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GBTY 1 - Nothing Against You

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89

Description: Amaya Campos and Dean Winchester had a playful rivalry. what happens when Dean is no longer her Dean. Will this change make one of them realize what they really desire, or will they continue to keep secrets?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word for Chapter: 5704

Beta: @superfanficnatural

A/N: Special thanks to - @crashdevlin @atc74 @smol-and-grumpy @winchest09 @waywardbeanie @deanwanddamons @malfoysqueen14 @emoryhemsworth @janicho88 @jensengirl83 @whatareyousearchingfordean @katehuntington @anathewierdo and to all my friends who listen to me ramble about my writing. your words of encouragement mean the world to me! Without you I don’t think I could have found the courage to come back and share what I love most to do, WRITE.

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The rumble of the black ‘67 Chevy Impala echoed in the alleyway as it came to a soft stop, the driver turning off the ignition and looking to his brother beside him.

"You said she was coming, right?" the driver said as his brother placed the bookmark in the book he was reading.

"For the millionth time," his voice dripped with annoyance, "yes, Dean, I called Amaya, and she said she would meet us here."

"Sam," Dean ran his hand across his face. "Look, she is a great hunter. You know it, I know it. But, she got injured in her last hunt. So I'm sorry if I'm a little apprehensive about whether she’ll be --"

The loud bang against the Impala's roof made the brothers jump as a soft chuckle filled their ears. They could see Amaya Campos through the window on the driver’s side, laughing. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. He tried not to get distracted by how beautiful she looked when she smiled. Closing his eyes, Dean flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw.

"You know what, Campos," Dean barked as he threw open the driver's side door and climbed out. "You are a real pain in the ass."

"Yeah, I know," she shrugged and punched his shoulder. "But you know I'm the best."

"If it weren't for that fact, you would have been dead by now," Dean grumbled as he made his way to the trunk.

"How you doin’, Amaya?" Sam asked as he gave her a gentle hug.

"I bounce back, Sasquatch," she gave them a bright smile. "So, a coven of witches is in there," she pointed at the warehouse then crossed her arms.

"Yeah," Sam sighed, "but get this. These witches have been gathering ingredients for a big spell." Sam pulled out his notes as he showed them to Amaya, "They killed specific victims and took certain body parts from them."

"Well, that's just wrong… and creepy," Amaya shuddered.

"Something we agree on," Dean cocked his gun as he checked to make sure it was working. "I wish there was an easier way to get rid of these hags all at once."

"You and me both, Short Stack," Amaya breathed. She grabbed a few Witch-killing bullets and loaded the clip into her pistol.

"I'm taller than you, Campos." Dean pulled up close to her, his form towering over hers.

"I'm using Sasquatch as a reference," she gave him a sly smile before letting her fingers dance along his chest. "Wanna make this interesting?"

"What, like the ghoul hunt last month?" he raised an eyebrow at her before letting his eyes roam over her body.

Her Ramones crop top and leather jacket was accentuating her chest, her cleavage leaving Dean imagining dirty things he could do between her breasts. He continued to let his eyes roam over Amaya's figure; her bootleg jeans hugged her hips in the right place. He bit the inside of his cheek, Dean's way to hold back from reaching out and placing his hand on the curve of her hip. His eyes continued to move up to her hair in a neat ponytail. He could always see himself pulling on the elastic to let the tendrils fall, his fingers running through her brown and purple highlighted hair. Shaking out of his thoughts, he looked into her eyes, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

"Come on, Winchester," she moved her hand around to the back of his neck. Her fingers began to play with the small hairs at the nape of it, "If you can last five minutes without a witch blasting you away," Amaya's fingers ghosted over his cheek while staring into his green eyes, "I can make it worth your while."

"Whatever you're trying to sell me, sweetheart," he licked his lips. It was his way of controlling himself. He could not fall into the trap he knew she was trying to set, "I ain't buying."

"Come on," she cooed, "what's one little harmless bet?"

"Last time we had a--" Dean lifted his hands as he pushed back away from her, making air quotes, "' Harmless bet ' I had to drive the Impala in my underwear while listening to Taylor Swift." He shuddered at the memory of Sam recording the evidence to send to Amaya.

"Admit it," she chuckled, "you enjoyed it."

"You wish," he shot back.

"Guys," Sam sighed. "Can you guys please, just make a bet. Hell, I'll mediate. If Amaya wins, Dean has to--" he paused to think.

"Give up pie for a month," she crossed her arms, smiling.

"You bitch!" Dean growled. "There is no way I'm giving up pie. You win, I'll kiss you for two minutes," he gave an inward groan as the words came out.

"Two minutes of making out with Dean Winchester?"

Dean watched as she popped out her hip and placed her hand on it. He could tell she was thinking about it.

"I'm not thrilled about it either, but it's all I could come up with, outside of humiliating myself farther," he grumbled.

"I was gonna say you could dance to the Macarena while wearing women's underwear," Sam shrugged.

Dean watched as Amaya's eyes lit up and he gave Sam his best bitch face, "Asshole."

"I like Sam's idea better. Not just the Macarena in women's underwear, but I want a live performance!" She smiled, “You need to sing the song too!”

"We're wasting time," Dean said, rolling his eyes as he looked between Sam and Amaya. "Fine. You got a deal. But if I win--" he licked his lips, "you are going to give me a very nice strip show in the Bunker to the song of my choice."

"Bueno, que quieres? (Well, what do you want?) All nude reviews or bare minimum?" she asked as she gave him a casual shrug.

"All nude with a very nice view of the sweet stuff," he said, smiling. "Quiero ver a to-do tu que-ehr-po," ( I want to see all of your body.) Dean smirked, hoping he got the wording right for his Spanish.

"Spanish is getting better, perv," she muttered. "Fine. But you are only looking, not touching!"

"Fine with me, sweetheart," Dean held out his hand for her to shake.

But she did something unexpected. Grabbing Dean by the lapels of his leather jacket, she pulled him in for a short kiss on his lips.

Pulling back, she smiled, "Sellado con un beso (Sealed with a kiss). No backing out now Winchester. The challenge, you can't go fifteen minutes without getting blasted by a witch spell."

"You're on," he squeaked before clearing his throat and making his way inside.

Sam cocked his gun before looking at his best friend, "You love making him squirm."

"It's only ever going to be fun and games, Sam," she put on her bravest smile. "Nothing can ever come from two hunters in this world being together. Happy ever after doesn't exist."

Sam sighed as he watched his friend and brother head inside. He knew they were ridiculous, but there was nothing he could do except let them be idiots together. As the group filtered through the warehouse, Sam could hear the faint sound of chanting.

