#i couldn't fit her in I'm sorry 😞

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

my first play through and also trying to keep everyone from becoming their worst selves is going well why do you ask

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #wyll ravengard #lae'zel #karlach #shadowheart #i couldn't fit her in I'm sorry 😞 #also please be gentle i only just finished act 1 so i dont actually know how the fuck this story progresses #bg3 blogging #bg3 tav #bg3 memes

[jakesmaid]

All Alone

Pairing - StepDad!Heeseung x Female!Reader

Warning: Fingering, Oral!M Receiving, Dom!Hee, Sub!Reader, Stepcest

Plot: Being alone in a house with your hot stepdad while your mom are gone is hard.

Authors Notes: I'm sorry of you guys don't like it I had trouble writing this 🙏😞

"Sweetie you'll be fine! Your step dad will be here!" your mom says dragging her suitcase down the stairs. "But mom!! He's weird he never comes out his room he always has his friends over and always blasting music!" you protest. "You'll be fine just play your music or something now please be on your best behavior" your mom says as she pinches your cheek.

**TIME SKIP**

A few days after your mom left you were getting dressed to go out for the day. While getting dressed Heeseung opened the door and you quickly cover yourself with your blanket. "Hey breakfast is ready" he says looking you up at down and staring "Get Out!!!" you say pushing him out the door frame closing the door and locking it. "He's so fucking weird" you sigh putting the rest of your clothes on and walking downstairs sitting at the dining table ¡¡ a plate a food. You start eating your food when Heeseung comes up behind you putting a hand on your shoulder whispering in your ear. "How's the food y/n?" You turn around his face so close to yours you could hear his heartbeat. "It's good" you gulp thinking he's going to kiss you. Despite him being your StepDad he was really hot his hair, his abs the way he manspreads on the couch drives you crazy. "Good I'm glad you like it" he smirks and walks away manspreading on the couch and turns on his x-box to play Call of Duty. You go to the hall closet getting out the vacuum and starts vacuuming the floor. You see something a little to big to be picked up by the vacuum so you tie your hair back reaching under the couch which so happens to be between Heeseung's legs. "Now what do you think you're doing little girl?" He raised his eyebrow looking down at you your eyes were sparkling cutely he couldn't help but groan. "You might as well suck me off since your already down there baby doll" he chuckles. You're mouth hangs open in shock when he starts pulling down his sweats and rubs his hard-on through his boxers. "You're so cute but I think with my cock shoved down your throat you'll be adorable" he says as he pulls off his boxers. "Suck" he demands. You move closer and takes his tip into your mouth slowly taking more and more of him. "Fuck~ Take all of it. You can make it fit baby doll". You start massaging his balls at the same time and his hip buck up into your throat you "I-Im close Y/nie!" he grabs your hair and starts fucking your throat faster until he releases his load down your throat. "Swallow it all babydoll" he pulls his cock out of your throat and you swallow his load and lick the rest from the side of your mouth. "Not a word about this to mom or this won't happen again understand?" You nod "Good Girl". Heeseung pulls his boxers and sweats. You sit on his lap and cuddle him while he feeds you cookies.

[The End]

#enhypen smut #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen heeseung #stepbro!heeseung

[1000roughdrafts]

hey! if you take requests, i’m just wondering if you’d consider a sister winchester one? maybe her at 18? i love your writing so much, and i’d really love something like a hurt reader/dying reader?? something super angsty ahaha

Oh, for sure! Angst is my favorite! (as I'm sure you can tell by the word count lol) sorry it’s taken me like 3 years to get to this 😞

A/N: this was meant to post 2/28/24 because I wanted to ease into coming back with an every other week posting schedule BUT I’m just too excited and antsy for that lol also it’s set in Season 1, Episode 1

Thank you by the way!

Title: Please Wake Up

Warnings: swearing, graphic description of injury and illness, blood angst, hurt/dying reader, depiction of medical procedures, takes place in season 1 episode 1 :)

Word Count: 5.8k

Being third born after two boys, Y/N always felt like she had big shoes to fill. Despite her best efforts to impress the man, she never really formed a bond with John. Her next role model was Dean, who became more of a father to her than John ever was or could be.

Until her eleventh birthday, Dean did her hair into pigtails every day, partly because he hadn't learned to do any other hairstyle but mostly because he thought it was the cutest on her. He'd pack her and Sam's lunch with snacks he'd bought from vending machines and even pretend to take her on hunts because he knew she wanted to be exactly like him.

When she wasn't learning about monsters and guns with Dean, she spent time with Sam. He'd help her with her homework or play board and card games. They have as much in common as Y/N and Dean. Neither Sam nor Y/N got along with John, and neither remember their mothers. 

Y/N's mother was a woman John met in Nebraska three years after the boy's mom died. The affair only lasted a night, but to his surprise, he heard from her again six months later with the news that they had a baby girl on the way. John was shocked and heartbroken. He couldn't bear the thought of bringing another child into the life of hunting.

John kept his distance, adamant that Y/N would be better off without him, and when another three months of silence went by, he figured that Y/N's mother came around to see it his way. Unfortunately, her pregnancy was complicated, as was the birth, and it turned out that having Y/N is what killed her. 

When John got the call, he had half a mind to let the state take custody of little Y/N. Indeed, they would provide her with a better life than he could. John decided to meet her at least, and when he laid eyes on her perfect little face, he couldn't bring himself to abandon her. 

Y/N was barely sixteen when Sam left for college. While she was proud of him for putting himself first, it broke her heart for him to go the way he did. She missed him more and more every day, often keeping Dean up at night with her sniffling and crying. After a while, he would get into bed next to her when the tears started and sing Hey Jude while playing with her hair to help her fall asleep. That went on for another six months before she finally started to fall asleep without crying. 

For her seventeenth birthday, Dean came across a necklace he'd wanted to get for her since Sam left. From his wallet, he took out the only picture he had of the sibling trio, representing the single moment of their life where John treated them like regular kids, and using his pocket knife, he carved around their heads and bodies to match the exact size of the locket, smiling proudly at himself when it fit perfectly. 

