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mrsnancywheeler · 3 months

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andante, andante // finnick odair x f. reader

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request: could you write a oneshot where finnick and reader have always had a flirty relationship. the reader got taken and tortured by snow during the quarter quell, and she was brought to thirteen and when finnick sees her lots of fluff (and maybe smut?) ensues. i love your work, happy 700 followers!

warnings: smut, lots of it, there's some angst in the beginning Captiol related, confessions of feelings, hurt/comfort in the beginning, pnv, some degredation, teasing, use of good girl, unprotected sex, no use of y/n, unedited

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There was no energy left, not a single part of your body had any form of passion left. Long ago you'd grown immune to the effects that Peeta and Johanna's screams had once had on you, probably once the starvation and dehydration had kicked in. Not to mention when you were trying to fight off the rats you could swear where in your pitch black cell, sometimes you'd swear you saw other creatures as well, but you tried to tell yourself it was hallucinations.

So when the team from District 13 came to rescue you all, you desperately willed the energy to return. You couldn't see him like this, Finnick. Technically you were just friends, but your relationship hinged on the flirtatious, playful banter which you didn't know if you had anymore. You hadn't spoken in a while, maybe you wouldn't even recognize your voice, it's not like the Capitol had much information they could get out of you. No one had thought to inform you of the rebel plan, for a while part of you was terrified that Snow would just have you killed for not knowing anything, but you were kept alive.

You'd had endless time to spend, when you weren't hearing or seeing things in your hazy state, to think about Finnick. How you weren't sure if he felt the same way about you that you'd felt about him for years, but should've said something before all this. Wishing that before you surely died in the Capitol he would know you had always cared for him, loved him from afar. You'd rather die with your love unrequited, but known. Yet now you'd see him again and you hoped if there was a chance he had feelings for you that you were half the woman you once were.

Of course, once all the fluids the medics were pumping you full of had taken effect you'd probably feel some of the spirit you'd had return. The universe seemed to look down on you because the first feeling you did feel in full force was anxiety about Finnick. You'd heard whispers of his names from guards so you knew he wasn't dead, but hadn't a clue how he actually was. Maybe you'd made up the voices of the guards and he actually was dead, what a cruel fate that would be, but with the way your life seemed to pan out it wouldn't have shocked you. Although if he was alive it condemned you to living the rest of your life in silent adoration, but he was the only person you would ever do that for.

When you entered the District 13 base on that medical bed the next full force feeling hit, overstimulation. The only noise you had been used to in weeks were the cries of Peeta and Johanna which you'd learned to tune out regardless of how loud, and the occasional order from a guard or a whisper. The flurry of doctors ready to fully assess injuries, people standing around full of questions, all the chatter and noise had your hands flying up to cover your ears. It was too bright, too loud, the bed was rickety in the floors little bumps, and you actually longed to be back in the familiarity of the cell.

“Hey, you're okay, honey." A much softer voice, much closer, warms ringer delicately brushing the hands covering your ears. Finnick. Your eyes snapped open as you slowly observed him.

“Finnick?" Your voice was much quieter, scratchier than you'd remembered it, but he seemed to hear you just fine. His kind smile blessing you as he slowly nodded, the next emotion was relief. You hadn't cried in a while, no water to allow yourself, but the fluids must have been working miracles because you felt like there was a flood about to break through your tear ducts. “You're real right?"

His hand landed more firmly on yours, assuring you with his very real body heat. “I'm real, I'm right here with you." Slowly you moved your hands from your ears, forcing yourself to take deep breaths to handle the noise. He looked like he was going to cry, “God, I'm so glad you're okay!" Finnick's warm embrace surrounded you and it made you want to melt into him forever. “They kept sedating me because I was so worried about you."

It confused you, to hear him talking about worrying about you with so much passion, of course he'd consumed your every thought, but you'd doubted you would've been on his. “Oh, come on, you would've found someone else to banter with, Finn." The first laugh you'd had in so long forced itself out.

“Good thing that the only person I want to banter with is you, and here you are, pretty face and all."

There was a pause before your voice came out again, delicate like a flower petal floating on the waters. "I missed you.” It came out sounding more vulnerable then you'd intended, maybe even too fond and he'd pulled his arms away. Before you could retreat though you were shocked when his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft, and spoke a thousand words you could only ever wish to translate.

When he pulled away you could only stare at him stunned, he'd felt the same way you'd felt all along. “I'm sorry, I-" Before he could finish you pulled his face back in, kissing him, it was addictive, you could drown in his lips. “You know, it's rude to interrupt." He muttered out before kissing you again.

“Sorry." You weren't, there was no time to be when it was like you living in a dream. Maybe this was a dream, maybe you were back in the Capitol and had officially lost it, but the heat of his touch was too real for you to believe that.

“I've loved you for so long." Finnick's hand cupped your face which must have been burning up.

“Me too, I didn't think you'd ever even noticed me that way."

“How could I not have noticed my pretty, sweet girl that way?" His smile was so perfect it made you feel like you were floating. The doctors insisted on doing an official check up on you which Finnick stuck by you diligently for. Fluids and food was all you really needed besides further psychological evaluation, but there wasn't much time for that when apparently Peeta was turning out to be the biggest problem imaginable.

Finnick had sat by your hospital bed, slowly feeding you a soup that felt like the best thing you'd ever eaten with all the time you'd gone without a scrap. He filled you in on life in District 13, how much protocol there was, but it would be worth it to end all of this so you could be together. Apparently he'd been assigned his own compartment which he rarely used when the breakdowns hit, so he'd spent nearly every night sedated in the hospital wing.

Eventually the doctors agreed to let you take a shower, you'd still be sequestered to the hospital wing, but you were grateful for the chance to finally be clean. You could sense that Finnick hated that you would be out of his sight again, like the moment you walked away he would realize this was all a dream he was having that had slipped away under the cover of night. “Do you wanna come with?" You whispered to him as the medic on the other side took the IV out of your arm, “Somebody's gonna have to show me the way there."

“Can I?" He whispered back and hurt you to know that he'd been this hurt over you, that you'd both gone so long without a confession to the other.

You nodded slowly as you pressed a quick kiss on his lips and he smiled, maybe this wasn't a dream after all. Finnick guided you through the drab underground of District 13. It was stuffy, but you were overtaken by giddiness. The Finnick Odair was holding your hand, the Finnick Odair had meant every flirty comment he'd made, Finnick Odair loved you back, Finnick Odair wasn't just a dream you could never have, Finnick was here, Finnick was yours. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. And the final petal had determined he loved you.

He turned the water on for you and Finnick respectfully turned around so you could undress and get inside of it. Your heart swelled to think he missed you so much he would be content to just sit outside, to feel your presence in the room. The feeling of the water hitting your skin was a relief, to feel the grime being washed away. It was lonely though, to think of him patiently waiting for you, how long he's waited to know you were safe, how long he'd waited for you to confess. “Are you gonna make me be alone in here?” You cringed at the way no matter how quiet your voice was it seemed to echo.

You'd hid behind the curtain, so you didn't have to confront the question. Maybe he didn't want to, but you'd also thought he just wanted to flirt as friends. The curtain swept to the side as he peeked his handsome face in, eyes glued to your face. "Not if you need my help, honey.” You would've sworn the way he said those endearments always made butterflies flutter in your stomach, even if it was something you'd felt guilty about when he initially began using it.

The hot water should have relaxed your muscles, but staring at his perfect, handsome face was making you feel a similar sensation that you despised. Whether he knew it or not, the sound of his voice, the things he'd say, and that smile of his all did unimaginable things to you. Things you'd felt guilty for when the fantasies flashed in your mind. He'd been your friend, so it must've been wrong to imagine him with his hands between your legs. Now though, he wasn't just your friend, and the feeling was back. “Maybe I do." It was embarrassing, but just being by his body would help you or maybe it would make the feeling worse, but you didn't care.

