#yeah the whole naked in a tub after everything that happened to him wasn’t GOOD

[ssreeder]

bestie yes i have decided we are besties

don’t know why i do this but in liab the arc yes arc where sokka helps zuko escape zhao’s tent and then sokka helping zuko bathe in the log cabin i always go back and read it

there’s just something so intimate about it that it keeps pulling me in to read like every other week

EYYYYYY BESTIE!!!

I’m really glad you liked that scene!! It wasn’t Sokka’s most clearly thought through moment, but it was really sweet because of how tenderly he cared for Zuko. Sokka really wanted to wash away his friends hurt and make everything better…

I think he kind of regrets it now, looking back and realizing how intimate it was after such a horrific thing happening to Zuko,,, but I think Zuko appreciated it.

Maybe the boys will get a bath again soon… one can only hope.

#I’m super glad you like that scene #it was one of those moments where the character is trying really hard #but it so mentally unstable he just isn’t thinking clearly #V was like DRINK THE WATER #& then they didn’t drink the water #Sokka said - bath first #Vs plan didn’t work #but I really think Zuko needed that comfort #yeah the whole naked in a tub after everything that happened to him wasn’t GOOD #But idk I think Zuko knew it was Sokka and that his friend was going to help him #& Sokka is like I CAN FIX THIS #nooooo buddy….. no you can’t it’s going to take time #but nice try you little cutie #now we’re best friends gabbitril #so no takebacksies #thanks for telling me you enjoyed that part so much #makes my smile #liab #ask #gabbitril

[oops-aquarius]

tainted kisses

summary: steve needs some relaxation, which you provide to him

warnings: smut (!!!!), praise kink, slight degradation kink, a little bit of angst cuz a hoe is sad, oral fixation (duh), slight dom/sub dynamics (?), mentions of sadness/depression, tiny mommy kink (like barely there)

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.2k

note(s): not edited well at all, also i used a prompt generator to get the promt i used (which is below !!)

prompt: “baths or water (tubs or jacuzzis; hot springs; water houses or steam rooms; the ocean; swimming pools.”

kink: “Oral fixation or fetishization (lips, tongue, or whole mouth; french-kissing; licking; oral displays using food or beer bottles; smoking cigarettes, cigars, or pipes; biting or chewing one's lip(s))”

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***this is post-endgame except nobody died, cause im a hoe for all of the avengers***

Steve never realized how much he liked things in his mouth. Not always in a sexual way, at least not until after fighting Thanos.

After fighting for so long, bottling up his emotions was not at all how Steve needed to cope. He tried the yoga and meditation route Wanda had so kindly suggested. Yeah, after one session of hot yoga, Steve decided that it wasn't going to happen. Tony, obviously, suggested sex. Said something about it being a “healing experience for the soul”. That’s bullshit were Steve’s first thoughts when that came out of his mouth. Bucky told him to get some goats and raved about how therapeutic it was to raise them. But Steve could barely take care of himself, how would he even take care of a goat? Steve felt a hot sense of hopelessness burn against the back of his eyes as he sat on the floor of his bedroom, back pressed against the adjoined bathroom door.

“Steve?” A soft knock came from the front door. He took his thumb away from his mouth, he had resorted to subconsciously nibbling on the tip of it. Pulling himself off the door and towards the voice, he rubbed his tear-stricken cheeks in attempts to clean himself up a bit before seeing you.

“One sec, Y/N/N.”

When he opened the door, your face softened a bit before the smile that Steve, secretly, loved so much dropped off your face completely. “Stevie, what happened?”

Stevie, a nickname he hated for his entire life. A name that reminded him of the days before the super solider serum where he was a little guy getting beaten up on the streets of Brooklyn. Stevie, a nickname he loved hearing from your caring voice. Nobody else’s. 

“Just tired, Y/N” he sighed, “so,so tired.”

“Stevie,” your voice caught at the back of your throat. Seeing him in so much pain made your life turn upside down. He doesn't deserve to be in pain. “ S’there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just stay with me? Please?”

You took him back into his bed and sat with him, just talking about life until his breathing turned back to normal and he seemed partially-okay. 

“Do you want to take a bath?” you asked, still stroking the blonde strands of his hair.

“Are you saying I smell?” He took his face out of the crook of your shoulder, feigning a look of hurt.

“No, punk, I meant to relax. You seemed pretty shaken up and I just wanted to help. I mean, that’s what I do when I feel down, relax in a bat-”

He cuts you off, “I appreciate it. Really, Y/N, I don’t know many people that are as loving and caring as you, sweetheart.” The nickname made a pang in your heart. You had like the super solider since you had met him, but never felt like he reciprocated the feelings. Even though you both cuddled often, and had movie nights, and he always let you beat him while sparring, and that one time you came down with a stomach bug and he fed you soup and-holy shit. Did Steve like you? “Sweetheart?”

“Huh?”

“I said, ‘A bath does sound nice’. What’s got you so suddenly zoned out?” He says, donning a smirk.

“It’s nothing. Let’s get you into that bath, mister,” you had a faux grumpy look on your face as you got up and walked to the bathroom, starting to fill the white, ceramic bathtub with warm water. “Okay, big boy. You need help getting up or are you okay?”

Rolling his eyes at your inauthentic tone, Steve pushes his tensed frame off the body and managed to stumble into the bathroom, while you following him closely to make sure he doesn't fall over from exhaustion.

“I get it, I’m old, but damn Y/N. I can walk perfectly fine,” He chuckles as he pushes himself up to sit on the counter top.

You start to fill up the bathtub with warm water, adding bubbles and lighting a few scented candles. He looked so pretty, hair sticking out in every direction, lips pink and puffy from biting them, his ocean blue eyes still misty as he looks down at his cuticles, picking them slightly. 

“Okay, I’m gonna leave so you can take this bath,” you say, shutting off the faucet, “Got it?”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Stevie.”

“Stay, please.” His eyes were watering more than earlier. He had those puppy dog eyes, lip quivering as his voice cracked and wavered even with just a few words. He looked so vulnerable, how could you say no to him?

“Of course, Steve. I mean, the bubbles with kind of cover everything. I’ll just sit next to the tub with you, alright?” You awkwardly giggled and scratched the back of your neck. He nodded, hopping off of the counter and starting to undress himself with a wobble. “Stevie, you’re shaking like a leaf, let me help you.”

His eyes never met yours as you helped him pull his t-shirt over his head and looped your delicate fingers through the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging them down his muscular thighs. “You’re not gonna finish your job, doll?”

His boxers. The only clothes he had left on were his grey boxers. You wanted to give him privacy and not look, especially in such a broken and vulnerable state. But god, you could see the outline of his partially-hard cock through the soft cotton. You thought about what it would be like to have your mouth around his hard length, chocking on it as he rammed himself into the back of your throat.

“Ummm, I just--I thought--I mean I can---Only if you want--” The dirty thoughts clouded your brain. It made speaking a speaking a sentence almost impossible as your mouth watered just thinking about his cock.

“It was a joke, sweetheart,” he laughed heartily, “You’re too adorable.”

Pulling his boxers down his legs, he waddled tiredly over to the tub before stepping in. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling of the warm water encapsulating his exhausted body. You imagined that’s how he’d groan if you sucked his cock so hard he was seeing stars.

You were still facing the door, like you were as Steve got completely undressed. You knew if you turned around and look at him, naked and at ease, you’d jump his bones in a heartbeat. “Come sit with me, Y/N”

And you did. You turned around cautiously, like you expected, the bubbles covered his body enough for you to be able to handle yourself as you sat down next to the tub. You grabbed his hand away from his lips, running your soft fingers over his rough calloused ones. “I always see you biting your nails or cuticle or lips or your pens. Why?”

He sighed, “I’m not sure, I guess it just distracts me?” He said it more like it was a question rather than a statement. “I guess I don’t truly know why I do it, I guess I just enjoy having things in my mouth.”

You could read Steve like a book, his pupils blown with lust, his lip stuck between his teeth, a blush heating up his cheeks. You took a leap of faith.

“Yeah, like what?”

“You.”

His lips were on yours in a flurry, it took a second for you to react, but as soon as you did it felt amazing. Neither of you seemed to care about the water splashing over you as his hands trailed up your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

He pulls away panting, “F-Fuck, Y/N, I need you. Please. Oh my god I need you so bad,” His eyes looked as if they were welling up with tears and he looked so pretty still in the relaxing bubble bath, whimpering and whining for you. 

“God, I need you too, baby,” you stop to look in his eyes sincerely, “Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to do or that you will regret.” Your hand caresses his cheek.

“Just get in here with me and I’ll show you how much I want you,” he whispered, “Need you, really.”

You sighed before your hands moved shakily to take off your t shirt. As much as you wanted this, you were still scared of how the ripped super solider would feel about you and your body, As soon as your shirt was off, Steve was whimpering, dipping his hand into the soapy water to massage his aching cock. This only spurred you to take off your clothes and join him faster. 

“Did I say you could touch yourself, puppy?” Your stern voice caught him off-guard, making him pause his actions with a look of fear on his face. You step into the bathtub, straddling him. Your nails raked up his milky white thighs, trailing up his body admiring the beauty of it. “Y’Know I was planning on being nice to you because you’ve been so good to me, but you might need to be punished, baby? Do you need to punshied like a brat?”

He mewled, bowing his head in shame. You could feel him growing harder and harder by the second and you were starting to go crazy with the empty feeling inside of you that on he could fill. “No, ma’am. I’ll be good, I swear!”

“Mmmm, that’s my good boy.” Your hands slid up his chest and rested on his cheeks, hearing him preen at your praise, as you repositioned yourself over his cock. “Are you sure you want this?”

“If you dont ride me into next week right fucking now I’m going to scream, Y/N,” He breathed out with a chuckle, Grabbing your thighs, he helps you sink down on his cock. Both of you were moaning and whimpering messes by the time you were sitting at this base of him, trying to get adjusted to his large size. 

Hot tears burned at the back of his eyes as soon as you lifted yourself up off of him, only leaving the tip of him inside of you, and slamming back down on his dick. 

“Baby-please,” he whimpered, “n-need, shit, need your fingers, bad.” 

You were confused, slowing down a bit to make sure he was okay. But his puppy dog eyes showed that he was okay. Slowly taking your wrist from his cheek, he puts your fingers in his warm mouth. Moaning around them and swirling his tongue around them. He did it the same way you always dreamed about sucking his dick, chocking and gagging on his length.

“Yeah, you’re such a needy little slut for me, for this pussy. Look at you, so ruined and fucked out just because I’m fucking you.” He moaned sensually at your words making your core tighten impossibly. 

You had gotten a good idea as you were riding him. Slowly, you start to thrust your hand in and out of his mouth, watching the saliva dribble out of the corners of his mouth as he choked on you. The band in your tummy starts tightening as you feel yourself getting close. 

“Shit, fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. Oh my god, you’re make me come with your beautiful cock, puppy. So good for me, aren’t you?” Your free hand dips into the water, cupping his balls and rolling them around your soft palm.

He nods, choking on your nimble finger yet again his you massage his sensitive balls. “Gonna come,” he slurred and spit around you.\, “almost there.”

“I didn’t” you moaned as you feel his balls tighten, fall back down on his cock at a faster pace, “give you permission to do that. I thought you were going to be good for me?”

“I am” he spluttered loudly, “i am good, I swear. Just please let me come. I need it, oh shit, mommy.”

The name went straight to your core, making you grow weak as you feebly give him permission to come as you come undone with one more bounce on his large member. His hands come up to grope your breasts as he come with hot spurts inside of your tight cunt. 

“Oh my god,” you stifle a giggle as you stand up on shaky legs. You wordlessly helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a white towel, walking him to bed while you dried yourself off. Collapsing on the bed with a grunt, the solider hollds out his hand to you, signalling you to lay down with him. You could easily tell he was still coming down from his sex high, starting to regain his self back.

“I dont know what possessed me to,” he pauses, trying to figure out a way to word the rest of his sentence, “to suck, I guess, on your hand. I’m sorry, Y/N, that was really weird of me.”

“What do’ya mean, baby? Having an oral fixation isn’t something to be ashamed of.” The words make him smile with droopy eyes, tucking his head into your neck and starting to fall asleep, happy and comfortable, cuddling you.

“And to be honest, puppy. I think it’s really hot.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers smut #mcu #avengers smut #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers fic #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers headcannon #smut #angst #fluff #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #wtf even is this crackfic #i hate it but oh well

[champagne-bucky]

Wet N’ Wild

Summary: After a stressful couple days at school, Tom finds a way to make the reader feel better. 

Warnings: Tom Holland x college!reader, touch starved, smut, fingering, oral (female), things get steamy y’all

Notes: So this is for @asonofpeter​ ‘s 1K Challenge.... that’s a month late but hopefully this makes up for it sorry girl!!! Hope y’all enjoy this one!!

Word Count: 1834

Prompt #9: “I’m wet” and “I don’t care, let me hold you,”

You walked into your apartment and slammed the door shut. Your head was pounding and all you wanted to do was sleep forever. However, with the thousands of papers you have due this week sleep might be a fleeting dream.

“Love, are you okay?” your boyfriend walks over and greets you.

“Yeah,” you said weakly, “just school stressing me out. You won’t believe the amount of work they’re giving me,” you could almost tear up at the work you’d have to do.

“Shhh don’t get upset,” you didn’t even realize the tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I don’t know Tom, college has just been getting so hard recently and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to keep up,” you finally broke down in Tom’s arms.

He soothed you for a while until your breathing was steady again. Tom stroked your back which put you more at ease.

“We’ll figure it out, I’ll help you if I have to,” you were so grateful that you found someone as loving as him. Tom would go to the ends of the earth for you if he could. How did you both get so lucky to find each other?

“I’m gonna run you a bath, love. You go get ready,” Tom kissed your forehead and ran off to the bathroom.

You made your way to the bedroom and began to take off your clothes, quickly putting a fluffy robe over your nude body.

“Y/N, it’s ready, love,” Tom called you from the bathroom.

Your nose was filled with a warm lavender scent and the bathroom was already steamy. Tom made sure to fill the tub with his body wash that you loved so much and made the water extra hot.

“After you, princess,” you took off your robe and handed it to Tom.

“Thank you, my prince,” you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips as you caught him eyeing up your body.

“Do you wanna join,” you bit your lip and ignored the buzzing feeling from in between your thighs. Between Tom’s filming schedule and your college work load, the two of you have never had the opportunity to get really intimate.

Tom was about to shake his head no and let you have some free time, but he couldn’t ignore how beautiful his naked girl was squeezing her thighs together. Like I wouldn’t notice, he thought.

Without saying a word, Tom began to shred himself of his clothing while you turned your back to him and made your way towards the steaming bath. Tom unapologetically admired your ass as it motivated him to shuck off his pesky clothing faster.

He lowered himself into the bath first and you followed suit. Tom wrapped his arms around your waist and you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder. For the first time in a long time, you two truly felt at peace.

However, the peace quickly ended once you felt Tom’s erection poke your lower back. You suppressed a gasp, but you both knew that you felt it.

Tom used this moment to begin pampering soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. You let out a low moan at how good the small amount of affection felt.

“Please Tommy,” you moaned for him to move his hands down a little lower.

Once his fingers found your small nub he gently began to rub. You slowly started to grind your hips into his fingers as his kisses got more intense.

You felt him grow harder behind your back and your mind was swimming with the endless possibilities of what could happen tonight.

“You know,” Tom said in a raspy voice, “you can touch it if you want,” he was trying so hard not to grind into you.

You moved to a better position in the tub and grabbed him. Tom moaned once your hand touched his member as you slowly started to stroke.

“Being a little bit of a tease aren’t we, love?” You responded with a moan as Tom sped up on your clit.

“My poor baby’s been so stressed out lately. You needed this didn’t you? You need my cock and fingers to help relax huh?” You tried to respond, but Tom entered a finger into you and you let out a tiny scream.

“Answer me,” he said forcefully as he went faster.

“I-I n-need you. S-s-so bad,” you cried out.

“Keep going, honey,” Tom was getting cocky now, but as you sped up on him he was starting to falter.

“Tommy?”

He put two fingers in you and sped up.

“Yes”

“I need you.”

“Need what, love?”

His other hand came around and started to circle your clit again.

“I need, I need your cock,” you moaned out loud as you felt your orgasm coming, you had stopped touching him completely due to the amount of pleasure.

“Let go for me and then you can have my cock, baby,” you screamed as Tom kicked himself into overdrive and completely made you lose touch of reality for a brief moment.

Your first orgasm was blinding as you arched your back and moaned Tom’s name. Tears were streaming down your face as water was falling out of the tub from the intense session.

“You did so well for me,” Tom kissed your shoulder and he got up from behind you. He turned on the shower head and drained the bath water and started to exit.

“Where are you going,” you tried to ask, but it came out more like a whine.

“I’m gonna clean up the little mess we made,” he smirked, “then meet me in the bedroom for round two,” he looked you up and down and bit his lip.

You shuddered at the endless possibilities of what he wanted to do to you in the bedroom, so you made sure to take a fast shower, and try to ignore the sensitivity between your legs as you cleaned up there.

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You finished up your shower in a hurry, despite the tremors going through your legs every now and then, and practically rushed to meet Tom in your bedroom.

The water was still dripping off your body as you entered the shared room. Everything looked the same except for one thing: Tom wasn’t there. You thought to go look for him for a brief moment or try and call for him, but you gasped as you felt your boyfriends muscled arms wrap around you and pull you close.

“I’m wet,” you laughed as you tried to wiggle away but his grip on you was tight.  

“I don’t care, let me hold you,” Tom nuzzled his head into your shoulder and peppered more kisses across it.

You laughed as his hands caressed your towel-clad body, poking your soft spots in an attempt to make you laugh. However he paused, Tom stopped his loving touches and in one swoop he picked you up and placed you in the middle of the bed.

You exchanged looks of adoration. Tom thought that you never looked more beautiful than now. He loved you at your most vulnerable self and would always make you know it. The way he looked at you, you would never trade it for anything in the world. He was your one.

“Can I take this off, love?” He picked at your towel.

You nodded a yes and he wasted no time in ridding your damp body of the fabric.

“Might need to give you another bath after this,” he smirked as you removed his shirt and pants and made eye level with your pussy.

“Why’s that?” You already knew the answer, but you just wanted to hear him say it.

“Because this pussy’s gonna be dripping with my cum,” Tom abruptly latched his lips to your core and began to work you up.

You couldn’t hold back the distraught moan that left your lips. Your body felt way too sensitive after all of Tom’s attacks. You clutched onto his hair and began pulling it, begging for him to stop and look up at you.

“What is it, darling?” Tom didn’t move from your pussy. While he awaited a response from you, he licked your core some more and with curious eyes as to what you were going to say.

“Tommy,” you moaned as his tongue pressed harshly on your clit, “please, Tommy, I need you inside of me, please, please, please…”

Your pleas died out as the please became too much for you. Tom smirked as you were at a loss for words. He loved when you looked fucked out beyond repair, it turned him on way too much.

Sadly for him, he removed himself from your aching pussy and positioned himself to go inside you.

“Is this okay, love?” He always made sure to ask you if you were feeling okay when you were this fucked out.

“Yes,” you moaned weakly, but it wasn’t for long because Tom put a devious smirk back on his face and slammed into you again.

You gasped and Tom took the opportunity to start kissing you. The kiss was anything but gentle and romantic and more raw and passionate. Tom needed this night as much as you did.

“You’re such a princess, you know that, Y/N? Such a perfect princess, always so ready and waiting for me,” he grunted.

He moved his hands to behind your hips and angled them upwards towards him. The new position made you shriek in pleasure.

“Baby, baby, I’m gonna-,”

“It’s okay, princess, just let it go,” Tom moved faster to catch up.

You both finished at the same time. Tom collapsed on you, your sweaty bodied making you overheated.

“You're crushing me, Tom,” you struggled to say.

Tom faked an offended scoff and moved off of you, pulling himself out in the process.

Tom’s fingers settled on below your belly button, but they didn’t stay there for long. Tom trailed his fingers lower until they got to your pussy again. He circled around your clit again, but soon pushed his fingers into your pussy and pushed yours and his cum farther in.

“Oh, Tom, please, I need to take a break if you wanna go again,” you breathlessly said.

“Why don’t we get you all cleaned up again, okay?” You nodded your head as Tom removed his fingers and ran into the bathroom.

After a while he called you in the bathroom. Your legs were shaking with each step as you made your way to the hot shower that was running and your gorgeous boyfriend outside of it. Before you stepped in, you heard the humming of the bathroom fan on.

“Why’s that on?” You asked Tom.

“I figured round two would take a while, so we shouldn’t steam up the whole bathroom, right, love?” Tom winked and pulled you in the shower.

Let’s just say you weren’t stressed anymore after a few rounds.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #peter parker #peter parker smut #tom holland one shot #tom holland imagine #peter parker oneshot #peter parker image #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #asonofpeter's 1000 follower celebration writing challenge 2020

[dearbarzal]

for when he wins - connor mcdavid

henlo, this is my first headcanon!!! i originally wrote this for my friend clary after her man scored a hatty during the game against jets and i got overexcited. i hope i’m doing this correctly lol

word count: 1.1k

warnings: language, slight nsfw

you were surprised when your boyfriend texted you that he’s coming home, he was supposed to stay on the road for the next four days

but your excitement drowned your confusion. connor just had his third hat trick this season, and you’re more than proud of him after how bad his last game against the canadiens went, not to mention violent and brutal

you grinned at the memory of what the two of you did after the said game

he brought his pent up anger to your bedroom—no, actually your couch first. and then the bedroom. but you made sure to talk to him about your concerns

he said sorry and spooned you and treated you like his queen as he should afterwards

now they handed the jets’ asses to them. maybe rough sex is really what he needed

you turned the tv off after the game ended and went to your bedroom, walking straight to your bathroom and picking up some candles from the cupboard

you rarely do this, but you thought that connor deserves a reward for being the best player and the best boyfriend ever

you just finished preparing when you heard the front door open. then the sound of his voice that always woke up something inside you. “baby, i’m home.”

you tangled the ribbon of the robe you’re now wearing before walking out to meet him

he smiled when he saw you coming barefoot with an unintentional messy hair. for him, it still feels surreal to be coming home to you. no matter how sore his body was after the game, everything feels better with the sight of you

you equaled his smile before tiptoeing to reach him for a hug, and damn his height, you cursed softly

he chuckled before leaning down to you and kissing your neck. and then your lips. he lingered there, giving you small, soft kisses like he’s been on the road for a year

“you did really well today, love. i’m proud of you.”