Now at eighteen, she stands next to the Impala while Dean lugs their bags out, drops them into the trunk, and slams it shut. He heads for the driver's door but stops when he realizes Y/N hasn't opened hers yet. Eyebrows raised, he twirls a finger in the air as if to say, 'Let's get a move on.'

"Are you ever gonna teach me how to drive, Dean?" she asks. "I mean, you've got to, you know?" 

"No, I don't. Get in," Dean says. She does so with a huff. Dean checks the mirrors before backing out of their parking spot. Turning to Y/N, he says, "Besides, as long as I'm around, you don't need to," but softens his face into a smile when he looks at her. "Cause there's no way in Hell I'll ever let you drive my car." 

Y/N lets out a soft chuckle. "It doesn't have to be this car, Dean!" She rolls the window down, letting the cool breeze hit her face. "What happens if we get separated and I'm being chased by… I don't know, something that has super speed, and my only way back to you is to steal a car and -" 

"Stop. First of all, you should know that I'd never put you in that kind of danger," Dean says, disgusted by the mere thought. He lets out a long sigh. "I'll teach you," he says, looking at her gleaming smile. He tries his damnedest to see her for the adult she's becoming, but he only sees the happy baby in pull-ups he used to feed marshmallows and jello to on a motel room floor. "Just… not yet, okay?" 

She scoffs, "Most people learn to drive when they're only fifteen. I mean, you took me to freaking Vegas with a fake ID for my birthday, for fuck's sake!" 

"I said not yet, Y/N!" he says, shooting her the 'dad look' he's been perfecting since she was four. 

"Fine," she grumbles. She clasps her hands, "So I was looking through news articles, and there seem to be vamps in the next town. Should we be on that?" 

Dean clears his throat and needlessly adjusts the rear-view mirror. "Actually, kiddo, we're on something else right now." He keeps his head straight but glances at her out of the corner of his eyes. Whispering, he says, "We're gonna go get Sammy." 

Y/N's eyes widen as her head whips to look at him. "What?" 

He keeps his eyes on the road, "yeah, uh, with Dad missing... we could use the help," he says, gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

"But Sam's at college!" Y/N scoffs, "he wanted out!" 

"He abandoned us!" he shouts, shaking his head at himself when he notices her shoulders tense. Her eyes peer into her lap, where her hands lie folded. “Look Y/N/N, I just… I can't shake this awful feeling that something is wrong." He waits for a response from her, but she only nods with thin lips. She tunes him out and focuses on the wind hitting the window. "I gotta make sure they're okay," he says softly. 

Over the years, Y/N has learned to trust Dean's intuition, but right now, it just feels like he's being selfish. She opts to stay quiet, even if it makes a long drive longer.

Y/N jolts awake at the sound of the trunk slamming shut. She takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She doesn't see Dean next to her, so she scans her surroundings through squinted eyes, hoping for a clue about her whereabouts. She finds a gas station receipt in her lap and flips it over to see the scribbles of Dean's handwriting telling her to 'stay put or else.' She rolls her eyes, crumpling it into a ball to throw it into the backseat.

She hears the voices of two familiar men, one of whom she hasn't heard in two years. Her heart races, and she fumbles with the seat belt, trying to unhook it with shaky hands. She jumps out of the car and turns in time to see Dean leaning on the back of the Impala.

"It's a law school interview," Sam says, "and it's my whole future on a plate," he glares.

"Law school?" Dean asks with a smirk. Y/N walks over to stand next to Dean. He shoots a quick, acknowledging glance her way. Sam's eyes shift between Dean and Y/N, softening when they land on Y/N, "so we got a deal or not?" he asks flatly.

Dean says nothing but lightly nods his head. Y/N runs towards Sam, nearly knocking him over with a hug.

"Y/N/N," he smiles. Pulling her even closer to him, he wraps his arms tightly around her back and kisses the top of her head. "I missed you," he whispers.

"I missed you, too," she says, her eyes welling up with tears. Sam looks at Dean just in time to see him press his lips together with an 'I told you so' in his eyes. Sam shakes his head, squinting at Dean just before he lets go of Y/N.

"Kay, I gotta put a bag together," he sighs, "I'll be right back."

He turns to head for the door, and Y/N doesn't take her eyes off him until he disappears into the building. She blinks her eyes and turns to face Dean. He pushes himself off the back of the car and silently heads for the driver seat.

Sam and Y/N sit in the car at a gas station while Dean heads for snacks. Sam opens his door but quickly looks over his shoulder to check on Y/N. This is when he notices the box of tapes sitting next to her. Intrigued, he shifts in the chair and asks her to hand them to him. Y/N is hesitant because it's hard to say how Dean would react, and she's always hated being in the middle of their fights but does so anyway. Sam rests his tongue between his lips as he takes the box from Y/N. Stretching his legs out of the car, he rests the box in his lap to filter through them.

"Hey," Dean says from behind the Impala, his mouth wrapped around a candy bar, "either of you want breakfast?" he asks, holding a soda and a bag of chips.

Y/N waits for Sam to answer first. "No, thanks," he says, glancing Dean's way momentarily.

"I do," Y/N smiles.

"So how'd you pay for that stuff? Three of you still running credit card scams?" Sam says, going back to looking through the cassettes.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career," Dean says, putting the gas nozzle back into the pump.

Y/N chimes in, "Besides, all we do is apply," she shrugs, "it's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the applications this time?" he asks, swinging his legs back inside the car and closing the door behind him.

"Uh, Burt Aframian," Y/N answers. Dean gets into the seat, handing Y/N the drink and chips. "Thank you," she chirps.

"And his son Hector," Dean adds, "scored two cards out of the deal."

"Sounds about right. I swear, man. You've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

Dean frowns, nearly offended. "Why?"

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes, and two," Sam holds one up, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead?" he says, dropping them to grab another, "Metallica?" he laughs, "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock," he says as Dean rips the Metallica tape from his hand with a glare.

