#now i feel sick and i want to cry dear god i need a distraction

[tsukidrama]

Hi, hi, hi, hi! Pink Anon here, guess who has two thumbs and got COVID-19? This girl. Sorry for going MIA for a while there, it was physically draining to even use my phone! I'm cool now, I feel normal, I'm writing again!

I'm really happy you liked my requests! I'm looking forward to seeing them go to he beach and having some sort of picnic, like I've said they really deserve it. I'm not complaining about the spoilers, I'm waiting to see how it all plays out, especially after last chapter. Boy did it ruin me. Specifically this part, "'I’m not taking a break! I’ve been training this whole time,' Annie pleads, terrified." Made me put my phone down and realize just how severe Annie's trauma really is, holy shit. You really managed to capture that fear perfectly, being scared of your parents/an authority figure. It feels different than other fears, I think. I don't have the most experience with it, but with the little bit I do, it really seems accurate and that's what's really heartbreaking about this chapter. Completely destroyed me.

ah, shit. noooo, i remember what it was like to be sick like that. at one point i don't think i moved out of the same spot for 2 days. i'm glad that you seem to be feeling better now at least! i hope everyone close to you is okay, too.

of course dear! i'll likely do an otbp with a picnic relatively soon, and i'll make them go to the beach in the main TRNT story 💘

it never stops hurting. FUCKK ME. Annie is and always has been the queen of repression - and even if she started thinking about her dad differently and in a positive light after she left on her mission, she still spent 11+ years living with him when he didn't give a shit about her. she's got to have complicated feelings about him but she pushes away the bad thoughts and memories because she wants to be loved so badly. she's so tragic,,, i can fix it for u babey.

both of them are perfectly fine with leaving the past in the past but IT MAKES ME SO MAD. don't get me wrong i love Papa so dearly. probably more than a lot of people do tbh, but it also pisses me off that there's been no plot to address all his unforgivable crimes against baby Annie. writing ch 9 was insane because on one hand i was writing through my own tears, but on the other i kind of felt like Papa gets what he deserves :/

on one hand i kind of hate him and i hope he suffers for the rest of his life but also in TRNT he is genuinely a really positive father figure. but it's MEANT to be extremely conflicting, he is hated for good reason. at this point, TRNT Papa really isn't even the same character anymore, but it's also the only version of him that i'm willing to accept.

"'You can rest. You’ve done perfectly,' he says. '...I have?'" OW. I feel like I've seen other people talk about this line, but god does it hurt a lot. Annie questions Papa twice when he tells her to rest, which really shows just how cemented in her head training was. She wasn't allowed to take breaks, so even when he explicitly tells her she doesn't think she can, she doesn't even know how.

IMMMM SSORRRRYYYY i know, i know. that's why he HAD to be the one to go out and calm her down. nothing that reader could've done would've helped no matter how hard she tried, because Papa was the only one Annie needed comfort from right then.

of course she doesn't know what to do -- she's never taken a moment to just rest for her entire life. even whenever she moves out to the cottage she's still bouncing off the walls and constantly finding projects to distract herself with. she runs from her problems until it literally destroys the heart of the home.

there are like 3 different lines during that scene that hit me in the gut every time. basically everything tbh, but especially all of the spoken dialogue. the bit that personally gets me the most is when they both go quiet, then reader peeks around to see that he's crying and struggling to say "i love you." LIKE BITCH. KILL ME NOW. i'm going to eat glass.

Even how the chapter is ended was amazing(ly sad), I really enjoyed reading the whole thing. When I got the notification, I literally jumped out of my chair. I'm really looking forward to the next chapter, if this is Annie's rock bottom, she can only get better, right? I hope so. Overall, I'm very satisfied. Another utterly devastating chapter, in the best way possible.

the next chapter (10) will mostly be addressing the fallout of what happened in ch 9. some hard conversations that are going to take place in the next couple chapters but i swear to GOD that it doesn't get any worse. it's uphill from here, which is honestly so exciting for me because i never thought this series would grow into what it is.

no way is it going to be worse than this. that mess what all the angst i've been alluding to for months lol. IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT THOUGH, YOUR OPINIONS AND FEEDBACK MEAN SO MUCH TO ME!!!

On another note, I'm not writing as much as I'd like. School, coronavirus, and I'm also joining a soccer team? Out of character, but it is a good distraction. I've been getting into sports lately, so much so that part of me wants to write an Annie x reader where her and the reader are on some sort of team. If I can find the time, of course. I'm just trying to decide what sport she would play.

you don't have to be writing every second of every day! it sounds like you have a lot going on. i'm not too sporty myself but i would absolutely go to your soccer games and cheer for you.

HONESTLY I SWEAR I'M NOT EVEN SAYING THIS BECAUSE I KNOW IT'S YOUR SPORT, BUT SOCCER IS A GOOD ONE. she's fast/small and it's canon that a lot of the fighting she does uses her legs. AND THE UNIFORMS. i support you doing a soccer au for maximum self insert potential. Annie is your soccer gf who always holds your hand on the bus on the way to games. she always runs to you when you're tired or when you've fallen just to make sure you're alright.

my top sport for Annie is always boxing. and another idea that goes hand in hand with this, is illegal cage fighting aksdjfdk, HEAR ME OUT. she's so good that she could make a living off of placing bets on herself. bitch would be the reigning champion, she's a fucking maniac. it also has lots of good potential for fics where her significant other is fussing over her tending to her injuries.

Hm, another song recommendation that fits the fic (by the way I loved the link to Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA, I could totally see the connection, as sad as it is), April Come She Will by Simon and Garfunkel. The soft, summer vibes of the song fit the cottage setting, I think. It's a short song, but one that I love nonetheless.

i actually had a difficult time picking out a song for this chapter. i almost released it with no song at all, but then i had an abba playlist on while doing the dishes or something and next thing i know i'm crying. that song from Papa's POV really hurts in a special, evil type of way, huh? i'm devastated over it.

and re: the song, YOU'RE SO RIGHT. not even just the soft vibe of the song but the lyrics - it reminds me of how things are slowly going askew for them despite both putting forward effort. it's a bit of a sad song with it ending where it does but i definitely agree that it very much fits the vibe, added to my trnt playlist. i just wish that the song went on a little bit longer so things could be fixed lol.

Have a nice day <3,

Pink Anon

you too! and again sorry for the delay i just wanted to have the mental energy to have a good response

#omfg i'm sorry this took me a couple of days i ended up rambling a LOT #i think i just missed talking to you or something and had a hard time shutting the fuck up #i just have so much to say 😩 #pink anon #tsuki answers #trnt annie #annie-isms #trnt 9 angst tag

[the-sundry-system]

07/06/2022

"someone has to integrate with her."

"let me do it."

"no, you have far too important a role ahead. I'll have to do it."

"but- no, you said it yourself that you're gonna integrate with Abby one day."

"it doesn't mean I can't do this. and I think I can figure out a way."

"what about the others?"

"no. she doesn't trust them enough, and they're..."

"you don't think they're strong enough."

"I don't think anyone is."

"maybe... maybe we should let her go dormant then? I don't..."

"my dear Kinsley. I know you're scared, but I need you to trust me on this. can you do that?"

"i... alright. always."

bright lights flashing by, like a subway tunnel. scraps of unintelligible dialogue, my mind warping it to sound like daleks.

I feel sick. I'm shaking, my hands covered in tar and black tears falling from my eyes. I can't see anything, but I know that. I can feel that.

faintly, I hear someone calling my name, and I think they're shaking my shoulder.

"Kai!" I hear myself weep, screaming out in loss.

the little girl sitting on the edge of the bed. her nails dig into her knees, but she doesn't seem to feel it. a soft blanket draped around her shoulders and as it begins to fall she makes no move to fix it.

I still can't see her. her face, or any colors. I just know she's covered in something sticky. blood, mud, or something else - I can't tell. her hair (whatever color it is) is long, with twigs trapped in it.

twigs? there were no low branches or bushes there. where did those come from?

"aaaaanthonyyyy," I suddenly hear a teasing voice sing out. my sister from another life. I hear her giggle, and footsteps.

a purple owl. large, fluffy, with an especially round head. and those eyes. the eyes that I can't quite tell the color of. the ones that are massive and stare into your soul with the wisdom of a thousand libraries.

I hear myself cry out, this time in the present. I feel my wings shift, and a scream deep in my throat. my claws dig into something, and more tar tears fall.

what is happening to me?

"what's happening to her?"

"she's regenerating."

I get even more confused by the words I'm sure I've heard before, but I can't remember when. memories slipping through into my ears, yet nothing but silence from the present.

at least, when it comes to everyone else.

I hear a sickening crack, and my right wing goes limp.

I feel myself vomiting at the pain, it shooting up and down my spine, my tail twitching from it too.

the crack of a whip instead, now, and my skin burns.

"make it stop," I cry out, clutching my head.

"it hurts!" not a moment later, I find myself crying out: "Kai, it hurts!"

I vomit some more at the shock of my words. at the idea that Steve is probably with me, listening, wondering who the hell this person is. Kin watching on morosely.

through my mind flashes the barest hint of an image of Kai, him holding me as I'm in pain.

but before I can even try to soak anything in, it changes again.

darkness, for a moment. I try to grasp at my thoughts, to no avail.

"Kinsley, I have to. my fox."

"please, you really don't."

"it has to be done."

"does it? or are you just trying to avoid something?"

"don't say that, please. I'm trying to help her, I just want to help."

nausea washes over me as I hear something under my claws. whether it is soft, or crunching, I cannot tell.

I do know that my cheeks burn, and I'm hearing myself scream.

"just trust me."

"are you ever going to come back from this, Sapphire? gods know you have enough baggage."

"I have to. and I want to. for you, for Jamie, for Opal and Aurora."

a pause.

"most of all, for her."

another pause.

"I'm not talking you out of this, am I?"

"no," comes the gentle answer.

"then tell me what I need to do to help."

a heaviness in my lungs. tar, drowning in it. tired. exhausted.

I know I must be shaking down to my bones.

I try to distract myself, and slowly, so slowly, the shaking starts to subside.

I still feel the pain in my back, my claws sunk into something.

I hear ominous whispers, though perhaps they only seem ominous from my state of mind.

I try to cover my ears, but my claws are stuck and my wings are broken, so I don't do much more than curl in on myself some more.

I'm confused, I'm hurting, and I'm tired.

I feel myself retch again, knowing the substance must be thick and black like the tar that covers my hands. the movement sends sharpness down my back again, and it seems all I can do is wait it out.

then, a giggle.

a hammock, bare feet hanging over.

my hand tangled in his long blond hair.

whispers between lovers.

my heart clenches, and more tears fall.

i'm dizzy, overwhelmed. exhausted.

why does my mind torment me so? what have i done to deserve this?

what haven't i done to deserve this?

my head is in a vice.

i'm slowly getting more sleepy. being constantly tired will do that to you.

#07/06/2022 #journal entry #sick #tar #personal #memories

[winderrific-moved]

god im so upset how did i even forget about that.

#wind howls #trauma tornado #the game has a pretty art style and somehow my brain decided to completely forget about the triggering stories in it #now i feel sick and i want to cry dear god i need a distraction #and the wifi died. life hates me

[hwascripts]

Masterlist

WC: Unknown

TW: Swearing, mentions of murder, a bit of angst, I think that’s it!

This is heavily unedited because it’s my Levi simp hours and I need Dad!Levi headcanons. Also your kid and Eren’s kid are gender neutral

Levi as a father 

-I honestly don’t picture Levi as someone who planned on having kids but rather someone who ends up having kids by complete accident. Living in the walls during a war is absolute hell and he doesn’t want his kids to suffer the same way he did growing up.

-Whether or not the kid is adopted or his biological kid- it doesn’t matter to him, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the parentage of his kid...if he raises the kid then you better believe it’s his kid.

If your kid is adopted then here’s how I picture you guys becoming their parents

- During one of your expeditions beyond the walls you find (what you think is) an abandoned cabin in the woods. When you point it out Levi just tells you to ignore it and focus on the task Erwin gave you, but you have this weird gut feeling that someone is in there. While Levi is distracted you go off to the cabin and peek inside and to your horror- there is a small child, no older than a few months crying in it’s deceased mothers arms. You run over and pry the crying baby from the mother’s hands and immediately start trying to hush it’s cries

-Levi notices the fact that you’ve left his side after a few minutes of silence and he pinches his nose in frustration- of course you went to check out the cabin he told you to ignore. He flies away from the tree he was perched on and makes his way to the cabin to look for you- upon reaching the cabin his eyes widen from pure shock. Where the hell did you get a crying baby from? he can’t help but be filled with sorrow when he notice’s the child’s dead parents on the ground behind you- bandits had probably murdered them.