An eerie lavender glow came from an open door along a dark corridor. Sam crept towards it, self flush against the wall as he peered inside.

At the same time, in another universe, a group of men dressed in black surrounded the warehouse, each one with a radio and a body cam hooked up to them. They all waited for a signal from their leader to storm inside and take down their targets.

"It's too quiet in there," one of them whispered.

"Yeah, but we have to follow protocol," the second one answered.

"Squad leaders, move in," a gruff voice called over the walkie talkie.

The warehouse had filled with the sounds of feet stomping the pavement. The women found themselves surrounded — weapons aimed at them. One of them strolled forward, her cackle bouncing off the walls and filling the warehouse with its shrill sound.

"The Men of Letters can't stop us," she proclaimed. "The spell is in motion. It has begun!"

"Fire!"

The command came from above as the warehouse filled with the sounds of gunfire, figures dressed in black emptying their clips. The witches all dropped one by one, save for one, who cowered on the ground behind the cauldron. When the firing calmed down, the mysterious soldiers in black all pointed their guns at her, waiting for her to make a move as she bled through her wound. As the silence began to fill the air, the faint sounds of high heels and heavy footsteps echoed around them as the men all moved aside for two figures dressed in suit’s approaching closer to their target.

One of the figures was a woman, about 5’4 with long brown hair that flowed down her back. She wore a navy blue pencil skirt with a button up quarter sleeve white shirt that went well with her four-inch black stilettos. The other figure was a man, 6’1 in height, wearing a navy blue three piece tailored suit, his brown hair perfectly combed back in a short cut. Both figures stood side by side as they surveyed their surroundings.

"Is this her?" the female spoke.

"Yes, ma'am," came the reply as the woman made her way closer.

She stood in front of the Witch and took her chin in her hands.

"Excellente. Bind her and take her to the prison, we'll question her there. Whatever they did, we need to find a way to reverse it." She looked over at the green-eyed man who followed closely behind her, "Que esperen y muévanse!" (What are you waiting for and move!)

"We will," he said, looking over the papers before signing his name to the documents. "I believe Grandpa Henry will be happy with what we've done. We do make a great team, Amaya."

"I wouldn't be marrying you if we didn't, Winchester," she smiled before making her way to him.

"We've been tracking them for a long time," the man sighed as the Witch had a black cover placed on her head. He watched as one of the men dragged her off, "I'm worried about the repercussions to their spell. I mean, according to Sam, they were working on something that could be transdimensional."

"Then all the more reason to get back to headquarters and interrogate her," she said, placing her hand on the man's cheek. "Dean, everything will be fine. Vas a ver. We've been doing this for years, and we have almost eradicated this world of monsters."

"I know but," he said as he leaned into her touch, "what if they bring something over here to throw the balance off?"

"Then we will deal with it," she reassured him. "Together, as we've always done things, mi amor. (My love)"

The Witch smiled under the hood over her head. Everything was working according to the plan. It was all a matter of time for the other world to align and cast their spell.

Meanwhile, in the slick black restored ‘67 Chevy Impala, Dean looked over at his fiancee. He couldn't help shake the pit he felt in his stomach. Following behind the black van, Dean pulled up into the garage of the compound.

Before exiting the car, he turned to Amaya, "Are we sure this witch is going to talk?" he reached over, caressing her cheek.

Leaning into his touch, Amaya took in a slow deep breath, "We can only hope that she does. The only one who can really make her talk is you, Dean. Yo sé que no te gusta, pero, (I know you don't like it, but,) it's your specialty."

"Yeah," Dean rubbed his eyes, "I know. Mientras que me ayuda a proteger a mi Familia y el Mundo, (As long as it helps me protect my family and the world) I'll keep doing it."

"I love it when you speak Spanish, mi amor," she leaned over towards him and pressed her lips gingerly against his. "I will be in the other room, observing if you need back up."

"Amaya," Dean kissed her forehead, "you know I hate it when you watch."

"Don't get performance anxiety on me now, Winchester," she teased. "I mean, you look hot when you get all dom on them."

Dean let out a low growl before pulling her in for a deep kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she moaned. Her hands found their way around his neck, fingers playing with the short hairs that she could find. Amaya shifted her position to press her body against his, her legs straddling him as they made out on the bench seat of his hunter car. The Impala was always good for making out after a hunt well done. Dean smirked against her lips as his hands found their way under her blouse; her soft skin sending a shiver down his spine. He loved touching her, kissing her, tasting her. The two lovers were engrossed in their feelings, too lost in their touches, they never noticed the person stalking towards their car. With a devilish smirk, they lifted their hand and slammed it on the roof of the Impala, making the lovers jump.

"That is very unprofessional of you two."

Sam Winchester smiled at the lovers as they both flipped him off. Letting them exit the car, he watched as his brother Dean adjusted his tie and smoothed out his hair.

"Is the witch ready for interrogation?" he helped Amaya out after she fixed up her appearance.

"Yes," Sam said, still smiling, "she's in your favorite room."

"Good," Dean linked his arm with Amaya's, "I say, after I’m done, we head on over to Albert's and celebrate with a nice meal."

Dean led her towards the dungeon where the interrogation would take place.

"Sounds good, baby," Amaya kissed his cheek as she helped him remove his blazer before lifting the sleeves of his dress shirt, "give her hell."

"I always do, sweetheart," he said, giving her a wink before entering the room and closing the door behind him.

Back across the universe, to one where the Men of Letters is all but dead, Sam Winchester watched as his brother and Amaya began to signal to each other. The witches all gathered as, what looked like, the leader started chanting.

"Vocamus, antiqui potestates, audire nostrum dicere, sentire nostra potestate. Per tempus et spatium, sit animarum artem. Sicut anima est, luxatis sit pati in solatium, ut desiderium pro amore et carnem esse eius ruinam." (We call upon the ancient powers, to hear our call, feel our power. Across time and space, let the souls switch. As the soul is displaced, let it suffer in solace as the longing for love and flesh be its downfall.) There was a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. All the while, the witches began throwing the ingredients into the cauldron.

"Sam, Now!" Dean bellowed as all three began shooting at the witches. Both Sam and Amaya found themselves back to back as they aimed at the ones running. Dean decided to make a beeline for the leader and had reached her when she gave him a devilish smile.

"It is done, my followers cast the spell, and there is nothing you can do," she cackled.

"What did you do?" he demanded as he aimed the gun at her as she smiled.

"You'll see," she teased and raised her hand and thrust it forward. She used her power to send Dean back, crashing against some empty crates.

His body crumbled to the ground while Sam and Amaya screamed his name. A shot rang out, and the Witch's body fell with a thud.