He grinned at you and disappeared for a few seconds before he'd opened the curtain again, slipping into the shower. “What do you need my help with, sweet girl?" Now you'd have to come up with something, you tried not to let your eyes trail over his body, he wasn't looking anywhere but your face. But it was hard when it felt like some tingling part of your body was now controlling your actions.

“Can you help me clean myself off?"

"Of course, honey.” He went to grab the shampoo bottle, eyes never ducking down. Part of you wanted him too though, so that this felt less like a dirty fantasy.

"You can look at me, you know? I won't bite, unless asked, promise.” You tried to sound like it was playful, soft and he laughed.

"Yeah, sorry, I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable either." You reassured, “I'm not making you uncomfortable though, am I? If I am-" One of his hands grabbed yours making you pause.

“You're not making me uncomfortable either, you're okay." His sweet smile made you feel more than just like melting, you hoped the wetness pooling between your thighs wouldn't be noticeable in the water. Finnick softly turned you around to wash your hair, he was so particular, taking his time and the feeling of his breath on your neck, clever fingers in your hair. It was so calming, “This okay, honey?" You could only hum in approval as his hands moved so delicately across your scalp. Your brain so easily fell into an easy blissful state as you let his hands move your head with ease. He finished with your hair soon enough and was moving onto washing your body. You shuddered when he carefully pushed your hair off the back of your neck, “You sure you're okay?”

"Yeah.” It comes out more strained than you'd meant it to and you pray he's not put off by it, which he doesn't seem to be as his hands keep trailing downwards. He's soaped and rinsed you off, moving you with so much care that you wish you could absorb each second of it, but you're trying to leave the moment. If you let yourself think about it you're sure you'll give yourself away with the way you'd be responding to his touch. Then it's nearly impossible when he's washing your face, his hands seem like they were perfectly meant to hold your face and suddenly so do his lips when he's kissing you again. Instantly you're pulling him in closer, basically inhaling whatever he gives you. Then you're pausing when his hands start slipping down the small of your back.

Much to your chagrin he pulls away, pausing his hands descent, as he looks at you, “Are you okay with this?" He asks, his eyes speak depths on how much he cares. You nod trying to lean in again, but he leans back, “Need to hear you say it, sweet girl."

"Yes, Finn.” It's barely audible, but he rewards you by kissing you again. Fingers continuing their trail down your back, grazing over nerves that make you shiver. His hands finally land on your hips and you can barely breathe, but you won't let yourself pull away from his lips. They're too addictive and you're too scared you'll wake up to realize you never left the Capitol. And then his hands are slipping lower, your thighs pressing together.

His hands are slowly spreading your legs apart and you let them. Whimpering into his lips when his fingers start tracing over your pussy. His lips pull away and you whine more, even if it gives you a chance to gasp for air. “You're dripping, sweet girl, I haven't even done anything. I bet…” Finnick trails off and you gasp when the tips of two of his fingers are lightly pushing into you. You're instantly clenching around them and he's smirking. “Were you gonna tell me I was making you this dizzy?" You hum out something incoherent when his other fingers start rubbing you. “Seems like someone doesn't know how to use her words, sweet girl, I just have to look at her and understand how needy she is…” He kisses your neck, "Doesn't tell me she feels the same way about me, I have to do it.” Another kiss to another sensitive spot and you gave up on any idea of suppressing the wanton sounds you're making now. He was rubbing you faster now, “Someone's gonna have to teach you to use your words, like a good girl. Not today though."

"Finn-” You moaned out, head tilting back. "Need you, need you so bad. Need you inside me.” You clenched around the tips of his stationary fingers and he thrusted them upwards, the sound you let out was guttural with shock.

“You sure you can take me, sweet girl? Want me to split you open instead of helping you open?" He sounded condescending as he kept moving his fingers inside of you as you whined, before letting out another moan as he slipped a third finger in you.

“Don't care, Finn, don't care if it hurts, need you cock in me. Please, please, please.”

He slipped his fingers out and your eyebrows scrunched together as you whined, he was opening your mouth with his fingers soaked in your juices. “You're my pretty little cock slut aren't you? Gonna let me break you on my cock?" You sucked his fingers in confirmation, licking off your own juices and he smirked. “Did you fantasize about me? Were you not able to tell me how you felt because you were too busy making yourself dumb thinking about my cock?" You nodded, moaning as his other hands began making even more aggressive circles. His hand titled your head up, “If you want my cock, then you're gonna tell me what you thought about when you were fucking yourself stupid."

It was hard to form words when you wanted to do nothing but whine at the pleasure rushing through your body, "You, I thought about how much I wanted you-” Your head fell back when his circles got rougher and then was forcing your head back up, "Wanted you inside of me, touched myself thinking about, oh my god, Finn, please I can't it's too much, wanna cum when you're inside me.”

He was quiet for a second before sighing, “When you beg like that how am I supposed to refuse you anything? Just because my sweet girl just got back to me and must be being so brave, using her words like that. But you're not getting out of it next time, honey." Finnick removed his hand and you let out an involuntary whine.

"Thank you, Finn.” You said breathily as he finally lined himself up with your entrance. “Already so close."

“So needy." He clicked his tongue as he started pushing into you, you clawed into his back. “Jump." You obeyed and he hoisted you up, legs wrapping around his waist. Trying not to hit at his back when caused more of him to push in, but you couldn't stop yourself from the scream you let out when he carefully pushed your back against the shower wall and he bottomed out in you. “So tight, this pussy was made for me, feels so good." He groaned, “Can I move?"

“Please, you're so deep in me, feels so good. Wanna be yours, Finn, want you to do what you want with me." His face planted itself in between your neck and shoulder and you could feel him smiling into your skin.

“You're so sweet, honey." Then he was moving again and you were instantly crying out, “Everyone's gonna find us if you keep this up, know you're mine now." At your insistence he let himself be fast, pound in and out of you as you tightened around him.

Finnick moved a hand up to protect your head as he thrusted recklessly into you. It felt like an eternity of his perfect noises and seeing stars with each movement, you were so grateful that it was your cunt making him groan like that, that he wanted to be inside of you. “Oh my god, Finn, I'm gonna come."

“Good girl, come undone on my cock, sweet girl. Wanna look at your pretty face when you let go for me.” You could've sworn that you'd left the planet when he brought you past the edge. He must have felt it too because your ecstasy doubled when you felt him releasing inside of you, how full you were of him.

You don't know how long you stayed like that, listening to each other's breathing, but nothing had ever felt so perfect. “They're gonna wonder what happened to us." You eventually let out a breathy laugh and he nodded into your shoulder. He tapped your leg and you unhooked them from around his waist. Feet falling onto the cold tiles below.

“Good, I've got to make up for lost time." He kissed your forehead before finally pulling out of you and you hated how empty you felt without him. Finnick pressed his forehead against yours and you watched the steam from the water gather around him, “I should've told you sooner, if you hadn't been okay and here with me again, I don't know if I could've lived with myself knowing you never knew I loved you." And the way he kissed you sealed your fate, you would forever be making up for the times that neither of you confessed to how hopelessly you adored each other and you would relish every moment of it.

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thank you for reading! I'm going to try and get chapter two of the river out before I do the next request, working on scheduling these each out! if you enjoyed it feedback is always appreciated, comments, likes, reblogs, and my asks/requests are open! thank you again and love you all 💋

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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When you kneel against them but for a different reason

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Crack, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Suggestive content, mentions of giving head but only mentions, implied throat fucking

Word Count: 0.8K

A/n: Saw a Haikyuu version of this and said why not? :)

↳Osamu Dazai

This bitch

He's so full of himself, always teasing you whenever he gets a chance

It's time for the tables to turn :D

You were looking for a chance to give him a taste of his own medicine, and when you see him standing up to get himself a bottle of soda from the agency's fridge, You follow him trying to act all oblivious and innocent.

So when he takes the soda out and turns around, he's faced with your sweet but perhaps naughty smile, as you slowly kneel in front of him while your eyes are locked with each other.

A grin appears on his face, and he puts the soda back in the fridge without even turning his back to you.

"My my belladonna! I didn't know you were this greedy for my attention. But shouldn't we wait till we're in private?"

