#won't even be polite to her.... douchebag

[eternally-smitten]

Drabblecember - Snowed In

pairing: Natalie x Roman Roy

summary: for the first time in a long time, the pair have a day off from work

word count: 567

author's note: why did it take me this long to even realize I hadn't written anything for Roman yet 😭😭 he's one of my mains how could I forget him????

A curtain of snow enveloped the city and turned the air around it white. It was difficult to look through it but if you squinted hard enough, you could see whatever was hidden behind the snow. 

Roman, still in his pajamas, flipped through the news channels for the weather, “Fuck, is no one talking about this?”

“I mean, if you look outside, you can see it pretty well.” Natalie said without looking up from her phone, “Besides, you're doing it the old people way, I can just look it up online.”

He shot her a glare, “Shush, you.”

“Make me.” She shoved her phone in his face and smirked, “Look, this shit is going to go on all day. Told you I'd find it faster.”

Roman groaned and leaned his head on the back of the couch, “Ugh, perfect. Of course the weather is pure shit all day as soon as I'm swamped with work.”

She fixed her glasses, “Maybe we won't have to go in?”

He let out a high pitched giggle, “Please, a snow day? What are we, eight years old and in second grade? Besides, it'll be a cold day in hell when Waystar cares about its employees.”

“That's a lawsuit waiting to happen.” Natalie joked.

“That's just our entire company, baby.” He replied, cringing a bit at the attempted pet name.

She finally put her phone down for the first time that morning, “Did…Did you just call me ‘baby’?”

Roman sputtered, “What? No! Fuck you!” His phone started ringing, “Shut up, I'm getting a call. Shush!”

“I didn't even-” Hers started to ring too, making her forget what she was going to say. 

They answered their phone calls, both ignoring the other and the TV so they could hone in on the automated voice message that they got. The robotic fake nice voice alerted them that due to the weather, Waystar Royco felt that it would be too dangerous for their treasured employees to come to work that day. So, as a result, the building would be closed until the next morning when the weather is assumed to have subsided. 

Once the message was finished playing, Natalie turned to Roman with a sly expression, “I guess we're both eight and in second grade today, Rome.”

“Shove it.” He threw his phone on the cushion, making it bounce slightly. 

She grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, growing bored with all the politics and talk of the weather outside, “Come on, let's do something fun today. It's cold and I have no one else to keep me warm.”

“Then grab a sweater.”

“You are such a douchebag.”

Roman sighed, a smile finally forming on his face, “Oh, my heart, how can I refuse you?”

He beckoned her over and Natalie scooched over closer to him,  pulling her knees up to her chest, “I don't know, you were kind of an asshole to me.”

“Fuck me! Do you want me to warm you up or not?” 

“I do!” She finally sat close enough for him to wrap his arm around her shoulders. 

He pulled her close and chuckled. For the rest of their impromptu day off, they stayed curled up on the couch watching the snow slowly fall from out the window. They both silently wished this weather would never let up so they could have the excuse to stay like this for longer. 

#my stuff ♡ #⸝⸝⊂➜ corporate flirt ⊃⸝⸝ #self ship fanfiction #drabblecember #drabblecember2023

[boop-le-snoot]

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Introductory prologue. The main pairing will be established ironstrange x reader. This story will be rated explicit, have some canon-typical violence and language. The 'fuck' harvest is bountiful this time of the year. Updates - irregular so far, I'm posting it as I go.

No y/n, no "you", no name - nickname only, no reader description - race/age/body type neutral, she/her pronouns. Please leave a comment if you spot a stray 'blushing' or the likes, I write as it flows and sometimes miss those words when I proofread. I try to be inclusive of all my readers.

"Your total is twelve dollars, seventeen cents," I rattled off on autopilot, casting a glance at the cash register and plastering an automatic smile onto my face. The pleasant expression was frozen on it, stuck like glue, despite the news I had received earlier in the day. "Thank you, have a nice day," I doubted the customer actually heard my words.

One of those business-types, wearing a tailored two-piece, with a Bluetooth headset attached to their ear and brain always a mile away, our little coffee shop a mild interruption in their daily routine of making more and more money. "Hello, how can I help you?" I addressed the next customer, my eyes unseeing, gliding over their face and to the storefront where I noticed we were running low on eclairs and carrot cake.

"Hey, Starlight," the woman's voice was familiar, tone soothing, as I snapped my eyes to meet a pair of reddish-brown ones, staring at me with concern. "The usual," our city's very own superhero; Wanda Maximoff stood before me with her head curiously tilted to the side and her brother hovering behind her, examining the assortment of various cakes on display. "Long day?"