With a groan, Dean opened his eyes and sighed, "Did we get her?"

"Yeah," Sam chuckled as he helped his brother up, "but you lost the bet."

"What?" Dean cried and looked at his brother with disbelief. "No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did! I had my timer on, and you had two minutes left," Amaya boasted with a bright smile. "We'll talk later. You're bleeding, and we need to make sure you don't need stitches."

Dean hissed as Amaya brushed her fingers along the cut on his head; he could feel his heart pounding in his chest at her touch. Dean could see the concern in her eyes as she looked for any more wounds; he never wanted to see that look again. He wished he could protect her from all this: protect her from himself. He made a small note to push her away once he was all healed. But then, she did something that made him change his mind. It was subtle, but the way she cared for him, it made him rethink how he should keep his distance from her.

"Okay, Romeo," she murmured after cleaning up his wound. "You'll be flirting with barmaids in no time."

"I guess I'll have to learn the Macarena then, huh?" he sighed.

"I'll give you a few days to recover before I collect," she said as they made their way back outside and towards their vehicles. "I gotta jet," she used her thumb to point to her bike, "need to get some stuff done."

"You know," Dean cleared his throat, "you can-- you can come live with us-- in the Bunker," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Did the witch curse you with something?" Amaya wondered and raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, we're friends but--"

"Look, we have a friendly competition," Dean grumbled. "Besides, it makes it easier to collect on a debt when you're close by."

Amaya bit her lip as she looked from Dean to Sam. She always found an excuse not to stay with them in the Bunker, ever since Sam first suggested it. It was easy to reject the offer when Dean would argue that he and Sam could no longer call it a bachelor pad if she moved in.

"Come on, Amaya," Sam's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "It would be better than being out on your own, and you always have a bed to sleep in."

"I--" Amaya hesitated as she decided to find the ground fascinating.

"Either you're coming or not," Dean growled. "We don't have time to argue about this when we have to figure out what those witches did."

"Fine," she breathed. "But I swear Winchester," she walked up to him and poked him in his chest. "One wrong move, one smelly sock or underwear in my room. I catch you playing Peeping Tom, and I am out of there so fast after laying your ass out you won't know what hit you."

Dean raised his hands in the air as he used his finger to draw a cross over his heart, "Cross my heart. I will be on my best behavior."

"Yeah, yeah," she sighed, "I'll follow you on my bike."

Dean watched as she made her way towards the gleaming black motorcycle and waited for him to start driving. Dean couldn't help but glance now and then at the rearview mirror. He had to make sure the bike was still behind them. He could never shake the feeling that something would happen to Amaya if she stayed near him for long. Even with their friendly banter, Dean had known her since they were kids. And when they started hooking up, much to Sam’s dismay, he couldn’t help but feel he had cursed her in some way. The last thing he needed was for Amaya to end up like every woman in his life, gone, broken, and/or dead.

"You know you could just actually tell her you like her," Sam sighed as he read through his book, using his phone as a flashlight.

Dean let out a scoff, "What? I don't like Amaya like that. She's -- she's just a very good hunter who I consider a friend and is nice to look at."

"Yeah," Sam scoffed as he shook his head, "you keep telling yourself that, Dean."

"I'm not kidding Sam," Dean denied, glancing at his brother. "You know how this story ends. Jo, Lisa… they both ended in tragedy, and one of those was an experienced hunter."

"Dean," Sam shook his head, "what if it's different? I mean, Amaya is not Jo. Jo lived a sheltered life away from actually hunting. Yeah, she knew about it, but she didn't become a hunter until she met us."

"Yeah. And I don't want Amaya to meet the same fate," Dean huffed. "It's better this way, Sam. We don't get happy endings."

"Dean," Sam rubbed his eyes, "I know you guys have gotten together more than once."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he made the turn towards the Bunker.

"You guys are not quiet," Sam pointed out. "You both are being stupid, and keeping each other at arm's length is only going to get messy. You guys think you're going to keep each other safe, but you aren't. And you are only going to hurt each other, or worse."

"What could be worse?" Dean asked as he pulled the Impala into the garage just as Amaya's bike pulled in behind them.

"One of you gets seriously injured protecting the other," Sam breathed. "You know it's true, Dean. You guys are so alike and…" Sam looked back as he watched Amaya grabbing what little she had on her. "The last hunt, where she got hurt… can you imagine if we were with her?"

Dean stayed silent as he tried to imagine the scene. Sam was right, Amaya wouldn't have gotten injured. He was sure that he would have jumped in and taken the hit for her. Or at least taken out the monster without any casualties. But Dean shook the thought out of his head.

"All the more reason for me to keep my distance," Dean argued.

Sam let out a frustrated groan as his brother got out of the car. He looked over at Amaya just as Dean caught up with her and was glad that she decided to stay with them. He only hoped that it would be a good thing and they wouldn't hurt each other in the process.

Amaya watched as Dean paced in front of the Witch. The Witch's body hung in the middle of the room, her arms above her head as she dangled like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. The double-sided mirror was the only thing separating her from him. She walked over to the mirror and pressed the button, indicating that the microphone was on, Amaya needed to hear what was going on. If she listened in, there was a chance that she could help read between the lines. Witches, like demons, always found a way to lie.

"What does the spell do?" Dean asked as he walked by the weapons table.

Amaya watched as his fingers ghosted over the various knives and tongs. She could see his fingers linger over his favorite weapon. It was a double-edged Turkish knife that had a serrated edge on one side and a smooth blade on the other.

"There is still one component left," the witch sneered.

Dean moved his way towards her, letting the blade drag along her exposed skin, the blood dripping down to the floor as the Witch laughed.

"You can torture me all you want son of man," she growled as she took in a deep breath before breaking the chains.

Amaya tried to rush towards the door, only to freeze in place as the room filled with the sound of evil laughter.

"Foolish mortals," the voice boomed.

The Witch was now floating a few feet above Dean. Her eyes were glowing lavender.

"Don't take this the wrong way," she floated towards him and grabbed his chin. "Your counterpart in a different world brought this upon himself. You're collateral damage."

Dean tried to move, but he found himself frozen in place. He took in a sharp breath as the Witch placed a finger on his forehead and whispered an incantation. He watched as a life that wasn't his flash before his eyes. He saw a different life than what he lived, watched as he saw pain and suffering and a life without Amaya.

"No," he growled, "you are not going to do this to me." He tried to break free but found that he couldn't, "Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," she boasted with a smile as she let out a shock wave of power. "It is nothing against you, well this version of you, Dean. This version of you is more mature. But, you decided to mess with the daughters of Hecate."