He bends a little just to gently rub his thumb on your bottom lip, and that's when you tilt your head to the side, and look at him pretending to be dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about Osamu? I'm just hiding from Kunikida because I accidentally spilled coffee on his paper!"

Yeah, sure; for fucks sake.

Dazai stares at you for a few seconds with a shocked impression, then his smirk becomes slyer. "Oh? Is that so?" "Yeah! Why? What were you thinking?" "Ha!"

Lmao

His hand reaches out for you again, but landing on your hair this time, caressing it softly.

"Well played Bella, well played; now let's go somewhere more private so you can hide from Kunikida properly; perhaps the storage room? I mean, Kunikida will be even more displeased if he catches us like this and we don't want that, do we?"

Congratulations! You have got yourself a Throat fucking session🚶🏻‍♀️

↳Atsushi Nakajima

You played this prank on him at the mall cause you know his not into sex in public and even the idea will make him a blushing mess.

So when you take a look at yourself in the mirror wearing the jeans Atsushi suggested you to try on, you though of this as the perfect opportunity and call out to him.

"Honey? Will you come here for a sec?" "Inside? ok..."

The next thing you hear is A Small rap on the door and him asking if he can come in, and after getting your approval he slowly walks in, shutting the door behind him as he smiles at how much that jean looks good on you.

"So? What do you think?" You spin around just to give him a proper view of your hips that were even more explicit now that you were wearing that tight pants, and it made him wonder what would you do if he'd unintentionally rip those gorgeous pants apart?

Since Atsushi is a pure man, he decided to keep his dirty thoughts for when you too become alone, but the poor guy has no idea that you have other plans for him.

When you notice how worked up he was from that one move you made, you knew it was the perfect time. So you slowly take a steps toward him, and finally kneel againts him while forming your lips into a sly smirk.

Oh boy he's shocked🚶🏻‍♀️

"y-y/n? right now? I- " He looks so flustered while uttering these words that you cant help but to feel bad for him; but as you all know, pranksters don't back down.

But the thing is that he didn't straightforwardly say no🚶🏻‍♀️

"Right now what? I'm just trying to see how stretchable the jeans can be!"

Congratulations you have successfully broke the man :D

He's so embarrassed. Sooooo sooooo much embarrassed.

Literally just avoids your gaze as he mumbles "O-ok, then I'll be outside w-wating for you to finish" and leaves immediately, covering his face from the blush that was starting to spread out on his skin.

Please give him the head he deserves when you get home (^人^)

↳Chuuya Nakahara

He's dangerous I personally don't recommend this🚶🏻‍♀️

But for the sake of our evil minds let's go.

You see this park on tiktok when you see him going straight to the shower after coming home from a really long day at work, you kinda feel bad about doing it but not enough to let you back down 🚶🏻‍♀️

So when he comes out of the shower and goes to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine; you slowly approach him; and when he looks at you curiously, you suddenly fall on your knees wearing that dirty, familiar smile.

Oh boy

His lips curls up into a smirk as he take a sip of his wine, and bits his bottom lip.

"You always know what I need, don't you doll? You're so g-" "Found it!"

You excitedly show him the ring he bought you for your birthday and chuckle. "I was so worried Chuu! I thought I lost it! You know how much I love- Why are you looking at me like that?!"

The dude is stunned help.

His face heats up from humiliation as he gives you a death stare and avoids your gaze.

"What?" "Nothing" "Omg Chuuya did you think-" "I said nothing y/n!"

You know what to do if you wanna wipe that pout off his face ;)

Reblogs are appreciated :>

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kristsingto · 3 months

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#krist perawat #sotus the series #sotus #be my favorite #i’m tee me too #hack the jungle #idk how to tag im not doing all those #Yes. i am aware i snuck an advertisement character in here

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lexi0widow · 11 months

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Hi if your taking requests could you do pre!spray Jeremiah fluff headcanon like how he would be with his lover

Of course i can do that for you honey 🫶🏻🫶🏻

PRE! SPRAY JEREMIAH VALESKA x GN!READER

We all love Pre spray Jeremiah lets be real

He works like a lot so you’re probably gonna need to pull him away from his work

When hes not working he loves spending time with you!

He likes to go on dates wether it’s spoiling you to a fancy dinner or just staying in with you

He loves spending money on you

Since he works a lot i’m guessing that his love languages would be gift giving and words of affirmation

Loves cuddling with you!

Hes probably the littke spoon because sometimes he just wants to be held

Will happily lay on your chest whilst you play with his hair

If you do any sort of skin care PLEASE make him do it with you

he won’t be too sure at first but you two will have such a fun time

giggling about what each of you look like with facemasks on

Literally everytime you’re with him you two are making core memories

You both lie in bed at like 3am and talk about memories, what yoy two should do and just life in general

If you’re ever sad he is a great listener and even better at giving advice

He’ll ask you your opinion about whatever hes working on

If he ever gets home from work and you fell asleep wating for him he would be so sweet about it

He’d pick you up and take you to bed before getting into his pajamas and joining you

FOREHEAD KISSES

Hes a forehead kisser 🤷‍♀️

Idk he just looks like he would

Trying on his glasses

Just because

Hes not fond of it but he can’t say no to you

I hope this is okay for you anon <3 thank you so much for the request!!

#jeremiah valeska x reader #valeska twins #jeremiah valeska #pre spray jeremiah #gotham x reader #edward nygma #jervis tetch #jonathan crane #oswald cobblepot #gotham #batman #batfamily #valeska brothers #jerome valeska #x reader #gotham fluff

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bitchsister · 9 days

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i can’t stop thinking about gale and bucky dp’ing curtis. i’ve been so sad they never got to do this in eat your young. in my mind it’s exactly what they all need

You diiiiiirty rascal, you.

It took me three days to write this because I had to take a break here and there.

I’ve combined this ask with one I got very shortly after. (Same anon?? Hmmm!?!?! 👀👀👀)

I thought it just made sense to put them together.

THIS IS A LUCKY CHARMS AU PROMPT.

I did think about doing this as an EYY prompt, and could do that again later too if anon would like!! For me, it made sense to pair these two requests up with the LC AU instead of EYY.

Also @swifty-fox is to blame for like half of this even though I planned to do it all before they said anything idc I’m blaming them still.

don’t read if you’re not absolutely LOCKED IN for:

feminization of Curt, double penetration, crying, whining, getting a lil snotty over your boyfriends fucking you absolutely stupid, daddy is used once or twice, pet names like honey, darlin’, baby, Gale and Bucky adoring Curt like he created the universe even though he is Head Brat in Charge.

Reminder : This is Yoyo’s first time writing dp. She does not know what she is doing :-) ever :-)

Andiamo!

Curt was getting used to spending Bucky’s money — and he wasn’t shy about it, either.

In the beginning Curt used to send a text, at the very least, about a sweater he liked, or a journal he wanted from the coffee shop Gale frequented on his coffee and matcha runs for the two of them while they hammered away at case files and court hearings.

Those days were over, though.

A trip to the mall before going over to Bucky’s for the weekend would prove as much.

She’s goddamn beautiful, Bucky commented on an actress in the movie they watched the night before and for whatever reason, that had stuck with Curt.

He thought, in the back of his mind, if Bucky wanted to fuck a girl then he mind as well, but Curt would scamper around in a skirt he bought with Bucky’s money to taunt him for it first.

It was obnoxious, the skirt. The lace. The tule that ruffled the edges and the playboy crop top he bought.

He dressed himself in a fit of giggles, hardly able to look himself in the mirror once he was all finished so he instead trekked to Bucky’s study where he and Gale were thumbing through piles of law books to figure out if their tactics would even hold up in court.

“Hey, darlin’.” Bucky greeted the familiar noise of Curt entering the room without looking up from the book in front of him, but Gale had.

“Johnny,” Gale grumbled at the sight, his lungs squeezed dry of every ounce of oxygen left inside them. “Might wanna look at this.”