"You have no idea," I sighed, sending off the organic, single-use cups with scribbles off to Dave, our barista. Wanda's order was large, usually about ten or twelve coffees and quite a few treats, so I donned on some nitrile gloves to package the treats while Dave handled the drinks with practiced ease. I admired his stoicism. "Might be seeing a bit less of me," the woman's eyebrows rose in displeasure at my admission.

"Tony won't be happy," Wanda mumbled, side-eyeing the backdoor behind which my boss usually resided during the day. "You got fired?" The words attracted the attention of her brother. Pietro was immediately at her side, joining into the concerned staring.

"Nope," I popped the 'p', methodically shoving the food in its packaging. "The café is expanding hours and our shifts are being split now. Jeremy is dead set on me working the graveyard shift, so I'll be here six AM to two PM," I couldn't help the sigh that left my lips.

My boss, Jeremy, had opened his boulangerie little over two years ago, and as he had predicted, it set off almost immediately. The place was located almost in the heart of the dozen corporate sky-rises full of busy, wealthy people who liked their things to be both instant and luxurious. Jeremy had fit right in with the law sharks and business vultures, if you ask me, with his penchant for demanding the impossible.

I was expecting an increase in work hours, I wasn't going to lie - our little cafe was busy nearly all the time it was open - but the fact that he chose to split a day's shift came as a punch to the gut. Like most service staff, I made most of my money from the tips, and they and they only were the only reason I stayed in a place with a shrew for a boss and the worst health insurance in the area. Thankfully, the rich businessmen from local offices didn't count their money and left me more than generous tips.

The coffee machine beeped for the last time as Dave passed me the three cupholders before I carefully bagged them, arranging the treats on top. I saw Wanda lick her lips at the aromas coming from the paper bag before Pietro snatched them out of my grasp. I rattled off the total, catching Wanda's eye as she passed me several twenty dollar bills, waving off my attempt to return the change.

"Penny for your wandering thoughts?" She smiled warmly as I chuckled at the question I've grown to expect with a quiet sort of joy.

The first time she'd wandered in, soaking wet from the rain and looking as lost as a child in a mall, ten minutes before closing time, I was reading my book right at the counter as I waited for the coffee machine to clean itself. I hadn't even noticed the quiet woman until her words startled me out of the book-induced trance and I shamefully had to ask her to repeat herself, hastily shoving my book under the counter. She smiled at me, shyly, and asked me about my reading instead of rattling an order for one of the sickly sweet caffeine concoctions female customers seemed to love. And she returned in a few days, asking the same question after taking a careful look at my face.

"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about." I took a careful moment to recall a paragraph from the book I was currently reading, Murakami's 'Kafka on the Shore'. It seemed fitting, with all that had been going on in my life recently. I was still caught in the middle of the storm, unsure if I'd make it out but hoping for it nonetheless.

"That's beautiful," Pietro smiled at me, the tips of his silver hair reflecting the lights of the cafe's baroque style chandeliers. I barely managed to smile at him as he was already speeding off, the entrance door banging shut behind a blur of white and blue. Each time he did that, I couldn't help but wonder how he managed to not spill any of the hot beverages.

"Because it's true," Wanda added with a comforting smile. I nodded in agreement, hoping some of her positive attitude would dissipate the sense of doom I'd been lugging around all day. She departed, taking the sense of comfort with her, as I caught the tail end of something shouted in Sokovian - something that sounded exactly in place, coming from one disgruntled sibling to another.

When the residents of the nearby Stark tower began frequenting my workplace, I barely had the composure to stifle my quiet fangirling to socially acceptable levels. Not long after the Scarlet Witch turned a semi-regular, she started bringing her colleagues with her - Hawkeye at first, who was a decent, normal dude; he looked like an exasperated dad and Pietro appeared every thing the rambunctious son, as the younger man peppered the older man with questions about the cakes on our display.

They all had fancy names, but at the bottom of it, a chocolate cake was a chocolate cake. That much I told them, with a snort, earning myself a lopsided grin and a generous tip as I patiently listed off the more commonly used, simplified designations for the twins as the knowledge of them being European immigrants crossed my mind.

After Hawkeye came the Black Widow, and then Captain America with a sunny smile and his moody boyfriend in tow. While Bucky Barnes' expression was generally sour, the man had a wicked sweet tooth, shoveling frosted, glazed treats at the rate of a competitive eater. Both men were extremely polite if not very chatty and tipped well.

Tony Stark himself - well, he was a special one. His sense of humour trailed on the fine line of obscene, oftentimes raising the eyebrows of nearby people standing in line. I wasn't born yesterday, either: years of customer service work left me with little-to-no surprise regarding overzealous men and I could quip back equally as sharply, just slightly south of Tony's own jokes. He never overstepped, however, and with time, I developed a quiet appreciation for our small talks.