Dean's eyes widened at the name. They were not dealing with ordinary witches any more; they now pissed off the goddess of witches. His gaze shifted to the double-sided mirror, hoping that Amaya was safe before hearing a small laugh.

"Your little slut is fine," she assured him and gave him a pat on his cheek. "But I'm going to give you a few days before I rip you from her. Enjoy your time."

Before Dean could ask what she meant, the dungeon shook, the lights flickered, and everything went black. After a few moments, Dean gasped as he shot up, hissing in pain as he reached up to touch his head, flinching when he felt the familiar sticky feeling of blood. Looking around, Dean coughed, the pain in his chest radiating. He took a closer look at the damage; the double-sided glass had shattered when Hecate escaped. The Bunker filled with red lighting as the alarm was ringing around him and he could make out the faint yells of the other hunters stationed there, all on high alert.

"Amaya," Dean breathed as he made his way to the window.

The room was in bad shape; the roof had caved in. The destruction of the dungeon kicked in Dean's protective mode as he tried to look around for any signs of Amaya. He ignored the searing pain that was pulsing through his body as he filtered through the debris.

"Amaya?" Dean called out as he began to move the rubble. "Sweetheart, Donde estas? Amaya responde por favor!!" he called out.

"Dean?!" Sam's voice called through the door.

"Sam?" Dean croaked. "Sam, I can't find Amaya."

"Just hold on," Sam said.

He could hear orders echoing in the hall as he continued to look for Amaya.

"Dean!" a female voice called out.

Dean froze at the sound of Amaya's voice.

"Amaya? Where are you, sweetheart?" he said as he looked around.

"Over here," Her voice was firm. "Maldita madre de la gran puta. Cuando encuentre esa bruja la voy a matar!" (Damn mother of the big whore. When I find that Witch, I will kill her!)

He smiled at her outburst and sighed when he could see movement coming from one of the corners of the room. Dean rushed over, forgetting the pain that radiated from his wounds. He moved the debris, thankful that it seemed to only cover her without crushing her, helping her up and carrying her over to where Sam and his men had cleared out a path.

"What the fuck happened?" Sam asked as he looked at the damage then his brother's wound.

"Hecate," Dean said and winced when he felt Amaya's fingers assessing the damage, “she made an appearance.”

"How did we miss that?" Sam wondered as he looked at the damage in the dungeon room before turning to his brother.

"She was inside one of the witches," Dean sighed. "I guess they invoked her before we got there."

"How do we explain this?" Sam asked.

"As with any other hunt that can and will go wrong," a voice came from down the hall.

Walking towards them was Henry Winchester. His salt and pepper hair short and neat, his face clean of any facial hair. His green eyes surveyed the scene before landing on his grandsons.

"Grandpa Henry," Sam acknowledged as he stood at attention.

Dean took that moment to show respect to their grandfather. He mimicked his brother's stance; back straight, shoulders squared, hands at his sides. Both brothers observed as the Patriarch of the Winchester family assessed the damage.

“Boys,” he said and offered them a small smirk, “it seems the witches have decided to stir up trouble.”

Amaya looked around the Bunker. She had only heard the stories from the boys themselves a few times. Looking around the garage, she took in all the classic cars. Amaya held in her excitement; she couldn't wait to get her hands greasy from looking through the engines. As Amaya took in more of the garage, she made a note to look at the bikes and make sure they were in top condition. Parking her bike in an empty spot, she grabbed her things from the saddlebag and waited for the boys to approach her.

"So this is your man cave?" she asked and looked over at Dean.

Dean scoffed, "This is just the garage, sweetheart." He took her hand in his, ignoring the jolt of electricity that coursed through his veins, "The man cave needs a… private tour," he gave her a wink.

Amaya gave a small smirk before pressing her body up against Dean, "Does that include a private show of your Macarena performance, Gringo?" her breath was right on his ear.

"Okay," Dean groaned as he placed his hand on her shoulders and pushed her away from him, "one, I still need to recover," he gave her a devilish smirk before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her body flush with his, "B, if you want a private show," he caressed her cheek, "I'm in room eleven."

Amaya tilted her head at him, "Oh? Me vas enseñar algo privado?" she let her fingers dance on his chest. Two could play the flirting game. "It's okay," she pulled away from him, "I'm sure I've seen guys who are… bigger." (You going to show me something in private?)

"If you want to see bigger, sweetheart," Dean reached for her again. "I'm not shy."

"I know you're not," Amaya shook her head while pushing at his face playfully. "But, slow your roll cowboy. I'm here as a roommate. I know in the past we've…"

"Danced the mattress mambo," Dean interjected.

"Yeah, among other things," Amaya smiled. "But, let's keep our hands to ourselves."

Dean let her go as she pulled herself back and grabbed her duffle from the floor, watching as she made her way out of the garage and walked down the hallway leading to the main entryway. He couldn’t help but stare at the way her hips swayed when she walked away from him. Shaking out of his thoughts, he decided to follow after her. Grabbing his bag, he traveled down the same path she did before seeing her in the middle of the hallway.

"Come on," he called to her, "this way."

Amaya followed Dean as he made his way to the kitchen. Upon entering, they both found Sam eating dinner.

"What took you two so long?" Sam asked as he took a bite of his salad. "It's been a good thirty minutes since we got here. Everything okay?"

"We're good, Sam," Amaya chuckled. "We were discussing where Dean was going to dance the Macarena."

Dean rolled his eyes as he put his bag down and grabbed a beer from the fridge. His mind wandered to what he and Amaya did in the garage before turning back to his brother and friend.

"Why don't we show Amaya a room and let her get settled?" Dean grumbled and grabbed his bag before motioning for Amaya to follow.

"So my room is here," he announced and pointed to room eleven, "and Sam's room is right there," he pointed to room twenty-one. "So, you can have a pick of any of the other rooms that are empty."

"Looks like Twenty is empty, so I'll take that one," she said with a smile.

Dean nodded as he looked at the room down the hall closer to Sam's. He had hoped that she had picked a room closer to him, but this was for the best. He wouldn't be as tempted to make his way to her room. He watched as Sam led her down the hall, and they disappeared around the corner.

Amaya looked around the room she had picked and smiled, she liked the feeling of finally having her own room. Amaya could decorate it how she wanted and listen to her music. All the while, she never noticed Dean. Never saw how he watched in silence as she settled in. Deep in his thoughts, he had to make sure he could stay away from her. But if they fell into bed again… well, he would figure it out and do what he always did.

Later that night, when the Bunker filled with soft snores, Dean found himself in front of Amaya's door. Opening the door to her room, Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. Amaya laid sleeping on her bed, blanket almost falling to the floor, her brown hair with purple streaks sprawled on the pillow, some of the strands on her face.

