of me! Hi, I’m Harry’s girlfriend, YN. And you are…?”

Blondie stared at YN’s outstretched hand in confusion, rolling her eyes and flipping her messy blonde hair over her shoulder, whacking YN in the face with the tips as she walked away. YN pulled a face of disgust, Harry immediately brushing her face off softly with his hand.

“Fuckin’ bitch, thinks she can take y’from me,” YN muttered under her breath, quiet enough to the point that even Harry himself couldn’t hear, which said a lot since they were practically telepathically connected.

“Hm?” Harry questioned, but she didn’t say a word.

“Nothing, just crazy to think that these girls think they can get you without getting through me first, that’s all.” She smiled up at Harry innocently.

He snorted. “I send my luck out to anyone who even ends up trying. Thank you for saving me, bub. I owe you, big time.”

“Just take me home now. Can we watch a movie?”

“Anything f’you, Sweetheart.”

— 5

They didn’t really like these galas.

To be honest, it wasn’t really their scene and they’d much rather be at Harry’s house, cuddled on the couch with her feet on his thighs, his fingers digging into the heels and soles of his feet mindlessly.

They were in matching outfits, a silky emerald dress hugging her body whilst also accentuating her curves. Harry was clad in a velvety dark green suit, a black button up buttoned to just the middle of his torso matching her black YSL purse that she got as a graduation gift from him (among many other things against her wishes). They walked into the event arm in arm which wasn’t unusual for the pair. She tended to be his date to these once in a while events he’d agree to going to. The two had already walked in whispering and giggling about how they caught Glenne and Jeff sucking face in a darkened hallway near the entrance.

Harry found a couple of his friends he’d made while in the process of making the album, YN standing close to his side with a polite smile on her face. After a couple of minutes, she’d become thirsty and, unnoticeably to anyone else, tapped her fingers on his forearm that her hand was hanging on. He looked to her, a soft but questioning smile on his face, and she scrunched her nose, clearing her throat to speak. “‘M gonna get a drink, bub. Getting a little thirsty, do you want anything?”

He shook his head, turning fully to face her. She unhook her hand from the crook of his arm, nodding toward the bar. “D’you want me t’come with you?”

She shook her head no, already stepping back to move towards the bar. “I’ll be okay, jus’ keep an eye on me in case I need saving, yeah?”

“Of course, only have eyes f’you anyway.” He unashamedly flirted, chuckling at the bashful look on her face, turning her gaze to anything but him to will away the blush begging to make itself known on her cheeks.

“Cheeky boy, I’ll be back.” She smiled, shaking her head. He pulled her in a little, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before sending her away, following her figure with his eyes to ensure she was safe on the less than eight feet walk to the bar. Once assured she was there safely, he turned his gaze to his gaggle of friends, making small talk with them, nothing more than work and the weather. He’d shared a couple of laughs before his brain made itself aware that his other half wasn’t back to his side as quickly as it would normally take her, and he turned his head to look for his girl– not his girl, but– no, she was his girl. They’d both known it anyway.

His heart dropped to about his toes when he saw her turn her head too, a quick panicked glimmer in her eyes. He was unsure if he was reading her correctly, but when he kept his gaze trained on her for a little longer and watched as she gave him the same panicked look, he knew she was in trouble. She looked back forward, trying to be as polite as possible, and he excused himself from the group in the blink of an eye. Striding over as fast as his legs would allow, he slowed his pace down a little to not look suspicious to any onlookers. He found her quickly, her head turning once more, a now relieved and slightly amused look in her eyes. Clocking the creepy looking guy standing in front of her, he said fuck all to looking suspicious and picked up his pace once more.

He closed the distance between them quickly, pressing his front against her back gently, trying his best to not be overbearing. The heat radiating from his body automatically calmed her, feeling the way he let his arm snake around his waist to let his hand sit on the small space between her hip and her waist, a large tattooed hand resting on her tummy. She placed the drink onto the bar, laying her cold hand onto his warm one. He leaned towards her head, kissing her hair and humming when she leaned her head a bit into his lips.

“Hi m’love, who’s this?” He asked while tilting his head down to look at her, finding her eyes to send her a message to go along with him. She looked up too, reading his eyes instantly and knowing what they were going to do. Just like they did at the house party, they were going to fake date for a little bit. This was him returning the favor.

“Hi baby, this is Jack, Jack, this is my boyfriend– um… Peter.” She giggled, not being able to think of a better name. “He said that he’s Jeff Azoff’s personal assistant,” Looking toward the guy who shriveled into himself with fear, a smirk present her lips. Obviously they both knew that Jeff didn’t have a male personal assistant– Glenne had given the job to her friend’s daughter, and they were just as close with her as they were Glenne herself. “He even said that he’s gotten to know Harry Styles quite well himself, also offered to take me to meet him after this event, isn’t he so sweet?”

Harry had to lift a hand to rub his lips to prevent himself from laughing. “Oh yeah, darling, that would be wonderful. Think I can tag along with you? I’m a huge fan, and would love to meet the guy. Tonight might not be the best, though, I heard he’s at a fancy event or something.”

“Oh, of course, baby, how could I forget? Could I have your phone? I could get Jack’s number so we can arrange something,” Turning to fully face Jack, she giggled a little at the way his complexion now was pale like he saw a ghost. The three of them knew he’d been caught in a lie. She felt the weight of his phone on her hand and pulled it up to her face, her face ID unlocking it instantly. “What was your number?”

Jack stumbled over his words. “I- um… Uh- I just– Forget it.” Scrambling away as fast as he could, the two laughed together as she turned in his hold. She moved her arm down to drop his phone back into his pocket. She wounded her arms back up to place her arms on his biceps, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“Boyfriend, huh?” He grinned, resting his chin on the top of her head when she dropped it onto his chest, a groan leaving her lips.

“You started it!” She whined, lifting her head back up to meet his green eyes.

“I know, I know. Can’t believe it took you a Rory imposter to call me y’boyfriend, though. Been waiting forever for that, really. Sounds pretty coming from y’lips, if I’m honest.” A sigh tumbled from his lips, trying to subtly let her know what he was feeling.

“Me too. In our very own romance book, eh? Fake dating trope and all.” She giggled, lifting her arms to wound around his neck, obviously picking up on what he was putting down.

They were finally having their moment.

“Gonna let me make it real, Sweetheart?” He whispered, ducking his head down to be level with hers.

“God, hurry up with it will you? Been waiting for this since we were teenag- oh!” She was cut off by his lips on hers.

It was natural. Of course it was.

The way their lips met made her truly believe in the romance books she was just joking about not even a second ago. She could taste the sweetness from the cookies they snacked on in the car on the seams of his lips, softness from the chapstick he borrowed from her still moisturizing his lips. He could feel every dip and crevice in hers if he focused enough– as if he wasn’t completely drowning in all of her. Her perfume, her hands on his neck, the taste of her lips.

Pulling away with a quiet smack, he grinned as widely as humanly possible, bunny teeth making its full appearance, as well as his dimples. He placed another sweet kiss to her nose, making her scrunch up her face.

“Fuckin’ finally. So in love with you, sweet girl, m’best friend.”

“Mm, love you, H.”

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a/n: he's so stupid. I love him.

It started with a kiss.

Then it snowballed into feelings.

It was a typical day at school, with your friends Sam and Tucker hanging around your locker while waiting for Danny.

“Look. I’m just saying it seems like you and Danny have been hanging out a lot more than usual these days.” Sam smirks, and you raise a brow in response.

“That’s because we have a science project due next month,” You deadpan, rummaging through the various textbooks in your locker. Tucker eyes the mess in your locker with disdain, hands just itching to organize it for you.

You smack his hand away with a playful scowl. “My locker, my rules.”

“But it’s a mess!” He protests.

“Correction: it’s an organized mess.”

“Whatever. Just let me know when you’re ready to see the light and change the error of your ways,” Tucker scoffs, leaning against the locker. You shrug it off, directing your attention back to Sam, who’s still skeptical of your answer.

“There’s nothing between us. Besides, you’ve seen the way he looks at Paulina.” You say calmly, playing Jenga with the carelessly stuffed files and textbooks. You hum in thought before finally selecting one of the files and ever so carefully pulling it out.

The tower of horrors wobbles slightly, and you wince. You barely manage to take it out without everything else falling, shutting the locker door with a relieved sigh.

“Yeah, but that’s Paulina. She’s just evil incarnate that the boys can’t seem to look past. But the way he looks at you is different.” Sam points out. You prop your textbooks and files on one arm with a huff, your free hand on your hip.

“He doesn’t look at me differently,” You laugh it off. “If anything, he only looks at me in admiration since I’m tutoring him in math.”

“Wow.” You turn to Tucker, who’s shaking his head with a baffled laugh, “You must’ve hit your head on the wall of denial you’re walking into.”

Okay. This is getting a little weird now, you suppose. “Why’re you guys so adamant on this crazy theory that I like Danny?” You ask. Is it so hard to believe that the both of you are just friends? Sure, maybe the boy in question is a little cute and can be clueless in an adorable way when you’re tutoring him, but that didn’t mean you gave him special treatment or anything.

“Uh- You never offered to tutor me.”

“Sam, you literally got an A on the last test.”

“You didn’t offer it to me either!”

“Tucker, you won an award for your science project last week. Look, guys,” You sigh, an amused smile on your lips as you look at the both of them struggling to find a retort, “You have to admit it. I’m not giving Danny any special treatment because I don’t have a crush on him.”

You spot Danny entering the hallway, his unkept bed hair a sight to behold. You hide a chuckle, smiling warmly when he sees the three of you. He offers a small wave, though his eyes linger on you for a little longer than Tucker and Sam.

You grin slightly, pointing at your hair in reference to his own with questioning eyes. He scoffs playfully, rolling his eyes with a charming smile and a shrug as if saying, What can you do?

He stops a short distance from the three of you, opens his locker and begins to pull out the materials needed for the day ahead. You watch him fondly for a moment, only to register Sam and Tucker’s mischievous grins. You blink, eyes flitting back and forth between the two.

“What?”

“Are you sure you don’t like him?”

“Yes, very sure.” You roll your eyes with another sigh.

Sam and Tucker exchange a look, having a silent conversation with mere nods and raised brows before they turn back to you. You look at them cluelessly, waiting for one of them to speak. “Well, if you’re so sure…Then a quick game of truth or dare won’t hurt,” Tucker suggests casually.

You ponder over it for a moment, agreeing with a simple nod. “I pick truth.”

“Do you think about Danny often?”

“I have to. He’s hopeless when it comes to biology. When I think of questions to quiz him with, I have to predict how he’ll respond.”

Tucker huffs, looking at Sam. It’s your turn.

“So, truth or dare?” Sam asks.

“Truth.” You cross your arms. You’re not risking anything with the two of them bonding over this insatiable need to see you confess to a crazy theory that isn’t true.

“Do you think Danny’s attractive?”

You hesitate. Damn it. They got you there.

“O-objectively, yes. I mean, he’s reasonably attractive. It’s not like he’s ugly, because he’s not. I wouldn’t say I don’t find him attractive because I do, but not like that-” You stutter, groaning once you see Sam’s victorious grin. You drag a hand down your face covering your eyes for a minute as you register just how utterly unconvincing any of that was.

“This is why neither of you will be in the will.”

“I was in the will??” Tucker gasps, placing a flattered hand across his chest.

“Meh. I always knew I was in it. I’ll get back into it eventually.” Sam shrugs, silently passing the baton of questions to Tucker.

“Alright, if you really don’t like him, then pick Dare,” Tucker says smugly, his eyes practically pushing forth the tempting challenge. It’s bait, and you know it.

And you take it.

“Okay then,” You straighten your back, giving him a defiant look. “I pick dare.”

He hums in thought, an idea forming in his mind. He cackles, rubbing his hands together. You gulp. This won’t end well for you.

“I dare you…to kiss Danny. On the lips, right now.”

You bite back a venom-filled curse, hands curling into fists when he specifies the loophole you’re about to exploit. A kiss on the cheek? Sure, no problem. A kiss on the hand? Even better!

But a kiss? On the lips, no less??

You’re doomed.

“You can’t go back now,” he crows in delight, Sam nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, it’s like, the rules. Besides, if you don’t do it, then y’know….It means you like him.” She adds with a smirk.

Yeah, there’s no way she’s ever getting back in the will after this.

You glare at them both, shoving your textbooks into Tucker’s hands and taking a deep breath. You walk towards Danny, each step only heightening the thudding of your heartbeat. Your lips are suddenly dry, eyes trained solely on the boy just a few feet away.

The chatter in the hallway fades into background noise. The only thing you register is the echoing ba-dump of your heartbeat with each shaky breath. Are you really going through with this? Do you really have to prove something that you already know? What are you even thinking?

You shake your head. It’s just Danny. Danny, with his cheeky grin and kind gestures, always grabbing tiramisu for you when he passes by the grocery store on the way to your place for tutoring lessons. It’s just Danny, with his cute chuckles and easy grins sent your way once your eyes meet.

Yeah, there’s no way you like him.

He’d understand, wouldn’t he? After all, it’s just a dare set forth but Tucker. He knows how Tucker is.

This’ll be easy as pie.

You take a deep breath, oddly calm as you approach him. You tap his shoulder. He turns, a relaxed smile on his lips once he sees that it’s just you. “Hey,” He greets, nudging your side, “What’s got you looking so uneasy? Did you not get your ice cream the other night?” He teases, referring to the conversation over text you shared with him after you found out you were out of ice cream and tried to get your brother to help you buy some on the way back.