Which did brighten up my day, if only a little. "A little birdy told me your boss is being a douchebag. Want me to clean up that muck?" Tony was, as usual, wearing a bespoke suit and sunglasses, which he'd pushed up to his forehead as he frivolously leaned on the counter after placing his order.

I sighed, remembering Wanda's words. I didn't know what to expect from the eccentric billionaire; last of all, I didn't want any handouts. I'd started a search for a second part-time job the very day I got told my pay would be essentially cut in half. "No need, Mr. Stark, I'm gonna be fine and dandy," I replied with a smile that I was sure didn't really reach my eyes. "We'll still be able to resume our nice chit-chat at brunch on Saturdays," I winked, hoping to keep up the usual light atmosphere of our banter.

"I told you to call me Tony!" He exclaimed, like always, shaking his head and glaring at the back door. "Yeah, no," the man had absolutely no chill. "I'll still sic the IRS on him," the last part was said quietly. Mr. Stark often spoke to himself.

I laughed at the rich-kid, spoilt way he was acting. A grown man with an attitude of a teenager and a sweet tooth to match one - except for his coffee. That was always the strongest, blackest one we had on hand. I hadn't even heard of a triple espresso until Mr. Stark had waltzed in, skipping the line and filling the air around him with the smells of cologne that smelled like money, motor oil, iron and soot.

The moment I opened my e-mail at home, I felt my gloomy mood worsen, Mr. Stark's words echoing in my head. I'd sent my resumes to two dozen places and only a handful even bothered to reply - all preemptive rejections, there weren't businesses needing a part-time employee with a useless degree, who could only work evenings. Except bars, but they required some sort of certificate for bartenders and lots and lots of bare skin for waitresses. I tried to steer away from that part of the industry as much as I could, saving it as a last resort option.

It had come down to browsing Craigslist as I ate my way through a carton of cheap take-out, too exhausted to cook and too anxious to go out to the nearby bodega after 9 PM. One more negative side of working late shift - making my way home in the dead of the night in NYC and hoping Spider-Man was hanging out nearby should a thug decide on me to be their next victim. The joys of big city life.

As the column of various ads stared at me with various suspicious offers to make quick money, ads for 'young, sociable women' and I stared back at them in muted disgust. The 'looking for a job' section was much more sensible with the few ads I'd clicked on out of curiosity depicting people seemingly in a similar situation as me - short on money but not desperate enough to surrender their dignity to corporate greed. The decision was momentary - I'd started typing and hit the post button before I was through with my food, slapping my old laptop shut as soon as the as posted.

Hopefully, the creeps will stay away. The next couple of days stretched out slowly as I got up at the crack of dawn to open the shop, served the early birds whilst sipping my own matcha latte and clocked out not a second later than 2PM, taking home half the usual amount of tips. My e-mail remained as silent as ever, only a few suspicious replies to my ad, texts that I didn't even bother replying to. Human trafficking and pyramid schemes, was that all that NYC had to offer?

Apparently, not. Around 6PM, my phone dinged as a notification popped up and I scrambled to read it - all too aware of the upcoming rent day, and was pleasantly surprised with the contents of the e-mail, re-reading it several times to make sure there weren't any hidden stones under the water. I replied with my phone number, not expecting it to ring within minutes of hitting the send button.

"Hello?"

"Hi, we just corresponded," the voice on the other side was feminine but slightly rough, as if it's owner spent days chain-smoking. "I would like to invite you for a small interview, if you wouldn't mind."

I chewed on my lip in contemplation. "Could I ask you some questions first?" The levels of anxiety, I thought, were reasonable in the situation. It mutely gnawed at my chest.

"Sure," the woman agreed amicably. "My name is Odette, by the way," she mentioned off-handedly, the name fitting her voice in a strange way.

"Uh, well," I stammered. "You mentioned it's a herbal medicine shop, you're not selling weed under the counter, are you?" I voiced my worries meekly, hoping for an honest answer.

The woman laughed, a sharp, terse sound. "No, dear, I do not sell or possess anything illegal. I merely offer supplies for the locals that prefer natural, alternative medicine." She sounded jovial.

"Like - um, healing crystals?" I vaguely remembered reading about them on the internet, or seeing them in a YouTube video, perhaps.

"Yes, we sell those, too," her tone grew more joyful at the mention of the shiny rocks. I didn't think that they actually cured anything, to be honest, however I was willing to give it some credit - the placebo effect was a scientific fact. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

"Okay then," I chuckled nervously. "I'm free tomorrow after 3 PM."

"Grand. The shop is open until 10 PM, just say your name at the counter and I'll be right with you."