Curt stood proudly beside the window he usually did, a lollipop in his cheek and a joint in his hand as he bashfully turned his gaze toward the two of them, giving them that infamous “What?” As if he’d been wearing his usual cut offs and a baggy tee.

“What’s this?” Bucky murmured, sighing loudly as he sat back in his chair, leather squeaking beneath him.

“What’s what?”

“Curtis..”

Curt shrugged a singular shoulder and plopped down by the window, looking down at his collection of books and acting as if he could focus hard enough to pick one he’d pretend to read.

Bucky and Gale had been more the generous with their time these days — giving Curt all the attention he could ever want; fucking him pink, sweaty and sleepy enough so they could buy themselves a couple hours of uninterrupted silence to hammer in the last few nails of their work.

It was understood between the three of them their dynamics.

Curt was in the midst of his summer break and hardly had an interest in a summer job. Instead, he’d spend his days with Bucky and Gale going to dinner or getting fucked in the pool, in the tub, or over the island in the kitchen.

Others, he’d go out to the farm to visit his mother Ruthie. It was his own little getaway where he’d plant wild flowers and drive their little boat in the fresh spring water.

He loved Bucky, and he loved Gale, but all three of them knew their lives were on different paths.

That didn’t mean they weren’t meant to be — no.

If you were to ask Curt if he’d rather be doing anything else with his life, he’d say he’d rather die.

Bucky was so in love with Curt it sometimes made him feel ill and Gale just the same, though he repressed his feelings so far down into his gut that he was unsure he could bring it up without being sick.

It was too much to fathom, too much to think about.

So he didn’t.

Nobody did.

What was the point, when something like this could rock up into Bucky’s study without a forewarning or a text?

“Stop lookin’ at me like that.” Curt grinned, sitting the way he usually did but this time he was wearing a skirt with no underwear beneath it. Just crossed legs, and lips alternating between a cherry lollipop, a joint, and mouthing off as usual.

“C’mere.” Was all Gale had to say, his voice steady and his gaze locked on Curtis whose cheeks flushed pink. He liked when Gale used his voice, which he was getting so much better at as of late.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I said.”

Curt huffed and sat up slowly from where he’d been slouching, the book he’d been staring at clapped closed once he stood and flattened out the skirt that hiked further up with each step toward them.

At times, it was a hard balancing act, but Bucky never minded sharing with Gale and only Gale, who had never once complained about watching if he was put in such a position — however, he’d lately been so hands-on that it was hard to imagine himself sitting idly by while Bucky had all the fun.

“Where’d you get this?” Gale asked, reaching forward to tug at the skirt that Curt wore confidently, but seemed shy in. “Spending Daddy’s money again?”

Curt nodded slowly, slipping himself into Gales lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, joint held to Gales lips who reluctantly took a hit.

It was game over.

“He said he liked one of ‘em pretty actresses in that movie we watched last night.” Curt made himself comfortable in Gales lap, the joint between his teeth again as he hummed. “I think I’m prettier, so I thought I oughta show ‘em.”

His knees were scabbed from the farm and his shins bruised from drunken nights with his girlfriends at the college bars, who knew how to fucking put ‘em back.

A tomboy, through and through, but he looked so pretty this way.

Curt could pull off anything.

Bucky snorted anyway, nursing the whiskey he’d had lying around for hours now by his side as he watched Curt drape himself over Gale and feed him more smoke via his own lungs and mouth, “She’s conventionally attractive, Curt. Universally.” He waved his pen, “She wasn’t even wearing a skirt.”

Curt’s cheeks burned bright red, his thighs spread over Gales once he turned in his lap. No longer was he concerned about acting prudent, or modest. He was nothing of the sort. “You don’t think I look pretty?”

Both Gale and Bucky uttered out the loud hums in the very back of their throats; the ones Curt could recognize from anywhere and would know exactly what they meant. “Too fuckin’ pretty.” Bucky concluded in a whisper, watching Gale’s palms flatten over Curt’s mid-summer tanned thighs that already quivered with aching anticipation.

He’d gone and riled himself up more than he’d ever realized, but Bucky and Gale were not so far behind him. “Put him on the desk for me, Gale.” Bucky waved his fingers and Gale was quick to obey, just as eager to please as Curt could ever be.

He stayed behind Curt once he was sat upon Bucky’s desk, his chin resting on his shoulder to look down at his body — his pink nipples, his soft belly and the skirt that hardly covered his thighs and his cock that had began begging for any bit of attention.

“Wait,” Curt slapped his hand over Bucky’s chest to keep him at a close distance while his other pulled Gale closer, drawing him further into Bucky until they were face to face over the desk with Curtis between them. “Give Galey some lovin’.” He demanded, but his voice was soft and so sugary sweet.

It was only recently that Gale and Bucky had broke the third wall; sharing kisses, swapping spit or Curt’s cum they couldn’t bear the thought of tasting by themselves, always so eager to share with each other — Curt wasn’t shy about wanting to explore that need to share a bit deeper, pick and dig at the brains that have wanted to make such advances for years but never knew how.

Their kisses were sloppy, wet, uncoordinated but Curt relished in watching Gale learn how to he loved by a passionate man rather than the hand of a distracted woman who’d rather be doing anything else.

He watched them touch, kiss, lick, bite until he could hardly keep himself still. “Okay,” he whispered, shoving at their chests. “My turn now.”

“Sorry,” Bucky murmured through a chuckle once he’d pulled away from Gale who groaned at the sudden loss, his eyes cracking open to soak up the sight of Curt panting between them with his legs spread wider and waiting. “Galey tastes so much like you right now.”

Weed, cherry, sickly sweet.

Gale hadn’t even minded the fact that Bucky may or may not have been licking the saliva out of his mouth just because of said reason — all he cared was that he had the two of them, and always would.

The details hardly mattered.

Until whenever the day came that they did.

“Shouldn’t be tellin’ us what to do, anyway.” Gale grumbled as he sucked a little red mark into Curt’s collarbone from where he stood, gripping his thighs to spread them as Bucky pressed himself closer on his front side. “Look at yourself.”

Curt smirked once he lifted his thighs, his feet covered in thigh highs spread apart. “Yeah, look at me.” He sighed, as if Gale had made a valid point.

No, a year ago he never would have imagined himself in such a position, wearing a skirt while he spread his legs for two judicial professionals who’d both earned prestigious titles in their respectful fields — but there he was, and there he ought to stay, for as long as they’d have him.

“So, what’s the angle?” Bucky asked through a smirk as he pressed his palms to the back of Curt’s thighs, his knees drawn closer to his chest. “Exactly where did you think this would land you, Curtis?”

A grin was shot back at him once Curt had reached up to grip onto Gale’s biceps. “Mmm.. Somewhere like this.” He panted, his half-lit and almost forgotten about joint still dangling from his lips.

Both Gale and Bucky had rid themselves of their clothing faster than Curt could even register, his hands left briefly to palm between his legs and hike up further the pink skirt that hardly covered anything anymore. “I wanna try it again.” He blurted, his own needy little fingers already working to fuck himself open and get ahead of the process, which last time had failed so miserably.

Curt wanted so badly to feel both Gale and Bucky at the same time — and what better way to bring the three of them closer, he wondered.

No amount of lube or sweet talk could get Curt to relax, too riled up after he’d returned to Bucky’s for the weekend after boxing practice with a bloodied cheek from a misstep and sweat still damp in his hair. Too much adrenaline, still. Gale had rationed when he simply couldn’t fit. Please, no, Galey. Please, please, please. Keep trying. Curt had begged, though he was in tears from their efforts.

“Curt,” Gale whispered, already afraid just he could split him apart on his very own at times. “I don’t think it’s even possible.”

Curt wasn’t taking that for an answer and Bucky knew as much to be the truth, already warming lube between his fingers with a grin. “We can try.” John nodded, looking to Gale as to soothe him and his nerves. Despite how he may act at times, or how he may look, Curt was a big boy who could handle his own. “Second you start crying again is when we stop.”

It wasn’t on purpose — and it wasn’t so much the pain that had caused the tears, but the frustration he felt with his own body for not cooperating.