His smile falters when you don’t answer, starting to grow worried. You look up at him calmly, your hand on your hip as you regard him with a half-smile. “Danny. Whatever happens, just know that it’s Tucker’s fault.”

“Okay….?” He nods, though it’s unsure.

Good. Now you can prove them wrong. You take another step closer, your body barely brushing against his chest. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly, suddenly aware of the lack of distance.

Before you can chicken out and pretend it all never happened, your fingers gently grab the collar of his shirt, tugging him down and pressing your lips to his. His soft cry of surprise is cut short by the sudden kiss, Tucker and Sam both gawking at your boldness. They never expected you to actually follow through with it.

Your cheeks are on fire, Danny’s hand automatically holding your waist while his other hand tenderly cups your cheek. Your nose presses against the crook of his cheek and nose, right above his soft lips that move gently, unsurely against yours.

Your grip loosens, a jolt of ecstasy running down your spine when his thumb caresses your cheek. You can’t tell if you’re actually breathing or not, but you must be if you’re still kissing him. You catch his bottom lip between the edges of your front teeth, letting it slip through with a shaky breath.

You finally pull away, eyes dazed, and cheeks flushed a crimson red. You let go of his collar, Danny leaning back with stars in his eyes as he processes the past few seconds that felt like euphoric hours.

Your chest rises and falls, panting softly as you catch your breath. The hand that cupped your cheek so tenderly had dropped to your waist, cool fingers grazing against the bare skin that peeks out below your top, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Your eyes can’t help but linger on how his lips are a perfect dark pink, beautifully swollen from your kiss. You step back, running your hand through your hair with a cough.

“I told you. Blame Tucker.” You manage to breathe out, your heart racing a mile a minute. You take a step back, gently removing his hands.

“Wh-what?” He’s still dazed, unable to string words together into a comprehensive sentence. He watches you leave, his eyes trained on your figure as you ease through the crowd to your first class of the day.

“Wow.” He’s startled back to his senses when Tucker approaches with Sam in tow, the former patting his shoulder with an impressed nod.

“Didn’t think she actually had the guts.” Sam comments.

“Okay, what’s going on? Why’d she suddenly-” Danny cuts himself off with a sudden cough, eyes staring blankly at his hand that held you just moments before.

“Did you like it?”

Danny huffs a bewildered exhale past his lips, slumping against his locker with a slight smile. Sam gives a low whistle as she waves a hand before his blank gaze. “He’s broken.” She confirms after he doesn’t answer her question.

“Maybe he needs another kiss to pull him back to Planet Earth,” Tucker suggests cheekily. The mere mention, however, is enough for Danny to snap back to his senses.

“What’re you talking about?”

“That’s not important right now. What’s important is whether or not you liked it.” Sam dismisses his cluelessness with a single wave of her hand. He takes a moment to think, blinking rapidly as he recalls the feeling of your lips on his.

“I…I guess I did.”

— — — — —

You sigh, placing your phone screen down after double-checking the time Danny would arrive for his scheduled tutoring lesson. You grab your empty plate, walk to the basin and start washing it.

It’d been a week since you last saw Danny, avoiding him in the hallways and even during lunch. After what you did in the hallway, could you blame yourself? Absolutely not. You did, however, text Tucker and Sam that you were going to be busy with family commitments and successfully avoided lunch with them as well by using your projects and assignments as an excuse.

You had instead writhed away in your bed, wrestling with the conflicting emotions in your heart and the thoughts running wild in your mind. You didn’t not like the kiss. It was…nice. You often found yourself subconsciously touching your lips, recalling how soft his lips were when pressed against yours. He smelled good, like the cologne you bought him for last year’s birthday.

That’s when you realized you were down bad.

It took you three days to finally accept your feelings.

You like Danny. As in, like like him.

So you did what any other girl would do when faced with new arising emotions directed at one of your closest friends.

Deflect and avoid anything and everything that had to do with him.

So that’s what you’ve been doing for the past few days, continuously leaving conversations halfway just to avoid him. It’s not like you could help it. Your heart always quickened its pace whenever he was even around, leaving you breathless each time.

But one thing you couldn’t avoid was your tutoring sessions with Danny. Try as you might, you knew he’d need help with the upcoming test. Now he’s on his way over, and you’re busy panicking.

You quickly place the now clean dish on the dish rack, moving to grab some snacks and water to bring upstairs to your room. Your hands are full, using your arm to hold the jug of water and your hand holding two glasses. Your other hand is busy balancing the abundant snacks in your grasp when the doorbell rings.

You carefully make your way over, opening the door to see Danny in front of you with a small plastic bag. “Come in,” You greet him with an awkward smile. He eyes the multitude of items in your hands, immediately reaching out and taking the jug and glasses from your hands before walking up the stairs to your room.

You follow with a grateful smile, closing the door behind you and setting the snacks on the small table in the middle of the room. “So,” Danny begins, sitting on the carpet and opening his bag, “What’ll we be working on today, miss tutor?”

You grab notebooks on your desk, placing them down along with some stationary. “Just some revision since the topics that’ll come out tomorrow is chunky in content.”

You see him hesitate in the corner of your eye. Nervousness fills the hollow pit of your stomach, praying desperately he doesn’t notice how jittery you are. “Sounds good,” He finally says after a moment with a half smile and shrug.

You sit down opposite him, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear so it won’t get in the way while you teach him about Cells and DNA. You notice him staring, raising a brow in curiosity. He raises his brows in response with a playful smile.

You brush it off as just another habit of his, shrugging and opening your textbook. “Okay, so we’ll start with something simple. Do you still remember what I taught you from our last session?”

He pulls out his notebook, flipping through the pages with a blank grin. “I think so?”

You grin. “We’ll start from the beginning.” You crack your knuckles with an excited glint in your eyes, ready to unleash a whole torrent of information on his adorably clueless self.

“So, you know about blood, right?”

“I am familiar with the term,” He hums jokingly, twirling his pencil. He leans his cheek on his hand with his elbow propped on the table, listening to your every word.

You roll your eyes at his response, cracking a small smile. “Very funny,” You reply sarcastically, Danny shrugging as he opens one of the snacks. He grabs a pair of clean chopsticks you’ve already set on the table, uses it to grab one of the crackers and starts to eat.

“Anyway,” You continue, “Red blood cells contain hemoglobin. It’s a protein that carries oxygen from your lungs to the rest of your body. Different types of cells in your blood, like white blood cells, help act as your body’s defence against infections and viruses. There’re different types, but only two are being tested for the quiz. Lymphocytes and Monocytes.”

“Oh, I remember that!”

“You do?” You look up in surprise, recalling the boy dozing in class during that particular lesson.

“Yeah, I remember thinking Mr. Lance was being Mono-tonous,” He grins. You press your lips together in an unimpressed roll of your eyes, leaning over and shoving his arm playfully as he chuckles at your reaction.

“What?” He protests, “I’m only telling the truth! Come on, Miss Tutor, get back to tutoring already.” He gives you an exaggerated frown with a shake of his head, your jaw dropping in an offended gasp.

“Excuse me. You’re lucky I even made the time for you.” You shoot back.

“Yeah, I’m glad you did. I missed you the last few days.”

You pause, eyes widening at his words. He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, Tucker, Sam and I missed you.” He clarifies. Your heart sinks in your chest at this, pursing your lips as you hum.

“I’m sorry, I had a lot of…family commitments.” You say softly, eyes focused on the notebook in front of you. You don’t dare to look at him, sensing his gaze on you.

“That’s okay,” He says after a moment, his voice warm and kind, just like always. “I’m just glad you’re okay now.”

You feel a prick of guilt, closing your eyes and wishing that you didn’t lie. But how could you confess that so readily, when you aren’t even sure of how Danny feels? You manage a nod, your hair shifting and falling past your ear, obstructing your vision momentarily.

“So, what’s this about?” You look up to see him pointing to a graph in the textbook, his expression lost as he tries to understand the explanation written below.

“That’s a graph for increased red blood cell count over five years.” You start to explain.

“But why’s it so high?”

“Science.” You shrug. “I mean, causes are usually either smoking, kidney disease, alcoholism….” The words die in your throat when you feel warm fingers brushing the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. You look up with a start, Danny’s entire body stiffening as soon as he registers his fingers brushing against your bare skin.

Your cheeks instantly warm, aflame with a fierce heat threatening to spread across your face and neck. He jerks his hand back with wide eyes, his face mirroring your exact expression.

“I- uh, i-it just looked like you were having trouble seeing your notebook, is all,” He stammers out, crossing his arms and tucking his hands under his elbows as if he’s trying to glue them there.

“T-thanks.” You look back down, your heart racing. Your breaths stutter, eyes trained on your handwriting. Did he do it on purpose? Why would he? It’s not like he likes you, right?

Does he like you???

Oh god. Oh GOD. If that’s true, even if there’s the slightest possibility…

You bite your lip, considering your options. You already know you like him way more than you’re supposed to, plus you’ve already kissed. If it counted as your first kiss, that is.

What if he’s treating you as a friend, and you’re the one overthinking every touch and every word? What if he’s acting normal, and you’re the one that’s jumping to all these conclusions?

You take your calculator, trying to calm yourself down by typing in an equation to show Danny the difference in years and how fast the rate of increased red blood cells can be instead of dwelling on such thoughts.

But what if it’s true? What if he does like you? Like, like you, like you. What if he feels the same way you do? Would he say something? What if he’s waiting for you to say something? What if he wants to talk about the kiss?

You’re interrupted from your overthinking (which is incredibly rude, but you’d let it slide since it’s Danny.)

“So… I was wondering. Do you maybe wanna catch a movie this weekend?”

“Sounds good,” You hum, frowning at your calculator when you realize you’ve made a mistake, “What time do we meet Sam and Tucker?” You ask, scribbling down the right answer after correcting the equation.

“About that….I was thinking maybe Sam and Tucker wouldn’t be there. It’d just be you and me.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, looking up in surprise. His eyes are hopeful, a shy blush dusting his cheeks as he waits for your response. “Sure.” You agree, looking back down at your notebook in an attempt to hide the radiant smile on your lips that you can’t seem to wipe off your face.

You hear him breathe a sigh of relief, a fluttery feeling in your stomach as you sneak a look at him. His cute smile makes your heart skip a beat, and when he catches your eyes, he grins. You clear your throat, averting your eyes with a flustered heat spreading across your cheeks.

Your mind is blank, filled with a single euphoric thought.

HelikesmeohmygodHeLikesMeOHMYGODHELIKESME-

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samsno1 · 4 months

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Happy Birthday Dean!

Dean Winchester x Reader

short one-shot for Dean's birthday because i had to do something for him. this was a bit rushed but very sweet. this fic also shows how much of a led zep nerd i am (oops)

Summary: It's your boyfriend's birthday and you wanted to make it special

Warnings: FLUFF, sexy time implied and dean's dirty mind (as always), not proof read, english is not my first language

WC: 2k

enjoy!

You woke up early that morning and made sure Dean would sleep until late. When you woke up his arms were tight around you, like they always were when you slept, his naked chest glued to your, also, naked back – last night was interesting, to say the least. His warm breath in the back of your neck and his gentle snoring almost lulling you back to sleep but today was a special day, it was Dean’s birthday and you wanted to do something special.

You knew that celebrating his birthday wasn’t common, always too much on his mind and too little people that cared. But you did and you made a promise to yourself to make his birthday be the best one he ever had.

With that said, you reluctantly got out of his grip, making Dean groan in his sleep, knowing even unconsciously the emptiness in his arms. You smiled to yourself at that and admired Dean’s sleeping state for a while longer. He always looked so peaceful – even if he had a weapon under his pillow. He could rest. He had admitted to you once that you were one of the main reasons for that. Knowing you were safe in his arms made him feel safe and it was a mutual feeling. Oh you loved him so much.

You got up, turning away from your boyfriend and putting some clothes on. The ones you were wearing last night scattered all around, the memories making your face heat up. When you left the bedroom, you gave Dean one last look, his strong chest going up and down with deep breaths and one of his feet peeking out from under the cover. You smiled and closed the door behind you.

You spotted Sam in the kitchen before going out and told him your plans for the day.

“Please, if he wakes up, tell him I went out to buy…tampons or just say I’m going to help Charlie with some things she asked for and I’ll be back later” You told him and Sam guaranteed you that Dean would not know about your surprise. You gave Sam a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek as a thank you and bolted to the garage.

You haven’t used your own car in a while so it was weird stepping into the driver’s seat of a car different from the Impala. On your way to the nearest grocery store you made some calls. Charlie and Cas were coming later for the little party and they seemed more than excited to get the invite from you on the phone.

You bought all the flavors of pie you found there. Apple, cherry, pecan, you name it and some other salty snacks. In a liquor store nearby you got beers and whiskey. But there was one thing you were very much looking forward to.

Well, a while ago you had made some calls, some contacts here and there who were also fond of classic rock hooked you up with a guy who was selling a limited edition Led Zeppelin vinyl. A version of Led Zeppelin IV. What can you say, you were kind of also into them, it was one of the reasons you and Dean bonded so quickly in the first place.

You had to drive for two hours (totalizing four to go there and come back) to get the vinyl but it was worth it. You had told Sam about this and he made a face, asking you how you found the money for this but you refused to tell him and just laughed. Once you got the vinyl you would come back as quickly as you could so that Dean wouldn’t suspect it.