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean pops the tape into the player with a tight smile, "driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake-hole," he says, dropping the empty case into the box. "Isn't that right, Y/N?" he smirks into the rear-view mirror and smiles when he sees her roll her eyes.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old," Sam scolds, "it's Sam, okay?"

Turning the volume up, Dean cocks his head to the side, "sorry. I can't hear you. The music's too loud," he says with a slight chuckle.

Crashing a crime scene where police are still investigating is just another Saturday with Dean for Y/N, but seeing Sam's eyes widen at the box of Dean's fake IDs calls attention to how out of the norm this life is. Dean makes wise-ass comments to the cops, as usual, and Sam stomps on Dean's foot. Dean responds by smacking Sam's head as they bicker on the way back to the car, but Y/N can't help but grin from ear to ear.

Even when her brothers are arguing, Y/N couldn't possibly be happier. Today is her first hunt with both of her brothers and the first time in far too long since the three of them had been together for any reason.

They make their way to find Amy, who they learn is the girlfriend of the victim from listening to the cops on the bridge. They stop her while she's putting up missing posters, and after lying about being distant relatives of her boyfriend, they ask if she'd be willing to answer some questions to find him.

… "It's kind of this local legend," Amy's friend says after a few minutes of chatting. Massaging her thumb with her other hand, she continues, "This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Dean glances over at Sam and Y/N, who listen intently, "Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

At a local library, Dean searches the archive page for any murders on Centennial Highway with no results. Sam shoves Dean's chair, and when it rolls back, he scoots his chair to the computer to take over, earning him a slap from Dean. After replacing 'murder' with 'suicide,' a news article pops up.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river," Sam reads.

"Does it say why she did it?" Y/N asks, scooting her chair closer to Sam to try and read the screen.

"Yeah," Sam says.

"What?" Dean says with raised eyebrows.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing." Sam lets out a breath, "both die," he says in a whisper.

The air grows thick around them, and Y/N frowns. "That's terrible," she says, shaking her head.

"'Our babies were gone,'" Sam reads, "'and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch."

"Hmm," Dean points to the picture on the screen, "that bridge look familiar to you?"

They hit the bridge at nightfall. Crickets sing to water drumming against the rocks as it rushes under their feet. The clouds hang low in the sky, giving the air around them a haze.

"So," Dean says, peering over the bridge at the water, "this is where Constance took the swan dive," he says, leaning against the rail next to Y/N. 

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asks in disbelief, looking over at Dean. 

"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him," Dean shrugs, turning to walk down the bridge. 

Sam turns to follow. "Okay, so now what?" he says, forcing a breath through his nose. Y/N walks right next to him, still scared to let him out of her sight. 

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while," Dean grumbles. 

Sam stops walking, "Dean," he says, raising his hands before dropping them. "I told you. I've gotta be back by Monday." 

"Monday," Dean says, pivoting to make grueling eye contact with Sam, but only turns his body enough that he's still facing the bridge's railing. "Right," he says, shaking a finger, "the interview." The bridge creaks under him as he turns the rest of the way. 

"Yeah," Sam nods. 

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean says, shifting his weight between his feet. "You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean asks, the animosity growing with each word. 

Sam shrugs, "maybe. Why not?" 

Dean's voice roughens, "Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know the things you've done?" 

Sam takes a few threatening steps toward Dean, "No, and she's not ever going to know," he scowls. 

"Well, that's healthy," Dean sneers. "You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to who you really are," he says, turning around to continue walking. 

Sam huffs, "Who's that?" 

"You're one of us," Dean shrugs, a hand gesturing towards Y/N. 

"Hey! Leave me out of this," Y/N grumbles from ahead. 

"No," Sam says, speed walking towards Dean, "I'm not like you," he says, turning around as he stops in front of Dean. "This is not going to be my life."

Dean keeps his jaw tight. "Well, you have a responsibility to..." 

Y/N feels the tension rising and tries to plead with them to stop arguing, but they ignore her. "Guys!" she shouts again. 

"To Dad? And his crusade?" Sam scoffs. "If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like! And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her," he shakes his head, "Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." 

Dean grips Sam's shirt and swings him around and against the bridge's railing with a clunk at Sam's weight against it. 

Y/N flips around and runs to their side, "Dean, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" She panics. But Dean continues to ignore her as he glares at Sam. 

After a long, breathless pause, Y/N shouts again, "Dean!" 

The misty air is still between them, and even the wind seems too frightened to move. It's as if the world is put on pause.

Dean's eyebrows raise, and he keeps a firm grip on Sam's shirt. Under his breath, he says, "Don't talk about her like that." 

He throws Sam's jacket from his hands and takes a few stabilizing steps backward in one movement. Y/N runs to check on Sam, who shakes her off with an "I'm fine" that sounds muffled compared to the pounding of her heart. A few tears escape her when she looks over at Dean walking away from them, but she doesn't realize she's crying until the taste of salt hits her lips. 

Her eyes return to Sam, shaking her head in disgust that Dean would treat him like that. She knew it had been rough for Dean since Sam left for college, but hell, it's been hard on her, too, and she's not throwing anyone against the side of a bridge!

Dean halts, “Sam. Y/N!” he calls. Y/N turns with a full-body glare, but her eyes widen when she sees a woman in a long, white dress standing on the bridge's railing. The woman looks over at them, and Y/N can see the resemblance to the picture of Constance. The woman's hair and dress sway in the wind, and she keeps her eyes on them as she allows herself to drop from the ledge. 

With a grunt, Sam rushes to the railing to look over it for her, Dean and Y/N not far behind him. 

"Where'd she go?" Dean barks. 

Breathless, Sam pushes out an "I don't know." 

The roar of the Impala's engine turning on startles them, their bodies whipping around just in time to see the headlights flick on. 

"What the-," Dean says. 

"Who's driving your car?" Y/N asks. 

Without taking his eyes off of the car, Dean pulls his keys from his pocket and jingles them, stealing Sam and Y/N's attention to them in unison. The engine revs, drawing back their wide eyes to the Impala. The tires squeal as the car begins to speed towards them. 