Thankfully, not a lick of adrenaline had hit his nervous system that day unless you considered the little bit he got from swiping Bucky’s card to buy knee highs, a skirt, and an overpriced playboy top.

Curt nodded in understanding nonetheless, his own fingers that desperately worked themselves between his cheeks replaced by Bucky’s instead — warm, thick, and so familiar. “Fuck,” a whimper dribbled from his lips once he was easily maneuvered to sit over Gales thighs again after he’d circled the desk.

He pressed his back into Gale’s chest, grinning up at him as he moaned through the joint that had finally put itself out. Gale had removed it to discard nearby in one of Bucky’s desk ashtrays littered only with the filters left from Curt’s morning and midday study or magazine flipping joints which had freed his lips to be kissed and bitten by Gale.

Curt gasped, his neck craned upward to catch the kisses Gale was showering upon him while Bucky worked himself into the little body that could already feel him in its belly, full just from one and eager to take on another. “Such a pretty baby,” Gale murmured breathily, holding Curt into position by the backside of his thighs, folded in half in his lap as Bucky slammed his hips into Curt’s ass. “Already so tight around Daddy, you’re too little to take two.”

“Uh-uh,” Curt argued, his cheeks burning red hot and his skin sticky with sweat already. “I can d— fuck,” he reached up again to grab onto Gale’s biceps, gazing at Bucky who was so full of love and adoration, looking at him the same way he did his expensive paintings. “I can do it.”

Bucky’s hips slowed then, watching intently at his cock as it disappeared with each careful thrust while Gales hung heavy and needy.

He nudged Gale upward carefully before he lined their cocks up together, stroking both as if they’d already merged into one somehow.

Their hips found a rhythm once Gale stood and held Curt to his chest by his thighs, Bucky being the anchor he latched onto once he was wedged between them, taking both of their cocks at once with a little encouragement and a ton of luck, just like he said he would, yet nobody could utter a word just yet besides the sputtering, whimpery mess Curt had suddenly become with the hem of his skirt pulled up and clenched between his teeth.

Though it was difficult, Gale and Bucky had made it a point to go slow.

“Fu- uuck,” Curt panted while Bucky cooed at him, the feeling of Gales cock so close and tight against his own and the familiar warmth of Curt around both of them was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

Like nothing he’d ever imagined.

“Look at you,” Bucky recognized the Curt in front of him, his jaw unhinged and his eyes glassy and trying so hard to focus, but hadn’t seen him quite this gone in some time. “You’re doin’ so good.”

Gale’s gaze had landed on Bucky again, needy and wanting and waiting as he huffed little breaths of oxygen from his lungs. “You should see Galey’s face, Curt. Makin’ him feel so fuckin’ good, honey.” Bucky pressed a few sloppy kisses to Gales lips that were starting to taste more like him again.

Spearmint, matcha, little wooden toothpicks.

“Takin’ us both like this.”

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet to us, Curtie.”

“Look at you, baby. Takin’ cock like you were born for it.”

A sight for sore eyes, the few little wet spatters on Curt’s belly from his own leaking cock caught Bucky’s attention. “Look how wet you are.”

Curt had bounced back and forth from panting and moaning to choking back little sobs that made his chest heave and shudder, cheeks splotchy, pink and covered in hot wet tears, nose stuffy and sniffling. “I-I told ya I could do it.” He hiccuped through what sounded to be a sob, but his expressions had shown not one bit of pain.

Both Gale and Bucky had remembered their deal earlier about the tears but this felt too fucking good to let go of, even despite the big fat stream that trickled down from Curt’s pretty blue eyes and to his chest once Gale had stripped him of his clothing, skirt and all. “Oh, sweet baby.” Bucky moaned, “Does that feel good?”

A wild string of yesyesyes’s was fucked out of him, his core rattling with each draw of oxygen back into his lungs that felt like they’d begun to bleed.

He felt so full of them, the sensation nestled deep into his belly — he couldn’t stop the wave of emotions that ripped right through him, whining and whimpering, hardly able to muster even a squeal through it all and so instead it came out in a continuous swirl of gentle weeping.

Dontstopdontstopdontstop, pleasepleaseplease, Curt wailed amidst the cacophony of beautiful skin against skin, thick, breathy moans, and more wet kisses shared between Gale and Bucky who were closer now than they’d ever been before, even including their college days.

Bucky licked into Curt’s mouth that simply couldn’t stay shut, and then Gale had leaned forward to do just the same.

By now, Bucky had learned Gales tell for how close he was to tipping right over the edge. “M’gonna — fuck -“ he mouthed at the dip in Curt’s shoulder, mostly tongue and so very gentle I’m-in-love-right-now-but-I’d-rather-die-than-admit-it kisses. “Gonna make me come, baby.” Gales voice had gone deeper than ever before, a low growl mixing with the same one Bucky had huffed back at him.

“Y’gonna be full of it, just like you wanted.”

Curt sobbed between them, but rocked his hips harder against the two, “Faster,” he begged, though he looked in no shape to be requesting such a thing. “Please — faster - please fuck me faster.”

He was in no mood for Gale or Bucky to scold him for bad manners.

A swirl of pretty pinks, yellows, blues and greens.

Tan skin, the smell of them, the sound of the fountain in the pool trickling outside the open window by his usual spot.

His body had hardly been his, then.

Used by Bucky and Gale beyond its limits until everything became warm, wet, and sticky. He was filled with it, covered in it, licking it from his fingers and from Gales mouth once he’d been plopped onto the leather of the couch in the study, peppered in kisses as his vision blearily came in and out of focus from the exhaustion that crept up on him, Bucky wiping him clean with a wet wash cloth from the adjoining bathroom while Gale smoothed his hair away from his eyes.

“Told ya I could do it.” Curt whispered through the hiccups that still wracked his lungs that struggled to catch an even breath.

{ these keep getting longer and longer pls put a muzzle on me }

#💌#I can’t add on and edit this any longer #get it away from me. just take it #curtbucky #Curtbuckygale #masters of the air #yoyo writes #lcau

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Family don't end in blood - chapter 6

Summary: The vacation is over and Y/N heads back to Vancouver with Jensen. However, one of the Ackles has made it their mission to have Y/N come back, and some talks lead to some secrets unraveling, despite Y/N not wating to get attached...

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count: 5,800 and some change

Warnings: Kids are too adorable for their own good, mentions of abuse (not graphic by any means but SKIP IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU), hints of depression, Jensen is a sweetheart

A/N: This one has all the feels!

Your stay at the Ackles had come to an end. You would definitely lie if you said you didn't enjoy the time you spent here. Even though your nightmares didn't give you much rest, being around kids reminded you of the fact that there's still some kind souls that will love you just for who you are and won't ask anything in return for their love. Even though you will probably not be as lucky to meet someone your age with a soul as kind as theirs, it still warmed your heart. This world needs more souls as kind as theirs and you hope life will be good to them.

It hurt you to know that you probably won't be coming back. You were getting attached, and you didn't like it. You had to put an end to it. It might trigger a shit show but you can't get attached to a family. A perfectly normal family like this one doesn't need a fuck-up like you closer than arms length. No family should have anything to do with you. You were better off on your own. With nobody breathing on your neck and the freedom to do whatever you want. Having Jensen's household in peace without you is the card you wanted to play. JJ didn't like you from the very beginning and you didn't want to get in her personal space. You never found out if her strange behavior is related to bullies, as she never said anything after numerous of talks she had with both Jensen and Danneel. Even Jared tried to approach her, but she didn't crack. You sincerely hoped she was telling the truth and she didn't have a bully or two up her ass.

And this weird feeling you started developing few days before you flew to Austin for fall break, it never washed off. You thought it must have been your nerves dancing around since you're going to stay at someone else's home and you didn't want to invade their personal space. But even after coming and settling, the feeling didn't go away. It sent you spiraling down the rabbit hole, the one you're still trying to climb out of. And just when you took some small steps, the nightmares mixed with this terrible feeling in your gut set you further back. You felt like something really bad was going to happen, and you kept praying that whatever it is, walks around Jensen and his family.