Two hours after you left Dean woke up, noticing the other side of the bed empty. He frowned and threw the covers off his body to get up and put clothes on, then leave the bedroom. When he got into the main room in the bunker Sam was sitting at the table, books and a cup of coffee in front of him and he looked up, a wide smile opening up in his face.

Sam stood up and Dean smiled back, opening his arms for a hug.

“Good morning and Happy Birthday” Sam said, his hand patting Dean harshly on the back, earning a laugh from the oldest.

“Thanks Sammy, where’s Y/N?” Dean asked after they pulled away from each other, looking around as if you would pop out from behind the shelves.

“She went to help Charlie with some stuff, she’ll be back soon” He answered and Dean nodded, still a little bitter for you not being with him in bed and giving him a birthday morning sex as a present. Well, maybe there would be a birthday night sex. He smirked at the thought and went to the kitchen to get some coffee.

You were almost back at the bunker, the vinyl secured inside your bag wrapped in cheap colorful paper that you got at the convenience store. Charlie had texted you she was almost there and Cas said he was arriving soon.

You texted Sam saying that you were due back in 20 minutes since you were a few miles away and that he could distract Dean for a while so that you could make little decorations for the birthday party. Sam agreed and told you he would try and keep Dean away from the house for an hour or so. Perfect.

Once you arrived you got right to work, blowing balloons, getting the pies and the chips ready and hiding your present in a bedroom that used to be yours before you started sleeping with Dean. Charlie arrived with Cas and had helped you put everything up, talking to you about how nice it was of you to do this and that she would kill to have a girlfriend like you. You laughed at the comment and jokingly said that Dean had, in fact, killed for you – even if it wasn’t totally a joke.

Sam had texted you again. Back in 10. Perfect timing Moose. Everything was done by the time you received the message and you decided to hide behind the furniture so that it would purposefully make Dean confused since he definitely would see your car parked in the garage.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you here?” You heard the door opening and the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend and his brother filled your ears. The talking stopped, Dean probably noticing the weird silence in the place and you knew he was probably reaching for his gun about this moment, his steps becoming lighter on the stairs. You held back a chuckle.

Once he came down the last step you jumped from behind the table, Charlie and Castiel along with you. He indeed had his gun out, Sam almost red from holding back his laughter behind him.

“Happy Birthday Dean!” You four screamed, startling the man. But, once the shock was gone he broke out into a huge smile and you ran into his arms, wrapping your hands around his neck as he twirled you around, a fit of giggles coming out of you as he laughed. He put you down and gave you a firm peck on the lips.

“So this is what you were actually doing, I thought you had abandoned me this morning” He said and you playfully rolled your eyes at his drama. He pulled away from you and walked towards the table. “Baby this is amazing, you’re amazing”

He hugged Charlie and Cas, thanking both of them too for the surprise. He rubbed both his hands together, just like how a Disney villain would, and smiled widely.

“All right, let’s get this party started shall we?” He said and you all laughed at his childness, already reaching for a slice of pie and a beer bottle.

Everything was perfect, you had never seen Dean this happy – except when you guys kissed for the first time and he looked like he had won the lottery. He was laughing, having fun and talking about everything and you noticed how this little party meant more to him than you imagined.

By the end, Charlie, Sam and Cas had given him their presents. Each had some importance to Dean in a different way but yours was left for later, you wanted to be alone with him when he received it.

It was late when the party ended, everyone was a bit drunk and full of food. You told Charlie and Cas they could stay the night and they thanked you for it, each going to clean up and go to bed. You stayed behind to clean the mess.

While you were cleaning some plates in the kitchen you felt a big pair of hands wrap around your waist and kisses being left over your shoulders. You hummed and leaned back on Dean's chest, one of his hands wandering lower.

“Hm, and what is your present to me, huh sweetheart?” He said. Before he could lower his hand even more you grabbed his wrist gently. You could practically hear his pout and you turned around on his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I have one,” You smiled. “Well, more than one” You completed with a suggestive grin and Dean smirked down at you, smashing his lips on yours in a mindblowing kiss, his tongue dancing beautifully against yours as his hands gripped your hips. You reluctantly pulled away by pressing a hand to his chest and he groaned in disapproval. You chuckled. “I’m serious, I have something for you”

You grabbed his hand and led him to your shared room, telling him to wait there as you grabbed the wrapped vinyl in your previous bedroom. When you came back your hands were holding the album teasingly behind your back, a giddy smile on your face.

You extended your hands in front of you, the wrapped gift gripped by your fingers and Dean smiled at you.

“Happy Birthday handsome” You said and he grabbed the gift, studying the wrapping as he undid the knot tying it closed. You bit your lip, analyzing his face as he slowly discarded the wrapper and looked at the album in his hands.

Dean’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’. He looked between you and the classic rock vinyl and placed your gift delicately over the bed before wrapping his arms around you and smashing his lips to yours. You yelped when he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I love you so much, thank you” He said after he pulled away. “How did you even find this?”

“I have my sources” You said with a grin and kissed him again. He put you down and went to grab the vinyl again, taking the disc out of the cover. He had a vinyl player in his room and he put it there to play, the sound of “Black Dog” filling the small room.

He turned back to you and slowly walked your way, playfully dancing to the tune, shaking his shoulders making you chuckle. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, giving you a passionate, deep, loving kiss and you melted. Your hand went to the back of his neck to tug at the strands making him groan.

He pushed back you until your knees hit the bed, making you fall into the mattress. He lowered his lips to your neck leaving hickeys and bites along the flesh making you let out low moans and groans.

He held himself up by his elbows, his face close to yours.

“What’s my other present?” He whispered against your lips and you grinned wickedly, one of your hands rubbing at his chest.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, hm?” You whisper back seductively and he kisses you again, his hands traveling under your shirt and rubbing at your flesh.

Dean never really liked birthdays but today, for him, was the best day ever because as long as he got to spend it with you, nothing could make it bad.

A/N: Likes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing. Feedback makes those writing better. Thank you for reading, XoXo

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howtodolife · 6 months

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LATE NIGHT SUBTLETIES AND A MILLION MORE CONTROVERSIES

Summary: Reader wakes up at night and doesn't find jungkook beside her but instead in the kitchen, cooking.

Fem!reader × Jungkook

Warnings/Tags: pure fluff, hurt/comfort, insecurity, mentions of stretchmarks, manhandling (A bit?), oc is nervous and restless, she's so in love it makes her jittery and overwhelmed 😭, jk being an absolute sweetheart, REASSURANCE, bit suggestive in the middle but nothing happens, they're so in love it hurts 😭😭💗 (pls tell me if you find any more warnings, I'll add them!)

Writer's note: why is it so hard to write kiss scenes‼️?? it's my second fic, It originally started as a pure fluff imagine but I couldn't help it and made it a bit sad, so now it fits into the hurt/comfort trope more 😭😭 I'm not very happy with how it turned out because it feels kinda personal and I pondered not posting it but here I am. I hope you guys like it! Also it gets better in the end👍😭

"It must be midnight," you thought to yourself as your eyes drifted open, adjusting to the darkness around you. You reached out to the other side of the bed, hoping to find security and warmth, hoping to find Jungkook—the one you sought for love and a sense of belonging. Surprisingly, all you could find was an empty mattress and bedsheets, as well as pillows cold from being unused. Quickly getting up, panic flooded in for a short moment. "Jungkook," you called out, receiving no answer. You walked to the living room, eyes searching for him, and that was when Jungkook caught your sight. He was in the kitchen, cooking god-knows-what with his back turned toward you. The room had a purplish hue due to the dimmed lights, and the atmosphere felt cold with the AC blasting at full temperature. Jungkook turned toward you, hearing your footsteps, giving you a slight smile that had a hint of slyness. You walked closer to him. You felt Jungkook's hand snake around your waist, and then strong tattooed arms lifting you up onto the cold marble countertop. You squirmed due to the sudden movement, gripping onto his shoulders for stability. "Oh my god," you exclaimed, earning Jungkook a chuckle. You rolled your eyes at him. "Hey, c'mon, it's fun!"

"Sure", you retorted. "Besides, why are you making ramen at 2:46 a.m", you mentioned, hitting his head lightly.

"I'm insomniac", stated Jungkook matter of factly. "Also I was bored since it's late and had nothing better to do, so naturally i decided to cook"

I tilted my head at him and hummed in response. He looked beyond beautiful right now. Sharing these little moments together felt so domestic yet special; I'd trade anything for them. Jungkook gave me a quick glance before I felt one of his hands on my thigh, pulling me closer to him so that he could place kisses all over my face and neck. I grinned at that, placing my hands in his hair.

"You're never going to give me a warning, are you?", you asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

He chuckled "And miss out on these reactions? Nah, I'm good".

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, taking his presence in as much as you could. You would never get enough of it, of him. You wanted to stare into his brown bambi eyes forever, and even that wouldn't be enough time. You felt his hand travelling up and down your legs, Jungkook could feel the dents made by the stretchmarks on your legs here and there. You tensed a bit as you felt the warmth of his hand lingering there a bit more longer than the other areas, afraid he might judge you or find them weird but it was evident in his eyes that he couldn't care less. Jungkook's face reflected nothing but the feelings of love, respect and infatuation he felt for you. You felt the cold metal of his rings on your thighs as the grip of his hand strengthened, his head shifting closer to you. You breathed in his scent, shifting slightly closer to him. You gulped nervously, trying to calm your nerves down, heart beating loud in your chest at Jungkook being so close to you, the amount of intimacy you were sharing. You'd experienced it a countless number of times, but it still made you feel all restless and timid. "You can touch me, y'know", he chuckled, and then you lost it. Completely.

"God, I KNOW, its just that the feelings I have for you is so overwhelming and intense plus I don't know what the fuck to do with them. Sometimes I wanna jump off a building because of these and I'm always scared if I say or do something wrong or weird. It just holds me back from doing so much. I have so much love for you and it's unreal and crazy but you'll never get to know it because guess what, I'm too fucking embarrassed to do anything", you rambled and put your hand in your head, feeling upset, guilty and a bit disappointed.

You felt him grab your wrists and pull your hands from your face, holding them. He seemed to be taking in the whole of what you said and understand it in depth instead if coming up with a sudden reply. He scooted his head closer to you, as if trying to emphasize what he was about to say "nothing you do comes off as weird or out of place to me, understand? I love you, I love you, I love YOU, I can't stress this enough. You can never make me tired or upset with you, I love all of your little habits and mannerisms and i'll memorise all of them to take care of you and make you feel safe and wanted. Also, holy shit, that's a lot to carry all at once, Y/N. I don't want you to feel so pressurised and stressed with me, love. I'll do my best to not let these feeling get to you. Besides, I can recognize how much you love me by all your little gestures and the things you say" You felt him grab your chin and turn your attention towards him. "I love you, okay? Don't doubt that". You felt his lips brush against yours, making your heart jump, it was the gentlest of kisses, without the desire for something another. It intensified slowly, his hands grabbing your waist, pulling you even closer, making you his body press against yours. Although it was without the anticipation of anything other than this moment you were sharing, not with his hands under your shirt or tangled up in your bra straps. It was one filled with love and innocence, one that was unwavering. You suddenly felt his lips part from yours, a move unlikely for him to do. But then it dawned on you - the food. He reached for the spatula in a sudden movement, trying to do something to make the food edible, at least, though it didnt look like anything could be done.

"Fuck, no, no no. Not the goddamn ramen. I really don't want to eat it burnt, ah" Jungkook conceded.

He held his head in his hands, sighing in a defeated manner. You felt bad for him, though you couldn't help but burst out laughing. He narrowed his eyes at you.

"What, you asshole. There's nothing funny about this".

You raised you hands as if to signify that you were not at fault. "Hey, it's your fault. You should've been more careful and not shifted your attention elsewhere."

"Okay well, nobody told you to wake up at 3 AM to come here and distract me, it's all your fault" Jungkook accused.

You let out a sigh, jumping down from the counter "Just order in food and we'll clean up the mess together"

"Absolutely not, your "cleaning up" never ends well. I'm just left out here all by my own" he teased, fake crying.

You gasped in a dramatic way, half-joking, half-bickering."That's so mean, you absolute shithead. I would clean it up just to spite you and prove you wrong, but y'know what? I'm too tired. Good 4 me though, I'm saved from work" You shrugged.

"Just admit you can't do it" he retorted, putting the dishes in the sink, smiling the whole time.

"Not in my life, never."

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hackersluvs · 3 months

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What are we? -VH

Vinnie Hacker x fmreader / slight Regie Macalino x fmreader Summary- You and Vinnie had been having a situationship for a couple months now. Acting more like a couple, going on dates, holding hands, ect. But when he starts flirting with a girl at a party, you both get into a argument. That leaves you wondering what are you guys. content warning- cuss words (all I can really think of)

Angst pt 1 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I was setting up mine and vinnie's regular movie nights. Popcorn, pizza "pineapple pizza" to be specific, red wine, and gummy worms. These nights are so special to me, and it gives me hope that one of these days we can actually be an official couple. While I was setting up the final touches, I hear a knock on my door and quickly went to open the door. "Vin" I say in excitement and pull him into hug. "Hey beautiful" he says while giving me a small peck making me blushing. I closed the door and pull them to the couch. "I hope you are ready to watch zootopia" I giggle. He rolls his eyes, "You only want to watch it cause that stupid fox is in it." "Hey he's not stupid, he's a fine fox." I tell him. And he just gives me a weird look and says "I can't believe I like a girl who has a crush on a literal fox" I grab a pillow and hit him with it, "Hey don't judge me, and watch the movie." Rolling my eyes and then laying my head on his chest.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･3 days later ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I was sitting on my desk editing a new youtube video when I get a face time call from vinnie. "Hey Vin, what up."