Dean walked in and sighed. She looked beautiful and he had to make sure he could protect her. Taking the fallen comforter, he placed it over Amaya, tucking her in. His fingers grazed her skin as he put the stray hairs that were on her face behind her ear, smirking when she leaned into his touch. Dean could feel a pull in his heart. It took all his strength not to lean in and kiss her soft skin. With a sigh, he pulled back and walked out of the room, giving one final look before closing the door, making sure it didn't make a sound. He had to keep his distance, but he knew he had to get her out of his system one more time.

Chapter 2

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valhallanrose · 3 years

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Miriyam NSFW Headcanons

Paging: @arcanecadenza, @apprenticealec, @myheavenofinvention

Time to make it gay as fuck on main - but under the cut because 18+ ahead lmao

Miriyam is a cis woman, identifies as a lesbian - so women and femme-leaning nonbinary folks are her wheelhouse

Definitely has had her share of casual hookups, and she still will, but she’s getting to a point in her life where she feels a little more receptive to something romantic and long term

Pure of heart, dumb of ass: absolutely will flirt her ass off, and if you flirt back it’ll goad her on, but really slow on the uptake to pick up on her feelings when they turn toward romance

However, ask her if she wants to fuck and odds are you’ll get a yes - assuming she hasn’t propositioned you first

Doesn’t exactly do coy well but if if you want to tease her, lingering touches will definitely have you thinking about her later

Miriyam would tell you she’s a dominant top, but there’s a case that can be made for vers switch.

It’s not that she’s opposed to bottoming or subbing, it’s just not something she’s experienced before or been challenged to do

In her past she’s attracted submissive types so she just falls naturally into a dominant role - and she loves to give, which is why she tops so often, but similarly would not be opposed to bottoming

When Miriyam takes the lead, she’ll take a lot of cues from her partner - how fast or rough they want it, what’s too much and what’s enough - I’d be inclined to call her a service top for how much effort she puts into making sure her partner is enjoying themselves and how much pleasure she derives from that in itself

When Miriyam is following someone else’s lead, however, she would rather they take their time - it’s not something she’s used to and she needs to ease into the idea of not having control. Patience is key when she’s bottoming, and she will safeword out if she thinks you’re pushing too much.

Fast and rough is reserved exclusively for when she gets settled into bottoming and/or subbing, and probably is at minimum on round three

She may not be the wildest bitch, but she’s got stamina - if you want to fuck till dawn, she can make that happen, and then maybe drag it on just a bit longer because dawn came way too quickly for her liking regardless of what role she’s in

Miriyam isn’t exactly the kinkiest person in terms of toys. She will safeword out of a whole relationship if a crop is brought anywhere near her and any kind of restraint sends her into a panic, but there are some good options if she’s the one receiving their use

Not opposed to a strap. Has many, in fact, that she’ll use on a partner if they want it, but she’s very good with her hands (which are calloused but well cared for and drool, I love hands,,,,)

When giving, she’s in an experimental stage - she has a strap and loves to use it, but she’s never really felt comfortable enough in a relationship to really get into toys, so she doesn’t own a lot.

However, given some time to explore, Miriyam will quickly find she’s a fan of: masturbation instruction (give/receive), sensory play/deprivation (give/receive), waxplay (receiving), mutual masturbation, anything involving mirrors is a good time, thigh riding, edgeplay, overstimulation...etc, this is just off the top of my head

When it comes to toys, she’s very receptive to straps, vibrators, nipple clamps, blindfolds, buttplugs, etc, etc...basically if it isn’t a striking implement or something to pin her down she’ll probably be willing to try it at least once.

Also, she’s got a fair few piercings - most people know about the eyebrow, the multiple ear piercings, and her tongue, but knowledge of her nipples and her clit being pierced are definitely partner exclusive.

Absolutely loves it if you want to play with them, she got them because she likes them but that sure as hell wasn’t the only reason

HARD NO: Impact play, particularly regarding whips and crops, restraints (cuffs, shibari, etc are off the table indefinitely), and breathplay all come to mind for this one

Sex positions are also funky for Miriyam. Her back scarring is pretty bad, so she won’t offer herself up for some that blatantly show it off when receiving unless she is very invested in a relationship and knows it won’t put them off

Prefers face to face, anyway, it feels more personal and she likes to watch her partner’s reactions regardless of whether she is giving or receiving

Also, if she can fuck against a wall, she will spring for the chance. Those muscles aren’t just for show baby she can and will fuck your brains out while lifting or carrying you

However, there is something else to consider: Monster Miriyam.

Monster Miriyam is absolutely a dominant top. No doubt about it. Convincing her to bottom might as well be a battle to the death in her eyes, she’s not having it.

Not opposed to being touched but would rather lavish her attentions on her partner, her pleasure is very much an afterthought

There is very rarely a slow and gentle mode. Monster Miriyam likes it rough and will absolutely go for it if given the green light

You’re definitely getting fucked with against a wall and she will unabashedly fuck you with her tail if you’re wanting to ride the dragon

This opens the door to primal (predator), some painplay (ft. teeth, claws, and a very strong grip), and probably some territorial ass bullshit from her

Miriyam normally has pretty keen senses because of Monster Miriyam form, so she’s actually very into marking regardless of form, because she can both see and smell it and it tickles that very protective and possessive instinct in her that she tries her best to squash to try not to be overbearing.

Also, sorry in advance, Sappho will definitely interrupt Miriyam and her partner many times because she has no sense of boundaries. She’s earned the name “Queen Cockblock” for a reason.

#miriyam von helvig #lemon juice #headcanons

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maknaes-and-hyungs · 6 years

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mìngyùn(命运)

Pairing: Yixing x Contestant Reader

Group: Exo/ Idol Producer

Genre:Fluff, Slow Burn, Perhaps angst in the future

Chapter: <<Prev 1 next>>

Note: OMG I’ve had this for like a month or two and I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it. The second week of May was finals and now I’m on break and I wanted to rest before writing again so that’s why I’ve been gone. However I’m back and really missed writing. So I decided to make this more then one part, because you wanted the falling in love to take time. I’m not great at slow burnish stuff, but I will do my best!~Rin

P.S. I forget how I format my post so I always have to open up my blog and look at my previous posts. I am hopeless.

Request: Hi👋🏻 Can you write me a Yixing x reader (kinda an AU) where Yixing hosts idol producer girl ver. and the reader is a contestant there and they fall in love? (You don’t have to rush the falling in Love part haha) It’d be awesome if you could write one xD Thanks in advance xx

“Shhhhh-” One look from your leader and you stopped mid swear. You were being recorded for the second season of Idol Producer after all. Of course everyone claimed it wasn’t lady like, but you would say fuck that bullshit.