-The two of you have a huge argument about what you should do with the orphan child and this results in the two of you not speaking for over a week. But as the week goes on, he realizes that him and that baby are more similar than he thinks. Levi never had a father- the closest father figure in his life being Kenny who abandoned him at a young age, and his dear mother Kuchel who died of sickness when he was just a boy. Both Levi and the child didn’t have parents in their lives, fate cruelly ripping that away from them. He see’s himself in that baby.

-After a week of silence Levi storms into your office only to catch you asleep with the baby on your chest, his heart softens just the slightest bit at the image. He sits next to you and gently shakes you awake- careful to not wake the sleeping baby. Before you can even say anything he quietly states:

-”we’re not abandoning the baby, we can raise them together”

-All the worry and stress you carried melted away after hearing his words.

If your kid was biologically his, this is how I picture it turning out:

-The day Hanji informed you that you were pregnant was quite possibly one of the worst days of your life (sorry to be angsty) how the hell could you have gotten pregnant? the amount of stress, physical strain on your body and sleepless nights is not ideal for fertility- so how the hell did this happen?

-How the hell would you even tell Levi? The topic of children has never once come up and you’re sure he would never want to raise a child in the walls while titans destroy and kill everyone in sight. Besides- the two of you already have enough on your plates as it is.

- You’d tell him straight out that you were pregnant during your nightly tea time before bed, just straight up dropping the news on him. It takes a few seconds for him to fully register what you just told him but once he finally understands he drops his teacup, the boiling hot tea staining his jacket. All he can do is sputter like a fish out of water and aggressively try to clean the stain.

- I’m going to be realistic here- the last thing he would do is jump for joy and kiss you. I hate to be angsty again but realistically he’d probably storm off and go for a walk around the town while he tries to take in the news. I see him unintentionally ignoring you for a few days while he tries to accept the fact that the two of you are bringing a child into this world.

-After about a week he’s finally calmed himself enough to talk to you about the situation and what the best thing for the two of you is. Again, he isn’t happy that you guys are bringing a kid into this- but who the hell would be? but he sure as hell won’t take that out on the kid, he thinks that’s the most pathetic thing you can do as a parent.

-”look, our situation is shitty but I’m not leaving you to raise the brat on your own”

How he is as a father

- I’m not going to lie to you, he is not the type to coddle his kid or show them a lot of affection. To be honest he doesn’t know a single thing about parenting, the only “parent” he had taught him violence and then left Levi to fend for himself- but he does know that most children don’t grow up around violence so he refuses to be even the slightest bit like his uncle Kenny.

- 100% calls his kid brat, ankle-biter, kid...you name it- but he doesn’t mean it in a derogatory way because deep down inside he still has a soft spot for the kid. 

-He rarely ever shows physical affection to the kid because he just doesn’t know how, he never knew the affectionate touch of another human until you came along. That’s not to say that he doesn’t love his kid- he would sacrifice his life without second thought to protect them.

-He doesn’t realize how distant and cold he can be to his kid until he overhears them crying to you about how “daddy doesn’t love me” and his heart just shatters into a million pieces because he DOES love them but for the life of him he just can’t find a way to show it.

-Levi ends up sitting down with the kid and having a conversation that was long overdue (for reference the kid is now 7 years old) and he admits that he loves them more than anything for the first time.

-Your kid just stares at him for a second and blinks because this is the VERY FIRST TIME they’re hearing their dad say I love you- Levi nearly has a heart attack when the kid launches themselves into his chest and starts sobbing.

-For the very first time in 7 years this kid is finally experiencing the love from their father (besides awkward headpats) and the feeling is just so foreign to both of them that even Levi sniffles a little bit

-Levi silently rocks them back and forth while he rubs their back, the child’s sobs turning into soft sniffles. But what Levi says next shocks all three of you.

“I’m sorry for being a terrible father. forgive me little one?”

-You don’t know what shocks you more- the fact he apologized or that he called your child “little one” instead of the usual “brat”. The kid looks at him while wiping their tears away.

“you’re not a bad daddy. I love you papa”

-To this day Levi swears he just had watery eyes because of the dust but you know damn well they were fat tears rolling down his face

-After this incident Levi swears to himself that he’ll be a more affectionate father, a father who tells his kid that he’s proud of them, a father who their kid can rely on.

-He’s tough on his kid and never lets them slack off, he scolds them whenever they make bad choices and sometimes your kid says he’s got a stick up his ass (you lightly scold them but the two of you always end up laughing because it’s true) but your husband deeply cares for your child and does it so they can grow into the best version of themselves.

-Did I mention that he absolutely flips the fuck out when your kid brings home Eren’s kid to introduce you to them? You have to sit on him to make sure that he doesn’t strangle the poor bastard. 

“If that son of a bitch is anything like his father then they’re going home in a bodybag!” “Levi you can’t threaten them just because they’re Eren’s kid!” “Like hell I can’t! nobody is good enough for our child”

-Your kid quickly learns that they can’t bring their significant other home while Levi is there- unless they have a death wish. The two of you team up to keep Levi distracted for a few hours while the couple chills in your living room

-Your kid swears like a sailor (just like their dad) and Levi swears on his life that he’s not the one that taught them that.

“What the hell do you mean? I didn’t do shit! I don’t fucking know where they picked that up from!” *cue you looking into the camera*

-He’s so damn proud when he see’s his kid graduate at the top of their class. He doesn’t scream at the top of his lungs when your kid walks across the stage but he pulls them to the side after and congratulates them with a small smile on his face

“Good job. I’m proud of you, damn brat”

-Gives them one of his rare Levi hugs and the kid nearly drops the diploma in shock because “wtf dad never hugs me”

-You have to pinch his side multiple times during your kid and Eren’s kids wedding because he won’t shut the hell up with snarky remarks

“Say no goddamnit!” *you pinch him* 

“Ow son of a bitch! what the fuck Y/n?”

 “Would you shut the hell up and be happy for our child on their wedding day?!” 

“I would if our child had taste and picked someone el- OW FUCK!” 

“Shut the fuck up already and behave, Levi!”

-He grumbles while the rest of the former cadets and captains laugh at his sour look

Silly headcanons

-God could you imagine Levi and your kid sitting at the dinner table, it’s almost midnight and they’re arguing over a homework question neither of them understand. This is the night both of you hear your kid swear

“What the hell is this shit? Improper fractions are made-up bullshit”

“If you don’t know then how the fuck am I suppose to know?”

-It’s so silent you can hear a pin drop

“Levi come here for a second”

“Shit...finish this while I’m gone, brat”

-Your kid laughs their ass off while you pull Levi’s ear and drag him to your shared room

‘Yeah keep fucking laughing at your dad, brat!”

“LEVI!”

-An absolute nightmare when it comes to cleaning oh my god both you and your kid wanna kill him sometimes

“This shit isn’t clean, you wipe it down six times and then place it at an angle”

“Levi it’s a fucking T.V. Remote”

-The war ended years ago now and he tells your kid about all the titans he killed and the ass he kicked

“And then I sliced that ugly bastard titan’s head clean off!”

“Levi for someone who’s a clean freak your stories sure are gross”

-The noise the toaster makes when it’s done scares the shit out of him. He’ll be in the middle of scolding your kid and then he jumps because the toaster is done and your kid just thinks it’s comedic gold

“I fucking told you not to do that shit but you went and did it anyways, do you know how irresponsi-FUCK! damn toaster- Hey stop laughing brat I’m not done yet!”

That’s all I’ve got for now- stay tuned

#levi ackerman #levi x you #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #captain levi #levi headcanons #levi ackerman headcanons #attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #levi ackerman fluff #levi fluff #captain levi headcanons #eren x reader #armin x reader #sasha x reader #jean x reader #marco x reader #snk x reader #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #anime headcanons #anime #erwin x reader #erwin x you #levi ackerman angst #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi aot #reiner x reader #bertholdt x reader

[f1nalboys]

Simple Pleasures - Chapter Five

chapter four

chapter six

Randy Meeks x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1773

WARNINGS: nsfw mention, cheating mentioned, established relationship (billy and reader), cursing, just a lot of emotions i guess, readers going through it, randys moving on, not proofread

Three weeks. That’s how long it’s been without being able to feel Randy’s touch, to hear his laugh, see the freckles littering his face. Being with Billy was the right decision, but why did it feel so bad?

For those three weeks you tried your hardest to forget about Randy. Not completely, but in the ways you needed to. You focused on Billy and your relationship and it distracted you only for a little bit. As far as Billy was concerned, the relationship was the best it’s been in months. 

The moment it hit you that you were completely and utterly done with Randy was week three, day two, hour fourteen. He was late meeting the group at the mall and when he showed up he looked disheveled and dazed. Stu, being Stu, started to tease him.

“Where’ve you been, Randy? You look like you just got done having sex,” He snorted at his own shitty joke and Randy scoffed, but the blush spreading across his cheeks said otherwise. It made you feel sick to your stomach. “Holy. Shit. You did just get done fucking someone! Spill, man!”

“There’s nothing to spill,” Randy muttered and all that did was cement the fact that there was something. Billy and Stu kept bugging him the rest of the day, Tatum and Sidney joining in eventually. You stayed out of it, your mind drifting to who Randy could be seeing. Were they good to him? How long had he been seeing them? 

After an agonizing four hours, Randy cracked. “Alright, alright! Christ, you four are annoying.” Billy and you were sitting beside each other, his arms around your shoulder, and you kept picking at your food hoping he wouldn’t say a fucking word. “I’ve been seeing someone for like, a week. It’s not that big of a deal,”

“What’s their name? How come you didn’t tell us? Oh my God, Randy,” Tatum asked with a fake gasp, her hand over her heart. “Are you embarrassed of us?” Randy throws a fry at her with a smile, one that you’d normally get butterflies over but now all it did was make your heart break in half.

“No, it’s just… I don’t know, it’s nothing serious yet, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Her name’s Tara, I met her at the video store,” He was smiling at the thought of this girl and you couldn’t breathe and it took everything in you to not get up, yell, cry, anything to show how much you were hurting. “And, uh, we were in the middle of something when I remembered I was supposed to meet you guys. Not sex, just making out.”

Stu groaned in annoyance and Tatum elbows him in the side. “Man, Randy, if you were in the middle of getting laid you could’ve skipped out on this little hang out. Trust me, I would.” He wraps his arms around Tatum and planted a sloppy kiss onto her neck. 

“I wasn’t about to get laid, asshat. We’re not even close to that point.”

“Randy, my dear old boy, are you a virgin?” Billy asked and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. The others laughed and so did Randy, but you couldn’t find it in you to humor the situation. “It’s alright if you are, some people are just late bloomers.”

“Get bent, Loomis.” Billy laughed, giving your arm a squeeze. He hadn’t noticed your quietness tonight and you weren’t sure if that bothered you or eased your worries. Randy seemed to notice though. He always did. He shoots you a concerned look, one that lasted for a split second, before he turned back to the group. “And I’m not a virgin, thank you very much.”

Billy laughed, nodding his head and popping a fry into his mouth. “Riiiiight. Sure. Tell us about her, then. Tell us everything,”

“And we mean everything,” Stu chimed in with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Tatum elbowed him in the side once more but her smile betrayed her. Sidney, who was sitting beside Randy, nudged him with her shoulder.

“C’mon, Randy! We would love to hear about your sexscapds,”

Randy rolled his eyes but you knew he wasn’t annoyed. “You all are so gross. What do you want to know?”

As the other four think, you felt your stomach twist and turn. He was going to be talking about you. The first time you and he had fucked, he told you with a nervous smile that he was a virgin. You were his only experience and now your boyfriend was going to hear all about what you and Randy did behind his back and he wouldn’t even know.

“Ooh, I got one! What was your first time like,” Tatum questioned, placing her head in her hand. Another glance from Randy caused you to shift in your seat and Billy placed a kiss onto your cheek, whispering into your ear to ask if you were alright. All you could do was smile and nod because you were afraid of what would come out if you tried to speak.

“It was at that bonfire last year. Me and her, we went up in one of the rooms and had sex.”

“How was it?”

“Good,” Randy’s eyes lit up and you felt the heat pooling in your stomach thinking about that night. “Better than good, actually. She was amazing. Really fucking beautiful, too.”

Stu made kissy noises, earning a middle finger from Randy. “How good was she? C’mon man, we want details!”