He gives me one of his most famous smiles that will always make me weak. "Hey beautiful, my friend invited me to this party later tonight and wanted to know if you would like to come with me?"

"I would love to" I tell him. "Perfect, I will pick you up. See you later beautiful" He kisses his phone before hanging up.

I look at the time and see I still have lots of time to finish editing the video before I start getting ready. After a editing, door dashing a quick lunch I began to get ready. I look a quick shower, started to straighten my hair, and did my everyday make up. After doing everything I was supposed to I got a texted from vinnie saying he was here. I quickly went down and entered his car and gave him a quick kiss. Once we arrived at the party hand in hand. I let go of his hand, "I will go find the bathroom and come and find you." "See you later beautiful" he said kissing my cheek.

Once I was done with the bathroom and grabbing a quick drink I went to go look for vinnie. I was pushing threw the people and still couldn't find him... Until I saw in on the couch all up with this girl I've never seen or met. I hear a voice behind me "Trouble in paradise" I hear a voice behind me, it was Regie Macalino, He's part of a music band call North Star Boys. We met a while back we have a mutual friend and she took me to one of his concerts she got invited to.

I smiled "Ha ha ha very funny Regie" We began to talk that it made me forget all about vinnie. We were laughing and having a good time, until I heard vinnie. "Y/N what the hell."

"What do you want Vincent I said angrily. "You said you were going to the bathroom and now I find you all up on this guy when you came to this party with me." he yelled I was about to speak up when Regie spoke "Yo man what the fuck, don't speak to her like that. "Don't call me man and I was talking with her." he said pushing Vinnie "Woah, Vinnie don't even start." I turned to Regie "Reg I'm okay I got this from here okay, I will talk to you later.

"If you need anything you can just call me" he says while kissing my cheek. After he walked away I turned to Vinnie. "What is your problem?" "What is my problem? What is your problem? You said you were going to the bathroom and never came back and I find you flirting with that Regie guy." he fights back I rolled my eyes "Oh please, you are such a hypocrite. I did come back and I found you all up that one girl." I should've bit my tongue while I was still able to "I don't even see the point of why it matters you are not my boyfriend." He rolls his eyes and says "Ya you are right we are not dating whatever we had is just a fling or whatever." "Fuck you Vinnie." I said walking away.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x reader #vhackerr #vinnie hacker imagine #regie macalino #nsb #northstarboys

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: Does anyone still like Jon Snow? Watching the House of the Dragon has reignited my interest in Game of Thrones. Tbh I never really liked Jon because he was too goody-goody for me. I love morally grey, chaotic characters. But then having one character who embodies the best a king could be, gave Jon Snow this weird dynamic? Idk I’m still pissed at the writers ...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ISFP

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

Capricorn Sun, Virgo Moon, Sagittarius Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ You weren’t really courted by Jon. Or had an official conversation about your relationship. You were just so grounding for Jon; you were a highlight in his life, a hope, a spark.

⭑ You excited him. Not like the other traditional, gruff people he’s been around his entire life. But someone with ideas - with dreams.

⭑ You’re the only person Jon Snow feels comfortable enough with to unload his problems. You’re like another advisor, along with Ser Davos.

⭑ Tormund had a crush on you when he first met you (I think this man is infatuated with anyone he comes in contact with...) You guys have similar personality traits, although you’re a tad more rational than him.

⭑ You give Jon knew ideas; about the war, battles, relationships with other Lords, and friendships

⭑ Sansa wanted you two to get together so badly. She knew you would be perfect for Jon

⭑ She would create outfits for you, and make them with similarities to Jon’s.

⭑ I actually think Sansa would ask you to be her advisor.

⭑ You’re definitely more chaotic than Jon - maybe unhinged is the word? The quote, ‘is this the hill you want to die on?’ doesn’t exist for you. You on’t brush away a problem. You’re stubborn and determined. And I think that’s what Jon loves about you.

⭑ Watching him in battles is gut-wrenching. You feel like the world will end if something happens to him.

⭑ Jon never tells you what to do, he wouldn’t dare. But if there’s a threat, he’ll shove you into safety, if it meant that you would be mad at him forever.

⭑ He loves imagining you two growing old together

⭑ He’s a great cuddler; absolutely engulfing you in furs and his warm body. All you feel is contentedness.

⭑Jon is stubborn himself; very much so. He likes his partner to be tough - to be ready to stand their ground.

⭑ “Can you hold this for me?” You have a closed fist as you walk next to Jon.

“Sure,” he responds without hesitation, opening his hand, palm upwards.

“Thanks,” you slide your hands into his. Jon chuckles, and your stomach soars.

⭑ Getting Jon to smile, laugh, and even chuckle, feels like a huge accomplishment. Like you’re such a special person because you made Jon Snow, the moody, grumpy, stoic man, laugh.

⭑ You always feel protected. Even if Jon isn’t around. He never leaves you feeling alone, and the way the men love Jon, they feel the same about you. Whoever Jon chooses to be his s/o is like being accepted by everyone.

⭑ Jon isn’t big on PDA, but he will give you swift yet meaningful kisses; either on your lips or cheek.

⭑ You absolutely adore Ghost; you give the direwolf more attention than Jon does.

⭑ Jon is always so chivalrous; he’s the epitome of a gentleman.

⭑ Arya likes that you can hold your ground. She admires people who are strong, and she loves that you’re apart of the family. She couldn’t see Jon with anyone else

Relationship Tropes:

Always Does the Right Thing, By the Book x Stuff the Rules, They Were Made to Be Broken

It’s Alright They’re Just Being An Asshole x I WILL KILL THEM HOW DARE THEY SAY THAT TO YOU

Both Having So Much Trauma That No One Else Gets It But The Other

NSFW🔞 minors dni!

⭑ Jon Snow is a tender lover. He’s gentle but firm, making you feel safe and well cared for.

⭑ He may not have the most experience, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. Hot breath, quick kisses, and light bites are a flurry around you.

⭑ He likes to thrust deep inside you, making you quiver and whine.

“You’re too big Jon,” you whimper trying to look over your shoulder at him.

⭑ When Jon wants to have soft, sensual sex - he’ll choose missionary. But when he wants a rough fuck, then he likes doggy.

⭑ He does like it when you bite his nipples and yank on his hair. He does like to be the submissive partner. Especially when you make him call you sir/ma’am/master etc

⭑ He would totally be into blindfolds and ropes. But he’s the one being tied up and blindfolded. He loves giving the power to you

⭑ (this is female reader) And he has such a breeding kink. Usually, he doesn’t think about kids, he wouldn’t want to bring them into such a world. But with your naked bodies, all he can think about is pushing his seed deep inside you.

⭑(this is male reader) Jon likes to be the top; but after getting used to being with a man. He’ll be more comfortable with the thought of being bottomed. I think he would like the feeling since he has so much responsibility on his shoulders. It’s like you’re unburdening him.

#jon snow #jon snow x reader #jon snow headcanons #game of thrones #GoT #GoT x reader #GoT headcanons #dating would include #house of the dragon #aegon targaryen #game of thrones headcanon #kit harrington #stark #house stark #sansa stark #arya stark #bran stark #daenerys targeryan

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randomfandomwrites · 2 years

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Protect You (Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader)

*not my gif*

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Billy steps in when people harass you because of the size of your chest

Warnings: Sexual harassment, cursing, mentions of blood, violence, slut shaming,

Word Count: 1,897 it’s getting worse guys LMAO

A/N: I had no idea how to start this, but I actually think it turned out pretty good :)

You looked at yourself in the mirror, posing and scrutinizing yourself from all angles before smiling. “Damn, you look good,” you said to your reflection, winking before bursting out in laughter. Your confidence was skyrocketing today. A loud knock at your front door interrupted your mirror modeling session and you giggled before running to open the door. Today was the six month anniversary of you and Billy’s relationship, and you could not be happier with yourself right now. You unlocked your front door and pulled it open, grinning.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you’re gorgeous,” Billy complimented.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you teased. Billy smiled and held out his arms and you jumped into him, hugging him tightly. He returned your embrace and kissed you sweetly. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed him back, then buried your face into his shoulder. Six months, and he still gave you butterflies. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Happy anniversary, Billy,” you said, your words muffled by the leather jacket your face was pressed into. “We should probably get going though, we don’t want to be late for the movie.” You stepped away from him and the two of you headed towards his car. The drive to the movie theater was quick, Billy’s hand resting on your leg the whole way over.

The movie was pretty good, and interesting enough to keep you and Billy from making out the entire time in the back of the room. You and Billy talked about your favorite and least favorite parts as you walked out of the theater. Before you left, Billy went to the restroom and told you to wait for him by his car. You did, but as you walked out to the car you realized it was a little darker than you expected. You considered walking back inside to wait for Billy, but it felt kind of silly to be scared of the dark, especially when you could see his car a few rows down. You kept walking, knowing you would feel more at ease once you reached his Camaro.

Footsteps behind you set you more on edge. Finally, you reached the car, but seconds after, a wolf whistle startled you. You tried to ignore it, but it became blatantly obvious whoever had followed you was trying to get your attention as another whistle pierced the air. “Hey, sexy!” the boy yelled. Already annoyed, you turned to look in the direction of the voice. Four or five boys were speed walking towards you, grinning and elbowing each other as they looked at you. You tensed up and leaned more forcefully back into the car as if you could teleport into it if you tried hard enough. “Hey, we’re talking to you!” another boy said as they gathered a few feet away from you. A boy who you assumed was the leader stepped in front of the rest of the group and smirked in a way that made your stomach turn. “Hey honey, you here alone?” he asked. You shook your head.

“Um, no, I’m here with my boyfriend,” you mumbled.

The boy looked around dramatically for a second. “Really? That’s weird. I don’t see any boyfriend,” he proclaimed loudly. His friends laughed like rabid hyenas at the lame “joke”. Your eyes burned as you tried your best not to show emotion on your face. “Aw, guys, she’s embarrassed that she’s single! It’s okay, sugar, we can fix that for ya. I don’t see how a girl with tits like yours could be single for very long.” His little group laughed again as you bit your cheek. “I mean, really, sugar, do you have to get special sizes or something? Or do you not bother at all? Don’t worry, we won’t judge!”

“Leave me alone.” You tried to sound angry, and you were, but your voice cracked, revealing how scared you were. You wished you had worn a sweatshirt, or a baggy tee, or an oversized jacket. Anything to cover up right now, to make them look away. Where the hell was Billy?

“We’re just teasing, honey. No need to get defensive. We just wanna see. And maybe touch,” the boy chided condescendingly. Your jaw clenched at his words. He stepped closer to you. “See, sugar, here’s the thing. When they’re that size,” he said, gesturing at your breast, “we know you like this. I know you’re a slut, especially when you dress like that.” He reached out towards you and you pushed his hand away.

“Don’t touch me,” you yelped. He sneered at you.

“Shut up, slut,” he said, reaching out again. But before he could lay his hands on you, you heard an angry “hey!” and a thud followed by an “ow, what the hell”. The boy barely had time to turn around before he was picked up by the collar and shoved into the car.

“What the fuck did you just call her?” Billy shouted. The boy didn’t respond and Billy shook him. “What the fuck did you say?” The boy still didn’t answer, and Billy flung him into the ground.

“Hey man, chill, we were just playing-”

“She said don’t touch her. So don’t fucking touch her.” Billy’s fists were clenched and his entire body was tense as the boy stood up.

“We didn’t think she actually had a boyfriend! We just wanted to look! I’m sorry!” the boy tried to explain. He was basically digging his own grave. Billy growled.

“I’ll make you fucking sorry!” he screamed and swung at the boy, hitting him square in the nose. The boy reeled backwards and would’ve fallen again if his friends hadn’t caught him and pushed him back on his feet. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth. “We weren’t gonna do anything! We were just talking!” He really didn’t know when to shut up. Billy grabbed him by the collar again and pulled him over to the car where you were standing.

“Sweetheart, he says he wasn’t gonna do anything and that you were ‘just talking’. Is that true?” Billy asked, looking at you. Both of you knew the question was rhetorical, but you shook your head.

“No, he was being creepy and trying to touch my chest. I told him to leave me alone and he didn’t,” you explained. “I told him I had a boyfriend and he didn’t believe me, and said he was gonna ‘fix it for me.’” Billy’s eyes darkened as you gave him the summary of what had happened. He turned back to the bloody boy.

“See, my girl here said that you weren’t ‘just talking’. And I’m a lot more inclined to trust her than you,” Billy snarled, lifting him up and flinging him backwards. The boy hit the ground again and shouted in pain when Billy kicked him repeatedly in the ribs. “I’ll teach you some fucking manners, asshole!” Billy roared. As much as you loved Billy standing up for you, not to mention his stellar timing, you were already shaken up and you really didn’t want Billy to face assault charges on your anniversary.

“Billy, enough,” you whispered, placing your hand on his shoulder. “I want to go home. Please.” Billy’s face softened as he looked at you. Nodding, he turned to the boy at his feet, picking him up for the last time.

“Say sorry to her,” Billy commanded. The boy looked at you, battered, and muttered an apology. Billy let him go and he ran to his friends, who crowded around him. “If you look at her again, I’ll fucking kill you!” Billy shouted after them.