“Please behave yourself Y/N. We are representing Yuehua after all and we wouldn’t want to besmirch the legacy that the boys gained us last season.” Eyes rolled, you followed after her and walked to the middle of the floor as the other trainees gazed on the eight of you. Whispers of wonderment drifted through the air, but you were only focused on finding a place to sit.

All of the groups had sat together, but you honestly weren’t too fond of your label mates or the idea that you had to be a team against all others;Here you became individuals all fighting for a spot meaning that label loyalty would do you nothing. So, as your “teammates” walked to the left and up the stairs you stood in place which prompted more sinister whispers to crop up.

“Y/N now isn’t the time to space out silly.” The maknae of your group turned to you with a sweet smile that hid the hatred you faced everyday in practice. The fakeness was sickening and so you gave an unamused look and turned to the right set of stairs. To prevent them from turning around and pretending that this was some game you all played you chose a single seat at the end of the row next to another company.

The other trainees looked back and forth between you guys until the other seven Yuehua trainees huffed and strutted up near the top. You smiled smugly and leaned back into your seat ready to be named as the mean girl of the season. Of course you would turn people on their heels when you started making friends with everyone.You might come off as prickly at first, but somehow making friends came easily to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You put your hand out to the girl beside you and she shook it apprehensively, “You’re Feng Mian right?”

“Uh...yeah how did you know?”

“I saw that cover you did of Pristin’s Wee Woo. You’re super talented plus you fit the meaning of your name and its a great meaning at that.”

“Oh? And what is that meaning?”

“’ Falling asleep in the woods as the breeze swishes through ‘. You really have a calming and peaceful look about you.” Feng Mian looked surprised before she covered her mouth and giggled at how you described her.

“I thought you were rude, but in fact you’re quite friendly. I look forward to hanging out and performing with you. I’m surprised your name isn’t shu.(Meaning “kind” or “warm hearted”)” It was your turn to laugh, but before you could reply the next group was coming out and you both decided to focus you attention back to the front.

Group after group filed in, bowed, and searched for a place to sit while the rest of you whispered about them. The already seated girls commented on the trainees they recognized due to their skills or the outfits that made themselves seem shabby in comparison. It went on like this into the early morning hours and by then most girls were just fighting to stay awake leaving the judging for the mentors who were to come. It was in a lull after the final trainee came out that the mentors finally revealed themselves.

Zhou Jieqiong, Cheng Xiao, Jackson, MC Jin and Li Ronghao all came out exclaiming their greetings into their mics and waking us up. Then the man we had all been anticipating came out, Zhang Yixing, and without any prompting we all became alert and greeted the people before us.

“I know you are all tired, but the show is about to really start now! I am the nation’s producer Zhang Yixing and these are the mentors that will help in fostering the talent in all of you. Before you fall asleep let’s get right into the performances with Yuehua Entertainment.”

Finally you could perform and get these nerves you had been feeling out of your system. The rest of your group had sat lower then you so they arrived on the floor before you. The judges assumed that what they saw was the entirety of Yuehua and began their spiel.

“Sorry, but I’m also in Yuehua.” You cut off Yixing and bowed apologetically as you joined your “team mates” in front. The mentors gave curious looks and turned around to search for the empty seats.

“Why were you off by yourself?” Yixing gave you a strong look that implied he wasn’t happy with this new information he had gained.

“Because I felt it would be better to get to know other trainees since I already know everything I can about my seven label mates.”

“Yes well there will be time for that later. Anyhow let’s see your performance.” Yixing didn’t seem satisfied with you, but you ignored him and got into position. You could feel an impending disaster with the performance that you had felt ever since the day it had been thought up. As the only rapper of the eight of you, you had been given a lot more to do and you weren’t sure you could do it. Your label mates had no desire to support you and cover for the areas you lacked in. You weren’t going to let that get to you though and you set out to do the best you could despite this.

One song later you all were slightly out of breath and slick with sweat. Some had tears in their eyes due to little slip ups they had here and there. You stood up from your crouched position and moved back to your spot at the end of the line and awaited the harsh comments.

“Y/N-”You bowed and stepped forward to hear what Jackson had to say, “you are the only rapper here and I feel disappointed in you a bit. Your skills weren’t lacking, but it seems that you tried to take over the stage since you are the only one with your skill set.”

“I apologize if that was how it seemed. However, I didn’t have a hand in planning out this routine as I was hospitalized. I do know that this doesn’t excuse me though, since I should’ve put in my two sense when I could and I maybe should’ve tried to train on of my fellow label mates so they could rap some of my parts if restructuring was not possible.” I bowed my head before continuing, “This is my fault and I take full responsibility.”

“Yet that isn’t enough.” I stood up from my bow surprised to see Yixing with an annoyed look on his face. “You are a team and yet you sit by yourself and won’t rely on them for anything so they can’t rely on you. I am disappointed in your team work.”

“I won’t make excuses for myself, but that isn’t fair because you have things backwards. They have never let me in and have shunned all my efforts to help them so I can’t rely on them as you have said. I don’t believe I did anything to warrant the treatment I have gotten, but maybe I have and-”

“I’ve heard enough.” Yixing waved a hand at you and the other judges looked at him in slight disapproval. “We will now discuss ranking.”

You waited in silence with anger beneath your skin that only grew as rankings were announced. Your label mates all got a’s and b’s while you got an f. You felt this unfair as the rest of the mentors seemed shocked at Yixing’s announcement like they had all felt differently.

“Y/N you let us down and I hope you change in the future. Next up-”

“I can’t change and improve if an unfair bias is set upon me from the start.” Yixing stopped mid sentence and looked at you in shock,”However, I won’t let that or your unfounded malice stop me. Thank you for your work.” You bowed and walked back to your seat leaving everyone stunned.

This was going to be a rougher ride then you had thought. Yixing was after you for no reason from the start and you had been put at the bottom. You would fight though and make it to where you were meant to be.

Disclaimer: I love my bias, my boi, my sheep, yixing with my heart. I swear he wont be like this always but ummm I need a villain so it has to be him.~rin

#idol producer #yixing #exo #exo angst #exo fluff #idol producer angst #idol producer au #idol producer girls #yixing angst

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morrisondauthor · 7 years

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“Seasons Change”

I knew the moment I returned to North Carolina from college that Drevonn would want to see me. He was going to be home for a month before having to return back to Alabama for football summer training, so we were supposed to be spending that time together as much as possible. Although I did miss him, my attitude towards our relationship had changed. While I was in Maryland for college, I met this openly gay guy named Reggie and we really clicked. We had absolutely everything in common and like me, he was vers. So, we developed this friendship that turned into a sexual relationship and by the end of freshman year, we caught feelings for each other. A part of me felt like shit for cheating on Drevonn, but I actually didn’t see a difference between what I did and what he always did when he’d have sex with girls to keep up his reputation. I’d soon find out that it was much deeper than that.