“You’re such a pig, Stu,” Sidney said with a scowl, though she looked at Randy with a cocked eyebrow. “Well?”

“She was great. Not to be gross or anything, but she was tight, I mean every time I slid in her after that, it was like the first time,” Your face burned hot and you met Randy’s eyes. He was enjoying this. His eyes were lit up with some fucked up sense of happiness, like talking about your body in front of everyone was some kind of fantasy of his. What was worse was how much it was affecting you too.

“What about your riskiest hook up?” Stu questioned and again, Randy met your eyes with a smile. You knew what he was going to say before he even opened his fucking mouth.

Holding onto his drink, he wets his bottom lip with his tongue. “Remember that drive in we had the other week?” A chorus of ‘oooh’s’ surrounded you, swirling in your head, moving up your throat along with the bile. “Yeah, yeah. Anyways, when I left to go get some food, she was over there and we went into the woods and-”

“And you fucked her?” Tatum seemed interested in this story and you barely caught the look she gave you.

“No, she sucked me off. We actually got caught by this drunk guy, but I think he was too hammered to know what was going on. Doesn’t matter, though, because she had just swallowed my cum seconds before he showed up.”

You stood up quickly, your chair scooting backwards against the linoleum floor. All five of them gave you concerned looks, Billy’s and Randy’s burning into your skin worse than the others. “I need to go to the bathroom, I don’t feel too good.”

Without waiting for so much as an acknowledgement you’re off, practically running to the closest bathroom with tears burning at your eyes. The bathroom was thankfully empty and you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a sob escaping your throat. 

Hearing Randy talk about you hurts. You weren’t sure why; maybe it was because he was using you as a ‘gotcha,’ or maybe it was the fact moments before that he had mentioned another girl and that meant he had moved on from you, or maybe it was because you were ashamed of how wet you were getting as he recounted your sex to your friends and boyfriend without them so much as suspecting. 

“Y/N?” Tatum knocked lightly on the bathroom door and you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands roughly. You opened the door for her and she slipped inside, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. “You alright? What’s wrong?”

“So much,” You said, burying your head into her shoulder. She rubs soothing circles on your back, letting you cry it out. She wasn’t going to force you to talk, but you knew she had questions.

Tatum was your closest friend and it’s sucked not being able to tell her about Randy. If there hadn’t been Billy, you would have been gushing about him since that night. “Is it Randy?” You move off of her, your eyebrows scrunched together and she gives you a sad smile with a roll of her eyes. “Come on, Y/N, I’m your best friend. I can always tell when you’re not telling me the truth and I know something happened between you and Randy. Spill.”

And so you did. You told her everything, starting from that first night and ending at what happened just minutes before. She remained silent and by the time you finished talking you were exhausted. You wanted to collapse into a heap on the floor and sleep until you could forget about him.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” You respond, leaning back against the sinks with a sigh. “Holy shit.”

“So… what are you going to do?” You shrugged. You had no fucking idea. She sighed, coming to stand beside you and you leaned over to rest your head on her shoulder. “This is for the best.”

Her words sting. “Is it? What happens if I can’t stop thinking about him? Or if Billy ever finds out? Or-”

“Stop.” Tatum cuts you off, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set. You were about to get the cold hard truth. “You made a decision that night. Was it the right one? I don’t know. You love Randy, that much is obvious, but you broke up with him to be with Billy. You owe it to him to either tell him the truth, break up with him, or take it to your fucking grave. 

“You’re going to hurt someone no matter the decision you make, Y/N. It’s up to you to decide who it’s going to be; Billy, Randy, or you.” 

With that, Tatum gave you a kiss on the cheek, squeezing your arm before turning on her heel and leaving you alone in the bathroom with your regrets and thoughts taking her place.

Who was going to get hurt? 

#scream #scream 1 #scream 2 #scream 1996 #scream 1997 #randy meeks #simple pleasures masterlist #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks x y/n #billy loomis x reader #scream au #idk what other tags to use lol #billy loomis #tatum riley #stu macher #sidney prescott #f1nalboys masterlist #f1nalboys writing #f1nalboys works

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Cheryl//maple syrup

Request: Can you do the secret and sins when Veronica comments on the Cheryl’s twincest and the reader defends Cheryl even though the reader kinda diss likes Cheryl.

hey! how is everyone? i hope you’re all well and good! i may have slightly cheated a bit and copy and pasted a previously written out bit from another request where they’re playing secrets and sins. but that’s only because i didn’t see the point in writing the same dialogue again. anywayyyy enjoy! 

It seems that whenever Cheryl Blossom arrives at a party, the party atmosphere disappears. Maybe it’s her grating personality or overbearing need to be liked, whatever it is, within ten minutes of her and Chuck gate crashing Jughead’s unwanted birthday party, there’s already tension. 

Which is not made any better by the suggestion of secrets & sins. Your friends are gathered in a circle in the living room, while you sit off to the side. You want to eavesdrop, but you don’t want to reveal your deepest, darkest secrets, not to your best friends and definitely not to Cheryl. 

It’s clear everyone that’s been roped into this stupid game doesn’t want to be there. Betty shifts in her seat uncomfortably and stares at you with pleading eyes. You shoot her an unsure smile back before taking a sip of your drink and she drops your gaze, glancing at Archie before staring down at the floor. 

Cheryl is the only one that looks like she’s enjoying herself, but you’re not surprised. Chaos and the chance to get dirt on everyone so she can control them even more than she already does is what Cheryl lives for.

You glare at the red-head, who’s smiling brightly as she looks around at her victims and when her eyes land on you, her eyes narrow and the smile is replaced by a smirk. 

“What’s wrong Y/n? Did nobody pick you to be on their team?” She asks, her bright red lips forming a perfect pout and you can’t help but stare at them for a few seconds longer than you should. You feel your face heat up and look away, blaming the alcohol for the affects you’re feeling and refusing to believe that you’ve just thought of Cheryl Blossom as attractive. 

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought and you lips pull into a pout as you stare down at the now empty cup in your hands. You scratch at the plastic and listen to the mumbles and whispers of the teenagers stood and sat around you. 

Whoever isn’t partaking in Secrets and Sins, have gathered around to watch and judge, and you can’t help but lean in a little closer, they may be some of your closest friends, but you can’t help wanting to know what they’ve been hiding from one another...you’re only human and at least you’re not as bad as Cheryl. 

Cheryl lives of rumours. Like Gretchen Wieners with smaller and redder hair. 

“What the hell is Secrets and Sins?” Jughead asks, all eyes on Cheryl as she moves around in a circle, eyeing everyone suspiciously as she starts to explain the rules. 

“Its a variation on Truth or Dare…in which we own our truths by telling it like it is. I’ll start the game with…Veronica Lodge.” She smirks and you roll your eyes at her. 

“Naturally.” Veronica sighs and you pat her shoulder. 

“Let’s begin with the day you and your mob wife of a mother came to town for a so-called fresh start.” She says, her eyes filled with accusations and anger before she’s even gotten to her question. 

You really don’t know why so many people like her, well you do, it’s because she’s rich and she bullies people into being her friend because she’s unable to make them any other way. 

She’s snobby, spoilt and just plain mean, but that doesn’t stop you from sometimes staring at her for longer than you want to and definitely should. 

“Tell us Veronica, what’s so fresh about defiling Archie Andrews in a closet?”

“That was your doing.” She replies confused, her arms crossed defensively against her chest.

“Moving on to dear Daddy Lodge…” She interrupts, getting more and more angry by the second. “Isn’t it true that your father, from prison, illegally purchased the drive-in land? Which makes me wonder, what else is he doing behind bars?” She continues and you glance to your side at Joaquin, who shares a very suspicious look with FP

“Well, I can’t speak for my father…but I can think of someone with a very dirty secret. Specifically, Cheryl killing her very own brother.” The tension in the room shifts and your eyes widen. 

As much as you dislike Cheryl, you know how close her and Jason were and you knew how much it hurt and how she’s still hurting now because of his death. You’ve seen her crying underneath the bleachers after school, you see how her eyes are a little more dull than they used to be. They don’t sparkle as much when she talks and when she’s not spreading hate, she’s just not saying anything at all. 

She smiles less when with her friends, and sometimes you think the only reason she’s horrible to people is so she can feel something. But that doesn’t excuse it and so you shake your head and earn a few confused looks as you try to stop yourself from defending Cheryl Majorie Blossom. 

“Everyone knows how much I loved my brother.” Cheryl defends herself.

“Exactly.” Veronica replies. “But did you love him, maybe in ways that a sister shouldn’t love a brother?” She continues and you watch as Cheryl becomes more and more upset. “And as you got older, Jason started to think it was strange, unnatural. So he chose Polly over you. So you shot him between the eyes with one of your father’s many hunting rifles.”

Her shoulders slump a little and her bottom lip quivers as she looks around the room helplessly. The confident look she usually has, has slipped off like a mask, revealing a very sad girl underneath and suddenly you find yourself standing up. 

“That’s enough Veronica.” You say, surprising everyone, including Cheryl. “Just leave her alone, it’s not worth it.” You add quietly and slowly sit back down again. 

Veronica hold her hands up in defence and you force a smile before going back to picking at the plastic of your cup. 

“I don’t need you to defend me.” Cheryl seethes, her eyes full of hatred as she looks at you, and for some reason it stings. You’re used to her not liking you, but her hating you, hurts you for some unknown reason and you have to take a few deep breaths in order to stop the ache in your chest. 

“This game is sick.” Dilton adds and Cheryl uses the distraction to wipe away the tears on her cheek. “I wanna go next.” He adds making everyone look at him.

“Thats the spirit, Doiley. What secrets do you have to reveal to us?” Chuck grins. 

“I saw Ms. Grundy’s car by Sweetwater River the day Jason went missing.” He says and everyone gasps. People mumble and whisper around you and Cheryl stares straight at Dilton, her eyes narrow. “I told Betty and Jughead, and then Ms. Grundy quit her job and left Riverdale, like, two days later. And let’s not forget that Archie was also at Sweetwater River that morning.”

“Oh, my God.” Cheryl whips her head round to look at Archie. “Colour me shocked. Archie Andrews, is that why you became a mediocre musician overnight? Because you and Ms. Four-Eyes were pulling a Mary Kay Letourneau?”

“Don’t say anything. Don’t get in the gutter with them.” Veronica mutters while glaring at Cheryl. 

“Wait, what? Andrews was banging a teacher?” Chuck asks, his tone a mix of surprise and impressed and you roll your eyes at him. “I wish I would’ve known. I would have added you and Ms. Grundy to the book of conquests.”

“Classy, Chuck, as always.”

“Wait a second.” Cheryl interrupts. “That also explains why Archie can’t seem to keep a girlfriend to save his life. He’s got serious mommy issues. Anything to say for yourself Arch? Were you a victim or a perpetrator?”

“Dilton Doiley plays with guns.” Betty tries to change the subject but she’s immediately shut down.

“Big whoop, Betty. So Doiley’s a psychopath. Everyone knows that.”  

“Well, I guess it’s my turn now. Boy, do I have a twisted secret to reveal, starring Betty Cooper.”

“Leave her the hell alone, Chuck.” Archie threatens.

“Shut up, Andrews.” He replies. “Look, you may get a free peep show every night, but you do not know her. Hell, Betty doesn’t even know herself. Everybody knows why I got suspended, but what you don’t know...she dressed up like a hooker, in a God-awful black wig, drugged me, handcuffed me in the Jacuzzi, and well, I almost drowned until she got me to say what she wanted to hear. And then she really lost it. She actually thought she was Polly. But, hey, you knew all about this right, Jughead?” He asks. For a second, the question hangs in the air, everyone trying to figure out what to say next and how to process what they’ve just been told. 

But then Jughead leaps forward at punches Chuck in face causing all hell to break loose. Everyone stands and FP shoves races forward to grab Chuck and throw him outside. 

While everyone else follows them outside, eagerly awaiting a fight, you stay back and watch as Cheryl disappears upstairs, quietly sniffling as she goes. You look at the front door and then at the stairs and sigh, knowing that this is not gonna end well. She’s gonna insult you and tell you to leave her alone, but at least you can say you tried to help and then you won’t feel bad. 

So you glance at the door one more time and pray that at least one person is filming whatever is happening out there, before wandering up the stairs in search for Cheryl. 

The slight scent of maple syrup and the sound of faint cries coming from the bathroom lets you know where she’s hiding and you quietly creep along the slightly creaky floorboards, trying to remember which ones to avoid after years of practice when sneaking into Archie’s room in order to break him out. 