After they were out of sight, you took the car keys from Billy and didn’t hesitate to get in the car, nestling against the window and trying to make yourself as small as possible. Billy entered a moment after you. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked, his face expressing genuine concern. You nodded.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. Billy put his hand on your shoulder and you looked at him.

“Hey. Seriously. Are you okay?” He seemed so worried about you, you almost felt guilty.

“I’m okay, Billy. Seriously. I’m- I- It’s just-” You struggled to find the right words. “Um, that wasn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with that kind of thing because of...” You trailed off, hoping Billy would put the pieces together. He did.

“Oh,” he said quietly. “Fuck. I’m sorry,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered.

“I’m gonna make sure nobody fucking does that again. Nobody fucking touches my girl. I’m gonna protect you, sweetheart. I hate that you have to put up with that shit,” he ranted. “I’ll protect you, baby. I swear, if anybody does that again... God, I’m so fucking pissed,” he finished.

“Thank you, Billy. For standing up for me. I was fucking scared, I thought-”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Nobody’s gonna mess with you again, alright? I’ll make sure,” Billy promised. He laced his fingers through yours. A minute later, you pulled up to your house. You entered the house and went to your room quietly, Billy right behind you. You went into the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth. After you finished your night routine, you changed into one of Billy’s hoodies that you had stolen he let you have and some comfortable pajama pants.

When you finished changing, you sat on your bed, leaning back against your pillows. Billy crawled next to you and put his arms around you. “You’re so beautiful, you know that, right?” he asked. “You’re fucking perfect. Every single part of you. God, I remember when I fell in love with you. I had just told you about my dad, and I was terrified that you would push me away because of it. I thought you might think it was stupid to tell you that, or that you would leave because you didn’t want me to burden you. I knew it was irrational, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. But you just hugged me and let me cry. You told me that I could come to you with anything. That’s when I realized I was head over heels. You weren’t stuck up, or obsessed with popularity, you just wanted me. And nobody had wanted me for just me. Nothing compares to you, sweetheart. Your mind, your body, your soul, it’s all fucking perfect. Every day I ask myself how I got so lucky with you, because shit, you’re the girl of my dreams. You’re stunning, (y/n), inside and out. I love you.” By the time he finished talking, you were almost crying.

“I love you too, Billy. You’re everything I could ever ask for,” you whispered. Billy wasn’t really the type for excessive verbal affection, but every time he affirmed his feelings for you out loud, you felt like you were falling in love all over again. Billy pulled you closer to him and kissed your collarbone gently before lowering his head so it was resting on your breast.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied quietly, closing your eyes. The weight of the day fell on your eyelids, and you began to drift off. The two of you fell asleep like that, hardly moving the whole night, wanting to be as close as possible even in sleep.

You were so in love.

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it Anon! <33

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mosneakers · 4 months

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Brick's Spooky Day party is in full swing. The atmosphere is alive with laughter and merriment and dancing under the full moon light. Occasional howls emanating from the thick woods of Moonwood Mill, and the deep pulsating beat of the eerie spooky-themed music, send waves of anxiety-induced nausea through Skye Darling's tummy. She considers leaving early.

Selene dances entrancingly around the grassy field as if no one's watching, yet every movement is calculated to capture Lou's feral attention. Their eyes occasionally meet, and with each glance a magnetic pull intensifies. Lou, torn between the painful rumors of her involvement with Brick Darling, and the irresistible force pulling him closer, as if the moon itself is guiding him, decides to push aside his uncertainties and finally say something to her.

Lou: Love the costume...

Selene: [Chuckles] Thanks. You make a pretty convincing pizza boy, yourself! I thought mine was a little on the nose, actually. Lou: Nah, it's perfect—it's very fitting, hah. Anyway, just wanted to say thanks for inviting us, by the way. Selene: Hey, thank Brick. It was all his idea. I just helped him set it all up. He's really trying to build bridges between the communities.

Lou: [Nods gently] Right, I'll be sure to do that. Well whoever's idea it was, I'm glad I made it out, this is a nice party. Looks good. Selene: [Smiles] It's good to see you, Lou— Lou: —Good to see you too. Real good. You look happy. I'm glad you found someone to make you happy, Lenie.

Selene: What? You mean Brick? [Laughs] No, I'm not -with- Brick. We just help each other out from time to time. But we're just friends. In fact, Brick's on a mission to find his fated mate, and I'm supposed to be his wing-wolf tonight, haha.

Lou's eyes widen impulsively. A stifled, shaky exhale of relief slips passed his lips and and a broad grin appears as he tries to play it cool.

Lou: Oh! Cool, cool. Very cool. And how's that going?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the empty grassy lot, Wolfegang approaches Brick with a curious grin. Wolfegang: Hey big guy. [Hearty pat on shoulder] Nice party. Brick: Ayy, thanks man! Glad you could make it. Your costume is siiick. You make a way better pizza guy than Lou's version. Wolfegang: [Blinks slowly] Thanks, brother. Hey, quick question. That young lady hanging out with your cousin... I don't believe I've had the honor of meeting her... Happen to know her name? Brick: Oh her? That's Janie. [Cocks eyebrow] Pretty, huh?

Wolfegang: Pretty? Brick, please, my brother in Wolfhood... [clears throat] From the moment I caught but a glimpse of her eyes in pale moonlight, as she twirled with a carefree and insouciant charm, I found myself ensnared in an irresistible magnetic pull, a force from which I am yet to break free. Her scent alone has my head spinning. I simply cannot be any more clear, I have never encountered a woman like her in all of my years. Brick, my lupine comrade, forgive my directness, but I must inquire: Is she a romantic interest of yours? Your fated mate, perhaps?

Brick: ... I don't know yet, dude. I haven't tested things out with her to get that "special feeling" everyone keeps talking about. Wolfegang: I would hate to step on your toes, friend, but I would be forever grateful to you, if you could introduce me to this enigmatic soul. Brick: [Laughter] Bro what? Why you so worried about stepping on my toes? I wore my work boots. But yeah dude, I can introduce you. You always this weird when you make a new friend?

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anundyingfidelity · 11 months

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YOUR PORTRAIT — Adam Warlock

Summary: Your sketchbook is very special, as you keep special memories and drawings of your friends and things you find fascinating, among them, there is Adam.

Pairing: Adam x guardian!reader (gender not specified).

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1.3k.

Note: this is a request I received, I hope I did it justice!

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It was a very silent trip on the Bowie on the way for a new mission. Odd, you thought.

However, silence was not an issue at all for you. Not that you were paying attention to the Guardians or listening around. Low music was playing softly on your earbuds as you finished some details on the new drawing you had been preparing on your well-worn notebook.

Giving some quick glances, you took in every shade and light over Groot, who was sitting a couple of feet away from you. A soft smile curved on your lips. Drawing was a very special activity for you, and it was usual for you to draw things, creatures and people around you that you thought they were special or meaningful. Your last piece was a sketch of Groot, and actually it didn't look bad.

You watched your sorroundings, Drax coming near by to take a seat by your side while on the ship. You knew he was talking by the way his lips moved, but you didn't pay any attention to him, instead you focused more on your sketch. Until the music stopped playing and you heard his voice.

"That's a weird thing you do."

"Excuse me?"

"This," Drax pointed your drawing with his finger. "Why staring too long for this?"

You rolled your eyes, taking off your earbuds. "Why? Are you jealous you're not in my special notebook?"

"I am not!"

"Then shut up-"

Drax took the notebook in his hands, leafing through the pages full of sketches. He found out a lot about the Guardians - sketches of Peter, Nebula, Gamora, Groot, even him and Rocket - but what caught his eye was a drawing of the new golden boy.

The man let out a rather loud hysterical laugh, making you mad, meanwhile he took in the details of Adam's sketchs and drawings on the pages.

"Looks a lot more effort for these," Drax said.

"Ha, ha. You're very detailed oriented, now give it back."

"Talk to him," he insisted, looking into Adam's drawings.

Drax gaze directed to the golden boy across the ship. Adam looked lost in his own mind. Poor dumb guy, Drax thought. Adam didn't know he was the main character on the notebook resting in his hands.

"What do you mean? Give me my notebook right now," you were getting tired at this point.

"You draw like you're memorizing every inch of him," Drax whispered. "And you look at him like you're doing it."

You sighed, of course you did not. At least not that you were ready to accept that fact. "I really thought you were an idiot, but I don't."

He snorted and gave back your notebook. "I am not an idiot."

The Guardians were hoping this mission in particular was easier than others you did before. Little they knew that you were the one who would get injured during it.

On the way back to Knowhere, Rocket had ordered Adam to look after you. You fell unconscious after a long battle on a strange planet you visited, and Adam was there for you in case you woke up, but it never happened.

So once you arrived back home, he took you to the Sanatorium as Rocket ordered. The nurses treated you there and helped to check your vital signs. They said you were doing fine and might wake up in the next morning, however, Adam decided to stay after informing the team of your state.

He had with him your bag, including that special notebook you always carried everywhere. Sitting near your bed, Adam wondered what was in there that you protected it so much. Slowly, he took the well-worn notebook out of the bag, checking every detail.

Adam thought he was not being careful, but his own curiosity was stronger than the wish of doing the right thing and being discreet with your belongings. He saw you were deep in your sleep, hopefuly you would wake up soon.

Slowly, he opened the notebook and he was in awe. The sketches and drawings were beautiful and delicate on every page, everything looked perfect. Adam couldn't believe you made this with your own hands, and he became surprised when he found himself on those pages.

Was he really exactly as you portrayed him to be? You captured his expressions and details on point, but he didn't think of himself as you did. Adam thought you made him look perfect, which he soon had to learn he was not. Forced to get out of the cocoon too soon, Adam felt he was lacking of a lot of things, but he felt flattered seeing your beautiful drawings.

You both didn't talk a lot before, but he was worried about you and he would not leave your side until you opened your eyes again. Seeing your notebook showed a new side of you, about who you were, and he loved it. How he wished he could get your talent to show you how gorgeous and beautiful you looked in his eyes too.

When you woke up, you were surprised and scared of being in the Sanatorium of Knowhere. You were alive and that was something.

However, you realized Adam was sleeping on a couch near the bed in your room, with your notebook lying on his lap. Inside, you felt a little ashamed that he might looked at it, but you were happy he was able to get it for you.

Sitting down slowly on the bed you took the notebook from his lap, careful of not waking him up or making a lot of noise. He looked so tranquil and beautiful just by doing nothing, with his eyes closed and chest rising up and down smoothly. You quickly opened the notebook and noticed in the final pages a sketch you never did before.

Was it you? It looked like you. The drawing was a little childish, and the author drew a small landscape around, with a smiling moon in the background sorrounded by little stars all over the place. A smile formed on your lips.

"You're awake," Adam whispered.

"You are awake too," you replied back. "Did you do this?" you asked, showing him the page you were checking. His cheeks started to burn immediately.

"I- um, I'm sorry- I- I shouldn't-"

"I love it."

Adam gulped, feeling more relaxed after seeing your smile.

"I just thought that you always draw us and these beautiful things, but nobody ever does the same for you. Of course, I am not as good as you are, but I tried and I was waiting for you to wake up since you fell unconscious back there..."

You nodded at his explanation, loosing yourself on his eyes and his features, most of them you had them already memorized due to the amount of times you drew him on your notebook.

"I think is cute, thanks, Adam."

"Thank you... for drawing me. I guess I don't see myself as you do," he confessed and started to get up from his seat. "But I really should call the nurses and let them know you woke up-"

"Before you go, I want to say I'm sorry if I also made you uncomfortable with my portraits of you, is not my intention."

"I'm not, at all..."

"Good," you let out a sigh of relief. "I guess you're fascinating. I wanted to capture that, sometimes I think I got too carried away."

"Well, I loved it," he replied remembering your words as he walked to the door. A charming smile appeared on his lips. "Maybe you can teach me how to draw later and I could make the perfect portrait of you."

You giggled softly, was he flirting right now? "Just tell me when, it'll be my pleasure."

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justroaminground · 1 year

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perfect fit (Sam Winchester x Reader)

summary: sam and dean work on a case and sam ends up spending the night out with the reader who he questioned before.

warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, fluff/smut, oral (fem receiving), sex

Enjoy! If there are any requests feel free to leave them. Sorry for mistakes i am sure you get the point. ;) xx

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happily you made your way out of the office, clocking out and leaving the building. walking through the small but busy city, you enjoyed every detail surrounding you. people were talking, birds were chirping, caps were honking and it seemed like the perfect day. the sun was shining down at the streets and spring showed itself in it's purest form. a bright smile traced along your lips and everything was just perfect right now.

before you went straight to your flat you got a few little thing's from a grocery store nearby. after leaving the store you walked to the shop you were living above.

eddie's spiritual goods

basically you had to walk through the store getting to your apartment. eddie was your landlord and he used to live above the store himself, but moved with his wife. it took a while to get used to it, but you're totally okey with it now. eddie himself was a lovely elderly man in his mid 50's.

"hello eddie!" you greeted him nicely as always after entering the store.

"hello darling!" eddie saluted you back and moved back to the conversation he just had with a man in a suit. short brown hair, beautiful face and soft voice.

with a quick look over his shoulder, you also greeted him with a smile and wondered who he was. he replied a bright smile and moved his concentration back to eddie.

walking further towards the back of the store your eyes landed on another guy in a suit. he was even taller than the first one and it seemed like he was looking for something very specific.