"Y/N, go! Go!" Dean says with a hand on each of his siblings, spinning them around to run in the opposite direction. Dean presses his hand firmly on Y/N's back as they run, keeping himself between her and the car. They run as fast as they can until Dean can feel the Impala's breath on his ankles, and he guides them towards the bridge's railing. 

Y/N's heart feels like a brick in her chest, weighing her down at the thought of jumping over. "I can't," she says in a breath, and all in a split second, she feels like her feet are cemented into the bridge's planks as Sam jumps over. "No!" she screams as Dean grips onto her arm, pulling them both over the bridge. 

Sam hangs from the ledge of the bridge, shouting for Y/N as her screams are washed out with a big splash. "Y/N!" he calls again from the back of his throat, climbing up the bridge to get on his knees. He looks over the bridge, scanning for Y/N and Dean, calling out when he sees his brother, "Dean! You alright?" 

"I'm super," Dean grumbles with an outstretched thumbs up. Lying on his back, half submerged in the muddy water. 

"I can't see Y/N! Where's Y/N?" Sam panics, and when the words hit Dean's ears, he springs to his feet in a second. He whirls around in a circle as he searches for her. 

"Y/N!" Dean shouts, wiping mud from his face. He paces around, "Y/N, where are you?" he yells, half-expecting her to pop out from behind a bush to scare him. 

The world spins around him for a moment, utterly void of sound aside from a ringing in his ears as Dean tries to comprehend what is happening. He closes his eyes tight, shaking his head to clear away the fog that covers him. They open onto the water, catching the moon's glimmer reflecting off something. He runs towards it, hopping from rock to rock until he finds Y/N's broken locket stuck in algae. Dean picks it up with shaky hands, recalling how her face lit up when he first gave it to her. She'd be devastated to see its state now. Fear spills down him in an icy chill.

His head swivels around in search of her. Tears, that he refuses to let fall, poke at his eyes when he sees her lying face down in the water, a bloody rock next to her.

“Y/N!” He shouts, rushing to her. He kneels to pull her out of the water by her shoulder, turning her over so that her back rests against his knee. "Y/N!" he yells again, and when she doesn't respond, he grabs her by the waist and hoists her over his shoulder. He grunts, shifting his weight before jogging for the shore. "Sam! I got her!" 

"Dean! Is she okay?" He calls out as he sprints down the side of the hill to catch up to them. The brothers reach the shore simultaneously, and Dean drops to his knees to gently set Y/N on the ground in front of him, Sam following suit. 

"Come on, be okay, be okay, be okay, be okay," Dean pleads softly, placing two fingers on her neck. His heart is beating so hard that he can't tell if it's her pulse he's feeling or his own. "Sam, I can't feel anything," he says. Dropping an ear to her mouth, he adds, "And I don't think she's breathing." 

"Call 911," Sam demands, ripping his jacket off to tie around Y/N's bleeding head wound. He quickly inspects the rest of her body for any bleeding before placing a hand on her chest. Looking up at Dean, who stands frozen, Sam puts his free hand on Dean's shoulder, "now, Dean!" he shouts, shoving him. 

Sam tilts Y/N's head back, checking again for a pulse, a breath, a twitch, a shudder, anything that meant he wouldn't have to perform CPR on his baby sister. He places his hands on her chest, one over the other, pausing in case her heart miraculously started again, but all he feels under his palms is the stillness of Y/N's wet and cold chest. 

Sam begins chest compressions, and the tears he'd been holding back rush out uncontrollably when he feels her ribs break under his palms. It makes him want to pull away, but he forces himself to continue. Dean watches in wide-eyed horror as he gives the 911 operator their location when asked, keeping his free hand pressed against his forehead. 

"Anything?" he shakily shouts at Sam after what feels like hours. Sam ignores him, counting out loud until he hits thirty again. He stops compressions to blow a shuddering breath into Y/N's mouth, watching her chest rise and fall before delivering another. "Hello! Is anybody on the way? My sister is dying here!" Dean shouts into the phone, but all that meets his ears is static. 

"Dean," Sam says with a heavy breath, beginning compressions again. "You gotta take over," he says between breaths. 

Without question, Dean drops his phone to the ground as he falls to his knees next to her, "come on, Y/N," he pleads, ignoring the burning in his knees as he places his hands together on top of Sam's. Sam leaves his hands under Dean's for just one compression before pulling away. 

"Okay, that's ten. You've got twenty more before breaths," Sam says before they count out loud together with every push into Y/N's chest. 

Dean is growing tired by his third round of compressions, but the sirens in the distance electrify him, giving him the energy he needs to continue. 

His face scrunches up as he musters the emotional and physical strength to keep going. Sam hurries to his feet, "don't stop, Dean, you're doing great!" he says with a palm at him. 

"Don't stop," Dean repeats mindlessly, "don't stop." 

Sprinting towards the paramedics, Sam waves his arms, shouting, "Down here! We're down here!" before he knows it, a group of professionals sprint down the hill, the gurney in tow. One takes a story from Sam as one tries to pull Dean away so the other two can take over caring for Y/N. 

"No, I can't stop!" he cries, which grabs Sam's attention, "don't stop," he nearly whispers, hands pumping into Y/N's chest. 

Sam rushes over and lowers himself to Dean's level. "Dean, let go. It's okay, they'll take it from here," he says, grabbing onto Dean's hands to pull him off of Y/N. They watch the paramedics in shock as they cut the shirt, bra, and pants off of Y/N, inspecting her skin. The first responders put what look like stickers with wires attached to them onto her chest and pull out the AED, telling everyone to stand clear before delivering a shock with a beep. Then, there was a pause and the silence that follows is deafening. Nothing. They check for a pulse and call clear again, shocking her. Then, nothing. Again. 

In the hospital's hallway, Dean tries to tune out the surround sound of constant beeping. His elbows rest on his scraped and bloody knees with his head held in his hands. He rocks back and forth, battling with himself. He sheds tears both out of fear for his sister's well-being and of guilt that he did the very thing he promised her he wouldn't: put her in danger.