“Dre, I am tired,” I said over the phone to Drevonn. “I worked all day today at the mall.”

“You’ve been back all week and I ain’t seen you once,” he said back on the other end. “Come on, Kel. I thought we were gonna spend time together, boo?”

“We are. I just…I feel like we’ll have plenty of time to be together.”

“See, you say that now and then the next thing I know I’m goin’ back to Alabama without gettin’ some ass from my boo.”

I laughed and asked, “Is that all you think about?”

“Yes. You know I love the way that booty grip my dick. I can’t wait to shoot my babies all in that pretty ass. I’ma get you pregnant this summer.”

I laughed again and told him, “Boy, you are so crazy.”

“I’m at the park up the street from my house. Ain’t nobody out here. Drive out this way.”

“So, we’re gonna have sex in the park now?”

“Nah, I just wanna see you.”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on, Kellan. Please.”

I thought about it for a little while before telling him, “Alright, but we’re just gonna talk. I need to talk to you about some stuff anyway.”

“Cool. Wear one of them cutoff tops that show off your cute stomach. I love that shit.”

“Okay, baby.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, too, Drevonn.” I ended the call and went over to my dresser to pull out some clothes to throw on since I was lying around in my underwear and a tank top. I grabbed one of my crop tops and a pair of shorts and put them on.

Me (Kellan Moore)

My relationship with Drevonn Simms started during our eleventh-grade year. He’d been throwing hints whenever we were around each other and taking up for me whenever the other football players called me a fag, but it wasn’t until the eleventh grade that he finally told me he liked me. It was on a cold night after a football game in October when he offered to give me a ride home because I was walking by myself. Instead of taking me home, he parked the truck in a Burger King parking lot and told me he’d been thinking about me a lot and that even though he didn’t consider himself gay, he wanted to be my boyfriend. It was cute and confusing all at the same time and I was a virgin looking for my first boyfriend, so I gave in.

As I headed to the park to meet up with him, I thought about how I was going to tell him that I’d started something with someone else. I didn’t want to hurt him but I kept telling myself that he’d understand. He had sex with so many girls and talked to girls on his Instagram all the time. We did have a conversation before going off to college but it was pretty much one-sided. He didn’t want to classify his sleeping with random girls as cheating because he was only doing it to keep people from knowing he was with me. I didn’t even bring up the fact that I felt like I should’ve been able to see other guys. We’d argued before and I have hit him before but he’s never hit me. I was a little scared that if I told him about Reggie he’d knock me out or something.

“Damn, I missed you,” he said while hugging me. “I can’t believe we ain’t seen each other since Christmas.” He kissed the side of my face as he kept his arms wrapped around me.

Drevonn Simms

“I missed you, too,” I told him before finally pulling back.

He looked me up and down and said, “Look at them sexy long legs. I missed yo tall ass, boo. Almost the same height as me, damn.” He put his hand on my ass and started feeling on it.

“Dre, I thought we were gonna talk?”

“We are but damn, you know I had to feel on that ass.”

“I’m sure you’ve been smacking your teammates’ asses all the time.”

“That ain’t the same. My tongue ain’t never been up in they booty like it’s been in yours.” He grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, let’s go talk in my truck.”

We went over to his truck and climbed inside together. Immediately, he started kissing and touching on me. I gotta admit, it felt good as fuck and my dick was getting hard. I could feel how much he missed me in his kisses. Still, he needed to know the truth and even though I hated to ruin the mood, I had to be honest. So I put my hand up to his mouth to keep him from kissing him and told him bluntly, “I’ve been seeing somebody else.”

He smiled for a second and asked, “What you mean?”

“Dre, I met somebody at Calhoun University.”

“You mean like a friend or somethin’?”

“No, more than that.”

“You went out on some dates with him because you were bored? Was it like that?”

“No. Dre, we had sex a few times.”

When I told him that, he gasped a little before asking, “You cheated on me?”

“Not really. I mean, you have sex with girls all the time.”

“That’s different, Kellan!”

“How? Are you or are you not fucking them?”

“I don’t care about them. I don’t love them. Fuck, Kel! I can’t believe you would do some shit like this!”

“I knew you’d get mad.”

“Yeah, because this is fucked up. I don’t fuck bitches just because I want to. I do it so I can keep playin’ football and so nobody won’t get suspicious.”

“You’re bisexual, Drevonn. I know you’re attracted to those girls they give you something that I can’t.”

“You think this is because you don’t have a pussy? Kellan, I love you! I don’t love anybody the way I love you, bae. You know that. So, you need to call that nigga you met at Cal U and tell him you got somebody.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I’m not doing that. If you’re gonna keep messing around with girls then I’m gonna keep seeing Reggie.”

“You keep seein’ him and I might just pop up at Cal U next semester and snap his neck.”

“Drevonn, this isn’t fair. I’m supposed to just sit and wait for you while you’re constantly having sex with girl after girl?”

“Are you only with me for the sex?”

“What? No.”

“Then you don’t have a point.”

“I don’t have a point? You cheat on me all the time!”

“Nigga, it ain’t cheatin’! Fuck, I swear you about to make me…”

“What? You’re gonna hit me?”

He calmed down and admitted, “I don’t like that you were with somebody else because I was your first and your only.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am serious, Kel. Now, you need to cut ol’ boy loose because I’m your boyfriend, not him.”

“Well, maybe I want a boyfriend that can be with me all the time and not just some of the time. Maybe I want somebody who will be with me and only me.”

“You don’t think I want that? Baby, football is payin’ for me to go to school. You think I wanna go pro and shit? I don’t. I just wanna go to school and get my degree. It ain’t forever. Me and you, we’re forever. But I can’t be cool with you lettin’ some other nigga fuck you.”

“He doesn’t just fuck me. I fuck him, too.”

“So, that’s what this is about?”

“No, but it does make me more compatible with him.”

“I can’t believe you right now. I really can’t.” He shook his head and asked, “So, you cheated on me…”

“I didn’t cheat.”

“Yes you did!”

“Well, then that means you cheat on me, too. If you really want us to fix this then you need to be real, Drevonn.”

“What do you want me to do? Huh? You want me to come out and tell people that I’m bi? You want me to give up football and college?”

“I want you to be my boyfriend!”