You stop outside of the bathroom, light coming out of the cracks of the door and your hand hovers over the handle. 

“Whoever is out there, go away.” She sniffles and you roll your eyes. 

Turning on your heel, you start to walk away, but then you hear her sob and it makes you freeze. 

You let out a quiet groan and curse the side of you that can’t leave people that are crying alone, before making your way back to the bathroom and slowly opening the door. 

The first thing you see as you duck your hear around the door is Cheryl sat on the side of the bath. Her hands gripping the edges so hard that her knuckles have turned white. He hair has fallen in front of her face and you watch as she her shoulder shake and tears drip onto the bath mat. 

“Cheryl?” You whisper and she looks up, her eyes wide as she quickly scrambles to wipe away the tears that have ruined her makeup. “Are you okay?” You ask and walk into the room. You close the door behind you and lean against it and her expression hardens. 

“I’m having the best time.” She deadpans and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. God is she stubborn. 

“Look, I know we’re not exactly best friends. Most of the time, I don’t really like to be around you-” 

“Is this supposed to be making me feel better?” She asks and you shrug. 

“But you know that if you need someone to talk to that won’t judge you or really know anything about you, you can. I’ll just sit and listen and you can cry or rant or I dunno. Just, know you’re not alone. You may not get along with everyone in this town, but we will all be here for you if you need us, all you have to do is ask.” You say honestly but anxiously while playing with your fingers. 

She looks at you surprised, her lips part as if she’s going to say something and you’re sure she’s going to tell you to shut up and leave her alone, but instead she says thank you and you feel yourself relax a little. 

“It’s okay.” You nod. “And for the record, what Veronica said was out of line. Everyone knows how much Jason meant to you and for her to say that is just wrong. We all know you loved your brother...a normal amount.” You add the last bit quietly and she stares at you for a few seconds before a smile twitches at her lips. “Would you like me to leave you alone now?” You ask and she shakes her head. You look around the small bathroom, trying to figure out the best place to sit and she moves along a little so you can sit beside her. “Would you like me to sit with you until you feel better?” You ask and she nods slowly, her lip wobbling again. 

You sit beside her, place a gentle hand over hers and the two of you fall into a slightly awkward but not as bad as you thought it would be, silence. 

After ten minutes, Cheryl stands and makes her way over to the mirror. She swipes her fingers under her eyes to try and get rid of her ruined mascara before messing with her hair to try and get it back to looking like normal. 

“Do I look okay?” She turns to you and stands with her arms by her side. Your breath hitches when you look at her and you wonder how she looks so pretty even in the most unflattering light that is Archie Andrews’ bathroom. 

You stand in front of her and slowly tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and you watch as she takes a shaky breath. 

“Can I?” You ask, your fingers centimetres away from her cheek and she nods slowly, her eyes locked with yours and you feel yourself growing warm from the intensity. “There.” You smile once you’ve wiped a bit of mascara away from her cheek. 

She grabs her bag and pulls her lipstick from it, but when she goes to apply it, her hands shake and you take it from her gently. 

Your lips darts out between your tongue as you concentrate on keeping the lipstick in the lines, and you can feel her warm breath on your cheek. 

“There!” You smile proudly once your finished, but she grabs your arm before you can pull away properly as her lips connect with yours in an almost frantic kiss.

You gasp a little and then relax and kiss back just as frantically, but she pulls away after a few seconds and the two of you stare at each other wide-eyed and breathless. 

“Your lipstick’s ruined.” You whisper and her lips curl into a smile. 

“Worth it.” She replies before pulling you close to her and kissing you again. 

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[bokugaos]

‣ for @shoyokuns

dear mous, first of all, I LOAF YOU SO FCKIN MOUSCH!!! thank you for being there for me so many times AND LITERALLY for EVERYTHING ELSE. thank you for staying even when im at my most annoying!! whenever I need any mental or emotional support (and academia support), you’re always there. I FEEL LIKE I GOT YOU AS MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT yknow. i am incredibly lucky to have found you <33

TO THE LOAF OF MY LIFE, MY ENABLER, MY ONE TRUE MOUS, THE ONE I LOVE THE MOUSTEST. 

(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

tw — noncon/dubcon, threesome, holly jolly dp, bondage, his foot on your face ♡ 

— yandere kageyama x f!reader x hinata —

“I’m sorry.”

Hinata’s voice is wavering, hesitant, but you hear it for what it is. Not that you can call him out on it with how deep he is ramming his fat cock into your throat. His grip on your hair is not nearly excruciating enough to make you cry, no—it was the lack of air that brings you to tears—which you don’t blink out of the way so you don’t have to see that dark, lust-hazed look in his eyes. He is not barely the Hinata you used to know. 

Your hands are strained, rubbing painfully against the rope that secured them behind your back. Even if your wrists are not bound, you are too weak from Kageyama’s abuse and all the things he previously inflicted on you to even try to fight back. All you can do is dig your knees into the cold floor, praying that would be enough to brace yourself against the wild movements of Hinata’s hips.

From the corner of your eyes, you can tell Kageyama is watching, the disgusting expression on his face smug and overcome with satisfaction as he stroked himself to the sight of Hinata forcing himself on you.

This isn’t the first time he’s done this, having brought his old friend on you a few times before today, all to keep you in line. Hinata’s an unwilling participant in your humiliation, he only goes along with it because he keeps his own survival in his own interest, just like how you obediently do everything you are told to just so you could save your own skin.

But over time, as the situation grows more and more hopeless, he begins to lose himself in the pleasure of it. Rather than going along with the bidding just to survive, you can tell that he’s starting to enjoy the depravity. You watch as he he succumbs to Kageyama’s twisted will, and seeing him convince himself that he is still going along with it and not getting pleasure out of it at all is painful. Because you know that, in fact, he is.

It takes some gagging and brushing your teeth against his shaft to make him relent. Hinata looks like a possessed man, hunched over and breathing hard. The other has a half-lidded expression as his hand still idly strokes his cock. “When are you going to fuck her?”

Hinata turns back to you with what he probably hoped came off as doubt, but your heart clenches when you realize it is excitement. You cannot even express your disgust before he turns you over, pulling your ass backwards and snug against his pelvis so he can line himself up with your entrance. There is a brief moment of gratitude for having been forced to suck him off since your saliva on his dick is the only lubrication you’ll have. With only a few strokes against your pussy lips, he sinks his cock inside you, all in one thrust.

By now, you know better than to give the two men the pleasure of hearing you cry. You purse your lips tight to bite back all whimpers and moans behind your teeth, but it is getting really difficult to keep everything there with how savagely he is pounding into you. And just as you were on the verge of squealing out like a bitch in heat, Kageyama decides that it is a good time to join in on your fun.

You look up when you hear the footsteps come closer, but you are immediately forced back onto the ground by the impact of a foot against the side of your head. Baring your teeth from the strain, you manage to angle yourself that you can just get a glimpse at the underside of his heavy cock and the arrogant look on his face.

“Feel good?” his rough tone from earlier is gone and he is now softly whispering to you, but it still makes you sick. When you don’t answer, he nudges the side of your face with his foot in condescension, “Guess one isn’t enough for you.”

You stiffen; almost sighing in relief amidst your panic when Hinata pulls out of you. You cannot see him with how your head is angled, but you feel him shift from where he’s behind you. Once he is settled in the new position, he lifts you by your thighs, spreading them wide and exposing the area where you are joined.

Kageyama braces a rough palm against the back of your knee while he attempts to force himself into your other hole, even though you are already so full, and that itself is enough to make you start begging. “No, please don’t–”

You don’t think your body would even be able to accommodate them both at the same time, but he pushes you anyway, and it hurts. You howl in pain and thrashes violently against your restraints to try to get them away from you, but of course, it was to no avail. They have you at their mercy, and that is something they don’t intend to show you any time soon.

Kageyama can feel Hinata’s cock pressed up against him; separated only by a small membrane that still lets him feel the thick, quick pulse of blood going through his cock.

You’re moaning incoherently, long and drawn out, like a wounded pet, and in a show of kindness, Kageyama leans down to rub his hand against your cheek; drags big hands up your sides and then down again; feeling the soft surface of your skin as they follow your curves.

God, you are gorgeous.

What is he going to do if he doesn’t kidnap you here in the first place? You’ve drifted apart after you got to college, making new friends and meeting other men. You didn’t want to give him the time of day, least of all let him come anywhere near you with his dick. It’s all your fault, really, and that’s why he has to keep punishing you.

You clench your eyes shut to avoid having to look into Kageyama’s lust-filled eyes as he used you like a closed fist. But then comes the feeling of Hinata’s breath against the shell of your ear, followed by a kiss there, probably a fake apologetic gesture from the man. And just as you thought that is going to help distract you momentarily, Kageyama pushes in deeper; making you spread around him to accommodate their big cocks. For a second there, he thinks you are going to hyperventilate with how quickly you are panting. But he doesn’t really care.

“Feels good, right?” he croons, eyeing Hinata’s face across your shoulder. The other man is red and sweaty, looking like he’s hanging on by the skin of his teeth to not explode too early in the tightening grip of your inner walls. “A slut like you loves being stuffed like this, don’t you?”

You do.

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[whumpmatsus]

Karamatsu getting fed up with Ichi? Leading to tears being shed. I love that content. Lol

hehehe I'm a slut for Iromatsu, I LOVE these two!!

I wasn't sure which one of them you wanted to cry, so... have both of them shedding some tears, which is always nice, two for the price one one, huh? :D

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He tries.

Karamatsu tries so hard not to let his younger brother’s strange hatred upset him.

What did he ever do to Ichimatsu, after all? Sure, Karamatsu is a… ‘painful’ guy, as he’s been told, in general. He can’t remember doing anything in particular to Ichimatsu that he hasn’t also done to his other brothers, though. And as much as he can acknowledge he’s not perfect, all he’s ever really tried to do is love his brothers, take care of them, and try to be happy himself.

The others at least have the good sense to ignore him if he’s doing something a little excruciating. Ichimatsu, though… Karamatsu thinks he’d rather be ignored than hated and insulted.

Like today. The others are all out with their own plans ― Jyushimatsu playing baseball, Osomatsu gambling, Choromatsu job hunting, and Totty at lunch with friends. Karamatsu has been left alone with Ichimatsu, via his own choice. His younger brother has just barely gotten over a cold that, by some miracle, none of the others managed to catch.

Instead of leaving like everyone else, what has Karamatsu been doing? Staying at home trying to look after Ichimatsu. Even though he’s not really sick anymore. Even though Ichimatsu isn’t doing much except reading magazines and cuddling with his cats and nodding off every so often. Even though Karamatsu could be doing something else.

Ichimatsu seems like he couldn’t care less that his big brother stayed behind to watch him while everyone else abandoned him. Karamatsu is the only one who had any second thought as to watching after him. Every touch against his forehead is slapped away in an instant, every query about him needing anything is met with a scowl and a, “Shut up”, and… all in all, it appears Ichimatsu would be happier if he were all by himself. He’d rather be alone than with Karamatsu.

They’ve both been quiet for a long stretch, awkward in each other’s company. At least they’ve distracted themselves with a magazine each, so maybe Ichimatsu can tolerate Karamatsu as long as he’s not speaking.

There are a few little coughs from Ichimatsu’s direction, like he’s been giving all day; a cough is usually the last thing to go for him when he’s been sick. Instead of tapering off as they’ve been doing, he continues to cough, sounding like he can’t catch his breath. When Karamatsu looks over, Ichimatsu is half curled in on himself, shoulders shaking as he tries to get past the fit.

The second eldest is on his feet in a second, stepping over toward the sofa. “Ah, Ichimatsu, my dear brother! Would you like me to get you a drink? Some tea with umeboshi might soothe that―”

“G―ahk―od, get AWAY FROM ME!” Before he can get too far, Ichimatsu shoves him away even in the middle of coughing. Only a moment later he’s taking regular breaths again, though apparently no less pissed. “I don’t need any tea. I’m fine! And in case you didn’t notice, you’re not Mom, so you can stop acting like a mother hen! Actually, just die!”

It’s nothing Ichimatsu hasn’t said before, to be completely honest. He’s pushed Karamatsu away more times than anyone in this family can count. It shouldn’t really be a surprise, should it? He doesn’t like Karamatsu too near him at the best of times, unless they’re sleeping, never mind when he’s already irritated.

Still, for some reason, something inside Karamatsu snaps at this outburst.

There are already tears forming when he pulls away, clenching fists, heels digging into the floor. He can’t explain it; something about the way his little brother just yelled at him hurt more than anything else.