The clacking of Sam's shoes pulls Dean from his homemade mental Hell. Dean lifts his head, quickly wiping his eyes before grabbing the cafeteria coffee. Sam's familiar smell of motel soap and deodorant washes away the torturous smell of hand sanitizer.

"Thanks," Dean mutters, taking a sip of the coffee before placing it next to him on the cold tile floor. 

Sam's eyes are red and puffy. Dean struggles to comprehend how Sam doesn't even try to hide the tears coming down. He often admires his brothers ability to wear his heart on his sleeve, though he'd never admit it. He wonders who he's being 'strong' for in this moment because it's certainly not himself.

Clearing his throat, Sam pulls his pants up slightly at the thighs before sitting on the bench next to Dean. He glances up at the ceiling momentarily, waiting for the announcement to end before asking, "Any news yet?"

Dean shakes his head. "No," he says in a raspy voice, forcing his eyes to look up and down the hall. "Excuse me," he says, standing to interrupt a nurse before she can enter a different room. "Would you mind helping us find whoever we need to talk to for an update on room 221?" he asks, gesturing to the door he hasn't been able to even look at since arriving.

Her eyes flutter to Sam, then the door, and back to Dean before she somberly nods. "Of course," she says, setting her pen back onto the clipboard as she turns to head in the direction she came.

Dean wants to return to his seat, but his body feels like an anchor. He sucks in a sharp breath. His shoulders tighten into his neck and with weak arms his hands fall to his hips. He hangs his head, clenching his teeth and pulling his face to suppress the tears. Sam jumps up to Stand with Dean, placing a hand tightly on his shoulder.

"She'll be alright," Sam says, not fully believing himself, "she's a Winchester; she has to be." 

Dean quickly straightens himself out because damn it, he's the one that's supposed to be taking care of his younger siblings - not the other way around.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" a deep voice echoes the hall and they whirl around to greet the doctor. Dean quickly slaps the tears from his face. "I'm Dr. Ferguson," he says, holding his arm up to shake hands with Sam, then Dean. "Let's go somewhere more private to talk."

"We're good here," Dean spits. 

"Very well," the doctor sighs, looking down the hall behind him. He shuffles them closer to the wall and out of the traffic flow. "Well, while we were able to restart her heart, I'm afraid your sister has sustained a substantial injury to the head," he says, "the trauma caused the tissue around her brain to swell quite rapidly, and well, we have her on a ventilator, but," he lets out a breath, "we haven't seen as much progress as we were hoping for. She's technically in a coma right now, but we hope to see her come out of it in the coming weeks." 

"Weeks?" Dean bellows.

"Yes, I'm afraid that's standard recovery time for an injury of this magnitude. Although, we'd be having an entirely different conversation if not for your quick thinking in the field," he says with a tight-lipped smile, eyes jumping from Dean's to Sam's, "it's a long road to recovery, but this is a good start." 

"And what happens if she doesn't wake up?" Sam asks. 

"We will do everything in our power to ensure that doesn't happen," the doctor nods. 

"Thanks, doc," Sam croaks. "Can - can we see her?" he stutters. 

"Of course," he says, pushing the door open with his fingertips, "go on in," he says.  

Sam immediately notices Dean's hesitancy when they exchange a glance, so he nods before taking a few steps into the room. He covers his mouth to stifle a sob when he sees his little sister with a tube down her throat and one in her nose. When he's close enough, he reaches for her hand and sits in the chair beside her, startled by the sound of the door shutting. Dean slowly enters the room, but keeps his distance.

Dean feels like the air is void of oxygen and tells himself to pull it together enough to stand by her bed. "Hey kiddo," Dean says to Y/N with a shaky breath. "God, please be okay," he says, forcing a smile as he grips onto her hand.

The two sit with Y/N for days, only leaving for bathroom trips and snack runs, but when one goes, the other stays, and when one is napping, the other is awake. Dean has grown slightly more self-composed but is still anxious as they stay by her side, even when the nurses come to deliver medications, chart vitals, or empty her catheter.

"Hey, Dean," Sam says, clearing his throat. 

"Yeah," he replies, keeping his eyes on Y/N. 

Sam looks down into his hands, "about my interview-" 

"Wait, what?" Dean says, cutting him off, "you're still gonna leave after all this?" he shouts through a clenched jaw. The chair scoots back in a screech as he quickly brings himself to his feet, "you don't wanna be here when she wakes up?" he asks, aggressively gesturing at Y/N. 

"Dean, we don't even know if she'll wake up," Sam quivers. 

"Man, you are a piece of work," Dean shouts, shaking his head. 

"If you would've let me finish," Sam growls with narrow eyes, "I was going to say that I called earlier… to reschedule it," he sighs, looking back at Y/N, "they were very understanding of the situation." 

"Oh," Dean says, turning on his heels to face away from Sam. He swipes a hand down his face, shaking his head when his eyes open to the white walls of the hospital's room. "Look, man, I'm sorry," he says, palms open and facing Sam. "This just has me on edge." 

Taking a few steps towards him, Sam holds back the urge to get nasty with Dean, telling him he's not the only one feeling 'on edge' about their sister's condition. Instead, he raises his palms and softens his face, "Me too. Believe me." 

By Thursday, Y/N had graduated from a ventilator to an oxygen mask. Though still needing the feeding tube, she's shown glimpses here and there of the Y/N they know and love, but overall, she struggles to remain conscious. The doctors are calling it a 'Minimally Conscious State' and "completely normal with this type of recovery."

On Saturday, Sam heads out for food from a local restaurant at Dean's request - something about them having good pies - but Sam has a sneaking suspicion that Dean needs some time alone with Y/N, and Sam could use the fresh air anyway.

Sitting in the chair beside her bed, Dean holds one of Y/N's hands in both of his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry I failed you, Y/N," he cries. "I should have been protecting you," he whispers, letting the tears fall freely now, "but instead of doing that, I got you into this mess."

