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seths-rogens · 9 months

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for the writing prompts i GOTTA ask for #34 "why are you so cold" eeeeeeeee i'm twirling my hair already. pairing of your choice <3 and if 34 isn't inspiring, please go for which ever one you hoped someone would request!

okay this is longer than the last two prompts and Wayyyy spicier than anything I've ever posted (even if it is still fairly tame i think) but here u go bestie! hope u liiiike <3

word count: 2.9k | rating: E

cw: blood drinking

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34. Why are you so cold?

“What’re you cooking?”

Steve startles in his place by the stove, whipping round and slamming back up against the oven. Boiling water sloshes over the rim of the pan, soaking into the back of his t-shirt.

He barely feels it, too focused on the figure standing in the doorway to the hall. They’re drenched in shadow, features unrecognisable. He’d had the lights low to offset the migraine that was ever so slowly wearing off, but also because it felt wrong to turn the lights on at two in the morning.

He regrets that now.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” Steve chokes out, wishing more than anything that he had his nail bat within reach. He glances off to the side, judging the distance between himself and the knife block. If only he could—

“Now, now, Stevie. That’s no way to treat an old friend.”

Steve inhales sharply, his eyes adjusting to the dark.

Long hair, lank and tangled. A once white shirt shredded and stained with blood so dark it seemed black. Torn jeans and muddied white Reeboks. Steve can't see past the tears in the clothes, but he knows it probably isn't pretty.

A dead man takes a step forward out of the shadows.

“Eddie.”

“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” Eddie grins, baring his teeth. Even in the dark they gleam bright white.

“You’re dead.”

"I am?!" Eddie exclaims, starting to frantically pat himself down. Steve winces - that's gotta hurt. He pats at his chest, rests a hand over his heart and breathes deep. "God, you had me worried for a sec there, Stevie boy."

"This isn't real."

"Then what, pray tell, do you think it is?"

"A-a dream. Or a nightmare. Or... or Vecna's back and I'm his next goddamn victim. Fucking figures right?" Steve rambles on, borderline hysterical.

Eddie takes another couple steps closer. He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and ducks his head as if he's blushing. "Aw, Stevie, you dream about me?"

"No. They're nightmares." He takes a shuddering breath, squeezing his eyes shut. "It's just you dying over and over. Bleeding out in my arms, fucking screaming at me to help you." He scoffs before mumbling under his breath. "God, what am I doing? Talking to a freaking mirage."

Steve turns around and leans against the counter. He stares into the boiling water. The pasta's probably overcooked by now.

"You're not real." Steve mutters to himself in reassurance,

A hard line of pressure bares down against the expanse of his back. Steve's breath catches in his throat. "Are you sure, Sweetheart?"

Too solid, all too real, hands gently grasp his hips, before sliding round his waist. A gentle tug and he's pulled into a one-sided embrace. "Don't I feel real?"

Steve doesn't know whether to melt into the feeling or fight it off.

It's been strange, the last few months. Since they fought Vecna and closed the Upside Down off. Everyone's been different.

Steve included.

He tries hard to be the rock the group needs, but it weighs on him. He can take everyone else's pain, but who will take his?

But now, wrapped in strong arms, Steve feels his resolve waning. It would be so easy to fall apart.

He pushes the thoughts back. Eddie is dead. This thing behind him is a trick.

Steve spins, pressing his palms flat against Not-Eddie's chest and pushing. Quickly, he shifts to the side, leaning over to the switch on the wall and turning on the under cabinet lights.

He jumps when he turns back round, Not-Eddie much too close for comfort. "Afraid of the dark, are we, pretty boy?"

In the light, Steve takes a closer look. The skin beneath the tears in Eddie's clothes is smooth and unmarred where it should be mangled. The tips of his fingers are near black, like he'd dipped them in ink, the nails sharp. Steve glances at Eddie's grin, notices the extra length of each of his canines, the way they're sharp like fngs.

Finally, he meets Eddie's eyes. Sees the way they're tinged red. Gasps.

"Like what you see?" Not-Eddie smiles, those fangs of his pressing divots into his bottom lip.

Steve stares, only a little terrified. "You're not Eddie."

Eddie frowns. "It's a little bit different, I know, but that's what happens when you're the last meal of a few hundred alternate dimension demon bats."

"No... no, I--" Steve shakes his head. "You can't be him. You can't be."

"And why's that?"

Steve feels a sting in his eyes. His heart starts to pound. "You were dead. Your heart stopped." He tries to back away further, the counter at his back halting his futile efforts. "We left you there... Oh god... Eddie, we--"

He slides down to the floor, tucking his knees tight to his chest as his breath comes in short pants. "I'm so fucking sorry. I left you there. I... I'm sorry."

With a grace unseen of the Eddie of before,he slinks down to a crouch and speaks with a harsh clarity unlike his previous joviality. "My heart stopped, Harrington. I bled out. That isn't on you."

"But I--"

"No. It's on Vecna. You killed him, yeah?"

Steve nods. "Yeah."

"Then you did all you could. Like, avenged me or whatever."

Steve runs a hand down his face, surprised to find it coming away wet. "I'm still sorry."

"Steve... I--" Eddie reaches out, cupping Steve's cheek in the palm of his hand. Steve flinches at the sensation of skin touching skin. "What? What's wrong?"

"Why are you so cold?"

Eddie's skin is cold. Icy like the time Tommy pressed his hand to the back of Steve's neck after taking an ice bath. Cold like the snow Robin shoved down the back of his coat last winter. Cold like the waters of Lovers Lake, and the frigid air of the Upside Down.

It's inhuman.

Eddie sighs. "So uh, I don't think I'm human anymore." He grimaces awkwardly. "Surprise?"

"What do you mean you're not human?" Steve grits out through clenched teeth.

Eddie falls backwards onto his butt, sitting criss-cross applesauce across the room. The pot is bubbling over on the stove. Steve ignores it.

"Well. I should be dead, right? We've established that." He fiddles with a dirty strand of hair. "But all my bites are healed. And I can feel my teeth in my head. They ache and they're sharper than they were before. And..." He pauses, trailing off.

"Spit it out, Munson."

"And I can hear your heart beating. I can smell your blood."

Steve presses his fingers against the bridge of his nose. "So you're saying you're what exactly?"

"I think I'm a vampire."

"A vampire. Of course you are. Why wouldn't you be?"

"Look, I know we weren't that close, but I figured Henderson would freak out if I showed up at his house and the others' parents would ask too many questions."

"So I'm the last resort?"

"No, Steve. I came here because I trust you." He shrugs. "I thought we might've been friends if I'd made it out, y'know? I thought you might be willing to help."

Steve's shoulders slump as the weight of those words sets in. He nods. "What do you need?"

He smiles, canines glinting. "I'm fucking starving."

Steve laughs softly. "Well I've got enough overcooked macaroni if that works?"

Eddie smiles back. "Sounds good."

Steve pushes himself to his feet and offers Eddie a hand up, which he takes gratefully if the extravagant bow he offers means anything. He grabs two bowls and a couple forks, and dishes out the overdone monstrosity.

With a sheepish grin, Steve passes Eddie a bowl and sits next to him at the breakfast bar.

Steve digs in as Eddie takes his first mouthful.

There's quiet for a moment, then, "Hmm?"

"What?" Steve asks through a mouthful.

"I didn't consider this part."

"What part?"

"I'm a vampire, Steve."

"So?" He pokes at the pasta with his fork.

"Vampires don't tend to eat human food. Humans are the food."

Steve splutters, choking on a bite of pasta. He drops his fork, appetite gone.

"You don't have any raw meat by any chance?"

Steve grimaces. "Haven't really been able to stomach it since," He gestures to his bat bites, still healing. "Y'know." Eddie nods sympathetically. "I'd offer to drive to the butchers but since it's," He checks his watch. "Three-twenty-seven AM, I think they'll be closed. Sorry man."

Eddie slumps in his seat, running a hand through his mud streaked hair. "It's fine. I'm sure I'll last until tomorrow. Do you mind if I take a shower though?"

"Sure."

He leads Eddie up to his parent's bathroom. "Take as long as you like. I'll grab you a spare change of clothes."

Eddie nods with a smile and ducks into the bathroom. Steve waits until he hears the water running before rushing into his bedroom to pull out the comfiest clothes he owns. A soft pair of heather grey sweatpants and an old, worn in Hawkins Swim team t-shirt.

He folds them up and leaves them on the bathroom counter, keeping his eyes downcast.

He heads back downstairs, scrapes what's left of their food into the trash and starts to pace.

Eddie is alive and in his bathroom. *Eddie is alive and in his bathroom.*

He should be freaking out, and sure, some part of him is, but another part of him is overcome with a sort of overjoyed awe. Maybe he came back a little different, but at least he isn't dead.

It's at that moment that a thought crosses Steve's mind. Eddie is alive again, and he needs to do anything he can to keep him that way.

Steve settles on his parents long untouched bed and waits, raring himself to make an offer he never thought he would.

When the water shuts off Steve swears he feels his heart stop for a moment.

Eddie smiles when he opens the bathroom door, steam billowing out in a cloud after him. He's trying the ends of his hair with one of Steve's mom's 'hotel quality towels', wearing the borrowed pair of sweats and Steve’s old shirt. "That water pressure is insane, man. I don't think the trailer park has ever had anything like that."

"Ha. Yeah. So I was thinking--" Steve starts, holding himself tense.

Eddie laughs softly. "Don't hurt yourself."

"Funny." Steve rolls his eyes. "What I was gonna say was, you could always, uh, feed on me. If you want. If it's not like weird or whatever."

Eddie watches him with a stunned expression. Eyes wide and jaw slack.

Steve keeps going. "Just because you said you were hungry, and if you haven't eaten since you got out of the Upside Down - which we will be talking about by the way - then you probably really need to eat, right?"

"Right." Eddie nods, walking over to the opposite side of the bed to where Steve sits. "And you're just offering yourself up like a jock on a platter?" He shakes his head, sitting next to Steve, up against the headboard. "The kings are supposed to feast on the peasants, Stevie. Not the other way around."

"C'mon, man. You said you were starving."

"I could really hurt you, Steve. It's not worth that."

Eddie ducks his head and Steve grabs his wrist, squeezing a little."You trust me, right? So I can trust you back. I trust that you'll know when to stop. I trust that you won't hurt me."

"It's not that simple."

"You don't know that. You won't know if you don't try."

"You're reckless, you know that?" Steve just grins. Eddie hesitates. "Only if you're sure."

"I'm sure." Steve tilts his neck to the side. Edde starts to lean in, shuffling awkwardly to try and find a better angle. Steve takes pity. "Here, maybe this is easier." He swings a leg over Eddie's thighs and drops into his lap.

Eddie gasps as his weight settles. Their eyes meet and everything narrows. Nothing else matters, only two men in an empty mansion in Loch Nora.

Tentatively, Steve loops his wrists together behind Eddie's neck, the wet strands of his hair brushing his skin. "Is this better?"

Eddie nods, awestruck. “Yeah. That’s good.”

Steve nods. “Okay. Cool.”

A pause. They watch one another.

“You can bite me now.”

“Right.”

Eddie leans in, dragging his nose along the column of Steve’s neck, inhaling that sweet, tart smell.

Steve tries to repress a shiver.

Eddie bares his fangs, prepares to bite.

“Wait!” Steve stops him, ducking away from Eddie’s mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Is it gonna hurt?” “I don’t know.”

“Right. Of course. Sorry.” He shakes his head. “Continue.”

He closes his eyes, bares his neck once more.

It’s like a prick, at first, when Eddie’s fangs pierce his skin. A little uncomfortable but not unbearable.

But then, all encompassing heat. Spreading down, down from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

Steve gasps, eyes flying open as he twitches in Eddie’s lap, clenching his hands into fists. The heat pools in Steve’s gut as he feels his sweatpants grow just that bit tighter. He rolls his hips without thinking, lets out a guttural moan as his eyes roll back into his head. Feels his toes curl in his socks.

Eddie pulls away. “Steve?”

“Don’t stop. Why did you stop?” His breath comes in short pants.

Eddie grimaced. “You seem a little, uh… compromised? I don’t wanna continue if you’re gonna hate me after. Don’t think I could live with myself.”

Steve meets Eddie’s eyes, sees the dark, wide circles of his pupils. His own probably just as large. “I don’t want you to stop. I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

“Does it feel… does it feel good?”

“So fucking good. I want you to keep going.”

“You’re sure?”

Steve rolls his eyes, tangling a hand in the hair at the back of Eddie’s head and dragging him into a kiss, wet and messy with blood and spit. Eddie gasps against Steve’s lips.

When they pull back, his eyes grow ever darker as they take in the blood smeared around Steve’s mouth.

Steve leans into Eddie’s ear. Whispers. “Bite me again.”

With a moan, Eddie grips Steve at the roots of his hair, tugs his head to the side. Steve lets out an involuntary whimper.

“Fuck…” Steve sighs, eyes falling closed as Eddie’s teeth pierce his skin for the second time.

He feels his cock straining against its confines. He starts to roll his hips again, short, frantic jerks as he clenches and unclenches his hand in Eddie’s hair. “Eddie… fuck, Eddie, please.”

Eddie pulls off, licks over the punctures, presses his bloody lips to Steve’s adams apple. “What do you need, baby?”

Steve just whimpers, continues to grind in Eddie’s lap.

Eddie grasps Steve’s hips, stilling him. “Answer me, Sweetheart.”

Steve whines. “Fuck. Need you. Need more.”

“Good, that’s good, baby. You’re doing so well for me.” Eddie’s hands slide down to Steve’s ass, where he grabs both cheeks in a firm unrelenting grip. He squeezes, pulls, forces Steve to start a slow grind. “God, I wish I could rip you outta these, Stevie.”

Steve freezes, shudders, sits back in Eddie’s hands to meet his eye. Swimming black meets swimming black.

“Do it.”

“You’re serious?”

Steve nods. “I have other sweatpants.”

Eddie smirks. He digs his shoe nails into the fabric of Steve’s sweats, pulls until a loud ripping noise cuts through the quiet of the room. Eddie tears until he can pull the scraps away from Steve’s legs and drops them to the floor.

“Holy fuck.” Steve dives in for another kiss, grinding his barely covered cock against Eddie’s in his borrowed sweatpants as he shoves his tongue in Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie gropes his ass again, little fingers dipping down until they brush the now bare skin of Steve’s thighs below the hem of his briefs. He controls the rhythm and Steve can do nothing but let him.

“Can you come like this?” Eddie asks breathily. Steve just whines an affirmation. “Good. I want you to.” Eddie smirks, but the stuttering of his hips betrays how much he’s affected.

They become desperate, pace frantic and uncoordinated. They’re not kissing anymore, just breathing into one another’s mouths. Steve clutches tight to the back of Eddie’s shirt as Eddie shifts one hand from Steve’s ass and presses it hard to the bulge in his pants. “Come for me, baby.”

The coil in Steve’s stomach unwinds and he tenses as he falls over the edge, muscles pulling tight like a bowstring. He moans unintelligibly, eyes clenching shut as the roll of his hips turns to involuntary little jerks.

Everything fades to black.

When he comes to, he’s wrapped up in strong arms.

“Back with me?” Eddie asks kindly, a warm smile upon his - now clean - lips.

“How long was I out?” Steve sits up stiffly, stretching and rubbing his eyes.

“Just a little while. I got you some water.”

Steve grabs the water bottle on the bedside table, chugging down half before recapping it. “So we should do that again sometime.”

Eddie laughs. “You read my mind.” Steve turns to him, they share a smile.

Steve smirks. “Thought that was your job, Mr Vampire.”

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bellofthemeadow · 10 months

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The Road Ahead - Epilogue | Frankie Morales x female reader

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Previous Chapter

For most of your married life, you dedicated yourself to waiting for Frankie. After each deployment, you patiently awaited his return, longing for the moment when he would be by your side again. During those nights when nightmares consumed his thoughts, you yearned for him to open up to you, hoping that he would find solace in sharing his pain. And as his addiction spiraled out of control, you held onto the hope that he would recognize his problem and seek help. However, despite your countless protests and pleas, you now find yourself waiting for him once more as he ventures off to Colombia, engaged in God knows what.

But this time is different. Determined, you make a solemn promise to yourself: You will never wait for Frankie again.

Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 4K

Warning: Applicable for the entire fic / PTSD, drug use and addiction, postpartum depression, abusive familial relationships, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanism, explicit sexual content, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, super angsty

Chapter Summary: This isn't the end, rather it is just the beginning of the rest of your life.

Notes: All right everyone, this is it. I can't believe this story is over, I am so happy I took the plunge and started to post online. This experience has been wonderful and you all have been amazing. Thank you to everyone who commented, liked or reblogged this story you guys helped me so much when I thought about giving up. If ever anyone wants more content from this universe I'd be more than happy to answer any prompts or asks. Now I am unto my Joel Miller x reader fic, I know a bunch of you want to be tagged and I am working on figuring out how :D

Hope you all enjoy this last chapter and in the meantime, take care of yourselves and I love you all very much xoxox

Family

"Here you go, a large sparkling water with three slices of lemon. You know I would've made a lemonade if you wanted; it would probably taste better than that stuff. Smells sour as hell." Will puts the large glass on the small table next to the pool lounge chair. You smile over your sunglasses.

"Thanks, Will. I really appreciate it," you express with gratitude. "Lemonade is just too sweet, these days only something that packs a good sour punch can even begin to curb my cravings. I think that if I send Frankie on another midnight hunt for Warheads, he might just end up moving back in with Alma," you add playfully, a mischievous glint in your eyes. As you speak, you pluck one of the large lemon slices off the glass and eagerly sink your teeth into the tangy, bitter flesh, savouring the burst of sour flavour hitting your tongue.

Will scrunches his nose. "Fish told me he saw you put a whole bag of Sour Patch Kids in your vanilla milkshake last week. Anything else we gotta be worried about, except for major heartburns and fried taste buds?" Will teases. You playfully put one of your hands on your taut round stomach. "Gotta keep the little one happy, and he insists that a milkshake with Sour Patch Kids is the breakfast of champions." Will smiles, trying to hide his amusement. "Hope you're still getting all of your food groups, though." You roll your eyes in jest. "My goodness, you're worse than Frankie. Don't worry, this isn't my first rodeo. I know what I'm doing." Will raises his hands in surrender. "My apologies didn't mean to offend. I know you know what you're doing. I just want to make sure you're all right.” A pause, as pregnant as you are, emerges “Are you alright?"

A giddy smile makes its way to your face. "Better than ever. Honestly, you have nothing to worry about, Will. I am thriving," you exclaim as you shimmy your shoulders in a little up-and-down dance. Will softens at your little display. "I am glad, then. You know I am always there if you need anything, right?" "I know, Will. And thank you." You hum in response before a comfortable silence opens between you two as Will looks over to where his brother is trying his best to not burn the burgers under Pope’s disapproving glare.

You gasp as you feel your baby start kicking you as if there's a goddamn karate class going on near your ribcage. You hold your breath for a second, feeling the rhythmic movements, before the kicking recedes. You lovingly place your hand on your stomach, feeling the gentle flutter within. "Are you okay? Is anything hurting? Do I need to get Fish?" Will's voice is filled with genuine concern.

You let out a joyful laugh. "No, no, don't worry, it's all right. Don't bother Frankie; he seems very focused on his task at hand." With a playful gesture, you wave your hand in Frankie's direction, where he's holding a not-so-little Ella just above the water, teaching her the proper way to kick her small pudgy legs to stay afloat. Despite being just over 3 years old, Ella is more interested in gleefully splashing her papa with water kicks than learning any of the supposed swimming techniques. Frankie, however, looks absolutely delighted, and after a particularly vigorous splash to his face, he playfully plunges Ella with him underwater. When they resurface, Ella is screeching with excitement, her tiny fists reaching out to grab her father.

Both you and Will can't help but laugh at the adorable display, shaking your heads with fondness. You return your attention to your growing bump and softly caress it. "When I was pregnant with Ella, she was the calmest little baby around. It all changed when she was born; then she turned into a little tornado," you reminisce, a hint of amusement in your voice. "I hope that since this little one enjoys using my bladder as his personal trampoline and keeps me up until the early hours of the morning, it means he'll be a little ray of sunshine after he is born."

You feel another kick, causing you to huff in response. Your eyes shift to Will, who looks amazed by your side, and you can't help but smile. "You want to feel it?" you ask, noticing Will's uncertainty and the hesitation in his eyes. "Come on, I'm sure he's excited to meet his uncle." Seeing him struggle a bit more, you take matters into your own hands, guiding one of Will's hands decisively to your round, 6-month bump.

You both wait with bated breath, but it's not long before your little karate champion makes himself known. "Woah, that's insane! Does it hurt a lot?" "It's uncomfortable, but nothing that I can't handle." Honestly, you love how rambunctious your little baby boy is. Since you started feeling him, some of your best memories were you sitting on the couch with Frankie's hand sprawled over your taut stomach and Ella sitting in your lap, talking to her soon-to-be baby brother.

"It's been great, magical really. Couldn't ask for anything better." You gulp the last of your sparkling water and suck another lemon slice into your mouth while Will shakes his head affectionately. "I am glad to hear it. We were all a bit worried when you two announced this new baby. I guess we were a bit scared Frankie was going to fall back into... old destructive habits. But I guess we were worried for nothing." Will gulps from his beer, while you munch on your slice of sour heaven.

"I was worried too, don't get me wrong," you admit, a hint of vulnerability in your voice. "Those first few weeks, I was so afraid Will. Couldn’t keep my eyes from Frankie, I hovered like one of his helicopters, like I already condemned him you know. God, I could barely sleep. But now, looking back, I realize that we were all worried for nothing."

You pause for a moment, a sense of pride evident in your words. "It's going to be three years in two months, you know. Three years of sobriety." A spark of excitement lights up your eyes as you share your plans. "I'm planning a pretty big party to celebrate, so you and Ben better clear your schedules for late May," you say playfully, wagging your finger in front of Will's face, reminiscent of a mom giving orders to her child. Will responds with a smile, placing his hand over his heart in a salute stance. "Roger that," he affirms seriously.

You smile, relishing in the tranquillity of the moment, before feeling a pair of wet arms envelop you from behind. An equally wet torso presses against your back, and you can't help but let out a playful screech as you try to wiggle your way out of the tight embrace. Your legs flail in the air as Frankie's nose nuzzles against your neck, eliciting a tickling sensation, and his hands dance across your side. You laugh so hard that tears fall down your eyes, while Will is laughing even harder at your predicament.

"Stop it, Frankie! You're getting me all wet!" You can feel Frankie's smile turn devious against your neck as he hikes up toward your ears and whispers low enough so that Will wouldn't hear. "That's not what you were saying last night when I was getting you wet. You were a bit louder, screaming my name for 'More, more, Frankie!'" He finishes his sentence in a shrill tone, a poor imitation of your voice. You swat him, feeling heat rushing to your body.

Will looks at both of you with a knowing smile before teasing you more. "You look overheated. Maybe you should lie down for a bit." "Shut up, Miller," you grumble. "I can't believe you two are ganging up on me!" you exclaim dramatically.

"Sorry, mi cielo," Frankie begins, attempting to untangle his arms from your side, but you swiftly grab hold of him, keeping his arms right where they were. "Don't you dare, Morales," you assert, a hint of playfulness in your voice. Frankie responds with an affectionate eye roll, nudging your side in response. "Let me tell you, Will, pregnancy makes them hard to follow," he remarks, attempting to defend himself. You let out a displeased huff, not fully convinced. "Don't talk as if all women are a monolith," you retort.

"Sorry, you are right, mi cielo," Frankie says reverently, acknowledging your point. However, a mischievous glimmer dances in his eyes as he turns to face Will. "Pregnancy makes this one hard to follow," he playfully adds, eliciting laughter from all three of you. You let your head fall back onto Frankie's firm torso, playfully nipping at his jaw. "You shouldn't be mean to me. You know it's your baby who's been using me as his private target practice," you retort with a hint of mock indignation.

Frankie's expression softens as he leans in to kiss the top of your head. "You are right. Will my beautiful pregnant wife forgive me?" You respond with an exaggerated haughty tone, pretending to consider his plea. "Maybe, what do I get if I grant you leniency?"

"We could stop by Sonic after the BBQ, grab..." "Milkshake and Sour Patch Kids?!" You screech. "Forgiven, completely forgiven!" You exclaim excitedly. You hear Will laugh in front of you. "You two are a sight to see, making me believe in love and all that jazz." "What can I say? You won’t find a woman like my beautiful wife on every street corner. I gotta make sure that she is as happy as possible. Can't lose her, so if that means that everything in the house tastes like lemon or acid mouthwash, then so be it."

"Where is our little tornado?" you crane your neck trying to check your surrounding as you realize that Frankie came to see you alone. Frankie points back to the pool where she is getting thrown around by an overexcited Benny. It was a hard process to get Benny and Frankie's relationship back to what it used to be. Both men bruised, Frankie believing that Benny wanted to replace him in your and Ella's life, and Benny angry that Frankie would think so low of him.

It was only after you and Will had conspired to lock them in the Miller's basement for an entire day that things had begun to repair themselves. When you had come back with Will and opened the door, you had seen the two men sitting down, their backs against the hard concrete walls, and a bunch of beers littering the unfinished floor. You had scrunched up your nose, put your hands on your hips, and spoke in the same tone you used when Ella was misbehaving. "Are you two ready to get along, or do we need to lock you in overnight?" Will had stood behind you like a bouncer, ready to throw hands if necessary.

But in the end, both men had simply laughed and, clearly drunk, had held onto each other as they scrambled to their feet. The sight would have been rather pathetic if it wasn't for the laughter the two men were sharing. They assured you that they were the best of friends again before launching into a long-winded explanation, cutting each other off with "You know I would die for you, Ben" and "Nothing compares to you, Fish. You are the best man ever." All in all, it was a good result, one that you and Will were satisfied with. You had let the two men leave after getting them to promise that they would start getting along again, which led to another rant on promises, brotherhood, and love. So yeah, satisfied.

Now it was as if all those awkward months between the two men had never existed, and their bond was stronger than ever. Frankie didn't feel insecure that Benny was Ella's favourite uncle (although that changed every day and highly depended on who brought the biggest gift or the sweetest treat—today it was Benny with the new rendition of "Mermaid Barbie"). And Benny was just happy to be a part of your extended family of six.

Frankie tenderly strokes your belly, his touch filled with love and gratitude, before locking eyes with you. In that silent exchange, you offer him an encouraging nudge with your shoulder, urging him to speak his mind. Frankie coughs, trying to mask his nervousness, before finally gathering his words. "Actually, Will, there's something we wanted to ask you," he begins. Will nods, signalling for Frankie to continue. "You know how challenging these past couple of years have been, overcoming my struggles with drugs and everything. But through it all, you've been there for me. You've helped me immensely with the court case, my sobriety, and supporting the girls. I feel incredibly fortunate to have you as my brother, Will."