“Why do I even bother with you?!” His voice comes out harsher and rougher than he meant it to. If anyone else were listening in, it would be evident that he’s on the verge of crying. He loves his brothers more than anything, including Ichimatsu, he loves them all more than he loves himself. It’s never made sense to him why Ichimatsu seems to hate him more than anything. It’s frustrating. If Ichimatsu doesn’t want him around, maybe he should just leave.

And he can’t help it, the way the tears start to stream down his cheeks. The last time he cried in front of his brothers was… high school, or shortly after in the next few years? It hasn’t happened in a long time. That it’s happening now, in front of Ichimatsu who can’t stand him, who doesn’t care, is just another nail in Karamatsu’s pathetic coffin.

“I love you so much, and you couldn’t give less of a damn about me!” He presses a hand to his eyes in an attempt to stem the tears like he might if they were blood, but predictably it doesn’t work.

His heart is pounding frantically against his ribs, panicking that he’s losing his cool exterior in front of the one brother who will never let him live it down, anxious that he’s done something so wrong to make one of his siblings hate him so much. He doesn’t know what and he can’t fix it and maybe he should just give Ichimatsu what he wants.

Everything is eerily silent as Karamatsu continues to cry. After a moment it dies down to nothing but a few shuddering sobs, and when he looks at his little brother through blurry eyes, he thinks Ichimatsu looks… uncomfortable?

Well. Fucking. Good. He should be uncomfortable.

Finally, when Karamatsu is breathing normally enough to say something, he tries to steel himself against the carpet, legs straight as he can get them, fists tight, trying not to buckle and end up in a heap on the floor. He looks at Ichimatsu with what’s possibly the most pitiful expression he’s ever given anyone.

“What… what have I done wrong?” he manages to choke out, in such a smaller voice than his usual one that it almost doesn’t even sound like him. “How have I failed you to make you hate me so much?”

“Wh―” Ichimatsu actually seems to be startled. He’s all wide eyes and body halfway off the couch as if he’s going to stand up and his expression might be more at home on someone who’s just been stabbed in the back. “You didn’t… I’m not… i-it’s not like that!”

Excuses, right? That’s all Ichimatsu ever seems to give. “Then what is it like, Ichimatsu?! I must have done something!”

“You’re such a dumbass! God! Not everything is about you!” Ichimatsu suddenly changes position, curling up into a ball as much as he’s able to. It’s a few seconds before he says anything, and when he does, it sounds… like he’s crying?

“You didn’t do anything,” he mumbles. “It’s me. It’s my problem. I’m the asshole. You’re painful and I can’t stand you sometimes and I don’t… I can’t… it’s not anything you did. It’s my stupid, garbage bullshit. You know I’m the worst of us all and you still think how I feel is because you did something wrong?”

All the wind is out of Karamatsu’s sails practically in an instant. He never considered before that Ichimatsu’s feelings about him could notbe his fault. After all, Ichimatsu is fine with the rest of their brothers. It’s only Karamatsu that he has a real, burning issue with. So how could he not think he’s done something to cause that?

After another few minutes of quiet, Karamatsu walks over and sits down next to Ichimatsu. Far enough away that he isn’t pressed up against his brother when Ichimatsu might not want that, close enough that it’s undeniable he’s here. He gently places the box of tissues from the table between them, taking one to wipe his own eyes.

He has a feeling they might end up needing these.

When he speaks up, he does so softly. “Ichimatsu… I think we need to talk. Just you and I.”

Ichimatsu lifts his head after a moment. It’s not a huge gesture, but it’s something that doesn’t push Karamatsu away.

“… Yeah. You’re probably right. Can I… have a tissue first?”

#Osomatsu san #whump #Iromatsu #Karamatsu #Ichimatsu #emotional whump #drama #angst #aaaaaaa my poor boys ;-; #Ichi does love his big brother SO MUCH it's just............ so fuckin complicated #if I have to cry then you all have to cry with me

[jensenswinchester]

Lie to Me

Summary: The classic truth spell trope with a wicked twist.

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4948 

Warnings: Dean’s an asshole. Angst makes the world go ‘round. Insecurities briefly mentioned. Did I mention Dean’s an asshole? Fluff if you squint.

A/N: I’m back! This is my entry for @jawritter‘s Make Me Cry challenge and @deanwanddamons 2k Celebration! My prompts are in bold. I hope y’all enjoy!

It was no secret that Dean had changed since he took the Mark of Cain. He was more reckless than normal, which only progressed after taking out the entire Stine family for what they did to Charlie and almost did to Y/N. Y/N was in the bunker when the Stines invaded, resorting to hiding in one of the trunks of the classic cars in the garage to stay safe. Once Dean left Castiel bloody and battered in the library, he raced to the garage, having told Y/N not to move until he came for her. When he found her, his features only softened once he saw how terrified she was of him; the amount of blood covering his clothes and hands was enough to turn her stomach. Y/N, as usual, did her best to clean up the older Winchester, using it as a way to distract her from what happened only hours prior. When it was time to say goodbye to Charlie, Y/N separated herself from the brothers, the tension between them so thick you needed a chainsaw to cut through. Dean tossed some heated remarks to Sam and Y/N sank to the muddy ground, furious that this was happening in front of the pyre that held their dear friend. Dean stormed off and Sam came around to help her up, the pair watching the bow-legged hunter climb into his Impala and drive away.

Dean was angry, and the only way he knew how to release that anger was to hunt and kill whatever he could. He scoured the news, desperate to find something he could take down, preferably alone. He couldn’t look at Sam, blaming his brother for the death of his surrogate sister. He didn’t want to bring Y/N with him, he just wanted to drive, hunt, and kill.

Dean found a case, one that would hopefully settle the Mark’s need for blood and his own anger. The fact that it was a witch was an added bonus.

He left in the middle of the night when Sam and Y/N couldn’t try to stop him or tag along. He felt a little bad leaving Y/N behind but the Mark stung too badly for him to care at the moment. He wouldn’t be gone long, the case was only two states over, he’d back soon enough. 

In the bunker, Y/N was pissed that Dean was ignoring her calls. Sam expected it, he knew how angry Dean was, so he expected for his brother to ignore him, but Y/N? He adored her, for Dean to ignore her was unlike him. Y/N was confused, she wasn’t part of the plot to save Dean, Sam explicitly kept her out of the loop because he knew asking her to sneak behind Dean’s back was out of the question. She was loyal to the older Winchester, to a fault, and asking her to go against his wishes was more than even Sam could muster. 

Ever since the Stines invaded and killed Charlie, Y/N was thinking about her feelings for Dean. She called him immediately when they broke the door down and he’s the one who instructed her to hide in the garage; it was a plan the two agreed on for these situations. While she was hiding in the trunk of one of the vintage vehicles, all she could think about was that she could die and never be able to tell Dean how she felt. She decided then that she’d tell him, and soon. That’s why she was so upset that he left without telling her, it just prolonged her getting everything out in the open.

While the two waited in the bunker for Dean’s return, Dean handled the witch with ease. She tried at the last minute to hit him with what he assumed was a spell of sorts, but the witch killing bullet was in her before she could finish the incantation. He felt better, the Mark’s hunger was satiated, and there was one less witch causing trouble. A win all around, in his book.

Y/N was sitting in the library researching when the bunker door opened three days later. She was trying to keep the hurt and the anger at bay, still upset that Dean was ignoring her for reasons she couldn’t figure out while she was ready to tell him how she felt. Sam was out grabbing dinner, she assumed it was him.

“That was fast,” she remarked, getting up to help him unpack, until she was face to face with Dean. “Oh, not Sam. Welcome home.” She moved to greet him with a hug, only for him to step back out of her reach. Her face fell, Dean never rejected her touch, even with the Mark. “Dean?”

“Don’t touch me,” he growled, “I hate it when you throw yourself at me like that.”

“You…what? Since when?”

“Since forever. Just shows how clingy you are.”

Y/N stared in shock before letting her eyes cast to the floor, the heat in her cheeks so warm coupled with his venomous glare that she was growing physically uncomfortable before him. “I’m s-sorry. I didn’t realize…I thought we…I thought you and I…“

“What? You thought there was something here?” Dean motioned between the two of them. “Far from it.” He looked her over, his eyes running over her figure. “You think I’d ever want you?”

“I…I thought m-maybe…”

“Well I don’t. I don’t even want you here.”

“That’s not true,” she whispered, knowing if she was really that unwelcome, he’d have no problem kicking her out.

“True? You want the truth? Oh, sweetheart, you can’t handle the truth. But I’ll give it to you. Don’t you think if I wanted you, I’d have done something by now? You’re just another burden that was dumped on me that I didn’t ask for.” He paused, circling the war table, Y/N visibly shaking before him as she tried to keep herself composed, though it was obvious she was already broken at his words. “You’re always in the way, you know? You’re one more person I have to protect on hunts, since you’re not exactly reliable these days. Maybe if you were in shape you’d be less of a liability, then I wouldn’t have to constantly be saving your sorry ass-“

“Dean!” Sam barked, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Y/N hadn’t even heard him come in, the blood was pounding in her ears as she fought back tears, refusing to cry in front of Dean for fear he’d throw that in her face, too. He already implied she was fat, using her biggest insecurity against her, she didn’t need him throwing another one her way.

“What? I’m just saying,” Dean shrugged.

“You don’t just say that,” Sam glared before shooting a knowing look to Y/N, nodding his head towards the kitchen. She took the hint and all but ran out of the room. “What the hell could she have said to make you say that to her? She didn’t do anything to you.”

“She’s just annoying, another mouth to feed, a cockblock at the bar. We don’t need her here bringing us down. I wish she’d just leave.”

“Do you even hear yourself? That’s Y/N. She’s done more for us than anyone else has. She takes care of us when we’re sick and hurt, she puts up with our shit, specifically all of your shit and you…what the fuck Dean?”

Dean rolled his eyes, picking up his bags and turning to leave the room. Sam watched in disbelief before joining Y/N in the kitchen finding her with her head in her hands at the table. “Hey, hey, shhhh,” he whispered, sitting down next to her and pulling her into his arms. She sobbed harshly into his flannel. 

“He h-hates me,” she cried, the words muffled against his shirt. Sam shook his head, furious with his brother.

“He doesn’t, he couldn’t.” He rubbed her back soothingly, gently rocking her from side to side. “That wasn’t my brother.”

“I…I d-don’t understand,” she whimpered, sniffling.

“What exactly happened? Can you tell me?”

Y/N sat up slightly, wiping the tears off her cheeks and taking a deep breath to steady herself. “I thought he was you, I said hello, went to hug him. He backed up and when I tried to see what was wrong, he just started in on me.” She looked down. “I was finally ready to tell him, Sam.”

His eyes widened, knowing exactly what she meant. “Oh fuck no,” he muttered, pulling her back into his embrace. “Something must’ve happened while he was gone…but even then he had no right to talk to you like that. For everything that he’s been through, even with the Mark, he’d never, ever, talk to you like that. If it was anyone else, they’d be dead. If he could’ve heard himself…“ Sam stopped, shaking his head in anger. “Something’s not right.”

“Am…am I clingy, Sam?” Y/N asked quietly, Dean’s words echoing in her head.

“God, no, Y/N. You’re not. A few hugs and cuddles here and there doesn’t make you clingy.” Sam smiled sadly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You are one of the best things to happen to Dean and me. You look after us, keep this place running, you help with hunts and research. You’re incredibly important to us and you’re a part of this little family, regardless of what my brother said. I love you, he loves you…hell, the real him adores you. You’re the little sister I always wanted, I always want you around. You’re not a cockblock or another mouth to feed and you certainly don’t bring us down. You build us up and help us keep going, every day. And before you say anything, no, there is nothing physically wrong with you, so please don’t get back into that headspace. You’re doing so well, don’t let this bring you back into that dark place. I’ll talk to him.”

Y/N smiled weakly, eyes brimming over with tears at Sam’s reassurance. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. “How about you go take a bath and relax a bit while I try to figure out what’s going on, okay?”

She nodded and he squeezed her in another hug before letting her go, watching her leave the kitchen and make her way towards her room, which was unfortunately next to Dean’s. Y/N tiptoed passed his room, terrified of doing anything to set him off on her again. Once in the safety of her bedroom, she gathered her comfiest pajamas, slippers, and her favorite bath soap to bring to the bathroom. She set those items aside, rummaging for her duffle. She didn’t like being so close to Dean after what happened, so she decided to throw her necessities and some clothes into the bag, topping it with her favorite pillow and blanket. She knew the bedroom next to Sam’s was empty, for now she’d make that her room until she felt comfortable being around the older hunter again.