Looking up at Y/N's face, he swears he sees a tear slip down her cheek. Despite being convinced he's imagining it, he reflexively draws his hand to wipe her tear away, gasping when it comes back wet. His heart races as he gently stands to get beside her in the bed. "Shh," he coos, wrapping his arm around her.

His eyes fall shut, and he's transported back in time to the almost seven-month period where she would only fall asleep if Dean were right there in bed next to her. Through tears and voice cracks, he sings Hey Jude in a whisper, occasionally reaching over to wipe her tears away.

"I love you so much," he whispers. "I don't know how to live without you," he says, his tears turning into sobs. "Please wake up," he cries, arm wrapped tightly around her, "I promise I'll teach you how to drive if you just please wake up."

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[sorryimananti-romantic]

you wont BELIEVE who i saw today at the funfair...

out of all the hundreds of people there, on my way out of the funfair i saw... PRETTY BOY :○○○○○○○

ion think this is a coincidence like bro finds a way to waltz back into my life the moment i stop thinking about him (i swear im green flag dude loyal guys)

HE LOOKED FINE AS EVER OMGG the loose t-shirt n baggy pants. BAGGY PANTS (ik this is one of the most basic fits but he looked so eye-catching in it omdssss)

nah cos i had to literally look twice to make sure that was him bc at first glance my brain was like "aint no way thats bro-"

(my hands were shaking and i literally stumbled after the ride 😭 the girl next to me was so sweet omg we were suspended in the air while people on the opposite side were boarding n she was like "are you okay?" cos i was reciting ayatul kursi n every dua i knew 😭 apparently it was her SIXTH time on that ride :0 it was my first 😞 and i kinda made friends with her little sister n the child GAVE ME A HUG AT THE END OMGG 💜 i was so shaken up afterwards that even her father was like "you good?" cos im pretty sure i looked the opposite of good 😭 HER FAMILY WAS SO SWEET MASHA ALLAH I LOVE THEM SMMM 💜💜💜) (its wild cos looking back to it i was screaming so effortlessly??? like yk how you have to inhale and yk prepare or wtv b4 u scream? i was screaming as if i was talking bro 💀)

(sorry for the extra long note i need to share this excitement w someone 😞😞)

pretty boy anon (sending an ask instead of dming for aesthetic purposes)

yeah sure you're loyal to green flag dude. just like i'm loyal to san :') (let's ignore that my entire existence be revolving around yunho these days)

for our sanity i would say we start believing that coincidences are coincidences periodt LOL but if we're feeding delulus rn then sure omgg you saw him (green flag dude sounding better rn bc the only ppl allowed to look good in baggy pants are my nct bois:

(baggy jeans you know what i mean) (ignore that)

(also what ride made you reconsider your life choices bc that sounds like my kind of thing 🤩 i've had a near-death experience on a pirate ship once you know the thing that's holding the ship up? my 14 yo ass couldn't find a seat and decided to just hold on to that (don't ask me why no one made sure everyone was seated) and istg that ship literally swung up all the way to the very top and i was LITERALLY DANGLING IN THE AIR the only thing separating me from my death was... my death grip on that wire thingy LMAO while the others who were seated were enjoying their ride less and screaming/worrying about me more, i... had the time of my life. it was sth i wish i can experience again LOL i'm not even joking :D)

#pretty boy anon #green flag dude anon #??? make up your mind bro #kudos to that kid and their fam for making sure you weren't seeing azrael ig KJHGJDFGH #yumi.asks

[nogenderbee]

Heya~ it's me again, your beloved ☁️ anon *insert tsukasa laughing*

I'm very sorry for being inactive this lately, school and homework are sucks and I don't even have time for myself😞.

And, OH just saw your doing my req and I wanted to say THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR DOING MY REQ, IT'S SO CUTE🥰. TSUKASA IS MY COMFORT CHARACTER AND YOUR WRITING MAKE ME MORE INLOVE WITH ✨MY STAR✨ AAAAHHHHSJEJDJD- (simp-)

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Anyways, i saw that fluff alphabet for tsukasa almost all the letters have been made except for 3 more letters. And i want to completed it.

That's why, if you don't mind, may i request d,l,n for tsukasa?

Don't pressure yourself and take your time, I don't mind if it takes long :)

Hope you have a great day^^

Hello my lovely ☁️ anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed that post and don't worry, I know school can be tiring ^^ and I'm so glad to announce that Tsukasa fluff alphabet is complete! WOHOOO!!

Anyway take care of yourself as well and I hope you enjoy <3

Tsukasa D, L, N fluff alphabet

Tag List: @alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

⊱ Distance ═ They are in long distance relationship. How do they act in it? Do they have any plans for meeting their lover?

You and Tsukasa probably met on some socials that had to do with performances or Saki introduced you to each other. If he meets you through his sister, he tries a little more to not loose contact with you. If you met on socials he still tries his best not to loose contact but he knows that it's easy through online...

When you got together, Tsukasa almost immediately wanted to go to you and hug you as a thanks for accepting his feelings to you, but of course he couldn't... but that won't stop him from any dates! He likes to video chat or just call you somewhere in the day so you won't be tired the next day. That's why sometimes he's just walking around the streets showing you places and talking about everything. You also probably know backstage of Wonder Stages like the back of your hand thanks to him!

After at least a few months of dating, Tsukasa starts to be more and more impatient, he just wants to go to you or wants you here with him! His family probably won't let him so when Wonderland x Showtime decided to go to your country for some research, he was so excited. Of course he immediately texted you and asked if you're alright with this place. And when the day he sees you comes, he literally rushes at you and captures you in tight hug.

"YN!! You're her!! We finally can have real date! C'mon I heard that this attraction is one of the best here!"

⊱ Lazy ═ How do they spend lazy days with their lover?

Dates with Tsukasa are often anything but lazy, although there are exception. For example if he's drowned out after a show and you're tired for whatever reason you may have, he'll lay on his bed with you and start cuddling. Sometimes he'll also put on some of his favorite shows or just music and will burry his head in the crack of your neck. If he's really tired you might even hear how he mumbles soft compliments to you without even realizing it, so feel free to just remember him about it later and you can see his flushed face.