"hello there!" you spoke up and walked towards him.

"uh hello" he greeted with a smile. "are you working here?" he moved his hand up and pointed to the racks.

"well i did, but not anymore. either way i am sure i can help." you smiled and set your bag onto the side since it was really heavy containing your laptop from work.

"perfect!" he said while pulling out his fbi id showing it to you. "my name is special agent simons, i just have a few questions regard a case."

your faced changed from being overly friendly to more serious. "ouh yeah sure no problem! is it about the death of mrs. davis ?"

"yeah" he nodded his head and his face looked at you very apologetically. "eddie mentioned she visited the store frequently?"

"yes! mrs. davis was here at least once a week! she was the so called eye from the city. a very pure and loving soul.." you explained to him and memories flashed in your mind.

"so taking from you explanation it seems you've know her a bit better?" he trailed off.

"yeah definitely! i am into spirituality myself and she used to practice energetic work and overall offered spiritual services." you carried on and smiled softly.

"oh, so you were working with her in a spiritual context?" he questioned interested.

you nodded your head in confirmation and weren't really able to follow where this should be leading. "i'm sorry agent, but i don't understand how this relates to her death?" according to the news, she committed suicide. it didn't make any sense to you, but simply believed it.

he smiled softly and touched your arm. "i am sorry, the fbi has to ask very weird question sometimes." he explained and pressed his lips together, nodding.

you laughed and brushed a strand of hair behind your hair. "okey well agent, any more weird questions?"

he laughed and he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "uhm yeah actually." looking back up at you he opened his lips to say something, but it took him a while to find the right words.

you looked at him, a sweet smile on your full pink lips and doe eyes, clinging to his lips very excited on what he says next. even though it was obvious, you seemed to realize now that he had long hair. they looked very fluffed and set his face perfectly in scene.

"are you free later? i could bother you with some more questions." he finally confessed and looked at you through bright shining eyes.

"yes!" you answered almost immediately and your cheeks turned into a light red as you said that maybe a bit to enthusiastic.

"great!" he smiled.

"so 8 o'clock and the bar down the street?" you smiled.

"hey you comin'?!" the other mans voice broke the intimacy, the two of you just had.

his look went pretty annoyed to the guy and he rolled his eyes. "i'll be right outside!" looking back at you, his gaze softened and he seemed the one being embarrassed now. "sorry..yes! that sounds great!" he agreed and held his hand into your direction. "sam."

"nice to meet you sam, y/n" you replied and had to laugh.

"..well i am dean and still waiting!" dean shot another mad look at sam and gave you a smirk, winking at you.

"sorry!" sam apologized once again, looking at dean with annoyed eyes and the two rushed out of the store. you turned, looking after them and laughed.

taking your bag from the chair, walked upstairs into your apartment. what did just happened?! you thought to yourself and went through every detail once again while searching your closet for the right outfit. not considering to get any sexual satisfaction you still wanted to be prepared, you took a long and relaxing shower. nourishing your body and feeling the excitement overpowering from minute to minute.

after drying your hair and putting on the clothes you put on some light make up and looked at the finished result in the mirror. you wore a black maxi dress hitting you ankles, it had a slit on the right side and exposed your leg while walking. it hugged your curves just perfectly and you threw on your favorite jewelry. doing a full turn in the mirror you now felt a bit over dressed, deciding to wear a denim jacket over it. for shoes you choose the black and white adidas sneakers.

checking the clock it read 07:34 pm and you smiled stupidly to yourself. grabbing the last few pieces and stuffing them into your bag, you shouldered your bag and walked out the door. leaving the store you walked the the sidewalk to the bar. sneaking into the bar your eyes found sam right away.

he stood there at the bar, back facing to you. his fluffy hair almost touched his shoulders, but only at the back, in the front they were a bit shorter and just had something you liked a lot. he wore a dark blue sweatshirts which exposed his toned back exactly the right way. being overly nervous you took a deep breath and made your way up to him.

"hey sam" you greeted him nicely and touched his shoulder.

"you're here!" he smiled and ordered a glass of whine for you.

"wow what gave that away?" you laughed and you were surprised at his choice for your drink.

"let's just say it was intuition!" sam smirked and shrugged his shoulders. letting his eyes wander along your body only to look back up at you again. he wasn't bothered at all at the fact, you caught him checking you out. "you're looking gorgeous!" he added and as soon as you got your whine, he held his beer up. your glass jingled against his bottle of beer and both of you took a sip.

you barely knew him, but it already felt so save and just casual. sam indeed had a few questions about mrs. davis for you and you answered them, not really thinking much of it. some topics got deeper and other ones were passed on faster. you two moved from the bar to a table and sat across from each other. the hours passed by fast and you enjoyed every minute.

"are you having a great time?" sam checked up, as the two of you just ended another deep but funny topic.

one of your underarm rested on the table. in your hand you had the straw from your cocktail and played with the berries in your glass. your lips still wearing the smile form the topic before and your eyes shot up at him. "i am. thank you sam." you answered honestly and took the straw between your lips. not breaking the eye contact, you swallowed your last sip.

through siren eyes he watched you and his lips formed into a smirk. your body started tingling at the sight of him, just looking at you like that and you even went a step further. you touched the inside of his leg with the tip of your sneaker and smiled at him innocently. "so..any other plans for tonight?" you asked sweetly. gently stroking a bit higher.

he flinched in surprise and one knee of his hit the table. he pressed his lips slightly together, gathering his thoughts and laughed silently at his actions. "sorry, i-" he started. "i don't. all yours." he finished and pulled himself together.

you smirked even brighter at his reaction and decided to stop teasing him. "let's head over to my apartment." you said.

being the gentleman sam is, he payed everything and the two of you headed out of the bar. strolling along the sidewalk you had your arms hacked into each other like a old couple. both of you felt the alcohol, but you definitely more than him. maybe it wasn't the best idea to switch from whine to cocktails, but you simply enjoyed the night, not thinking of any consequences.

"haven't met such a nice man in a while sam." you complimented him and lead him into your apartment.

he closed the door behind him and looked down at you. "well as cheesy as it may sound, but i feel the same about you y/n." sam confirmed and took the jacket from you. putting it on the hanger.

you smiled stupidly to yourself and headed into the livingroom. "take a seat i will get us some drinks." you said while hearing his footsteps following close behind you. his eyes wandered along your curves and he follows you, not able resisting the urge of burying his fingers into your soft skin.

you felt two large hands on your hip, stopping you in your tracks and pulling you gently but determined back against his body. "sorry, but this dress drives me crazy. your perfectly curved body.." sam confessed groaning against your neck and pushed your hair aside so he was able to kiss your neck gently.

in surprise you squealed and rested your hands on his. "sam.." closing your eyes, you felt his warm body at the back of yours. his hands wandered around your waist and pulled you even closer. softly sucking and teasing on your neck. your head fell back onto his chest and you were able to inhale his fragrance. turning around in his grib, your eyes met his and you stroke his chest. "you're so beautiful.." you whispered amazed and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

his facial features softened, looking down at you and he literally melted under your gaze. he lifted you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist.

"lucky me, found such a pretty and pure woman.." sam whispered and before you were able to respond his lips met yours. kissing him softly your heart almost sprang out of your chest and you felt your tummy tingle. his hands rested on your thighs and massaged them softly. feeling more confident you grabbed for his belt and pulled him closer. deepening the kiss by tilting your head just a bit more to the side.

sam's grib on your thighs tightened and your hands started to shake slightly, revealing how excited he made you feel. feeling the urge of feeling his skin against yours, your hands made their way under his sweatshirt, exploring his abs.

a light whimper left his lips as your soft hands found their way under his shirt and you used the chance to slip your tongue cheekily into his mouth. your tongue teasing his, while bringing your hands further upwards and therefore revealing his chest.

you pulled away and he undressed his shirt, leaving his hair messy after he threw the shirt to the side. you bit your lower lip at the sight of his body and inhaled sharply. taking your hands into his and placing them on his chest he came closer and whispered. "all yours.."

kissing his lips eagerly, your teeth clicked against his and you arched your body against his. "touch me sam.." you purred against his lips and placed his hands back on your thighs. moving his lips rougher against yours he quickly pulled away leaving you hungry for more. your lips were reddish swollen and you looked at him in a very devoted way.

he never breaks the eyes contact, as his hands stroke towards your knees. his left hand vanished through the slit in your dress and touched your hot skin. his other hand reached for the hem of your dress pushing it up to your hip, lifting you up slightly to slip it over your ass. his hands pushed your thighs apart. you followed his movements and felt the arousal built up. he tilted your head up, to make you look into his eyes.

"look at me" he spoke in a husked voice and sank to his knees in front of you.

"oh my..sam" whispering to yourself you grabbed onto the counter and bit hard down on your molars only imagining what's about to happen.

he placed kisses along the inner side of your thigh and his hot breath hit your sensitive center. his tongue parting your lips and caring for your clit. his hands looped around your thighs, holding onto them. at the first sensation you stopped breathing and let out a soft moan. sinking into the feeling of him flicking his tongue along your wetness. your supported yourself with one hand on the counter and the other found it's way into sam's hair. you grabbed them in need of him and curled your toes by all the strong feelings he gave you.

he loosens one hand from your thigh and made it's way on the inner side of your thigh. he pushed it softly further apart and rubbed his fingertips over your swollen and very sensitive clit. "does that feel good love?" he checked up on you.

swallowing hard you parted your lips but needed a moment to find the right words. "yes! i want to feel you sam." continuing, you lowered your gaze to his crotch and even tough he was still wearing his jeans his boner presented itself to you. pressing against his jeans, wanting to be released.

not being able to ask for more he got up and held a very intense eyecontact again. his fingers still caring for your clit you felt your legs slightly shake and his hand movement changed. two of his long fingers made their way to your entrance. he rested his other hand in your neck and held you still to watch every facial expression you had to offer to him.

your eyes widened and almost automatically your tights parted further. his fingertips peaking into you, your mouth fell open and you doe eyes came into action again. "please please please sam.." you begged him and your hips wiggled against his fingers.

in a very smooth motion, his fingers sank into your pussy, sending shivers down your spine. your legs twitched at his action and a soft and honest moan ripped from your throat.

"Jesus!"

"you already feel so good around my fingers love.." he spoke in a raspy voice.

his eyes watched you sinful and passion was written all over his face. his finger moved into you and curled against your g-spot. not being able to take your eyes off him you moaned and felt overwhelmed. wanting to hear your beautiful moans, he started kissing your neck instead of your lips. the hand which supported you on the counter, looped around his neck. his kisses found their way to your collarbone. he softly teased it by leaving wet kisses and softly biting it.

haziness washed over you as this kind of sex just poisoned you. you clinged against his body, his fingers working into you, sending shockwaves through your body.

"fuck me please." you blurted out and made him look up at you.

"can't wait to feel your tightness's around my cock." sam breathed against your lips.

he lifted you up, bringing you over to the sofa and placed you gently on it. you watched him closely as his fingers, fumbled open his belt. fingers shakily opening up his jeans, they fell to the ground, joined by his boxers. his cock sprang up, exposing the veins along his shaft. his hand grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before he got closer, licking his lower lip and letting the sight of you sink in. moaning provokingly while jerking himself at the sight of you.

you bit back a moan and his hand shot up to your chin, pulling your lip out from the grip of your teeth.

"i want to hear you moan" he reminded you. "now turn around for me"

you hesitantly turned on all fours and looked over your shoulder to him. "i want to taste you so bad sam.." you begged.

"i need to feel you right now. i am craving your body y/n" he answered desperately and pressed his length against your ass.

his hands softly guided you on your belly, you were laying there flat on your stomach. you slightly liftet your upper body by supporting yourself on your underarms. needy you liftet your hips, waiting desperately for his cock to finally enter you.

sam kneeled between your legs and his hands stroke along your soft sides, over your hips and squeezing your ass. a excited giggle left your lips and you wiggled your hips. being stoped by his cockhead at your entrance your grabbed onto the sheets and relaxed into the mattress.

he pushed into you and you tensed up as you felt how he stretched you out.

"you're so big sammy, holy fuck.." you moaned hushed.

"i'll go easy on you, relax love" he whimpered and bent down to you. he waited a few seconds to get you adjusted to him. leaving loving kisses on your shoulder and shoulder blade, you relaxed under his touch and gently pushed your hip upwards agains him.

he took that as a sign and started to move his hips gently against yours. a feeling of pure pleasure arises as he buried his cock over and over balls deep into you.

"you're taking me so well. gosh you're taking every inch y/n" sam praised you while moaning in between his thrusts.

sam switched from deep and slow thrusts to rough and a bit faster once. his fingers buried into your hips and he pushed himself over and over again into you. feeling lightheaded and super sensitive you spreaded your thinghs more, making him go even deeper. one hand stroke along your spine and found it's way on your shoulder. holding you gently while working hard into you.

moaning a mixture of curse words and sam's name your walls clenched around him. heavy moans left his lips and were the reason you got even more turned on. a man being vocal in bed literally worked magic on you. not being able to announce your release, he already knew and pulled himself out of you.

you whined at the loss of his cock inside you and he turned you over, turning you on your back, making you look at him. "need to see your face, while i fuck you through your orgasm." he teasingly spoke down to you.