Touched by Frankie's words, Will's expression softens, genuine gratitude shining in his eyes. "Fish, we're family. I'd move mountains to help you, and your work at the VA has been remarkable. The conferences you lead on addiction and recovery for veterans are making a real difference. I should be thanking you.” A tinge of embarrassment colours Frankie's cheeks, his friend's compliment catching him off guard. Ever since Frankie achieved sobriety and regained his piloting license, Will arranged for him to lead weekly conferences at the VA. Frankie would meet with a group and talk about his experience, the importance of speaking up and opening up, the importance of seeking help, and how it wasn't a failure to help yourself and be there for those you love. Frankie had flourished in this role, finding purpose and fulfillment.

"But really," Frankie continues, breaking through his momentary bashfulness, "I wouldn't be where I am today if you hadn't paved the way for me at the VA. For that, and for everything else, we want you to play a significant role in little Javi's life.”

Will frowns in incomprehension. "Well, I intended to be a part of Javi's life. You don't have to ask so formally." Will teases, while Frankie shakes his head. You come to the rescue, placing a comforting hand atop your husband's, resting on your growing belly.

“What Frankie is trying to ask, Will, is if you would consider becoming Javi's godfather." Will's eyes widen in surprise as if the notion is beyond his wildest expectations. "Me?! Godfather?! Shouldn't you be asking the Pope for something like that!?”

Frankie shakes his head, rejecting the suggestion with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Don't be stupid, ironhead," he retorts. "Pope’s head is big enough as it is being Ella's godfather. And I don't want to inflate his ego any further. Besides, there's no one I'd rather have as my boy's godfather than you."

You see Will soften as tears well up in his eyes. "Thank you, Fish. That means... It means the world to hear that," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "I promise I'll do everything in my power to live up to what you expect of me." You can't help but let out a playful snort, knowing all too well that his formal tone is a feeble attempt to conceal the depth of his feelings. Behind that stoic facade, Will is a big softie, and right now he is on the verge of dissolving into a puddle of tears.

Will clears his throat once again, and you notice tears glistening in the tall blond man's eyes. "I... Thank you, Fish... I... I have to tell Ben!" Will scrambles to his feet and exclaims loudly, "Ben, guess who's going to be the godfather!!!" The response is a shocked "WHAT?!" as you spot Ella attempting to use Benny's head as a trampoline. A snort escapes you as you relax against your husband's chest, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. With your husband's strong presence behind you, your daughter happily playing with her uncles, and your baby boy safe and snug in your belly, you softly whisper, "I don't think it can get any better than this."

Frankie's gentle humming resonates behind you, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your growing belly. You turn your head, a quizzical expression lighting up your features as you meet his gaze. A warm smile graces Frankie's lips before he leans in to plant a soft, tender kiss on yours.

"I wouldn't know," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress. "Every day I spend with you is more wonderful than the last, mi cielo. I can only imagine how tomorrow will surpass even today." His words send a rush of heat through you, a deep feeling of being cherished and adored. One you only feel with Frankie.

You shift your body, the weight of your burgeoning belly making it a slight challenge, until you face Frankie, perched securely on his strong, muscular thighs. He holds you close, ensuring you won't slip, his touch providing both comfort and desire. You love how Frankie can make you feel safe and excited at the same time in an overpowering cocktail of desire and want. You press your lips against his, murmuring against his plump ones, "You have such a way with words, Mr. Morales, and I love you deeply." Frankie's smile blooms against your mouth, his affectionate gaze locked on yours.

"I also know how insatiable you've been lately, Mrs. Morales," he playfully remarks, allowing one hand to wander downwards, firmly grasping a handful of your soft, supple ass. He kneads and squeezes the plushness, igniting a delicious tingling sensation throughout your body. You tease him in response, slowly grinding against him, making sure that no one is looking at the pair of you.

"Ah, but I don't think I'm the only insatiable one here, my love," you whisper mischievously as you feel a bulge growing in Frankie’s swimming trunk. Frankie's breath catches in his throat. "Of course, how could I be anything but insatiable when my wife is out here looking like a goddamn dream." You roll your eyes. "Please, my belly is the size of a basketball, and I'm pretty sure my ankles have disappeared with how swollen they are." Frankie starts kissing your face all over, punctuating each kiss with an endearing word: "Beautiful. My. Beautiful. Girl. Never want anyone else." You feel yourself melt against him.

"OI!" Both you and Frankie turn your heads where Benny stands in the shallow end of the pool, Ella perched on his shoulder, her little hands covering her eyes. Benny's exasperated tone fills the air. "Can you save that for the bedroom, you animals? There are children around!”

"Pendejo," Frankie whispers under his breath, while you try to wiggle out of his grip and gather yourself in a more presentable position. But Frankie holds you where you are. "It's high time you find yourself a girlfriend if you need to get your rocks off looking at my wife and me!" Frankie screams back.

Benny gets all red and huffy, and you can hear some expletives being thrown your way. "Goddamn idiots... acting like high school kids... no shame... A girlfriend?! Idiots." In response, Ella swats him hard on the head where she is still resting and screeches, "LANGUAGE! Mama, 'cle BenBen said a no-no vord!" You smile. "Indeed he did, Estrelita. Looks like Uncle BenBen needs a little punishment!" Ella erupts into laughter, thoroughly amused by the prospect, while Benny's expression betrays a mix of fear and unsureness as Ella proceeds to sway back and forth on his shoulder screaming loudly about the bad language.

"You think we should rescue him?" Frankie asks. You consider the situation before responding with a noncommittal tone, "Nah, he's a big boy, he'll be fine.”

Frankie looks pensive for a second "Do you ever regret it?" he asks, his tone laced with vulnerability.

"Regret what?" you reply, genuinely puzzled by his inquiry.

Frankie's frown deepens, and he searches for the right words to convey his thoughts. "Taking me back. Starting again. No one would have blamed you if you had chosen to leave,” Frankie, for all the work he has been doing for the past three years, for all the individual and couple therapy he has attended, still sometimes feels like a scared little boy, yearning to be good enough for those he loves.

A soft smile graces your face as you gently stroke his cheek, your touch filled with reassurance. You guide his hands to rest on your taut stomach, emphasizing the life growing within. "There is no one I would rather be with than you, my love," you say tenderly. "Nowhere I would rather be than in your arms. You are everything to me—always have been and always will be.”

As Frankie's tears flow freely, his emotions cascading over him, he keeps his forehead pressed against yours, seeking your warm solace and quiet reassurance that he is enough, that he is loved. Frankie’s voice quivers as he whispers, "I love you so much, Mi Cielo. Thank you for everything you have given me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” A tender silence wraps around you both, allowing space for the weight of his words to settle between you. Frankie's murmurs against your collarbone provide comfort, his soft words acting as a balm to your souls. After a minute, Frankie's voice gently resurfaces. "The road ahead looks rather bright," he begins, his tone soft yet resolute, "and I can't wait to keep walking it with you."

Your smile widens, illuminating your face with pure joy as you savour the sweetness of Frankie's words. The road ahead does shine brightly, you think, as you tenderly place a kiss on Frankie's lips. And no matter how stormy it may become, as storms are inevitable on any journey, you are certain that you wouldn't walk it with anyone else by your side but your beloved Frankie. Like the sun and the sky, you are forever intertwined, destined to navigate the highs and lows together, casting light on each other's path.

Loving each other until the end—that's the life you've always wanted for yourself and Frankie and as you feel another kick from your baby boy and feel Frankie screeches excitedly and he start talking to baby Javi (well to your belly) in quick Spanish, praising the to be born baby. And as you spot baby Ella trying her best to run after Will and Benny while Pope eggs her on you thnk back to when she could barely crawl around. Your hands join Frankie and you feel your heart swell with love and happiness, yes this is all that you’ve ever wanted.

Loving each other until the end—that's the life you've always wanted for yourself and Frankie. As you feel another kick from your baby boy and hear Frankie's excited cheer, expressing his love and admiration, you can't help but smile. He speaks to baby Javi in Spanish, filled with warmth and anticipation, knowing that your family will soon be complete.

Across the yard, you spot Ella as she playfully chases after Uncle Will and Benny. Surrounded by the warmth of your found family, you feel a deep sense of contentment. This is everything you've ever wanted—the love between you and Frankie, the growth and happiness of your children both here and yet to be born, the bonds of friendship that only strengthen over time. Holding Frankie's hand, you know that together you will continue to build a life filled with love, support, and countless moments of joy. This is the life you've always dreamed of, and it fills your heart to the brim with love. The road ahead is bright indeed.

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mistfallenmemes · 2 months

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𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽

"State the obvious."

"I didn't get my perfect fantasy."

"I realized you loved yourself more than you could ever love me."

"So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy.

"By the way, I hate that stupid old pickup truck."

"You're a redneck heartbreak."

"You're a redneck heartbreak who's really bad at lying."

"Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time."

"As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn."

"There's no time for tears."

"I'm just sitting here planning my revenge."

"There's nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends."

"My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be."

"If you're missing me you better keep it to yourself."

"Coming back around here would be bad for your health."

𝙵𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽

"You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors."

"Say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while."

"Try and stay out of everybody's way."

"You're gonna be here for the next four years in this town."

"You know I haven't seen you around before."

"When you're 15 and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe it."

"Feeling like there's nothing to figure out."

"Count to ten, take it in."

"This is life before you know who you're gonna be."

"Soon enough you're best friends."

"We'll be out of here as soon as we can."

"He's got a car."

"You're feeling like you're flying."

"Your mama's waiting up."

"You're thinking he's the one."

"And (you're) dancing around your room when the night ends."

"Your first kiss makes your head spin round."

"In your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team."

"But I didn't know it at fifteen."

"When all you wanted was to be wanted."

"Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now."

"Back then I swore I was gonna marry him one day."

"I realized some bigger dreams of mine."

"And we both cried."

"Don't forget to look before you fall."

"I've found time can heal most anything."

"You might just find who you're supposed to be."

"Take a deep breath, girl."

𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝚂 𝙵𝙻𝚈

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards."

"You're the kind of reckless that shoudl send me running."

"You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far."

"You stood there in front of me just close enough to touch."

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea."

"You touch me once and it's really something."

"You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be."

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world but with you, I know it's no good."

"I could wait patiently."

"I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild."

"Just keep on keeping your eyes on me."

"It's just wrong enough to make it feel right."

"Lead me up the staircase."

"Won't you whisper soft and slow."

"I'm captivated by you, baby."

"Drop everything now."

"Meet me in the pouring rain."

"Kiss me on the sidewalk."

"Take away the pain."

"Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around."

"'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile."

𝚁𝙴𝙳

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."

"Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall."

"(It's) like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all."

"Losing him was blue, like I'd never known."

"Missing him was dark gray, all alone."

"Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met."

"Loving him was red."

"Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you."

"Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song."

"Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer."

"Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong."

"Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes."

"(I) tell myself it's time now gotta let go."

"But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head."

"And that's why he's spinning 'round in my head."

"(It) comes back to me, burning red."

"His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."

𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴

"Nice to meet you, where you been?"

"I could show you incredible things."

"Saw you there and I thought 'Oh, my God, look at that face.'

"You look like my next mistake."

"Love's a game, wanna play?"

"I can read you like a magazine."

"Ain't it funny? Rumors fly."

"And I know you heard about me."

"So hey, let's be friends."

"I'm dying to see how this one ends."

"Grab your passport and my hand."

"I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."

"So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames."

"You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth the pain."

"They'll tell you I'm insane."

"'Cause you know I love the players and (you) love the game."

"'Cause we're young, and we're reckless."

"We'll take this way too far."

"It'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar."

"You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen."

"(I'll) find out what you want, be that girl for a month."

"I can make all the tables turn

"(I'll) keep you second guessing like 'Oh, my God, who is she?'"

"I get drunk on jealousy, but you'll come back each time you leave."

"'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

"Boys only want love if it's torture."

"Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya."

"'Cause you know I love the players."

"But I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name."

𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴

"I wanna be your endgame."

"I wanna be your first string."

"I wanna be your A-Team."

"You and me, we got big reputations."

"I got some big enemies."

"You and me, we'd be a big conversation."

"You like the bad ones too."

"I don't wanna touch you."

"I don't wanna be just another ex-love you don't wanna see."

"I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do."

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"I know what they all say."

"I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders."

"The truth is, it's easier to ignore it, believe me."

"Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

"I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny."

"After the storm, something was born on the Fourth of July."

"With four words on the tip of my tongue."

"We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't."

"I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em."

"(My) reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy."

"I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me."

"I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul."

"It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold."

"You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks."

"So here's the truth from my red lips."

𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁

"Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that I caught it."

"Shiny toy with a price, you know that I bought it."

Killing me slow, out the window

"I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below."

"Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes."

"What doesn't kill me makes me want you more."

"And it's new, the shape of your body."

"It's blue, the feeling I've got."

"It's cool, that's what I tell 'em."

"No rules in breakable heaven."

"It's a cruel summer with you."

"You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times."

"We're not trying."

"So cut the headlights."

"I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone."

"And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know."

"He looks up grinning like a devil."

"I'm drunk in the back of the car."

"And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar."

"Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true."

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you."

"And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate."

"And I screamed for whatever it's worth 'I love you'."

"Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙽

"When you are young, they assume you know nothing."

"But I knew you; dancin' in your Levi's, drunk under a streetlight."

"I knew you; hand under my sweatshirt. Baby, kiss it better."

"And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed... you put me on and said I was your favorite."

"A friend to all is a friend to none."

"Chase two girls, lose the one."

"But I knew you; playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends."

"I knew you; your heartbeat on the High Line once in 20 lifetimes."

"To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed."

"You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'."

"'Cause I knew you; steppin' on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain."

"I knew you; tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy."

"I knew you; leavin' like a father, running like water."

"But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss."

"I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs."

"I knew everything when I was young."

"I knew I'd curse you for the longest time."

"I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired."

"... and I knew you'd come back to me."

𝙲��𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼𝚂

"(You) booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt."

"Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, (you're) not sure which is worse."

"Because I dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing."

"Your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet."

"Your heart was glass, I dropped it."

"You told your family for a reason, you couldn't keep it in."

"Your sister splashed out on the bottle, now no one's celebrating."

"Your hometown skeptics called it 'champagne problems'."

"You had a speech, you're speechless."

"Love slipped beyond your reaches."

"I couldn't give a reason."

"Your Midas touch on the Chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure."

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

"I made a joke, well, it's made for me."

"How evergreen, our group of friends."

"Don't think we'll say that word again."

"And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through."

"One for the money, two for the show."

"I never was ready, so I watch you go."

"Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you."

"She would've made such a lovely bride what a shame she's fucked in the head." "But you'll find the real thing instead; she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred."

"You won't remember all my champagne problems."

𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙽

"When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again."

"Laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend."

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how."

"I see you every day now."

"And I chose you."

"The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet."

"The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon."

"When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy."

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

"Ain't that the way shit always ends?."

"You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway."

"Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us."

"I feel you no matter what."

"And I lost you."

"And I wake with your memory over me."

"That's a real fucking legacy."

"And I wake with your memory over me; that's a real fucking legacy to leave."

"It was maroon."

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chucksfavouriteprophet · 1 year

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Human Error (Part 2)

Dean Winchester x Reader (gn)

A/N: I wrote the first part of this ages ago and at the time never intended to do a part 2, but quite a few people requested and I figured maybe it was time I did. You gotta give the people what they want at the end of the day right?

Warnings: Sacrifice, alcohol, angst, upset, mentions of torture

Word count: 2,121

Dean groaned as he rolled over in bed, squashing his face into the pillow. Every moment made him nauseous, and the stale taste of whisky and beer didn't help. At some point he knew he'd have to move from the bed and clean himself up, but that meant facing a world without his brother, and he wasn't ready for that yet.

The pounding on the door that had woken him repeated itself. "Y/N, I told you to get the hell out of here. I swear to god I will murder you with my bare hands the second this hangover eases up-"

"Dean?"

The grumbled Winchester seized up mid sentence as the door cracked open and a voice he never expected to hear blew through. His breath halted and he gulped, squeezing his eyes shut tight. Sam had only been gone a day, and he was already hearing his voice. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but even so, Dean needed to relish in the moment. The realisation that he'd never hear that voice again sent a lone tear cascading down a dry cheek.

"Dean get up."

He couldn't. If he did, if he turned towards the door, he knew he'd see nothing. The illusion would be gone. He would no longer be able to pretend his brother was still alive, come to pester him about being in bed so late in the day, or scold him for getting passed-out drunk, or lure him in on a new hunt.

"DEAN!" A hand gripped his shoulder and thrust him round onto his back. With a gasp at the sudden movement, Dean's eyes sprung open wide and stayed that way as he stared in horror at the face hovering over him. With a scramble, he pulled himself up, backing into the headrest as he grappled for his gun and thrust it forward.

"What are you?" He hissed, his voice shaking slightly. Try as he might, composing himself in front of the creature taking shape as his dead baby brother was increasingly hard.

"It's me, Dean."

Sam stepped back to give Dean some space, his hands in the air in a mock surrender. He looked pale and just as shocked as his confused brother, which only made matters harder for Dean.

"Two nights ago you had a sex dream about Jennifer Lopez. You couldn't get your dick down for hours after, and you made me tell Y/N that you had stomach ache thats why you wouldn't leave your room. They didn't believe me, by the way."

At the sound of your name, Dean started to tremble with anger. His hands shook as he tightened his grip around the gun.

"Y/N killed you. I saw it with my own eyes. I held you as you bled out."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, but it was an accident. And now I'm back. Y/N-"

The younger Winchester didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before his brother leapt at him, embracing him tightly and burying his head into the wispy hair hanging against his neck.

"Fuck, Sammy," Dean breathed, finally letting the emotions overcome him. Sam chuckled.

"Christ man, you stink. You've gotta lay off the booze for a while, I'm telling ya."

Dean smirked as he pulled away, one hand still tighter on Sam's shoulder. He nodded, clearing his throat. "Yeah, well, I was mourning and all that. Look, I gotta tell you, I didn't bring you back. I dunno what, or who, did, but it wasn't me."

"I know," Sam glanced down at his shoes shamefully, shifting slightly. Dean cocked his head, sensing something was up.

"Y/N did."

Dean blinked. "What?"

Sam nodded, gulping back tears. "One minute I was bleeding out with you screaming down at me, the next I was standing in the middle of a crossroads and Y/N was behind me. With a demon."

Of course. Of course Y/N had made a deal, that much should have been obvious.

"Dammit, I'm gonna kill them," Dean mumbled as he threw himself out the door and down the corridor, tumbling through the tunnels like a tornado.

"Y/N!" He bellowed as he sped towards your room, Sam hot on his heels, trying to get him to slow down and stop for a moment. By the time he'd caught up, Dean had halted in your bedroom doorway, panting as he stared wide-eyed at the empty space.

Your bed was unmade, clothes tossed across the floor like usual. All of your things were still there - including your weapons. It was a particular one that had caught his eye; a 1950s pen knife he'd given you when you first moved into the bunker and wanted to learn how to fight properly. He'd been hesitant to give you a proper weapon, but you'd become so attached to the little item that even now, as a seasoned hunter, you never left it behind.

"Dean..." Sam hovered behind his brother, sadness in his eyes as he let him stumble in slowly towards where the knife lay on the bedside table.

"No no no no no," Dean mumbled, shaking as he approached it tentatively. He took it in his fingers, turning it slowly as though it were a fragile diamond. He gripped it tight as his other hand came up trembling towards the unmissable folded white paper that had lain beneath it. Dean knew what this was gonna be, and opening it up would make it all real. But as his eyes blurred with tears, he knew he had to.

Dean,

Please don't be mad. I can't take it if your last memory of me is filled with anger. What I did was right - after doing so much wrong, I finally did something right. And I don't regret it. I never will, because it brought your brother back, and theres nothing more right than that.

The time I have spent with you boys has been the most amazing experience, and I'm so incredibly grateful that you took me in and treated me as one of your own. I finally had a friends, and thats something I never, ever, thought would happen.

Fuck that. You're more to me than friends. Sam, he's a brother to me. Thats why I couldn't let him die, especially at my own hands. The world needs him to keep it sane, to patch up its wounds, to give it hope. He's a clear blue sky, and I'm a raging wildfire. I know which one I'd rather live alongside.

And you, Dean...god. I can't say you're like a brother, not really. Because I love you. I guess I can just come out with it now that I'm not around to feel your rejection. But I do, and I always have, and you deserve all the happiness in the world. It destroys me to know that means I can't be there in it, but I would sacrifice my own happiness over and over again if it guaranteed your own.

I'm sorry I just left without a goodbye, but lets be honest, I couldn't risk you trying to stop me. Not when there was so much on the line. I know you and Sam have both been where I'm going, and I know its horrible, but I don't want you to try and get me out of there. I'm going to make sure its a tight deal so you can't. I won't be in pain, not as long as you two are safe and together. Knowing you hate me for what I did to Sam is killing me already and I know I deserve what is to come. I can only hope that one day you can forgive me. Nothing can hurt as bad as this.

Keep fighting, Dean. And keep your brother safe. Forgive me. I love you.

I love you.

A sniff broke Dean out of his trance as he turned round slowly to Sam, who sat perched on the end of your bed, tears rolling down his cheeks. They remained like that, frozen in time, for what felt like an eternity. You were gone, and you weren't coming back.

Dean was filled with so many emotions. Gratitude, that he had his brother, his soulmate, back by his side. Anger, that you had gone behind his back to do something so reckless. Guilt, that he had driven you to do so. Despair, that he had never said it back.

"I love you too," he whispered under his breath. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I never should have let you go, I - I should never had said those things. It was never your fault, nothing was ever your fault, how could it be? Fuck Y/N, I forgive you, of course I forgive you, I'll always forgive you...please, its me who needs to be forgiven, oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." his knees buckled as Sam jumped up, his arms wrapping around his big brother and guiding him onto the bed. He held him tight as they cried together, Dean finally letting the tears fall freely and his body wracking with breathless sobs.

"They know, Dean. Deep down, Y/N knows that. I'm so sorry you never got the chance to tell each other yourselves. I'm so sorry I got in the way of that."

"No," Dean shook his head profoundly, pulling away and taking a deep gasp of air. "Dammit, they never should have gone and made a deal like that, but lets be honest, I would have done the same. I have done the same. Y/N is right; we're better together, no matter what. I can't do this life without you Sammy, and thats not breaking news."

He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. He glanced down, still fisting the knife and stroked its tip. Your sacrifice would haunt him forever, but he understood, and he refused to let your legacy die in vain. Right then, right there, Dean swore that every monster he ever killed he would do in your name, with your knife in his pocket, and you by his side.

You finally let the boy down off the rack after 6 hours of torture and he slumped to the floor before two demons could scoop his collapsed form up and carry him back to the cell. As you wiped your blade of his blood, you closed your eyes to re-centre yourself. You'd stopped asking why these innocent children were thrown down to the darkest depths of Hell a long time ago. Knowing wouldn't change anything, and it certainly wouldn't make you feel any better.

"Y/N," you paused at the familiar English tone, wiping your crimson hands on your thighs before starting to rearrange your various collection of sharp objects. You'd felt this day coming for a while now; although you were now a seasoned torturer of around 5 years you'd been conscious to keep note of how slow time passed on Earth. And you knew that any day now Crowley would come knocking.

"He's back?" You refused to turn, continuing with your organising.

"A few days ago now. Went straight to see Squirrel, as you would expect. They had a lovely reunion. I didn't realise you'd left a note, either. Nice touch."

You didn't say anything, just focused on your hands as you tried to keep yourself composed. You felt Crowley take a step towards you, his breath close to your neck and brushing the hairs on end.

"You should know that they understand what you did. Even Dean. He forgives you, both for killing his brother and for sacrificing yourself. Guess he of all people understands the strange way the world works. Your act hasn't gone unnoticed, Y/N."

"But they're together again, Sam and Dean?"

"Yes, those pesky Winchester brothers are reunited and back to their troublesome ways thanks to you. All that deal making and a lifetime of torture, I really don't think it was worth it-"

You barged past Crowley, refusing to look at him. You could feel yourself about to explode; you'd waited for years for the day when you finally knew if your deal had been successful and for the confirmation that order had been restored. Knowing that Sam and Dean were back together made every last tortured soul worth it.

"Oh, and Y/N?" Crowley called out just as you reached the door. You froze, fingers brushing the handle, staring straight ahead.

"He loves you too."

Without a seconds hesitation, you continued forward, closing the door behind you defiantly. As you stormed down the hall, you couldn't help but let a soft smile grace your face for the first time since you'd been condemned.

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roxannarambles · 4 months

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Hello, saw this floating around and decided to fill it out, since I'm just chilling right now.

I don't really like tagging people, don't want them to feel on the spot, so if you see this, consider yourself tagged if you so desire. ^_^

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on A03?

At the moment, 24, but I have more posted to my Tumblr than I do a03. I prefer it here (although the audience is smaller)

2. What's your total A03 word count?

Kind of an odd question. 479,942. I guess this is supposed to be flexing? But I really do feel like it's not the quantity that matters, it's the quality.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

In the past, many. (I didn't write for all of em but here's some of my previous fandoms) Currently I write for Pokemon.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

For complete fics, the top spots belong to some Owl House fics, the next is a short Breath of the Wild Sidlink fic, the next is my Legault/Heath Fire Emblem story, and then a compilation of Moomin stories for a Snufmin Week.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. In my FF.net days, the norm seemed to be not to respond to comments. But these days, responding to comments seems to be the new norm. Besides, it's nice to thank people for taking the time out of their day to comment and for being such lovely human beings. Even if it IS really hard for me to think of how to thank them without sounding like a buffoooooon (I take a while to get around to it sometimes argh)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have never done that. I want hopeful stories because they give me hope. I think the world needs more of that right now.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

How do you even judge that? Sorry I gotta skip this one, I have no clue

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely. In Owl House fandom, there are two characters who are not biologically related, did not grow up together, do not share a parental figure, and are not familial in any capacity. However, because a large number of fans have decided they have a "sibling vibe," they've concluded that shipping them together is vile and anyone who does so should be witch-hunted, harassed, slandered, doxxed, and worse. So, I got hate for that occasionally! That's about it, though.