"I'm not feeling like doing anything energetic today... What about we watch some of our favorite shows and cuddle?"

⊱ Nickname ═ How do they call you? Where did they took this idea from?

Tsukasa always saw you as his light, so that's not a surprise that he wanted to give you a special nickname. Names like darling, sweetheart, sunshine and similar sounded too basic for him. That's when he thought of calling you "his star" but you already call him like that... and if he's going to be a star, that nickname wouldn't necessarily fit... but at the same time you completely deserve to be called a star! That's when he ended up rambling to Rui how he can't think of any special nickname to you. And luckily for him, his friend started teasing him how he should call you "his co-star". At first he brushed it off but later he stayed thinking about it more and more, when he realized that it's not the worst nickname.

Tsukasa was really nervous about calling you that, he thought that maybe you won't like it or worse... will brak up with him because of that.

"H-Hello my dear co-star! ... Yes I called you co-star... should I stop...? If you don't like it I can go back to calling you YN!!"

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[tsukisluv]

hello its me again i had another billlie request bc it came to my head,, whats billlie’s reactions to their s/o having a comfort object (ex: i have a stuffed bunny) who they bring everywhere or else they get very anxious? luv ya irene <3

HOW BILLLIE WOULD REACT TO THEIR S/O HAVING A COMFORT ITEM ! (PT. 1 ; moon sua, suhyeon, haram, & tsuki)

pairing: gf!billlie x gn!reader

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content: just fluff, i'm terribly late to this i know guys 😞. isn't proofread, i'm sorry for any mistakes i'm tired guys. tsuki's is unnecessarily long and v self indulgent chat

문수아, moon sua "don't forget!"

stiffled giggles struggle to escape sua's mouth as you completely hault in your tracks, spinning away from the door frame. she had expected the worried look on your face. you patted yourself down, rummaging through the bag that hung over your shoulder. “sua have you seen my-” she cut you off before you could finish “this?” sua says rather blankly. a smirk rests on her face, the item you were searching for gently grasped in her hands. she couldn't help but smile at the way your eyes lit up or how many thank you's left your lips as you had realized. it was no doubt that sua had loved just everything about you, but your love for the item made her fall harder. ever since she had discovered the item, she made it a key point to keep track of it. she couldn't bare to see you in distress because it had turned up missing. she placed the item in your hands with utmost care. her left hand found your waist and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "stay safe, (y/n). i love you." you quickly wrapped your arms around her neck bringing her into a warm embrace. "thank you so much, sua. i love you too." she was taken aback before completely melting into your soft touch. she loved seeing you happy. "as much as i'd love to keep you here, you're going to be late." she pulled back ever so slightly, your arms moving down to her waist. "you know i don't care." she playfully rolls her eyes at your words. "and you know i do." her hands softly cup your cheeks. you leaned into her hands, aching to call off and spend the rest of the day in bed with your girlfriend. "sushi for dinner?" you asked quietly. "you're stalling, (y/n)." she replied. it was your turn to roll your eyes. you left one last kiss on sua's lips, before heading out of the door and tucking the item into your bag. you open the car door, looking up and seeing the girl leaning against the door frame still. you dramatically blew her a kiss. "parting is such sweet sorrow." you called out. she laughed before blowing one back and making her way into the house.

수현, suhyeon "you're so adorable."

suhyeon nearly squealed out when she had come home one day to you cuddled up in her bed, clutching onto an item rather foreign to her. when you had finally awoken, she subtly brought it up. "what do we have here?" her tone sickly sweet. she pouted at the sad look that washed across your features. was she teasing you? did she think you were childish? stupid even? suhyeon knew you like the back of her own hand, quickly reassuring you. "honey, it's so cute. i've just never seen it before, why's that?" she loved hearing you talk, especially after long days like these that enabled her to be away from you for long periods of time. she took note of every detail you said. she couldn't keep her eyes off of you as you spoke. her heart felt as if it was continuously being tugged at. "you're so adorable, y'know that?" she laughed out once you had finished your mini rant. a pink hue settled itself across your cheeks leading you to dig your face into her neck. "thankyou." you mumbled out, only emitting more giggles from the young woman. she entangled her fingers with yours, using the other hand to feel the material of the item you loved so dearly. "it's fitting." she whispers out. you removed your head from her neck, speaking up, "what do you mean?" your head tilted to the side in confusion. "i dunno, love. jus' matches your energy." she removes the hand that was on the item and brings it up to stroke your hair. she kisses your nose. and then your forehead. and then your cheek. before you know it soft pecks are placed all over your face. your nose crinkles up, smile widening and eyes closing. laughs filled the room as she maneuvered on top of you, pinning you down and tickling your sides. you squirmed, trying to escape her strong hold. "s-suhyeon stop it!" you managed out, involuntary laughs and heavy breaths interrupting you. "okay okay, fine." she backed up a little, still straddling your lap. "i. love. you." she said in between quick kisses on your lips. she straightened her legs out, tiredly laying on top of you. "i love you more." you murmured before closing your eyes, letting yourself fall back asleep.

하람, haram "it's safe with me, love."

haram watched you closely as your leg bounced up and down. your eyebrows knitted themselves together closely, a slight frown etched on your features. you had agreed to come to practice with her for the day. billlie had recently done back to back shows outside of the country, and ever since she returned she refused to leave your side. the girls were packing up, satisfied with their accomplishments today. "what's wrong, (n/n?" she asked. she would be lying if she said she wasn't beyond concerned right now. she wasn't used to you being so quiet, rather accustomed to your bubbly, hyper behavior. "nothing." you quietly muttered out, leg still shaking. you refused to meet her gaze. you kept your head down, fighting to hold back tears at your girlfriend's question. she bent down in front of you, placing her hands on your knees. her thumbs rubbed back and forth in a comforting manner. her heart nearly shattered as she took notice of the tears that made their way down your face. trying to remain as calm as possible, she grabbed her bag and began to search through it. she grabbed the item, knowing just how easily it was able to comfort you. resuming her position on the floor in front of you, she placed the object on your lap. your giggles turned into soft chuckles, slightly scaring the girl before you. "i thought i lost it." you croaked out, voice still shaky from your tears. haram stood up, lifting your chin to maintain eye contact. “you left it at my house a few days ago, love. i completely forgot to tell you! i'm sorry.” she apologized profusely. you only shook your head, silencing her apologies. your head nuzzled into her stomach, arms wrapping around her waist. she brought her arms around your neck, leaning down to place her head atop yours. moon sua, the only member left in the dance studio watched the interaction between the couple. her heart melted at the sight of her fellow member so in love.