“that was for you.”

“uhuh?” you smiled sweetly. you have planned out everything that will happen for the rest of the night. but your boyfriend just had to pull you out of your thoughts with another kiss. “come with me.”

you lead him to the bathroom where the warm water was already running. you set up candles and scents and everything that made the bathroom peaceful and calming

you looked at him and found his mouth slightly opened in surprise, taking in everything that you prepared. you kissed his jaw and his eyes moved to you with adoration

“strip, love.” you smiled at him

he didn’t hesitate before pulling off the shirt he’s wearing. you helped him a bit until he’s completely naked in front of you

not a second later, he pushed you against the bathroom wall and dipped in to your lips

you raised your eyebrow, silently reminding him of the little talk you had about aggression and post-game roughness

he smiled and said a small sorry before making his way to your lips again, but you pushed him slightly and shook your head. this wasn’t what you planned

“save the rough sex for when you lose, babe. i’m going to take care of you tonight.”

you pulled him towards the tub but he didn’t bulge. instead, he tugged you back. he switched off the water and lead you towards the shower. you tried resisting him but he shushed you with another kiss. seriously, this man knows your weakness and would gladly use it against you

“no, no. tonight, i’m the one to take care of you. because you are the best. the best girlfriend, the best best friend — don’t tell leon i said that — and i’m so over the fucking moon just thinking that i’m the one with you right now. i mean it, baby. you could have anyone you wanted, but you had me. i don’t know what i did in my past life to have you in this.”

you stared at him in awe. for some reasons, you had the exact same thoughts earlier. that’s why you did this in the first place

his hands traveled to the ribbons of your robe before whispering to you, “may i?”

you nodded. he tugged it and let it fall. he discarded your robe and tossed it away, giving you another passionate kiss before turning the shower on

water dripped onto your head, down to your shoulder blades. connor kissed every part of your body that was touched with water

but that was only that. he reached for the soap, made foam, and lathered it in your body. you tried doing the same for him but he swatted your hands away. “i’m babying you tonight. not the other way around.”

so you resorted to occasionally kissing him whenever you got the chance. his chest. his chin. his jaw. he was so focused on your body that his forehead was scrunched. you found it adorable and kissed it too

he then proceeded to shampooing your hair. he lathered and massaged your scalp, making you close your eyes because of how good it felt

you opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with pure adoration. you couldn’t help but lean forward and reach for his lips. he didn’t swat you away, this time, and kissed you back

“i love you, you know that?” you murmured

“yes, but not as much as i do.”

eventually, he let you do the same for him. you massaged each other’s scalp and body, with the occasional— no, frequent making out in between. but it doesn’t go farther from that. intimacy doesn’t always mean sex, and both of you understand that

in the end, you rinsed and put on a new robe. you stepped out of the bathroom to sit on your bed. connor leaned against the bathroom’s doorway, looking at you intently while still half naked

his brows suddenly creased as if he remembered something

“i don’t agree with the whole ‘rough sex’s only for when we lose’, babe.”

“yeah?” you grinned, because he really looked so hot and bothered now

“i don’t think the team will appreciate it when i purposely mess up just so i could have you,” he said again. you shook your head while chuckling. but his face remained serious. “we have to do something about it.”

he removed the towel covering his lower body and walked towards you, removing your robe and pushing you towards the bed. he kissed you passionately. one look and the both of you know what’s about to happen next

maybe rough sex is for when he wins, too

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

A Place To Call Home: Oh Baby

Summary: The reader and TJ decide to have their first baby together and the experience is anything but simple...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, pregnancy, pregnancy/delivery scare

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Hey,” you said, rubbing TJ’s bare back in bed after he’d gotten Allie down for bed. He groaned happily as you gave him a massage, sinking further into the mattress. “You’re rocking this dad thing you know.”

“Back at ya mom,” he laughed. “You really think so? Cause I’m scared shitless half the time.”

“Same. But she’s happy and healthy and safe. We must be doing something right,” you said. He patted your leg and you slid off of him, TJ rolling to his side and wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you down. “What are you thinking, handsome?”

“I noticed you haven’t taken any birth control this week,” he said. 

“We said we’d talk tonight about it. I wanted to be prepared,” you said. He brushed his hand over your cheek and your whole body felt warm at the touch. “This is way off base of our plan for kids. We can totally wait if you want to.”

“We could. But we said way back when we talked about this that when we had kids, we wanted to keep them not too many years apart. Allie will be more than two by the time we have one. I know our plans got changed completely when she came into the picture.”

“Well, the original plan was two of our own and then when they were in their teens, we’d look at adoption for number three. What do you think?” you asked.

“I think it doesn’t matter what our plan is today. It’ll probably change in some way. It already did,” he said.

“Do you want to make a baby?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he said softly, sliding his hand down to your stomach. “I can’t imagine how adorable of a child you would make. Let’s start trying. Allie deserves a brother or sister.”

“Are you sure? We could wait until your student loan is paid off,” you said.

“Did I not tell you?” he asked. You shook your head and he smirked. “Work pays off my loan for me as long as I stay there.”

“Where’s the money in the budget for your loan going then?” you asked.

“It’s still student loan but it’s for Allie or kids to use. We got plenty and you got your raise and-”

“Raise? I didn’t get a raise.”

“Jensen said just the other night…oh I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” he said.

“I’m getting a raise?” you asked. 

“Yeah. Like a big one. For how you’ve been stepping up lately,” he said. “Don’t let it out that I said something.”

“I won’t. So we can afford another kid, we have the time, the energy, Allie’s a good age...sounds like we got our ducks in a row,” you said. 

“Wanna make a baby?” he smirked. “And then love it forever and ever?”

“Fuck yes I do,” you said. “Now get naked and let’s have some fun.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Six Weeks Later

“Want me to write down anything else for the grocery store?” asked TJ as you sipped on some coffee while Allie ate part of a waffle at the breakfast table. “I haven’t bought pads or tampons in a while. You’re probably running low.”

“Yeah, you can…” you said, staring at him. “I haven’t had my period TJ. I’m two weeks late.”

“I’ll get a pregnancy test,” he said, a cautious smile on his face.

“Yeah. I’ll call the doctor, see if I can get an appointment in soon,” you said.

“I’ll be back as quick as I can,” he said. 

“Momma, waffle,” asked Allie from her high seat, opening her hand up, her plate wiped clean.

“Sure thing, honey,” you said, TJ flashing you a quick smile before he was gone.

“Hey babe,” you said half an hour later into the phone. “You still at the store?”

“Heading for checkout now. Want me to pick up-”

“I just got my period,” you said. “Just now.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you said. “We can do the test to make sure, like triple make sure and I still have an appointment for the afternoon.”

“Okay,” he said, sounding a little off.

“We only tried that one night,” you said. “And we weren’t really even trying. We were having more fun with not using a condom for the first time than actively trying really.”

“True. We got a little carried away,” he said, his hand rubbing the back of his neck and his cheeks sporting a light blush if you had to guess. “Do you want to like, really try?”

You turned your head and saw Allie sticking some pads to herself where she sat on the bathroom floor and you smiled.

“For some crazy reason, yes, yes I do. Also, I need more pads. Allie’s playing with them,” you said.

“Alright. I’ll pick up something special for dinner,” he said. “Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

Three Months Later

“Another beer?” asked your dad as he stood up from your back patio. 

“I can get it,” you said, TJ handing you his empty, Allie passed out on his chest from where the three of you sat around the fire. “I want a snack anyways.”

You ruffled his head and wandered inside, your dad following you in to use the bathroom. You took out a beer and set it on the counter before you opened the freezer and pulled out a pint of ice cream.

“Someone’s got a sweet tooth lately,” he said. He took out a beer for himself and cracked it open, smiling at you. “Been awhile since I’ve seen you have a drink. Not that you did a lot but the empty calories line doesn’t seem so convincing at the moment considering the tub of cookie dough in your hand.”

“You think I’m pregnant?” you laughed. He shrugged and you shook your head. “No way. Just been trying to eat healthier. TJ ate most of this anyways.”

“You’re really not?” he asked.

“No. When’s mom and everybody come home again? Tomorrow? TJ and I wanted to have everybody over for dinner,” you said.

“Sounds good,” he said. You stuck your head around him, looking at TJ outside. “What’s up?”

“Okay I kinda want your opinion on something. I got a present for TJ’s birthday but I’m not sure if he’ll like it,” you said.

“What is it?” he asked. You left and ducked into your office, smiling to yourself but wiping it off your face by the time you returned. You held out a box to him, your dad opening it up. He looked confused as he held up a pair of blue sneakers. 

Very small blue sneakers.

It took him a second but soon he was staring at you, a funny look on his face you remembered seeing on your wedding day.

“Liar,” he grinned.

“I know,” you said, getting a big hug from him. 

“You’re gonna have a little boy,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“That’s what the sonogram said. You’re the first person we’ve told. We wanted to wait a few months to make sure everything was okay before we said something.”

“How far along are you?” he asked as he peeled away, staring at your stomach.

“About three months. We found out the sex earlier this week,” you said. “You can touch, it’s okay.”

“I didn’t realize you guys were trying,” he said. He put a careful hand on your stomach, smiling to himself. “You made a baby.”

“We wanted Allie’s sibling to be close in age. We only like actually tried once. We were kind of surprised it happened so fast,” you said.

“Does it feel any different than Allie? It’s not like you’re a parent for the first time again but I imagine it’s got to be a little different,” he said, pulling his hand away.

“Obviously this time I’m actually going to be the one having him but I don’t know, it doesn’t feel that different.”

“Good,” he said, smiling still. “These two are gonna grow up and not even think about who was adopted and who wasn’t.”

“TJ thinks he’s gonna have his black hair.”

“He could. Boys are a spitting image of their fathers sometimes,” he said. “A little boy. He’s gonna grow up just fine with you and TJ.”

“Do you have any advice for boys?” you asked.

“Love him the same as you love Allie. Teach him boys can love and cry and feel their feelings and to help others and he’ll turn out to be just as good a man as TJ.”

“You’re not half bad either,” you said with a smirk.

“I could have been better, especially when I was younger.”

“Dad, you were shy. Mom’s told me stories. You’ve always been good. I know you feel stuff, you just like to process it inside and on your own sometimes, like me. Look at Zepp. What other boy do you know that talks to his dad about stuff the way you guys do?”

“Oh I could name a few,” he said.

“You’re doing good is all I’m saying cause you’re good. We just hope he’s kind and good too,” you said.

“Love ‘em and the rest of it pretty much works out on its own,” he said. “Oh. Changing diapers? Cover them at all times. Like every single time. You’re gonna get pissed on a lot more with a boy, especially in the face.”

“Oh god, dad,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Just being honest,” he chuckled. “Not much difference though.”

“As long as he’s happy, I’m good,” you said. “Are you...surprised? Happy? None of the above?”

“You are a kickass mom. I can’t quite describe it but yeah, let’s just say I’m happy,” he said. “I’m so happy for you both and to have another munchkin around. I’m proud of you, kiddo.”

“Thanks,” you said. “Second one should be easier, right?”

“Should. It’s your first time pregnant though. I’m sure we’re gonna run into some fun things for sure.”

Five Months Later

“Hey dad,” you said, giving him a wave in the parking lot. He smiled and you walked over before you headed off into the park with him. 

“How’s work going?” he asked. “All ready to go out next week?”

“You know most people don’t take the month off before their due date,” you said.

“Most people don’t work for mom and dad,” he chuckled. “You’re covered. I see you back at that brewery for anything more than a beer run and we’re gonna have problems.”

“I know, grumpy. I’m good. Well, I was until I was driving over here to walk and my stomach started killing me,” you said. He stopped and you walked ahead of him. “What? You forget your phone or something? We can-”

“Fucking shit,” he said. He grabbed you and you made a face as he walked you quickly back over to his car. 

“Dad, what-”

“There’s blood dripping down your leg,” he said, not even bothering with his seat belt before he was backing out and speeding away. You glanced down, a small thin streak drying on your skin. You reached under your shorts and felt more wetness, a pit forming in your stomach. “Y/N, are you listening to me?”

“What?” you said as he ran through a red light.

“I said you need to call TJ right now and tell him to meet us at County West. You’re having the baby right now.”

“S’not supposed to be bleeding,” you said quietly. 

“I know. On the bright side, it could just be a little tear and that’s what it is and you and the baby are perfectly fine.”

“When has my life ever been on the fucking bright side,” you said. “Something’s wrong isn’t it.”

Your dad hit a few buttons on the wheel before the sound of ringing filled the air.

“Sup, Jensen?” said TJ.

“County West. The baby is coming. Move your ass now,” said your dad before he hung up.

“Oh, I’m completely not worried now,” you said. You shut your eyes and by the time you opened them, you were parked and the drivers door was open. Your dad ran over to the entrance and said something, somebody coming out with a stretcher. You rolled your eyes but let a few nurses and a doctor you were guessing move you on top of it.

“How far along?” asked the doctor.

“I’m-” you said, throwing your head back when pain shot across your abdomen. You screamed, a bit surprised at yourself honestly and suddenly were inside, your dad talking a mile a minute to the people that were rushing you down the hall.

“Y/N, I’m Dr. Astle. Are you having contractions?” she asked.

“I don’t…” you said, shouting again when pain hit you. “Gah, it’s not supposed to hurt that bad, right?”

“No, it’s not,” she said. You kicked when you felt it happening again, your dad grabbing your hand and using his other to run over your head. 

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “The doctor’s are gonna fix you and the baby up like that.”

“We need to do an emergency C-section,” said Dr. Astle as you realized your shorts had been cut off.

“Dad don’t look that way,” you said.

“You and me right here,” he said with a smile. “You’ll be fine. You’ll be just fine. Just breathe.”

“TJ needs to be here,” you said. 

“Tall munchkin I don’t think they can wait,” he said.

“They’re gonna wait over my-” you said, a flop of sweaty black hair running past the room. “TJ!”

“Hey!” he said as he jogged back to the doorway. “Are-holy shit. That’s a lot of blood.”

“TJ, up here,” said your dad. 

“We need somebody from maternity, Dr. Astle,” said a nurse.

“Baby and mom do not have the time. You’re the husband?” asked the doctor, TJ nodding. “If mom passes out, you’re calling the shots.”

“Please don’t pass out,” said TJ.

“I’ll try…” you said, something tearing inside and you were out before you could even register the pain.

You woke up in a quiet room, your dad sitting in a chair and bouncing his leg like crazy. You tried to stretch and felt your abdomen was flatter, hand instantly shooting to it. You looked around but saw no sign of TJ or a baby and swallowed.

“Dad,” you said quietly. His head shot up and he was out of his chair like that. 

“Hey. How you feeling?” he asked.

“Is the baby…” you swallowed.

“He is a perfectly healthy boy. Big boy. Your due date was off by a couple weeks they think. You were over nine months. He got a little too big for ya. The placenta started to tear and he was kicking at it they think which is why you were in so much pain,” he said.

“Okay,” you said with a big smile. “As long as he’s good, I’m good.”

“He’s up in the nursery with TJ, just letting him get some rest while you got some. You had some pain but you’re okay. Perfectly capable of more kids. Maybe we use a different doctor next time is all,” he said.

“Can I go see him?” you asked, surprised to not feel a bandage across your stomach. “I thought they did a C-section?”

“Well, you passed out pushing him out in one go. Doc said you’d be sore for awhile,” he said. “Let me go see if I can find your boys.”

“Dad,” you said as he turned to go. “Did I do that?”

You nodded to his bruised hand and he shrugged.

“Let’s just say in labor you is kind of terrifying,” he said. 

“Dad,” you said and he sat on the edge of the bed. “Thank you. I was freaking out before.”

“Little secret, I was freaking out more,” he said with a chuckle. “You, you were just thinking about the baby. Me, me I was thinking about the baby and you. Understand?”

“Yeah. Go get me my son, old timer,” you said, shutting your eyes again.

“Yes mam,” he said, rubbing your arm. “You did real good today, kiddo.”

“I’m getting a letter later, aren’t I,” you said. He laughed and felt him ruffle your hair.

“I’ll save it for when you guys head home. Nothing’s gonna top this,” he said. You heard the door open and opened your eyes, TJ walking inside with a bundle of blankets in his arms.

“You’re kind of a badass, you know that right?” he said.

“It’s why you married me, isn’t it?” you teased. “I want to meet him.”

“I told you I’d bring you back around to see mommy,” he said. Your dad slipped out as TJ sat on the edge of the bed and handed you over your son. You giggled when you saw the black head of hair under his blue cap. “Told you he’d have my hair.”

“It’s a good thing your daddy is pretty,” you said, booping his little nose. “How’d you get here so fast?”

“I was at work. I took the stairs and then sprinted over. The hospital’s only a few blocks away,” he said.

“Why are you in scrubs?” you laughed.

“May or may not have ripped my pants in the said sprinting. Your mom is gonna bring me some clothes when she comes up. Somebody had to go and be all dramatic with his entrance,” he said.

“Dad said the doctor got my due date wrong,” you said.

“Based on my math, you actually did get pregnant that first night we fooled around. Your period was super light when you had it and the doctor did say some people can have them during pregnancy, especially at the beginning if…”

“Dude. I know how it works,” you said. “He’s cute.”

“I know. There’s a couple of really ugly babies down the hall. We got lucky,” he said. You laughed and the baby looked up at you, quickly shutting his eyes. “Someone’s smitten.”

“He’s not the only one,” you said. “You ever decide on a boy’s name?”

“What do you think about Colin? I know it wasn’t on the list but-”

“It’s perfect,” you said, giving the baby a kiss. “Just like you, aren’t you Colin.”

One Week Later

“Dad,” you said when you caught him peeking over the back of the couch again. “He didn’t wake up in the span of the last three seconds you weren’t looking at him.”

“Your father’s in love,” laughed your mom as she set a bag of takeout down in front of you. “I got tacos, burritos, quesadillas, nachos and brisket per your request.”

“Mmm,” you said, TJ reaching his hand into the bag. You stared up at him and he slowly backed away. “That’s what I thought.”

“TJ, yours is in with the other containers,” she said, setting a few containers down on the counter. Your siblings all grabbed one and took off to the movie room, JJ taking Allie up with them and your mom and TJ wandering into the kitchen and talking quietly. Your dad was still looking over the back of the couch and smiling down into the crib. 

“He awake?” you asked.

“No. Just adorable,” he said. 

“Well get dinner grandpa,” you said, reaching over to the end table for your drink and pausing. You shut your eyes and felt it pass, your dad suddenly right there and helping you to your feet. “Thanks.”

“Still sore?”

“Oh yeah,” you said. You sat up at the counter, grabbing a taco first and taking a big bite. “I’ve been dying for one of these for months.”

“Hopefully the spice doesn’t bother you too much,” he said, stealing a nacho from your bag. He looked over at the crib, Colin making a half-giggle sound. “Kiddo. Do me a favor.”

“What?” you asked.

“Enjoy it. They grow up faster than you think,” he said.

“I know,” you said. He nodded and you saw him look sad for a split second. “Dad?”

“Hm?”

“Just cause I made a baby doesn’t mean I’m not your kid anymore,” you said. “Based on how you are, I’ll never grow up so win-win for you.”

“Loser,” he said, ruffling your hair with a smile before he took your burrito. “Speaking of which, I was gonna prank the trio once they start watching scary movies later. You in?”

“Duh,” you said.

“That’s my girl.”

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A/N: Read the Jensen’s Day timestamp here!

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[mollymauk-teafleak]

Very Okay

I was consumed with the urge to write some domestic smut so here's some soft dads Widomauk just banging it out at the end of a long week. Huge thanks to my wonderful enablers @spiky-lesbian and @minky-for-short

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“...and then Una said next week she’s swimming for her Level 2 badge and she’s a little nervous, she’s got to go a whole lap. She’ll be fine, of course, but she has that whole thing about putting her head underwater so we need to make sure we keep an eye on her.”

Molly nodded, shifting so his tail wasn’t trapped under his leg, “She’ll do a wonderful job, she goes through the water like a shark. Literally, with the teeth…”

“And Trinket needs a costume put together, it’s World Book Day on Friday and apparently preschool kids have Fairy Tales as their theme? So I was thinking we could just swipe something from when your theatre group did Midsummer Night’s Dream. It’s a little short notice and I thought that would save you having to sew something new.”

“Yeah, he loves messing around back there anyway,” Molly nodded, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear, trying to angle his chest forward, “So, um…”

“Oh!” Caleb’s finger shot into the air, sending a wave of water over the edge of the tub, “Before I forget! I have to take the kittens to get their vaccinations at the vets tomorrow so if you could watch the bookstore for me, that would be such a huge help.”

“Of course baby, I can do that, but don’t you think we should maybe-”

“Thank you! I promise I’ll be super quick, I have this thing at the Academy, apparently professors are supposed to go to parties? That wasn’t on the job description-”

“Caleb,” Molly couldn’t help himself, reaching up and taking hold of his husband’s face, doing his absolute best not to laugh, “Listen, I love catching up with you but this is our date night and you were kind of about to start fucking me and it seems we’ve stalled a little? If we could get back on that, it would be great.”

Caleb took a few long, slow blinks, his eyes then travelling around him like he was only just noticing the fact that he was sharing a bathtub, naked, pressed up against his equally naked husband. Or rather, remembering that he was, it seemed like he’d been pretty into the idea when he’d been tearing Mollymauk’s clothes off and tipping him into the water.

“Oh,” his face flushed so quickly it can’t have had anything to do with the heat of the water, “I’m killing the mood, aren’t I?”

That was all of Molly’s available composure, he snorted as laughter tore it’s way out of his chest, sending his head knocking back against the rim of the tub. After a few moments, Caleb started giggling too, helplessly putting his hands over his face.