As soon as I hung up, relief and curiosity and trepidation blossomed within me, imagination unhelpfully supplying images of human trafficking documentaries, basements with chains and other, less horrifying but still unusual things. The pep talk over a wine glass that I had was necessary: it was a herbal shop, for fuck's sake. Worst case, I'm going to work with Karens who think the Earth is flat and quartz cures cancer. I could even get a funny story or two out of those, something to share with Bucky or Wanda in lieu of the usual book quotes I entertain them with.

The day went by smoothly, the café no more and no less busy than usual so after a brief detour back home to put on something that didn't smell like coffee grounds and yeast: comfortable pants and a soft sweater, something that would keep me warm but would not unnecessarily restrict any movement. My good luck charm, a large oval necklace with a shiny gold star in the middle, hung heavily around my neck, providing quiet comfort.

Heart thudding in my chest, I approached the old-style, inconspicuous building, double-checking the address before opening the old, heavy wooden door right at the corner of the building. It was like a movie scene, in a way - the day was overcast, meager sun rays shining through the lead curtain of clouds, the streets were clear and few honks rung out in the far end of block, sending a flock of pigeons into a lazy scatter over the slanted roof. The door creaked softly, the handle cold under my touch, instantly filling my nose with a strong smell of herbs so plentiful, I could not distinguish one from another.

Inside didn't look any less intriguing: the décor was outdated but somehow fitting and homely, high wooden shelves stocked with glass jars and wooden boxes with neatly placed labels on them. The counter was empty - save for a large, golden bell, which I timidly pressed.

The woman who emerged from behind the worn cotton curtains behind the counter most certainly was impressive. Tall and broad, with dark eyebrows and even darker eyes, she critically surveyed me for a moment, making me shiver under her gaze - and then she smiled, revealing rows of pearly white teeth and instantaneously losing the imposing aura around her.

"Um, hi- I'm-" I didn't get to finish my nervous stammering.

She interrupted me with a careless wave of her hand. "Here for the interview. Yes. Welcome, Star," her eyes briefly fell on my necklace while I struggled to swallow the unease.

I hadn't told her my nickname - to be honest, these days, I heard it more often than my given name. People quickly took notice of my love of star-patterned items and teased me relentlessly over it, losing heat only when I calmly went along with it, too used to hearing the same jokes since my early childhood.

Odette motioned me over, parting the curtains to reveal a tiny, but tastefully decorated hall with two doors on each side and a staircase at the far end of it. I followed her into the room on the left, which turned out to be a peculiar sort of office. I thought I noticed an Ouija board in there but wisely kept my mouth shut.

"I live on the floor above the shop so don't go throwing any parties while you're on the job," she remarked playfully, gesturing to a pot of tea. "It's peppermint, does wonders for calming one's demeanor," the gesture was sweet - and very telling.

I wondered if I looked as spooked as I felt. After all, it didn't seem like Odette and her business were fishy in any way, and the décor and atmosphere were quite... Appealing, in a way. Something magical, something belonging in Europe or on a high schooler's Pinterest board. I sipped my tea in-between questions, thinking how maybe, I could actually grow accustomed to this place.

The shopkeeper acted as if I'd already accepted the job and I - well, it's not like I had any other options waiting for me. The pay was more than I expected it to be, for such a small bodega and a part-time shift, and it would help me cover my bills with enough to spare. The customers were said to be mostly regular and undemanding, with a few rare exceptions, and should I need assistance, the owner was always a call and a floor away.

With a considerably lighter heart, I left to pad the damp sidewalk back towards my house. Thankfully, my new workplace was only a short walk away.

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

Last First Kiss

Summary - Jensen finally lets his feelings towards you known but it doesn't get the reaction he had anticipated.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x OFC!Jessica (brief)

Characters - Jared Padalecki, Gen Padalecki, OMC Mark, OMC Luke, OFC Jessica

Warnings - Fluff, Insecurities, Bad dates, Implied smut, Language, Angst-ish, happy ending

Square Filled - Valentines Day ( @anyfandomgoesbingo ) Jared Padalecki ( @spndeanbingo )

Word Count - 2262

A/N - Written for my 500 Followers challenge

Request by @akshi8278 - Hi, once again congratulations on your 500 followers. 🥳🎉 Could you write number 23 and 25 for Jensen. It could be fluff/ smut, whatever you want. Thank you 😊 (I added a little bit of angst for the course of the story. Hope you like it!)

This is also a submission to @negans-lucille-tblr' 6k Roll The Dice Challenge

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Prompts are in bold.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You trudged down the empty hallway, your body slumped with exhaustion and feet hurting from wearing the ridiculously high heels to impress a man who never showed up. The silence in the empty halls was deafening unlike the crowded diner which was buzzing with lovestruck couples on the fine evening of Valentine’s Day. When you reached his door, you were barely hanging in there. Hesitantly, you knocked twice, immediately cursing yourself for fucking up his Valentines Day as well.