On the way to the bathroom, Y/N dropped her bag, blanket and pillow into the spare room, closing the door behind her before heading into the private, smaller bathroom in the bunker. She turned the water on in the tub, adjusting the temperature before plugging the drain and adding her bath soap before shedding her clothes and sinking into the water below the bubbles.

Down the hall and a few twists and turns away, Sam was making his way to Dean’s room, having already sent a quick prayer to Castiel in hopes he could help him figure out what was wrong with his brother. 

“Sam,” Castiel greeted with a flutter of his wings, “what’s going on?”

Sam sighed heavily. “Something’s wrong with Dean, I don’t know what but the way he just lashed out at Y/N tells me it’s bad.” They stopped outside Dean’s door, Sam knocking hard three times before opening the door, not bothering to wait for an invitation.

“Get out,” Dean growled, ripping his headphones off his ears. 

“Not until you tell me what happened when you were gone to make you come back a grade A douchebag,” Sam shot back.

“Nothing happened, now get out.”

“Dean, you’re not yourself.”

“I’m fine,” Dean glared, his eyes on Castiel. 

“The Dean I know never would’ve said what he did to Y/N, so that’s bullshit,” Sam argued.

“She had it coming,” he shrugged. Sam’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared with anger. “Oh, calm down.”

“You know what Dean? Maybe you should leave for a while,” Sam started, advancing towards Dean, “sort your shit out.”

Dean rose from his bed, glowering at his little brother. “You’re really gonna kick me out? For her?”

Before Sam could respond, Castiel took the opportunity to move around Sam, placing his fingers to Dean’s forehead to see if he could use his grace to identify the problem. “He’s under a spell.”

“A spell? What kind of spell?” Sam asked, looking between the angel and the thoroughly pissed off hunter.

“I’m not sure, but it’s there, clinging to him.” Castiel pressed his fingers to Dean’s forehead again to try and ease him a bit to get him to cooperate better. Dean sat back down on his bed, a little more relaxed.

“Dean, you have to tell me what happened when you were gone,” Sam pleaded.

“I was on a hunt, it was a witch.”

“Do you remember anything that she said?”

“She was chanting something but I killed her before she could finish.”

“Or maybe you didn’t,” Sam sighed. “I’ll call Rowena, see if she can maybe give use insight as to what kind of spell the witch used.” He pulled out his phone before looking at his brother again. “You stay the hell away from Y/N, got it? You’ve done enough damage.”

“I’ll watch him,” Castiel offered, Sam nodding in agreement before shooting his brother one last look and heading to the library, dialing Rowena’s number.

“Samuel,” she answered.

“Rowena, I need your help.”

“You seem to be needing a lot of that lately, Samuel. And yet you’ve done nothing for me in return.”

“I’m working on it,” he responded curtly, “the quicker you get to the bunker, the faster I finish the deal. It’s about Y/N.”

The witch sighed, having developed a soft spot for the girl. “Fine, fine. I’ll be there soon.”

After her bath, Sam informed Y/N that Rowena was coming and that there was some sort of spell involved. Y/N cringed at his brother’s name, her body tensing. Sam explained that he knew the spell wasn’t an excuse for what Dean said to her, but it helped piece a few things together. Y/N just wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to look at the hunter the same way again.

Until Rowena arrived, Y/N stayed in her new bedroom, locked away from everyone but Sam. He brought her meals, knowing she wasn’t up to wandering the bunker halls and risking the chance of running into Dean. As strong as he knew she was, even he didn’t think she’d be able to handle another run-in with the older hunter. 

Two days later, Rowena made her way down the steps of the bunker. Sam did his best to fill her in on what little information he got from Dean, which was a terrible pronunciation of whatever the young witch chanted at him, plus the crap attitude he’d been exhibiting ever since, including what he said to Y/N.

“But here’s the thing, I know my brother and I know how he feels about her, and it’s…it’s like everything he said to her is the exact opposite of what he’s ever said to me about her. He’s said some pretty fucked up things in his life, even to me, but to her? He’d never. It doesn’t make sense, he said the witch didn’t even finish the spell.”

“Perhaps your brother changed his mind.”

“Rowena, no. Cas was able to detect the remnants of a spell that seems to be stuck to him. That’s why I need your help, I don’t know what spell it could be.”

“Your brother, he possesses the Mark of Cain, correct?” Sam nodded. “Then whatever spell she cast…the Mark in a way protects the person who bears it. The person can’t die, as you know. In this case, it sounds like the Mark warped the spell that was thrown at Dean and it’s now sticking to him instead of wearing off like it normally would after a few days.”

“But what kind of spell? A truth spell wouldn’t make him say all that…”

“No, but the Mark could twist a truth spell into making him lie, instead. Do you know anything about the witch?”

“She was casting truth spells and tearing couples apart around town,” Dean answered, making his presence known as he entered the war room. “She was angry that her husband had an affair and she took it out on everyone else.”

Sam groaned. “So that’s it. It was a truth spell but the Mark made you lie instead of actually tell the truth.”

Rowena rolled her eyes, “and turned you into quite the dick.” Dean shot a glare at the red-head, ready to bark a nasty reply when Sam stepped between the two.

“You don’t speak unless we ask you to,” he ordered, staring down his brother. Dean’s eyes widened before he cocked a brow, smirking.

“You don’t think there’s more I could say to you this time?”

“I don’t care what you say to me, I know it isn’t you. But Y/N? She’s off limits.”

“Too late for that-“

“ENOUGH,” Rowena yelled, both hunters jumping in surprise, “now, Samuel, you can fetch me these ingredients and Dean, well, you can sit down and keep your mouth shut.”

As Sam went to the storage room to gather the ingredients needed for the spell to reverse the one stuck to Dean, Rowena followed him to Y/N’s makeshift room, knocking on the door. 

“Go away,” Y/N answered pitifully.

“Someone’s here to see you, honey,” Sam answered, “its safe, I promise.” He unlocked her door and left her and Rowena alone while he went to find her supplies. Y/N sat up on her bed, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the witch.

“Hi,” she smiled weakly, moving over on her bed to make room for the witch.

“Oh darlin’, Auntie Rowena will fix it,” she soothed, sitting at the foot of the bed. “You see, Dean was hit with a truth spell, but because he bears the Mark, the spell backfired and made him lie instead. Sam’s fetching me the ingredients I need for a reversal to get rid of the spell that’s clinging to him because of the Mark.”

“So…all the things he said…”

“I’m guessing whatever he wanted to say, he said the opposite. Apparently the witch was cheated on by her husband and due to her anger she took it out on everyone, especially men, and cursed them to tell the truth. But in Dean’s case, he was cursed to lie.”

“And be a douche,” Y/N muttered. “He said some awful things, Ro.”

“The man’s not exactly kind on a good day if you’re on his bad side,” Rowena noted. “I’ll fix him. He’s going to remember everything and run in here and apologize, you’ll see.”

“I’m not sure I can look at him, I mean, he was so cold…so brutal. If I look at him that’s all I’ll see.”

“I think once he realizes what he said and how badly he hurt you, you’ll see a side of him you’ve never seen before. Dean’s very protective of you, we all know it, so once he realizes he’s the one who hurt you, he’s gonna be devastated. You just have to remember, it wasn’t him.”

Y/N nodded, though still apprehensive. Rowena smiled warmly, patting her legs before leaving the room to see if Sam found everything. Y/N curled back up under the covers, thinking about what Rowena said. Knowing that a spell made him say those things made her feel the smallest bit better, but it was still replaying in her head since it happened. She could still see Dean’s look of disgust and hear the hatred dripping off his tongue. The idea of facing him, even after he was cured of this spell, still terrified her.

In the library, Dean was sitting at one of the tables nursing his whiskey while Rowena and Sam worked on the spell. Cas was on standby, ready to intervene if Dean got out of hand somehow and also to see if the lingering spell faded. 

Minutes later, Rowena was chanting the incantation for the reversal, Sam and Cas on either side of Dean as a precaution. A beat passed before Dean’s stoic expression faded and his eyes glowed green. Rowena sighed with relief and Cas pressed two fingers to Dean’s forehead, nodding. The spell worked, Dean was back to normal.

And oh, what a crash it was.

Dean blinked a few times, looking around at their worried faces as he registered what had happened. When he realized who was missing in the room, his eyes widened as it all came flooding back like a movie scene in his head. 

“Where is she?” He choked, a wave of panic washing over him as he realized the magnitude of what he said to her.

“You remember?” Dean looked at Sam, shame and regret on his face.

“Everything.”

“She’s in the room next to mine, just go easy on her, Dean. You really did a number on her.” Dean nodded, hastily leaving the library and racing down the bunker halls until he got to the room Y/N was in. He took a deep breath before knocking softly.

“Come in,” she called, voice quiet. Dean turned the knob slowly, opening the door to find her curled up on the bed. The blatant fear on her face didn’t go unnoticed by Dean, the grimace leaving a sharp pain in his chest.

“Sweetheart,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “we need to talk.”

“I think you’ve said enough,” she answered, less bite in her reply than she would have liked.

“That…that wasn’t me, you know I’d never-“

“I thought I did, Dean. But that…even with a spell…,” She looked away from him, shaking her head. Dean’s face fell, eyes filling with tears. He really fucked up and it wasn’t even his fault this time.

“Y/N, I swear on Sam’s life, I didn’t mean a single word that I said to you that night. That wasn’t me talking, that was the spell. It’s like everything I wanted to say to you came out the complete opposite, the Mark completely took over and I’m so fucking sorry.” Dean paused, slowly making his way to her bed. When she didn’t object, he sat down by her feet.

“Sweetheart, I need you to look at me,” he begged. Y/N looked up from the spot she was fixated on on the floor, her eyes meeting his teary ones. “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, you are perfect exactly the way you are. I wouldn’t be able to go on day after day without you supporting me. You aren’t a burden and I never want you to leave even though I think you deserve better than this life. Selfishly, I can’t let you go. You make this place feel like a home and I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re not clingy…you mean so much to me, Y/N. I can’t tell you how sorry I am and how much I hate that I’ve hurt you. I’m supposed to protect you and you’re…you’re scared of me.”

“You looked at me with such hate,” she whispered, cringing. “I can’t unsee it no matter how hard I try.”

“Sweetheart, I could never hate you,” Dean breathed, “not when I’m too busy loving you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, “You…what?”

“When I got back that night you said you thought there was something between us and I told you there wasn’t because of the spell’s influence. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve agreed with you. There’s always been a different connection between you and I. I don’t see you as a little sister the way Sam does. I know what I said, but Y/N, how could I not want you?”

Y/N blinked, trying to process what he was saying. “Uh, well, for starters, look at me.”

“I’m always looking at you. I think you’re beautiful exactly the way you are. You take care of me, you put up with my shit, and you’re my best friend. I can’t see myself with anyone else.”

“Dean…I-“

“You don’t have to say it back. I put you through hell, I don’t expect you to feel that way about me anymore.”

“No, I do, and that’s been the hardest part.”

Dean smiled sadly, reaching out to cup her cheek. “If you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life, however long that is, proving to you that I mean everything I just said.”

“It wasn’t you,” she whispered, “you don’t have to.”

“But I’ll do it if it means you’ll forgive me.” He wiped a few stray tears off her cheek, his thumb grazing her cheekbone. “Can I hold you?” He asked meekly, biting his lip. She nodded into his palm before getting scooped up in a hug, her face buried in his neck as Dean finally broke, tears landing in her hair. “I’m so sorry,” he cried, squeezing her to him.

“Dean,” she mumbled, her lips against his skin sending shivers down his spine. “Please don’t cry.” She rubbed his back softly, trying to soothe him. She didn’t expect this. 

“I hate this thing so much,” he muttered, her eyes casting down to his forearm where the Mark was hidden by his henley sleeve. “All it does is make me angry and it’s getting harder and harder to control it, especially after…”

“I know,” she nodded, knowing he meant Charlie and the Stines. “That whole thing…that’s what made me want to tell you how I felt about you. Waiting for you in the trunk of the car felt like an eternity and I knew I would be okay as long as you got to me. I always feel safe when I’m with you, Dean, always. But I was so scared that they’d find me first and I’d die before getting to tell you. You were so angry and it felt wrong to tell you right after we lost Charlie, but I gathered the little confidence I had while you were gone-“

“And then I came home under a spell and said what I said.” Dean sighed, his grip tightening on her. “When you called me and told me the Stines broke in, Y/N, I’ve been in awful situations like that before with Sam but this…this felt so different. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, not until I saw you and knew you were okay. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion, no matter how fast I drove.” Y/N shuddered at the memory, digging herself deeper into Dean’s chest, face pressed against his neck. She inhaled deeply, relaxing as his scent that can only be described as Dean calmed her senses. “You’re okay, you’re safe,” he whispered, kissing her hair. He laid them down on her bed, tucking her under his chin.