“I mean, it started well,” Molly cackled, hugging his arms around himself, as it happened sharing a tub between two people didn’t leave much water to cover you, “Y’know, growling that you were going to touch me until I screamed, that was a real good start to date night? It only went South when you started coordinating our schedules…”

Caleb groaned, tilting forward until he was resting his head on Molly’s shoulder, strands of hair falling out of his bun and drinking the water, “Sorry...There was just one thing I wanted to tell you and then it kept going.”

“It’s alright,” Molly chuckled, still cradling his head, pressing his lips to his head, “I do feel like we’ve hardly talked this week.”

“That’s just it!” Caleb sighed, melting a little in his husband’s arms, gingerly letting him take his weight, “Between the store and now me being an associate professor and you doing tech week, I feel like I only see you when I bump into you in the hallway.”

Molly had to admit he was right. Of course he was endlessly proud of his husband, the fact that he’d had the courage to even step over the threshold of the Soltryce Academy after everything he’d been through there, let alone accept a job and try and make the place better, was incredible. Making this huge step in his recovery all while maintaining the little bookstore he’d been running for the last few years, coming home tired and smiling every day, satisfied and certain of his place in the world. It was everything Molly had wanted for him.

But he couldn’t lie, he was starting to miss him.

Mollymauk smiled softly as he traced his fingers through his hair, “Well, I’m kind of glad it’s not just me who was thinking that...that’s kind of why I asked if we could make tonight a date night.”

Molly felt Caleb deflate a little in his arms, “And I turned it into some kind of press conference. I’m sorry, Mollymauk.”

Starting to purr, the tiefling’s tail found its way around Caleb’s leg, squeezing like some kind of comforting snake, “I’ll hear no apologies from you, Mr Caleb. What I wanted was to spend time with you and that’s what I’ve got. Minus clothes too, which is a nice bonus.”

Caleb made a soft, decisive noise, pulling himself back up, bracing his hands on the rim of the bath either side of Molly’s head.

“But if I went back to that whole ‘touch you until you scream’ thing? Would that be alright?” his smile turned crooked.

Molly unsuccessfully suppressed an undignified squeak of mixed shock and arousal, his smile flaring into a full blown grin.

“Oh that would be pretty okay too, yeah.”

Caleb gave one of those rough, rumbling laughs that Molly loved so much, the ones that only came out when Molly knew he was about to become the sole focus of Caleb’s not inconsiderable attention, when the brain that normally went in ten different directions and most of those on other planes of reality, was about to zero in on him and him alone.

Molly yelped as he felt surprisingly strong arms slide under him and lift him out of the water, sending rain pattering down from their bodies.

“Babe!” Molly locked his arms around his shoulders like a vice, “This is romantic and all but you’ve got skinny noodle arms!”

“Charming,” Caleb snorted, “You don’t weigh all that much, Liebling. I won’t drop you.”

Before Molly could properly address his doubt about that- he’d once watched his husband struggle for twenty minutes to open a jar of peanut butter that wasn’t even new- they were moving, water scattering generously along the hallway. Apparently lifting books all day was better for your upper body strength than Mollymauk had realised because, true to his word, Molly wasn’t dropped until he was tumbled into bed, Caleb following pretty soon after.

Eagerly he dragged him closer, pressing their lips together, barely letting a heartbeat pass before he slid his tongue across Caleb’s. He hiked his legs up around his husband’s waist like he was anchoring him there, like any bare inch between their bodies was just unbearable. Caleb’s hands felt like they were everywhere, so much so that Molly wasn’t convinced there wasn’t magic involved. Just the warm, roughened touch of his broad hands sliding across his shoulders, following the curve of his spine to press their bodies closer, kneading the softness of his thighs. Everywhere he needed him, Caleb was there and still it didn’t feel like enough.

Almost the exact moment he had that thought, he was turning, rolling, until suddenly he was on top and Caleb was grinning wickedly up at him, his normally bright blue eyes dark with want.

“Want to ride my tongue, Liebling?” he purred roughly, knowing the answer full well but still wanting to hear him say it.

Molly obliged him, whimpering, “Oh fuck yes.”

It wasn’t that people would look at Mollymauk and expect him to always prefer the dominant role in bed, he was well aware of the vibes he gave off and cultivated them carefully (though if anyone were to let their gaze linger more closely they’d notice the two fingernails on his right hand kept deliberately short). It was more that they would notice Caleb, hiding behind his hair and hunching his shoulders and never speaking above a low murmur and never imagine him as the kind of person to take control. Of anything really, let alone someone like Molly. He didn’t look like he could command a one person canoe in a swimming pool.

How little they knew.

Molly gripped the headboard so hard that the nails he did keep long and wickedly sharp bit into the wood, levering himself up a little, bracketing Caleb’s head with his knees. He hovered at first, even as his thighs trembled with anticipation, with the intense sensation of those eyes examining him meticulously. Suddenly he was incredibly aware of how wet he was, conscious of every bead of slick, every pulse of heat through him, the stiffness of his cock.

No one would look at Caleb and see a man capable of nearly making his husband come from eyes alone.

“So cruel of me to make you wait,” Caleb’s voice was a rumble in his chest, “And yet you look so beautiful when you’re desperate…”

“Caleb,” Molly whined, teeth gritted, the lightest brush of his husband’s breath enough to make him beg shamelessly, “Please.”

“My apologies,” Caleb’s accent got noticeably thicker when he was turned on, like the part of his brain usually keeping him in Common was slipping. Or perhaps he just knew it drove Molly wild, “Just admiring…”

He took hold of Molly’s thighs and pulled him down, until Molly felt the rough scrape of his beard against his flesh, the contact after so long waiting wrenching a soft cry from him. Then he felt his wizard’s lips part, his tongue, warmer, trace a teasing path between the valley of him and the cry became a throaty moan. He couldn’t help it, almost immediately he was rocking his hips, seeking more, every nerve ending screaming for it.

Caleb tapped his thigh smartly, half in warning that he hadn’t given permission, half in warning that- while drowning in him would be a rather pleasant way to go- he’d prefer not to go at all if the option was there. Molly forced himself to still, even as it made him ache between the legs, tipping his head back and taking deep, desperate gulps of air.

Back in control, Caleb rewarded him with broad, generous strokes of his tongue, keeping it flat so Molly felt every inch of it. He took his cock in his mouth, rolling it around his tongue, scraping lightly with his teeth, kissing and lapping and sucking like he was eating some fruit. Finally, he found his entrance, probing gently and then far less gently, pulling him close so he could plunge deeper.

Molly was as vocal as ever, clinging to the headboard for dear life, tail stiff and straight in the air. He’d learned, he kept his hips still but there was no need, Caleb was in control. He rocked him back and forth, using every ounce of this surprising strength, giving Mollymauk everything he needed, leaving him nothing left to take.

Molly’s frantic, formless moans and screams haphazardly threw themselves into something close to words, “Caleb, I...oh fuck, baby, I’m...gonna…”

Through the haze of it all, he felt two quick taps on his thigh, Caleb’s affirmative answer. His signal that it was okay to fall, that Caleb would catch him.

And so he did. A last scream tearing its way from his raw throat, Molly’s shoulders locked and his chin hit his chest as it all rolled through him, as it lit him up from the inside out. He couldn’t have said how long it lasted, only that when it was done with him he felt as exhausted as he ever had. Enough that when he started to sway too hard and fell, he didn’t have the strength to catch himself.

But Caleb did. Moving quickly, he sat up and wrapped his arms around his husband, snagging him before he could tumble off the bed.

“Easy there…” he panted, grinning.

Molly’s eyelids felt leaden but he couldn’t bear not to look at Caleb right now, smiling wonkily back and leaning into his embrace, “You are fucking magical.”

Caleb giggled, gently laying him down against the pillows, curling on his side beside him. The lower half of his face was shining in the low light, his smile soft and shy and sweet again. Molly reached up and laid a gentle hand on his cheek, like he was worried he would disappear if he didn’t.

Caleb caught his wrist, turning his head and pressing a kiss to his palm, “I’m right here, Liebling. I’m right here.”

Molly exhaled in gentle relief, his eyes slowly gaining focus, “You...lie next to me. Tell me everything you want to tell me, all about your day, all about...everything. I just want to listen to you. And then when my brain puts itself together it's your turn. Okay?”

Caleb nodded, eyes wide and eager and loving, “Very okay.”

#widomauk #modern au #critical role #smut #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #trans mollymauk

[twinkleimagines]

✨The big fight✨

Summary- you and Tom have a really bad fight the day before he leaves to film spider-man 3. He’ll be away for months before he comes back home and neither of you are sure the relationship will last.

⚠️⭕️ Smut and language ! 

( I didn’t double check this so excuse any misspellings )

“What the hell is this?” You hear your boyfriend of a year and a half yell from across the bedroom.

“What?” You yell back , not looking up from your phone while you’re laying across Toms couch.

“ my clothes are soaking wet and I have to leave for the airport in 30 minutes ! “ he yelled back walking into the living room with a handful of wet clothes.

“ why are you yelling at me for it?” You asked, getting an attitude because of his tone . 

“ because I asked you one simple thing!” He said throwing his hands up. “ I said please put my clothes in the dryer while I shower so I can just put them in my suitcase when I get out “ he said with frustration.

“ uhm you have a closet full of clothes chill out I’m sorry I forgot” you said shrugging your shoulders , going back to your phone .

     “ that’s not the point Y/N you never do anything around here and when I ask you to you still can’t get up and do it!” He yelled with frustration before walking back into the laundry room. You sat for a second, replaying what he had just said in your head. He knew that you had issues with some fans calling you a gold digger, claiming you were lazy and lived off of Tom for his money. He always reassured you that it wasn’t the case and he didn’t feel that way towards you, but now that he had made those comments you couldn’t be too sure anymore.

“ so what the hell is that suppose to mean?” You questioned walking into laundry room. You stood propped up against the wall while he starts the dryer waiting for his response.

“ what are you talking about? “ he snapped before brushing past you to the bathroom , packing more essentials.

“ I do nothing around here? “ you replied, referring to what he had just previously stated. He stopped for a second questioning what he was going to say next . You both were too pissed to just apologize and let your pride go so you knew this fight was about to get ugly .

" I mean I’m always on the go, always working whether it’s filming , interviews or something and I don’t ask you for much but I asked you to do this one thing and you couldn’t even do that.” He said looking at you with disappointment before walking past you again into the bedroom. You watched him pick a black t shirt out , putting it over his head.

“ yanno I may not be some rich famous actor but I pull my part as much as possible . I’m going to school, I do the online customer service job, anytime you need me to help you book something , or figure up your schedule- I do it. When you’re home I Cook for you, I clean for you, I do anything you ask me too. So I am sorry if I fucking forget to wash your damn clothes one time” you stated before walking out of the room straight into the bathroom. 

“Y/n” he said following you.

“ just leave me alone” you said as you sat down on the side of the tub, crying into your hands.

“ love let me in.. I’m sorry okay “ he said turning the knob some. “ i’ve just been stressed out and I don’t want to leave you. I have so much to get done and so little time that sometimes I get overwhelmed and I didn’t mean to snap on you” he sighed heavily , leaning his head against the door. “. And darling you are right I have plenty of clean clothes in the closet” 

“ no Tom I’m so tired of people talking down on me like I am some horrible gold digging girlfriend. “ you said looking at the door. “You were supposed to be on my side” you cried out, your voice cracking with every other word. 

Tom sighed heavily, laying his head against the door. “I am on your side love, I am just stressed out” he assured. “ please let me in I have to leave now”. He said turning on the door knob again. You knew you’d regret saying this but you did it anyways.

“ just go” you said lowly.

“ what?” He asked in disbelief.

“ go Tom!” You yelled out before crying into your hands again.

Tom looked at his watch and realized he was now running late.

“ I love you” he said , pausing for a response before walking back towards the living room and grabbing his stuff. You sat for a second , question if you made the right choice or not.

Of course not. You quickly ran to your shared bedroom and tossed on one of Toms t-shirts and a pair of joggers grabbing your phone. You grabbed the keys and ran outside only to see that Tom and his ride had already left . You tried calling him to tell him to wait but his phone went straight to voicemail.

“ shit!” You said out loud while you ran to the garage , getting into your car. Your nerves were shot.

“ what were you thinking y/n?” You yelled out hitting the steering wheel. His plan was set to leave in 15 minutes but you were about 8 minutes away. By the time you got there you left your car with the door open , running inside frantically searching for him. You were starting to panick. The place was so big you honestly didn’t have a clue where to look.

But then you saw him. In the security line . He looked upset but still managed to smile for the security guard while they scanned his bags. You quickly ran towards him about to call out his name when a guard grabbed your arm pulling you back.

“ ma’am !” He said stopping you dead in your tracks. “ ma’am you can’t just run around here where is your ticket ? What plane are you going to? Have you gone through security?” It seemed like his questions were just jumbling together as you tried your best to keep your eye on Tom.

“ n-no I don’t have a ticket sir I’m just trying to say goodbye to my boyfriend” you said looking back and forth between Tom and the guard.

“ okay I understand that but you have to go through security first to get to that section ma’am “ he said before swaying his wand around your body frame. You watched Tom grabbing his stuff off of the belt and you realized you were running out of time . You went to go towards him when the guards wand started beeping. You looked down in Toms pocket of his joggers .

“ sorry it’s just loose change” you said while pulling it out and showing him. He nodded and pointed ahead.

“ okay you can go” he said. You started to head towards Tom but when you looked he was no where to be found. Your heart dropped . You quickly ran that way towards the hallway leading towards the plane , you could see the back of his head and some of his security has he walked down the hallway.

“ TOM! TOM!!!” You yelled, trying to get his attention. But then you realized there were too many fans screaming his name for him to pin point you out. your shoulders dropped as you realized you weren’t going to be able to tell him goodbye.

The whole walk out you had your head lowered, tears falling.

‘ i really screwed this one up ‘ you said to yourself as you drove back home in silence. It always felt empty going home and knowing he wouldn’t be there, but it was so much worse when you didn’t even get to tell him bye. It was an empty feeling that just wouldn’t go away.

It had been a whole whopping week since Tom had left, and you hadn’t heard a peep from him. He had posted one time to his Instagram story saying the plane had landed in LA but that was it. Nothing. No posts , no calls no texts.

Was the relationship really over? Did your pride and ego ruin the best thing that had ever happened to you ? You sat on your shared bed contemplating on what was your next move. Do you pack and leave ? Do you just wait? Or do you chase him? All night long you thought about the pros and cons but you finally decided .

You managed to get in touch with his friend and other cast member , Jacob Batalon.

“ hello?” He answered .

“ hey Jacob it’s y/n!” You said excitedly that he answer.

“ oh hey what’s up ? Everything okay?” He asked.

“ yeah ! I’m sorry to bother you but me and Tom had an argument before he left and I wanted to surprise him and show up to really apologize for how I acted” you explained.

“ ohhhh” he said. “ so that’s what’s wrong with him, yeah that makes sense.” He said with a chuckle following behind.

“ what do you mean? Is he okay?” You questioned fearfully.

“ yeah I mean he just been pouting the whole week we’ve been here like he stays in his trailer unless we’re working. Everyone knew something was wrong but we didn’t know why. But yeah you needing a spot to come to?” He asked

“ yeah yeah! And please don’t tell him I really want to surprise him okay” you pleaded.

“ oh yeah no I won’t say anything ! I’ll send you an address!” He said before y’all said your goodbyes.

You had just gotten of the air plane in LA, a weeks worth of clothes in your suitcase. You were hoping things would go good so you could stay in a hotel near by so you had brought it just in case . You quickly covered yourself up, sunglasses , a wig and baggy clothes so no one would recognize you. It is after all LA and a bunch of Toms fans knew who you were. You quickly sent Jacob a text letting him know you landed.

“Okay you have about an hour and a half window to get here before he’s back in his trailer”

You quickly got a ride over to the filming spot where you met Jacob at the entrance . He pointed you in the direction to Toms trailer before going back to the stage buildings before anyone came looking for him. You had made it inside and instantly smiled. It smelt like Tom. You quickly undressed, and pulled out a black laced lingerie set. The top had padding, making your breast really stand out, lace strings crossing your stomach, down to lacked thongs, really making your butt look plump. The last thing was the high knee stockings you put on. At first you wanted him to walk in and see you with just your lingerie set on but then you decided if he had in fact broken up with you it would be really awkward to be standing there half naked. You decided to find Tom’s robe and put it on while you waited. You looked in the mirror in the trailer fixing your hair down and touching up your make up while you continuously checked your phone to see the time. And sure enough right within the hour and a half mark you heard the familiar ding from your phone indicating someone had messaged. Jacob had message to inform you that the filming was over for that day and that Tom would probably be on his way over. You started to feel butterflies forming in your stomach as you sat down in one of his chairs, crossing your leg over , trying to look as good as possible. You started to hear Toms voice but then you heard a female giggling. your stomach dropped. Who the hell is he with?

You sat up straight as you heard Tom turning the door knob before he walked in , a short blonde following behind him. He was looking back at her while walking in so he hadn’t noticed you sitting there.

“ uhm who’s that?” She piped up when she saw you staring at her glaring. You had never seen Tom turn his head so fast , his eyes landing directly on you.

“ y/n??” He said with half excitement and half shock. “ w-what are you doing here?” He asked stepping towards you still in shock.

“ looks like I’m leaving you said while standing up, picking up your bag. “ looks like you’ve got all the entertainment you need here” you remarked, pointing towards the girl.

“ what?” He asked in confusion looking back at the girl. “ wait no !” He said grabbing your arm as you tried to pass by him. “ we were just going to rehearse lines because we’re shooting the scenes with her in it tomorrow” he exclaimed. He sounded sincere but it also sounded like the perfect excuse.

“ good one Tom” you responded, glaring at him while tugging your arm back from him.

“ what is wrong with you? “ he snaps, stopping you in your tracks. The girl quickly ran out of the trailer, not wanting any sort of drama. “ first you force me to leave without an I love your or anything, you go a whole week without talking to me and then you show up to my job and accuse me of cheating !” He exclaimed in disbelief.

You sat back for a second. How dare he turn the tables on you.

“ this is not on me Tom! I sat at home alone every day waiting for you to call or something and you couldn’t even send me a single text message! And I came here to apologize and waited almost 2 hours in this trailer just for you to show up with another woman! “ you yelled back. You hadn’t realized in all this arguing , part of Toms robe had slid down your shoulder, revealing part of your laced see through lingerie . Toms eyes gazed over your perky nipples as your breathing was heavy from the adrenaline.

He took a step closer to you , looking into your eyes. “ I would never cheat on you” he said , his voice a lot lower than before. “ you’re my world and I was just trying to give you the space I thought you wanted” he said taking steps even closer to you. At this point you were only inches apart, you could smell his cologne and sweat all in one from working. You started to feel tingles shooting through your body.

“ give me space?” You questioned, trying to remain tough. “ I-I never wanted a weeks worth I mean cmon what kind of logic is that “ you chuckled trying to hide what Tom was so effortlessly doing to you. “ and I mean still what if I was dead or something and you’d just be shaking it up with some other gir-“ you were immediately cut off by Toms lips pressing against yours. You moaned unexpectedly, your body craving his touch more than you had realized.

“ just shut up already” he whispered before kissing you again, this time more rough. He nibbled on your bottom lip until you opened your lips, giving him access to kids you harder. Your tongues went back and forth while his hands pushed the robe completely off .

“Wow” he said while taking a step back, admiring your body.

“What?” You questioned. Slowly pulling your arms around yourself.

“ you’re just.. wow you’re just so beautiful “ he exclaimed before pulling you back in another kiss. You started walking back towards the chair that you were previously sitting on, pushing down on his shoulders making him sit down. His hand slid around your waist while you sat down on his lap, feeling his budge press against you.

“ I just missed you so much and I wanted to make it up to you for how I acted back at the house”. You said while kissing down his jaw line to his collar bone . 

“ oh yeah?” He asked, “ how so?” You grinned while removing his belt from the belt buckle .

“Lemme show you “ you suggested while pulling his shaft out . You felt him pulsating in your hands, jumping at the slightest touch. You pumped him a few times before wrapping your lips around the tip, rolling your tongue against it. You heard him suck in air through his teeth, making a hissing noise as you slip your mouth down further. You continued to move your hand up and down him while your head followed, squeezing as you went to the top.

“ fuck” he murmured holding tightly against the arm rail with one hand , the other squeezing against your head. You pushed yourself down further and further until you felt yourself gag, your throat clenching around him. He let out a long deep groan throwing his head back. He started lifting his hips , thrusting into your mouth as you bopped your head down. You could tell he was getting close by his heavy breathing and right squeezing against your hair so you sat up wiping at the crease of your mouth. You stared at him while you slowing un clipped your bra , slowly pulling it off of your arms before tossing it to the side. You looked down at his cock, watching it jump , needing some release. You grinned, enjoying the sight unfolding before you.

You turned around slowly before pressing your thumbs under the lining of your underwear, slowly lowering down to your ankles. You looked around you a little to see Tom pumping himself at this point while staring at your bare behind. You quickly sat up, shaking your head.

“ nuh-uh” you said while flicking your tongue. “ I do all the work tonight” you said while grinning, removing his hand off himself. You pulled his pants and boxers further down to his ankles before climbing back on top of him, this time letting him slide into you slowly. You threw your head back while moaning as you felt him all the way in you.

“ I love you” you whispered before kissing him, grinding your hips on him in back and forth motions. You leaned your head back again, one hand on top of his that laid on the arm rest, and the other squeezing your breast while riding him. His other hand was wrapped around your waist, pushing on your hips trying to get himself as deep as possible inside of you.

“ fuck baby” he moaned his eyebrows furrowed together watching your breast bouncing with each thrust you did. You felt you itself getting closer so you place your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up and down him faster. Your moans became so loud you knew somebody had to have heard you but at the moment you didn’t care .

You pulled his head in towards your breasts, while you grinded fast and hard against him, sweat beading down the side of your face.

“ I’m almost- I’m almost there” you moaned out as you looked down , watching him put his mouth around your nipple , swirling his tongue in circles. You felt the climax hit, letting out almost a squeal from feeling so good.

Tom quickly grabbed onto your hips pounding up into you filling you with his cum. You slowly rode out your climax with yo legs trembling before laying your head down in the crease of his neck.