9. Do you write smut?

I did once. Never again, lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

I wrote a Moomin/Deltarune crossover for a while. Nobody read it, though. A shame, it was fun.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Why would you steal a fic? Well, it's the internet, I guess you see just about everything online eventually, but I've never even heard of that. Art theft? Sure. Usually so the person can scam folks into commissioning them. Fic theft though? Nope. That's a new one for me. This is not an invitation for folks to try it out, lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Somebody asked me permission once to do that! I told them yes. I never heard back from them though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A lifetime ago I did a round-robin fic with my friends. I don't think I could co-write a fic now though, honestly. I'm so very picky about my headcanons. I would be horrible to work with.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Man, that's tough. I guess probably Mulder/Scully (see question 19) just because it was my first ship and left such an impression on me.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

'Second Chances.' It was such a cute story and so FUN. People loved it too. And I had it all planned out. But I left Owl House fandom before completing it. I never will return to it, I am too bitter with the final season of the show and the mainstream fans are also very tiresome to deal with.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. I'm getting to be pretty good at outlining things and figuring out the story's structure. tbh ~90% of my story is often done before I even start my first draft, either due to the vivid daydreams I have, trying stuff out and then trying different things out in my head (& the notes I take on said daydreams) or the progressively more specific outlines as I work things out. That said, there's definitely still stuff that simply does not work on paper that seemed so good in your head. And there's a lot of magic that just seems to spontaneously happen while writing the actual draft out, and it's so important to stay open to that. Whoops I am rambling. I guess in summary my strength is finding a satisfying ratio of outlining stuff vs. staying open to ideas and letting the story lead me in the direction it wants to go.

Also I think I'm pretty good at dialogue. Action/scene description is harder for me, but dialogue feels easy.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My ideas tend to be very Big. I have great difficulty writing shorter stories. This sucks because I do not have limitless time and energy and I can sometimes bite off more than I can chew. I would love to write shorter stories so I can try out a larger number of ideas. I also want to improve my prose, I need some more variety in there, imo.

My primary weakness, though, is I only write as a form of escapism when I feel depressed. I want a healthier relationship with my writing and with fandom. Basically, I need to learn how to do things casually, to not let an interest consume me completely. I'll let you know if I figure out how to do that, no luck so far.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm a boring monolingual. I'm not going to write in another language unless I know at least a little about it. Toss in a few phrases or sentences, sure, but nothing more than that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files. I was a Mulder/Scully shipper. We called it MSR back then, MulderScullyRomance. I was a young lass back then, and it was my induction to shipping and romance. I loved them because they had fantastic chemistry and a strong partnership built on trust and mutual respect, despite their differing worldviews and interests. Also because I really really liked Scully.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Hmmmmm. Tough to choose. I really like "Acquired Taste" because it was the first really long fan fiction I wrote and finished. (At least, I think? I had a long Stargate fic back in the day but we don't speak of that) And I wrote it after a really long break from writing fic (years and years). It has a very special place in my heart.

Is it my best work, though? Mmm. Not sure. I'm also pretty fond of "Ships That Pass in the Night," my longest work. I put my heart and soul into it and got so many comments/interactions, and it has a lot of happy memories.

I also really like some super short stories of mine, though. This one is 613 words long but I feel like it says everything my longer stories on Julinemo do. I also loved writing Support Conversations for Fire Emblem which force you to tell as much as you can in such an incredibly short format. (GBA-era Fire Emblem) I am so proud of those, they pushed me a lot as a writer.

I also like the fics I've done that are mostly genfic, because again, they involved trying something new. They tend to be my least popular 'cause ships reign supreme I guess. That's fine though, that's just the way fic writing goes.

#tag games #fanfic #just fanfic things #guys I did so good I could have went on and on about my weaknesses but I didn't #trying to have a healthier outlook yo

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spei-sidus · 8 months

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You Taste Better Than Peaches

Rating: Explicit

No Archive Warnings

Usagi, now 18, asks Motoki out and is rejected. After she flees his birthday party, she stops in an alleyway to cry, until Tuxedo Kamen swoops in and shares with her a night neither of them will forget; however, since neither one will discuss their agenda for the Ginzuishou, they know this one night together will be their last. First Season Reveal AU

Prompts used:

Dirty talk, "Shhhh", Desserts, "You taste delicious", Hot Mess, "I love it when you...", Three's company, Hips, "Drown between your thighs", Holding back, I won't say I'm in love, Peaches, Sweat, "You're wearing too many clothes", "That's the beauty of a secret", Caught in the act, “Come south of the border with me”

Chapter 1

“What’re you doing, Odango Atama?”

“Shhhh!”

Mamoru edged over to the doorway where Usagi was hovering. “You know it’s impolite to stare, right?”

“I’m not staring!” She was gathering courage for what she was about to do. It was time to ask Motoki out on a date. She’d waited forever for this day. She was eighteen now and ready to confess her feelings. She was forcing herself to set aside her feelings for Tuxedo Kamen. It’s been four years and he was still posturing as a potential enemy. The girls would never let her date him. So she was going for her childhood crush instead.

She took a deep breath, then began walking across the room where Motoki stood. They were in Motoki’s apartment for his birthday party. Usagi hoped this would be the perfect setting for her plan. The only other place was the arcade and she didn’t want to bother him when he was working.

“Motoki-kun?”

Motoki paused in his laughter at one of his friends’ jokes and smiled at her. “Yes?”

“May I talk to you? Alone?”

“Sure?” The entire apartment was full of people, so they headed down to the ground floor then stood outside in front of the building.

“Usagi-chan?”

“I-I just wanted to tell you that I’ve liked you for a long time,” she rushed without looking at him, “and I was hoping you and I could date?”

“I’m sorry, Usagi-chan,” he said slowly. Her horrified eyes locked with his sympathetic ones. “I’m already in a serious, long-term relationship.”

“You are?”

“Yes. She’s been overseas doing research but she’ll be back in about a year or so. After that we plan to get married.”

Usagi blanched. “I see,” she said in a strangled tone. “Well, thank you for hearing me out. Don’t worry - I won’t say I’m in love. I-I gotta go.”

“Usagi-chan!”

She bolted down the street blindly, counting on her reflexes from her morning dash to school to get her home. But she wasn’t as familiar with this area, so she had to slow down. She dashed into an alleyway, where she leaned up against a wall and tried to catch her breath. Why was it so difficult for her to have a guy she wanted? She cried into her hands, uncaring if the other pedestrians heard her. She felt so utterly heartbroken. All these years, Motoki never said a word! Tuxedo Kamen didn’t want her either. He rescued her, sure, but he kept his distance, and he made no secret of wanting the nijizuishou.

“AHHHH!” she screamed when a dark shadow jumped down to the ground next to her. She rounded about to face the intruder, her hand reflexively going to her brooch. Then her jaw went slack. “Tuxedo Kamen-sama?”

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

She blinked. “No, not physically.”

“Emotionally?”

What was this, an inquisition? “Yes, sir,” she said.

His hands reached out to brace her upper arms as he pulled her closer. “Why?” he asked softly.

“Why do you care?” she asked defensively.

“I care about you, Tsukino Usagi.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked in alarm.

“I know you.”

“You know me?” He must have figured out she was Sailor Moon. She knew this was not good, but she didn't have the ability to think properly just then. “Well, I’m alright, okay? See you at the next battle?”

She turned to go when his grip tightened. “Battle? What are you talking about?”

Her eyes went wide. “Nothing, nothing,” she stammered. “You know, those battles are really interesting, I - hey!” she protested as he swept her up into his arms and carried her in an all too familiar position. “You can’t just kidnap me like this,” she said, hardly flinching when he jumped up to the rooftops. Her vision was obscured by his cape; wherever he was taking her, he didn’t want her to see. “I should report you for this,” she said without any heat, secretly thrilled her hero was absconding with her.

“Good luck with that,” he replied in amusement, “since no one knows who I am.”

“But you know me somehow.”

“I know enough about you that you have a little crush on me.”

Her face went as red as a tomato. “Who told you that?!”

“A little birdie. It doesn’t matter who.”

She was dying of curiosity, but forced herself to think of more immediate things. “So what happens now?”

“You’ll see.”

Chapter 2

They landed on a balcony of a building. He swiftly opened the balcony door then slid it shut, pulling the curtain over, surrounding them in darkness. He let her down slowly, her form sliding down his. He held her close to him for a moment, before saying, “I’m going to kiss you now.” Her surprised gasp was swallowed by his lips, which greedily nibbled hers, his tongue tracing the line between her lips until she parted them. His tongue slid inside, dancing with hers, swirling, then he was thrusting repeatedly into her mouth with his tongue and she moaned as heat went down to her core. His mouth released hers as he tilted her backwards a bit, kissing and licking from her cheek to her jaw, down her neck, and settled on her collarbone. She panted as the sensations overwhelmed her.

“Dearest, sweetest Usagi-”

She shuddered.

“-I’m asking permission to touch you, caress you, kiss you.” His hands cupped her face. “And make love to you.”

“I’m sorry, what?” she said, disbelieving what she was hearing.

“I want to have sex with you,” he clarified, “but only if you want to.”

“But - but why?”

“Because I want to.”

That wasn’t a reason. She shook her head. “You - you don’t really know me,” she hedged.

“Oh I think I do,” he said as he hovered closer to her lips. “Now what is your answer, hmm?”

She stared up at him, the guy she’d been crushing on for four years, the man who swept her away from danger and truly had stolen her breath and heart. He was the one she really wanted. Somehow he knew her, Tsukino Usagi! But he didn’t seem to know she was Sailor Moon. It didn’t feel right to do this without telling him - unless this was a one-night stand? “Are you asking me to be together with you?”

His face became pained. “For your safety, I can’t,” he said. “It’ll just be a one time thing.”

That simplified things a bit. She could keep this a secret. He didn’t know her identity. The Senshi will never know. She could have this one night. “Okay.”

“Okay…?”

“I want to have sex with you.”

He tossed his hat to the side, then once again swept her up into his arms, carrying her across the room and into a doorway that led to presumably a bedroom. He sat down on the bed and placed her on his lap. He removed his gloves. His right hand proceeded to cup her left breast while his lips sucked on the place where her neck and her shoulder met. His left hand trailed up and down her stomach, the shirt having ridden up. She arched her back. “That feels good…” her words dissolved into gurgled moans.

“Good?”

“Yes, Tuxedo…Kamen…sama.”

His hand on her stomach slowly trailed back to her arm, going up and down, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The hand cupping her breast resumed the stroking of her stomach, slowly reaching toward the waistband of her skirt with trembling fingers. He shuddered against her backside, before stroking back up again, his left arm inching its way to her right breast, cupping it. She sighed into his masterful hands. “You’re good at this,” she breathed.

“Thank you. Let me know if I’m hurting you in any way. I…have never done this before.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Me neither,” she confessed, hoping it eased any embarrassment. “I’m surprised that you want to give your virginity to me.”

“Mhmm,” he moaned into her neck, as lost in the feelings as she was. His hands stroked upward, still crossed, until they cupped each side of her neck, gently moving across the skin, while his chin lay on top of her head. She shuddered as his fingers traced the width of her neck, meeting in the middle, before sweeping diagonally away and downward, cupping both breasts now, massaging them gently. She was panting heavily as he worked, groaning parts of his name as he went.

“You’re a natural at this,” she said in-between pants.

His breath at her ear made her shudder. “I’m glad you think so,” he breathed. His hands shifted to skim the sides of her torso before reaching the waistband of her skirt. His legs shifted until hers were on the outside of his, and he spread his legs wide. Usagi whimpered as she realized what he was about to do. His right hand reached into the waistband of her skirt, stroking her soaked underwear while his left pulled up the bottom of her skirt until it reached her waist, then began trailing his fingers up and down her thigh.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” she cried out, lost in the mixture of her pleasure and the pain she’d carried all these years.

His voice turned remorseful. “I don’t want to leave you either,” he whispered sadly. Abruptly the strokes on her underwear became harder, sliding all over her folds, her mound, and her clit. He was rewarded with louder moans, her hands coming up to rest behind his neck.

“Please,” she begged, but didn’t know exactly what she was asking for.

“Please what?” he murmured, sending more delicious sensations down her ear to her core.

She blushed. “Would you kiss me?” When he moved to kiss her lips, she corrected him. “I mean, kiss me down there.”

He groaned, then lifted her up, turning and gently laying her down on the bed, close to the edge. She heard him shift a bit, and then he was there, fingers trailing up her thighs, carefully pulling off her knee-high socks. He skimmed over her bare calves and thighs until he found the waistband of her underwear. His fingers curled in, his nails lightly scratching which left more tingles in their wake, and then the underwear was being pulled upwards and off. One hand remained on her foot while the other tossed the underwear to the side. The hand holding her foot slid up over her inner thigh until he reached her core. Both hands massaged the area, then went to her thighs to pull them up and back, so that she was spread wide for him. She hissed as he finally lowered his mouth to the area, his lips trailing her mound until he found her clit. His mouth nibbled it at first. She bucked her hips at him in response as she began panting again. Then his tongue was swirling while he was still lightly nibbling with his lips.

“Oh my, OHH!” she screamed as her juices flowed out of her. Then she felt a finger enter her, gasping as she felt it pump within her while he still showered his attentions on her clit. He then added a second finger, and that was all it took for her walls to clench around his fingers, his name to be yelled mindlessly, and for stars to appear behind her eyelids. He shifted his mouth from her clit to her vagina, licking up her juices.

“You taste delicious,” he moaned. “I could just drown between your thighs.”

“What do I taste like?” she asked curiously.

“Scoot backwards until your head is on the pillow,” he said, “and I will let you have a taste.”

She did as he said, and soon he was perched on the side of the bed, kissing her with her juices still on his lips. She didn’t particularly care for the taste, but it wasn’t abhorrent either. He nibbled on her bottom lip as she nibbled on his top lip, sucking her juices dry, until he pulled back.

“Now, my girl,” he said while she shuddered at the possessiveness displayed in that statement, “I’m going to put my dick in you.”

“May I kiss you there first?”

“Do you want to?” he asked, groaning.

“Yes. But you’re wearing too many clothes.”

“I must keep my identity a secret.”

“Keep everything but the lower half of your body covered. I’m not going to be able to figure it out by just looking at your legs - even if we were in a lit room, which we aren’t.”

He shifted again while she waited with bated breath. Then he asked, “Where do you want me?”

She smiled. “I’m going to put the pillow flat up against the headboard. I want you to sit there with your legs spread. I’m going to lie on my stomach between them. Then I’m going to suck you dry.”

“No you won’t,” he countered, “because I’m going to finish inside of you.”

Chapter 3

She moaned as she scooted back so he could place himself on the bed. “C’mon,” he beckoned. She slid onto her stomach then inched her way forward, feeling his thighs with her fingers as she went to ensure she was headed in the correct direction. Finally she reached his penis and scrotum. He hissed through his teeth as she fumbled in the dark, one hand squeezing the scrotum area while the other hand worked to find the base of the very erect cock.

She suddenly stilled when he flinched. “Careful,” he said gruffly, “the balls are very sensitive. Gentle touches only, okay?”

“Okay,” she said as she gently cupped them, shifting her attention to his dick. She began to slowly pump him up and down. “Is this good?”

“Yes,” he breathed out in-between hissing and moaning. She slid her hand upward farther up, wanting to know how long he was, her eyes widening as she finally felt his weeping head. He seemed to be large in both length and width. She whimpered at the thought of it inside of her. She swirled her fingers around the tip, noting that there was an area in front of her that was particularly sensitive. She leaned in and began licking the head until she found that grooved area. His body went stiff, his hands suddenly tugging on the streamers of her hair, holding her in place as she continued her ministrations. She licked upward to the very tip, sucking up the precum while he shuddered, then her lips closed around him, and slowly, carefully, she took him into her mouth. He hissed with pleasure. “Usagi,” he moaned loudly. When she hummed with satisfaction, her mouth still around his cock, he trembled from the vibrations. Then she was bobbing, a hand at the base, the other pumping in a matching rhythm. This went on for a couple of minutes before he gasped, “Stop.”

She lifted her head, kissing his tip before moving away. His legs clenched around her form. He grasped the hips that were right above his legs, untangled himself, and flipped her over, her head on the pillow, his form hovering above her. “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” she breathed. She wanted this more than anything.

He nodded, then he was shuffling slightly, something being opened - a condom, she realized. “I’m on the pill,” she said. She had prepared for getting together with Motoki a couple of months ago, hopeful she would be his girlfriend. Tuxedo Kamen tossed the condom carelessly onto the floor beside the bed before he was pulling her legs apart. Then he was touching her, moving until he found her clit, stimulating it once more. When she cried out, he inched downward, putting a couple of fingers inside of her. “I love it when you are so wet for me,” he murmured.

“What can I say,” she gasped out, “you make me a hot mess.”

“Yes, I do,” he purred in satisfaction. He inched closer, pulling her legs higher. “Let me know if this hurts,” he murmured. “I’ve learned all I can on how to pleasure a woman, but I know it can be painful the first time. And I don’t know why, but being with you like this feels so natural…so familiar.”

“Really?” she breathed. They had come together very naturally for a pair of virgins, she realized. “Our passion is so natural - it makes everything so easy.”

He hummed his agreement. Then he was perching close to her, one hand guiding his penis, stroking her up and down from her clit to her vagina, soaking her juices; while the other held the nearest of her legs up and back, tilting her core up towards him. Then he was at her entrance, his cock swirling around and around her entrance, still soaking up juices. Usagi growled in frustration. “In please!” she demanded.

“Patience,” he said as his free hand disentangled from her leg to stroke her clit. “I promise once you’re adjusted to me, I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”

She shuddered at that. “Would you know how?” she ventured.

“I’m a fast learner,” he said.

“And have strength and stamina,” she added with a smile. He really had good reflexes, too.

He kept up his attentions to her clit as he started to slowly sink into her. Usagi sighed as she felt him fill her insides. “More,” she said. He slowly inched in further. She gasped as she took a moment to adjust. “More,” she whimpered, and he complied. She gasped at the sensation, then started panting. “More,” she whined, and he finally entered her to the hilt. He groaned while she cried out. She reached out blindly for him; he lowered himself onto her. Her hands splayed themselves onto his chest, and then looped around to cling to his jacket. His hands cupped underneath her head, his fingers lightly clawing into her scalp, while his thumbs rubbed her cheeks. He kissed her fiercely, and she met his passion with hers, their mouths and breaths mingling. After what felt like an eternity he shifted until his forehead was touching hers - and only then, did he start moving. She mewled with pleasure while he grunted and moaned. “Usagi,” he murmured in-between gasps, causing more tingles to go straight down to her core. He shifted himself upwards, his thrusts now hard and fast. She soon felt the storm that was building up until she exploded, screaming, her hands clawing at his jacket haphazardly. With a matching cry he joined her, collapsing onto her frame, smothering her with his body, his essence; and she welcomed it wholeheartedly, treasuring this moment, wondering if they could go again and not stop until the sun rose.

Those pleasurable plans were interrupted by the beeping that resonated from her subspace pocket.

Chapter 4

“What is that?”

He could hear that? “My beeper. I gotta go.”

“What? Who has a beeper nowadays? Don’t you have a cell phone?” She was scrambling in the dark to find her underwear and her socks. She had to get out of there, and fast. She felt him grabbing at her desperately in the dark. “What’s wrong?” he asked in alarm.

“I’m sorry - I gotta go.”

“Where do you need to go? I’ll drop you off-”

“No!” she said sharply.

“Why not? It’ll be a lot faster than on foot. It’s also too late for you to be wandering around at night.”

She wanted so badly to say yes, to throw it all to the winds and confess her identity to him. But he could never know. He’d never forgive her. Neither would the Senshi. "Please let me go.”

“No.”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“I’ve told you,” he growled. “I care about you, Usagi. Whatever that beeping is about can wait, and if it can’t, you aren’t going without me.”

She started crying. “I can’t. Please. You’ll hate me.”

“Hate you? What are you talking about?”

He wasn't going to let this go, and time was being wasted. A youma was on the loose terrorizing Tokyo. Usagi gave into the inevitable. “Just know I was willing to keep this night as a one time thing and nothing more.” He said nothing to that. She pulled her communicator out of her subspace pocket, flipping it open away from his sight. “Moon here.”

“Finally, Usagi! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for a while now.”

“Sorry Mars.”

“Anyway, we have a youma here, at the shopping district. We need you ASAP.”

“On my way,” she said with a sigh. She looked over at his dark form. “You can carry me to some random rooftop. That way I can't figure out who you are.”

The silence stretched on uncomfortably. He made no moves nor made any sounds while she waited. “Right, okay. Well, I have a battle to get to, so if you don’t mind-” he grabbed her, accidentally brushing her breast as he held her arm.

“We’ll talk about this afterwards,” he said quietly.

She gulped. “I owe you that much,” she whispered.

“Go on and henshin then.”

“Moon Prism Power, Make Up!”

The glow of her henshin cascaded off the walls of his bedroom. His jaw slackened as she twirled naked, each piece slowly sparkling into existence. When she struck her signature pose he scrambled to put on his discarded clothing.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Ready.”

“Okay. I’ll let you carry me for a bit.”

“No,” he said. “Just follow me.” He led her to the balcony; together they leapt across the rooftops until they reached the site of the battle. With a deep breath each got into their typical positions.

“Standing for love and justice, I am the beautiful sailor-suited Senshi, Sailor Moon! In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!”

The youma began shooting various projectiles which Sailor Moon attempted to dodge, until one was headed straight for her. She froze before she was picked up by her savior, and off they sailed to a safe position. She trembled as he slowly lowered her onto her feet. “Thank you,” she said breathlessly. She saw his eyes darken with desire.

“Hit it now, Sailor Moon!”

“Right!” She pulled off her tiara while Tuxedo Kamen put his hands on her shoulders behind her. Sailor Moon bit her lower lip as she concentrated on throwing the tiara accurately. The youma disintegrated. No sooner was the youma destroyed did Tuxedo Kamen pick Sailor Moon up bridal style and leap away, ignoring the outraged shouts of the other Senshi. She was shocked he was so brazen as to abscond with her right in front of magic-wielding girls, one of whom had a tracking device.

“Let me go,” she urged him. “They’ll find us.”

“I don’t care,” he said, his voice cracking. “I need to talk to you. I can’t wait. I can’t have you running from me either.”

“I won’t run. But you have to let me go for now. I’ll come to you tomorrow night?”

“I don’t care if they find us. I'll accept the consequences.”

“What?” She could hardly believe her ears. “I’m begging you. We can forget this night. We can go on as we were.”

He scowled. Soon he was leaping onto his balcony, and back they were in the room where they had just left in a hurry. She let her henshin drop. He turned on the lights. She blinked away the darkness. He approached her slowly, until he was towering over her. Her head tilted back to meet his gaze.

“Are you mad?” she said fearfully.

“Mad? No. Shocked, yes. But remember, I was the one who approached you. I’m not mad you kept this secret from me.”

“I’m surprised,” she breathed.

“I told you it’d be a one time thing. You did nothing to get me to betray my identity. Now you’ve given away yours, while still not knowing who I am. You’re vulnerable. It’s my fault.”

“I trust you,” she said brokenly. “I’ve told you for years now. I know you’re not our enemy. I know you won’t hurt me.”

A moment passed. “You’re right,” he said hoarsely, “I won’t hurt you - especially not now.” He swallowed. “I have loved-”

The sound of the balcony door being flung open caught their attention. Three very enraged Senshi filed into the room.

“How dare you take our leader!” Sailor Jupiter growled.

“We’re going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget,” Sailor Mars hissed.

“Let’s hope your healing will be enough to repair the damage you’re about to receive,” Sailor Mercury murmured. The others sweatdropped. “I don’t condone murder,” she added defensively.

Usagi leapt into Tuxedo Kamen’s arms, placing herself between him and her Senshi. “Back down,” she commanded.

“Why are you not henshinned?” Sailor Mars asked in outrage.

“Your identity has been exposed!” Sailor Mercury exclaimed.

“Yes, it has,” she said shortly.

“Baka,” Sailor Mars spat.

“I need you three to leave,” Usagi insisted. “Three’s company and all that.”

“I’ll figure out whose apartment this is,” Sailor Mercury said darkly. “We will be back.” With that ominous threat, the three left the way they came.

Chapter 5

Usagi sagged with relief, pulling herself out of her hero’s arms. “I warned you,” she said frantically. “It’s time for you to move! You can’t stay here.”

“It’s too late for that,” he said gently.

“This is all my fault. Now you’re in danger and I don’t know how to protect you-”

“I can protect myself, Usa.”

“I can’t always be around, and it’d be three to one - terrible odds - they’d murder you!”

“Sailor Mercury said she wouldn’t.”

“She might help it along anyway!”

“There’s only one thing for me to do.”

“What?”

“Let them have their way.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. And why?! This is all so stupid!”

“I love you, Usagi.”

She froze. “You love me?”

“Yes. So I’ll take any retribution your Senshi want to deliver.”

She was stunned. “What about the nijizuishou?” she asked, as that was precisely what was in the way of their being together.

“I…I don’t know,” he choked out.

She nodded past the lump in her throat. “I’ve loved you for years now,” she said quietly, ignoring his sharp intake of breath, “but I’ve always thought you were unattainable. The girls would never let me date you, and you always say you’re our enemy. But no matter what, I will do what I can to protect you. I’m also glad you found me tonight. I was really upset, and you saved me - again. I’m stunned that you love my civilian self. I won’t stop wondering who you are - although it will come out in the open eventually.”

“I know,” he said thickly.

A moment passed.

“I don’t want to leave you," she whispered achingly.

His fists clenched. “I don’t want you to leave either,” he whispered, echoing the words he’d uttered earlier in the evening. “Stay.”

Chapter 6

“You’d let me?”

“Yes. I want to pleasure you in all ways that I can.”

She shuddered. She’d already committed to a one-night stand. She might as well follow through with it. “Okay. My mother already thinks I’m spending the night elsewhere, so I’ll spend the night with you until you tell me to leave.”

He closed his eyes shut and nodded jerkily, as if the idea of her leaving, even in the morning, was abhorrent to him. “Why don’t you hate me for not telling you who I am?” he asked.

She smiled softly at him. “I could never hate you. I don’t hate anyone.”

“What about Chiba Mamoru?”

She started. “Oh, you’ve seen some of our fights?” He nodded stiffly. “We have a unique relationship,” she mused. “In a way, I find our fights relieve a lot of my stress. They’re fun - kind of. I strangely look forward to them.”

“I see. Do you consider him a friend?”

“I do,” she said resolutely, “although I’d be the last to admit it to him. It’d spoil the fun, you see.”

His eyes glinted behind the mask. “Fights are fun?”

“Those fights, yes. Youma battles…” She grimaced. “Not so fun.”

“Let’s not talk about youma,” he murmured as he stepped closer to her.

She breathed in shakily. “Agreed.”

“May I kiss you?”

“Of course.”

Their lips met, but tentatively this time. He kissed her reverently, as if he felt he wasn’t allowed to kiss her. It was such a stark contrast to his earlier kisses that she pulled back with a frown. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Why are you holding back?”

He was silent for a moment. Then he said, “I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“That you’ll hate me when you find out who I am.”

“Well, since I’m going to find out anyway - do you want to just get it over with? I promise nothing will stop me from getting it on with you.”

He let out a small smile. Then, as if he was facing a youma in battle, he squared his shoulders, straightened up, and let his henshin fall. She gasped as she saw the visage of Chiba Mamoru. Then she smiled broadly. “No wonder you asked, baka,” she said, shaking her head. "Sneaky, too, to get me to admit my feelings about you."

“Will you still have me?”