“Dean,” she whispered, fisting his henley. 

“Yeah baby?”

“I do love you, you know.” She could feel the chuckle rumble through his chest.

“I maybe had a small feeling, or at least hoped I was reading everything right.” He ran his fingers through her hair gently, breathing in her shampoo. “Will you give me a chance to make it all up to you?”

She pulled back to look up at him, cupping his cheek. He nuzzled against her palm, eyes locked on hers as his stubble tickled her skin. “Of course, handsome.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to her palm as she blushed. She couldn’t stay mad at Dean, never was able to. But knowing how he truly felt about her, that everything that happened was the work of a witch, she knew she couldn’t hold a grudge. That wasn’t her Dean, the man who sang her back to sleep when her nightmares took over even though he hated singing to anyone but Baby’s steering wheel. The man looking at her so intently, holding her so tightly, this was her Dean. “And Dean?” 

“Sweetheart?”

“I forgive you,” she smiled, Dean’s eyes softening as he let out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, pulling her impossibly closer. He kissed her forehead and her nose before softly kissing her lips, pulling back and brushing his nose against hers. Dean knew what happened wasn’t his fault, and Y/N may have forgiven him anyway, but he fully intended on spending the rest of his life, however long it may be, making sure she knew just how much he loved her, and doing his very best to deserve someone as incredible as her.

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Eden’s Prodigal Son Part 4- Know No Better [Andy Dolan x Reader]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: You weren’t sure what kept you coming back to Andy Dolan. All you knew was that you kept coming back. And it only got worse before it got better.

Warnings: swearing, little bit o’ violence , drug use, fluff, angst, mentions of pregnancy

WC: 2.0k

A/N: Unlike the previous parts, the next couple of parts for Eden’s Prodigal Son will take place in the present with a few significant flashbacks. Thank you for reading!  -Juno

GIF by kissxmedeadly

It never rained much in Eden. But when it did, it poured. Andy sat on the edge of the bed in his home, suitcases packed for yet another few months in LA. Except this time, he would have nothing to look forward to upon his return. Why? Because you were completely done with Andy Dolan. And he knew that.

His ears were ringing, his heart left his chest and went back and forth between his throat and his stomach. How could he be so fucking stupid? His eyes continuously scanned over the last text message that you sent to him and it burned him every single time. How could he?

I hope you have fun with her.

How could he have fun with her? He didn't want her as much as he wanted you. Anyone with eyes could see how obsessed Andy was with you, but he was so fucking stupid. Fear of commitment maybe? Maybe that's what did it? What was suppose to be just a fling from time to time while he was in LA, turned into something more. Something he didn't want. And now he was stuck. And now he's going through the headlines that exposed him.

"Fuck!" He shouted, abruptly rising to his feet and throwing his phone against the wall with all his force. He watched as it shattered into tiny fragments and he was thankful that he reminded to back his phone up the night before. He needed a new phone anyways. For a few moments he finally felt at peace, not being able to impulse look at things.

"Everything alright, mate?" Ben questioned as he barged into the room upon hearing Andy's scream. He looked back and forth between Andy and his broken phone and he immediately knew.

"I need a few of those." Andy stated simply, referring to the bag of green pills that he had in his hand, specifically for Andy, by his request. Ben knew better to try and argue with him when he was in such a state. He obliged, opening the bag and pouring 2 onto Andy's hand. He'd never leave him with the whole bag. And like usual, this was how Andy coped. "Are we leaving now?"

"Yeah.. yeah."

*** "Are you sure you don't want to see-," Hedwig began, but you quickly gave her your answer. No. You did not want to see Andy Dolan one last time despite the intense history. You never thought that you could be this broken, but here you were. You clung to his hoodie that he had left at your place, like your life depended on it. Tears fell heavily from your eyes as you laid your head in Hedwig's lap, the two of you on the couch.

"You told me you fucking loved me!" You screamed at Andy, your fists pounding into his chest, tears steaming down your face, ruining your makeup.

"I do fucking love you, Y/N!" He grabbed your wrists in an attempt to slow you down, but you weren't having it. You managed to snatch one of your wrists from his relatively strong grip, returning a swift and sharp smack to his face.

"Love me enough to get someone else pregnant?!"

"I think I'm going to be sick." Your legs couldn't carry you to your bathroom fast enough. There were too many memories of him, everywhere. You kicked him out of your home so fast that night, he didn't have time to grab anything. You turned your sink, splashing your face with the cooling water. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"It was a fucking mistake!" That's all he could say. Because it was. One drunk and sloppy hookup turned into an unexpected pregnancy for both Andy and his party.

"A fucking huge mistake, Andy Dolan! You have a fucking one year old and we've been together for 6 months and I find out through a news article. For fuck sakes Andy, you didn't think this one out did you?"

"I was going to tell you.." He mumbled, knowing how bad he fucked up.

"Fucking tell me?! It's been a year, Andy!" You shoved him back, watching him stumble to stay on his feet. "I gave you everything."

The tears fell faster than you could catch them and decided that trying to wash them away was a waste of your time.

I hope you have fun with her.

The last text message that you sent to Andy a week ago. He texted you several times after that, almost every day for the next week until you had to put him on do not disturb. That's the thing about Andy. And the thing about you too. He was never able to leave you alone and you the same.

Y/N please talk to me. I miss you. I love you... please. It was a mistake. I fucked up. I know. I should of told you, but I was scared. I'm not even ready to be a fucking father. This was before we even got together and I know a lot of things were said and were done, but we're all human, yeah? Please just talk to me, Y/N. I don't want lose you over this. I know it's a pretty big deal, but I'm not hiding anything else. I promise. I'm sorry...

He tried to call you a few times as well, but God knows why he would try to do that. Eventually he just started calling to hear your voicemail, anything, that could keep him closer to you. You caught yourself going through your camera roll one too many times, reliving all the memories.

You should of known. Andy was way too popular, way too good-looking to just settle down. You should of known. Right? Maybe you should of just stayed friends, but like a fool you fell for it. And fell for it. And fell for it. And now it's killing you.

"Y/N..." Hedwig's soft voice spoke from behind the door as you walked out of your bathroom, a sobbing mess. "Can I come in?" God bless her, huh? What would you do without your dear Hedwig? She was always in the middle of you and Andy. She was there for every small moment, every big moment, every argument. She was your rock and you were hers. You opened the door for her, still not able to control all of your sobbing.

In the distance you could hear small chatter. You forgot that tonight you had invited every one over for yet another small get together. But, you didn't know that you would be like this when the time came.

"C' mere." She spoke, engulfing you into her arms, letting you cry it out.

"I love him." You sobbed. "So fucking much."

"I know." Hedwig held you tighter. "He'll regret it. Andy. He's... fuck.." She knew what she wanted to say and although it was true, she could never bad mouth another friend. Burying your face in the crook of her neck, you screamed, letting some amount of stress leave your body for the night.

"I'm so-,"

"No. You're not. You're in love. It's okay to be in love. This is your first heart break. And it won't be your last, especially dealing with Andy Dolan, but the two of you just need some serious time apart." Hedwig cupped both sides of your face in her hand, making you look at her. She pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling you back into a hug. "He'll realize how much of a gem he let slip through his fingers. But you have us. And I know we're no Andy, but we love you just as much."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

*** "Jesus Christ, mate." Ben growled, aggravated with Andy's intoxication as they traveled through airport security. "The no-fly list suits you well right about now, doesn't it?"

"Fuck off, yeah?" Andy chuckled, running his hands through his hair as he clumsily put his things in a bin to go through the scanner, nearly knocking the stack next to him over. Ben sighed, furrowing his eyebrows and he got his things together as well. This was the first time airport security scanned two people in the body scanner at once, Ben having to physically hold Andy in the position they requested. Embarrassed, they couldn't leave the area fast enough to start walking towards their gate.

"You fucking listen to me. And you listen to me good, aye." Ben spoke, abruptly dragging Andy into a nearby family bathroom, locking the door behind him. He slammed Andy up against the bathroom wall, spraying the water bottle he was carrying in his hand all over his face. "Wake the fuck up, okay?" He slapped him around a few times, Andy not sober enough to even attempt to fight back. And even if he wanted to, he deserved this. "Wake the fuck up, Andy Dolan." Andy choked slightly on the water that managed to get into his mouth, spitting it back up and coughing.

"Fu-,"

"Fuck off. I know, hm?" Ben opened another water bottle, spraying it on him as well. "You want to know the one thing you're good at? Driving people the fuck away.." Ben held Andy by his now soaking shirt, glaring into his eyes that screamed nothing but pain, regret, anger, and sadness. "Everything you have now, Dolan. I HELPED YOU GET. It's not just about you okay, dick head? As your agent this is MY life too and you are on track to fucking ruin it."

Andy was silent and in a daze. The bathroom was spinning and he swore he was looking at Ben 4 times, but all the words were registering. Ben was right for the most part. Andy was good at driving people away. People that weren't you, but now look, it is you. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes and he could feel his throat swell with sorrow.

"Your public image matters. Remember that. And for fuck sakes, mate. You don't fucking need her." Ben continued. "You're a fucking superstar. You can have any one you want. Mad at you because you got some irrelevant broad pregnant and the two of you weren't even together?"

"Stop.." Andy growled.

"No. I'm not going to fucking stop. She's done nothing, but distract you. That's all she has ever always done. I'm sure she's had her fair share while you were away. Did you ever think about that? She just got lucky to not get knocked up by the next bloke, huh? People make mistakes. You need to get over it. And she needs to get over it. You have a fucking full career ahead of you."

He let Andy go, rummaging through his bag for a new shirt for him to match the current style of his outfit. When he got re-dressed, his administered eye drops for the now teary-eyed man whose eyes were covered in red streaks. When the opportunity presented itself, they finally made their way to their gate, no conversation between the two of them until they would land in LA.

*** "We should get married y'know." You suggested to Andy, snatching his attention away from the joint that he was rolling.

"I'm sorry.." He chuckled. "But what? We should what? Y/N we're 16."

"Hear me out first, silly." You giggled at your idea.

"Okay, crazy. I'm listening."

"We only get married if we can't find the one. Someone has to be responsible for me when I die. And and. There are some pretty good benefits to being married." Andy glanced back and forth between you and his joint before he busted out laughing. "You're laughing, but it's such a good idea!"

"You really are crazy, you know that?"  He handed you the joint and the lighter, always letting you have the first pull now that the two of you started smoking together. "But of course, Y/N. As long as we don't find the one. I will marry you so that someone will be responsible for us when we die. And for the benefits."

"I knew you'd understand."

But you are the one.

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[inkheart01]

Tiny in the snow part 5!!!!!

So this has no foreseeable end. It was supposed to be two or three parts at the most but now it's just turning into a series so

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

As the human watched the tiny creature slumbering in their hand, their heart filled with an overwhelming sadness. The little one was just so small, and seeing them curl up tight, clutching a torn piece of paper had hurt more than they had thought possible. And oh when they had cried-

“Charlie! You big fucking nerd, open the door”, If the shouting hadn't startled them enough, then the pounding at the front door definitely spurred them into action. They had almost reached the door when they remembered their little guest and the bundle of clothes on the couch.

Fuck. The little one was not going to forgive them for this.

“Give me a minute!”, Carefully they slipped the tiny thing into their hoodie’s pocket while rushing back to the couch, unceremoniously shoving the makeshift nest under the coffee table and hiding any and all traces of the little guest before hurrying back to the door.

“Thank god. I thought I was going to freeze before you let me in”, Stepping through the threshold between the biting cold and warmth was the one person they really didn't want to see, nor have in their home right now. Deric. But they couldn't really think about their asshole of a cousin when their hidden passenger was wiggling around in an attempt at getting comfortable.

“Dude, you alright?”, Oh shoot. How long had they been standing there for, praying their cousin wouldn't notice their wiggling jumper? They quickly stuffed a hand into the pocket, cupping their sleeping guest as they closed the door.

“Yeah. Just been a bit distracted with work, ya know?”, Oh please don't have noticed the tiny hum of content from their pocket. “What do you need?”