“ you’re going to have to surprise me more often” Tom said laughing while you tried to catch your breath.

“ no shit” you responded laughing before attempting to climb off.

“ oh god” you said your legs wobbling.

“ you okay?l he asked as you flopped back down onto him.

“ I can’t stand up” you laughed, “ my legs are shaking to much” . He started laughing before kicking his pants all the way off, and picking you up, taking you back toward the bed in the back of the trailer.

“ so, how long do I have you for?” He asked laying down next to you, running his finger tips down your stomach.

“ all week baby, but next round you’re on top” you exclaimed while closing your eyes, grinning from ear to ear.

“ anything for you love”

#tom holland smut #tom holland fanfiction #smut #tom holland #Tom Holland smut fan fiction

[maxineswritingcenter]

You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 10

Congratulations! You have reached the second part of my remastered Derek Hale fic. We have made it to the second “book” in the series of 3. 

After Derek becomes the new alpha, things begin to change in the small town of Beacon Hills and (Y/N) is not sure if Derek is the same person she remembers.

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I woke up slowly in my bed, not remembering how I got there. Did last night really happen? Slipping out of bed, I slowly made my way into the bathroom. My eyes looked normal. I opened my mouth, inspecting my teeth- they were normal too. I slowly lifted my shirt, looking over my stomach, lighting brushing my fingertips over the pink scars that followed the path that Peter’s claws took. And as my fingers passed over, the scar disappeared. I gasped, then shrieked when a hand held my shoulder. 

Uncle Noah pulled his hand away, raising them both in surrender, “Woah, sorry. I thought you heard me. You okay, is there something on your stomach?” I dropped my shirt. 

“Oh, no.” I lied, “I just thought there was a bug bite but it was just a mole.” 

He nodded, “Right. And uh, where were you yesterday? You were gone all day, didn’t come back until early this morning.” 

Memories of last night came back. Derek had laid me down to rest in the Hale house while he bit Jackson. Or at least that’s what I overheard. He must have brought me home.

“I was visiting a friend in town, and fell asleep at her place.” I looked down, my shoulders slumping. He looked so concerned, so worried. He had enough to be worried about as it is. 

“I’m really sorry, Uncle Noah.” He waved and shook his head. 

“It’s alright, you’re an adult. Just text me back next time.” 

“Got it.”

-

The next week had been strange enough. I was getting used to all the things Scott had described before - better hearing, better smell, running was a breeze and the strength…It felt pretty good being able to lift up the couch to get a remote from underneath it. The only problem was making sure it dropped in time before Uncle Noah came into the room. 

The only thing that disturbed me about this entire time was that I hadn’t seen Derek since he became an alpha. And I guess… What was I to expect? We weren’t dating. But what we did have was more than dating. But did he even see what we had as romantic? How embarrassing would that be if he saw everything as purely platonic. Was I not being forward enough? I thought my cheek kisses gave it away. Derek said a connection like ours could form from a mating ritual and mating meant love and I hate the fact that it’s called mating and I never want to use that term again. I’m calling it a love ritual, screw tradition. 

I was breaking tradition anyway. I was a whole ass alpha who skipped the beta step. I skipped being a werewolf until now. Were my chakras not aligned until then? Was all the pain I went through over the last few months the reason that everything finally clicked. Maybe Deaton would know something? Apparently he was a druid. I would ask Derek but in all the time we spent together, I hadn’t gotten his phone number and going to his house was a bust since he usually wasn’t there. The only there was his scent and that scent trailed off into the woods and was usually washed away. 

In the meantime, Stiles needed to be addressed. The night I was taken was also the night that Lydia was attacked and bitten by Peter. Stiles had a very unfortunate ride with Peter that night to tie it all together. It was easy to say we both had a rough couple days. 

At Beacon Hills memorial, I eventually found him outside of Lydia’s room. He was sleeping in a hospital chair (leave it to Stiles to sleep anywhere), a get well soon balloon tied to the arm of it. I stood in front of him, watching him sleep. He also smelled like he had been covering up his body odor with body spray and it did not mix well. 

“No, just like that… You first.” He mumbled in his sleep. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. McCall look over with an exasperated look. 

“Please tell me you’re here to pick him up.” 

I inhaled sharply and gave her an apologetic smile, “I don’t think I could get him to leave if I dragged him out of here.” She sighed, going back to sorting files in a cabinet. My attention turned to Lydia’s door where it appeared that her father had enough of his daughter too. He gave me a polite smile before it dropped at Stiles. 

Mr. Martin motioned for Melissa to come over and pointed towards the sleeping teen, “He’s been here all night.”

“He’s been here all weekend.” Melissa corrected him.

“He’s just really worried about Lydia.” To give him some credit, Stiles was very caring. It's just that I’m sure the Martins didn’t want this teenage boy that wasn’t Lydia’s boyfriend outside of her room for an entire weekend.

“You’re dirty.” Stiles grinned in his sleep as a woman walked by. 

“Pig.” I swatted the balloon into his face. He swatted it away and groaned as he woke up. He stood up and stretched. He opened his eyes wide, taking in the situation. 

“Stiles, why don’t you go get something from the vending machine. Lydia’s gonna be fine without you outside her door for five minutes.” I dug around in my pocket and pulled out a dollar. He took it and nodded, walking like a newborn giraffe towards the vending machine. 

“Is he…?” Mr. Martin pointed towards his head. I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Is he what? A caring young man who has been sitting outside your daughter’s door this entire weekend to make sure whoever did this to her doesn’t come back? You would have known that he was here the whole weekend if you had been here the whole weekend. Stiles is smart, and caring, and has undiagnosed ADD, but he would never let anything hurt your daughter-” My very passionate rant was cut off by a loud crashing noise. Stiles was probably the cause. I sighed, “He is a good kid.” 

We heard coughing coming from inside Lydia’s room, followed by her screaming. Her scream was loud and pierced my ears. I pressed my hands to my ears to try and block it out. Stiles came zooming in, opening the door and rushing inside followed by Mrs. McCall.

“Lydia!” Stiles called. She was nowhere to be found inside the room. Water from  the shower was leaking all over the floor.

“What was that?” Melissa asked as we all looked at the shower door. 

“We’re about to find out.” Stiles opened the door. The shower was still running and overflowing the tub, but no sign of the red head. Mrs. McCall turned off the shower. All of our attention was brought to the open window. 

-

Uncle Noah, Mrs. McCall, and Mr. Martin were walking ahead of us in the corridor of the hospital. A deputy walked with Stiles and I as we tried to catch up. 

“Naked?” Uncle Noah questioned, “As in nude?”

“I’m pretty sure that means the same thing but yeah. As far as we know, she left here, clothing optional.” Mrs. McCall was pretty sassy when it came down to it. 

“Alright you check the whole hospital?”

“Every last corner." 

"Find anything suspicious?”

Shook her head, “Nothing, she just took off.”

Dad turned to the deputy, “Alright, let’s get an APB out on a sixteen year old redhead.” The deputy nodded and left.

Dad turned back to Melissa and Mr. Martin, “Any other descriptors?”

"She’s five foot three, green eyes, fair skin, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde.“ Stiles piped in. 

"Is that right?” Uncle Noah put his hands on his hips.

“Yeah.” Bad answer. Uncle Noah grabbed Stiles by the back of his neck, bring him away from Mrs. McCall and Mr. Martin. He let go of him when we were out of sight. 

“What the Hell are you still doing here?”

“Um…Providing moral support..”

“A huh, and how about you provide your ass back home? Where you should be.”

“I can do that too.”

“Yeah.” Dad pushed Stiles forward and looked pointedly towards me, “You make sure he gets there.” 

“Aye, aye, Captain.” I followed behind Stiles. On our way out, we passed a broken bending machine.

“How the f-” He grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the machine.

“Really?”

“It wouldn’t give my Reese’s.” I chuckled and shook my head. 

In the parking lot, we found Scott in the passenger seat of Roscoe. Stiles, who had at some point stashed Lydia’s nightgown in his jacket, handed the cloth to Scott and I so we could get her scent.

“This is the one she was just wearing?” Stiles nodded, “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt her.” Scott promised, “Not again.”

Stiles sighed, “Okay, just shove the thing in your face and find her.” We all piled into the Jeep. Stiles turned it on and shouted when we saw Allison in the headlights.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asked as she came up to the passenger window, “Someone’s gonna see us.”

“I don’t care, she’s my best friend and we need to find her before they do.”

“I can find her before the cops can.”

“How about before my father does?”

“He knows?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded, “I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs.”

Scott turned back to us, “Search party.”

“More like a hunting party.”

“Get in.” Scott opened his door, letting Allison sit in the middle. Feeling just the slightest bit awkward, I excused myself, opting to follow them in my own vehicle. 

-

Scott’s nose led us to the one place I hadn’t wanted to go to so quickly after everything had happened.  The Hale house. As they walked towards the house, I grabbed the back of Stiles' coat. There was still an eerie energy, plus I could still smell Peter’s burning corpse from wherever Derek had buried it. From the air, I could tell that he wasn’t here which was incredibly frustrating since I wanted to talk to him about the fact that I was an alpha. 

“It’s okay.” He reassured me, “Between you and Scott we’re plenty protected.” I blew out some air. 

“Yeah, if I knew how to fight, I could be the world champion.”

“She came here?” Stiles turned back to Scott, “You’re sure?”

“This is where the scent leads.”

Stiles looked over the remains of the Hale House, “But has Lydia ever been here?”

“Not with me.” Allison and Scott walked together, slowly coming closer to the house. Her scent was here but it was faint. If she was here, she’s long gone now. 

I looked towards the house, feeling a sort of pull towards it. I walked all the way to the porch, placing my palm on one of the support beams. A shot of an electric spark raced through my body, my eyes squeezing shut.

And when I opened them time had turned back six years. Flames bloomed from the cellar, little hands reaching up through the windows to the cool air outside. The sheer heat of the flames causes windows to combust. I heard the cries of children, screaming for their mothers and fathers. Screaming to find one another, screaming as the fire burned at their skins and clothes. All of them scrambling to make it out alive. Their cries for help were met by the roar of their house collapsing around them. I was inside, two parents together panicking. 

“LAURA!” The father cried. 

“DEREK! CORA!” The mother choked out. That’s when a beam from the ceiling fell, crushing them to the floor, burning the souls.

But the scene changed, it wasn’t the Hale house, it was mine. Mom and Dad were still inside, running upstairs to my room to search for me. 

“(Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU?!” My mom shouted, an arm over her face to try to keep the smoke out of her lungs. I never told them I left, they thought I was home asleep. 

“(Y/N)! ANSWER ME!” He broke through my door, not caring that both of his arms were badly burned. From outside I could see Michael standing there, looking up into my window, watching them scramble to find me when he had already taken me. That was when the roof collapsed, sending us all down onto the main floor. My parents fell through the floor in the dining room and into the basement. Where a structural beam fell from the roof before they could even realize they fell. 

“WATCH OUT!” I shouted. But they didn’t hear me, they didn’t move. They were crushed by the beam. Before I could even register that I watched the death of my parents, I yelped. Looking down at my ankles, fire seemed to dance around them like vines. I kicked them away, scrambling to stand up and make it to the door. It grabbed at my wrists and ankles trying to drag me down the hole into the basement where my parents lay. Besides me, Derek appeared. He seemed to be immune to the flames. 

“Derek! Help!” I reached out to him, being pulled to my knees and dragged towards the hole. 

“Are you with me or against me?” he asked. 

“What?” I asked, confused and scared, “Help me! Please!” He said nothing else, only turning and walking out of the house. 

“DEREK!” I screamed as I fell back. 

“(Y/N)!” Stiles shook my shoulder. 

I opened my eyes and stared at him. The fire was gone. I pulled my hand from the wood. 

“Are you okay?” Scott asked, keeping Allison close to him, “You started screaming.” 

“Uh, yeah…” I shook my head, “No, I can’t be here right now. I’m going home. Let me know if you find her.” I left them all behind, using my supernatural speed to make it to my car and then driving home before Stiles could stop me. 

What the hell was that? What did it mean? I witnessed the Hale fire like I had been there and then I watched my parents die. And why didn’t Derek help me? Why wouldn’t he have saved me? Saving me was his thing. Kind of. Lately, I’ve been on the pay-no-mind list in Derek’s book.

 Somehow, I am a werewolf. An alpha werewolf. And if Derek didn’t care about whether I needed to see him, then I guess… I’ll be saving myself won’t I?

-

“Alright let’s see…” I looked over the roster for the lacrosse team. It was one of the few morning practices and getting up this morning was a nightmare. Because of well…my nightmares. I couldn’t get that vision from the Hale house out of my head. It was freaking me out. 

“Isaac Lahey?” I asked, “I don’t recognize that name.” 

“Yeah, he did really well at try-outs but he’s real skittish.” Finstock nodded towards the locker room. I shrugged. I saw Stiles and Scott finally made it into the locker room. I set down the roster and walked towards the door. 

“Ah!” He stopped me, holding out the sleep mask. It was incredibly ugly but whatever Coach says - goes. 

When I, eventually, found my way over to them blindly, Stiles told us what he had heard over police radio about Kate Argent’s grave. Someone or something had desecrated it and took her liver. And because she was still missing and possibly a werewolf, all of it was pointed towards Lydia.

“She ate the liver?” Scott asked. 

Stiles scoffed, “No, I didn’t say she ate it… I just said it was missing. And, you know what? Even if she did, so what? It’s the most nutritious part of the body.” Stiles, like the love sick puppy he was, defended her honor.

“Stiles, defending her in this situation isn’t going to make her date you.” I shook my head.

"We don’t know that.” Stiles said, even though he didn’t sound entirely sure himself.

“I never ate anyone’s liver…” Scott added. 

“Yeah, right. ‘Cause, when it comes to Werewolves, you’re a real model of self-control…” He paused, “Actually, wait– hold on. You’re the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like, what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?”

Scott shrugged, “Allison.”

“Okay, nothing else? Seriously?’

“Nothing else mattered. But, no, that’s good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bitten, she was with you.”

“Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson.” Stiles said grimly. 

“LET’S GO!!” Coach’s voice boomed from his office, “I have an announcement. Gather round.” I made my way towards the voice to be at his side since that’s where the assistant Coach went. I heard lockers shutting and the shuffling of cleats. 

“Quicker! Danny, put on a shirt. Stilinski, that means you. Let’s go, gather ‘round.” When the shuffling stopped, Coach began his meeting.

“Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. Sick girl, roaming around. Totally naked.” The team chuckled, but stopped soon after. The result of Coach’s eyes no doubt. 

“Now, it’s supposed to get under forty degrees tonight, I don’t know about you but the last time it was that cold and I was running around naked.” Where was he going with this?

Coach paused, “….I lost a testicle to exposure! Now, I don’t want the same thing happening to some innocent girl.” I looked vaguely in his direction.

“So, police are organizing a search party for tonight,” He stuck a piece of paper to the window of his office, “Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my class.” The guys cheered at the thought of passing economics. I followed Finstock as he went back into his office, pulling the blindfold off. 

“Really, Coach? You’re bribing them to find Lydia?”

He shrugged, "Bribe is such a strong word, I prefer forced motivation.” He leaned back in his chair, “Besides, I just told a gaggle of horny teenage boys that they will find a naked teenage girl and that they’ll get an A. It's a win-win for them.” 

“That’s not-” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lahey changing into his uniform. There were dark bruises all over his back. 

“Coach, have you noticed Isaac’s bruises?”

He gave me a confused look, “You do remember this is a contact sport, right?”

I shook my head, “No I mean, like if he weren’t at practice one day and the next he comes with a black eye, does that concern you?”

He shook his head, “Boys will be boys.” What an outdated concept. But something was going on with Isaac. Something terrible.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Derek’s voice rang through my head. Oh, now is when he decides to say anything to me? Some vague messages.

I must have had a strange look on my face because Coach spoke up, “You okay, (Y/N)?” 

“I’m fine.” 

-

Finstock had me stay throughout the day to help him prepare for the state championships that would be hosted at Beacon Hills. We had to make a player profile for each guy on the roster. I was about to grab Stiles' file when Coach asked me to go to the copy room and make more copies. It gave me a chance to stretch my legs and get out of the locker room that constantly smelled like BO.

I was roaming the halls, following the vague directions that Coach had given me. Two rights and a left. I had yet to turn left. This school was basically just a big circle. Around the next corner, Jackson appeared, pushing me into the lockers to get by me. 

“Hey-” I started to say, but he had already gone into the men’s bathroom.

I heard a distant knocking, “I’m fine, Danny, just go back to class.” I heard him say. This werewolf hearing was something else. 

“Just give me a second, okay?” No one had followed him into the bathroom. 

“I said give me a friggin’ second!……Derek?” Derek was there. Oh, he could make time to visit douche nose at school but I can’t get a…mind-message…back.

“You’re lookin’ a little pale there Jackson. You feeling okay?”

“Never better.” Jackson’s voice was trembling slightly. When focusing a little more, I could feel his heart racing.

“If something’s wrong, I need to know. You’re with me now.”

“Wait, with you? Me with-” Jackson chuckled, “You? What am I, your little pet? I mean, just because you gave me the bite doesn’t mean I’m part of your little wolf pack. Sorry, but to be honest, you don’t show outstanding leadership qualities.”

“Is that so?” Derek sounded amused. 

“Look, I’ve got my own agenda. Which doesn’t involve running around the woods at night, howling at the moon, with you and McCall, OK? So why don’t you just back the f-” Jackson was cut off, a crash followed. 

“What is it?” Jackson was panicking, “What’s happening?”

“Your body’s fighting the bite.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Jackson turned back, “What does it mean? What does it mean!?” The door to the bathroom opened and Derek came face to face with me. 

“So, you can’t make the time of day or night for me, but you can break into a high school and see Jackson?” He opened his mouth, “And don’t blame it on being a fugitive, okay? That got blamed on Kate weeks ago and you were exonerated. What the hell?” He looked around and then grabbed my arm, pulling me into a janitor’s closet. 

“You need to stay away from Isaac.” He said as soon as the door was closed. 

“Excuse you, he is one of my players. If I need to look into his home life, I have an obligation to if I believe there is abuse.”

“I’m handling it.” 

“Then he is being abused, now I have to go to the school board.” I pulled on the doorknob to open the door, but he kept it shut with his arm on the door. 

I sighed in frustration, “Ya know, you said that after the alpha thing was over we would talk and figure… Whatever it is we have out. But you’ve been actively avoiding me. You don’t get to act pissy with me, buddy.” I poked his chest. He huffed, pressing me up against the door. He pressed his forehead against mine so our eyes met. His eyes were blazing red, so I flashed my eyes back at him. 

“You forget, I’m just as strong and intimidating as you.” 

“I didn’t forget.” His face softened and the red left his eyes, “I’m sorry. I should be around. Especially since you’re just starting out.” I felt the tension leave my shoulders. 

“I really needed you. I’m scared that I’m going to turn on the full moon and kill Uncle Noah and Stiles because I can’t control it. You’re not supposed to go from human to alpha so quickly, there’s not time to know anything. I needed you there.” 

“I know you did-” 

“So where were you?” I pushed him away a little, “You said that if I called for you, you would come. I called, you didn’t show up. I looked for you in the woods for hours, trying to trace your scent but it would just disappear.” 

“Promise me you won’t do that again.” He said seriously, “Hunters are flocking here for the funeral.” 

“I was careful-”

“You can never be careful enough.” 

I shook my head, biting my lip, “What’s going on? I keep having nightmares about the fire and you. And you scare me.” 

Derek nodded, “Something’s coming. And we’re stronger as a two alpha pack.” 

I looked at him for a while, the pieces fitting together, “Is that where you’ve been? Making a pack?”

“That’s not all it is.” 

“Then what is it?!” I snapped, “Because I thought I was more important to you than that - keeping things from me. You told me that we could help each other after everything was figured out.” 

He blew out through his nose, “Tonight, I want you to meet me in the woods by your house. I’ll explain.” 

I shook my head, “Right, cause that went so well last time.” 

“You don’t have to be scared anymore, he’s gone.” He reached out, hesitantly holding my hand, “I made sure he could never, ever hurt you again.”

“You did.” I lightly ghosted my thumb over his knuckles. It was insane how calming his touch was. This morning I was pissed at the thought of him, but one small touch was enough to calm my nerves.

“I was trying to be mad at you.” I pouted at him. He chuckled and smiled.

“And now?” I will say this at least. His smile was contagious. He could be charming when he wanted. I wanted him to be able to smile and laugh and be happy. I wanted… I wanted that for us, whatever “us” was. 

I couldn’t help but smile at him, shaking my head, “I’m still mad, just less.” I poked his chest. He grabbed my hand and pulled my body against his. 

“Is there anything I can do about that?” He ran his hands over my back, squeezing my hips lightly. I hummed, thinking for a moment. 

“Why don’t you make me dinner? Romance me.” 

He shrugged, “Why not?” 

“Good. Just let me know when.” I winked, playfully pushing myself off his chest, walking back out into the hallway in the pursuit of the copy machine. 

-

On the drive home, I got a call from Stiles. I answered it, putting my phone on speaker.

“Hey Stiles, how was detention?” I said cheerfully. 

There was silence, “How’d you know about that?” 

“Word travels in the teacher’s lounge.” 

“Okay, Harris is psycho okay? Because he had to talk to my dad about Kate Argent, I get to be his punching bag now.”

“What a dick. I’m surprised he didn’t get arrested as an accessory after the fact.”

“Anyway, the reason I called is because it looks like the patriarch of the Argents has arrived. His name is Gerard, Scott says he sounds Scottish, bald, pasty, ya know.”

“Right….Okay, so I’m gonna make dinner. I’ll put some in the fridge for you and Uncle Noah. Since I know for a fact that you won’t be home in time.” I pulled into the driveway. 

“Why? Where are you going? You’re supposed to help us find Lydia.” 

I sighed, “I am aware. And I will, but I have a meeting tonight.” I turned off my car and took my phone off the speaker, putting it between my cheek and shoulder to hold it as I walked up and unlocked the door. 

“A meeting? You mean you’re meeting with Derek?” He sounded accusatory over the phone. 