“Y/N?” Jensen tilted his head in confusion at your dejected state. “What happened?”

“I am done with dating.” A stray tear rolled down your cheek as you replied. Jensen pursed his lips as he opened the door wider to let you in. He threw an arm over your shoulder, guiding you towards the couch.

“Mike was a douchebag.” He said, as you plopped down on the blue couch.

“His name is Mark.” You rolled your eyes at him, “I dressed up all for nothing. I am done trying to find the perfect man. I will get a cat and become a cat lady. At least it will show up when we have a cat date with cat food and pizza.”

“You can't just swore off dating because Macaroni didn't show up.” Jensen smirked. “You just haven't met the right person yet.”

“I got stood up thrice within a span of two months. I surely know how to pick them.”

“Sweetheart, I'm so sorry but I know you'll definitely meet the right person. It's just a matter of time.” He rubbed your arm as you snuggled closer to him. “Should we order takeout? I am starving.”

“Mhm. I wouldn't mind some chinese. I'm sorry that I fucked up your plans for the night.” You said.

“I didn't exactly have anything better to do. Spending time with you is much better than third wheeling Jared and Gen.” He chuckled.

“What am I doing wrong, Jay? Something is definitely wrong with me or the entire male population is a douchebag.” You sighed, as Jensen took out his phone to place an order in your favourite Chinese restaurant.

“Y/N/N, nothing's wrong with you and there are good men out there in the world.” He said.

“They are all taken.” You replied, nonchalantly.

“I'm not.” Jensen said and your heart skipped a beat at his words.

“Maybe I was too blind to notice it,” you wanted to say instead you blurted out, “You're my best friend, Jensen.”

His hands dropped to the side as he visibly tensed up. An unbearable silence followed the awkward conversation. You could barely look at the actor beside you who was staring off into the distance, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Fortunately you were both saved from further conversation by the delivery guy.

You bit down on your lip to stop the yawn that was threatening to leave as you pretended to listen to the man in front of you complain about his work life. You hummed along to the man’s words as your mind reeled back to that night at Jensen's house. You still didn't know why you didn't speak about your true feelings. Even though his little confession didn't break you two up, whenever you used to hang out, a discomfort lingered in the air and so you had ditched the weekly movie night the day before.

After another painfully long hour, your extremely bad date came to a very fortunate end. As a sign of politeness, you had agreed with Luke, your date, when he had offered to drop you at your doorstep. With no promises for a second date, you had left Luke’s car after successfully dodging his attempt at a kiss. You sprinted across the usually empty hallway and found yourself in front of Jensen's room. You knocked at his door.

“So I was on a date and oh god, time wasn't passing by at all! Luke was such a boring guy. I surely do know how to pick the guys- and I'm so sorry I didn't come yesterday for our weekly movie night-” You rambled on as soon as Jensen opened the door without giving him a chance to pitch in his two cents.

“It's okay.” He finally spoke but his words were soon forgotten when you saw the half-naked brunette standing behind him, glaring at you.

“I'm sorry,” You turned your attention to the man in front and noticed the swollen lips, tousled hair and his unbuttoned jeans, “I didn't know you had company.”

“Next time try to call before you barge in complaining about yet another bad date.” Jensen grumbled, rolling his eyes before he shut his door to your face. You stared at the closed door, crestfallen as tears started to pool in your eyes. You made your way back to your room which was on the next floor in the same apartment building all the while wondering if your insecurities had really messed up a good friendship.

Jensen had neither heard nor seen you since he had closed the door on your face. He winced every time he remembered how rudely he had pushed you out of his apartment when Jessica was over. He was finally trying to move on since now he knew how you felt. Jensen was definitely hurt when you made it clear that you didn't reciprocate his feelings but he didn't hate you. You were still his best friend so it hurt when you had started to distance yourself from him, even ditching him on your weekly movie night. All that bottled up frustration had turned into anger when you had knocked on his door the next night to complain about your boring date but he still regretted the way he had told you off.

“Is Y/N going to come to Gen’s party?” Jared asked his tv brother during one of the takes.

“I don't know. Why don't you ask her yourself?” Jensen snapped as he went back to reading his script.

“What happened?” The hazel eyed actor frowned at his friend's behaviour.

“I haven't talked to her in weeks nor have I seen her.” Jensen grumbled.

“You two are like the Siamese twins and now you are saying you haven't even talked to her? Dude, what happened?” Jared asked. “Maybe you should talk to her.” He said after Jensen opened up about what happened.

“I have called her. Dozens of times. She is not picking up.” He scoffed.

“Gen is going to invite her I suppose. Maybe you can talk to her then.” Jared shrugged as they were called back on to set.