“For tonight, absolutely.”

“You’re sure?”

“To be honest, I’m glad it’s you,” she said, and she meant it. She dropped her henshin, then rushed him, putting her hands on his chest, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He met her halfway with a moan. Once again their mouths and breaths were mingling, their tongues swirling around and around. Clothing came off in a rush, strewn everywhere, until she was lying on his carpet, taking him inside her. He cried as he fucked her. Her eyes were wide as she took in the sight, her hands reaching up to cradle his face. “It’s going to be okay,” she said in-between thrusts. “I’m here for you.” As his seed poured into her, and he collapsed onto her once more, sweat drenching his body, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kept him there, nuzzled in-between her neck and collarbone. “I still love you,” she whispered; he whimpered in response.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured into her neck.

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m still your enemy. I still have the nijizuishou.”

“No, you’re not. To be honest, I think we’re fighting for the same thing. But I can’t reveal my secrets any more than you can reveal yours.”

He sighed. “I don’t want to think about this. I don’t want to think.”

“You, not wanting to think?” Usagi teased. “Has hell warmed over?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “I just want to fuck you until I can’t think anymore.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked breathlessly.

He let out a deep sigh, pulling himself together. Then he looked at her. “Are you hungry?”

She blinked. “Hungry for your cock.”

He shuddered. “No, I mean really hungry. I need a snack. I have some pie if you want?”

“Wow! Yes, please!” she said. He pulled out two pies, two forks, and a knife. They sat unashamedly naked upon his kitchen chairs. "What kind are they?”

“Peach pies. I thought they would be a good dessert.”

“Mhmm,” she said as she wolfed down her piece. “More?” she asked with shining eyes.

He smirked at her. “The quintessential Odango Atama.”

“Hey! What happened to Usagi!”

“I couldn’t give away my identity now, could I?”

“Jerk,” she muttered as he placed another slice before her. Her eyes lit up as once again she was filling her mouth with peaches and crust. “So good! Where’d you get them?”

“There’s a bakery in Roppongi.”

“I will have to check it out sometime.”

“We’ll go together.”

“Will we?” she asked, her heart twisting painfully.

He looked at her forlorn expression and his face fell. “No, I suppose once the others find out who I am I won’t be seeing you anymore.”

Usagi began to cry. “It’s not fair,” she wailed. “It’s just not fair.”

“I’ll see you at battles.”

“That’s not enough!”

“We can’t be together,” he reminded her. “We only have this night; let’s make it count.” He cleared table, then abruptly he was laying her on top of it amidst her shrieks. He inched her so that her ass was slightly hanging over the edge of the table, and her legs were spread wide.

She stared bewildered as he brought the pie back. When he started scooping the pie onto her chest she sputtered, “That’s just going to make me sticky!”

“We can shower afterwards.”

She gulped at the mention of the word “we” - he was intending on showering with her. She bit back a moan at the imagery those thoughts dredged up. Her thoughts were subsumed by his mouth and tongue licking up the peach sauce and nibbling the peach pieces. He slurped the peaches as he went, then took time to lick at her nipples while still savoring the peaches. She felt like she was a dessert - his dessert. “Eat me,” she said breathlessly. He chuckled against her skin.

“I will,” he promised. “I’m still having my snack.” His tongue made a trail down to her belly button and back up again. One of his hands went to her clit, gently massaging it again. She bucked against his hand. “Hold on,” he said, “I’m preparing my first course.” Her brows furrowed in confusion until she saw him lick his lips thoroughly, right before he knelt in front of her and went down on her, tasting her again, but now in the light where they could watch one another. He hummed as he disconnected from her clit and looked up at her. “You taste better than peaches,” he murmured, “but let’s double-check the main course.” He was at her entrance, thrusting his tongue inside repeatedly.

“Please don’t stop, please -” and she gasped as she came on his tongue.

He withdrew, making a show of smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Definitely better than peaches,” he said. “And as I said earlier, delicious.”

“Such dirty talk.”

He grinned devilishly. “ You were the one who asked me to eat you.”

“You started it!”

“You begged for it!”

“You - you -”

“You know what else is going to eat you? My cock.” Before she could react, he thrust into her full tilt, then began to slide in and out.

“Faster!”

“My cock is savoring its meal, thank you very much,” he told her.

She began twitching. “You’re torturing me!”

“Is that anything new?”

“Jerk -” she stopped to cry out in pleasure.

“Yes, Mamoru-baka is deep inside of you,” he purred, “and you’re enjoying it.”

“What’s it like being inside me?”

He groaned. “Tight, warm. Heaven.”

He started rocking into her, finally, the movement causing the table to creak in response. She felt the grain of the wood lightly rub her skin as she was moved horizontally back and forth in time with his thrusts. His thumb made circles on her already swollen clit. They both cried out at the same time, each reaching their peak. When they caught their breath, Mamoru drew out of her.

“Now what?” she panted, staring up at him languorously.

“Now we shower, of course.”

“Together?”

“I hear it’s more fun that way,” he purred.

“Okay,” she said shakily, “lead the way.”

Chapter 7

Her legs were so wobbly that she would have collapsed if it wasn’t for him catching her. He picked her up bridal style and strode to the shower. He held her back pressed against his front, her front facing the shower head. She had her hands wrapped around his neck while he soaped up the loofah. The warm water relaxed her. He was soaping up her chest first, painstakingly getting rid of the peach pie remnants. Then he was washing her everywhere, including the outside of her folds. His soap’s scent cloyed to her skin; she reveled in it. Once he was finished, she shakily turned around and took the loofah from him. It was her turn to wash him everywhere, including his scrotum and penis. He had to crouch for her to reach his neck and shoulder area. It was very soothing, much unlike what she had expected the shower to be. He reached over her to turn the shower off, then carefully stepped out, drying himself quickly before grabbing her towel and drying her next. He was so gentle, patting the drops glistening from her skin until they disappeared. Her heart fluttered at the sight.

He sat her in the living room clad only in a towel. “I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Okay?”

He headed back to the hallway, opening a closet door. Then he was moving around in the bedroom. Finally he was by her side. “Okay, we’re good.”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I changed the sheets, so we can romp around in fresh linens. The other ones were full of sweat and cum.”

“Oh,” she said dumbly. He was so thoughtful, so considerate! “I’m excited to get them dirty,” she said mischievously. He grinned devilishly at her then scooped her up again. “I think you like holding me.”

“Count how often I ‘held’ you when you bowled me over on your way to school and you’ll have your answer.”

She gaped at him. “All those times?” she stuttered.

“Yep!” he said nonchalantly before setting her on her feet in his room. He unwrapped her towel, discarding it, before he turned her around and lay her on her stomach, on top of…more towels?

“What’s this?” she questioned as he gently placed each of her slightly damp hair streamers off to the side.

“Relax. I’m going to massage you,” he said, holding up a bottle of sesame oil. He went to work warming up the oil with his hands before bracing his legs on either side of hers, his dick lightly resting on the juncture between her butt-cheeks, making her hiss at the gentle contact. His hands were rubbing her all over from her neck to her shoulders to around her spine and around, spreading the oil everywhere. Then he began kneading her neck and her shoulders, making firm circles into her flesh, as she sighed in contentment. His circles gradually moved lower, until he was shifting backward to get at the muscles connecting her back and her butt.

“This is heavenly,” she moaned. “I’ll let you win every argument from now on if you do this for me.”

He let out a little chuckle. “I’d have no fun if I always won, Odango Atama,” he said, although his tone was slightly sad. Usagi knew he feared they wouldn’t have any arguments in the near future.

“I won’t let this happen,” she said fiercely. “I’m not giving you up.”

His fingers flexed against her back reflexively. “Can you really promise that?” he murmured. “Not when we have different agendas?”

“I don’t care!” she wailed. “I don’t care about having agendas and secrets and strategies and having to fight all the time. I want to follow my heart, and my heart leads to you.”

“Then why did you ask out Motoki-kun?”

“BECAUSE HE WAS THE SAFE OPTION! You weren’t going to fall for Sailor Moon!”

“You could have fallen for Mamoru, as I did Usagi,” he said, his voice cracking.

“You've pointed out my flaws many times, and even mentioned how you don’t think of me as dating material. I gave up before I even began. I considered going out with Mamoru as being infinitely more unattainable than going out with Tuxedo Kamen.”

He continued massaging her in silence as the two of them realized they shouldn’t be arguing during a massage session, of all things.

“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “I’m sorry I didn’t give Mamoru a chance before now.”

“You accept me,” he said, as if trying to convince himself.

“Yes, I accept and love you as you are in both forms. I won’t give you up!”

“You can’t have it both ways,” he said as he began massaging her butt.

“I really want to tell you.”

“I won’t force you,” he said gently. “You know that, right?”

“I…do,” she said, moaning as his hands kept gliding across her bare bottom. “You like me,” she said in wonder.

“Yes, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Sailor Moon?”

“I have always been drawn to Sailor Moon. But I didn’t believe pursuing a relationship with you would be advisable.”

“Logical to the end.”

He flipped her over then began gently massaging her collarbone then across her entire chest, paying careful attention to the globes of her breasts. She was a mindless mess for a while, thoroughly lost in the sensations.

His hands moved to her torso, and her mind came back enough to say, “I’m sorry you ended up falling in love with Sailor Moon.”

He inhaled sharply. “I don’t regret falling in love with you, Usagi.”

“But don’t you wish I was just simply Usagi, and not Sailor Moon also? Wouldn’t it have made things easier for you?”

“Remember, if you were simply Usagi I would stay away from you for your own protection. Tonight is an exception to that rule.”

“So you argue with me just to have me around.” she said.

“Yes.”

“And have fun.”

“Of course. I imagine a lot of things when you’re yelling at me - sounds that I’ve heard a lot tonight.”

She blushed. “You thought of sex during our arguments? And you kept this secret from me?”

He smiled seductively at her. “That’s the beauty of a secret, Odango. It allows for all kinds of naughty thoughts and emotions even while one is engaged in ‘friendly’ banter.”

She thought back to all the things he’d said over the last couple of years, realizing with a start that there were several double entendres said that she’d been oblivious to because she’d been so certain he didn’t want her in that way. “I’ve been so blind,” she groaned.

“It wouldn’t have ended well anyway,” he said.

Her heart panged. She was so sure the Senshi and he are on the same side, but she couldn’t talk without betraying her friends and Luna - not to mention, their princess. "Why?" she whispered.

"Hm?"

"Why is tonight an exception?"

"I acted impulsively. Motoki told me what happened. I told myself I was going after you to make sure you were okay. I was also feeling jealous and desperate."

Mamoru, jealous? Mamoru, desperate? It was almost as incredible as him loving her. Warmth swept through her, combining itself pleasantly with the sensations he was causing with his skillful hands.

Once he finished massaging her limbs he said with satisfaction, “There. Are you feeling relaxed enough?”

“Mhmmmm.”

“Good. Would you be okay with anal sex?”

She sat up abruptly, wide awake. “What?”

“You can say no if you want to,” he said.

“I don’t think I can take you,” she said, staring at his dick askance.

He thought for a minute. “No, probably not. I’d rather get a toy for that…”

A toy they wouldn’t need if they wouldn’t be together. Usagi had been too reminded of their situation. “Mine!” she growled as she tackled him, taking him by surprise. Her teeth grazed his neck, his collarbone, his shoulder, his chest, his nipples. She sucked one into her mouth, reveling in his cries of pleasure, her teeth gently nipping. She then sucked and nipped the other one. Her fingers left scratch marks in their wake. She barely knew what she was doing, other than to caution herself not to bite too hard, as she left light teeth marks on both arms. She stopped short of going below his waist, then hauled herself up and took his face with her hands. “MINE!” she shouted desperately, lightly shaking his face. “Don’t keep yourself from me, please!” Her voice broke.

“Usa-”

“No! No more! You are mine!” and she scooted backwards, lifting herself, then impaling herself onto his dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she bounced on her heels, bobbing up and down. “Mine!” she said again. “I don’t care if the whole world burns down-”

“You should,” he got out. “You’re supposed to save the world.”

“I…want…you,” she babbled uncaringly. “I will protect you. I will move in with you-”

“Move in with me?!” She didn’t answer. She sped up instead, until they were both reaching their peak.

“You can’t move in with me,” he said with finality after they calmed down. “You are still in high school. Your Senshi would never allow it.”

Her anger melted away to tears. She got off of him planting herself face down next to him. “But it’d be perfect,” she cried. “We could live together and you can have your agenda and I can have mine and we can pretend that none of this Dark Kingdom stuff exists when we are just Mamoru and Usagi.”

He reached over to rub her soothingly. “Your Senshi would never let you forget,” he said. He reached over to get more sesame oil which he proceeded to use just to rub her back. She calmed down, the tears dissipating, and then the touches turned to tingles. She shuddered. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“There’s another position I’d like to try,” he whispered. “Are you up for it? I promise you won’t have to do much physically.”

“Okay.” He was stroking himself hard again. She realized something. “How are you still able to have sex?”

“Hm? Oh, my recovery time? Someone’s been paying attention in biology class for a change.”

“Jerk.”

“I think it’s gotta do with my superhero powers. At least I can keep up with the women who can experience multiple orgasms - as you seem to.”

“Due to my powers?”

“Maybe,” he said seductively. He leaned over her, giving her a sound kiss to the ridge of her ear while she shuddered. “May I have this?” he asked, indicating the pillow. “Let me put this here…there we go.” It now lay beneath her stomach. “Like I said, I don’t want you to have to stress too much physically.”

“Oh!” she cried out as he slid into her from behind. The position hit her in a very sensitive area. His balls slapped against her lower lips as he thrust. Overall it was a very sensual experience. “Why didn’t we start with this?” He went hard and fast. “Ohhhhhh.” Then she was exploding very prettily all over him and soon after he joined her.

“Do you want another shower?”

“I guess.” She was really tired, but she was also feeling really oily.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

Chapter 8

He placed her in the tub this time, thoroughly removing all the excess oil, the sweat, their bodily fluids, leaving her refreshingly clean and embraced by his scent once again. He left her briefly to arrange the bed by removing the towels and changing out the pillowcase. He got a fresh fluffy towel for her, patting her dry, then carried her back into his bed.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

He said nothing, placing her on the bed before pulling the sheets and blankets over her. She was barely awake when he came back from his shower, all remnants of their fun washed away. “Mamoru, I-”

“Shhhh. Just sleep. I’ll be right here.” He spooned her, his warmth enveloping her. She went promptly to sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?!”

Usagi and Mamoru jolted awake, confronted with the gaping faces of the Senshi, one of whom was holding a very furious Luna.

“Luna!” Usagi exclaimed.

“Usagi!” Luna shot back. “What have you been up to?”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Usagi said angrily. “I’m not a child anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean you should…”

“Have sex?” Sailor Jupiter interjected helpfully.

“With Tuxedo Kamen?!” Sailor Mars added furiously.

“Don’t bother denying it,” Sailor Mercury forewarned.

“You sure you don’t wanna come with me?” When Mamoru looked at her in bewilderment, Usagi clarified, “Come south of the border with me.”

“We’re surrounded by the ocean, Odango,” he said, facepalming.

“Hello?” Sailor Mars waved her arms to get their attention.

“We’ve come to talk,” Luna said sharply. “We’ll be in the main area. You two better come out with some clothes on.” They trailed out.

Usagi was left panicking. “What are they going to do? What are they going to say? Oh, no - what am I going to wear?”

“I have your clothes folded over here.”

“I can’t reuse clothes like that. Not for this. Oh I know.” She pulled out her pen. “Moon Power, change me into a cutely dressed Usagi!” Once the blinding light cleared, she smiled satisfactorily at her outfit. Her top was pink and sparkling, with her sleeves flaring out from elbows down to billow at her wrists. It was paired with a beige mini skirt and lacy white tights.

Usagi whirled to finding Mamoru giving her a lustful gaze as he slowly put his clothes on. She nearly drooled as she watched him move his biceps and forearms, his broad, muscular chest. He was beautiful.

“Shall we?” he asked huskily before clearing his throat.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. She cleared her throat. They needed to keep it together now, with an inquisition and more hanging over their heads.

Sailor Mercury was sitting on the couch with Sailor Mars, while Sailor Jupiter had pulled up a chair from the kitchen. Unless they got the chairs from the kitchen, there was nowhere for them to sit except on the floor, where they would be vulnerable to any attacks. Wordlessly, Mamoru sat on the ground, and Usagi followed him.

“Chiba Mamoru,” Luna said, “we know you. We’ve gotten to know you well over the past four years. The girls consider you a friend. I find you sensible as well.” She ignored Usagi’s raised eyebrow at the backhanded insult. “To find that you of all people is Tuxedo Kamen is very surprising. Someone we thought of as strictly an enemy is in another way our friend.

'That being said, this mission to retrieve the Ginzuishou is of utmost importance. It is one of the most serious tasks we have as the Sailor Senshi. Without knowing something of what your agenda is, an alliance just won’t work.”

Mamoru took a moment to speak. “Yes, I agree with you on how surprising all of this is. When I went to Usagi, I had no idea she was Sailor Moon until she was summoned to the battle. Before you go blaming her,” he added, glaring at Sailor Mars who was about to yell at the Senshi of the Moon, “I cornered her and left her no choice. I wasn’t going to let a young woman roam the streets of Azabujuban alone at night. I also was the one who kidnapped her in the first place.”

“Twice?!” Luna yowled. “And you didn’t think to fight back even once?”

“No, Luna,” Usag said, tears clogging her throat. “I didn’t. I never will.”

That hung in the air between them. “You’ve made your choice then?” Luna asked.

“Choice?”

“You choose him over the mission.”

She had been saying that last night, right? But in the light of day, faced with her fellow Senshi and her guardian, she hesitated, and was on the verge of tears. “I can’t choose,” she said. “Please don’t make me.”

“We can’t divulge our mission, so it’ll be up to him to decide for you.”

Usagi cast pleading eyes over to Mamoru’s closed expression. “Please? I really think we are on the same side.”

His jaw and fists clenched. His head tilted backwards as he screwed his eyes shut. “I can’t divulge my mission either,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“Why does it have to be this way?!” Usagi demanded. “We’re all friends already in some way. We can be civil! We can work together to achieve everyone’s goals! We have to stop being suspicious of each other and put faith into our hearts! We have been fighting the Dark Kingdom for four years now. It’s time to set aside our differences and become a stronger team against them.”

“You know what hangs in the balance,” Sailor Mercury reminded her.

“I think he would be a great help to our cause. I have no reason to think he’d renege on any deal we make.”

“But what about his cause? We can’t blindly agree to let him have the Ginzuishou for nefarious purposes,” Luna said.

“I am very certain that that won’t be the case. What about you girls? Do you think Mamoru would choose evil, after everything we’ve known about him for so long?”

The girls were staring at her in stunned silence, likely because she had never given a speech like this, not even as Sailor Moon. Even Luna looked lost in thought.

“I agree with Usagi,” Sailor Mars said quietly.

“I do, too,” Sailor Jupiter chimed in.

“It’s well reasoned,” Sailor Mercury agreed. “As Luna has intimated, we do have extensive knowledge of his character.”

Luna sighed. She was the least familiar with Mamoru out of all of them - cats weren’t exactly allowed in the arcade. “Fine,” she said. This was the girls’ cue to drop their henshins. Mamoru only jumped a little when faced with the identities of the three Senshi, then shook himself.

“Yes, you know all of the Senshi,” Usagi whispered to him. He stiffly nodded.

Luna coughed to get their attention. “My memory is only of bits and pieces, but I will do the best I can to explain what I know. This story began one thousand years ago. All of the planets and the Earth’s moon supported life. The moon reigned in what was called the Silver Millenium. All of the planets except Earth were a part of the Silver Millenium. I don’t know why Earth wasn’t involved. Darkness came to the moon and destroyed the Silver Millenium. The moon’s queen used the rest of her energy to send us all, including the Dark Kingdom, to reincarnate into the distant future. The queen did so by using the Ginzuishou. The Ginzuishou, once remade, belongs to the queen’s heir - the Moon Princess.”

“Princess,” Mamoru repeated, looking as if he’d seen a ghost.

“She and the Ginzuishou are our responsibility to protect. She is who hangs in the balance. If you harm her in any way we’ll not hesitate to kill you.”

“LUNA!” Usagi shouted indignantly. “How could you say such a thing?!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Mamoru got out as he locked eyes with the feline. “I am getting the Ginzuishou for the princess as well.”

“I don’t recall there being a male protector,” Luna said puzzledly.

“I don’t know. All I know is she keeps appearing in my dreams, begging for the Ginzuishou.”

“So we’re after the same thing after all,” Ami said in wonder.

“I TOLD YOU GUYS! I so told you. Why didn’t you listen to me sooner?!”

“Are you able to give us a description so we know what to look for?” Makoto asked.

He shook his head. “Her actual features are blurry.”

“Sooooo, now that we have this all cleared up, I would like you girls to leave.”

“Again?!” the girls chorused.

“What are you going to do - jump him?” Makoto teased her.

Usagi surprised them all by saying, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Then I’m going to plan my moving into this apartment so I can do it again and again!”

“No you’re not!” Luna sputtered.

“I’m eighteen now, so yes I can.”

“Odango…”

“No! You’re mine! I love you and I want the world to know it.” She leapt into his arms and started kissing his neck savagely, leaving hickeys.

“I guess we’ll leave you to it,” Rei said slowly as she grabbed the hissing cat and followed the other two out the front door to the apartment.

“You are incorrigible,” Mamoru said breathlessly.

“But you’re turned on by it,” Usagi said confidently.

“You’re right…but we need to talk about this moving in stuff later.”

“After I eat you, you mean?”

“After we eat each other - at the same time. You’ll lie on top of me so that I lick your clit while you suck on me.”

“That sounds so hot,” Usagi moaned, her new clothes getting drenched with her juices.

“Yes, my little Odango - because it is hot.”

She reversed her transformation; she was naked once more. He disrobed as well before lying down. He beckoned her forward. She sat on his chest then inched herself backwards until his tongue was tracing her clit. She shuddered with pleasure for a moment, then forced herself to focus on the bulging cock standing at attention in front of her, his legs having bent up to inch closer to her. She took him in his mouth, trying to get a rhythm going by stretching herself a bit. Two of his fingers entered her. They both gave and took, their moans being ones of approval, of lust, and of love. They came together explosively. Then she was rotating around and curling herself into his side.

“What do I taste like?” he whispered.

“Delicious,” she answered as she smacked her lips.

“Can I have some?” he asked curiously.

“I ate it all. Maybe next time.”

He barked a short laugh then held her closer to his side.

“I’ll tell you this much,” she added with a wink, “you taste better than peaches.”

The End

Notes:

I started this as a one-shot. I really did. Then I got excited by the prompts and it just kept coming and coming (pun intended). This was my first try at Marathon Sex. I hope you enjoyed!

#smquickies2023 #aged up characters #pretty guardian sailor moon #sailor moon fanfiction

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A/N: I'm really excited about this one! Hope you all enjoy it! I'll have another author's note at the end of the chapter.

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Ages 24 and 25 August 2004

I woke up the next morning feeling very comfortable and well rested. I laid there for a little bit before opening my eyes, just trying to wake up more, and realized my pillow was moving slowly up and down. Then I felt the arm wrapped around me. My eyes flew open and I slowly tried to look up to see if Dean was awake yet.

“Mornin’,” he rumbled in a sleep roughened voice when he felt me moving.

“Morning,” I echoed, moving to sit up. “Sorry about invading your space like that. I’m not really sure how that happened.”

“Don’t worry about it. It didn’t bother me,” he assured me.

“How long have you been awake?” I asked, trying to move past the situation and not hyperfocus on it the way I wanted to.

“Just a few minutes.”

I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 8.

“Shit! We need to get going!” I said, jumping out of bed. We didn’t have much time to figure out what was going on here.

“I think we should go back to the conference room first,” I said when we were both dressed and ready to go.

“Okay. Why?”

“If Mallory and Dave are there we can see if we can learn anything from them. If not, we can look around that little office.”

“Alright. I guess that’s a good place to start.”

We took the elevator back down to the first floor and headed for the conference room. A quick peak in the door didn’t show any signs of the two hosts, so we headed towards the office they’d retreated to last night.

“Oh!” Mallory gasped when we walked in the open door. “Hello! Can we help you with something?” she asked politely. She and Dave were sitting at a desk. They didn’t look like they were going anywhere anytime soon.

“Yeah, actually we forgot to grab one of those schedules last night. You wouldn’t happen to have another one, would you?” I asked, the lie coming to me easily.

“Of course!” Dave said, opening a drawer and handing over a piece of paper he grabbed from inside. “Here you go!”

“Thanks,” Dean said as he took it from him, pretending to look it over. “I’ve gotta tell you, this is a really great retreat. Jenna and I were just saying last night how glad we are that we decided to come.”

“That’s great! We always love to hear people are enjoying themselves,” Mallory smiled.

“How long have you been doing retreats like this?” I asked. “I mean, to have something this well set up, you have to have done it before right?”

“Oh, Dave and I have been doing these for a while now. We’ve hosted all the couple’s retreats here since the first one.”

“We actually do these events at hotels all across the country,” Dave added proudly.

“That’s a pretty fun job,” I said.

“It’s so much fun. We love it,” Mallory agreed.

“Well, thanks for the schedule,” Dean said. “We’re gonna go get some breakfast. We’ll see you for the scavenger hunt!”

“So what do you think?” I asked when we were a safe distance away, walking down the halls towards the breakfast bar.

“The fact that they’ve been here every year seems a little suspicious. But if they’re traveling all over the country doing this…”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Maybe it’s just their job and they’re not involved. I guess we could try to look into some of the other retreats they’ve done. See if anyone’s gone missing from any of them?”

“Sounds like fun,” Dean groaned.

We rounded the corner to the room breakfast was served in and Dean immediately headed for the buffet. The room was almost empty, only a few other people scattered throughout. I stepped into line behind him, watching him pile his plate with eggs, biscuits and gravy, bacon, and sausage.

“I’m just gonna say it again. We have to stay in places like this more often,” Dean said. He went and set his plate on an empty table and then came back for coffee.

I just smiled and shook my head as I dished up my own plate.

“It is a nice hotel, isn’t it?” The older lady waiting patiently in line behind me commented. “I never would have thought it could turn into something this nice.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well it’s a beautiful place now. It wasn’t that long ago this place wasn’t very popular and kind of run down. Rumors were going around that they were on the verge of bankruptcy. Then, almost overnight things started to get better. Within a month this was one of the most popular hotels in the state.”

“Weird. Did they hire a new manager or something? Someone with more experience who was able to turn things around?” I asked.

“Oh no. The same man has owned this place for going on twenty years now. He manages it himself.”

“Huh. How long ago did it turn into what it is now?”

“Oh, about… seven years ago I think.”

“That’s really interesting. Well, I better go sit down before my husband wonders what’s taking so long,” I smiled, gesturing towards the table Dean was at.