“So what? I am an adult, if I want to meet with Derek, I will.” 

“I would prefer that you didn’t. He’s probably the Argent’s prime focus.”

“According to their code, Derek is not on their-” I thought about it, “Well, he’s on their radar, but he’s not on their hit list.” 

“Yeah well, I don’t think this new guy is like Chris. And I don’t want you to take a bullet for him.” 

I got into the house and closed the door, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Understand what? Do you have a crush on him or something? You guys gonna make a litter?”

I looked at the phone in disgust, “That was way out of line, Stiles. I don’t think I care for you talking to me like that. After all the crap I’ve done for you.” 

“Like what? Treating me like a kid?” 

“You’re sixteen! You are a kid! I want you to be a normal sixteen year old, but instead you’re getting kidnapped by murderous psychos and throwing Molotov cocktails at said murderous psycho. The most stressful thing you should be worrying about is an economics exam.” I leaned against the counter, “You’re one of the only people I have left. I just don’t want to lose you.” 

“I can handle myself. I have for a long time.” I wanted to say that sarcasm to cope with his feelings was not handling it, but that would only make him more upset.

“Okay. I guess I’ll just stay out of your life then.” I hung up the phone as he tried to say something else. I just… had so much anger. How dare he say that? After everything we had been through together and I was the bad guy now? I stomped into the living room and grabbed a pillow from the couch, pressing it to my face and screaming into it. When I pulled my face away, I realized that in my anger I had grown claws and they had stabbed into the pillow. 

“Oh…” I inspected the damage, low and behold - ten puncture marks with fluff falling out, “Shit.” I set the pillow back down on the couch and flipped it so the undamaged side was out. I looked down at my hands, the claws were still out. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Just need to calm down. Everything’s fine. He’s stressed because Lydia’s missing and possibly a werewolf. And I have been stressed this whole… year basically. When I looked down at the hands again, the claws were gone. Okay, good, getting better at that. Just need to relax and wait until I can meet with Derek. 

- 

By the time I got out into the woods, Derek was already there, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

“Well, look who it is.” I grinned, “Mr. Fugitive himself.” 

He chuckled and shook his head, “In the flesh.” 

“Hmm, you would have hated that joke a couple weeks ago.” 

“I would hate it if Stiles said it.” He said. I nodded. 

“That’s fair.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and sighed, “He majorly pissed me off today.” He wrapped one arm around me and lifted my chin up to meet his eyes with his other hand. 

“What he said was out of line, like you said.” I gave him a confused look, because how would he know? But then I remembered. 

“Right. Connection thing. I’m sure that was a nice vision for you.” He sighed and rested his chin on the top of my head. 

“Yeah…. You should probably buy new pillows.”

“Oh we got jokes now?” I chuckled, then pulled away slightly, “Alright, tell me what’s going on.” Derek broke away. 

“So obviously hunter’s are everywhere, which is danger number one. The other thing is that Jackson’s body is rejecting the bite.” 

“That’s possible?” 

“I’m not sure, but there’s a major possibility that he’s going to die.” 

I stared at the ground, scratching my head, “Alright. This is already more complicated than last time.” Derek was about to say more when we both heard it. 

“You’re not Lydia…Wait!” It was far away, but I could hear it like he was next to me. 

“Scott.” We both said, running as fast as we could in that direction. There was another voice besides Scott. A heavy, scratchy breathing like someone was running. 

“Wait, stop!” Scott shouted as we got closer. Eventually we found him, he was about to run into a clearing where a scruffy looking man was up in a trap. A hunter’s trap. Derek grabbed Scott and pulled him behind a tree. Another scent was in the air. Gun powder, monkshood, steel. Hunters. 

“What are you doing? I can help him!” Scott shouted, struggling to get out of Derek’s hold.  

“They’re already here.” Derek said. 

“I can help him!” He shouted again. 

“Quiet!” Derek muttered. Scott looked back at me to see if I would help him. I gave him a sad look and shook my head. 

Soon we saw a group of men come down from the embankment just opposite of us, walking towards the struggling werewolf who was hung upside down by his feet. Chris Argent walked forward, not phased by the werewolf snapping his fangs at him. The new face in the crowd must have been Gerard, who Stiles described pretty well. This wasn’t going to end well. 

“Who are you?” Chris asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing. Nothing, I swear.” The man pleaded.

You’re not from here, are you? Are you?!” He shouted.

“No. No, I came-I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That’s all.” I looked to see the look on Derek’s face, but he was all stone. 

“Look, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn’t alive in the ambulance. He wasn’t, I swear.” This guy was living off dead remains, which meant that he was a desperate man. The type of werewolf they were looking for to blame for whoever dug up Kate and ate her liver.

“Gentlemen!” Gerard addressed the group, “Take a look at a rare sight!” He looked to Chris, “You wanna tell them what we’ve caught?”

“An Omega.”

“The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack, or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down, maybe even murdered… and possibly alone by his own choice…” He paused, looking at the dangling man and chuckling, “Certainly not a wise choice… Because, as I am about to demonstrate” He turned back to the others, pulling a long sword from them,” An Omega rarely survives on his own.” Gerard swung the sword, slicing the man in half. I covered my mouth to hold back my gasp as we watched blood and organs spill from the man’s lower half. 

“Look. Look.” Derek said quietly, making sure Scott saw the brutal murder, “Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me– why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together.

“What are they doing?” Scott asked in a hushed voice. 

“Declaring war.”

Chris hadn’t looked at the crime, “We have a Code.”

“Not when they murder my daughter. No Code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening?” He addressed the group, “Because I don’t care if they’re wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless, begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they’re getting into. We find them. We kill them. We kill them all.”

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Plus One

Summary: Steve gets some closure. You and Nancy get a big surprise.

A/N: well, well, well, here we are. One chapter away from the finale. I hope you guys enjoy it. :) 

Two weeks. You’d been gone for two weeks. 

At first, he thought you just needed some time to cool off, so he waited. And waited.

And waited.

When you didn’t return after the third day, that’s when he started to panic. He’d called Robin, only to be met with an earful of how you were too good for him and that he needed to make a reassessment of his life. He knew that. 

The days started to feel long and lonely. Mickey was there sure, but he was starting to miss your presence. Your loud and annoying laughter didn’t fill his ears when he would watch your favorite shows. He wished you’d come out of the room at times and yell at him for using your luxurious things. 

He’d broken the foot tub. He didn’t know how, but he’d broken it and he wasn’t nearly as knowledgeable about fixing things as much as you were. 

Just when he was cleaning up his mess for the day, there was a knock on the door. He froze.

His heartbeat suddenly started to shake and rattle against his rib cage. There was an uneasy feeling in his stomach. One where you know you’ve done something wrong and tried to put it off and now have to face it. 

He exhales slowly, dropping what he’s doing and preparing himself for the worst. Maybe you’d push past him or call him names or take Mickey. He thinks taking Mickey would be worse. He didn’t like being alone with his thoughts and God knows he couldn’t charm anyone else to spend time with him lately. 

He opens the door in a swift motion, ready to say the usual “I’m sorry” but is met with someone he did not ever expect to see in the area.

Don Harrington. And company.

He’s in a grey suit jacket and jeans and sensible shoes, all things Steve hadn’t seen in a long time. Next to Don are two kids, the same kids that he hadn’t seen since he’d left Hawkins.

“Stranger! Stranger!” They yell in unison, pointing at Steve. 

“Guys! It’s okay, it’s just Steve, remember?” Don laughs charmingly, bringing his hands onto the boys’ shoulders and rubbing them to calm them down.

“Dad?” Steve asks, completely wide-eyed.

The kids push past Steve and begin their scream-a-thon again. Steve is too struck by his father standing in front of him to even care that they’re probably making a mess inside. 

“Hey son,” Don shoves his hands into his suit jacket. “Got a minute?”

Steve sighs. 

Steve reaches for the water basin to give his dad water and almost hides his opened bottle of alcohol but in a small thought, offers it to his dad. Don refuses it, saying he’s watching his figure. Steve scoffs to himself, just a few years earlier his dad would’ve loved a cup, or at least the whole thing.

“What are you doing here, Dad?” Steve asks, pouring the water. 

Don’s fingers tapped against the wooden table in drum-like motions. “Can’t a father visit his son with his future step-brothers? I’m worried about you, kid, you haven’t responded to any of my calls.”

Steve stops pouring. “Let’s not do this, alright?”

Don’s brows furrow. “Do what?”

Steve shoves the basin to the side. “Don’t pretend like you want to be there for me now. You had all that time then, why now?”

Don shuts his eyes. 

“Steve, I’m sorry. Really, I am. Listen, I know I wasn’t the greatest -”

“You were a grade-A asshole who ruined our family.”

Don doesn’t fight with his son. He knows his sins. But that’s what he’s here for, atonement.

“Did I make some harsh decisions for you to toughen up? Yes. Did I make your mother and you lose trust in me? Yes, but I’m here now Steve. I didn’t leave. I could’ve but I didn’t.”

“So all of this,” he gestures to Don and the kids, “suddenly just makes up for all the bullshit you’ve given me? Do you know how many times I heard mom crying in the middle of the night? All those times she pretended like those business trips you took were actually for business? Hell, do you even remember what happened when I left?”

“Yes, I do.” Don nods, closing his eyes again in uneasy remembrance. 

It would be better if the past was just forgotten.

“I know you’re angry at me. You have every right to be, but I did say I wanted to bury the hatchet. Everything I did is in the past now, your mother and I - you know, we moved on. She found someone and I did too. I think it’s only fair that you do as well. And I see you have.” 

Steve tenses up a little at the latter half of Don’s sentence. He did, didn’t he?

“Yeah. Maybe not, Dad.” Steve avoids his father’s eyes and fiddles with things on the counter.

Don catches on. “Why?”

Exasperated, Steve stops what he’s doing. 

“What happened? You made this girl sound like she was your soulmate tenfold!” 

“Maybe soulmates don’t exist, Dad. Maybe not for me anyway.” Steve plops himself down in front of his dad, clutching the mug of water to sober himself up more.

Don frowns. “What happened?”

Steve hesitates. He’s never bared his feelings to his dad since he left. And even then, it was all just dry replies and sarcasm and bitterness. But maybe it’s the alcohol talking or the fact that his dad really does seem like he’s changed. 

“I screwed it up. I just let myself get in my head and I - I pushed her away.”

Don places a comforting hand atop his son’s own. Steve recoils at first but settles. His father had never been too affectionate, no, that was his mother’s job. It felt off.

But it also felt a little more comfortable, honest. Like there wasn’t a hint of being affectionate for the sake of hiding some grand affair. 

“Steve, you’d tell me the truth if I asked you right?”

“I guess.”

“Do you hate Mary?”

“What? No. No.”

“Then why are you so mad about us?”

“I’m not mad, Dad. I just - when you and mom split, it messed me up. I didn’t want to be like you guys. I just wanted to find the one and hang onto her forever. And now I’m completely alone, so. And you’re just moving onto your next family.”

“Steve, I’m sorry that your mother and I splitting up hurt you so much. I’d be nothing if I hadn’t met her and I also wouldn’t have you. But kiddo, as long as your mother and I are alive, you’ll never be alone. Including your girlfriend. It's not too late to fix things."

“Thanks for letting me crash here, Nancy. I promise I’ll be out of your hair soon.” You say, fixing up your couch bed. 

Nancy waves your concern away. 

“Don’t even worry about it, it’s nice having company. Plus it gets kind of lonely at night.” She says, setting the white timer on and setting it down on the counter. 

“You cooking something?”

“No….just trying to time something.” She says vaguely. You don’t read too much into it for now.

Nancy smiles warmly instead, passing you a thick fleece blanket from the other couch. Jonathan was off doing a piece on the Northern Lights somewhere in Alaska. When Nancy had first revealed to him that you were staying with her until things settled, he had a few choice words for Steve.

You felt odd, having turned Steve’s friends somewhat against him. Nancy reassured you that this was familiar territory. They knew how Steve was. This is how she had remembered him in Hawkins during that honeymoon period they were in. 

“Do you miss him?” Nancy asks, settling into the blanket with you and putting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. She was about to play the movie you two had debated on for a solid three minutes.

You shrugged as you fiddled with the chipped nail polish on your fingers. “I love him, Nance. But if I can’t convince him that nothing’s going on, then what’s the point?”

You sigh as you close your eyes and try to imagine when the last time you saw Steve happy was. You think the day in California was the best day of your life. He was like a little kid again, running around the boardwalk and trying to impress you with the “test your strength” games. The sunset perfectly illuminated him when you laid on the cooling sand, a single curl falling loose on his forehead from his quiffed hair.

“I don’t think you should let this deter you. Maybe Steve’s just scared. I mean why wouldn’t he? He’s had a fear of unfaithfulness forever. His parents, his friends, me and Jonathan. To him, there’s always been someone better.”

“I know.” You frown. “But, and excuse the cliche, when I’m with him - it’s like nobody else matters. If I was still with Danny the second I moved in with Steve and Robin, I think I would’ve been in trouble.”

Nancy’s brows perk up, intrigued. “How so?”

“I’ve been in love with Steve since the day I moved in. I promised myself I wouldn’t move on so fast after Danny but, I messed up that day.”

Nancy smiles at the sweet thought.

You shake your head in thought. “I don’t know. Maybe I wasn’t his type after all.”

“Oh please, you’re definitely his type. Smart, tough, independent AND you have the balls to call him out on his bull? You’re his dream girl!”

You blush at the compliment. “Thanks, Nance.”

“You’re very welcome. Now, let’s riff on this romcom and throw popcorn when things get too cheesy.” 

The movie goes on for half an hour, the bottom of the tv set covered in popcorn bits and kernels. You and Nancy laugh hysterically and boo at the cheesy romantic scenes whenever they pop up. When the timer goes off Nancy glances over her shoulder and stands, giving you the half-empty bowl of popcorn.

“I’ll be back.” She says, going to the upstairs bathroom.

“Alright, but don’t take too long. I think Tom Hanks gets naked in the next scene.”

“I won’t.” She chuckles and disappears.  

You take a handful of popcorn in your hand and dump it in the hood of your sweater, bobbing for it in an attempt to stay distracted. 

Five minutes pass and Nancy hasn’t returned. You glance at the time on the tape player. It’s only so long that you can bear to stare at Tom Hanks’ eyes before he loses his charm. 

“Nancy?” You call out, hearing shifting from upstairs. No response though.

You count to three, getting up and letting pieces of popcorn fall to the ground. 

“Naaancy.” You step onto the stairs carefully, grabbing onto the wooden railing. 

Still no answer. You huff and resolve to go up the stairs.

“Nancy if this is your idea of a prank, just know it’s not great! I don’t get scared easily!” 

You make it all the way to the top and glance down both ends of the hallway. You see a light on at the end of the hallway on the left, the door left ajar just enough to see the shower. You approach with caution, hoping not to catch Nancy in an unflattering position. 

“Nancy?” You call again, now at the front of the bathroom door. You can hear sniffles like someone’s crying. Your brows furrow.

“Nancy?” You swing the bathroom door open slowly, meeting a crying Nancy on the floor next to the toilet. 

“Hey,” Your voice lowers an octave and becomes soft. “You okay?”

You kneel down to her level and put a hand on her back, rubbing in circles. 

She shakes her head, revealing a white stick in her hand. Your eyes widen when you realize what it is. 

“These aren’t real right? These are joke tests?”

Nancy looks up at you in teary puppy dog eyes. 

“I don’t know,” she hiccups. “I don’t know what to do. I was hoping it was a false alarm.”

Trying to make her feel better, you grab one of the untouched sticks and sit on the top of the toilet. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll pee on one too, and then we can see if it’s a false positive okay?”

“Okay.” She murmurs softly, chin now resting on her knees as she cowers against the shower door. 

“Have you and Jonathan talked about this kind of stuff?” You ask, shimmying your sweats down.

She shrugs and looks to the side. “It’s too early. He’s just so focused on his career and I just got this job….it’s in the plans...just - not right now.”

You cock your head to the side with a sympathetic look.

“Hey. It’s all going to work out fine alright? You don’t have to tell him yet. We can figure it out. I’ll help you.”

Nancy sniffles and dabs at her teary eyes. She nods.  

You both wait for the test results after a few minutes. You try to make her feel better with some small talk but you can tell the results weigh heavily on her mind. You grab the stick when enough time has passed, eager to make her feel better until you take a look at it.

“See? Nothing to be worried about.” You reassure her, waving the stick a few inches away from her face.

Nancy does a double-take. Her mouth formed an “O”. 

“What?” Your grin falls. “Two lines means not pregnant right?” 

She stands quickly, balancing herself on the edge of the sink. “Two lines is….pregnant.”

Your heart drops. 

“Please say you’re joking.”

“No, it says it right here, look.” She hands you the paper from the box and on it clear as day, two lines equal pregnant.

You drop the stick onto the sink and start to hyperventilate. Nancy abandons the paper and wraps an arm around you.

“Are you? Are you - pregnant too?”

“No! No, I can’t be. I - I haven’t had sex since like Halloween week!”

Nancy gives you a knowing look. Your face falls. 

“I’m too young to be pregnant!” You exclaim.

“What?” 

“Nothing, brain fart.” 

You rush out the bathroom door and downstairs to the kitchen where she keeps the home phone. You dial Robin’s number as fast as you can and tap your feet impatiently as you hear the line trilling.

“Come on, pick up.” You whisper.

Nancy rushes downstairs to stand in the doorway, clutching the manual and listening.

“Hello?” Robin’s voice alleviates some of your panic.

“Hold on I’m putting you on speaker.” You say, letting Nancy get a better listen.

“What? What’s going on? Did Steve apologize yet?”

You exhale shakily. “No, no he didn’t, I - um, I have something to tell you.”

You can hear Robin set down whatever she was holding as you capture her full attention. “What is it? You’re scaring me.”

“There’s no easy way to say this….but…I think, I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?! Shut up!” Robin screeches. “Kali! Get in here!”

“What happened?” You hear Kali’s voice a split second later.

“Say what you just said again!” Robin commands.

“Kali, I think I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?!?!” She gasps.

“I know!” You clap your hands over your face in shame and silently scream into them.

“Oh my god, what have you done? To like - the world?!” Robin cuts in. 

“Robin…” Kali scolds.

“I’m sorry!”

“Oh god, what do I do?” You question the speakerphone.

“That kid is going to come out with a full head of hair and try to flirt with the nurse the second it’s born.” Robin bursts into a fit of laughter. 

“Not funny, Robin!” You glare at the phone, trying to remain calm.

“Well, now you have to tell him!” Kali says.

“No, I don’t! You saw how well things went over a coffee machine, imagine a kid!” 

“You have to! What if this is what he needs to stop acting like a kid?” Robin tries to reason. “He was always good with kids in high school and part of the reason is that those were his only friends!”

You cringe, remembering those stories. 

“If losing his best friend wasn’t enough for him to stop acting like an idiot, what makes you think throwing a kid into the mix would?”

“I dunno. But Kali’s right. You have to tell him. Otherwise what happens when you start showing and the worst thing he can think is you’re getting fat?”

You scoff. 

“Maybe they’re right,” Nancy chimes in. “I mean, how long are you going to go without talking to him? You have to make up at some point.” 

You groan in frustration, raking your hands through your hair. 

“I really hate that I consider you guys my moral compass. I truly do.” 

Having responsible friends really was a pain sometimes. 

The phone line rings and blares red as another call was coming through. 

“That must be Jonathan.” Nancy guesses.

“Robin hold on, Jonathan might be on the line.” 

“Oh good, I want to know what he thinks of all this.”

Nancy puts Robin on hold and picks up the phone from the receiver. 

“Hello? Hold on, hold on, what’s going on?” 

You can hear whoever’s calling speaking fast. 

“No, she’s not here.” She lies.

You take a break from your panic attack to try and listen to the frantic voice on the other end. It’s all too fast for you to understand.

“You’re where? Slow down!” Nancy asks, glancing at you now and pointing to the phone. 

“It’s Steve.” She mouths.

You freeze. 

“Okay! Okay! I’ll let her know if I see her.” She hangs up and presses the button to get Robin back.

“What’s the sitch?” 

“He said something about a dog.” 

“Mickey?” Your voice grows concerned. 

“I guess? He just said that something was wrong and he went to take him to the animal hospital.”

Your stomach dropped to your ass. You rushed over to the front door and put on your shoes as fast as you could. 

“Did he say which one?” You ask, borrowing one of Jonathan’s coats. There was no way you were going out there in just sweats and a henley. 

“Ummm I don’t know, I think the one on West and 61st street.” 

“That’s where I work!” You exclaim. “You don’t have a car?”

Nancy shakes her head. “Jonathan’s the one who drives.”

“What about you Robin?” 

“No can do, me and Kali have a meeting but keep me posted! Good luck!”

“Screw it I’ll take a cab.” You say goodbye to Nancy and rush out the door and brave the cold. 

You whistle down a cab and hop in. “Murray’s Animal Hospital, please. And step on it!”

“Wait, (Y/N)? Is that you?” A familiar voice asks you.

The driver turns around, revealing himself to be…..speak of the devil, Danny. 

“Danny? Oh for fuck’s sake.” You sigh and rub at your temples.

“Hey!” He says in a lighthearted tone. “Long time no see.”

“Danny, I will literally pay you extra to shut up and drive like hell alright?” 

Danny does as he’s told and hauls ass. You grab a hold of the bar on top of your head for each swerve and crazed turn he does that earns him a honk of the horn from other cars and nearly sends you flying out of your seat.

Two messy car ride minutes later and you rush out of the taxi as soon as he parks outside the entrance to the animal hospital. 

“Hey!”

“Give me a minute!” You flip him off and ignore him as you try not to think of the worst-case scenario happening with Mickey.

You must look like a lunatic to the girl sitting at your desk with wild hair and an overall messy appearance. You try your best to fix yourself up.

“Where is he? Where’s Mickey?” You ask frantically.

“Who?” Your replacement sitting at your desk asks.

“A black dog! He came in with someone, big hair? Big head?”

She gets the gist and points to the right and down the hallway. You take deep breaths as you will yourself to put on a brave face. 