"want you to cum deep inside me.." you moaned out as his cock slipped back into you.

sam hovered over you, supporting his weight onto the hand right next to you and held you onto this cock with his other one. pounding his hips rhytmic against yours, your felt yourself getting closer and wrapped your legs around his hip. he leaned down to you and supported himself next to your arms on his elbows. your shoulder blades rested on his hands and he literally pushed you onto his cock while at the same time thrusting into you. there was no way for you to slip away if it was getting to intense.

"oh god sam!!" you moaned from your chest and held tight onto his back, fingernails clawing into his back. the orgasm approaching, smashed down onto you. not slowing down he fucked you through you high and you felt every bit of strength leaving your body.

a few more thrusts, his cock started to twitch and you looked up into his eyes. he crashed his lips onto yours and with a dark moan against your lips, he cam inside you. breathing heavy his forehead rested onto yours and while staying like this a minute, both of you started to gain back their clarity.

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jellyluvr · 11 months

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So I heard you want fluffier requests!

I hope this doesn't sound too weird but I was thinking maybe reader telling Evan she's pregnant on Father's Day. Like she gives him a fathers day gift and hes like wtf and then realizes. (and maybe including a little snippet of the baby making 👀)

A lovely gift

Ass title again. Also it's not weird at all!! Btw I'm 18 so if this is horrible do not blame me. I have no experience in serious relationships but I'm gonna try my best. Also this is like the easiest of my requests lol so I'm working on it first 😅

Tw: celebration and evan kinda freaking out cuz he's got a baby?? I would freak out too honestly (in his position)

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Evan obviously didn't expect to have anything today. He had actually mailed a card for his dad.. but he never would've thought he'd receive a card. Never.

You guys did pretty kinky stuff.. but you were somewhat careful. But neither of you really expected anything like pregnancy. Especially you.

It had started a two weeks back. Your stomach had started to hurt.. and what you dreaded the most was missing your period. You had morning sickness, and after talking about it with your 'wise' mother she said you were definitely pregnant. Definitely.. so, you went to a local store to get a test, and some things to cover it up.

Once you got home, you knew it was time. You felt like it was some rollercoaster.. but that also could've been your symptoms. So, you took the test and set it on the counter of the bathroom, leaning against the door while you bit your nails. You were nervous.. rightfully so. What if evan didn't want a kid? What if he just.. left?

Evan wasn't that type of guy. People would give him more shit if he did.. so you prayed he didn't. He wouldn't.. and you moved up, your feet sticking to the tile, sticking to another while you leaned on the counter. Two lines.

The next few days were awful. You had horrible stomach problems and you honestly had no idea how to tell evan what was going on. You couldn't keep hiding having to throw up every morning.. Evan would catch on eventually.

Father's day was on Sunday, and today was Friday. You were nervous. You had spoken about it with your doctor instead of your mom, and she was sweet about it. But she provided you with no ideas.. so it was back to your mom. Evan was gone.. for work obviously so your mom came over and helped you out.

You were going to give him a card on Sunday. A little father's day card. Your mom took the responsibility to get the card, and you were fine with that. You honestly didn't want to go anywhere. Even with no baby bump you weren't going in public. No way.

She got a card, it was pretty cute. A little drawing on the front and a inside like normal. Nothing special, but you were going to make it very special. You signed it, then put the congrats and left it on the counter for him to get home.

Sundays he always had something to do so he'd be back at 9, which wasn't an issue. You sat at a stool by that counter all day. Scrolling on your phone, getting water.. things like that. But finally you heard the keys in the door.. and the little squeak of evans shoes in the door.

"Oh- hey, sweetie." He smiled, setting down his keys in the same spot everytime. You looked up at him, smiling as well. "Hey." You moved up to give him a quick kiss, but now was the time for the card. You held it behind your back, moving up to him before putting it on the counter.

Evan looked down at the card, opening it up and reading the little message you had given him. He looked up at you, a confused face before his eyes went back down to the card. Happy father's day.. father's.

He looked back up, turning to you and staring for a second, then hugging you deeply. You hugged him back, but he wasn't a very vocal person.

"You're pregnant?" He whispered, pulling back a little to see your eyes. You nodded, almost a little scared, but that all changed when he smiled. His eyes wrinkled, his dimples showing as he laughed some, looking at the card once more. "You're pregnant." He stated, the smile still on his face. Part of him couldn't believe it, but the other was having a wonderful time. He liked processing this information. He almost felt like dizzy, but he wasn't gonna pass out.

"How long have you known?" He looked back at you, the smiled showing how happy he was. He stared into your eyes, taking a deep breath. You were pregnant.. how crazy. It was so weird to him. He had never even thought about kids, but he wasn't going to make you leave. Never. He wanted the kid, he'd happily cradle a baby every night and make them shut up when they cry.

You did hesitate some from the question. You didn't actually know fully. "Like uh.. 3 weeks I think." You answered smiling a little yourself. Evan looked a little worried. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He hugged you once more, making sure not to put a lot of pressure on you. You just hugged him back sighing.

"I was scared. I'm sorry." He pulled back, looking at you with his brows furrowed. "Don't say that. Don't be sorry." He kissed you once more, giggling a little to himself. "We've got a kid. Wait, do you want a kid? I'm okay with a kid but are you okay with a kid?" He said quickly. He had assumed you were okay with it since you seemed happy about it, and you just laughed a little at how adorable he was. "Yes.. I'm okay with a kid." You answered, looking up at him while you giggled some.

Even though you didn't have a baby bump, evan still decided to look down at your stomach. He let out a little "wow", but then he hugged you once more. It was a lot to take in, but you thought evan did it in a sweet way. Just like how he did everything else.

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Rlly short again, sorry!! I'm like really rushed rn so I do apologize. And another sorry for the late upload. It's currently 4am for me idk what it is for you but sorry if I make your phone ding.

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Just ask to be put on there btw!! Dm or reply is fine I don't mind :)

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piinktearxs · 10 months

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my own team free will caregiver headcannons

okay so its like my first like fanfic ish thing on here, but we need, more agere spn fics cause, lets be honest, big ol comfort show

anywho the little in the dynamic is munchkin (yours truly) she's very fem-oriented, so I'm sorry if it doesn't suit you BUT I could consider becoming like a fanfic blog in the future (like taking requests and all)

quick warnings: the nicknames daddy, dada and dae are used cause Ik some ppl are uncomfy w that, small body image issues mention, small arfid mention

okay so I'm feeling a 'three men and a little lady' vibe here because that is exactly what it is like, you got these three big guns beer and like not soft-looking guys and then you have munchkin, this 5'3, pink dresses wearing little lady and she's just vibing with them

munchkin is not a 24/7 little, like she has her essence which is very child like but her little self just comes in waves, and like she comforts and cares for the boys when they need, they take care and comfort her when her emotions get too big and she goes small

munchkin takes turns to be the "official stuffie" for the boys (or that's what they tell her so she feels wanted and needed with her cuddles, and she is to be honest) one night she sleeps cuddled between dean and cas and the other one with sam

THEY HAVE A NIGHT ROUTINE; So she brushes her teeth and does skincare with Sam, then Dean sings her one of her special songs (Little willow, angeles, city grown willow, calico skies, forever, surfer girl, hey jude, blackbird, stairway to heaven, to be honest hearing her daddies's voices is the most calming thing for her) Cas and Sam take turns to read her a story (literally anything classic fairy tales or pink and ballet vibes, munchkin adores)

THEIR CLOSET DIFFERENCES PLS- like you would have the boys's flannel and jeans and basic t-shirts and right next to those these pink dresses and vintage clothes (also munchkin's big girl clothes but it's the same vibe, vintage girly)

When munchkin is small, she wears the boys's clothes cause they smell like them and they're huge on her so they make her fee small

munckin has a lot of sensory issues with food, especially when she's small, so she and Dean work out creative ways to get her veggies in but that she doesn't hate them

When she's scared she goes to her daddies, like literally with anything, they are her heroes and the people she trusts most

It always helps her to hold one her daddies's hand when she's doing something scary (like eating a new food, or talking about her feelings, or petting a big dog!)

She's their little buddy on everything they do, cause she's just so amazed by her daddies, Dean's fixing baby? Munchkin will be next to him, handing him tools and hanging out with him, Sam's reading? She's plopped next to him reading her own book, Cas is taking a walk through nature? Pink rainboots on and coat on (sammy said so) and she's on her merry way, also, they always stay out for hours just admiring nature

She adores cooking, she's always ready to be their little helper in the kitchen (but never near hot or sharp things!! She’s much too small!! She likes cracking eggs and being the taste tester anyways)

When they're on hunts she always comes with (and ofc helps out unless she is small) and after they all go to a county fair or a petting zoo

On the bunker she has her little trunk, obviously painted white with little pink roses and it contains her little stuff, paci, teether, sippy, some tutus, coloring books, tiaras, her tea set, and a doll that looks like her that she carries around everywhere

on the impala she has a little emergency box, with a lovey, some calico critters and a teether and paci

She always hosts tea parties with the boys (yes, they wear crowns and drink tea with her and her dolls) at first they were a bit weird about the whole tea party thing (Dean said he hated them and now he even does a british accent when they play tea party) but got around in the end

She is a polite little one, always using her manners, because princesses use their manners

Her drawings always go up in the fridge ofc

okay now onto individual headcanons

Dean aka Dada or Bean:

When he first met munchkin he was a little distant but then grew to love her

he gave her the nickname munchkin

their relationship is like uncle jesse and michelle in full house (fight me they’re literally the same person and my comfort characters)

He is always watching old kids shows with her (she loves vintage things and the're nostalgic to him) especially old scooby doo episodes

Pretends he is like in shock when she hugs him but honestly he feels as much comfort in her as she has in him

always gives her eskimo kisses

they once saw the scooby snacks at the store and got them and went nuts over them

she sometimes is too small to watch scooby doo so they put on bluey

dean actually quite enjoys bluey

Teaches her how to do stuff like fix things or play pool and they have a lil bonding moment

She's allowed in the dean-cave and she loves to color while watching cartoons on the big TV!

He gives her ALL the piggy back rides, and throws her in the air to catch her after

If he's drinking beer outside, alone, she always goes up to him and lays her head on his lap, and they just hang together in comfortable silence while he strokes her hair with his beer-free hand

He's super into the fighting scenes in her princess movies

They try a slice of pie of every diner they eat at, and rate it

They love cooking together

He’s honestly the more fun caregiver but also the most protective one

When she’s having a bad day he always takes her out for ice cream, if she really reallyyy wants to, he goes the extra mile to get her gelato

Munchkin sometimes has body image issues, when she does dean just picks her up and kisses her forehead

Dean teaches her all his cool rock songs!!

“You see sweetheart, bon jovi rocks, on occasion, but zeppelin? zeppelin always rocks” “what about taylor swift dada?” “she is the music industry so she always rocks too”

She is allowed to pick the music even when not driving (munchkin is a huge swiftie, and well we all know all too well dean is too)

Sam aka Daddy or Sammy

He is the king of rules and sticker charts, and they help keep munchkin on track a lot!!

After she eats a fear food sammy always has some candy for her in the pantry!!

he makes sure she gets her protein in, she can’t get low blood sugar!!

He gives her big big biiig bear hugs all the time

Given but, munchkin is totally allowed to do sammy’s hair!!! No scissors though!!

He loves having a little hair buddy, so when she’s really small he helps her wash her hair

He brushes her hair for her, it’s a little bonding moment between the two

Can we talk about how bath-time is a whole ritual for these two? They put on her littlespace playlist and dance around while brushing their teeth

If they’re away from home he reads her a bit of the game of thrones kindle he has in his phone until she falls asleep

KING of forehead kisses

Definitely gets into the life lesson aspect of EVERYTHING, she’s watching charlie and lola? lola hates tomatoes? (munchkin does too, they’re her mortal enemy) he pauses the show to tell her the importance of eating new foods. She’s watching moana and moana goes into the deep part of the sea alone? He reminds her that she needs to go with one of her daddies when she’s small

He always helps her with stuff she’s too short for

*munchkin climbing on the counter to reach her gummies* “No pumpkin, you can’t climb on the counter to reach the high cupboard, here, let me help you”

He carries her around A LOT

When she’s really small she likes to sit on his lap and fidget with his hair

If he’s late researching and not in bed for story time she always goes up to him and lays down near until he’s finished

When she’s big they go to the gym and lift weights and running, or go in nature walks, when she’s small they go play catch in the park together or go in the swings, as long as they’re both happy and healthy he’s okay with going out for a bit more

Definitely the type to give her a time out and then talk it out

cas aka dae or casseel

he was definitely very confused when he heard that she was a regressor, but not in a bad way, he’s just confused with most earth things!!

sammy knew about the topic (he researched a bit more because he suspected that munchkin was a regressor) and when he explained it to him, cas got it

he’s the one that’s away the most doing angel business, but he makes sure to check in on her at bedtime

when he is home, he’s her official nap buddy, she finds him so comforting and loves napping with him

they definitely go on tons of walks and, ANNNND they stop to analyze every new flower and mushroom!! (munchkin isn’t allowed to touch them though)

munchkin finds dean and cas’s relationship the most adorable thing ever, she’s a huge romantic because cmon, you are if you watch cinderella every other week, so when they kiss she’s always like “a true love’s kiss!!!”

he heals ALL the ouchies, but she still gets a fun bandaid

she asks cas if he has magic rapunzel hair when he heals her or the boys

she sometimes wears his trench coat and plays pretend in it

or when it’s cold and she wants to sleep in the impala, he lets her use it as a blanket

he’s always down to watch disney movies, since they’re new to him!!