Jared was right about everything. You were invited to Gen’s backyard birthday party and so was Jensen. You had hesitated before you finally made up your mind to go to the Padaleckis' because you knew someday you had to face Jensen. When you had returned home that night, you had realised why no one was ever good enough for you since the perfect person for you was right in front of you but your insecurities had made you blind. You knew you had missed your chance when you had caught him with the brunette but what hurt more was when he shoved you out of his apartment.

Jensen had called you a dozen times but you hadn't picked up. You didn't know what to say and the longer you stayed away from him, your feelings for him grew stronger so instead you started to avoid him like plague, trying your best to move on.

The clinking sound of bottles behind you pulled you out from your deep thought.

“Hey.” Jensen awkwardly said.

“Hi.” You returned the same awkwardness.

“You weren't picking up my calls. I'm sorry for the other night.” He said, his gaze quickly dropping to the floor.

“It's all right.”

“No it's not. Then you wouldn't have avoided me.” He said. “I know things have been awkward since that night but no hard feelings. It's perfectly okay if you don't feel the same. I just want my best friend back.”

“I do feel the same.” You muttered quietly which made him look up to you. Jensen stared at you dumbfounded.

“Then why didn't you tell me?” He finally said.

“I panicked. I got scared because you know me, I don't do well with men and I thought if we didn't work out, I would lose you.” Your lips trembled ever so lightly as you stared into his green eyes.

“You won't ever lose me.” Jensen walked up to you, “Even if things don't work out relationship-wise. I will always be your best friend.”

“I don't wanna lose you. You're my person, Jay. So I lied not realising that I had pushed you away myself.” You said.

“I will always be your person just like you're mine but I can't fight this feeling anymore. I think I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do.” He said while walking up to you.

“Maybe you do know now.” He leaned down, cupping your face, his lips hovering over yours. You closed your eyes, feeling his hot breath fan against your skin but then you felt him pull back. You opened your eyes as you saw him stare at you with a look of regret in his eyes.

“I can't.” Jensen sighed.

“Why?”

“I have a girlfriend.” You gaped at him, heart broken into millions of pieces. Before Jensen could get another word out, you fled the scene.

“Hey Y/N.” Gen beamed. “Are you going home already?”

“Yeah I think I'm coming down with something. Sorry Gen. Happy birthday, again.” You said and wasted no time to get into your car and quickly drove back to your home.

Jensen had repeatedly called you since you had fled the Padaleckis’ house but you hadn't picked up. The first two days you had hardly left your house. You had been sobbing uncontrollably. You had bared your heart and soul to the man you had fallen head over heels only to get your heart broken.

You were lying on your couch, watching a sappy romantic movie when you heard a knock on your door. Pausing the movie midway you got up to open the door.

“Hi.” The green eyed man spoke quiet as when you opened the door. The sight of him brought tears to your eyes again. He was carrying a box of chocolate and a bottle of wine. “I would have brought flowers but I know how sad you get when they start to wilt.”

“What're you doing here?”

“I heard a guy hurt my best friend so I'm here with chocolates and wine.” He smirked. You snatched the box of chocolates from his hands as you held the door wide open.

“Sappy romantic comedy? Oh sweetheart, want me to kick the guy's ass? He deserves it. No one hurts my best friend.” He said as he pulled you into a tight hug. The intoxicating smell of his cologne finally breaking you. “I'm so sorry.”

“I'm so sorry too.” You sniffled as you looked up at him. “Our timings sucked.”

“It did. Can we start afresh?” Jensen smiled.

“What about your girlfriend? I don't wanna be your ‘slutty mistress’.” You said, quoting Grey’s Anatomy which made him chuckle.

“I broke up with her. I tried to date other girls to keep you off my mind but there wasn't a single damn second when you didn't cross my mind because I am totally, completely, hopelessly in love with you.” He grinned as he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“I am in love with you too, Jay.” You said, “Kiss me.” Jensen dropped his head as he leaned into you, capturing your lips with his. His hands travelled all the way down your body before stopping at your waist. He gripped you tightly and pulled you closer, your hands landed on his biceps as you tried to steady yourself. His teeth grazed your lips lightly, making you moan into his mouth. Your hands left his biceps, hooking themselves at the nape of his neck, your fingers tugging at his hair, eliciting a groan out of him.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?” He growled into your ear.

“Is it working?” You smirked. Jensen growled once more into your ear before pulling away from you. He effortlessly picked you up, your legs hooking behind him as he went towards the bedroom.

Panting hard you tried to come down from your high as you felt him go soft before he pulled out. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips and rolled off to the side. His chest heaved as he tried to control his breathing, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Lost in an euphoric state, you didn't notice when Jensen had left the bed to get a cloth to clean you up. After a few minutes, he returned back to bed. You laid there in his arms, naked, basking in the afterglow of what was actually the best sex of your life. Jensen was tracing tiny, imperfect circles on your arm as a sigh of contentment left his lips. Your back flushed against his chest, smiling, you spoke.