Steve’s sitting on a chair with his face in his hands. He looks up when he hears the patterning of your footsteps against the sheet vinyl flooring. He gets up quickly, nearly knocking the chair over.

“H-Hey.” He says nervously, hand on his arm. 

Come on, you can do this. You can do this.

“Hey.” You breathe. 

He’s taking you in from top to bottom. It’s the first time he’s seen you since Halloween night. 

“I missed you.”

“What happened?” 

You both say in unison.

Your mouth falls agape as you take in his confession. Fortunately, he pretends like your question took more priority. 

“I don’t know. One second my stepbrothers are playing with him, the next he’s choking on some toy they brought.”

“What was so important that you couldn’t keep an eye on him? I knew it. I knew I should’ve come back for him.” 

You didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh but the situation was starting to make you realize something. Say you did have this kid, would it even survive for a month? 

“My dad came to visit.” He stares down at the tips of his shoes, shoving his hands into his pockets. The same way he did last time you saw him. 

“Oh.” You let out. Well, this changes things.

“What did he want?”

“He wanted to fix things.”

“Did it work?”

He shrugs. “Having that talk with him, it made me realize something.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. “What is it?”

“Hey, you coming or not? The meter’s running.” Danny’s voice comes to interrupt a peaceful conversation.

“Danny.” Steve acknowledges.

“Hey,” Danny replies, eyeing him. “Stan, right?”

“It’s actually Steve.” He corrects.

Danny laughs it off. “Okay man.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as you know this situation just took a turn. You grab a handful of bills from your pocket and shove them into his chest. 

“Fuck off.” You command.

Danny takes his wad of money and leaves. 

Things fall silent again as Steve clears his throat. 

“So….Danny huh?”

“Oh shut up, I needed a ride. I didn’t know he was the one driving the damn cab.” 

“Does he know about me?” 

“No. Yes. I don’t know. I figure the whole sleeping with my sister thing cancels out if he sees me with someone else.”

Steve nods, confused. 

Beat.

“Can I...can I tell you something?” Steve asks, getting closer and closer to you. You feel butterflies when he does.

“Please don’t make a big speech.”

“It’s not a big speech. It’s a medium - medium speech.”

“Okay….”

“You were right. You were completely and totally right about me. I am an asshole. And you were right about these weddings. I didn’t know what I was looking for. I would get in my head about all these things that the perfect person should or shouldn’t be. And I’ve been thinking. A lot. Being alone in that apartment made me realize something.” 

“That you’re lonely and afraid of commitment?” 

He chuckles. “No. You’re not there to insult me or make fun of me when I come home from work. You’re not there to tell me how much of an idiot I look in the groomsmen photos or how my speech was shitty. You’re not even there with me and Mickey.”

He’s starting to tear up, his eyes get blurry and watery and he has to wipe discreetly at them. It was time to confront his demons and make it up to you. Being alone was just a taste of what would become of him if he didn’t swallow his pride.

“And I know the only reason you’re not there is because I hurt you. I hurt the one person who never deserved it. And I pushed you away because I’m stupid and I’m selfish and fuck me for being too late but I love you! I love you.”

You felt your lip quivering with each little detail he added about his epiphany. But the straw that broke the camel’s back was the declaration of love.

“Y-You love me?” Your voice cracks.

“Of course.” He breathes out, hands reaching for yours to take reassuringly. 

“Steve...I really….I have to tell you something.”

“Please don’t say you and Danny are back together.” 

“No...no it’s not that,” you try to work up the courage to tell him. “I’m....I think - I’m pregnant.”

Steve steps back for a moment. He feels the shock settle in. He lets out a surprised gasp as he takes both his hands and folds them behind his head. 

“You’re what?”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #plus one #stranger things imagine #HERE YOU GO

[fangbites]

Who: Izador With: Ty ( @sxncerelyme ) Verse: tbd​?

It was somewhere past three in the morning when Izador broke into Ty’s penthouse, the city rife with nightlight. He paused in the entryway, knowing Ty was gone; it was dark and still inside, but the living area was illuminated by lights from the city outside shining in the floor- to- ceiling windows, a wall that was more or less pure glass displaying the world outside. 

He loved this place.

It filled his throat with a bitter lump, and after a moment of regathering his senses his fingers slipped up the wall to the lightswitch, leaving behind the same bloody streaks that surely decorated the doorknob. Some belonging to him, some not. He was coated in it, head to toe- his brain a syrupy, buzzing thing. He’d watched plenty of people die. More in the past six months than any other point in his life, but he’d never- he’d never been the one to actually kill someone. He’d helped, of course, and he’d been responsible, but he’d never actually killed anyone on his own. And now? Well. Everything was better in threes. And he did feel better, or at least- less enraged, which was basically the same thing as better, right? 

After another short pause, Iza struggled out of his shoes and padded his way along the familiar route to the master bedroom, pausing briefly and staring at the bed- unmade as always, blankets and pillows in disarray, and he considered climbing in then and there, bloodsoaked clothes and all. Satisfying, to ruin those expensive silk sheets Ty loved, but even just looking at it Iza was filled with a cold sort of exhaustion. All he wanted was to not feel this anymore. For Ty to be in that bed, skin cool and comforting against his own, and for things to be exactly how they had been a week ago. Perfect. Blissful. 

A sliver of hurt and dread sank in through the numbness, and Iza turned away with a scowl, sanctimonious anger taking root once again. Ty had been the one to ruin it, the one to say no to him. Good thing Iza was kind enough to give him this second chance. And besides, he hated how itchy blood got when it dried on his skin.

From there, he marched to the master bath, peeled his sticky clothes off and clambered into the shower, turning the water so hot that it hurt for a moment. He viciously scrubbed it all away, the blood, tissue, clots, gods knew what else, water pure filth as it sluiced off his body and the cleaner he got the clearer his head became. He’d killed someone. Three someones. And he shouldn’t have come here-- but he was the only one with a real grasp of time, here. The only one who was too painfully aware of how quickly time would pass. His dads weren’t a day older than the day they’d adopted him and they never would be, whereas Iza- god, he’d blink and tomorrow he’d be getting grey hair and wrinkles. He didn’t have all the fucking time in the world, especially not as this stupid, fragile human. Fuck knew what could happen. A fire or a crazed gunman or a fucking piano falling out a third story window. He was quick witted and armed to the teeth, but physically- he was just… so much less. And he hated it. So it had seemed a given that his vampire boyfriend would turn him… but.

Here they were.

He turned off the water and reached for a towel, drying himself off as he stepped out of the tub and into the steamy room. He tousled his hair roughly, too out of sorts to treat it with the care it deserved, and rubbed at the fogged mirror with his palm, smirking at his reflection. Tousled hair, bleached so blonde it was white and so much shorter than it had been this time last week- barely tickling his ears and considerably curlier than it had been before, free of the weight that had accompanied his waist- length waves. And his neck, chest and shoulders- angry, red, and marked up with the still- fresh bites he’d begged that other vampire for just a short while before he’d killed him, stake through the chest. He’d dated Ty long enough that seeing himself covered in bites wasn’t a foreign site- and even if he hadn’t wanted anyone but Ty to bite him, and even if these bites weren’t the type that would turn him, he was sending a message.

If you don’t, someone else will.

And yeah, the jealousy this would hopefully garner would make it all that much sweeter, too.

Maybe it was pathetic of Iza to be giving in and coming here at all, but he’d care about that later. And next time, because there surely would be a next time, it would be Ty’s turn to give in first. 

He finished drying himself off and discarded the towel, padding naked without a care in the world to Ty’s closet where he stole a pair of boxers and a shirt, shrugging them on before waltzing off to the kitchen. A peek in the fridge told him yep, still some human food here, and after only a moment’s debate he pulled out eggs and sausage. Simple, but quick and comforting. It didn’t take long at all to cook and he was halfway through dousing the finished product in enough hot sauce to melt a layer or two off the inside of his mouth when the front door opened.

His shoulders tensed immediately, spine going ramrod straight and his fingers curling tight enough around the hot sauce bottle that his knuckles went white. Anger was the easiest defense mechanism to default to, and it wasn’t an inaccurate portrayal of his feelings- it was a bit too simplistic to be the whole picture, but it wasn’t a lie, either. He was angry. He was also hurt, insecure, rejected, lonely and sad, to name a few.

He didn’t turn around for a good long moment, stabbing at his eggs with his fork and watching the yellow run out, mixing with red.

“I’m still mad at you,” He snapped finally, voice cold and scornful as he turned around and landed a forced scrutinizing gaze on the vampire. “I’m here because I just thought I would give you an opportunity to apologize.” He fell quiet for a second before the sight of his ex became too much to bear and he looked away, blinking rapidly against his teary eyes as he deflated back against the counter and lost his armor of pretense. “And also because... because even if you don’t want to love me forever, I’d like it if you could at least love me for a little while.”

#ic: Iza #ft: ty #tyzador #v: tbd

[jawritter]

You and Me...

Chapter 22

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non con, male!rape, injury, violence, discription of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self harm, panick attackes, implied female non con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chatper Warnings***  TRIGGER WARNING!!! VIVID DESCRIPTION OR NIGHTMARE, Rape, discritiption of the begginging of rape? I guess that would be a good way to say it. Unconsented touching, oral, and implied anal fingering, (again all dream induced, but may be triggering for some!) Description of being sick, (vomiting), language, angst, some fluff, I think that’s everything. I don’t want to give too much away!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1450

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine!, Please do not copy my work!! Feedback is gold! I hope you enjoy this one! (Nightmare is in bold print.)

Summery: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter you course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getthing through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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Jensen's POV:

"You sure are pretty." The slimmy voice graveled in Jensen's ear, making his skin crawl. 

"We're going to have a lot of fun with you." He said, and three other voices chuckle around him. 

Jensen tries to move his legs, and arms around him, but he couldn't. As his foggy vision cleared there were three things that came to the forefront of his focus. 

His head was throbbing as if it had its own pulse. 

He was chained to a bed again.

And he was completely naked.

He felt a rough calloused hand side up his inner thigh slowly as the large man circled the bed. Moving closer and closer to his manhood.  He started to scream as loud as he could, praying someone would hear him. 

Thrashing his body as hard as he could against his restraints. Doing his best to close his legs as the man's hand moved closer and closer to its goal. 

He gagged, and started to vomit as a warm mouth of another man came around his cock, and the man who had his hand on his thigh inserted two fingers harshly into his rectum. 

Nausea is what pulled Jensen from the nightmare. In a way he was thankful, but in a way he wished his stomach would stop trying to expel everything that had touched it that day. 

He sat up on the side of the quickly and quietly as he could as to not wake up y/n. Staggering towards the bathroom, and closing the door, barely making it to the toilet before he wasn't able to hold back any longer. 

Hitting his knees on the cold tile floor. Violently sick.  

He heaved against his stomach. Trying everything he knows to do to stop the violent attack on him caused by the dream. That's when he heard the door open behind him and felt y/n's hands on his back. Rubbing it soothingly. He leaned back carefully. Still not trusting his own stomach. Laying his head on your lap as you sit on the tub next to him.

"You okay there handsome?" You asked, reaching over in the small bathroom and grabbing a washcloth. Running it under some cold water, and rubbing it against his forehead and neck. 

"Yeah, I'll live." He says, still shaking a little, and fighting against the memories that were just below the surface. 

"Another nightmare?" You finally asked after he stopped shaking. 

"Yeah." Was all Jensen could answer. His stomach was still rolling, and he didn’t trust himself to get up from the floor just yet.

"Wanna talk about it?" You ask, checking him over again. 

"No, it's not worth talking about. I said, I wanted to get away from all that shit. I hadn't had a nightmare in days. Much less woke up sick like this in months. Why now? We were supposed to be having a good time." He said, standing slowly to his feet. Holding onto the wall for support as he made his way towards the bed again. 

"Baby, you can't run from things like this, and we are having a good time.” You tell him wrapping your arms around him as you both settle down into the bed. His head on your shoulders os that you could card your fingers through his hair. Helping the tenseness of his shoulders to ebb away slowly.

“You're doing so good Jensen, you're so strong, you're doing better than any of us expect you to do, and one bad night is nothing to be ashamed of or upset about. Let’s get you back to sleep, and in the morning you will feel a lot better.”

Your POV:

The light shone brightly through the window the next morning. You sat up quickly, checking Jensen to make sure he was still sleeping peacefully, which he was. 

He had scared you last night. He'd done good for days. That must have been a pretty vivid nightmare, he hadn't woken up sick like that in a long time.

The rest of the night seemed to go peacefully once you'd gotten him back to sleep, and you hoped that was the last of the nightmares on this trip for him. He was so upset about it, and you wanted him to enjoy himself, not worry about nightmares. 

Today the two of you would make the next leg of your journey together.

Sliding out of the bed, you pack your things as much as possible, and as silently as possible in hopes of getting on the road quickly. 

He had been doing so well. You didn’t want him to relapse because of the stress the return of Supernatural was causing him. You refused to lose your Jensen to memories of what those sick fucks had done to him, and you were determined to do whatever you could to help him get through this and get his life back on track.

Several hours later you were back on the road after Jensen had takens some pretty awesome looking pictures of some of the old famous ruins, and old western style scenery. He was in his seventh heaven. That smile that you loved so much back on his face as the road stretched out in front of the two of you. 

Almost as if the nightmare last night hadn’t occurred, and that much you were thankful for, and were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. 

Just because he was acting better doesn’t mean that the problem has gone away, because you knew that it had not, but he couldn’t let it define him. That was what you were most concerned about. So far he seemed to be handling it all well, or at least better than he was.

Later that day another park lunch, and more getting to know each other. You loved to hear the stories about him and his siblings, his family. The things he liked, and was interested in. The things he dreamed about doing. He seemed just as interested in yours. 

After about a 10 hour drive you two pulled up in Salt Lake City, Utah. Jensen had rented another bed and breakfast. This one was called the Inn On The Hill. An absolutely gorgeous, almost Victorian style bed and breakfast. Honestly one of your favorite errors that you'd written and read more than one book about.

After getting settled into the room for the night Jensen came bouncing back into the room. 

"Get dressed babe, I made us reservations at the Roof restaurant." He said, planting little kisses everywhere he could reach, crawling his large frame over yours that was stretched out on the bed. 

"Okay! Okay!" You tell him, trying to squirm away from him playfully. Shoving at his large shoulders. 

“You're insatiable!” You tell him as he rolls off of you. Going to grab his watch and wallet he’d taken off when he’d taken a shower a few moments ago.

“Yes, I am, and you love every fucking minute of it sweetheart.” He said, coming to cage you to the bed again. “Now quite being a little brat, and get that pretty ass dressed, I’m hungry.”

You stick your tongue out at him dramatically, and fold your arms over your chest. Ignoring your own growling stomach in order to annoy him further. 

You loved it when Jensen was this playful, and it didn’t happen often so you were determined to take as much advantage of it as possible. 

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The restaurant was beautiful. 

You'd never really been to anything this nice before. 

The waitress brought Jensen and yourself into a back room, brought out a wine list that Jensen had quickly chosen from. Reaching across the table grabbing your hand in his. 

"What do you think?" He asked, gesturing around him at the fancy restaurant. 

"It's gorgeous! I love it!" You tell him, earning a proud smile from him. 

"When you travel a lot you find these little gems like this." He said, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand gently. “This one is one of my favorites.”

The waitress returned, and you both ordered your food. Which was brought back to you surprisingly quickly. 

The two of you ate your dinner in a comfortable silence. 

You did notice that Jensen kept nervously glancing around him, and you hoped that it wasn't his anxiety attacks coming back after the nightmare last night. 

This is the most he’d been out in public away from the comfort of his hometown. Sure there were fans in his hometown that wanted pictures, and things when he was out in public, but a lot of them he’d been around so much at convintentions and things he even knew some of them by name. 

You were also in a private room. So fans weren’t a problem.

"Baby, I got something I need to tell you." He said, looking across the table at you after making sure that the room was completely empty of waitresses.

 "Okay..." 

You look him over carefully. This wasn't the first time Jensen had started a sentence this way, so you had learned not to overreact, but after last night, you were a little nervous. 

What he did next, you didn’t expect at all. Not in a million years. 

Sliding his own chair back he got up, and walked over next to you. 

Then proceeded to get down on one knee, grabbing your hands in his he looked you directly into the eye. Your heart started to pound harder and harder with each passing second as he tried to take a deep breath to collect his thoughts. 

"You know, since the moment we met, I was falling in love with you, I was just too big of a damn coward to admit it. I haven't done right by you at all. I definitely don't deserve you. You sat by me in a hospital, cleaning me up every time I would get sick. Holding my hand. Sitting up with me through nightmares. I was weak. I wasn't half the man I should have been. I was a coward in a lot more ways than I could even begin to try to find excusable. The night I disrespected you that way.... You should have left me. I didn't deserve you to stay. Really I probably deserved to die that night like the piece of shit I was. Still you came back to me. I learned something that night.” 

Jensen took an unsteady breath, his eyes tearing up as much as your own before he continued.

“Baby, that's that I can't live without you. I love you. I always have, I've just been to dumb to see it. You're my everything. You always have been. I want to give you everything you deserve, and more. I want to spend the rest of my life making up to you everything I've ever done wrong by." 

Slipping his hand in the inside pocket of his suit coat he pulled out a little black box. Lifting the lid slowly, revealing the most beautiful engagement ring that you'd ever seen.

Your jaw hit the floor as tears flowed freely down your face. 

"Y/n, I love you more than my own life. I want to spend the rest of our lives showing you that. Will you do me an honor that I don't really deserve, and be my wife?" 

You sat there for a moment slack jawed In complete and utter shock. 

Of all the things you expected to come out of his mouth that wasn't one of them. 

He shifted nervously, taking a nervous breath, piercing green eyes searching your own. 

He was about to stand up. He looked defeated down at his knee. One big tear sliding down his perfect face, and making a little round spot on his black slacks. 

He thought for just a moment he messed up. Now he was about to lose you for real. He'd moved too fast, he'd scared you off. 

Reaching down, putting your hand on the side of his face, making him look up at you. Those beautiful candy apple green eyes that you loved so much full of so much emotion. He took a deep breath, and was about to say something, but you cut him off with your answer. 

"Yes."

In a moment his lips found yours. His arms pulling you close to him. He was kissing every free spot that he could find. When he was done he slipped the ring onto your finger. 

It felt at home there. 

"I love you so much, Jensen." You tell him as you both get back into the car to head back to the bed and breakfast. 

"I love you to y/n." He says, wrapping his arms tightly around you. Both of you just sitting there for a moment before he started the car to take you back to your room for the night. 

Tonight felt like the first night of the rest of your lives. 

Hopefully this was the beginning of better things for you both. 

You couldn't believe that this man was really yours. That you would be so lucky to have him want to be with you. 

He thought he didn't deserve you, but really it was you who felt like you didn't deserve him. He was more than you ever could have dreamed off. Scars and all. Because sometimes whether we believe it or not, it's the scars that make us beautiful in the first place. 

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[slxyangel]

On Your Feet (Izzy Stradlin’ x Reader)

Summary: The shower gets a bit more steamy than usual when you are both in it.

Wordcount: 1.8k.

Warnings: Essentially smut, oral (F receiving), sliiiightly rough parts (blink and you’ll miss them), explicit language (duh). Despite the name, there’s no foot fetish, don’t worry.

A/N: This is the first Izzy smut I write and I’m so damn excited to share it with you. I’m tagging @agroupiewhore because she asked me to and @slashscowboyboots because Izzy is her guy and I thing she might like reading this as much as I liked writing it. Also, I’m planning to do a taglist, so if you want me to include you, just tell me in the askbox and I will.

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Masterlist: https://slxyangel.tumblr.com/post/189625800403/masterlist

You had a thing for standing orgasms. The kind that you forcefully had to go through holding onto something or someone, because if you didn’t you would fall apart, literally. Those that made your legs tremble and made you feel insanely weak before, because of the effort; meanwhile, because of the bliss; and after, because of the exhaustion. And Izzy knew it. And, since he was a natural provider, he provided.

The shower had started normally, for God’s sake. You even were alone in there, which lately happened once every solstice. Not that you were complaining, obviously, but having showers with your boyfriend usually led to both of you being late everywhere and thanking the odds for not getting any broken bone in the process. So, yeah, you were on your own, absentmindedly humming a tune in your head, you don’t really remember which one, when he opened the door of the bathroom.

Up until then everything normal, he sometimes did that when you were taking your sweet time in the shower and he had to pee or brush his teeth. At first that always annoyed you, but given the fact that you only had one bathroom in your flat and that the door had no lock, you ended up getting used to his intrusions. Oh, and let’s not forget that it wasn’t technically a shower, but a small bathtub with a curtain, a tap and a shower head that could be either hanging or in your hand. Because nuances are important here.

There you were, singing and swinging the shower head, minding your own business, soaping your whole body and planning your outfit for the day, when suddenly the curtain flew open and, no words spoken, Izzy stepped into the tub with you, stark naked and with a boner bigger than Manhattan. Because that’s how one gets in a shower. Stark naked, I mean, not the boner, that’s another story. He took the shower head from your hand and hovered it all over his body, wetting every single millimeter of his exposed skin. The sight was downright sinful: his eyes closed, his hair dripping, his breaths blowing away all the little drops that dared come in contact with his lips, his mouth open... 

- What are you looking at?

- You.

What a dumb question to ask. He must had sensed your eyes burning his skin like laser rays from head to toe and side to side, not missing a single detail. Not that you hadn’t seen him like that before, you obviously had, but it never failed to impress you. It was moments like that when you asked yourself more than ever, “How the hell did I land this?”. But he was provoking. Izzy loved to tease, that was not new; and you lowkey highkey loved to be teased. In any case, he was just being pointless; he couldn't do what he had just done, especially being so visibly horny, and try to play it cool, because clearly he wanted it more than you did. Well, at least that was true right before he stepped in there with you, but right now… well, right now maybe the scores were even.

Interrupting the course of your thoughts, Izzy moved closer to you, holding your hips and giving you a kiss so nasty you started to think that the water that ran down your legs was not water. Then, without letting go of your lower body, he kneeled on the bottom of the bathtub and looked at you from below with big eyes and a smile that resembled a panther's right before it catches the antelope.