You got attached.

And you didn't like it.

To say that Zeppelin was sad the entire last day of your stay was a vast understatement. He clung to you like a koala, the girls doing the same thing to Jensen.

Danneel was giggling as she found Zeppelin hanging over your neck while you were cleaning the table after breakfast,

"What's the matter, buddy? Are you gonna miss Y/N?" she asked, coming up to take him off your back. He nod, looking at his mom but not letting go of you,

"I want her to stay forever. Can she stay forever?"

"If I'm asked, she can. But that's her decision to make, honey," Danneel reminded him.

His question took you by surprise for a moment.

Why would he want you to stay? He's been asking for you to stay ever since you came here. What is it that he sees in you that's so worth of your stay? Even better, that is so worth of his love? You understood children are innocent. They don't see the way you hurt, the way you hide things, the shattered heart you hide behind great walls of defense, battered and barely holding together by now. You understood that children were just too innocent for this world, but what will always take you back is how much they didn't care.

They didn't care if you're happy, sad, tall, short, they don't care about the color of your skin, about where you're coming from, about what's your opinion on any topic ever. All they cared about is if you're wanting to spend time with them doing silly things and laughing your ass off. Sometimes they'd need some consoling as well. And if you can do all of the above for them, in return they'd give you all their love and their little hearts. Their world is so simple. Loving and simple.

"Can you stay forever, Y/N? You heard mommy, she said yes! And daddy will say yes too!" he exclaimed with a smile on his face, making you smile as well,

"You really want me to stay forever?" he nod, happiness seeping out of his eyes, "I'll stay in your heart forever. That sounds good? And, I'll stay your best friend forever. So, when you wanna talk about whatever, you can ask your mom to call me. I'll talk to you whenever I get the chance to."

"But I want you to be here too," he said, "I like it how you sing and make up all those weird voices and names!"

"I don't sing good at all, bubba," you giggled, "But I can teach you how to make those weird voices sometime. Now, how about we go check on our Dino park we made the other day when I finish up here?" you asked, Zeppelin nodding,

"Go, have fun. I'll finish it up," Danneel said, approaching to take the plates from your hands,

"Sorry," you said, Danneel rolling her eyes,

"Girl, please. Shoo or I make you," she teased, making Zeppelin giggle,

"Mommy you aren't scary," he said, "You can't be scary."

"Oh mommy can be very scary in certain situations," Jensen said, entering the room and winking. You rolled your eyes,

"Dude, we didn't need that information. Like, at all."

"I'm kidding," he giggled, "Or maybe I'm not..." he smirked, nudging you playfully, "What are you guys up to?"

"We gonna see the Dino park!" Zeppelin exclaimed,

"Oh, the one you built a few days back?" he nod, "That's cool! Make sure to feed all the dinosaurs, buddy."

"Daddy, can Y/N stay forever?" Zeppelin asked,

"Of course she can!" he exclaimed, "But making her to stay is going to be a lot more difficult," you rolled your eyes, walking away with Zeppelin.

"He's so attached to her," Danneel smiled, "Doesn't she have family?"

"Not that I know of," Jensen sighed, "She could always stay here. Or at least have a place to stay here. Are you okay with that?"

"I love having people over, you out of all know that. She's a great kid, I can tell. It's just that, as you said, there is more to her story we're yet to find out, and whatever it is it's not giving her sunshine and rainbows and it's the root cause of everything she's been doing."

"Whatever she's carrying is weighing down on her to the point where she... she doesn't believe in good people anymore. And she can't be happy. She's very deep down the rabbit hole. Well, if nothing, I haven't seen her happy like that before," Jensen said, "Well, last time I saw an honest smile from her was when she met us on the very first day of shooting. After that no smiles were so big as the ones now, when she's playing with Zepp."

"You know I'm the one to make the first move most of the time, but I'm handing you this whole operation over. I trust both you and Zeppelin to pick a kind soul. Life might have not been nice to her, but she's got a kind soul. That much I know. I love her too, and I'd love nothing more but to give her a safe place to stay at if she doesn't have any family or relatives that she's going to stay with after y'all are done shooting."

"Thanks," Jensen smiled, kissing her lips, "For trusting me with her."

"Hmm, don't get all sappy on me, Ackles," she teased, "You spend more time with her. You'll get to know her better. Do let me know if I can help in any way from here."

After playing with Zeppelin for a few minutes, you realized you haven't packed your stuff. And, of course, Zeppelin wanted to stay by your side, so here he is, sitting on the bed and helping you pack your bag. As you were finishing with packing up your backpack, he asked you to stop for a second and ran out the door. You shrugged your shoulders, waiting for him to return. As he ran back into the room, he handed you a dinosaur toy. You smiled softly, recognizing it was his favorite one,

"This is your favorite dinosaur," you stated, handing the toy back to him but he shook his head and pushed your hand away gently, "Oh, you wanna play? Let me just finish up and we can play, okay?"

"No!" he exclaimed, "I wants you to have it!"

"Me?" you asked, confused, "Okay, I'll play with it."

"No! Not play. Have it like take it with you."

"What? Why? Big guy, this is your favorite dinosaur. I don't think you want to give it to me."

"Yea I want! He's my faves because he strong. I give it to you because you're big and strong and smart like he is!" he exclaimed, making your heart melt at the innocence seeping out of his face, "You big and strong and protect me from monsters in my dream! Thank you for protectin' me Y/N," he said, slamming into your legs and trying to give you a hug. You packed the dinosaur toy before picking Zeppelin up in your arms and hugging him tightly,

"Gosh bubba, I love you so much," you whispered, kissing his temple, "And I'll always protect you. Whether I'm here or not. Remember what I told you about me and Jensen hunting monsters?" he nod, "When I'm not here, try to remember that," you said, "And your big sisters will protect you too. Thanks for keeping me company bubba."

"I love you too Y/N," he said, hugging you the best he could with his tiny arms, "Remember, that dinosaur is big and strong. He'll protect ya from monsters in your dreams too. An' I got a whole park of 'em! We'll all protect you, same way y'all will protect me," he said, making your eyes tear up as you squeezed him tighter,

"Thank you for this, buddy," you breathed, trying not to cry, "I appreciate it a lot. I promise to take good care of him and I'll bring him back to play with his friends if I come back."

"Okay," he nod with a smile, "And ya welcome!"

Jensen, Jared and you had a flight late at night, which allowed Jensen to tuck all the kids in and say goodbye to them before you left to the airport.

You were just finishing up with putting on your shoes when Jensen called you from the top of the stairs, saying Zeppelin wants to see you. Your heart melted a little and you nod, saying you'll be right up.

When you entered his room, he was patiently waiting for you. Laying down in his bed, with his blankie tightly held between his tiny hands. His eyes shined brightly with happiness as they looked at you, hair falling all over his sweet face.

"Hey big guy," you smiled as you approached, sitting down on his bed, moving hair away from his face, "I heard from dad-uh, Jensen that you wanted to see me?"

"Thanks for playin' with me," he said with a soft smile, "An' thanks for playing with Ro too. And for takin' me to unca Jared's to play with Tom and Shep. You're the best."

"You're the best, big guy. Thank you for wanting to play with me and for always inviting me to play with you. And thanks for your dinosaur, again. I'm so happy that I got a chance to meet you, buddy. You're an amazing boy and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Deal?" he nod,

"Promise me to come for my birthday. Please? Daddy will invite you. I asked him to. I want you to come."

"I can't promise you, but I'll do my best to be here. Okay?" he frowned sadly, "I'm sorry bubba. I can't promise you just because I don't wanna break it. I can promise you to try my best. Is that okay?" he nod, lighting up a little bit,

"Could you be my big sis? Like Ro and J?" he then asked, "Be my big sis and stay here forevs! We can play together and we can sing and we can have fun! I promise."

Your heart swelled at the sweet words, at the innocence and love pouring out of his eyes.