The lady smiled back and waved me off. I grabbed some orange juice and then sat down.

“I don’t suppose you heard any of that?” I asked.

“Not a word. You looked pretty interested though,” he said around a mouthful of food.

“I think Mallory and Dave are off the hook,” I told him. “I’d say the hotel owner just got bumped to the number one suspect spot.”

I relayed to him the information I’d just gotten from the old lady.

“Awesome,” Dean grumbled. “So we’re probably dealing with some sort of pagan god.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“Think about it. The people that have been disappearing have probably been sacrifices to keep this place running. The guy is about to lose everything. He’s desperate. Desperate people do crazy things. He decides to try sacrificing a couple people to some random god in a last ditch effort and it turns out it works. So now that he’s doing well, he schedules retreats. He’s got a group of people to choose from every year. It’s even a couple, a man and a woman. Sounds like a pagan ritual to me.”

“Awesome,” I sighed. “There’s only about a thousand of them. This could take days of research, Dean. We don’t have that kind of time.”

“I know. We’re just going to have to do the best we can,” he said.

We quickly finished our breakfast and then I went back to our room to start making a list of pagan gods that wanted sacrifices in exchange for money or success while Dean went to check out the hotel owner’s office.

I’d only been looking for about twenty minutes when there was a knock on the door.

“It’s me,” Dean said from the other side.

I got up to open the door for him.

“What’d you find?” I asked.

“Nothing. I couldn’t get in. There’s some guy sitting in the hallways where all the offices are and he wasn’t leaving.”

“Okay,” I sighed. That complicated things a bit. The office might have held clues to help us narrow down what god we were looking for. “We’ll just make a list of every god we can find that fits the bill and find a different time to get in the office.”

The next couple hours were spent in relative silence as we looked up every god we possibly could online, writing down the names of ones that could be the one we were dealing with.

By the time noon rolled around we had a pretty decent sized list, but thankfully it was smaller than expected. There were more gods than I realized that didn’t require human sacrifice in order to be helpful.

Dean had also spent a little time looking into the hotel owner. His name was Connor O’Reilly. His parents were Irish immigrants and he’d inherited this hotel from them when they died in a car accident when he was 24. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him, but then again, the real psychos out there usually hid it well.

We went to the hotel restaurant to get some lunch before the scavenger hunt. Once we’d eaten, we headed back to conference room A. We were the last to arrive again.

“Hello,” Mallory chirped. “I hope everyone enjoyed their morning! We’ve got a fun rest of the day planned out for you all!”

“Starting with a scavenger hunt!” Dave continued. He showed us a stack of paper in his hand. “Each couple is going to get their own list of things to find. None of the lists are the same, so you’ll all be looking for different things. You have 45 minutes to find all ten items and then meet back here.”

Dave passed out the papers as well as a stopwatch to each couple.

“Start your time… now!” Mallory instructed. Everybody started their stopwatches and then took off.

“Alright. What do you say we do some real hunting?” Dean asked.

“I think we should spend five minutes at least pretending to be participating. Give everyone time to spread out and not pay attention to us,” I suggested.

“Fine,” Dean huffed. “Five minutes.”

We managed to find two of the things on the list in those five minutes and then we decided to go try and get into the offices again.

There was no one around to see us slip into the now empty hallway. We walked all the way to the end, stopping at the one labeled ‘Manager.’ Dean quickly picked the lock and we slipped inside, quietly closing the door behind us.

A quick scan of the room showed a couple of big filing cabinets and no computer. This guy was old school then. Dean and I each headed to a filing cabinet and started digging.

“This started seven years ago, so skip over anything from before then,” I said to Dean as I flipped through the well organized folders to more recent years.

I skimmed through employee files, renovation details, bills, tax information and countless other papers he’d filed away, but I wasn’t coming up with anything useful.

“Find anything yet?” Dean asked. He had finished going through all the more recent files in his cabinet and was going through the desk and searching the room for anything that might give us a clue.

“No, nothing.” I sighed and looked at the stopwatch. “We’re supposed to be back to the conference room in a couple minutes.”

“Can’t we just skip it?” Dean asked.

“No, because then they’ll come looking for us. I don’t think there’s anything left to look through here anyway.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “Let’s go.”

We started walking for the door, and that’s when I saw it.

“Dean, wait.” I said.

“What?” he asked.

I’d missed it on the way in because I hadn’t stopped to look at the walls. But hanging right next to the office door was a picture that I recognized. A group of warriors in a line, facing a large figure who was dunking a man in a cauldron. Above these warriors was another group of warriors, these ones on horseback, riding away from the large figure.

“I know which god we’re dealing with,” I told him.

“How?”

“That picture,” I said, pointing to it. “That’s a Celtic god called Teutates.”

“We must have looked up hundreds of gods today. How can you remember one specific one? Based off of a picture?” He questioned.

“I remember a few. He just happens to be one of them. And I’ve seen him before when I was doing research with Bobby.” I answered.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. How do we kill him?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But at least we know who we’re dealing with now. It shouldn’t be hard to figure out how to kill him.”

“Let’s get the rest of these stupid activities over with so we can finish this hunt,” he said, opening the door enough to check that the hall was clear before we stepped out, relocking the door behind us. We’d only made it a few steps when the click of high heels sounded just outside of the hallway we were standing in.

Possible explanations for our presence here raced through my mind, but before I could decide on the best one, Dean was pushing me up against the wall. He grabbed my arms, wrapping them around his neck and then put his hands on my waist. This all happened so quickly that I didn’t even have time to ask what he was doing.

Then his mouth was on mine. I froze. I could feel his lips moving, trying to get me to respond, but I could barely even manage to remember to breathe with the way my brain seemed to be short circuiting. The footsteps got louder and seemed to filter through my shock.

I felt my hands reflexively tighten a little in Dean’s hair and I had just started to kiss him back when we were interrupted.

“Excuse me,” a female voice said. Dean and I broke apart at the sound of it. “You’re not supposed to be back here.”

“Sorry,” Dean apologized. “We were just…” Whatever excuse he had been about to give her trailed off at the unimpressed look she was giving us. “Leaving,” he said.

He grabbed my hand and quickly walked away, out of the hall and towards the conference room.

“Dean,” I said when I regained the ability to speak. We were almost there. Not a good time, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

“Not now,” he told me.

I didn’t want to let it go, but I knew I had to. For now at least. We walked into the room to see that, for once, we weren’t the last ones. James and Stephanie still weren’t back yet.

“That was pretty fun, wasn’t it?” Julia asked us, coming to stand beside me.

“Uh, yeah it was great!” I replied.

“How’d you guys do?” She asked.

I didn’t get a chance to answer because James and Stephanie came back at that moment and Mallory and Dave were immediately ready to move on.

“Okay! I see everybody’s back. Is there anyone who managed to find all of their items?” Dave asked.

Four sets of hands went up.

“That’s great! And how many did you find?” Mallory asked Stephanie and James.

“We got nine,” Stephanie said. “We were trying to find the last one when we realized we were out of time.”

“Nine out of ten is still impressive!” Mallory assured her. “And what about you two? How many did you find?”

“Um, well… we only found two,” I told her.

“It’s this one’s fault, really,” Dean said as he slung an arm around my shoulders. “She got a little bit distracted.” I frowned, wondering where he was going with this. We could have just told them we were really bad at scavenger hunts. “She just loves interior design so much. We spent most of our time looking at the furniture layout and pictures and woodwork.”

“I can’t help it,” I shrugged. “It’s just so interesting.”

“Well that’s ok,” Mallory said. “As long as you were having fun together. That is what this retreat is all about.”

“Everyone please put the items you collected into this basket,” Dave instructed, setting a large plastic basket onto the table. “And we’ll move on to our next activity!”

I didn’t want to move on to the next activity. I wanted to talk to Dean about what just happened a few minutes ago. I wanted to finish the case too, but that had been bumped from the top priority slot.

“I’m sure you’re all familiar with the newlywed shoe game. We’re going to be playing that, but with a slight twist. The couple who answers the most questions the same wins a free couple’s massage for tomorrow morning!” Dave explained.

“So if everyone could please take off one of your shoes and hand it to your soulmate, and then take a seat across from each other,” Mallory said, gesturing to two rows of chairs positioned back to back.

“You answer them all correctly, I’ll get a few wrong,” Dean whispered to me as we handed over our shoes. Neither of us wanted to win the couple’s massage, but we also couldn’t get them all wrong. I nodded in agreement and we both sat down.

It turned out they had a long list of questions. It took about twenty minutes to get through them all. I was getting pretty bored and fidgety by the end. The questions weren’t difficult and they kept my focus squarely on Dean, right where I didn’t want it. I wanted to keep myself distracted and my mind off of that kiss until we were able to discuss it. Unfortunately, couple’s retreats weren’t really designed to let you not think about your other half.

“Well that was a lot of fun to watch!” Mallory cheered when it was finally over. “The couple who agreed on the most questions is… Hannah and Tristan! Congratulations you two! Enjoy your free massage!” She held out a free massage coupon which Tristan accepted with a smile.

“Alright. Now, if you all think you’ve been having fun so far, just you wait. The next thing we’re going to do is my favorite part of the whole weekend!” Dave announced. “I’m going to ask you to help us move everything to the edges of the room. We’ll need a lot of space because we’re going to be teaching everybody some fun group dances next!”

I heard Dean’s quiet groan beside me. We all worked together to move the tables and chairs up against the walls and then Mallory disappeared into their office, coming back with a speaker and an ipod.

“The first step to learning any dance is to learn it without music first,” Mallory told us. “Dave and I will demonstrate one step at a time and then we’ll go through it slowly while you learn it. And then we’ll move on to music!”

“We’re going to teach you three different dances,” Dave continued. “We’ll spend half an hour on each one, so don’t worry if you don’t get it right away. They’re pretty simple dances so we have plenty of time to work on each. Now I want everybody to line up. Ladies on one side, gentlemen on the other, and leave some space between the lines.”

And so we spent the next half hour learning the first dance. It was the kind of dance full of skipping and turns and switching partners. We would complete a series of steps with one partner before moving to the next person, doing the steps again, switching partners again and so on.

At the end of the first half hour, we were instructed to take a water break. I was sipping from a bottle of water when Dean came to stand next to me.

“What do you think the odds are that someone sprains an ankle and we can be done with this?” He asked humorlessly.

“It’s not that bad,” I told him. He looked at me, surprised.

“You’re enjoying this,” he said accusingly.

“So what? It’s fun,” I said a little defensively.

“I didn’t even know you liked to dance,” he said. I just shrugged.

“Neither did I.” I hadn’t been any more excited about this particular activity than Dean was. I was surprised how much I was enjoying it.

Break over, everyone moved back to the center of the room to learn the next dance.

We were on to the third dance, just about to try it with music when the woman from the front desk peeked into the room, saying there was a call for Anna and Ethan. They excused themselves and we finished the dance minus one couple.

I was slightly out of breath when Dave stopped the music and called an end to the dance portion of the day. A phone rang in the office, and Mallory left to answer it. I’d had a lot more fun than I expected and the dances, simple as they were, had been sufficiently distracting enough for me to forget about Dean kissing me. That is, until I looked over to see him talking to James and smiling, and my eyes focused on his mouth.

“Bad news,” Mallory said, coming back into the room. “Anna and Ethan won’t be coming back. They got a call about a family emergency and had to leave. But that doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t still have fun, right?”

Dean and I looked at each other. So the human sacrifices had been chosen and taken already. We needed to get moving. And fast.

“We figured we’d do something a little more relaxing after all of that work everyone just did. As I’m sure you are all aware, there’s a lake just behind this hotel. There are a few kayaks available for rental, and we’ve got the next hour booked!” Mallory told us.

“Oh, you know what? I’m actually terrified of being on open water.” I said the first excuse I could think of to give us a chance to get away.

“It’s a pretty small lake. There’s no big fish or predators of any kind. Perfectly safe,” Dave assured me.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s just a phobia I’ve had pretty much my whole life. We’re going to have to sit this one out, but you all have fun! We’ll be able to keep ourselves entertained.”

“If you’re sure,” Dave said. “Alright, everyone else, let’s head outside. If you have anything on you that you don’t want to risk falling into the water, I’d leave it here.”

We watched everyone file out of the room and then started planning.

“What are we going to do?” Dean asked. “We don’t have the slightest idea where to start looking for them. And we don’t even know how to kill this god yet.”

“I know. But we can’t just let them die. We might have to figure it out as we go.”

“Figure it out as we go? We can’t help anyone if we’re dead,” he argued.

“I don’t know what else to do! We don’t exactly have time for research. Besides, who says he’ll even actually be there?” I pointed out as an idea occurred to me.

“Why wouldn’t he be there?”

“Think about it. Back in the day when sacrifices were the norm, the god didn’t show up on your doorstep to watch the sacrifice. It was just something you did and then the god would give you some sort of benefit in exchange. Why should this be any different?” I reasoned.

“That’s risking an awful lot on a maybe,” he said. Then he sighed. “But I guess you’re right. I don’t see that we have much of a choice. Alright, where do we start looking for these guys?”

“Well, from what I remember, sacrifices were made to Teutates by drowning the victims in a large vat of liquid, like in that picture in the office. Nobody knows for sure, but the theory is that they used ale.” I paused for a second as a realization struck me. “Which would explain why I found an order for a vat of ale every August. How did I miss that?” I groaned. “I just assumed it was for the hotel bar.”

“The ale was shipped here?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. Which doesn’t mean he couldn’t have moved it afterwards. But he wouldn’t be able to move it on his own.”

“Plus it would make more sense to do it here. Otherwise he has to find a way to either sneak two unconscious people out of the hotel or lure them out with him. That would put him as the last person to see them before they vanished, which I imagine is a risk he wouldn’t want to take,” Dean continued piecing things together.

“So they have to be here somewhere,” I concluded.

“The basement?” Dean suggested. “I didn’t see any mention of renovations done down there. It could be an area that no one uses. Or not often enough for it to be a concern.”

“Let’s go,” I agreed.

We had to stop at our room first to grab weapons. We didn’t know what we were walking into for sure and it would be foolish to go in unarmed. Dean grabbed a couple guns that he was able to hide with his jacket and I grabbed two knives that I tucked into my boots. It was better than nothing.

We took the elevator back down to the first floor and then went to the stairwell. The elevator didn’t go down to the basement. We went down the flight of stairs and stopped at the heavy basement door while Dean picked the lock. He handed me his second gun and I gave him one of the knives and then we stepped in.

The basement was a mess. The concrete floor was littered with all kinds of junk, everything from old pieces of furniture and musty books to rolls of wire and broken shards of glass. The concrete was broken and crumbling in places. It was dim down here too, only a few of the lights still working.

The room we’d stepped into was open and huge but, aside from the junk, empty. There was another door on the other side of the room, left open. From inside I heard a breathless voice begging to be let go.

“Jenna, wait!” Dean whisper yelled as I rushed in without checking my surroundings first. I was worried about getting to Anna and Ethan on time.

They were hanging upside down from a machine that had an arm that lifted, lowered, and moved side to side. They were suspended over a metal vat that stood about waist high and was covered in carvings. Their hands were tied behind their backs and the machine had been lowered just enough that they could lift their heads out of the ale, but it would take a lot of effort. They would run out of energy quickly, and then they’d drown.

I ran towards the machine to lift them out, but as I was climbing into the seat I felt a sharp stinging sensation in my left side, just below my ribs. I cried out at the pain and turned to see a man holding a knife.

He was probably in his mid forties and in shape. But he didn’t know how to fight. I was able to easily block his next attack and aim a well placed kick to his chest that sent him stumbling back straight into Dean. Dean quickly disarmed the man and pinned him up to a wall with a knife pressed to his throat.

“Get them out of there, Jenna,” he instructed.

With a hand held to my side to try and stop the flow of blood I could feel streaming down, I climbed into the machine and looked over the controls. I quickly figured out how to move Anna and Ethan safely away from the vat. I lowered them as far as the machine would go, going as slowly as possible when their heads came close to touching the floor so they wouldn’t hit them on the concrete.

Once they were laying flat on their backs with their feet still in the air a little bit, I climbed back down and used my knife to cut the ropes.

“Alright, get out of here,” I told them when they were both free.

“What are you gonna do?” Ethan asked.

“You’re gonna call the cops and we’re gonna keep an eye on him until they get here,” Dean answered. “Now go!”

They ran from the room.

“So. Connor,” Dean said conversationally. “Where do you get off on killing people? And all to keep some stupid hotel running? If you ask me, you should have cut your losses and moved on.”

“My parents spent every dime they had to open this place up. It was the most important thing to them. I wasn’t just going to sit back and watch it fall apart,” Connor spat.

“Right. So naturally you decided human sacrifice was the way to go. Because isn’t that everybody’s plan B? Something’s not going my way, so I’ll make a sacrifice to some random god and see if that makes things better,” Dean retorted.

“He’s not some random god. Do you even know what Teutates means?” He asked.

“No. And I don’t particularly care,” Dean said.

“It means ‘god of the people.’ He takes care of us. My family has worshiped him for generations. In fact, we were one of the first families to live under his protection,” he said proudly. “How else would I have gotten the sacrificial vat?”

“The sacrificial- So what you’re saying is, in order for the wish granting portion of your little setup here to work, people have to be drowned in that thing specifically? It can’t just be a barrel of beer or something?” Dean asked.

“Of course not! The offering is sacred! The container it’s offered in must be sacred too.”

“Oh buddy. I’ve gotta tell you, I’d like to just take care of you myself and not wait for the cops.” Connor stiffened at Dean’s clear threat. “Luckily for you, I think it’ll be a much bigger punishment for you to live and watch your hotel go back to being bankrupt. Jenna, cover him.”

I moved to stand next to Dean and aimed my gun at Connor. When I was in position, Dean climbed up into the machine. He turned it on and used the arm to knock over the ancient vat. Ale spilled out in a wave, covering the floor. He drove forward, pushing the vat in front of him until it was pressed up against the nearest wall. Then he kept pushing the heavy machine forward.

“What are you doing?” Connor screamed. “You’ll break it!”

“That’s the idea,” I told him.

He tried to take a step in Dean’s direction and I moved my gun in front of his face.

There was the horrible sound of bending metal. Dean backed up and the vat fell to the floor, crumpled in on itself. He ran it over a few times for good measure until it was unrecognizable.

“That should do it,” Dean said, climbing out of the machine and coming to stand by me. “How you doing?” He asked, nodding to my side. I’d switched the gun to my left hand and was using my right to keep pressure on the injury.

“Fine,” I told him.

“How long do you think until the cops get here?” He asked.

“I don’t know. Pretty soon I would imagine.”

“I’d rather not be here when they show up. I just want to get out of here,” he said as he grabbed the discarded rope off the floor.

“Sounds good to me,” I said.

I kept my gun pointed at Connor as Dean tied his hands and feet. Turns out the gun wasn’t really necessary. The man just sat there, despondently staring at that lump of metal on the ground.

“Alright. Let’s go,” Dean said.

We walked out of the basement and took the stairs up to the eighth floor. I wish we could have taken the elevator, but we couldn’t risk walking through the lobby while my left side was covered in blood.

Back in our room we quickly packed our bags. I was about to head out the door when Dean stopped me.

“Let me take a look at your side,” he said.

“Later. We need to go.”

“Jenna, you’re bleeding a lot. I need to check it out.”

“If we don’t leave now, we might not get out before the cops show. I’ll be fine for a little bit longer,” I told him.

“Fine,” he sighed. He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a clean hand towel. “At least use this. And you should probably change your shirt quick.”

Not wanting to waste more time arguing, I grabbed a different shirt out of my bag and went to the bathroom to change. I quickly wiped away the blood that hadn’t dried yet and pressed the towel to my side under the shirt. I balled the old bloody one up and stuffed it in my bag.

“Okay, let’s go,” I said.