He buried his head between your legs and worked his way to make you tremble the way he knew you loved. He didn't even bother prolong the issue, but you silently thanked him for it, because you didn't think you could stand the agony of a never arriving orgasm. In less than a minute, one of your hands was already in his black mane of wet hair, and the other one tried to grab the wall next to you, obviously with little success. By then the showerhead was already on the floor. You felt how your senses got close to and far from the edge, and then close again, like waves that threatened to drown you in the most beautiful euphoria, and you couldn’t contain the moans.

And he stopped. Just like that, he stopped and withdrew his head. Your eyes, almost worried, found his, almost amused, as he stood up from his original position.

- What are you…?

- Turn around for me, babe.

His words came out of his swollen lips at the same time he gently positioned your back against his front. And then, definitely not that gently, he pushed you against the wall and thrust into you in a swift, eager motion. You were already really, really wet, so his shaft slid in with no problem. Your sensitive walls started clenching around him in less than no time, because after what he had just done to you, your whole organism was craving its sweet release. He was fast and rough, and if you didn’t know him so well you wouldn’t have noticed the irregularity in his movements that told you he was getting desperate too. His right hand grabbed and then slapped your buttcheek and, with his other hand, he caressed the side of your face that was not pressed against the marble tiles. His fingers grazed your hair, your temple, your cheek and your lips, and once they were there you started sucking on them so good, so filthy, suffocating your moans and letting him enjoy the sight. Your eyes, almost shut, begged him for whatever he was willing to give you and your knees seemed dangerously close to give in.

- Izzy, please…

You didn’t even know what you were saying or what you wanted to ask him for.

Him.

Just him.

More him.

His lips made the distance with yours disappear, twisting your neck in an almost impossible angle. Then, his left hand traveled from your jaw to your breasts and south from there, sneaking down where you couldn’t want him more even if you tried. Insanity was about to take over you but, in the worst moment, his voice in your ear implored you not to let go, not just yet.

He pulled out.

You couldn’t convey how infinitely frustrated he was making you feel, but you couldn’t hide it either, because an anguished, angry and fucking horny moan was faster leaving your lips than you were containing it. You knew that, if he hadn’t stopped right then, you wouldn’t have been able to hold yourself back, because he had you there, right there, at the point in which only one more movement would have been fatal yet terribly wonderful.

You were now facing each other, heavy breathing, impossibly closer and fighting against the most dominant of your basic instincts. His eyes, locked with yours as he said “I just want to look at you”, could have been your death sentence, but you had one task to complete. You stood on your tiptoes, holding onto his shoulders so you could keep yourself balanced and softly kissed his mouth. Your legs were barely separated, just enough for him to creep the hand he wasn’t holding your waist with between you two and slide his fingers along your folds. Before you had time to enjoy the contact, he took his cock in his hand and lined it with your entrance, pressing his tip against your center. Very slowly and without separating his eyes from yours for even a second, he slid inside of you.

The penetration was shallow but, in exchange for the lack of him filling you up, you had him everywhere else. Every spot of skin in your core was melting against the friction. Your clit was throbbing in a pleasure so intense it felt almost close to pain, and his length sliding it up and down did all but helping ease it. You craved for more, and held him tighter as if your bodies were going to merge into each other at any given time. Your legs felt like jelly and, since you had to stand on your tiptoes for the magic to happen, your balance threatened to leave your body. He felt your fingers latching onto his shoulders, your nails digging his skin and your knees buckling for a split second, but he would never let you fall. His hands held your ass up, desperately closer to him, and he gave you the support you, at that point, lacked and didn’t seem able to regain anytime soon. He kissed you fiercely, swallowing the sounds your body made. He didn’t stop moving for a second, and when he felt that familiar twitch happen inside of you, all he did was smile and press you to his front. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, all of the built up anticipation he had exasperated you with was finally released, and your body was spinning unbearably fast. Your head flying, your lungs emptying themselves in a scream you heard behind what felt like a wall of glass, and your limbs losing their power for a tiny moment. It was like riding a rollercoaster, except all there was was Izzy, and the rest of things had been created with the sole purpose to revolve around him, his hazel eyes and the way he absentmindedly owned the world.

You were so caught up in the clouds that you hadn’t realized his pleasure had synchronized with yours to the millisecond. His head was buried in the crook of your neck as his arms embraced you, and the scraps of the glorious grunts he emitted still resounded there, against the skin he had painted purple with his lips. His hair still dripped down his back, his shoulders and your chest with now colder drops. A shiver ran down your spine. It had been a while since you forgot about the still on warm shower head and only dedicated yourselves to one another, so now that the pleasure that comes with lust had faded, the temperature was sensibly lower. His body abandoned yours, and you flinched at the loss, but you comfortably regained your posture when he took the shower head from the floor of the tub and covered both of you with the heat you were missing. Just like that you stayed, next to each other, skin to skin until a light cloud of steam settled inside the bathroom, as the witness to how both of you recovered your breath and your legs kept shaking.

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[buildingcages]

Box Boy Enrollment, part 2

whew, this got long! part one is here. 

masterpost

(Warnings: dehumanization, objectification, financial coercion, forced nudity (mostly nonsexual), slavery, humans as pets, victim blaming, psychological manipulation, corporal punishment)

The lady behind the desk was plump, comfortably middle aged with little gold glasses on a chain around her neck. She smiled brilliantly at him as he came in, gesturing to the chair across from hers. 

"Come on in sweetie, you're here to sign up aren't you?"

"Oh uh. Yeah. Is it that obvious?" He dropped into the chair, feeling embarrassed and transparent. God, but he must look pathetic. "I'm here about the uh, the debt forgiveness program?"

She chuckled. The name plate on her desk read 'Miss Delilah'. "In my line of work you learn to read people, is all. It looks like you've got some paperwork for me hon?"

Nodding, he slid the folder across the desk. The very sympathetic bank manager had given it to him when he suggested he come here. She picked it up and thumbed through the contents with pursed lips. He slid his hands under his thighs to keep himself from fidgeting. 'It's not going to work. She's going to tell you it's too much and you're not worth that much and they can't help you, and you will have humiliated yourself for nothing-'

She snapped the folder shut and smiled at him again. "You're doing the right thing sweetie. I'll just get some forms for you and we'll get you all set up." 

He slumped with relief and she chuckled again, reaching across the desk to ruffle his hair. 

"Aw were you worried? You're a good boy aren't you? You're gonna do just fine." She set a small stack of forms in front of him and then tapped something on her computer screen. "You just fill those out and I'll let the intake boys know to get a space ready for you ok?"

He closed his eyes for a minute. This was the last moment where he could turn back. He picked up the pen. Name, date of birth, medical history, fingerprints. The questionnaire about his sexual history, identity, and attraction gave him pause, but he decided not to think about it and filled it out as fast as he could. He hesitated for a long moment before signing, then pushed the paper back across the desk. His mouth was as dry as the desert he'd driven through on a road trip once. It was done.

The recruitment lady- no, Miss Delilah- looked up from her computer and smiled at him again. She pulled something out of her desk drawer and came around behind him before he could catch a good look at whatever it was. When he tried to twist and look at her she put a hand on his shoulder and he stilled. 

"Easy now sweetie, I'm just putting your collar on you. You understand you're going to have to wear this from now on, right?"

Oh. 

"Oh. Of course. Um. Can I ask. What’s next?" The collar was stiff, high enough that it kept pinching him when he slouched.

"Well just this once, since you've been so good for me. Next, someone will come from intake to bring you up to your temporary quarters, then after a little while you'll be taken to the training facility. Once you're there, they'll start teaching you how to be a good little pet. Won't that be nice?" 

He kind of doubted it would be. 'It's worth it, whatever happens, if this saves everyone else then it's worth it. Be good and maybe they'll go easy on you. Then when they sell you as a companion to some little old rich lady you can run away if she's mean.' He took a deep shaky breath. 

"Ok. Thank you for telling me."

"You can call me Miss, dear. It's important for you to learn how to show respect for your betters, isn't it hon?"

Meek, he reminded himself, you are going to be meek. He made his voice as small as he could.

"Yes, Miss."

While he sat there trying to steady himself, Miss Delilah was bustling around pulling a stack of 3 nested plastic bins out of another drawer. She set them on the desk and smiled again.

"Ok sweetheart go ahead and strip. Clothes in this bin, shoes and belt in this one, personal effects in here." 

He looked around the little office, at the glass door with all the people typing away in their cubicles behind it, at the lack of any clothing visible to replace what he was wearing. 

"Don't pets get clothes, um. Miss?" The question came out a little choked, and he knew he must be as red as a boiled lobster.

"You're not a pet yet honey, you're a trainee. You've got to earn the ability to call yourself a pet, and you do that by being good and doing what you're told. Come on hon, you've been so good, don't make me punish you already!"  

He took another deep breath, the way he’d been taught when he was overwhelmed as a kid. 'Just start with your shoes. You can do this. One thing at a time.' 

He slipped off his worn but comfy boots, and put them in the tray. Then belt and socks. His heavy rings, the leather bands he wore around his wrist. His hands shook so badly taking off his shirt that a button came free and pinged off into the corner somewhere. Miss Delilah made a disapproving "tsk" sound but didn't say anything. Finally he stood there in a collar and boxers. Maybe it would be enough. Miss Delilah raised her eyebrows at him and he knew it wouldn't be. He squeezed his eyes shut and slid them down his hips, setting them in the plastic tub. 

When his shoulders tried to rise defensively the collar bit into him. Miserably, he wrapped his arms around his middle. 

"See? that wasn't so bad was it honey? You just keep doing what you're told like a good boy and you'll be just fine. Now come sit by me--NOT on the chair, good heavens, you can kneel right here, and I'll give you a little something to calm your nerves. I've got a couple other things to set you up with and then you'll be all ready for intake and training." 

He knelt. He felt detached and cold, and like some distant part of him might be screaming, but he fought the prickle of tears behind his eyes and accepted the pill and the little paper cup of water. When he looked up again, Miss Delilah was holding something that looked a lot like those piercing guns you saw at the mall. Something on her computer beeped, and she took a little chip out of its slot and plugged it into the thing in her hand. Then she grabbed his ear, hard, and he flinched back on instinct and fell right over on his back.

"Oh, honey, and you were doing so good too."

 Her voice was sad, and she was reaching for something on her desk. The next thing he knew, the world whited out with pain. He heard a scream he belatedly recognized as his own, tapering off into pained gasps. A shock collar, of course, he should have known he was so stupid-

"Now are you gonna be good for me? Or are you gonna make me do that again?" 

"No, please, I'm sorry," he gasped, trying to coax his limbs to cooperate, "I'll be good Miss I promise." 

"Good boy. Up on your knees now, and hold still." 

He pushed himself up with arms that felt like overcooked noodles. It was a piercing gun after all, and when he raised a hand furtively to touch his ear he found a flat plastic tag like they used to mark livestock. It hurt, but not as much as the shock collar. He thought maybe the little pill she gave him was starting to work, because he felt kind of soft and floaty.

"There, see how much nicer it is when you do what you're told?" She patted his cheek kindly, "Now remember, the money to pay your debts is coming directly from your sale. If you're really good and we don't have to keep paying for extra training we can pay that debt off free and clear, ok? Just keep reminding yourself that this was your choice. Everything that happens to you now is something you signed up for of your own free will."

It was true, and he thought maybe it would make it easier to deal with, if he reminded himself that he’d had some kind of control. It wasn’t like he didn’t know this would be humiliating. He squeezed his eyes shut, and felt the tears sticking in his eyelashes. 

Behind him, he heard the door open. Miss Delilah smiled down at him again, and clipped a lead to one of the rings on his collar. 

"Here's intake now, you're going to be a good boy for them and do everything they say, aren't you?"

He nodded miserably. When he looked over his shoulder he saw two men in white with long batons hanging off their belts. He suspected he didn't want to know what those were for, and he also suspected it wasn't going to matter. Delilah handed one of them the end of his leash. 

"Up, trainee." His voice was sharp, and there was no warmth in it. He got up. It was dawning on him that he was about to be paraded naked in front of a whole office full of people, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

Sure enough, the man holding his leash turned and walked back out the open door without so much as a backward glance. He stumbled and walked quickly to keep up, sure that any delay would be punished. As they passed the cubicles he could see that most of the office workers were ignoring him completely, but one had been watching through the glass door intently. He was smiling slyly, one hand rubbing his trousers under the desk. 

"Eyes forward trainee," the intake man behind him punctuated this by tapping his baton against his captive's turned cheek. It buzzed against his skin, clearly a warning. He snapped his eyes forward and concentrated on walking, trying to ignore the flush he could feel creeping across his chest. 

~*~

Please let me know if I’ve forgotten any warnings! A big thanks to all the folks involved in building this lovely whumptastic sandbox <3

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[aggresivelyfriendly]

Day 14: The Last Day

Hi guys! Here she is! The last of our quarantine fic as the world is opening up, whether it should or not. It’s short, but felt complete! Huge thanks to everyone who read and reblogged! A huge thanks for @dirtystyles and @emulateharry for the read throughs and cheerleading! I am sure there will be other little odds and ends-

Harry’s POV maybe...

Day 14: The One With The Loss

"Where the f ..." Elise felt frantic, she could not find her bracelet. Her grandmother had given it to her. She didn't care at this point if she had to leave everything else behind, but she couldn't leave that.

She'd been incredibly close to her grandma Rose. On Some hard days, Elsie would have said she was the only one who ever really loved her. When she was dying Elise had gone to the hospital as much as possible to sit with her, at first to play cards, and then to hold her hand, and finally to curl up next to her and cry. When grandma was still able to talk she'd told her to go in her jewelry box, the one that was packed from her room at the assisted living facility and find her opal bracelet.

They shared an October 21st birthday. Grandma Rose said she'd had the bracelet since her sweet sixteen. Elise was a little older than that when she got it, but the bracelet was priceless and irreplaceable at this point. Her random t shirts and even her books could stay, but not her bracelet.

She'd been packing for a couple hours at this point. She wasn't aware she had this much stuff, or that it was so spread out. She'd been pretty unemotional through the whole process, until she couldn't find her bracelet. Elise might have been crying inside before then, but she was really freaking out now.

It was the first time she had cried since the talk with Harry.

"Is that what you're so scared of?" He'd said.

She'd scoffed. That got her back up. "I'm not scared of anything."

"Are you kidding me?" He actually laughed at her. "You're scared of everything!"

"Fuck you Harry! You don't know how I feel."

"Of course I don't. It might actually kill you to talk about your feelings or be honest." His hands were crossed over his chest.

"Honest, feelings? Cuz you are the king of talking about real shit?" Her hands came off her hips and she was pointing. "All we do is play, or fuck. You may actually be a lost boy."

"I'm just trying to read your comfort level, love. That seems to be the depth of life you're willing to deal in. Gotta keep it light for poor Elise, or she will run away. I'm dont even know why I bother." He sighed. "If you liked spending time with me at all, without being entertained all the time, I would not have to lure you out of your room every damn day with some promise of food or comfort or sex. It's so damn hard to know you."

"How dare you!" She seethed. He'd insinuated she was shallow right? That's what that bullshit about depth implied. "I am not shallow. Or a damn child who needs to be bribed. Maybe if I had any idea what I was doing here, or why you were being so nice to me, I'd not be so damn afraid I'd need to hide. I don't know you either, and your intentions are even more obscure."

"What you're doing here? I was just trying to make sure you were ok, or safe. Take care of you. If you were unwell it would be my fault."

"Cmon Harry, we both know you could have got us tests and sent me packing ages ago. What little fantasy are we living out here?"

"Yours!" He shouted.

And the conversation got more intense from there.

"Where could I have?" Elise's cheeks were wet; she was nauseous. This day had already been too much. She'd just got her head in her palms to weep when strong hands came onto her shoulders.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Harry asked into her black hair before kissing it.

"I can't find my grandma's bracelet anywhere. She gave it to me when they told her she was running out of time." She turned a watery frown on him and he placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Ok, well tell me what it looks like and I'll help you."

Elise described the delicate piece and they each set off to look. She was essentially tossing things out of her way adding to the mess. The room had already looked casually like a bomb went off, but she was a mess when she looked for things. She did notice Harry was orderly in his disarray.

"When'd you wear it last?"

"I don't wear it. I'm too afraid I'll break it." She told him, and he chuckled.

"If you say something about patterns or bad habits I will cut you." She mentioned.

He put his hands up in surrender. And they both laughed.

He had a point.

Elise was thinking about how their fight the night before had gone when Harry said. "Is this it?"

"Oh my god." Tears filled her eyes anew and ran down her cheeks. "Thank you! What would I do without you?" It was an honest question. It had only been fourteen days but she honestly couldn't imagine not knowing him, really knowing him, not about him, or speculating about him, or inferring about him, or projecting about him. Knowing him, underneath his clothes, under his skin.

"No need to find out!" He smoothed her hair and then gave her a smooch. "Now, can you grab whatever you need so we can pretend we hate that we have to be locked in a house together for an undefined time."

She giggled. "You don't hate that you are stuck in your house with me for who knows how long?"

"Are you going to let me turn up the heater and stay naked?" He picked up one of the boxes she'd put together.

"Not all of the time."

"Then some of the time?" He curled his tongue and poked it to the side of his mouth.

How was she supposed to say no to that. "Maybe."

"Then hurry." Kiss. "Up." Kiss. " we need to go play strip scrabble."

"Im not playing scrabble with you." She said for the umpteenth time.

"Strip monopoly?"

"No."

"Apples to apples?"

"How the hell.." she just laughed at his hugely dimpled smile. "How about we just go in your hot tub and drink margaritas naked."

"Deal!" He started tossing clothes wildly into bags. It was out of character except for his insatibility. "Hurry up! We have plans!"

"To have sex?" God he was sooo cute. "More sex." She clarified.

"Yea, aren't those very important?" He stepped into her space and planted his hands on her hips and his flag in her heart. He'd leaned in close, but didn't connect their lips.

She gulped and leaned up against his arms keeping her feet planted and away from his tempting lips. "Yes, very important."

"Yeah." He said and kissed her silly.

She'd never done it on that bed. Seemed funny to do it after it had been stripped and with the knowledge it would never happen again.

It could have went another way. Elise kept catching herself in moments and feeling grateful, that once Harry started talking, he really started talking.

The day before, when he shouted the truth about living out her own fantasy, she'd started to walk away. She couldn't handle the truth. It was at least half true, it was a wonderful two weeks of her life, and it looked like now it was over. Elise knew she couldn't handle going back to his place and fighting more, or worse facing silent treatment. Plus, if he had wanted her there, he still hadn't said that today or before. She was about to cross the threshold of the room. Harry muttered something about her walking away.

She stopped and turned. She only had to walk away if she wanted to be done.

"This has been a fantasy, of course it has. Like a dream come true. And I'm really scared. I have no idea why I'm here, not really, or what we are doing, or what..." she sucked in some oxygen. "Or what." She felt tears building in her eyes. "How you feel about me." She expected him to say something, but instead he just stood and stared at her, waiting for her to talk. "And what happens tomorrow."

"What?" It was the first thing he'd said during her rant.

"We' re almost done with friends." She whispered.

He was nodding. "We are. so?"

"You said." She swallowed. "Last week you said we should finish Friends, the you said we only had three more days to finish."

He was nodding. "I guess I did, but Elise, the end of friends, it doesn't mean the end of us. And I'll answer all the questions you have. If you want the answers. But, I'll be honest and say I have no idea how you feel about me, like the real me, too. It's why I held back so long."

"So long? It's only been two weeks."

"Pretty intense two weeks." He wiped her tears. "It felt like forever. I wanted to love you up by day five."

She giggled. "Me too."

"Ugh." He groaned. "All that missed opportunity." But they were both smiling. "New challenge: make up for lost time now."

She was shaking her head at his ridiculous eyebrows. "So, you like me?" She asked.

"At the risk of being really obvious, I like you, like really like you, maybe could be more." He tilted her chin up. "and you like me? Me me?"

Elise nodded then thought she had already been this brave. "More than like, I think."

He beamed. "Honestly Elise, when I first brought you home it was out of guilt and because it didn't initially occur to me to just get tests." He looked down. "I had Jeff do research, and we had to wait a few days, and by then, well, I really liked spending time with you."

"Me too." All these confession made her feel like a feather.

"And nothing happens tomorrow. It's not some scary end date, I'm not kicking you out at check out time." He rubbed his hands up and down her arms. "Honestly? I'd really like it if you stayed with me, for however long this lasts. We've already been exposed to each other.."

"You think?"

"Very exposed to each other." He laughed with her. "And then after, whenever that is. We talk about it. You can keep your place, or save the money."

"I could pay for groceries."

He sighed. "Ok, you can pay for groceries." He quirked a brow and the dimples that bracketed his mouth wanted to break free, they just needed her response. "Does that mean you'll stay?"

"I'll stay." The full wattage of his smile was really like A full moon on a clear night. He bridged the space between them and swooped her into his arms.

"Good, I'd miss you if you were gone."

"I'd miss you if I was gone too." She was honest, hopefully it would become a new habit.

"Then let's not let that happen." He kissed her then, and it was a piece of this tiny instance of forever she'd keep always, if they wound up married fifty years or broke up by pandemic's end.

"Can I tell you something really crazy?"!She asked with her ear pressed to his heart. She felt his body nod on her head. "I'm so glad you sneezed in my face."

"Yeah?" He asked. "I could do it again?" He offered, his body vibrating with his laugh.

"I'm good now thanks. But, I'm still glad it happened."

"Me too baby, me too."

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lokixreader pt 2

sorry for the late update. i think its a little shorter too, so sorry.

warnings. there is blood and abuse in this as well as suicidal tendencies such as cutting. please read at your own risk.