"I'll be your best friend. Which is kinda same," you smiled, "You're very special, Zeppelin. And thank you for allowing me to feel very special too. I love you, bug guy. Don't ever forget that," he nod,

"I love you too Y/N. Don't forget me."

"How can I?" you smiled, going down to kiss his cheek. You got rewarded with two tiny arms wrapping around your neck and giving you a squeeze. You smiled, hugging him back, smothering him with small kisses all over his cute little face. You let him down and tuck him in, handing him his blankie, "I'll see you, big guy. Night night."

"Night night, Y/N."

You walked down to the hallway, seeing your luggage waiting for you. Jensen was putting on his shoes and Danneel seemed to be waiting to say goodbye.

"Thanks for the bags," you said,

"No worries," Jensen said as he stood up, walking over to Danneel, "Honey," he whispered, hugging her tightly, "We'll be back for the twins birthday. It's only three weeks."

"I know," she murmured, hugging him back tightly, "I'll miss you."

"I know. But hey, after that we have another week and a half of filming and then we got the entire January off. It's gonna be okay, honey."

"I know, I know," she sighed, breaking the hug, "Y/N, keep an eye out for him?"

"Yes ma'am," you mimicked a soldier salute, both giggling. Jensen kissed Danneel before grabbing the bags and leaving the house,

"Honey, thanks for coming here," Danneel said as she approached to you, "I loved having you here. I hope you'll come back again. And I apologize for the inconvenience with JJ."

"Everything's okay. Thank you for inviting me and for being so nice to me. I appreciate it."

"You're family, kiddo. It's what you get," Jensen smiled softly, "We gotta get going. Jared's waiting with Cliff."

Ten days later

Your biggest headache this upcoming week will be how to pull off showing up for the twins' birthday without creating a mayhem in the Ackles household.

You couldn't break Zeppelin's heart. His innocence reminded you too much of yourself, how innocent and happy, truly happy you once were. All you ever wanted was for people close to you to show up to everything you were doing, whether it was a birthday or a school play. But you weren't so lucky. You didn't want to do the same thing to him. Even though you're not as important in his life, you could tell he loved you and you didn't want to stomp on his little loving heart.

"Jensen?" you spoke up as you walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered, Jensen frowning at the laptop, "Did you manage to get into the command prompt again?"

"No," Jensen said, tilting his head at the laptop, "I think I didn't," he said, making you giggle, "I seriously cannot work this laptop. I don't have strength to figure this out now," he sighed, closing the laptop, "You were saying?"

"Do you have any motel recommendations for me?" Jensen tilted his head at you this time, just as confused at your question as he was about whatever he was doing on his laptop, "The twins have their birthday party next week, right?"

"They do, but what does that have to do with a motel?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to add - motel recommendations in Austin," you added, "I can work something around their birthday. I was thinking to take them both for a day and just have fun with them, since I'm not exactly welcome at the party. I just don't want to break Zepp's heart. I can be there and I'll be there."

"First of all, if you haven't noticed, our place can be as well called a big-ass fancy motel. You have a place to stay and I won't let you go to a sketchy motel room when you have a place where I don't have to pace up and down and worry if you're safe every single second of your stay. Second of all, you can totally take the twins for a day, but you are also totally coming to the party," you were to speak up but Jensen cut you off, "No," he shook his head, "You don't win this one. Have you seen Zeppelin? How happy he is when you're with him?" you nod, "See, Zeppelin is not the one to make friends easily. He's the shy one, the one to never play with other kids because he's too shy to come up to them and ask if he can play. He's the kid you see playing by himself in the corner of the sand cube. But my shy bubba made a friend and you are that friend. For what I know so far, he hasn't made any friends in preschool yet, so his only wish is for his friend, his big sis to be there for his birthday, and you'll be there. JJ and Ro will have friends over, Jared will bring his kids too, but all Zeppelin cares about is you. I don't care about what JJ's got to say. Danneel and I have been talking to her and trying to get her to understand that you're not the bad guy and that she should meet you before jumping to the conclusions. But whatever her opinion on you is, it won't have any impact on your presence for the twins' birthday. You're coming. End of story."

"I... Thanks," you whispered, seeing in Jensen's expression he's taken back by your simple words, "For allowing me to come and all. It means a lot."

"You'll always have a place to stay at as long as Dee and I are around," Jensen said, "And as long as Jared and Mish are around as well. I know you've been alone for quite some time, but you're not alone anymore. Can I ask you a question though?" Jensen asked, continuing as you nod, "Why do you want to show up for him? For all I know, he's just a four, well, soon to be five year old."

"He might be five but he still has a heart and emotions. I promised to try my best to be there and if I already don't have filming for a few days I can be there. I've once been that little kid who was so excited and happy when my grandpa threw a birthday party for me. But when nobody showed up, I was so sad. I was crying and wondering why won't kids come to play. I knew I was different, but I went to everyone's birthdays and didn't care about the differences between us. It broke my heart. Even a girl I considered my best friend didn't show up. And my mother put a cherry on top by saying that I'm ugly and weird and that that's the reason why I will never make a friend. Words you tell kids stick to them forever, even if you think they don't. And to know that my own mother, the woman who gave birth to me, saw me that way, it struck deep down. And she never showed up for me when it mattered. Any play, gathering in front of an audience for any sort of celebration. Nothing. All of the other kids had their parents in the audience, and me? I was always alone. I'd walk home alone. The teachers would ask me where's my mom, and I'd just say that she didn't come. I'd lie that she was working, fully knowing she wasn't. Now, I know none of the three won't hear anything remotely similar to this from you and Danneel. But I want to be there for him. He loves me a lot and if I know one thing, it's how it feels when you're left hanging, especially when by someone you hold near to your heart. Of course, this sounds stupid to you but I just..."

"You're not weird, nor ugly, nor whatever your mother fed you with," Jensen said, wrapping his arm around you, "You're Y/N. Sure, you've got your shit but that doesn't make you less worthy of being loved. You're a beautiful, kind and loving soul. You're ready to give up an entire week and a half of free time to go spend it with two five year olds, when you've been in nothing but work-school mode and we both know how much you need a break. I don't see anything ugly in you. Neither do kids, or Dee, or anyone on the set. We love you just the way you are. You aren't supposed to be perfect, nobody is. But you're doing your best and that's what matters and goes beyond everything else that anyone has to say about you. Thank you for loving him the way you do."

"Thanks," you smiled, "I was kind of an ass to you lately. It's just... I'm still trying to understand why would you want to have anything with a thing as broken as me and I..."

"This seems to good to be true, huh?" Jensen smiled, watching as you nod. He stood up from where he was sitting, coming up to give you a gentle hug, "You're not your worst days. You're not your trauma, fears, nightmares. You are you, battered and bruised and hurt but you're still here and you just need time to heal. And some love. And that's exactly what I can offer you. And three little rugrats to eat your brains out as a bonus, though I'm not sure how much they can help," he teased, making you smile, "You're safe, kiddo. Whatever's infecting your dreams at night, whatever shit is brewing in your head, you're safe."

"I... I have nightmares about her," you whispered, Jensen frowning, breaking the hug to look you in the eye, "About... About my mother. She's... Hitting me. Like, boxing bag hitting me. And it feels so real, it hurts. And the worst of it all? Once upon a time it was real. It wasn't a dream. It was a real thing I lived through. Wooden spoon, belt. She didn't give it much of a thought what was she going to use on me. And honestly, nothing hurt as much as the first time, when she plain and simple beat me with her bare hands. Hands that were supposed to love me and hold me were all of a sudden so harsh and did nothing but damage and it was... The worst pain I could think of."

"Shit..." Jensen breathed, hugging you, "She hit you too. What the actual fuck," he murmured and you scrunched your face, trying to hold back tears, "I would love to return the fucking favor to her. No kid should be beaten by their own parent. No matter how bad they fucked up. Kiddo, look at me for a second," he pleaded and you obeyed, looking up to meet his eyes, "Do you have any physical injuries that need to be addressed?"