“I am! Damn, you really fuckin’ with my head right now! Shit!” He punched his steering wheel, making his horn go off once. He calmed down again and asked me, “Do you care about this other nigga?”

“Not the way I care about you. But I’m not sure how much longer I can care about you when you really don’t care about me.”

“Oh my God, bruh.” He put his hands up to his face.

“Dre, I’m not trying to be mean to you but…” I stopped when I heard him sobbing. “Drevonn, are you crying?”

He turned away from me and answered quickly, “No,” before sobbing again.

“Drevonn, I’m honestly not trying to be mean right now. I just…I thought I could handle you being with girls but I can’t. You’ve hooked up with so many of them, yet I get with one other dude and you can’t handle it. Do you see how I feel?”

“It ain’t the same yo!” He finally turned back to face me, showing the tears that were streaming down his face. “But fuck it, you wanna dump me then go ahead. I don’t care!” His voice cracked and he coughed a few times as more tears fell from his eyes.

I’d be lying if I said his crying wasn’t breaking my damn heart. I was still pissed at him but I felt like shit for making him cry. I’d never seen him cry before so it was a little overwhelming watching him break out into a full bawl. He said something incoherent in between his sobs.

“What?” I asked him.

“I said I think I’m gonna throw up,” he said more coherently.

“Oh my God, Drevonn. Take a deep breath and calm down.” I rubbed his back and offered, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t say no shit like that to me, man. I do care about you. You don’t think I feel guilty enough as it is? I can’t be like you, Kellan. I can’t be out and shit. You don’t think I wanna tell the world that I love you?”

“I said I was sorry. And I’m sorry if it seems selfish…”

“It is selfish! I told you from jump how it was gonna have to be between us. I never lied to you.” He wiped his tears and calmed back down before telling me, “I can’t come out, Kel.”

“That’s not what I want.”

“I can slow down with the girls. I can try to do better, baby. I’ll work on all that just please…” He got choked up again. “Kel, I’m beggin’ you. You know how I feel about you. You got me cryin’ and shit. This shit ain’t fake. I’m damn near about to throw up right now.”

I looked away from him for a second and took a deep breath before looking back and saying, “I just don’t know right now. Baby, I love you. I just don’t know if I can keep putting myself through cycles of depression because I have to see you on Instagram and Snapchat with random bitches all the time. I get so depressed when I see that shit and when I’m with Reggie…”

“I don’t wanna hear about him no more.”

“Drevonn, when I’m with him I feel better. So, we need to renegotiate this whole thing. If we’re really going to be together then both of us should be happy.”

“If you let him fuck you again, then I’m not gonna be happy.”

“Well, I can’t give you a definite answer on us then. I’m sorry.”

“You’re gonna leave me over some stupid bitches that don’t even matter?” He tilted his head back against his seat as tears fell from his eyes again.

Now tears were filling my eyes and I could feel my breath shortening. I stared at him and told him, “Sometimes, relationships go through different seasons, baby. Maybe this is our off-season.”

He grabbed his chest and continued to cry as he asked me, “What am I gonna do without you? You’re the only person that knows me.”

“And you’re the only person that knows me inside and out, Drevonn. I feel like you’re my soulmate but at the same time, it’s like you don’t belong to me. Do you know how fucked up that feels?” I wiped my tears and calmed myself before continuing, “I love you and this isn’t a breakup. I promise you it isn’t. Maybe with a break, we can reevaluate this whole thing. We need to step back before making any major commitments because making a commitment is supposed to be forever and we’re not ready for that yet. Clearly, we’re not ready for it.”

After almost an hour of crying with him and reassuring him that everything was going to be okay, we had emotional sex in the cab of his truck. I didn’t look at it as pity sex or goodbye sex, it was more like making love to my boyfriend who was going to continue being my boyfriend even though we were going to be on break. I had no intentions of getting serious with Reggie, but I was going to keep dating him and having sex with him. But my heart belonged to Drevonn.

“You know,” he said to me as we put our clothes back on, “you’re still the only person I have sex with without rubbers.”

“Same,” I said to him, making us both laugh. “But seriously, when you go back to Alabama next month for summer training, hook up with as many girls as you want.”

“Kel, baby, no girl will ever compare to you. Never forget that you’re my first love, too. I ain’t never said I love you to none of the girls I’ve been with. I’ve never even had a girlfriend. But I love you enough to respect you. I’m pissed and I’m probably gonna cry about this whenever I’m alone, but I can’t do nothin’ but respect what you want. I’m the one that fucked up.”

“Drevonn, no…”

“Nah, it’s my fault. I know it is. I can admit that. But boo, I don’t care how long it takes, I will make this right. It’s like you said, our relationship has seasons and we’re in an off-season right now. I’m gonna have to deal with you bein’ with that other nigga. I’m gonna have to trust that you won’t get serious with him. I’m not gonna make you make me a promise but I do want you to know that I don’t blame you and I’m not mad at you.”

“We can check-in after the summer and during each break throughout semesters.”

“Check-in?”

“Yeah, talk over the phone or some other way to make sure we’re both still on the same page.”

“Okay, I’m cool with that.”

“I also want you to call me anytime you feel like you really need to talk to me. I don’t care how late at night it is, Dre, call me.”

“Okay.”

I finished getting dressed before saying, “I better get home. I need to soak in the tub with some Epsom salt after taking that dick with just spit as lube. Got me all sore.”

He smiled and said, “I’m sorry, boo.”

“Yeah, sure you are. You didn’t nut in me like you were sorry. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Baby, wait.” He grabbed my hand and placed something in it.

I looked down to see it was his high school class ring. I looked back into his eyes and asked, “Why are you giving me your class ring?”

“I want you to keep it.”

“Drevonn, I can’t keep this. It’s important.”

“You’re more important. Give it back to me when the time is right. It’ll be somethin’ for you to remember me with so that you’ll know I’m always thinkin’ about you.”

“And what’s going to make you think about me?”

“Kel, you’re gonna be on my mind every single second you’re not physically with me. I can promise you that, boo.” He leaned over and kissed my lips for a few seconds before pulling back and telling me, “Go on ahead and get your cute ass out my truck before I change my mind.”

I giggled and told him, “I love you.”

“I love you more. Goodnight, baby.”

I climbed out of his truck and went back to my car. We both drove away from the park in opposite directions. It wasn’t until I was home in the tub that I finally allowed myself to let it all out. I cried harder than I’d ever cried in my life. Still, a part of me was happy. We’d finally reached some form of an understanding and even though we were taking a break from the relationship, it was something we were both willing to give a try. One thing I finally knew for sure was that relationships could be complicated. You honestly never know what season ends up changing everything, for better or worse.

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