“but little one, why must cinderella go home at 12? why are the mice horses? why a pumpkin and not an apple or a zucchini??” “dunno, magic stuff dae, but ‘ook there!!! her dress pretty!!!!!”

tells her stories from the whole existence of the world

she gives him butterfly kisses on the nose (the ones where you bat your eyelashes on the other person’s skin)

he helps her tie the ribbons on her dresses

so that is it for my personal supernatural headcanons, i quite enjoyed writing these so i’m definitely making this for my mcu au!! i know there’s not much spn agere fics (cmon we ALL go and search spn agere and check for new fics) so if you liked this feel free to send me an ask whether that be from this au or reader insert one shots typa things :D

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what-i-call-men · 10 months

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Dead Girl Walking part 3

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, squirting, mentions of bad past sexual experience

A/N: it’s finally here ya freaks lol. So many of you were requesting. Pic from : @evanpeters

part 1

part 2

tag list: @hyperharlz @targaryenluv

It had been about a day and Tate hadn’t talked to you at all. You weren’t sure how to feel honestly. You knew you’d have to move on eventually, it just was weird that it happened so suddenly. Usually he’d have blown up your phone immediately after leaving the theater, but instead you received radio silence. That being said you also haven’t heard anything from Austin either. Until today.

‘Rehearse tonight. 6 pm @ rm 125.’

You looked at the text as your professor droned on. You didn’t know how to react after your last interaction with Austin. Honestly after that whole interaction, he told you rehearsal was over and you went back to your dorm.

Weirdly enough Tate also hadn’t talked to you… AT. ALL. Granted you knew he wasn’t your problem anymore, you knew this should be a good thing. But seeing as his texts became a normal thing for years it was off putting. You secretly hoped that this was at least a sign he was moving on. But almost as if he could read your mind, Tate’s contact flashed in your notifications.

‘Dinner tonight. 6 PM <3’

Yeah fucking right… as if you’d miss a chance to talk to Austin to go out with Tate. You typed out your response.

‘Can’t. Rehearsal.’

You pushed through the rest of your classes for the day, eventually going back to your dorm. You gave your roommate a quick hello before heading to your desk. You didn’t share a bunk bed like the freshman dorms, however both of your bedrooms were only detached by a wall with a very small shared desk space with the door. It was as though they just put up a cheap wall in a somewhat large dorm room.

Your best friend appeared at your door shortly after you sat at your desk. “What is wrong with you?” She asked as she came into your room, putting her bag on the floor next to your door. Dropping your head onto your desk, you stayed quiet. She read your general upset vibe essentially through the door.

You mumbled your response into the desk and she didn’t hear you so you picked up your head. “I kissed Austin.” Then the deafening silence. A quiet ‘What?’ From your roommates room. You turned to her doorway where she was now in the doorway. Your best friend's jaw was just dropped but slowly turned into a smile and she let out a small squeal.

“I thought you were with that Tate guy? Who’s Austin?”

“He’s our hot director for the musical. I knew he liked you the second you got cast as Veronica!” Your best friend interrupted your response. “Wait wait! Tell me how it happened!” She shook you by the shoulders then quickly sat on the floor in front of you. Your roommate looked at your friend before shrugging and grabbing her bag of chips off her desk and her chair, now sitting down as well.

You took a deep breath before revealing everything from the car ride to the script heart and then the kiss. “… But then he said rehearsal was over and I came back here. The only other text I got from him was about rehearsal practice.” You said and your friends looked at each other.

“I didn’t get called in to rehearse. And if Tate was he would’ve been here by now. What if he wants to have a special one-on-one rehearsal where you two can make out again.” Your friend raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“There’s no way he’d risk it again. He’s probably just gonna keep things professional and tell you not to talk about it with anyone.” Your roommate interjected. You sighed and looked down at your phone, seeing that you really only had enough time to grab some quick dinner from the dining hall on the way to the theater.

You excused yourself to change quickly as your friends bickered about how tonight would go. I mean… it wouldn’t be the worst thing for you to prepare for the best case scenario. Thinking about that possibility you decided it couldn’t hurt to put on a not so old and gross bra under your shirt.

As you walked your way over to the theater building you thought about what could possibly happen at this rehearsal. To be realistic, Austin was probably going to tell you off and cut things off between the two of you. As you walked into the building with that assumption, you walked towards the theater. The theater was room 200. So he didn’t want to see you in the theater then?

You walked down the stairs and into the basement floors of the building. You kept walking past the music rooms until you got to 125. It was a relatively small room with a couple music stands and a keyboard. It was almost smaller than your dorm room. The only thing that set it apart from the other rooms in the hallway was that this door had no window and had a lock on the door. It used to be a storage room until the school needed more space.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the room. Austin was already sitting at the chair next to the keyboard. He turned to you the second that you walked into the room. He looked completely normal, as if you two didn’t like makeout and essentially hump each other two days ago. As if that took no toll on his thoughts like it had yours.

“Oh hey. Right on time.” He said and handed you a script. “I’ve decided that from now on, your duets with Tate are to be practiced separately until dress rehearsals. I can’t just get rid of him at this point so I guess you’re stuck practicing with me for the time being.”

Somehow, while not what you were expecting, this was a very good scenario. You took the script and put it on the music stand, taking off your jacket and putting it on a stack of chairs against the wall. “We’re going to start with ‘Seventeen’.” He let you warm your voice up for a minute.

While you warmed up he turned the keyboard so he could see you while he played, as opposed to facing the wall like it was. It definitely made the room feel a lot smaller and put him a lot closer to you. As you sang he followed your cues as he followed along with you on the piano. Here somehow treated the whole practice as just a regular standard rehearsal and it was driving you crazy. It was when you finally took a water break that you finally said something.

“You don’t even require me to kiss Tate for the actual show and we actually kissed and you haven’t said a single word to me about it. Austin can you please just say something? I can’t keep acting like that kiss didn’t happen and wasn’t amazing. So please either just tell me off or kiss me again. I don't want to stay wondering.” You said as he was leaning over his bag on the floor, facing away from you. All his movement stopped, you could barely even tell if he was still breathing.

“It was unprofessional and inappropriate.” He stated and his head dropped as he stood up and turned back to you, walking towards you with sheet music in his hand. He placed it on your stand, now less than a foot from you. God considering he was always sitting art the piano or in the theater rows you barely noticed how tall he was when he stood near you. He paused in front of you as you two stared at each other, neither one knowing quite what to say.

You were about to apologize when he leaned forwards and connected your lips again. You were shocked for a moment but slowly wrapped your arms around his neck to just pull him closer. His now empty arms wrapped around you as your lips started to move together. He slowly pulled back for a second before staring at you.

Somehow with newfound confidence, you moved to the door and locked it before turning back to him standing in the room. “Austin I want you to tell me how you really feel. No more of this saying one thing but doing another.” You stated and crossed your arms over your chest. His eyes stared at you for what felt like forever.

“Why don't I just show you how I really feel?” He said and reached out a hand for you to come back to his arms. You took his hand and he wrapped his arms around you before pushing you back towards the wall. Your lips reconnected as his hands traced their way along your sides. His lips burned your own with the fiery heat of his kiss.

“You’re beautiful and you deserve so much in this world. You deserve the world and I want to provide that for you. But I know that others wouldn’t like us being together.” His face was buried in your neck as his fingertips dipped barely inches under your waistband at your hips. “I want you. I crave you. I can’t deny that.” Austin placed another hot kiss against your collarbone and you let out a shaky breath. It was almost as if you were to breathe he’d blow away in the wind.

“Austin… I want you too.” You whispered out and his hands finally dipped further under your waistband to grab at your ass cheeks.

“Please let me show you how much I crave you.” He whispered and you nodded against him. “Say it out loud.” He said and pulled back to look you in the eyes.

“Yes Austin. I want you.” You said softly and he smiled, placing one quick kiss to your lips before sinking to his knees in front of you and looking up at you. He pulled just the waistband down from your leggings and kissed along your hip bones as he looked up at you for permission to go further. “Please… keep going.” You barely whispered out but that was enough for him.

He pulled down your leggings to your knees, leaning forward to plant small kisses to your thighs as he pulled them down the rest of the way. As he pulled one of the legs off, he reached over and pulled the chair over from the keyboard. He sat you down and you leaned forward to kiss him as his fingers traced lines along your legs, reaching in between your thighs to spread them apart.

Tate never treated you like this. He was never this gentle or loving and he definitely never even got this close to eating you out. Yeah it sounds bad but you just wrote it off as a problem with you, or his own forgetfulness. It was a lot easier to write off if he never did it in the first place and you were each other’s first so it’s not like he would’ve had practice. But now Austin was here and touching you and you didn’t know what to expect.

God, you felt like you were on cloud nine with his hands caressing your skin. Yet the true bliss was yet to start. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against your core through your underwear. The movement sent chills through your spine, an involuntary moan sneaking through your lips. He smirked a bit as he used his fingers to move aside your panties, barely letting you realize it before his tongue licked a line up your clit.

Your jaw dropped, and as much as your eyes wanted to close in pleasure he looked way too attractive between your thighs for you to want to look away. His tongue trailed over your fold a couple more times before he pulled at the waist of your underwear again to finally slip them off of you. You tried to pull him up to kiss you again but he paused you. “I’m not done yet.” He said and gently pushed you back against the chair, pulling your legs apart again and pushing them up over his shoulders.

He dove back in, now letting his tongue dip down further between your folds. You could feel him glide through your folds as you let your head fall back in pleasure. He hummed softly as his lips surrounded your clit, his hand finding yours and placing them on his head. He began to suck gently on your clit and you almost felt your wetness rush to the parts that wanted him the most.

His fingers slowly found their way to your hole, tracing them through your wetness slowly as he continued alternating between licking and sucking on your clit. He stared up at you as he slowly pushed a finger into you, curling it up and somehow almost immediately finding that spot in you that made you almost scream. Your breathy moans now turned into more of a whine.

“Want you to tell me how you’re feeling, baby. Tell me what you want.” He said, punctuating his thought with another deep lick through your folds.

“God, Austin, you make me feel so good. I want you to fuck me… please.” The words came out of your mouth, interrupted a couple times with moans as his finger pushed in and out of you, hitting that spot in you over and over.

“Hmm as pretty as you sound asking for me to fuck you I’d rather you finish like this first.” He said and before you could respond all of his movements suddenly got faster. Your eyes literally rolled back. He added another finger inside you, his digits caressing you and his tongue giving you just the perfect pressure on your clit.

Within only seconds of him speeding up you already felt yourself peaking. A quick gasp and everything came crashing. The waves of pleasure singing through your body as you let your head fall back, hand holding onto Austin's head. His movements slowed down and he pulled his mouth off of you. His fingers left you empty as they trailed up to your very sensitive clit, drawing small circles over it.

“Austin…” He used his free hand to wipe his mouth quickly before coming up to kiss you slowly. You slowly came back to reality and reached forwards to grab for his belt buckle. He didn't stop you as you pulled him from his pants, your fingers trailing over his cock. He was incredibly hard, tip red and leaking as you glanced at it.

He was definitely a bit bigger than Tate. It was definitely thicker too, but somehow all you could think when looking at it was how pretty his cock was. You leaned forwards to offer reciprocation but Austin shook his head. “No baby, I wanna make you feel good. Let me take care of you.” He said and you nodded as his lips recaptured yours in a deep passionate kiss. Remnants of your taste were on his lips, his chin still a little wet but you couldn’t care less.

As he sat up a bit you pulled the back of his shirt up and over his head before dropping it on the floor, following suit with your own shirt, leaving you in just your bra. He leaned forwards and kissed you up your stomach as he pushed his pants a bit further down. By the time he got up to your lips his tip was inches from you.

Austin pushed his hips forwards, rubbing his tip up through your folds, collecting your wetness and rubbing against your clit with his tip. You paused your kiss to look at him. He looked down and gently pushed himself in. You moaned as he stretched you open on his cock. God if you thought his fingers were good his cock was perfect. As he pushed himself further in you heard him let out a goan, that itself egging you to let your head roll back.

He paused once he was fully in you, letting the two of you bask in it for a minute before he pulled back a bit and pushed back in. He started thrusting slowly, dropping his head to kiss along your neck and chest. You were still riding the high from your first orgasm, but all that meant was that you were already so close for your second. “You feel like heaven.” He whispered as his speed increased ever so slightly. “I don’t think I can last too long. You’re squeezing me so good baby.” He muttered, his breathy words egging you on.

His fingers moved between the two of you, his thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing in quick small circles. “Please go faster.” You whispered, grabbing his cheeks and pulling his lips against yours. He nodded and his speed increased. You bit onto your lip as he thrust into you, the circles he rubbed on your clit pushing you back closer to the edge.

Very quickly you were back on the edge. His thrusts hit deeply in you, hitting every spot you needed as you neared closer to finishing. “I want you to come all over me baby.” That was all you needed to hear before you felt yourself finish. It felt different than usual, a lot wetter actually. Could you even get this wet? You could barely focus as Austin kept pounding into you, feeling him finish only seconds after you.

After a few seconds of complete silence you opening your now drowsy eyes to look at him. His entire torso was wet… oh. “Oh my god i’m so sorry i didn’t know that i could even-” Austin leaned in and connected your lips again.

“I’m sure no one’s ever tried hard enough to make you feel that good. Am I right?” His dazzling smile was back and you laughed a little and shook your head.

I mean It’s not like Tate would even really care if you finished… Wait. You don’t have to think about him anymore. Right?

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