We took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out the door. There were two police cars in the parking lot. We kept a casual pace as we walked to the Impala and loaded our bags. Then we climbed in and Dean drove away.

~~~~~

Half an hour later we checked into a room at the first motel Dean found at the first town we passed.

“Okay, let me look at your side now,” Dean said, coming in from the Impala with the medical kit.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt to lift it and show him the injury, but stopped. This would expose my tattoo to him.

“When are we going to talk about it?” I asked.

“Talk about what?” Dean set the kit on one of the beds and came over to me, reaching out to grab the hem of my shirt. I backed away.

“About the fact that you kissed me.”

Dean looked at me, startled. Had he forgotten or just not expected me to bring it up?

“Someone was coming. We had to have some sort of excuse for being back there. It was the only thing that made sense,” he answered, reaching for me again. I backed away again.

“Jenna. Let me look at that,” he ordered.

“It was not the only thing that made sense. I came up with about five reasons for being there,” I argued.

“Like what?”

“Like we got lost. Like we just came down the hall to see if there was anything there for the scavenger hunt. We could have hidden in one of the rooms or just kept walking and acted like we were supposed to be there. That usually works.”

“Well I didn’t think of any of that,” he said.

“I don’t believe you,” I told him. “You’re the fastest thinking guy I know. You always have a whole list of excuses ready to go.”

“Would you let me look at your side before you bleed out?” He snapped.

“Not until you answer my question,” I insisted. “Why’d you do it?”

“Why does it matter?”

This might have just been a convenient way to avoid him seeing his own name tattooed on my body and dealing with what would follow. I was still sticking with the theory that he had a different soulmate and I wasn’t sure how he’d react when he found out he was mine. I didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness and pity that would follow.

But I also just really wanted to know the answer. I knew the kiss wouldn’t have meant to Dean what it did to me, but there was a reason he did it. Not knowing why would be torture.

“There doesn’t have to be a particular reason. I just want to know,” I said.

He clenched his jaw.

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

“The truth?” He questioned.

Obviously, I wanted to say. But that wouldn’t help the situation.

“The truth,” I confirmed.

“You might decide you don’t want to stay with me anymore if I tell you,” he warned. No, begged. He was pleading with me not to make him say it.

“There is nothing you could possibly say that would make me want to leave you. We’ve been over this,” I told him.

He paused for a minute, thinking it over.

“Fine,” he agreed. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He gave me a few more seconds to change my mind, and when I didn’t, he continued.

“I did it because we were on this case. As far as everyone around us was concerned, we were married. I’ve never been in a situation before where kissing you was a valid excuse for being somewhere we weren’t supposed to be. And I just figured I might not get another chance. And I’ve wanted to kiss you for… a long time. So I took advantage of the opportunity.”

I couldn’t even imagine what my face must look like right now. I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. I was shocked beyond belief and I felt so much happiness and hope building in my chest that I thought it might burst. Dean cleared his throat.

“That’s my end of the deal held up. Now it’s your turn. Let me see your side,” he said.

To be honest, I hadn’t formulated a plan yet, but I’d had no real intention of letting Dean take care of it. I couldn’t let him see the secret I’d carried for so long. It still made me nervous. After this many years, finally telling him what he was to me was a terrifying thought. But now, with this giddy, hopeful feeling, I let myself consider the possibility that he belonged to me the way I belonged to him.

So, slowly, I lifted my shirt up, exposing my side up to my ribs. I dropped the towel I’d still been holding to the wound. I watched his eyes zero in first on the bloody gash in my side and then lower. To the four letters sitting there in thick black ink. He inhaled sharply and his eyes shot to mine.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger! Hopefully it gets you excited for next week. I used a real god for this chapter. I didn't find much information on him although I didn't look super hard either. I made up the part about the sacrificial vat, but everything else I found online. If anyone was struggling to pronounce his name, according to what I found online it's too-tat-ees.

Chapter 9

#supernatural #fanfiction #dean winchester #original characters #original female character #dean winchester x ofc #dean winchester x soulmate!ofc #soulmates #soulmate!au #so long

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His girl ✧ Fezco x reader

AN - Please give me a follow if you like, my page is only fezco fic and i don’t have any plan of stopping soon haha.

✎ Word count - 4,857

✩ Genre - Angst, Fluff

❀ Warnings - drug use, guns, sexual assault

The dealer pulled up to the apartment complex, driving past the gates and pulled down a small side road, turning the engine off. It was New years and you were excited. Mostly to have a fresh start but also because you looked sexy as fuck and were staying round Fezcos for the first time tonight. Earlier in the night you had noticed his eyes dancing across your bare skin, essentially undressing you with his eyes already. "Aight, me and ash gotta handle some serious business right now you know." He said turning in his seat to you and Rue in the back, before jumping out his drivers seat. "Who the fuck is this bitch?" You heard him ask as he approached Custer, coming out of earshot. They exchanged a few words in the December drizzle as the blonde was ordered over to the car. As she approached you got out, hopping into the passengers side to give everyone some more room. The freckled man came over to your side of the window and leant in.

"Ten, twenty minutes tops. Y'all just please stay in the car. no fucking funny buisness." He glanced your direction a coy smile on his lips. "cmon let's go." he said motioning to Ash who was already waiting by the car.

"Pease don't be long." you pleaded and he brushed your check with his hand for a very brief second that no one else saw.

"Promise." he said sweetly, soon turning round to enter the apartment.

"Hi i'm faye." The pale girl introduced herself, her voice coming out in a low pitch whine.

"Yo I'm Rue." She replied back, friendly. Then introduced you for you. You didn't join the conversation, watching in the wing mirror as you saw the male walk off, ash in tow behind him. You tapped the glass on the window, watching the raindrops dance on the pane the other side. "So uh how's your New Years going?" You heard Rue speak up out of seemingly nowhere.

"It's fucking New Years?" The blonde asked, shocked.

"i believe so." Rue responded, a lightness to her voice.

"I swear my boyfriend doesn't tell me anything." She complained, playing with something in her sock. You felt a twang of sorrow for the girl. Before long you heard the tap on an old mint tin against her acrylic nails.

"Uh I don't think you should be doing that." Rue blurted, uncomfortable. Rue mumbled out your name and you instantly knew she needed help. You whipped your head round to see her flicking a needle with her nails, watching it spout as the air bubbles came out.

"Oh my god." you said astounded. Rue immediately stiffened up and clung to you the back of your seat trying to get as physically far away as possible.

"Shut the fuck up you junkie bitch, you probably eat that gingers ass for oxys, or whatever the fuck your into." You felt your temperature rise and fists clench.

"Don't fucking talk about him like that!" You said going to grab the needle she was beginning to stick into her upper leg to throw out the window. In all the commotion you all failed to notice the figures coming towards the vehicle. In synchronicity you let out a piercing screech as you saw Faye, yanked backwards through the car window. Rue looked over to her with the same amount of fear but before you could process what was happening it happened to you too. The large hands dragged you to the neighbouring apartment, arms strapped to your body so the only thing you could move were your feeble legs. You battled and battled trying to trying to push him off but it was no use. You sandbagged, like a dropped weight in the ocean but it was no match to the mans muscle and he still managed to carry you to the stairway door. He pulled you inside, the cold concrete floors and walls felt clinical but there was nothing clean about that place. Mysterious marks and spills littered the area and you cringed at the thought. You were then tugged through the fire door, your terrified legs struggling to keep up with the mans purposeful strides. 'Please god let me be safe.' You wished as he unlocked the door and kicked you to the floor. Your hands whipped in front of you to brace the fall but it was no use, you had already come crashing onto the tiles, your head making a hard appearance. You moved quickly to sit up, taking in your surroundings as you noticed a familiar pair of sneakers in front of you. Your eyes darted up to see him, eyes soft but jaw clenched. He was angry. He let a hand fall towards you and once you had come round from your injury, you lifted a meek hand to grab it, letting him tug you up and quickly behind his large mass. Protecting you. You hurriedly brought your hands to his jumper clad arm and held onto it closely, nails digging ever so slightly from your anxiousness. You waited nervously, Fez shifted his weight to each foot as he on-looked the whole scene. The gangster then moved toward the stereo, lifting a large tattooed hand so simply press one button. Music quickly flooded your ear drums. Then you noticed Rue off to one side, eyes sunken and pale. She was fucked up but you could tell this whole ordeal was snapping her into reality, a small singular sweat drop ran down her creased forehead. "Right everybody, time to get naked. Cmon let's go." The thug uttered, walking back and forth throughout the kitchen. His glock was pointed to the floor but soon it was raised and looking each one of us between the eyes. Scanning us over. I winced at the thought.

"Obviously we're not wearing a fucking wire, you paranoid-" before Faye could finish, her head was slammed into the thin wall behind, instantly leaving a hole in the plasterboard. She sunk to the floor, defeated, her hair sloppily surrounding her face as she winced in pain. Your knees began to tremble.

"Hey!" Custer began before the same happened to him, smashing his head into the back

of the wall right where Ash had hit him before. Custer hastily began to remove his shoes. Fezco turned to his left to look down at you, your eyes merged together and you looked back, scared stiff as you gripped onto his navy blue knitted jumper tighter. He rested his hand flat to your thigh, to somehow offer some comfort but also to be able to push you behind him fully if anything were to happen. His eyes then swung back up to look straight. Custer swiftly started peeling his clothes off, first his t shirt and then his hands ran to unbuckle his belt. You looked down to the young boy next to you, he started with his hoodie before he was interrupted.

"Not you, no one wants to see a fucking 12 year old undress." You felt the ginger move from where you were behind him. "Put him in the closet." Ash began to put up a fight as he was dragged away, Fezco moving to interject.

"Woah hol' up-" He said angrily.

"Shut it!" The shouted as all the men rapidly lifted their guns to him, one aimed straight at your forehead. He took a deep breath then the ginger moved back the guns lowering as he went to pull his jumper and shirt off in one swift motion, dropping them to the floor. Your arms fell off his bicep as he did so, but quickly rejoined once he was done. You sent Rue a worried look who just looked back at you defensive, neither of you beginning to strip. The man continued dancing through the kitchen, like some old dude you'd see at a deadbeat bar. His weapon flailing around like it couldn't blow your brains apart. The freckled mans fingers moved down to his belt, unbuckling the brown leather accessory before he did his button and eventually his fly. He shuffled the denim at his hips a few times before they went to the floor and he stepped out the leg holes.

Then felt the circular barrel of the gun pressed to your temple.

"Hurry up you fucking slut! Get them off!" He exclaimed. Your lip trembled as your heart began palpitating, you were worried you might faint then and there if it wasn't for all the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Bruh, she's not part of this. Leave my girl out of it." You heart raced at those two words, my girl.

"Your girl? She looks like a fucking prossy to me." He laughed, his accent sounding twisted. "If you don't strip here, we're take her to the fucking back room, got it?" A shiver went down your spine at the thought.

Your bottom lip quivered and once again you lifted your eyes up to merge with Fezco's. His lips were slightly parted and there was a slight crease on his forehead. A shaky sigh left your mouth and he turned to fully face you. "Pretend it's just me, okay?" He whispered carefully in your ear as you buried into his warm neck, his large hands moving to the sides of your top to lift it up carefully. You nodded into him, shaky sighs leaving you lips as the tears began to fall, dripping onto his exposed chest. He soon succeeded letting the top fall before running his hands up your back to your bra strap. You closed your eyes tightly as his hands played with the clasp before it shot open and he slid it off your arms to the floor. Your hands were already at your chest, covering your vulnerable body as he moved down and unbuttoned your jeans. But before he could help them off, a strong hand seized you by the arm. You were torn from Fez's grasp and thrown into the room opposite, your hip slamming into the oak wood table as the gunman with long scraggly hair watched. "Taking too fucking long!" The leader screamed, stepping over to join where you had just been thrown.

"Yo yo yo!" The ginger interjected, before being met with a caliber stuffed under his tense jaw. He tried swallowing the lump in his throat but the gun was in the way.

"Get yo ass back down or I will fold yo shit!" You heard a man shout, pushing the gun harder into Fez's skin. "I will fold yo shit!" Fez swallowed his words, stepping back as his eyes followed onto you. You stood there clutching your chest with both hands and eyes closed before they shot open with a harsh slap the the face. You winced in pain. Tears now falling at a rapid speed. He jolted your body to turn over before forcing you down onto the table your ass now in the air. You feared the worst but lacked the ability to fend him off. He pulled down your jeans in one clean motion as you were defenceless to the whole apartment. Your red lace thong was displayed to the room, the one you chose for only Fez to see as you knew he loves red on you, but now you wished you had worn anything else. Tormented bellows leaked from your mouth that you tried to stifle, laying there, too ashamed to move as you prayed Fez didn't see the whole scene. He did.

"There, that wasn't so hard was it!" The thug squawked before landing a hard strike to your ass cheek. Your body froze at the movement as the sting rung though the layers of your skin to the muscle below. He walked back to the kitchen and it took a second or two to collect yourself, before dashing one hand down to pull your jeans up, whilst the other somewhat tried to cover your breasts. Once the jeans were up most the way you paced over to Fezco, standing in his white boxers with pain and guilt cursing his features. He pulled you tightly into him, covering your exposed body from the world as he swayed you gently back and forth to somehow soothe the suffering.

"It's over now." He whispered into your ear before placing a kiss at your hairline and going to pull your top over you again. You didn't bother with the bra, you couldn't stand one more second in that place, let alone naked to them. "let's do business." The dealer said as he shot you a caring look, walking into the living room in still just his boxers. Rue had now returned, her hair soaked and clothes wet too. You wondered what had happened to make her that way. Fezco spoke in the other room as you and Rue sat on the counter.

"Are they addicts?" The long haired lady asked, lounging in her recliner.

"They might fuck around but nah." He said, as slow as ever. You continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"So you trust them?" She countered.

"With my life." He replied, arms hung over his bare knees.

"Is the short one your girlfriend?"

"Yeah. nah. She's like my family." He said monotone as your eyes drifted over to join his. his head turned your direction. They met for a moment before you turned quickly away. Your cheeks heated up, upset with his choice of words. Why would he call you that? He's just called you his girl for gods sake. They continued on their conversation before you saw laurie get up.

"Sorry about all the hubbub guys, just being careful." she said monotone, no emotion behind her voice so you couldn't even tell if she was being genuine. She strode past you carrying a large suitcase before dropping it onto the table you had earlier been stripped on. Fezco kept up behind her, watching the ordeal whilst he was handed a stack off cash from the backpack Ash was holding. She unzipped the whole thing, the zipper cutting through the silent apartment like a knife as you realised the stereo had been turned down so far it was practically off. Must've been to lost in your own thoughts. He threw the cash over to the lady before resting his large bicep against the archway. She promptly zipped up the case as Ash moved over to carry it to the floor. Rue hopped off the counter, turning to egg you on to do the same, and you did. The ginger walked over to the floor, pulling on his trousers and doing up the belt. He turned to face you, his jumper and t shirt still in hand.

"Time to go." He stated, unravelling his clothes so he could put them on again, away from the new years icy breeze. Ash began hauling the suitcase down out the door as you chased after him, excited fo finally leave the apartment. Fezco exchanged a few more words before following behind with Rue. Your skin stung at the breeze, a complete polar opposite to the steamy apartment, or maybe it was just your heart rate that made the place feel so hot. Fezco was behind you in seconds, a gentle hand grazed across the small of your back, you flinched at the touch. He quickly removed it.

"Please don't touch me." You whispered sorrowful as you tapped down the stairs before out the door and nearing the car, Ash tossing the suitcase in the trunk. Fez spoke no words but a-

"Ash you're in the back."

"What the fuck? We're supposed to be partners!" He exclaimed angrily.

"Shut the fuck up and get yo ass in the back." Fez said not compromising. Ash groaned annoyed but followed his big brothers actions. Fez was annoyed at Ash's lack of understanding, but knew he had no clue what happened whilst he was locked in the closet, Fez felt grateful for that. Ash would've been too, if he knew what really went on. You didn't really know what was going on, far too fazed out, but Fezco had opened the passenger door and waited patiently for you to sit in. You hesitated before getting in, clutching your body so hard as if it was separate from you now. Fezco started the engine and sped off and soon you were on the highway once again. Your eyes glazed over as you watched out the window. Raindrops splashing sideways at your window from the acceleration. The music played quietly through the speakers.

"That was crazy!" Rue said happily in an excited tone from the backseat.

"Aye, why you acting like that shit was fun Rue. For real you pissin' me off!" He exclaimed. "Acting dumb as fuck right now. Goddamn, all similin' and laughin' and shit. You know half of that shit was your fault, too. Fucking around and shit too." Tears began descending down your cheeks and tapping onto your thighs. Fez glanced over his eyes shutting for a brief second as if when he opened them again this would all have been just a nightmare. Soon Fez pulled up to the party, rue jumped out instinctively.

"C'mon guys, let's go!" She said excitedly leaving the door open and running into the party. Fez glanced at you briefly before turning to Ash.

"Yo we'll come in a sec, don't wait up."

"Okay." he replied, content, then got out next before slamming the door behind this time.

"Do you want to go in?" He asked tentatively, his head cocked to the side as he turned the engine off, keys and phone in his lap. You brushed away your tears taking a deep breath before nodding.

"Yeah, just give me a sec." You answered. You looked up and wiped a hand under your bottom lashes to rid the withered black mascara.

"Take your time, baby." Fez responded, tapping his pockets to make sure he had everything. The word cut like a knife, baby, but you weren't his baby. You were his family, like he said. He leant over you, pulling out a blunt from the glovebox,

popping it behind his ear and then opening the car door, hopping out. He shut the door quietly before coming round the other side. You opened the door as the frame met his hand, he held it open, easing your access out the red vehicle. He latched his hand into yours as you walked into the party, music so loud it must've been heard 3 blocks away. The drug dealer walked you through the crowd, going the least busiest way possible and grabbed you both a drink on the way. He made you a vodka lemonade before grabbing a beer for himself then took you to his usual spot, on the outside furniture and sat down, lifting his leg furthest to you onto the table in front. You joined him, taking a sip from the perfectly made drink and slightly leaning into his presence. He wrapped his hand around your waist stroking it softly, before it brushed up your shirt, his cold rings stinging against your hot skin. You moved away, alerted as he shot you a concerned look. His heart ached at the feeling. 'what if you didn't trust him?' he thought. 'what if you never trusted him again.'

"I'm sorry." You blurted, eyes looking away as you placed your red cup on the table.

"Nuttin' to be sorry bout." He took his blunt from behind his ear, sparking in before putting his lighter away. He offered a couple drags and you accepted, taking the blunt with two fingers and bringing it to your lips, breathing in two tokes before exhaling. You did so a couple more times before handing it back. You stayed there for a while with him, he sold to a couple clients. Couple pills, couples grams and a 3.5 of weed. He was satisfied with that. Maddy came over soon after, gracing you with a hug and a kiss to the cheek. You were dying to spill all your worries onto her, but the business of the party and the fear it would damper her high, stopped you.

"Hey babes, how's the baddest bitch doing tonight." She greeted you, happily.

"Hey sexy, i'm so chill. How are you?" You lied, chewing tour lip to stop your emotional baggage from spilling.

"I'm fucking fuming right now, Nate just walked off to go chat to some bitch. Straight after he was saying how sorry he was." She complained, her hands coming up to point towards the crowd with her long acrylic nails.

"Fuck, babe. That's so not cool." You agreed, your eyes glancing at the people all crammed inside.

"Trust me, i'm gonna fucking kill him when he's done." You nodded in reply before she spoke again. "I gotta go find Cassie, i'll see you in a bit." She smiled, giving you a hug before walking away, strutting in her heels. Why would Nate ever treat a girl so beautiful, so shit. You thought before sitting back down.

"Fez.." You said in a soft voice, turning to face the gingers bright blue eyes. "Can we go now?" You asked meekly, fingers playing together.

"Sure." He said almost happily, giving you a comforting smile as he got up. He adjusted his navy jumper before taking your hand in his again. He took you through the house, leaving your mostly drunken drinks on the table outside as he took you back the direction you had previously come from. He walked past Ash on the way. "Yo bruh, we off, you coming?" He asked not letting his hand fall from yours.

"Nah, imma stay Mickeys tonight. He just got a reload of cali." He smiled, childishly.

"Aight, have fun." Fez nodded, placing one had to the kids shaved head before playfully pushing him away. You smiled at the action, seeing how much it annoyed Ash. Before you got the front door though, you were both interrupted. Your name fell out his mouth in a slimy tone, his footsteps lurking behind you both, like a snake hunting his prey.

"Where's my favourite little slut going?" He asked mockingly, a slur to his voice signalling he was intoxicated. Fez shot daggers to the tall boy as he began stepping closer.

"Watch it." Fez warned. Nate just laughed in return.

"Shut the fuck up Fez." He began. "I know you think you own her tight little pussy, but it was always mine first." He coaxed, continuing. "It was always my name she was moaning first." The words shocked and offended you and you were sure the ginger felt the same. Fez dropped your hand in a heart beat, peeling off his jumper to the floor and snatching a half empty bottle from the side and swinging it across Nate's head. He practically passed out from the impact. It didn't matter either way though as Fez was on top of him in second. Punching his face over and over with such force you were sure Nate skull was caving under the pressure. Your heart was palpitating as you watched the scene play out, the dealer continuing to smash his firsts into the football players face as soon onlookers turned to watch, screaming as the sight of blood pooling over his face was making him almost unrecognisable. Once you noticed he wasn't gonna stop you began to pull on Fez's arm. Yanking on his tense muscles as they continued to mutilate the boy.

"Fez! Fez! Stop!" You shouted, tugging on him to get off. He ignored your first couple of screams before slowing at the second. Jumping to his feet, he spat onto Nates lifeless and bloody body then grasps your fingers and began storming out, jumper in hand. As much as you hated Nate you really hoped he wasn't dead, with all those witnesses there, there was no way Fez would get away with murder, especially since his dad owned the whole town.

"Get in." He almost demanded in a calm tone, opening your door before dashing to the other side to hop in. He started the car promptly, then pulling out of the pebbled driveway. His car sped down the highway, the rain still not faltering as he drove with such aggression. Your words were lodged in your throat, you had so many questions but they just stayed in as you watched his bloodied hands on the wheel. His jaw was tense, eyes straight on the road which you were grateful for as you knew his mind was definitely running rampant. The car ride was completely silent, only the sound of rain shattering on the roof above. Soon you arrived back to his and he put the car in park, turning the keys to turn the engine off. His hands ran to his shaved head as he dropped his neck back to the headrest. "Fuck." He uttered out, a deep sigh leaving his chest as you watched it raise up and down. Remnants of Nates blood still across the t shirt, now starting to oxidise and brown. You watched him, slightly fearfully as the scene replayed in your mind, the look of hostility and malevolence on his face as he carried out the bloodshed. The smell made you sick to your stomach. He moved a freckled hand up to the handle, opening it before moving round to your side. letting the door shut by itself. He opened the door gentlemanly and held it open for you. You stepped into the rain that pattered down as he locked the car, guiding you ever so slightly to his front door. He unlocked the black metal gate, holding it open with his shoulder before opening the second door, walking in first as you followed behind. The door swung close as he began to lock them as you stopped walking, staring off into the abyss, far to deep into your thoughts. Once he was done locking up he walked towards you. "Wacha thinkin' 'bout?" He asked walking into the kitchen to the right and up to the sink. Your head sunk down.

"Nothing." You responded, untruthfully. Fez stripped of his stained t shirt, scrubbing his hands under the kitchen tap. The aid of dish soap to wash away all the fluid. The ginger looked up for his eyes to welder to yours.

"Miss, I don' believe that for a second." He let out in a softer tone, seemingly less angry. You felt yourself slightly ease at the sound. You followed into the kitchen and watched him finish, his eyes watching you a couple moments longer, waiting for an answer before going back to what he was doing. Knowing you weren't going to reply. A soft exhale left your full lips as he finished, going to dry his hands with a spare tea-towel. The back of his hip rested on the counter by the sink as he rubbed the material between his fingers. He was practically completely unscathed, only a small cut on his cheek which you presume was from a glass fragment that spun in the fallout, slashing his skin. He dropped the towel to the side, treading towards you, his chest bare. He lifted a hand steadily to your cheek, you could feel the presence but no contact was made. He was scared to touch you. Your brows were still furrowed together as you chewed your lip prior to leaning into his hold, letting his warm hand caress your icy, flushed cheek. "Tell me." He egged on, not letting anywhere else touch you but his thumb slowly brush your face. His pinky ring met your earlobe where it froze for a second before brushing past. You let out a unsteady breath before talking.

"I'm thinking about what you said at Laurie's, or whatever her name is." You said defeated, eyes glancing down at his freckled covered, hairy chest. His pecks in particular catching your attention.

"What you mean?" He asked, genuinely perplexed.

"You called me your family." You responded, somewhat deflated at the thought.

"Oh baby, that's because I can't have Laurie knowing what you are to me. What you mean. She'll use you to get to me. Like my weak spot." He said softly, his neck angling downward to be eye level with you. His Blue spheres melting into you with compassion and care, through his thick lashes.

"Really?" You inquired in a little voice. Looking back at him, eyes dotting back and forth between his, looking for uncertainty.

"Yes." He nodded, short and sweet before pressing a kiss to your forehead, his body closer than it was before. You took the opportunity to snake a hand under his lifted arm and hold onto his back, ever so slightly tugging him closer. The soft hairy skin hot under your touch. He moved at the embrace, the hand on your face moving to your back as the other tucked your head tightly into his neck. "C'mere." He cooed, as you became undone under his touch. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

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mum?

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

avengers x reader

req by @teenwonder ; i absolutely love the entire teams adoration for reader skfksngnsf its so cute! could i please request one a little more nat based? maybe r treats and loves nat like a mom but nat hadn’t noticed that before, and the whole team is like listing examples of how and why 🥺🥺🥺

summary: the four times you needed nat and the one time she admits that she needed you too.

warnings: blood, a random attack out of nowhere because i'm not creative, inaccurate writing of medical situations because i have no idea how those things work, also let's just pretend bruce was around during iron man 2 when tony still had palladium in his arc reactor, also inaccurate descriptions of palladium effects bcs i just...don't know much about palladium pls forgive me thanks, and idk any hospitals in new york/manhattan or even the states LMAO so uh bear with this, and last but not least, my inability to write good endings

word count: 5426

notes: that's a long ass warning nevertheless pls do enjoy this fic <3

"i'm going now, bye!" you bid the team who were having breakfast together, walking out of the common area.

"bye, cupcake! don't get into trouble, don't do what i'd do and definitely don't do what i wouldn't do." tony advised and you rolled your eyes because tony says that to you every morning before you leave for school.

"wait, don't forget your lunch!" nat stands up from her seat and grabs your lunch that she had packed, from the kitchen island, bringing it over to you. "thanks, nat!" you grabbed it, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.

nat smiles at the action, turning around to walk back to her spot on the table, only to find the team staring back at her with knowing looks.

"what?"

"you know, you only need to sign a couple papers and the kid's all yours." tony states matter-of-factly. nat snaps her head towards the man, an incredulous look on her face. "what are you talking about?"

"we all see the longing looks on both your faces. she's dying for you to call her your daughter and you, her mother." clint explains and the others nodded in agreement.

"that's nonsense. she has wanda too," nat reasons, sitting back down. "i'm pretty sure she sees wanda as a sister considering how much she drags wanda with her whenever she's causing trouble around the tower." steve raises his brows at the redhead who was in denial.

"she sees you as her mother, nat. just accept it," wanda tells her, taking a sip from her glass. "really? name me one time she showed it." nat challenges them, not knowing that they've been watching your interactions with her for the longest time.

"you have no idea what you just got yourself into, romanoff," clint chuckles, cracking his neck and knuckles as if preparing for a fight.

"remember new mexico?" he smirks and nat only frowns, trying to remember.

"no!" you screamed, dropping down to the ground. you didn't care that you scraped your knees doing that, the only thing that mattered was the overwhelming feeling of grief engulfing your whole being. tears streamed down your face as you looked at the debris on the ground, the remainder of what used to be standing in front of you; a building. blown up, now in ruins.

clint, bucky and steve watched you break down in front of them, their hearts breaking at the sight in front of them as well as the fact that their teammate had been caught up in the middle of the explosion.

"y/n/n? come on, tony's team called for back up. we gotta go," steve tried to get you to stand up, failing when you kept your ground. you screamed when he tried again and their hearts clenched at the heartbreaking sound.

"we can't just leave her! please, we have to find her," you cried, clinging onto steve's body as he ran his hand up and down your suit-cladded back to soothe you. "y/n/n, we can't. the whole place is in ruins now," he didn't want to say it but he had to. he had to in order to get you to leave. "she's gone."

"she can't be gone! she can't just leave us! we need her! i need her, stevie.." you cried into his chest and he had to control himself so he didn't cry right then and there too.

he looked up to see bucky looking at the two of you guiltily, tapping his wrist to indicate that they were running out of time. steve had no choice but to carry you in his arms, getting you to leave the site against your will. but you were too weak to fight back now. "what am i gonna do without her now, stevie?" you asked quietly.