Deric, for all his oddly preportioned face could do, actually looked surprised, though it was a face that you could only glean the meaning of if you had been around him for a truly ridiculous amount of time, mainly because he always pulled this sour little face that made him look like someone had pinched his face in and then made him eat three lemons. “It's movie night, remember? Or did you forget?”

“No”, Yes they fucking did! “Look, I hate to do this, but can we reschedule? I have some things to sort out for a job, and you know how these things are?”, God they hoped he didn't but at the same time, Deric had to leave now because the little one was stirring again and grabbing out at their hand and the jumper.

“What, you planing another Bank heist? How many times have I helped sort out the errors in your plans? God Charlie, just let me see the-”

“Deric. I need you to get out. Now”. The little one gasped, and Charlie could feel them scrambling around to get out of their hand, unfortunately, that left them few options, and they ended up half hanging out of their pocket before they could grab them.

And then their worst nightmare had come to fruition.

“Well now, what do we have here”, Deric made a grab for their guest, the poor dear too frightened to tear their wide eyes away, “Come now dear, I won't hurt you”

The tiny thing screamed when Deric made a swipe at their arm, but charlie was faster, grabbing their cousins wrist in a vice-grip. “Don't touch them”, the words spat like poison as they glared down at him, eyes burning and grip tightening. The very thought of their cousin getting his hands on the little sylph was enough to make them sick, but the idea of them pinned to one of his display boards like a butterfly was far too much to handle. “Now get out of my house”

Deric nodded, ripping his arm free as he staggered towards the door, and it wasn't until his car had started and the engine had faded into the snow did they stagger back to the couch, the little one safely tucked in their pocket as they fell back against the pillows.

“I'm so sorry little one”, Oh, the very thought of the tiny creature staring up at them with those frightened eyes was too much. “He won't ever come near you again”, Gods, the picture of their terrified eyes brimming with tears had branded itself to their eyelids. The little thing had looked so scared, horrified even at just the sight of Deric. Hell, they hadn't even looked at them with that much fear.

And then the tiny creature was moving, crawling out of their pocket and atop their chest before they could process the sight. And there they were, this tiny little thing, so perfect and full of life, staring with eyes brimming with starlight and wonder up at them, defiant against their trembles. All to ask a question that was so quiet that Charlie was almost afraid to breathe. “Who was he?”. Their voice was hoarse and croaky, worn from constant crying and lack of water, and Charlie briefly worried about the thimble full of water and how it had surely spilled. But that could be dealt with later, for now, their little guest was looking up at them, still waiting on an answer, and oh they were so light, their presence would hardly be noticeable unless one was looking at them. “He’s my Cousin. But I won't let him, nor anyone else hurt you. You have my word”

“I think...He killed my parents”

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[mummybear]

Re-Write The Stars

Words: 2142

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Throat Holding, Watching In Mirror. (Think that’s it!)

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: After a very eventful and life changing day, Jensen shows you just what you mean to him. But is it enough?

A/N: A massive thank you to my incredible beta for all of her help as usual @negans-lucille-tblr you are a God send my love❤ I wrote this for the lovely @ne-gans back to the movies writing challenge! My movie and song were - Re-Write The Stars - From The Greatest Showman

Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest as you flee the room. You hadn’t expected this, you couldn’t handle this right now. After reading some of the worst hate ever aimed at you online, you feel sick to your stomach. God, when he’d asked you, you’d wanted to say yes, more than you had ever wanted anything. You loved him beyond reason, more than you ever thought was possible, but you just couldn’t do this anymore, they would never accept you.

You slam the bathroom door closed behind you, only to hear it open and slam closed again seconds after.

“Jensen, I said don’t. Please, I can’t do this right now,” you sigh sadly, walking away from him as he edges closer to you.

“No, Y/N! You can’t keep walking away from me, we need to talk about this. I asked you to marry me, not to murder someone! I thought this thing between us was real, I thought you loved me, you say you do. So what? Was it all lies!?” he fumes loudly, grabbing your elbow and turning you to face him.

The tears are streaming down your face, and as you look into those gorgeous green eyes you feel your heart break all over again. He was everything you’d ever wanted in a partner and so much more, he’d made you feel things that nobody else had managed, he’d fixed what was broken inside you when you’d first met. But you knew this was inevitable at some point. 

“How can you say that to me!? You know I love you, Jen, I wish I could say yes, more than anything I wish I could say yes! But they will never accept me, baby. I just can’t do that to you. I see how much it hurts you, every sly dig, every comment, every harsh word that they spit at me. It breaks my heart to see you like that, and I can’t do it anymore.” You pause to take a breath, running your fingers through your hair.

“If that’s all you’re worried about, sweetheart, I can take it… and fuck them! I love you. I want to be with you, and I’m not about to let a bunch of people who don’t really know me dictate who I can and can’t love.” He steps closer and cups your cheek, you can feel the tears return immediately, and he wipes them from your face with his thumbs.

You shake your head and look down, but he instantly makes you look back up at his face.

“It’s not just that, I can’t take it, it’s too much. I wake up every day since they saw that photo, and I’m scared to go out. I can’t take the stress, it’s too much. They don’t even know how long we’ve been together and they’ve already threatened my life for kissing you. Imagine what would happen if we got married and had kids, I can’t take the chance that something would happen to one of us.” 

“This is my fault, I know, I slipped up. I knew you wanted us kept a secret for this exact reason, I was so fucking stupid, baby girl. But you looked so sexy, so beautiful, I just wanted to kiss the love of my life, I didn’t even think... I’m such a fucking idiot.” 

You can’t help but smile as you lean into his touch and shake your head, “you, Jensen Ackles, are the furthest thing from an idiot I have ever met. Don’t blame yourself for that, you should be able to kiss the person you're with and not be judged. But they will always judge us. I’m not famous, I’m not some beautiful actress or model, I’m nothing special, I’m just me and you’re…..well you’re you.” You shrug and instantly see his demeanor change, eyes darkening as he slowly walks you backwards.

You swallow hard looking up into his eyes, feeling the arousal pooling in your panties with just that look, despite yourself.

“What have I told you about that, about talking yourself down all the time. You’re the sexiest person I have ever met, you don’t take my shit and you give as good as you get. You’re funny, you’re sweet and you’re sassy as hell. Baby you’ve got the biggest heart I’ve ever known.” There’s a pause in the silent room as his plump lips hover over yours, just barely brushing your own. Both of you are breathing hard against each other's lips.

“Jensen, I-” You stop talking immediately when his hands pin yours to the wall above your head.

“Not to mention this,” he flicks his finger between the two of you with his free hand.

“The way you make me feel, nobody has ever turned me on the way you do. You’re frustrating and stubborn, you test my patience constantly with this pretty little mouth of yours.” He smirks as his thumb ghosts over your bottom lip.

You feel like you’re drowning in him, your mind has turned to mush and your legs are shaking. 

That smirk never fails to wind you up to the point of insanity, distracting you from any previous thought. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your stomach, and the words are past your lips before you even realise you were thinking them.

“Show me baby, please, I need you.” 

His lips are on yours instantly, making you moan into his mouth. It’s needy and messy, and you didn’t know how badly you needed his lips against yours. With your wrists trapped against the wall in one of his big hands, his other hand winds into the back of your hair and he tugs harshly as his lips fall away. 

Jensen pulls you away from the wall and you stumble after him, hands finding purchase on the sink as he forces you against the side. You look up and catch his gaze in the mirror above the sink, that devious smirk on his lips once more. 

You shiver feeling the tips of his fingers moving slowly up your thighs, dragging your dress with them. He doesn’t stop, not until the material is bunched around your hips, he kicks your feet apart and those big hands reach for the front of your dress, ripping the material away from your tits, exposing the lacy red bra to his eyes. 

A growl of appreciation falls from those perfect lips of his, “Jen, fuck...I-” You gasp as his teeth drag across the sensitive skin of your neck and he pulls the cups of your bra down. You watch as he tugs and twists the sensitive buds with his skilled fingers, and you can’t help but whimper his name as he pulls away from your neck, leaving a deep purple bruise behind. 

“Bet you’re fuckin’ soaked, baby girl, that tight little cunt is just begging to be stretched open by my big thick cock, huh?” He chuckles when you whine, feeling his clothed cock pressing into your ass.

“You know what you and your dirty fucking mouth do to me. Jay, please. Fuck me.” 

“Oh don’t worry, I’m gonna fuck you, my needy little cockslut. But only if you say please and watch yourself, want you to see what I see,” Jensen demands as his hands grip your soaked panties and he pulls them down your legs. You leave them trapped around your ankles as his hand snakes between your stomach and the counter, pushing between your legs until his fingers brush your clit briefly, before moving down and easily slipping through your slick center. Those thick digits circle your dripping hole, and you bend over the sink, watching as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Fuck. Look at you,” Jensen growls as he roughly but easily pushes those two thick fingers inside you, causing you to cry out his name.

He curls his fingers, repeatedly stroking over that spot that nobody else had ever been able to find, the one that makes your legs weak and your pussy clench repeatedly. You grip onto the sides of the counter for dear life, hissing when you feel the cold porcelain of the sink sting your sensitive nipples, Jensen’s other hand presses into the top of your back.

The heel of his hand is crushed against your clit as the speed of his fingers increases, “Jen, I can’t,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes closed, letting your head drop forward - the cold porcelain feels amazing against your heated skin.

Not for long, though, because the hand on your back moves quickly. You squeal in pain as one of his big hands wraps in your hair and tugs your head back roughly.

“I said fuckin’ watch yourself,” Jensen growls, his voice coupled with the pain zipping through your scalp adds to your arousal, and suddenly, you’re impossibly close.

“There’s my girl, you’re so fuckin’ close, baby. Say please and I’ll give you my cock, that’s what you want, right?” He chuckles when you whine something unintelligible, and tugs even harder on your hair, making your back and neck arch painfully.

“Please Jay, please,” you beg as he’d asked, eyes locked with his as that smirk curls his perfect lips. Just like that your orgasm hits, vibrating throughout your entire body.

You’ve barely even come down from your high, feeling his fingers slip from inside you, when you hear the clang of his belt buckle as his jeans fall down his thick bowed legs. Only one thought is on your mind.

“Jensen please, I need your cock, please just fuck me.” 

“Fuck, you beg so pretty baby girl, could watch you all day.” Jensen groans, locking eyes with you as he lines the wide head of his cock up with your dripping entrance.

“Is this what you want, princess?” he mocks knowingly, teeth catching his bottom lip as the head of his cock is pushed inside you and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

“Please, Jay, Please, I-” Your begging is cut short, a silent scream leaving your parted lips when Jensen’s fingers grip your hips tightly, almost certain to bruise, and he thrusts his own forward, the harsh slap of your ass slapping against him echoing around the room.

“So fucking big, fill me up so good, baby,” you whine loudly. A surprised noise leaves your lips when he roughly pulls you back against his clothed chest.

Jensen steps back with you trapped against him, his hand moving to wrap around your body and the other hand circles your throat, fingers splayed perfectly for the pressure that you crave. You moan at the sight before you, now able to see how fucking wrecked you look in the mirror; your dress is a ruined mess and your hair isn’t much better, red and purple marks litter your neck. 

You watch as Jensen presses his lips to your ear, “you look so fucking perfect stuffed full with my cock.” He pulls all of the way out and slams back inside of you as if to make his point, keeping a firm hold on you as you cling to his fore arm around your waist, your nails creating crescent moon shapes in his skin. When he picks up a rough punishing pace it makes your legs feel like they would fall out from under you if he wasn’t holding you up. Jensen’s fingers tighten around your throat as you swallow under his grip, “see? Fuckin’ made for me.” He growls when the wet noises of your cunt gripping his cock with every thrust begins to echo in the small space.

You meet his eyes in the mirror and you fall apart around him, feeling his cock pulse violently as your pussy grips it tight.

-

You lay in bed with Jensen’s head resting on your chest, his gentle snoring filling your ears. You can’t allow yourself to sleep - your heart is heavy, regret and self hatred sit in your stomach like a rock. You feel tears escape your eyes as you kiss the top of his head. He mumbles your name with a smile and rolls onto his pillow. Part of you wished he’d never move, so that you could chicken out. 

But you had to do this, it was best all around for everyone. Slipping out of bed, you can’t take your eyes off of him as you dress, knowing it’s the last time you will ever get to see him in person, and not just from watching him on tv. 

He was made to be yours, you were made to be his. Within these walls you were perfect - but then there was the outside, where nobody would ever let you be together and your hands were tied. But how could you rewrite the stars when he was one of them?

I’m afraid bold tags didn’t work!

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