츠키, tsuki "are you okay?!??"

"(y/nnnnnnnnnnn)" tsuki called through the dark house. the girls had finally completed their promotion schedules, allowing tsuki to finally rest. all she wanted to do was take a much needed shower and snuggle up with you. a pink note on the fridge caught her eye. "be back, went to get dinner. get some rest. i love you, bunny." the girl blushed, trailing her finger against the note and taking it off of the door of the refrigerator. after carefully stuffing it into her skirt pocket, she shuffled into your shared bedroom and dropped her bag on the ground. a flash of light from outside of your room caught her off guard. a pit began to form in her stomach. the rain couldn't of been that bad when she arrived, there's no way. right? she knew how scared you were of thunderstorms. her heart filled with worry. it wasn't safe for you to be out on the road. she began to search her bag for her phone, only to look up and see your comfort item. her heart dropped. you never went anywhere without it, and considering the storm she was beyond scared. her efforts to find her phone got increasingly faster. after eventually finding it, she dialed your number. she called once. twice. three times. tears began to prick her eyes, your voicemail playing for a third time. she clutched the item close to her, bringing her knees to her chest. she let the tears flow, rocking herself back and forth. grogginess eventually wore over her and she succumbed to the sleep that she desperately desired. "tsuki?" your voice echoed back to you. the lights were still off, just the way you had left them. you noticed tsuki's arrival, seeing her cheerfully bounce through the door through the doorbell camera you guys had. you shrugged off your coat which was covered in rain. the thunderstorm had startled you, and you wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of your loving girlfriend. you placed the groceries on the kitchen island before making your way to your bedroom. tsuki's head slowly perked up from her knees, alerted by the noise. "y/n!" she didn't give you time to reply, jumping onto you. her arms trapped you into a hug. "are you okay??" she eagerly pulled away. her hands were placed on your cheeks, eyes glued to yours. your confusion was replaced with concern once you saw the tear stains under her eyes. "are you, bunny?" you ignored her question. you didn't want her to worry about you. you knew how tiring promotions could get. "you weren't here, and you left it, and it's raining, and you didn't answer-" you cut her rambling off by bringing her back into your arms. "i didn't have service tsuki, i'm so sorry." your apologies were meaningless to her. she didn't care, as long as you were safe. you noticed something abnormally shaped popping out of her pocket. you quickly noticed that it was your comfort item. all of your worries relieved themselves. tsuki was safe, as well as your prized comfort item.

[simpforchuchu]

hey there Sade! I'm currently having a really hard time, so here I am bothering you with these boring request 😞 How would Dazai and Chuuya react if someone close to them (crush or s/o, whichever you prefer) had been completely hardened by past trauma (mainly abusive family, and partners taking advantage of her love) and broke down in front of them one night? Like, they're usually this collected, strong person, but as soon as they're shown some affection they just crumble, and fear they'll be abandoned or betrayed again. Please, and I really mean this: feel free to ignore this for whatever reason. Hugs to you.

Chuuya / Dazai x s/o who is thinking they are using her

a/n:I'm really sorry for the delay, here is your request.Hope you like it ♥️ And it is actually Seda fjjekf

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: past traumas, angst but more comforts

Chuuya

• He's always a caring and sweet boyfriend

• No matter how angry he is, he is careful around you and tries not to upset you.

•  But sometimes you're still afraid because of your past

• He never broke your trust and made you feel that he was always there for you.

• He adores your strength and intelligence and is proud of you

• But one day when your anxiety and traumas chased you, you exploded and he froze.

• When you told him that you thought he didn't love you, that he was taking advantage of you and that he was going to leave sooner or later, even though he was offended, he realized that there was something wrong and he softened his voice.

• "Babe, why are you feeling like that ? What happened ? Did someone tell you smth not true ? Please talk to me."

• He realized there was a trauma when you shouted and cried and said he was going to leave like everyone else in the past and he hugged you and let you cry

• After a while, when you calmed down, he made you tell everything and listened seriously.

• He hugged you tightly and stroked your hair

• "I can't change the past but I promise you I will always be by your side as long as you want me baby. I love you so much, you are my everything. You are the only light that illuminates my darkness and I have no intention of leaving it to you."

• When you looked up at him with what he said, he smiled and hugged you tightly again.

Dazai

• Even though you think he cares and loves you, Dazai is a total bastard sometimes

• He always makes you laugh and says he loves you but we all know how flirty he is

• Once again, when you heard that he was talking to another woman in a flirty manner next to you, you couldn't take it anymore.

• Even though you knew it was to make you jealous, the past wouldn't let go.

• You walked out of the cafe in a fit of anger and came home

• When Dazai got home and heard you cry, he realized his mistake but it wasn't that simple.

•  It wasn't just a tantrum of jealousy.

•  "Babe, I'm really sorry.I was a dick, Im sorry."

• He was shocked when you started crying and yelling at him and saying he was using you

• Did he really make you feel that way?

• He apologized many times but you cried even more

• You saw that he was hurt too when he said he hurt you and only used you for sex

• He apologized to you and tried to calm you down

•  He guessed why you felt this way, he knew a little of your past and that was enough for him.

•  He felt disgusting

• You talked all night and he explained himself to you and apologized over and over again

•  Forgiving him wasn't easy but at the end of the night you were sleeping in his arms

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