“We might be each other’s last first kiss.” You turned towards, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“No more bad dates. No more bad first kisses. You're mine.” Jensen whispered.

“You're it. You're my person. My world is a better place with you in it.” You said, snuggling against his warm chest. “I love you.”

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[iamnotawomanimagod]

god we had our very pregnant friend and her husband over last night, and the husband is a relatively new addition to her life, like we don't know him super well, at least not as well as her last partner (who was an asshole,) because with the pandemic and all we just haven't seen each other as often in the past few years, and at this point the "let's all be on our best behavior" vibes have died down and people are more comfortable with each other, and so naturally the conversation pivoted towards politics

and

I won't get into the details because ugh, but he slid down just a teensy bit in my mind because of some of his viewpoints (really nothing extreme or that problematic, just different from mine)

and I know I should be a grownup about it, and I will be! but there was definitely a moment when I thought to myself: "trust no straight cis white man"

just because her last partner was such a douchebag and I really came to loathe him towards the end. and I was kinda like "this new guy seems great!" and then I learned some of his viewpoints and was like "welp nevermind."

it's all dumb and judgmental and if she's happy, ultimately I am happy for her and I'm glad she's with someone that she seems much more compatible with in general.

I just have such low hopes and such high standards for most men I meet because there are so few who touch even the lowest of bars.

#I'm just ranting please don't reblog this

[princeleyjeans]

So I'm in homesense, at the tills when Beck asks me to run grab that other box of super cheap skin care, I go to the shelves and this guy had left the tiniest gap between him and his lil pull along trolley, I squeeze thru and grab the box, scuttle back and as I do so, I knock the cart, catch it and put it back. FUCKER THEN FOLLOWS ME BACK TO THE TILLS AND TRIES TO GET IN MY FACE ABOUT "TOUCHING AND MOVING OTHER PEOPLE'S BASKETS" Sweetie. Hun. Flamboyant twat with toxic masculine energy focused in your cheap ass boat shoe knockoffs. You blocked the shelf, all my ass did was reach thru the gap to get something, even when I knocked the trolley I caught it and stood the thing up EXACTLY WHERE IT WAS like a polite person would instead of letting it clatter like a dickhead. --- What I love is the fact he had to FOLLOW ME to make this snide ass comment which in turn, earned him a security clap cus the nice woman at the tills saw this, was like wtf and used her walkie to tell the guards to go teach his ass. I didn't even know they did that but thanks. Like he marched right up to me like he was gonna throw hands (N word, I'm 5/7-5/8 and weigh as much as a teenage hippo, fucking come at my spazzy ass and pretend I won't sink my chipped tooth into your boney ass bitch wrist) and soon as he clocked Beck (Momma hippo sub), he lowered the approach so instead of whatever the fuck he wanted to do like get in my grill, he made the snide comment that has no shit gotten him a spot on the wall of douchebags and a telling off from staff and stormed off like an angry gay school teacher who just forgot to wipe the nair off his asshole.

[bxtchen-dxvil]

•↳🍹🍒┊Charlie Is A Girl ༊*·˚

Ship- Alastor x Vaggie

Rated- PG-14

Fandom- Hazbin Hotel by Vivziepop

Note; Yes, I got heavily inspired by the coming out scene of Steve and Robin in ST3, my writing still sucks btw..

"Have you...ever been in love?" Vaggie asked.

The Radio Demon and the moth sat there in the bar, alone. With just neon pink lights and bottles of magenta wine around them.

"Yep. Mimzy, she owns a bar a few streets away from this hotel, darling." He responded. Love was his cup of tea, but jokes on you Alastor doesn't enjoy tea. But he has fallen once for someone and he thought he was never having those strange emotions ever again. But, was he correct?

"Oh my god, she is such a priss..." she groaned at his answer, despite her current drunk state, Vaggie was clearly being open minded to Alastor. Alastor! The Radio goddamn demon, the soul she'll never trust but things pretty much switched up a bit and now it appears she is very good friends with him.

"Hm. Well...not really but I guess I won't nudge on your point of view" Vaggie scoffed at his response.

"Are you still in love with Mimzy?"

"No.."

"Why not?"

He kept quiet for a moment and explained to answer her "Let's just say that I have found someone who I can relate to, dear" Vaggie stood quiet "It's a bit demented you see." He spoke again.

Vaggie was now curious on who this anonymous character is Alastor attracted to. "This gal that I'm interested right now is...is someone that I never thought I would end up falling for." Vaggie was not really getting his messages but decided to kept quiet and let him finish his explanation.