Your POV

   You walked into your bathroom with a change of clothes. You took off the clothes you were wearing and examined the dark bruises that still lined your body. It hurt to touch them. It hurt to move but you powered through. You pulled off the band aids on your arms. You examined the self inflicted cuts. Most of them were ok. It would hurt like a bitch to wash but it was ok nonetheless. You then carefully peeled back the bandage on your left arm and looked at the gash. It had kinda gotten better but it still hurt and was still bleeding. You knew you probably needed stitches. You got in the shower and cleaned yourself. You were right the soap hurt your cuts but you knew that they still needed to get clean. When you got out you dried yourself and placed the band aids back on. “Jarvis?” You called “will you see if anyone can bring me a sewing kit?” “Right away ma'am.” He replied. A few minutes later you heard a knock at the door. “Just leave it there.” You called. You walked over to the door wrapped in a towel. Blood was dripping down your arm. You opened the door and grabbed the kit. As you closed the door a hand stopped it. You froze as you looked at the person. You sighed. It was just Loki. “Hey Loki sorry you startled me a little.” You grinned. But you noticed that he wasn't looking at your face but at your arm. Shit! You thought. He took a step forward.  You glanced down “Loki I'm fine it's just a little scratch nothing serious!” He shook his head “y/n I can see it. It cuts through some muscle. That is a serious cut!” You had backed up to the bathroom door one step and you would be good. “It's nothing I can't handle! Just please don't tell anyone. I don't want them to know.” He nodded. “Promise?” You said. He nodded again. “Good.” You ran through the door and locked it. You heard a knock but you didn't care. You dropped the towel and sat down on the edge of the tub. You heard through the door “y/n please give me the sewing kit. I can fix you up.”  You pulled out a needle and slid the kit under the door. You pulled out some floss and threaded it through the needle. You flinched slightly when the needle punctured your skin. But besides that the patch up went well. You got dressed and bandaged your arm. Pulling the sleeve down you walked out of the bathroom...right into loki’s chest. He delicately took your arm and pulled up the sleeve. “How did this happen?” He asked. You pulled your arm away and started walking away while responding “it didn't, okay!?” You got in the elevator and the doors closed before Loki got there. When you got down he was there. You gasped “h-how?” He nodded to a door “stairs.” You pushed past him (which hurt because of the bruises and cuts) and went to join the avengers. You sat on your couch and Thor pulled Loki down next to him. You were looking at your hand when you happened to glance up and see that Loki was staring at you. Finally you couldn't take it anymore you looked straight at him and said “listen I know I'm ugly as fuck but didn't your mother teach you it was rude to stare?” You got up and stormed away so you didn't end up seeing loki’s astonished look on his face. You laid on your bed reading when you heard a knock at the door. Steve opened it and came and sat down by you. “Hey you okay?” You rolled your eyes “yeah I'm fine!” You said with a huff. He sat with you. He didn't know how bad your past was and he never asked. “I think I'm just tired, imma go to sleep” you said. Steve nodded and left closing the door. “Jarvis activate relax protocol.” Soon the sounds of music and a babbling brook lured you to sleep. 

     You woke up in your old room and walked out to see your mom and dad sitting at the table having pancakes. You sat down and were enjoying the peace when your mom got up. She walked behind your dad and pulled out a gun. You tried to warn him but no sound came out. The gun fired and your dad was dead. Your mom then grabbed you and dragged you to a room. She threw you against the wall. Your head was throbbing. Your mom walked over and pulled out a bat. “You never saw anything!” She yelled as she hit you, again and again. You had bruises forming and you were bleeding from the cuts that the bat had been made. You woke up in a cold sweat. You were breathing heavily. It's just a dream. You told yourself that until you fell back asleep. 

   The sun woke you up eventually and you saw a note that was slid under the door. It said 

     Y/n,

We got a mission and didn't have the heart to wake you. Loki is chained to the couch in the living room. We didn't want him to wander. We left the key on the counter if you want to unlock him. If you don't that's cool too. We left about four so he has been there since then. We might be gone for a couple of days so be careful. 

                                              Love, Nathasha

Shit! You thought shit shit shit shit! You raced down stairs. They were not kidding. He was in the full on chains from the mouthpiece down to the ankle piece. He looked miserable. You ran over to him and started to remove the chains. As you removed them you saw blisters had formed. You felt really bad. “How long have you been here?” You asked quietly as you removed the mouthpiece. He rubbed his jaw before he answered “they put me here before I woke up.” Your jaw dropped. “Let me fix you up.” You asked. “Let me fix you up first.” He shot back. Your eyebrows shot up. “Fine you first!” He got up and started to go to the med bay but you stopped him. “We are going to my room.” You said and he just nodded. You sat him down on your bed. “Take off your shirt.” You told him. “people usually buy me a drink first.” He said as he pulled up his shirt. You chuckled as you grabbed your first aid kit and a rag. You turned around and you gasped slightly. Loki was stronger than he looked. You turned around to hide your blushing face. You took a deep breath and faced him. Loki was now reading your favorite book. You walked forward and dipped the rag in some cleaning alcohol. You placed it on one of the blisters and Loki hissed “sorry! I should have warned you!” You said quickly. Your hand went up instinctively. You felt Loki's hand on your chin. you looked up. “It's okay y/n. I am fine. You didn't hurt me.” He gave you a sweet smile. You continued to clean his wounds and told him stories that you had read or heard when you were younger. After about an hour you were done. “That should do it. How does it feel?” You asked “it feels good. Now it's my turn to play doctor. Roll up your sleeve.” He replied. You sat down and pulled off your shirt. You had a tank top underneath so you knew it wouldn't be a big deal. Loki carefully peeled off the bloody bandage and inspected the would. “Ok I'm going to take out the stitches and clean the wound then I'll fix you right up.” He told you everything he was going to do before he did it. Once he finished he looked at you. He scanned your body and his eyes fell on each of your band aids. “May I?” You hesitated then responded “only if you watch what every movie I want with me until the team gets home.” He nodded and cleaned your cuts carefully. 

    When you both were done you went down stairs it was about 6:00 PM so you figured you would just order pizza. You got a half meat lovers quarter pepperoni quarter veggie. You set up the movie and grabbed the pizza. You went and sat down next to Loki. “What are we going to watch today?” He asked. You smiled and said “a childhood favorite. The Princess Bride!” You pressed play and you both watched the movie. 

Loki's POV

He didn't really care for the movie at first but he saw how happy it made you and decided to give it a chance. To his surprise he loved it! He loved the sword fighting the wrestling, the test of wits, the fire swamp, all of it. Y/N piped up “Loki? Would you mind grabbing me a Dr Pepper? It's in the grey box on the counter.” Loki thought for a second before a smile spread across his face and he replied with “as you wish.” The look on her face was priceless; she looked like a deer in headlights. She then blushed and looked down. He got up and gave her the drink. “Would you like some?” She asked “if you will offer.” Loki replied. She smiled and said “as you wish” as she placed the can to his lips. By the time the movie was over she had fallen asleep on loki's lap. This continued for a few days and by the time the avengers had come back Loki had seen all the Harry Potters, scooby doo, jaws, young frankenstein, what about bob, spaceballs, Monty python and the holy grail, naked gun, night at the museum, and what's up doc. This time they were watching dirty rotten scoundrels and she had fallen asleep on his lap again. Loki heard the elevator door open and the avengers voices. He turned around and held a finger to his lips. The avenger went quiet. “She left you there the whole time?” Thor asked, clearly worried. Loki shook his head and gestured to y/n he then whispered “she's asleep.” The avengers stared in astonishment at the sight.  And Loki just grinned. 

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Only You - Chapter 14

Title: Time Out

Summary: When a man who left the reader six years ago suddenly reappears on her doorstep, she does everything she can to stop herself from falling in love with him all over again. Little does she know that his seemingly brief return will open an entirely new chapter for both of them.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Tags: grieving!reader, fluff, sweet!Dean, small talk

Word Count: 3,430

(Gif not mine)

When you jerked awake the next morning, you were especially disoriented. It wasn't until you felt Dean's warmth beside you that you even remembered where you were. And it wasn't until you gave your brain a moment to catch up that you remembered that your mother was no longer alive. The thought left an aching hole in your chest, and you sighed, moving into a sitting position. Fresh tears stung your eyes, but you blinked them away, determined not to start the day crying. What time was it, anyway? The pale, watery dawn seeping through the window told you that you had slept through the night, which was surprising, but as for the amount of sleep you had gotten, you were still at a loss. It seemed almost silly to want so badly to keep track of such a trivial thing, but since everything else was falling apart, you were trying to line up the little things every chance you had. It would certainly help if you had any clue what time you had actually fallen asleep last night, but, of course, no such luck. Based on how you were feeling, it couldn't have been more than five hours, but that was still more than you had been expecting to get in the first place.

Subconsciously, you shook your head as you tried to gather the rest of your bearings. What now? You didn't have the slightest idea. Hiding out in this house with the Winchesters for the rest of your life wasn't an option, but yet again, you found yourself without a plan. You were beginning to wonder when that would stop happening. You felt clueless, and you hated that. The only thing you did know was that you had to do something about Isobel Gray. She had already hurt enough people and ruined enough lives. You would be damned if you let it happen to anyone else.

The blankets rustled quietly behind you as Dean began to stir, and you quickly forced your rising emotions down. He sat up, wrapping his arms around your torso, and you allowed your eyes to flutter close.

"Morning, sweetheart," he whispered before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "How are you feeling?" His gentle touch was more than welcome, and you leaned into it, taking comfort in him.

"Better. Not much," you admitted, "but better." That was all you could ask for, really. A light pressure had settled in your forehead just between your eyebrows as a parting gift from last night's stress.

"You look better," Dean nodded. Snorting, you glanced at him over your shoulder. You knew damn well that you still looked like shit.

"You're just trying to get on my good side." He fixed you with those bright green eyes, a sure sign that he was about to say something witty and charming.

"Babe, I'm already on your good side." Well, he wasn't wrong. You didn't miss the way his face lit up when you chuckled. In fact, you had your suspicions that that had been his goal the whole time.

"How is it that you're still able to make me laugh even when everything has gone to shit?" Dean smiled as he chucked you under the chin.

"It's a gift."

"It really is," you agreed. You knew he was joking, but having him with you helped immensely. Even since he had woken up only moments ago, you already felt better. Dean was the calm through the chaos, and he always made you feel like you could keep fighting, even if you were on your last leg. Turning in his arms, you rested your forehead against his. "I love you." He pressed his lips against yours with a tenderness that damn near had you melting into a puddle.

"I love you too." With a small sigh, you pulled yourself from his arms to reach for your phone, which said it was just after 6:00. In any other situation, you would have seriously considered going back to sleep. At this point, though, you were already wired.

"So, what are we doing today?" Dean carded a hand through his bedhead as the sunrise reflected in his eyes. In this lighting, you could see the handful of freckles sprinkled over his cheeks. When he caught you staring, one corner of his lips quirked up into a half-smile. God, he was fucking gorgeous.

"Well," he started, "I was thinking we could clean up first." You looked down at yourself, noticing that you were still covered with soot and some dried blood. Getting clean had been unthinkable last night with how exhausted you all were.

"I'm dying to wash up," you put in. Dean nodded.

"Me too," he said. "And then we can pop into town and grab some grub, maybe look for a new lead?"

"Perfect," you mused. "The sooner this is over, the better." Dean let out a reluctant groan as he pushed off the blanket and stood, wincing slightly as he did. Immediately, the doctor side of you took over. "How are your stitches feeling?"

"Sore," Dean answered. "Nothing I can't handle, though."

"I can help you wash up," you offered. "You shouldn't be getting those wet." He smirked at you.

"You sure you're not just trying to get me naked?" You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"Oh, please. If I wanted you naked, I would only have to ask."

"True," Dean remarked, "but if anything, I think I should be the one helping you. I can manage getting cleaned up on my own, but that hot water ain't gonna feel nice on your burns." Looking down at your hands, which were still bandaged, you couldn't help but sigh. He was right. There were still plenty of things you could do with your hands despite the burns, but dealing with hot water, soap, and shampoo didn't exactly sound pleasant. Plus, if he was offering...

"I wouldn't say no to some help," you caved. Dean picked up both yours and his duffel bags with ease, gesturing for you to go ahead of him.

"Lead the way." As you made your way down the hallway, you chuckled.

"I'm starting to think maybe you're just trying to see me naked," you teased. You heard Dean snort softly behind you.

"Sweetheart, I'm always trying to see you naked." Casting a glance of mock disgust over your shoulder at him, you were met with a shit-eating grin.

"Dream on." When you turned into the bathroom, you were stricken by how different it looked in daylight. The wallpaper was peeling away from the baseboards, and the tile was chipped in different places. "You go first," you insisted. "I can wait." Dean lifted an eyebrow.

"You sure?" You nodded. "I don't mind." He rinsed away the film of dirt and dust along the rim and bottom of the bathtub before filling it about a third of the way full with hot water. "Dean?" you asked as he stripped down.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you a question?" The man climbed into the tub, careful to make sure that the water level was low enough not to touch the covering of his stitches.

"Shoot," he encouraged. Chewing on your lower lip nervously, you swallowed. Even though the two of you had put your problems to rest, you still had questions.

"I'm not asking out of jealousy or anything like that," you assured as you sat on the rim of the tub at his side. "I'm just curious." Dean paused, bar of soap in hand, and looked over at you with a slight frown.

"I'm gettin' kinda nervous here, sweetheart." You swallowed again.

"During those six years, how many other women were you... with?" He let out a breath through closed lips, allowing his cheeks to puff up.

"Ah, jeez, Y/N. I don't know," he sighed. Dean went quiet for a moment, and the only sound was the movement of water as he ran the bar of soap over his skin. "Seven?" he finally said. "Six? No, seven." Dean shook his head before he spoke again. "After I left, I was a mess. I thought I was never gonna see you again, so I was using sex as a distraction. First couple of months after Sam and I got that damn demon, I slept around for a while," he revealed. "Had four girls in different states that I sort of kept on standby. I know that doesn't sound very gentlemanly of me, but it was a mutual agreement. Whenever I was in town, we'd see each other, spend the night together, and I was gone the next morning." That had pretty much been the answer you were expecting.

"How long did that last?" Dean shrugged.

"Little over two years.”

"Wow." He nodded.

"Yeah, it was a good run. Not necessarily one of my best decisions in life, but you know." The two of you returned to your comfortable silence for a few more minutes, and you thought maybe that was the end of it. "After that, there was this woman named Lisa," he started again, surprising you. "She and I spent a good amount of time together, but... I don't know. It just didn't feel right." Still wet, Dean reached over to take your hand, but you didn't mind. He smiled sweetly at you. "Nothing felt right if it wasn't you." You felt your heart do a small flop in your chest, and you couldn't help but blush. That was exactly how you had felt all that time. It was good to know he had always felt the same. "After that, the last two were just one-night stands that I hadn't been expecting. How about you?" he asked as he stood, toweling off. "Any sexual encounters I should know about?" You had to laugh a bit. The way he said it made your sex life when he was gone far more interesting than it actually was.

"Just one," you replied. Dean looked over at you in surprise.

"Really?" he questioned. "A gorgeous woman like you?"

"His name was Matt," you continued. "He was very sweet, actually." As Dean reached for clean clothes, you stopped him. "Hold on," you ordered. "Let me take a look at those stitches first." He obeyed, holding still as he let you peel away the gauze. They seemed to be holding up quite nicely, and his skin wasn't red, swollen, or hot to the touch, all good signs. "They're not infected," you announced. "But I still want to keep an eye on them, okay?" Dean gave you a lazy salute as he drained the water from the tub before filling it again, fuller this time.

"Yes, ma'am. Bath's ready for you." You gave him a grateful smile as he bandaged himself back up with fresh gauze. Usually, you weren't a bath person, but right now, you didn't have much choice. Besides, anything was better than sitting around smelling like smoke for the rest of the day. "So, what happened with Matt?" Dean inquired. You pulled off your clothes and slid into the tub, sighing in relief as the hot water soaked into your skin.

"I think it was three years after you left that Matt and I met," you remembered. "He was in my graduating class, and I had heard at some point that he had a thing for me. Eventually, he asked me out, and I said yes. We dated for a while after that." You leaned your head back to soak your hair into the water, Dean kneeling behind you at the back of the tub.

"How long?"

"A year and a half." He let out a low whistle as he began to massage shampoo into your scalp. It had been a long time since you had thought of Matt. In fact, you couldn't remember the last time he had crossed your mind. "He wanted me to marry him." You felt Dean freeze behind you. "I couldn't, of course," you continued. "I thought I loved him the way he loved me. I really did. But when it came down to it-"

"You didn't," Dean finished.

"No," you said quietly. Turning to face him, you gave a watery smile. "I come with a bit more baggage than I used to." Dean shook his head, regret written all over his face.

"I think you can blame me for that, sweetheart." You silenced him with a look as you pressed your palm against his cheek.

"I don’t blame you," you reassured. "You were protecting me, I was just too blind to see it." Dean gave a humorless laugh.

"Y/N, you weren't blind. You only saw what I let you see." You were both quiet for a while after that, lost in your own thoughts. Being here with him after so long made you realize that life had almost passed you by. You had both grown and changed so much over the past six years, but somehow, you were still a perfect fit for each other.

"Dean?" He helped you rinse the shampoo from your hair.

"Sweetheart?" Recalling how poorly you had treated him upon his return, you had to push away your shame.

"I know I didn't give you the warmest welcome at first," you said tentatively, "but I'm really glad you're back." Dean placed his index finger under your chin, angling your face back so he could kiss you.

"I'm just glad you didn't let me bleed out on your doorstep." You burst into surprised laughter, making him grin. "Oh, come on, you know you thought about it."

"Wha- I did not!"

As you had been expecting, getting cleaned up made you feel a lot better. Finally, you didn't smell like smoke anymore, and you weren't caked with blood or soot. It had been nice to sit in a hot bath, and even better to take care of something simple. Dean's hand rested on the small of your back as the two of you quietly made your way downstairs, trying not to wake Sam. The tall man was already awake, though, typing away on his laptop. He raised his eyebrows as you approached.

"You're up early," he remarked. You shrugged, taking a look around the house. Much like the upstairs bathroom, it didn't look so hot in daylight.

"Couldn't get back to sleep. How are your lungs today?" Sam gave you a grateful smile.

"They're okay. Thanks, Y/N." A small wave of relief went through you. That was one less thing to worry about. You bobbed your head in the direction of his phone in his hand. "Watcha up to?" Sam let out a sigh and scratched the back of his head.

"Nothing useful, unfortunately," he replied. "Just looking through the stuff that we already know in case we missed anything." While you appreciated his effort, you suspected it was futile. You already knew her real name and the address of her home. What else was there to find? Besides, even if he did find anything, none of you were exactly ready to track her down and go in guns blazing. As much as you wanted to get this over with, you still needed a minute or two to catch your breath. Dean grunted his acknowledgment.

"No luck?" Wordlessly, Sam shook his head, earning a sigh from his older brother, but you weren't the least bit surprised.

"Research was a lot more efficient with a laptop, but..." He left his sentence open-ended, and you nodded. All three of you had left your laptops in the house, so they were long gone.

"Well," Dean started again, "Y/N and I were thinking about heading out to grab some grub. You comin' with, or what?" At the mention of food, he looked up from his screen eagerly. Dinner hadn't been your top priority last night, and you had to say, you were feeling pretty hungry yourself.

"Yeah." He stood and shoved his phone in his back pocket. "Just let me wash up and change, and I'll be ready." When Sam went upstairs, you were stricken by how quiet everything was. It was unsettling. Having worked in a hospital for so long, you used to crave the moments of silence like this. Now, you couldn't stand them. Dean touched your arm, and it was only then that you realized he had been watching you.

"You okay?" You nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I'm good. Sorry," you said softly. "I just keep getting lost in my head is all." It wasn't like you to space out so often. Usually, you were very grounded, and for the most part, didn't let your thoughts get the better of you. The only exception to that statement was the man standing at your side. But the two of you knew that already.

"You don't need to apologize for that," Dean demurred. "I know you've got a lot on your mind. You let me know if you want to get some of it off your chest, okay?" You tried to give him your most convincing smile, but you could tell that it didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Thanks. I've been trying to keep it together, but it isn't as easy as that."

"Hey, you don't have to explain it to me." Dean sat, patting the spot on the floor next to him, gesturing for you to join him. With a small snort, you slid down the wall, sitting.

"I've tried to turn it off, believe me, I have. But no matter what I do, I just can't seem to-" The words died on your lips as you went cross-legged, causing something in your front pocket to poke you in the thigh.

"Y/N?" Dean's voice sounded far away as he said your name.

Even before your fingers wrapped around it, you knew what it was. A few months ago, you had lost the key to your mom's house. You thought you had checked all of your jean pockets when you had been looking for it, but apparently not. Your throat went dry as you pulled the object from your pocket. You didn't want to look at it. Looking at it made everything real. For a few moments, you could only stare down at your closed fist. Finally, you let out a shaky breath, opening it to yourself. There, in the palm of your hand, was your key to your mother's house. Memories began to flood through your brain, no matter how hard you tried to pushed them away. Hot tears trailed down your face as you squeezed your eyes shut, clutching the key to your chest. You swallowed hard to get past the lump in your throat.

"My mom is dead." The weight of the four words rested heavily on your heart, and the already-stifling silence became suffocating. It was real. It wasn't something you could push away anymore, no matter how much you wanted to. It had been your plan to grieve after the witch was dead. Grief didn't wait. You opened your mouth to speak again, but only a choked sob came out instead. Dean pulled you into him, rubbing your back soothingly as you cried into his shirt. "I have no family." Taking you by the shoulders, Dean looked you in the eyes with equal parts concern and sternness.

"Sweetheart, that's just not true," he said. He swiped a thumb over your cheekbone to chase away a tear. "I know you're hurting, but don't you for one second think you're alone in this. Sam and I may not be blood, but we're your family now." You sniffed heavily as he looked you in the eye. "And we're not goin' anywhere, okay? We're right here with you. Until the end." His words made you tear up again, and you found yourself squeezing the key in your hand even tighter.

"How do you do it?" you asked quietly. "How do you survive this?"

"You fight," Dean answered. "You let yourself heal, and you do every damn thing you can to make sure that you live another day." You nodded tearfully. "Hey." He chucked you gently under the chin. "You and I both know that's what your mom would want for you, right?" You blinked away a fresh round of tears. Your mom would definitely want that for you. She would be heartbroken if you just gave up because she was gone. From this day on, every battle you fought would be for her. Every blow you dodged, every punch you threw was for her. Determination replaced your grief as you nodded again.

"Right."

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