"we're gonna be okay, y/n/n," he tells you, sitting you down on a chair and settling down next to you as clint flew the jet to your next location. the atmosphere was tense and you could tell everyone, too, was sad about this.

"what if we're not? what if we're not gonna be okay, stevie? i know i won't be." you wiped the tears streaming down your face despite the fact that your face still wasn't drying up any time soon.

"because nat wouldn't want to see us like this. she'll be angry if she sees that we're risking people's lives just because of her." he says truthfully.

"we're landing, guys." clint announces and the team prepared for another round of fighting. steve turns to you, wiping the tears on your face as he made you look up at him. "now let's save some people and make nat proud, yeah?"

you nod at him sadly, preparing your weapons. all of you got out the jet and the second battle of the day begun. boy, were these people unlucky because they were on the receiving end of your fury.

you were busy taking down a group of guards alone when you heard a familiar voice. "y/n, behind you!" and you turned just in time to take down a guard who was aiming at you.

you didn't even have time to register your shock of seeing the redhead because more guards came at you two. you guys fought alongside each other until all the men were taken down.

"nat?" you breathed out. "yes, bub?" she answers as you both carefully walked over the knocked out men. she was taken aback when you slammed into her, hugging her the tightest you ever did since you met her.

"please don't ever do that again." you mumbled into her chest. she was about to ask you what you meant when she heard you sniffling. figuring out it wasn't the appropriate moment to ask, she continued to just hug and comfort you in silence.

"wait, that was why she cried that day? because she thought i was in that building when it blew up?" nat asks after steve finished the story. "i never found out why because she never told me."

"yeah, you should've seen her when the building exploded. completely shattered my heart, dude." clint states, remembering the broken down state you were in that day.

"wait, did you guys not grief over my supposed death then?" nat glares at clint, bucky and steve. "in our defense, they were about to blow up about a hundred people, we didn't have much time to process the whole situation." clint tries to convince his best friend, only to receive a glare again from her.

"alright but just because she cried when she thought i was dead, doesn't mean she sees me as her mum. i'd cry too if any one of you guys died," she states, still in denial.

she did love you like how a mother would love her child. but she didn't want you to feel that she was forcing the title onto you. after all, you had so many other adults around you, who's to say that you saw someone else as a parent figure instead of her? she didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"woman, are you serious?" sam exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. "need i remind you that the girl sacrificed her life for you?"

ii.

"nat, watch out!" you stood right behind her where the man was about to attack her. you gave him a harsh kick to the head and that was all it took for the man to go unconscious.

the redhead turned around, not having enough time to comprehend what had happened before you dropped into her arms. you two were lucky the last of the men had already been taken out.

"bub? what's wrong?"

at this point, you were fully leaning against her. she was holding up your whole weight, hands wrapped around your middle to support you. that was when she felt it. the familiar thick substance on her fingers, leaking from the back of your suit.

her eyes widened, pulling one hand away from you to look at it. red. her breathing picked up as one of her hands felt around your back, finally feeling the handle of a knife sticking out from your back.

your eyes were already drooping by now and she lightly shook you awake, careful to not hurt you. she lowered you down and you were both sat on the floor now.

she presses a finger to her ear and you could hear her voice echo in your ear from your own comms. "can someone come please," she paused, exhaling shakily. "y/n's down."

if it had been any other person, she probably would be bringing them to the jet by now but it was you. she didn't know what came over her but when she saw that you were injured, it was like her whole body shut down. her knees felt weak and she couldn't bring herself to move.

"hey, hey, keep your eyes open. can you do that?" she asked gently and you nodded weakly. "bub, why did you do that?" she cried softly, moving your hair away from your face as you leaned sideways against her. the action caused your face to be smudged by your own blood from her hands but she didn't care as she caressed your cheek.

"he–he was gonna hurt you. i–i couldn't..." you paused a while, the pain getting too much for you to bear. "y/n, don't strain yourself. you need to stay awake," she tells you as tears streamed down her face.

"rather me than you," you whispered. nat's eyes widened at this. "don't say that, bub." she scolds gently.

you smiled weakly at her. "i've grown too dependent on you, nat. it's to the point that i," you coughed and nat worried that you were straining yourself but you continued. "that i'd rather die than live without you. you probably can go on with life without me but i can't without you. i need you, nat." your eyes closed and nat panics, shaking your body.

"y/n?! bub?! stay awake, please, they're coming!" nat cries out loud, holding onto your limp body.

"did we not agree to not mention that to me anymore?" nat glares at sam for bringing that up.

the night of that incident had been one of the worst nights for nat. she sat by your bed all night after you had been treated. she had been the first one you saw after you woke up. she had been the one you broke down in front of after you admitted the full reasoning behind your actions. she had been the one who opened her arms for you to make yourself at home in.

"i'm sorry but you must be blind if you can't see how really she sees you for the past years," bucky states. nat turns to him with a glare. "you don't know what you're talking about."

"oh really? who does she call whenever she has a really bad nightmare?" bucky questions rhetorically with his eyebrows raised.

iii.

"no, please, don't!" you begged, asleep and thrashing around in your bed. quiet whimpers turned into heavy breathing as you plead for your life in your nightmare. "please," you whispered, inhaling and exhaling harshly.

FRIDAY, noticing the amount of distress you were in, alerted the closest person to your room, that being bucky who was returning from a late night trip to the kitchen for some water.

he quickly went into your room, only to see you shivering and thrashing around in your bed. "doll?" he approaches slowly, finding you still asleep, though sweating a lot. nightmare, he realised.

"doll? wake up," he gently shakes you and you immediately jolt awake, breathing heavily as you register what was going on. "it's okay, it was just a nightmare," he soothes you, holding you close as one hand rubbed up and down your back while the other held your head to his chest.

none of that helped as you were still in the same state as you were when you woke up. "are you okay?" he asks, worried. "nat... i need nat.. please i need her," you whimpered, shaking in his hold. you were having trouble breathing.

"FRIDAY, get romanoff."

within minutes, nat arrived, looking panicked and disheveled like she had just woken up, which she just did. "what's wrong?" she asks bucky, approaching you two.

"she was having a nightmare and woke up and i think she's having a panic attack. she asked for you," he informs her and immediately moves away when she approaches, so that she could take his place.

"bub? it's me," you look up to meet natasha's pretty green eyes. "you're okay, bub. can you tell me five thing you can see?"

you looked away from her eyes, looking around your room. "i–i see my book on my nightstand, my lamp, my jacket on the chair, my laptop and the painting on the wall." you told her after some difficulties.

"good, that's good. four things you can feel?"

"i feel the socks on my feet, my fluffy blanket, the pillow i'm leaning on and your hands around me."

she smiles softly at you. "three things you can hear?"

"i hear your voice. a–and the faint noise from the ac and i can also hear bucky's breathing." you look up at the man and he smiles sheepishly at you, standing around awkwardly. you gave him a small smile back.

"two things you can smell?"

"i can smell my own shampoo..and my room's air freshener." you told her more calmly now, feeling the panic attack already going away.

"one thing you want to taste?"

"i wanna taste wanda's blueberry pancakes." you pout and the two adults couldn't help but chuckle. "you can have them in the morning. right now you need to sleep so you can have the energy to devour them tomorrow, okay?" you nod at the woman as she tucks you in.

not long after, you fell asleep. she then presses a kiss to your forehead before leaving with a less worried bucky now. and sure enough, the next morning, wanda made you blueberry pancakes.

"okay, so what? we all need someone to help us through panic attacks?" nat rolls her eyes. "did you miss the part where i came in and tried to help but she specifically asked for you? she needed you, nat."

"guys, i... i love her with my whole heart but she has all of us. i don't wanna make her feel like she's restricted to only one of us. you all love her too," nat reasons.

"yes but she doesn't have anyone to call her mum and frankly, i think you'd be perfect for it." wanda encourages the older woman.

"i—" before she could continue, her phone rang loudly and she thanked whoever it was that called her because now she didn't have to make up excuses about her doubt of becoming your official mother.

iv.

she looks down at the caller id, sighing when it was you, meaning the team had more against her now. of course she didn't mind you calling her, you could call her when she'd be asleep after a mission and she'd still pick up with a smile on her face. but it was the fact that the whole team could see how she softened when she realised it was you who called that bothered her. she really didn't want them to let her have hopes that you'd accept her as your mother.

"bub?" she said into the phone and half the team smirked at her while the other half gave her knowing smiles. "aren't you supposed to be on your way to school?"

"yeah but uh are you busy right now? i um, i need you."

nat immediately stands up, worry etched onto her face and the team frowned at this. "what happened? are you okay?"

"you know how i told happy i wanted to walk to school today? yeah, i just remembered why i don't walk to school anymore."

"what do you mean? what happened? are you hurt? did someone hurt you?" she bombards you with questions out of worry. at this point, the team had also stopped their chatter and teasing looks, equally worried for your well-being.

"yeah, i am. wait, maybe not. i mean, i was just being dramatic but uh, i tripped on who-knows-what and now i have a sprained ankle. i can't walk now so i'm standing in an alley right now so i'm not in the way of people. can you come get me?"

nat sighs in relief, thankful that it wasn't anything that she was thinking of. "you are unbelievable, y/n." she chuckles in disbelief at your clumsiness. "can you tell me where you are? i'll come get you now. i'll have the school know you're not coming today." you told her your location and she immediately leaves after telling the team what happened to you.

you were expecting nat to call again, to tell you she was around the corner but instead you heard a whoosh of air beside your head, followed by a crack sound. your head followed the sound, eyes widening when you saw that a dart had struck the wall beside your head. you looked ahead, trying to see where that came from.

if it hadn't been for your fast reflexes being an avenger for the past few years, you probably wouldn't have ducked in time when another dart came flying right for your head. "what the hell?" you grunted, staying low but still looking around for the source. you squinted when you looked up, the sun blazing but you managed to catch a glimpse of a man on a rooftop nearby. he had blonde hair and was dressed in all black, donning a same coloured mask that covered the bottom half of his face.

"you had one job! how could you miss her twice?!" the blonde hears his colleague hiss in his ear through the earpiece. "i'm sorry! i'm no hawkeye, how was i supposed to get her in one try?!" he scolds back.

"you didn't even get her in two!"

"shut up and just let me work! you're distracting me!"

"hurry because i see the redheaded one nearing the alley. boss'll kill us if he finds out we didn't get her in her vulnerable state."

"i'm trying, i'm trying!" the blonde closes one eye, his sight now locked on your crouched state. he saw you move once you saw him and he cursed under his breath, his weapon following your movements. "she's moving!"

"just take the shot and be done with it! you have to go now!"

and shoot he did. after he shot the dart gun, he immediately fled but it wasn't like you were going to be able to chase him down or anything. a scream left your lips as a dart pierced through your skin, right under your shoulder.

you dropped down to the ground, right in the middle of the alleyway. you cried when you felt the burn in your flesh. you had been stabbed multiple times before with much bigger objects so why did this feel different?

"y/n?! is that you?!" you heard nat's voice yell from a small distance away. "i'm here," you croaked out, feeling your body grow weaker at an alarming rate.

"oh my god, bub, why are you on the ground? it's dirty, c'mon let's get you up. which foot did you sprain?" she places both her hands under your arms, pulling you up on your feet before accidentally dropping you back when you let out a shriek, crying out in pain.

"oh my god, did i hit your ankle? are you okay?" nat assumed that your tear-stained face was because of your sprained ankle but then you wheezed, your eyes drooping the longer she stood there.

your right hand slowly reached across your left shoulder, the butt of the dart sticking out of your skin now in between your shaking fingers. nat's eyes followed your hand movement's, a gasp leaving her lips.

"y/n, what happened?!" she panicked but before she could even get an answer from you, you had already blacked out. her eyes widened, knowing it was the dart because why else would you pass out that quick from a simple penetration in the shoulder. you had dealt with much worse than that and she knew your tolerance level.

she took off your bag, careful to not move the dart. she then placed her hands under your knees and behind your back, easily picking your unconscious body up and rushing back to the tower.

when she arrived, she was met with many confused yet concerned looks from the tower staff, seeing the black widow, rushing in with the youngest avenger unconscious in her arms. they had seen you leave the tower for school about half an hour ago so they knew something must've happened on the way.

"get bruce in the hospital wing. tell him it's urgent." she tells the woman working the front desk, hurrying into the elevator and telling FRIDAY to get her to the floor she so desperately wanted to arrive at quicker. black lines appeared on the left side of your neck, slowly spreading to the right side and she assumed it was from that damned dart in your left shoulder.

"natasha! what's wrong? they said it was an emergency," the doctor spoke in a panicked voice when nat entered, immediately going quiet when he saw you in her arms, neck lined with seemingly black veins.

nat laid you down on the surgery table, frown growing when black lines steadily spread to your arms now. though she was too worried to think, she managed to at least tell bruce what was outwardly wrong with you.

"dart. left shoulder." she blurted, incapable of forming proper sentences now that she had seen more of you. the black lining your skin got her speechless and anxious. bruce got ready with medical gloves, removing the dart from your flesh before analysing the pattern of your skin. it looked familiar.

"FRIDAY, get tony down here. it's urgent."

"bruce, please, what's wrong with her?" she cried, tears now freely streaming down her face. she didn't cry much in front of anyone but when it came to you, you always managed to get her to do just that.

"hey, what's going on? FRIDAY said there was an emergency here, who's hurt?" nat heard tony's panicked voice but she didn't make an effort to reply. her gaze was fixed on only you.

tony's jaw dropped, frowning when he saw you on the bed, upper body covered in black lines. "what the hell happened?!"

tony stepped beside bruce, taking a closer look at your skin. his frown deepened. "wait, it looks like.."

"yeah, looks exactly like when you had palladium instead of vibranium in your arc reactor."

"does that mean—"

"palladium's been running through her veins for about twenty minutes now. FRIDAY, how high is her blood toxicity level?" bruce asks, sampling a drop of your blood from when he took out the dart.

"53% and it is still steadily increasing."

"tony, at the rate it's going, if she's not treated in the next fifteen minutes or so, she'll.." bruce pauses, not wanting to say it out loud.

"no, she just needs lithium dioxide. that's how fury and i cured your palladium poisoning, tony." nat finally speaks.

"SHIELD probably has them but they're all the way in dc. they're not gonna reach here in time," tony states solemnly, reaching over to move your hair out of your face, looking down at you sadly.

but he was immediately pulled aside, nat grabbing his collar and looking him straight in the eyes. "you have your stupid iron suits that can probably travel faster than the speed of sound if you try. you can go down there yourself and get the damn thing. i swear to god, tony, i'm literally going to destroy those stupid suits myself if you don't put them to good use." nat threatens, glaring at the billionaire.

tony's eyes widened, the genius having not thought about nat's idea yet. "yeah, yeah, you're right, i'll go now."

he left immediately and nat approached your bed hesitantly, not wanting to see the black lines making home on the skin on your upper body. "do you think tony'll make it back in time?" she sniffles and bruce's worried frown on his face softened. "of course he will. he won't let anything happen to y/n. we won't let anything happen to y/n." he assured her.

there was nothing they could do now but wait for tony to come back with the lithium dioxide. nat sat beside your bed, hands gingerly grasping one of your own. despite the black staining it, nat held it to her face and her tears rolled past the back of your hand.

bruce decided to give her some privacy, opting to inform the whole team of the situation instead of standing around idly.

nat pulled your hand away from her face, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, crying even more at the sight in front of her. "y/n, please. i've never told you this but i need you." she pauses, breathing in shakily. "i've always needed you and i'll always need you. you can't leave me, please. you said i could go on with life without you but you're so wrong, y/n. you're the reason i'm still here and you're the reason i still want to be here. if you're not here then it's as if i have no reason, no purpose. i need you, y/n. so much more than i'd like to admit. heck, probably much more than you need me. so please, don't leave me. i can't do this without you." nat sobs out, watching the patterns on your skin spreading and growing bolder.

at this point, the whole team had now gathered outside of the room, watching nat cry over you. they wanted so bad to get a closer look at their beloved baby avenger but they respected nat and instead, waited for her to finish talking to you. once she stood up and looked around, bruce knew she was done so he entered, followed by the team.

"status, FRIDAY?" bruce asks, sampling a bit of your blood again. "blood toxicity at 96% now."

the team looked your unconscious body in apprehension, some crying and some worried out of their minds.

"goddamnit! where the hell is stark?!" nat growled. her eyes were now puffy after having spent the last half an hour crying. the team had never seen her lose her cool like this but they figured why.

as if on cue, tony's iron man suit crashed through the windows of the room but he couldn't care less. his main priority was to get to you quickly. in his hand was a silver briefcase that he passed to bruce.

bruce opened the case before wasting no time in plunging the syringe containing lithium dioxide, your supposed cure, into you. immediately, the black patterns on your skin started disappearing. it was slow but noticeable. it started from the tips of your fingers, going up towards your neck.

everyone sighed in relief, and to tony's surprise, nat hugged him tightly. "thank you. you have no idea how much this means to me." she whispers. tony pats her back gently. "hey, i care about her too, okay? of course i'd do this for her. any one of us would."

nat smiles at him when she let him go, turning back to you and almost crying out in joy when your skin had finally turned back to normal. she let the medical assistants set your bed up and handle your sprained ankle before going back to sit by you. the team left her alone with you once again.

it was only about an hour later did you wake up, squinting when bright lights shone down on you. you moved around but you felt hands around your left and you heard a familiar voice.

"and remember when you dragged wanda to pull that prank on me with you and after you did, i grounded you like i was your mum or something?" you hear her chuckle, still not noticing that you've woken up.

"i didn't mind, though. frankly, i don't think i would ever mind if you continued acting like my mother or something," you spoke and she immediately tore her gaze from your hands, looking at you, now wide awake.

"bub!" she hugs you so tightly you didn't think you could breathe. you still returned the hug though, laughing. "i was worried you might still have some palladium in your bloodstream."

"wait, palladium?" you asked her in shock. "yeah, the dart that got you in that alley, it contained palladium. it's highly toxic so we used lithium dioxide to counter it. speaking of the dart, i'm going to find out who did this to you and they're never going to see the light of day for putting us through all of this." nat says, disturbingly calm.

"yeah...you do that," you tell her, slightly scared. "but palladium? in my blood? how cool is that? i had literal metal in my blood! i could've become like tony but like...palladium woman or something." you said excitedly.

"you do know we already have metal in our blood, right bub?" nat questions in amusement. "oh." you say dumbly. "and palladium don't belong in our body and you literally almost died because of it." your mouth opened but no words came out.

"speaking of, can you please not do that again? i really thought i was gonna lose you." she whispers, stroking your hair. "oh yeah, of course. i'll just announce to the whole world to not target the youngest avenger," you joke, smile dropping when nat gave you a stern look.

"nat, being part of the avengers at my age undoubtedly means i'll be a target for the bad people out there, but i don't care because while i get to kick ass, i know all of you have my back when it's my ass that's kicked. and i think that's the best part of being an avenger; the sense of security i get having you amazing people as my teammates." you tell her honestly and she smiles softly.

"oh come here you," she pulls you in for another hug but this time it's better because you could still breathe. you make yourself comfortable, snuggling into her.

"did you mean it?" she asked and you look up at her in confusion. "mean what?"

"when you said you wouldn't mind me acting like your mother."

"of course i do, you're like the mother i never had. i wouldn't even mind you being my actual mother." you say without a second thought, eyes widening when you realised what you had said. you swore under your breath, knowing you've just made it awkward between you two.

"i– really?" despite the teams efforts to make her see the truth, it was much more meaningful when she heard you say it yourself. "y–yeah.." you admit sheepishly.

"then you wouldn't mind if i actually adopted you?" she asks carefully, gauging your reaction. your jaw dropped, eyes going wide once again. "are you serious?!"

"yeah." she smiles at you fondly. "no! of course i won't mind!" you hug her tightly, tears forming in your eyes. you had gone all your life without parents so this was a huge thing for you. not only were you going to finally have a mother, but the most amazing woman you knew was going to be your mother.

"mum?" you tested the title, smiling when she acknowledged it. you were now crying in joy.

"hey, don't cry." she soothes you, running a hand up and down your back. "no, no, i'm just so happy. this is the best day of my life." you tell her. "me too, bub."

you stayed in her arms until you fell back asleep, nat tucking you in before going back to sit down on the chair. she looked down at you fondly.

sure, she was scared of the big step she was about to take with you but she had you with her and she knew that was enough. "i love you, y/n." she whispers, planting a kiss on the side of your head.

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◍Kitty Chaos◍ [CHISHIYA X READER X NIRAGI]

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Characters: Y/n,Chishiya Shuntaro,Niragi Suguru

Summary: You were in your room with your buddy Niragi until Chishiya came in.

Warning!: none

Genre: Fluff,Crack.

Word count: 702

Tag's: none

Reader is female

Enjoy~ ✨

You just in your room just vibing..what I meant vibing what I meant is that you playing Pokemon cards with the one and only Niragi "How do you defeat me every time!?" You shouted light at him and he laughs "Hah! I'm the Pokemon master after all" He smirks as the both of you continue to play the card game.

There is something that you don't know between the both of you that only Niragi knows

He likes you.

And that is about it. You never have been interested with any guys ever since middle school and I mean never. You never had an Ex nor a boyfriend in your in tire life cause you know relationships on those youth days are illegal since you're a very discipline child and never broke the rules but would lie of course.

You're not pure, you know everything about those 'things' ya know?.

Back again, you and Niragi continue to play until your door burst open. The bed shaking because of the both you startled by the noise of the door. You looked back to see Chishiya "Chishiya what the Frick!?" You yelled at him as Chishiya walked to the bed towards you and Niragi quickly "What in the hell do you want you egg white" Niragi asked him "Can you and you, mister Giraffe man..follow me to my room?" Chishiya asked and you nodded as Niragi just roll's his eyes.

After cleaning up the Pokemon cards on the bed, the three of you began to walk to Chishiya's room.

Chishiya opening his door as he walks in, followed by you and Niragi.

The both of you can't believe on what that is in Chishiya's room.

Kittens..everywhere in his room are kittens. Little tiny kitties running around and causing chaos like it's nothing and they are having the time of their lives just scratching Chishiya's furniture and hanging on his red curtain's that were closed "Cat's? Really?, THAT is your problem my dude?" You asked and he nods eagerly "Yes..cats everywhere running around and ruining my furniture!" He say's while crossing his arms by his chest.

Meanwhile Niragi smiling like a little kid walking to go pick up one that is black and white colored "Look at this little mother f*#k!, he looks so mischievous and will be perfect for causing even more chaos in your room- AH!" the black and white kitten bit Niragi's hand as he drops it, leaving the kitten falling with a thud and ruining off to play with the other kittens in the room "Serves your ight for winning to many round of playing Pokemon cards!" You said as you stuck out your tongue "tch!" Niragi say's as he rubbed the part where the kitten bit him while Chishiya us there just smirking amusingly.

Chishiya then walks to where you were standing and puts his arm around you that is now resting on your shoulder "I wonder who pit these cat's un here huh?" Chishiya say's, his face really close to yours and lips almost touching "Uh..yeah yeah! Sooo many kittens!..Haha! I wonder who put them in your room?" You said awkwardly as you moved away from Chishiya's touch, Niragi saw what he did to you and it made him jealous and want to kill the Kenma looking dude right in front of you "Ya know what? I don't care that cat's are ruining your room..YOU ruined me and Y/n's session of playing Pokemon cards!" Niragi said as he looked down at the whitish blonde figure that was just smiling and looking up at the emo skinny looking giraffe boy "Do I even care about Pokemon? Besides that's a stupid game..what are you? Six?" Chishiya said.

And after that they just started arguing as you picked up and cuddled with kittens that were now on your lap and some in your hand as you snuggled with them on the couch ignoring the two boy's argues and insult's.

And this is where the kitty chaos ends, you snuggling and played ng with the cat's while the calico and black cat are fighting for you in the background as you ignored them.

A/N: well this is a pretty shooty ending..but either way I gotta work for the other fic that I got on my drafts, this is really short but I like it and I hope you guys enjoyed it too!

#imawa no kuni no arisu #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #alice in borderland #chishiya x reader x niragi #niragi suguru #suguru niragi #chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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“I don’t like sleeping alone in weird places.” I mean jax…the girl doesn’t like sleeping alone in weird places!! You gotta keep her company!

Little Posie Rogers and her liquid courage 😏

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Just Us

Summary: The night after Posie was with Jax

Pairings: Posie Rogers X Jax Teller

Rating: mild

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 550

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Posie buries herself deeper into the pillow. Taking a deep yawn, and noticing the smell around her is new. She struggles to open her eyes, and when she does she allows them to adjust to the darkened room. Feeling different than she ever has before, and she looks down to see an arm draped around her tightly.

A poorly button up flannel exposing more of her skin than she wishes, and a look to the floor, she sees clothes scattered all around, and most importantly, a pair of boxers. Nervously she tries to wiggle away without alerting the mystery man. He lets out a puff of air on her neck, and she tries to wiggle out from his grasp even more. "Where ya going Squeakers?"

"Jax?" he let's out a chuckle, rolling off of her to stretch, and that's when she notices he's shirtless. "Oh god. I'm sorry. I don't do this. Like ever. Oh my god...I don't even remember. I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Hey, hey, P. It's fine. Nothing happened."

"Maybe for you, but," she looks down her chest, and pulls the flannel tighter around her. "I need to throw up."

"Posie," Jax pulls the covers off of him and shows that he has on a pair of sweat pants, "Nothing happened. Those boxers were meant for you. Your drunken self couldn't figure out the buttons, and I didn't' feel right with buttoning it for you. When I tried to lay on the couch, you said you didn't want to be alone. I was on this side of the bed, and you kept getting closer. That was the best sleep of my life though."

"Nothing happened?"

"No. I wouldn't have taken advantage of you like that. You could barely walk, couldn't keep your eyes open. What kinda person would I be?" almost not believing him, she uses her hand to cup her panty clad mound, and then removes it quickly looking away from him. "Let me get you some aspirin and water. You need to hydrate."

As soon as he closes the door, Posie jumps out of the bed, and regrets it. The room spinning as she sits back down, laying all the way back, and almost forgetting that the flannel isn't buttoned properly. Jax comes back in the room with some pills and water, and laughs at the girl. Almost sprawled out on his bed. "You tried to get up quickly and get dressed, huh?"

"The room is going round and round in circles right now. What is this?"

"A hangover. Have you never drank before?" she shakes her head no. "Gotta take things slow, P. How long do you parents think you're going to be at your friends'?"

"Later tonight, I guess."

"How about," Jax crawls back in the bed with her, handing the pills and water bottle over, "If you want. You go back to sleep, and we can just have a lazy day? I can either make us some food or get some delivered? Opie's gotta work at the firehouse today."

"It's just us?"

"That's it. Just us."

She looks back down her body, and starts fixing the flannel the correct way. No more chances of anything popping out. Just her and Jax in an apartment alone. Shouldn't be too bad. "Okay. I may sleep most the day."

"I expect nothing less. The first hangover is the worst."

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Title: So It's You

Chapter {1} - Body Like a Back Road

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.2K-ish

Author's Note: This is supposed to be a multi-part series. It's been sitting in my Wattpad drafts since mid-September. Figured I'd pull it out and spruce it up a bit and actually post it somewhere. It was inspired by those TikToks of soulmates being connected by music I loved that idea and wish it were real 😂 Mine would be like wtf are they listening to? I originally had this swapping POVs per part, but we’ll see how things go 🤷🏻‍♀️ Any mistakes are my own.

Warning: this one's really just fluff, Reader enjoying time with her boys even if it's earlier than she'd like, Bucky being a flirt

Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to post this anywhere.

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One of the craziest things about our universe, as I’m sure there are thousands, if not millions of others out there, is that we have an idea who our soulmate is.

Well. Sort of.

When we turn eighteen, we are automatically linked to our soulmate by the way of music. It’s not what they sing aloud, but what they sing in their mind. Many high school sweethearts were lucky enough to find out right away. For some, it took them a few years before they crossed paths whether it was college, work, or even something as simple as a coffee shop. But me? It’s been ten years and nothing.

By nothing, I mean I haven’t met them yet. Since I turned eighteen, I’ve heard their songs. They’ve been interesting choices to say the least, and I’ve definitely added a few to my favorites because of them. But no matter what, I can’t seem to find this person.

🎶 Got a girl from the Southside Got braids in her hair First time I seen her walk by Man I 'bout fell up out my chair Had to get her number It took me like six weeks Now me and her go way back Like Cadillac seats 🎶