"First off, she's really adorable when she's cranky, she's so entertaining, and I feel like she's the only demon in hell who puts the excitement in boredom. And she's brave, she dares herself to threaten me for the sake of her loved ones. You know? She's honestly unlike anyone I've ever met before."

Vaggie finally got his message, she stared at him for a good while and put her head down between her knees just thinking of those words he has just said. If she was the same angry moth she was back then, she would babble out random stuff and say that he means nothing to her, but she didn't.

"Vaggie? Are you asleep?" He tapped her little head gently, Vaggie took a deep breath "Nope I am still awake..." she deep sighed

Alastor took a good look at her and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. Vaggie didn't noticed, her mind kept replaying the same words that were coming out of Alastor's lips.

"What do you think?" Alastor asked. Vaggie looked up at him, her eyebrows expressing confusion "About?" Alastor spoke again "This gal that I've told..." Vaggie was puzzling a way to answer him "She sounds awesome." She commented, Alastor's grin turned soft and petted her soft white hair which kind of sent a shiver down her spine.

"She is awesome, my dear. And what do you think about the male?" he asked politely. Vaggie's pink eye stared at a random object not knowing this conversation would be this far "I think this shitlord is on drugs, and he's not thinking straight." Vaggie said in her own style, not caring if it is impolite, that's what Alastor liked about her.

The deer chuckled "Really? 'Cause I think he's more honest than usual." Vaggie rolled her eye and stated this "He's not. Look...he doesn't even know this girl. And if he did know her, like-like really know her, I don't think he'd even want to be her friend." Vaggie hoped he wouldn't doubt her annotation but of course he did.

"That's incorrect. No way is that statement true." He complained, Vaggie took a deep sigh and said "Listen to me, Alastor. It shocked me to my core, but I like you. I really like you. But I'm not like your other friends. And I'm not like Mimzy." Alastor locked eyes with her again "Vaggie, that's exactly why I adore you." he stated.

Vaggie rubbed her eye tiredly and scoffed "Do you remember what I said about the hotel meetings? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?" She asked, he nodded and simply said "Yes, of course. What about it?" Vaggie steadied herself for what she is about to tell.

"It isn't because I had a crush on you. It's because...she wouldn't stop staring at you." She looked a bit sharply at him, Alastor tilted his head a bit "Who?" He asked.

Vaggie chuckled softly and continued "Charlie Magne. I wanted her to look at me. But...she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid red hair. And I didn't understand because you would talk unnecessary boomer shit. And you've done intense stuff. And you were a douchebag! And-and you didn't even like her and...I would run up to my room...And just scream into my pillow" Vaggie finished.

Alastor looked confused and grinned "But Charlie is a girl."

Vaggie's face softened and spoke softly "Alastor."

"Yeah?" He said.

Vaggie looked at him like her answer was the most obvious thing in the world, she's into girls...

"Oh..." he said softly.

"Oh..."

The End

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[ineedrelationshipadvice]

I have a boyfriend. Soon it'll be time for me to meet his parents, which is great. But the problem is, he has an ex wife. And two kids. His parents don't like her at all but invite her for Christmas etc.. I really love his son and I know she will be in our life forever as a mother of his kids, but to see her like that? I just feel like I won't ever be part of their family... I just can't imagine being there with him, his parents and sister and his kids... and his ex wife.. it's just sick...

It’s not sick. Don’t be like that - that’s judgmental as fuck. You may not have any past relationships that interfere with the rest of your life, but don’t judge your partner because he does. That’s not fair to him, or to you, or to your relationship. 

This is after Christmas, so you probably already had your awkward encounters. And I’m sure it wasn’t pleasant. But what you need to understand is this is the norm. This is your reality for the rest of the time you spend with him. If you can’t handle that, then what are you doing here? Why are you dating someone with baggage if you don’t want to deal with any baggage? There are plenty of other great people with no drama in their lives that you could be with. 

If you want to be with this guy, you have to accept him as a package deal. You knew that going in, and now you’re experiencing it directly. Pluck up and deal with it; that’s the adult thing to do.

Wanna know the beautiful thing about this whole situation? YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE HIS EX-WIFE. All you have to do is not be a douchebag about it. Be nice, put on a smile, and don’t talk to her more than you need to. Bonus points, your husband is no longer with her, and loves you instead, so you have nothing to fear. On top of that, even his PARENTS don’t like her, they’re ALSO just inviting her over out of politeness, likely so that his children - their grandchildren - can have awesome Christmas memories, regardless of whether their shitty mom is there or not. Extra super bonus points, if you are nice to his kids, you’ll have some awesome kids who will have a great time being surrounded by people who care about them. How awesome is that, especially given their shitty situation with separated parents? 

YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE ANYONE YOU DON’T WANT TO LIKE. But blaming your partner for his past is basically the most fucked up and selfish thing you can do. Quit it. You’re better than this.