"No," you shook your head, "All of that happened months, years ago. My body healed. It's just my heart now."

"Okay then. We can work on that," he smiled and you shook your head,

"Don't bother. For real. I'll be fine."

"Every single time you open up a little you shut it off minutes later. Is it because you're afraid of attaching? You think you'll be left alone when you begin opening up?" you kept quiet.

Of course Jensen was going to read you like an open book. How did he do that? How is he capable of doing that?

"Kiddo, you've been keeping all of that somewhere deep down and I think it's about time you let it out, little by little. I know you're afraid that I'm going to up and leave you hanging, and I know that me telling you that I won't leave won't do anything but if you want to try, I can prove you that I really meant what I said. As long as I'm around and as long as Jared and Mish are around, you'll be safe. We won't let anything happen to you."

"You can't promise shit like that."

"Yeah, you're right," Jensen sighed, "How about - I promise to be here whatever happens in your life?"

"You can't promise that either. I'm gonna be gone after filming. I won't live here, I won't work with you anymore."

"You think that just because we're done filming the season we won't stay in touch and we won't come back for another season?" your eyes light up at the mention of a new season, "Hey, Jared, Mish, Dee and I are holding this whole operation together. If we say there's gonna be 10 more seasons, there'll be 10 more seasons. Just letting you know. But my point is- you said you've been a part of the supernatural family for a long time. Then you know that all of us keep in touch, one way or another, and you're no different from others. You know all this. But your head is telling you things and you keep choosing to listen to your head, because, as you said, whenever you listen to your heart things go downhill."

"I've had this bad feeling for a few weeks now and I hope it's just a stupid feeling but wounds and memories I don't even remember existed are showing back up and I'm just... I'm very scared."

"Whether it's a bad feeling or not, I'm here. So is Dee, Jared, Mish. Whoever you want to talk to, you can."

"Why didn't you offer professional help?" you asked, Jensen smiling,

"Well if I were in your shoes I'd rather open up to a familiar face then to someone new. Am I right?" he asked. You thought for a second, nodding after that, "If you want anyone professional to jump in at any moment, reach out to Jared. He's got some contacts, so you don't go to someone who's not safe and trying to find their way into your wallet but will actually help you."

"Okay," you breathed, closing your eyes for a moment, "I know I'm an ass to you and this whole bad feeling thing... It's a lot. But thank you for understanding."

"Don't thank me kiddo. It's the least I can offer. Anytime you wanna talk, I'm right here."

"She... She blamed me," you whispered after some time of complete silence. Jensen got a gentle hold of your hand and walked you over to the couch, sitting you down before he sat next to you, "I never had a dad. My father never wanted me. He accused my mom of lying and cheating and he believed so hard that I wasn't his child. He kicked her out of the house. And it seems like she had made it her mission to make sure that I know I'm the reason they broke apart."

"So, instead of letting that idiot go and focusing on her child, she fully threw you down the rabbit hole and blamed you for something you had no control over? It's not like you wanted to be born. They made you. There's nothing there that points you're wrong. You do know that, right?" you nod, sniffling,

"My grandpa, he never went over my father's behavior. My grandpa wasn't a good dad to my mother and he didn't want me to grow up without a dad. And my mom was miserable too. And he just wanted us both to have him and complete the family. He tried calling, writing letters, reaching out. But nothing ever worked out. At some point he just gave up and tried his best to raise me, make up for being a bad dad by being a good grandpa. And he was the best. And he'd often tell me that same thing you told me - I'm not at fault for their break-up. That was an issue they should have addressed by themselves, not drag me into it."

"Your grandpa sounds like he was the best man in your life," Jensen said, "I hope you got some peace when you were with him. But she was wrong. Everything that ever came out of her mouth was a lie."

"I know."

"That's what you meant when you said you were different from other kids," Jensen spoke up, taking you by surprise as you realized he was actually listening to every single word you said, "You grew up without a dad, and had your grandpa raise you. Not all parents are good at teaching their kids that being different is okay too. But I can tell you that you didn't turn out to be any less of a person because of the circumstances you grew up in, especially since you had your grandpa."

"I've dreamed of having a dad for such a long time. My mom even got together with one guy but he left and never came back. Guess who was at fault for that," you huffed a smile, Jensen groaning, "I really wanted her to be happy. But she never got the chance to settle with someone and I know I wasn't the reason for that but the voice of someone you're supposed to be loved by and cared for by carved all the worst adjectives in my mind and... It's hard."

"It will take a while, but you will heal. I promise."

"You think?"

"With right people around you and right approach, yes."

"I hope so," you breathed, "It just seems like I'm so... Broken. Like, beyond repair broken and some days I hate myself so much and I don't think that I can ever be a happy person and smile again."

"But then you walked into the Ackles household and were smiling for the majority of your stay as you played with Zeppelin," Jensen pointed out, "Were you happy back there? Like really, honestly happy? No bullshit?" you nod, not seeing a point in lying to him,

"I was. He's got a cute smile and such powerful imagination and he's so full of energy, he made it impossible for me to be sad. But it was a temporary fix. And it's not like I'm gonna move in and live in your home with your family after we're done filming, so I gotta work my way through this."

"One step at a time, kiddo," Jensen said, throwing his arm around you and bringing you into a side hug, "One step at a time," you nod, wrapping your arms around him, "She's got some serious unaddressed issues. You're a great person and nobody can take that from you," he commented, making you smile, "Thank you for opening up, kiddo. It means a lot."

"Thank you for not running away from me yet," she responded, Jensen shaking his head,

"Never gonna do that. Wait," he gasped, making you break the hug as you looked up to him, "Is... Is that why you though I was gonna hit JJ? You... You got flashbacks?" you nod, looking down,

"I've seen anger on my mother so many times that I can now easily pinpoint it on any person. You seemed so angry and I have never seen that part of you and I... Yeah. I got scared that you were gonna hit her for something she didn't mean to do. I know you'd never hit any of your kids, but my mind can't help it. I'm sorry."

"You've got nothing to be sorry for. And yes, I'll never hit my kids, nor you, because I strongly believe everything can be sorted out with talking, and a grounding here and there. No violence ever solved a thing. Why would I do it on my children?"

"This world needs more parents like you and Dee," you said with a smile, "I would love to have parents like you."

"Well, we're far from perfect, but we can distinguish right from wrong and that's a start I guess," Jensen sighed, "I'm sorry you had to go through all that. But I am also very proud of you making it out and building your own way through life."

"Thanks for everything, Jensen," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes, "I always knew you were kind. But all of this what you're doing, it's so much greater. Thanks for not bolting though the door. And whenever you want to do so, please just tell me so I can say goodbye. I've had so many people leave and I just wished I was able to say goodbye."

"Not planning to do that," Jensen assured you, making you smile sadly, "I know, I know. You don't believe me. I wouldn't believe it if I were in your shoes for sure. I'll prove it to you, don't you worry about that."

"It's okay, really. Whatever happens, it's okay. I'm just very happy I got to meet you all and work with you. Never in a million years would I think I would end up here."

"Hm, we're glad we got you too," he smiled kindly at you, making you smile back as you hugged him, "Awww, I get a hug."

"Shut up, dork," you teased, making him giggle before feeling his arms wrap around your body,

"Can I ask another question?" he asked. You broke the hug, nodding, "Do you have any other family besides your late grandpa? I don't even want to call that monster family."

"I do, but none of them care. All of them are just as disappointed in me as my mother."

"Well, if Zeppelin hasn't made it obvious, you're very welcome to be his big sis and stay with us whenever and for however long you want," Jensen smiled, kissing the top of your head, "You're great with kids."

"Thanks for the offer. Now, have you gotten anything for the twins birthday?"

"That's what I was trying to work on this thing!" he exclaimed, grabbing the laptop, making you giggle,

"Jesus Christ," you breathed as he handed you the laptop,

"Jensen, but common misconception, as I'm sure we both don't know how to work a laptop."

A/N: Thanks for being patient and reading this chapter! Once again tagging @crasmuna , my biggest support nowadays <3

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