It was your average, early morning Saturday run, except this time I was pulled into it by a few friends. Steve had the bright idea to get up before the sunrise, while Sam at least had the better idea of stopping by our favorite diner afterwards. Of course, Bucky had to throw in a little bet. The person who couldn’t keep up for the hour we would run, would have the pleasure of paying for breakfast

I think he was hoping Sam would fall out first.

I was jogging with Sam as Steve and Bucky were continuously passing us, lap after lap. "On your left!" Steve would yell, as Bucky accompanied him with "On your right!" It was cute the first nine times, but Sam glanced at me with annoyance each time after that.

"So, Y/N. What's your soulmate singing, today?" Sam questioned, as we rounded the corner. "You've been humming a song and I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Body like a back road," I replied.

"Ah. So, they must be nearby," he grinned, looking down at the concrete.

"Shut up. They are not!" I countered, hitting his arm.

"I'm just saying. They’ve gotta enjoy the way your body is looking this morning. Your leggings and tank top are hugging everything quite nicely," he laughed. I’m pretty sure I rolled my eyes so far back, that they would’ve gotten stuck if I hadn’t taken notice of the boys passing us again. Fortunately, Sam left me to my thoughts and tried to catch up to them.

🎶 The way she fit in them blue jeans She don't need no belt But I can turn 'em inside out I don't need no help Got hips like honey So thick and so sweet Ain't no curves like hers On them downtown streets 🎶

I stepped off to the grass and leaned against the tree to catch my breath. I glanced down at my watch and saw that I had already ran five miles in the last hour. I glanced back up to see the boys complete one more lap. The super soldiers let Sam know that they were passing him one last time. You could see the frustration in his face as they fist bumped after passing the slower of the three. Once hitting the last corner, they waited on Sam to catch up and they started walking towards me.

A smile crept onto my face as they were walking. I absolutely adored these three, as they were some of my best friends. The question What would I do without them? always popped into my mind when we hung out together, as I knew my life would not be nearly as entertaining. As I watched the three make their way over, Sam's comment from earlier made its way back into my mind.

So, they must be nearby.

The thought that one of them could be my soulmate crossed my mind for a split second but was just as quickly dismissed. Sam has always filled in that older-brother-I've-never-had figure, Steve stepped in as my new-mentor-turned-best-friend when I was welcomed into the Avengers, and Bucky. Well. Bucky took some warming up to, but he too became a best friend, just not in the same way as Steve. With Bucky, we can be crude and crack jokes around each other that Steve might not enjoy as much. We can engage in harmless flirting with each other and it not mean a thing at the end of the day. He became more open to me about his nightmares (albeit I have to pull it out of him sometimes) and I became more open about my mental health (which he has to pull out of me every once in a while so that I’m not bottling all my thoughts and feelings up).

These three will always have a special place in my heart, because I love them more than life itself sometimes. I'd do anything for them. But the possibility that any of the three are my soulmate?

As if.

🎶 We're out here in the boondocks With the breeze and the birds Tangled up in the tall grass With my lips on hers On a highway to heaven Headed south of her smile Get there when we get there Every inch is a mile 🎶

"Couldn't hang today, Y/N?" Steve asked as the boys came within earshot. A smirk made its way to Bucky's face, as Sam wiped the sweat from his. "You know what that means!"

"Yes. Breakfast is on me, but only AFTER everyone showers! I am NOT taking anyone anywhere with you lot smelling the way you do!" I laughed, pointing to the three men in front of me.

We start walking back to the compound when Bucky puts his right arm around me. "So, we gonna save time and water, and shower together, doll?" he whispered into my ear, as the other two walked ahead of us.

"Nice try, Sergeant. But that's not gonna happen. Not today," I shook my head, grabbing his hand with mine and squeezing it before pushing it away.

"So, another time then?" he teased. I felt his hand run down the small of my back and rub it gently before taking it away. I tuned back into Steve and Sam's conversation about what they were ordering for breakfast at the diner. It was a fairly peaceful walk back...until the four of us got into the debate about pancakes versus waffles.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes soulmate au #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #anotherwritersblog writing #it’s normal for my anxiety to hit high when I’m wanting to post #right?#😅

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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It's Delicate: Part II

Summary: Spencer Reid finds himself at a gas station at 2:00 am, thinking he’s only leaving with a cup of crappy coffee. But something taped to the door catches his eye. Spencer leaves the gas station with more than he intended: the chance at a friend, and maybe something more along the way.

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author’s Note: Here's the second part in It's Delicate, my first chapter fic. I've planned out kind of where I see this eventually going! Thank you to anyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs. It really means the world to me.

Content Warnings: Expletive language (3 uses), mentions of drug use, sexual innuendo

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It's Delicate

Sitting on the plane, Spencer looks out from the little window. For hours, there’s been nothing but corn fields and clouds. It’s eerily peaceful, being there high above the clouds. His whole life Spencer has felt this distance between him and everyone else, but nothing makes that feeling more prominent than being strapped in a glorified metal box 35,000 feet off the Earth’s surface. But the thing is, Spencer does need to be flying above the trees to feel lonely. He can do that with two feet on the ground.

Luke sits across Spencer, the table between them and a deck of playing cards are spread out across its surface. He has to nudge Spencer’s leg from under the table, trying to bring him back to reality as he stares out the window.

“Whatcha thinking,” Luke asks, Spencer has been noticing more and more that Luke is one of the few people that actually listens to him.

Spencer, whose mind is racing too fast to even formulate an articulate thought, attempts to dodge Luke’s question with a noncommittal shrug.

“Reid, these cases are hard for all of us, you gotta know that man,” Luke says, laying down a four of a kind.

Spencer narrows his eyes, shocked that it hasn’t clicked yet for the rest of the team. He cracks his neck, preparing to answer Luke.

“We almost locked up an innocent man, Alvez. I almost sent another man to the same fate as myself. What kind of fucked up message is that?” Spencer says, throwing down the cards on the table. He doesn’t wait for Luke to respond.

“I fold,”

Spencer walks off into the small kitchenette to make a cup of coffee. He doesn’t want to think about his increased reliance on coffee, because he knows it’s a hot cup of coffee or a cold needle of Dilaudid in his veins. Spencer checks his watch, it’s 10:17 pm, maybe too late to find a meeting at a church or rec center somewhere.

He sneaks a peak at his phone, which was still unfortunately on Airplane Mode, he hasn’t even gotten a chance to see if Y/N has responded. He doesn’t know much about her, just as much as she knows about him.

It’s a brave new world for Spencer and he’s knee deep into the unknown.

Spencer can feel Luke’s eyes on him. He just knows that the minute he gets home, a certain tech expert will be ringing him. He knows that it’s Luke’s way of caring, but for someone who’s been alone for so long, having people that actually care is almost drowning.

Walking back to his seat, Spencer hands Luke a coffee. He smiles slightly; it’s the awkward smile that he used to make when intimating police chiefs and idiot cops would look him up and down like he’s a TA. It’s a peace offering for Luke, who despite his tough looking exterior, is one of the kindest people Spencer knows.

“Look, Reid. I’m sorry that we didn’t put it together. It’s just that man that we caught, he’s not like you. He’s not innocent of crimes, he’s just innocent of this crime,” Luke says in an attempt to make Spencer feel a little bit better.

“The thing is Luke, I’m exactly like that man,”

Spencer returns to staring out the window. The cards and the coffee on the table are long ignored for the silence that is found when you’re high above the clouds.

Spencer hears Tara and Emily murmur quietly about going out for a round of drinks. Luke accepts, while JJ and Matt decline, eager to get home to their families. Emily looks over at Spencer, her eyes silently scanning him, his body language. Spencer knows that there’s nothing he can hide from Emily, so there’s no use in trying to pretend he’s alright when she can take one look at him and know that nothing is right.

“You guys have fun, I’m going to head home and get some sleep. I plan on visiting my mom tomorrow and mornings are usually better for her,” Spencer says, slinging his go bag around his shoulders and making the trek back to the security to check out.

He walks slowly, enjoying the sound of the crickets chirping as he trudges along. Spencer tries not to think about the man, Richard, who was almost locked up for a crime that he didn’t commit. Spencer is pretty sure that being the person to throw an innocent man in jail is worse than being the innocent man in jail.

Spencer’s phone buzzes loudly, disturbing the silence of his walk. He looks at the phone to see a couple of messages from Y/N. Spencer slides open the lock to his phone and hits the button to read her messages.

Y/N: Spencer...that has a nice ring to it. So tell me a little bit about yourself. Your big three, but as books. Go! 🌞🌙⬆️

Furrowing his brow, Spencer reads the message over again. He does not have a clue what “big three” means, but it seems like some sort of pop culture thing that he’s not skilled in. He wants to text Garcia for a translation, but he’s also not too keen on telling her how he came across Y/N’s number.

Y/N: I assume you’re working, but I'm kind of impatient so I’ll give you mine 🙃 I’m a Little Women sun, an Emma moon, and an In Cold Blood rising.

Y/N: Oh no….I hope my astrology didn’t turn you off

Y/N: Not that I was trying to turn you on

Y/N: omg Y/N please shut the fuck up

Astrology? Spencer isn’t one to judge, but he’s a scientist first and foremost. The idea that there is something written about him in the stars seems like ludicrous. He decided to ignore the other messages, particularly the ones with a little more than slight innuendo.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m sorry I just got out of work. As for my big three, I’m not sure about astrology. I don’t particularly believe in pseudoscience. But those are good choices. In Cold Blood is an excellent choice. Capote spent years researching the case. In fact his prose and technique inspired the entire “Nonfiction novel” genre. The world of journalism and true crime would not be where it is without Capote’s work.

Y/N: Oh my god. You are a total nerd. 🙀

That stops Spencer right in his tracks. He’s only a couple of yards away from the Volvo at this point, but somehow it feels a million miles away. You are a total nerd. The words replay in his mind as the small gray bubbles pop up again. Spencer can feel his heart constrict at Y/N’s words. It’s ridiculous, he’s nearly 34 and is getting upset that a stranger called him a nerd. Spencer unlocks his car and tosses his go bag, phone included onto the passenger seat.

After a couple of minutes his phone buzzes again. He’s half tempted to answer it, but the way his heart seems to beat faster tells him to ignore it.

Y/N: I fucking love it and I think you’ll love this too

Spencer’s entire demeanor changes as he reads the message. He’s always had difficulties reading emotion in writing, especially when he can’t analyze the handwriting. Sometimes, it’s even harder to judge inflection during conversations. Maybe that is why Spencer has spent all this time studying people, studying the way that their minds work. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts, another message pops up.

Y/N: Meet Capote and Second Cat

Y/N: They are the loves of my life

Spencer: They are very...distinguished looking. Capote is an excellent name choice then. Second Cat is also quite catchy.

Spencer hesitates before sending the message, he notices that Y/N uses what Garcia calls “emojis” quite frequently. He assumes that it’s some sort of “texting lingo” that expresses emotion in small graphics. Great, he thinks. He already has a difficult time deciphering Y/N’s cryptic wording and now he’s got to analyze these emojis.

Maybe he should profile her. He re-reads the message and settles on a “😄” because he figures that he can’t go wrong with offering Y/N a smile.

Spencer: I don’t have a cat, but when I was a kid I always wanted one, they’re quite good companions for those that live several different kinds of lifestyles. From active to sedentary, they are adaptable and independent. Honestly they are the perfect pet.

Y/N: Is this your way of telling you’re a crazy cat man? 😜 🙀

Spencer, still sitting in his car that’s parked in the parking lot, chuckles at Y/N’s response to his message. Maybe it’s just easier to ignore his rambling when it’s done through 1s and 0s and there isn’t a face to the words.

Spencer: I’m actually more of a fish guy

Y/N: Like a “I-like-to-go-fishing-and-post-picture-of-myself-kissing-my-catch-on-Tinder” kind of fish guy or...I can’t think of any other kind of fish men

Spencer, not totally understanding the obvious joke that Y/N is trying to make, settles on something that he hasn’t really ever tried: being himself.

Spencer: Not quite sure what a Tinder is, but I think fishing is terrifying and kissing a fish is something out of nightmares. But his name is Leo

Y/N: DiCaprio?

Spencer: Uhh, Tolstoy

Y/N: Good😉 ⚔️🕊️ 🇷🇺

Spencer glances at his clock on the control panel, it tells him that he’s been messaging with Y/N back and forth for nearly 22 minutes. He nearly forgot how tired he was.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m so sorry but, I just got to my car to drive home from work. I’ll text you tomorrow morning about the book club, maybe we can figure out some things.

Y/N: OMG Spencer!! you should have told me. I’ve been talking ur ear off. sleep well and yes please tomorrow we can talk about the book club

Y/N: Good night, Book Buddy 😴

Spencer wants to respond to Y/N, but he doesn’t know what to say. She seems to text so easily, and judging by that, she must be around Spencer’s age or a little bit younger. Besides JJ and Penelope, Spencer has never had a friend close to his age. It’s a strange new territory for him and he’s walking in head first into No Man’s Land.

He starts his Volvo, the check engine still lights but, reminding him once again to go get it fixed. Driving away from the parking lot, Spencer hands over his ID to Gina, the security guard. She checks his ID and gives him a tired smile. Spencer, as he drives home to his apartment, thinking about what books he and Y/N will read together. He wonders what kind of books are her favorite, if they have any authors that they can obsess over together, or if what she thinks a poet’s prose is.

The summer air rushing in through the window is nowhere as warm and as comforting as thought of Spencer finally having a friend that isn’t able to read the scars of his past in the text bubbles that pop up on her screen.

When Spencer opens his eyes for the first time that morning, he isn’t sure where he is. Sometimes, before he can stop his thoughts from travelling there, Spencer thinks he’s still in jail. He hates the feeling of terror that rushes over him but he hates the idea of being vulnerable a little bit more. But the softness of his pillows and the coolness of his cotton sheets remind him that he’s not sleeping on a hard cot with only a layer of fabric over his body. The light streams in through the half closed blinds, and Spencer judges by how brightly the sun shines in, it must be around 9:45 am.

He supposes that he prefers the way the sun’s rays paint horizontal bars across his face more than the vertical bars that cast gray shadows over his cell at Milburn Penitentiary.

It’s a day off from work, so Spencer didn’t set an alarm, instead allowing his mind and his body to catch up on some much needed rest. The nightmares have been getting better, but his dreams are still haunted by the way that he hardly recognizes himself anymore. Deciding that it will be a day spent in pajamas, Spencer goes to his bookshelf in his bedroom to pick out a couple of novels to read while he drinks his morning coffee and defrosts some of Luke’s strawberry pastries.

Before heading out of his room, Spencer stops himself in the doorway. He replays the events of last night. He declined to go out with the rest of the team, while he walked to his car he thought about the crickets telling the temperature, and he read over Y/N’s messages.

Y/N.

He promised he’d text her back in the morning about their book club. Last night, she didn’t seem to mind Spencer’s long messages and awkward phrasing. He still doesn’t really know how this Book Buddy thing would work, but since he found Y/N’s number on the flyer, he can only assume that she knows what to do. He leaps on his bed, landing with thud on his belly, to grab his phone that charges on his nightstand.

Spencer settles at his kitchen table, a cup of steaming hot Dark Roast coffee in a Captain Spock mug in one hand and, surprisingly, his phone in the other. He scrolls through the messages from last night, Y/N’s cat and emojis tempt a smile to Spencer’s face.

Not entirely sure how to start the conversation again, Spencer looks around for inspiration until his eyes land on a certain fish tank in the corner of his apartment. He snaps a quick picture of Leo and attaches it to the message.

Spencer: Good Morning from Leo & Spencer

Spencer sets down his phone after a moment when he realizes that Y/N is probably not going to answer him back in a couple of seconds. He takes out a strawberry pastry from his freezer and puts it into the toaster oven on a non-stick baking sheet. His thumbs run across the texture of the book he started on the plane ride after his and Luke’s ill fated poker game. It's a thin book of collected essays on the meaning of life. Camus, to Spencer, is a little pessimistic with his droning on about the meaninglessness of life. Though Spence has seen the absolute worst that humanity has to offer, he still has to believe that there’s a deeper meaning behind it all.

His toaster oven rings, altering him so that his toasted strawberry pastry is cooked. He plates his breakfast and pours himself another cup of coffee- he’ll need it to get through Camus’s section on Absurdism this early in the morning. But the flash of Spencer’s phone screen sends him reaching for his phone. Y/N replied to his message.

Y/N: hi leo!!!

Y/N: and you too Spencer :) Did you get a good night’s sleep. You got back late it seems.

Spencer, taking a bite of the strawberry pastry, ignores the burning sensation in his mouth. He types out a response to Y/N as he washes down the bite with a swing of coffee.

Spencer: I did, thank you. Can you tell me a little bit more about this book buddy thing. From what I gathered from the flyer it’s like a little book club of our own and we meet at the bookstore?

It doesn’t take long for Y/N to respond. The little gray dots pop up almost immediately after Spencer’s message is delivered.

Y/N: That’s about right! Is it okay if I call you? Kinda easier to talk that way 🤷‍♀️

Spencer reads over the message a couple of times. He doesn’t really like to talk on the phone and only does it out of necessity. He’s pretty sure that his voice is grating and his vocal fry is quite irritating. Yet, he finds himself replying “yes” to Y/N. Soon enough, his phone buzzes in his hand and Spencer has to remind himself how to pick up a call.

“Spencer? Um, this is Spencer Reid, right?” the voice says. It’s a woman’s voice and he can only assume that it’s Y/N, considering it is her phone number calling him.

“Y/N, uh hi. This is Dr. Spencer- I mean this is Spencer,” he says, nearly forgetting that Y/N doesn’t know him as Dr. Reid, but as just Spencer. It’s been a long time since someone has known him as Spencer.

“Oh great! It’s wonderful to finally have a voice to your name. So about these buddy reads. You seem to have a good grasp of what they are,” Y/N’s voice trails off a little bit at the end and Spencer finds it natural to fill in the silence.

“Yes, the flyer was quite informative. But I was wondering, do we read the same books or do we read different books?” Spencer asks, trying to restrain himself from scaring Y/N off. But something about her made him think that she didn’t scare easily.

Y/N chuckles lightly in the speaker of her phone, “that’s a good question, uh, I was actually going to ask you what you would rather. We can read the same books, or if it’s okay with you we can choose what the other would read for that week,”

“Oh really?” Spencer says, very much aware how his voice rises a couple of octaves. He can’t trust himself to hold back on rambling over the phone Y/N, so he resorts to using his strained, brittle voice that’s full of hesitation and restraint.

“That’s the plan, so whatcha thinking, Spencer,” Y/N says playfully, like she can sense that phone conversations maybe not make him feel at ease. There’s something so natural and silvery about her voice; it reminds Spencer of an audiobook reader. While he’s not too keen on audiobooks, he’s sure that he’d listen to anything she reads or has to say.

“Um, I think it sounds interesting to pick out books for each other. I tend to gravitate towards more technical books or even books that aren’t in English so, uh, I think it would be interesting to get out of my comfort zone,” Spencer says, cringing internally at using the word “interesting” twice in a couple of sentences.

“Well, as long as you don’t pick out something in physics or anything by Ayn Rand then I’d say we’re good,” Y/N says. Spencer thinks it’s a joke, but he’s not too sure how to respond.

“Will you still be my Book Buddy if I read 1 out of 2 of those?” Spencer asks, hoping she’d get that he is trying to continue the joke.

“Oh no Spencer please don’t tell me you’re an Ayn Rand fanboy,” she says, and by the airy way she laughs, Spencer ventures to guess his joke landed successfully.

“So,” Spencer starts, he never has made plans with people outside of his team, and on top of that, there’s something about Y/N’s quickness that makes him a little nervous to meet her.

“I’m talking your ear off, aren’t I? Please Spencer, if you’re going to be my Book Buddy, you’re going to have to get used to me talking a lot, especially you pick out good books, which, I already have a feeling you’re going to be favorite Book Buddy,”

For once in his life, Spencer doesn’t really know how to respond. He lets out something in between a strangled laughter and a noncommittal chuckle.

“So,” Y/N says, mirroring Spencer’s earlier words, “so are you free tonight, I can meet you at the bookstore..”

Y/N’s voice trails off and Spencer leaps to finish her sentences. It doesn’t feel like his interjecting or interrupting, but like he’s snapping a puzzle piece together.

“Does 7 work?” “7 is great, Spencer. It’s a date,”

Those three little words send Spencer’s eyes flying wide open. He scrambles to come up with answer to louden the silence that falls, but he swears he can hear a string of quiet curses before Y/N manages to squeak out a small “goodbye,”

Y/N’s last words play back in Spencer’s ears. He scolds himself for being so weird and awkward that the very idea of going on a date with him would send Y/N in a tizzy. It’s not a date, because Spencer can’t think about it being a date. It’s not a date because of the looming photo above his mantle that freezes his future in the past. It’s not a date because of the nightmare of vertical bars that haunt his dreams

It’s not a date. It’s so not a date because Spencer would call Luke to come over to help him if it was.

“Hey Luke,” Spencer says, trying to control the nervous waves in his voice, “no man, I’m fine, it’s uh, easier if you just come over. I’m fine, really,”

Y/N: I really hope you're not an Ayn Rand fanboy 😉

It’s so not a date.

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The Intrusion - Chapter 4

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You make some risky decisions once the brothers are gone, knowing they'll bite you in the ass at some point. When you finally see Dean again, not in the most appropriate position, the dynamics seem to have twisted.

Word count: 2,031

Warnings: language, assault, non-con, attempted rape

You avoided Dean like the plague the rest of that week, and the feeling seemed mutual. Sam tried to talk to you about it, but as soon as he made any sign to justify his brother's actions you shut him down. You didn't need to hear it - if Dean hated you just as much as you hated him, you knew it was just bad blood continuously boiling.

They argued with each other just as much too. You never stayed long enough to know what about, given that Dean's voice alone was grating, but guessed Sam was trying to get him to talk to you. It seemed you were both stubborn sons of bitches.

Once your injuries were all healed up, the boredom hit. You couldn't just sit in this windowless dungeon forever, and you were itching to get back to work. Plus, you'd seen an ad for a new bike that wasn't too much money, but knew it would get snapped up pretty quick and still needed to make up a fair bit.

You formulated your plan as the boys took longer and longer hunts, sometimes not coming home for days on end. Now you were housebound, they didn't need to worry about you being out too late (if they even had in the first place), and the fights seemed to be getting more and more violent. On multiple occasions you'd bumped into them in the hallway, beaten and bruised all over. One time you'd even walked in on Dean trying to stitch up a wound on his back, bent over and cringing in the dim mirror. You'd instantly sworn and left without another word, burying the uncomfortable feeling that shook you slightly knowing he was injured and in pain.

You managed to get some info out of Sam one night, finding out that they were after something called a Rugaru a few states over. He reckoned they'd be gone for the better half of a week, and you figured that was your perfect opportunity. The Impala had hardly left the garage before you were dialling up the bar.

"Dirtie' Pig Bar, how can I help ya?"

"Randy, it's me. I know I've been a bit AWOL but I'd really like to talk."

The southern voice at the other end of the line let out a cackle. "Y/N, baby, how ya been? Gotta tell ya, its been real dull round here without you lately - what you have to go disappear off for huh?"

You groaned, not quite believing you were letting yourself sink so deep as to entertain a son of a bitch like Randy. "Yeah, I'm sorry Rand, things just got kinda weird my end and I needed some time out. But if you'll have me, I wanna come back."

Randy huffed. "Them two boys know 'bout that? They were pretty damn certain they didn't want ya coming near my place again. Toxic, if ya ask me."

"No Randy, they don't know, and they don't need to. I didn't ask them to go see you, which is why if you'll let me, I want back in."

"Be 'ere at 7. Oh, and wear that 'lil skirt of yours, the one with the butterflies on the ass. I like that one."

Gross. You hung up on him, running your hands across your face and through your hair. But what choice did you have? You couldn't let those damn Winchesters take your freedom away, and as creepy as Randy was, you could handle him.

Apparently though, Randy had decided that since your little fiasco, you owed him one. The butt slapping increased, and you got used to holding your breath every time he came close, knowing he would snake his face round your neck and whisper vile things in your ear, spreading his cigarette ash odour. Your first shift back was horrendous, but hell, it was probably what you deserved. As 3am neared, you grimaced at the cold walk back to the bunker, swapping your kitten heels for a pair of snow boots you'd found in a storage cupboard back at the bunker.

"Oh honey, now that ain't sexy," you heard Randy growl behind you.

"It's not meant to be sexy, Randy. In case you hadn't realised, my bike broke, so I gotta walk back." His eyes lit up then and you instantly knew you'd made a mistake. A big one, at that.

"No bike, eh? Well why didn't you say something sweetheart, lemme drop you back."

You knew you should say no, but fuck, you'd already crossed the line by coming back here. The hunters were still away, they wouldn't know, and it wasn't like he had to drop you to the door.

"Thanks, Randy. I owe you one."

Apparently he thought the same thing. The drive back in his rusty old truck was incredibly tedious, with Randy's hand wandering towards your knee. You got him to pull up by a row of houses half a mile from the bunker, figuring you could make it from there.

"You know lil miss, I don't mind giving you a ride each shift. It ain't no bother for me, I like spending time with you. Hell, the more time the better." He grinned his row of yellow canines, and you winced. But fuck, what did you have to loose? You could hold my own; Randy was a skinny son of a bitch and you reckoned you could take advantage of him even more so than he thought he was of you.

"That would be great, boss. I appreciate it." His smile widened and he lent in, giving you a rough kiss on the cheek. As you legged the way home, you rubbed at it continuously until a red raw mark appeared.

Things continued like that for the next few days. You worked longer hours, with Randy continuously breathing down your neck, touching you inappropriately, calling you disgusting names. You knew it couldn't go on much longer, but honestly at this point it almost felt like you deserved it. Dean had been right - this place was horrific and you should never have come back. This was karma, I guess.

Friday night, things were busy as usual. At close, Randy claimed to need to do some admin bits, even though you'd never seen him write his own name, and wasn't convinced he knew how. That left poor old you to close up, and just the two of you in the cold, dingy bar.

"Randy, I'm done. You still alright to drop me back?" You lent into his office grasping at your apron with your fists. He was sitting there staring into space, the now half-empty bottle of whisky you'd noticed had mysteriously disappeared from the shelf half an hour ago sat on the table before him.

"Y/N, my sweet, sweet Y/N," he cooed. Oh shit. Here we go. With a stumble, Randy rounded the desk, giddily heading your way. You stayed put as he reached up, dirty fingernails playing with a loose strand of hair that had fallen from behind your ear. "C'mon, sit down with me. Have a drink!"

"Thanks, Rand, but I really ought to be getting back-"

His small hand grasped your wrist with far more strength than you had anticipated. He hissed. "Sweetpea, c'mon. You owe your dear boss one, don't ya think? All that driving you around, even just letting you work back here. Don't you think I deserve a thank you?"

You scowled. "I have thanked you. All the time. But I wanna go home now Randy." He flung you forward, sending you flying into the desk.

"You can call me boss, actually." His voice was filled with venom. Shit shit shit shit shit. Before you could move, his hand was in your hair, pulling tight as he pinned you against the table. You tried to push off, but he squeezed tighter, and you felt him fumbling around with his belt. Oh hell no. This was not happening. Not with him. You kicked back like a donkey, hitting his leg and stamping on his toes. With a groan, he spun you round to face him, grabbing your wrists with his free hand and pinning them against you. He lent in, using his grasp in your hair to pull your face into his, smothering you with his sour saliva. You wriggled as much as you could, surprised by his strength. You'd been a fool to underestimate Randy's coyness.

You were interrupted by the bang of the door and the woosh of cold wind blowing into the office. You heard shouting, and then the sound of heavy boots marching towards you.

"Get the fuck off her you vile son of a bitch," despite all the arguments you'd had in the past months, you'd never heard Dean sound so animalistic. You used the moment to your advantage, freeing your hands from Randy's grasp and grabbing his own rat's tail, jerking it back with a tug. At the same time, you rose your knee, plunging it straight into his crotch and making him double over. You slid out from underneath him, refusing to look up at the imposing figure in the doorway, before reaching for the bottle of whisky and sending down over the boss's head with a thud. It shattered, and he crumbled to the floor, moaning.

"Bye, Randy. I'll see you never." Seething, you headed for the door, barging past Dean. You didn't know what you were more angry about, allowing Randy to treat you like that, or Dean barging in to save the day.

"You alright?" You heard him breathe out behind you, making you gulp.

"I'm fine, Dean. I had it handled." Even you could hear the shakiness in your voice as it cracked slightly. The adrenaline seeping from your veins, you reached out to steady yourself on the bar, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

A warm hand touched your shoulder ever so lightly. "I thought I told you never to come back to this place." He meant to sound threatening, but you could have sworn there was a hint of concern in his voice.

"It's not that easy, Dean. You upped and left. I had nothing. You and Sam might be alright hustling pool or whatever you do to make bucks, but I don't have that privilege. I had to work." You took the risk of peering up at him through glassy eyes, expecting his face to be full of rage. It wasn't. Instead, his mouth was in a tight grimace, but his eyes were sad and soft. Awkwardly, you quickly adverted your gaze. "I know you want me gone. I think you're right. I'll get my things together tonight and I'll be out of your hair in the morning."

He stepped forward, blocking your path. "Don't be ridiculous, Y/N. C'mon, its late, I'm tired, you're tired. Lets just get back and get some sleep and we'll talk about this later." You nodded, staring down at your feet. He was right - all of a sudden you felt exhausted. You let him reach round and guide you out to the car, sliding into the passenger seat and resting your head on the soft, worn leather.

You drove back in silence, tension rippling through the air. You knew he wanted to shout at you, to say what a fool you were, that you were like a child. You wanted to have a go at him for turning up where he wasn't needed, jumping in like your knight in shining armour. But the words just hovered in your thoughts. Dean didn't even acknowledge you when you got back, brushing past Sam like nothing had happened. You gave his brother a small smile and a hug, before heading off to bed once again to the sound of them arguing. You couldn't sleep anyway, wrapped up in your duvet letting the tears finally fall. They finally quietened down after a lot of door slamming, and you tried to close your eyes and drift off.

Your mind was made up. You would pack as soon as you woke, and be gone by the time the Winchesters got up.

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