#will never get tired of angsting this babygirl. i’m sorry he just has so many Issues

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more sanji drinking angst plis,,, 🙏🏼😁

y’know, it’s normal when zoro drinks. he has an iron liver and a sky-high tolerance. he get mildly tipsy with the amount of alcohol sufficient to kill a regular man.

when sanji drinks, though, it’s usually… not very good.

they’re in the galley, have been since dinner. zoro’s drowsy and full and slumped over the table with his chin in his hand as he watches sanji scrub at the dishes until they squeak, divested of his suit jacket and shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow, and the cook looks haggard. they’ve all been expecting it, really, what with Whole Cake being a fucking doozy— but sanji’s been holding it together perfectly. big smiles and neatly-pressed suits and coiffed hair and all.

zoro knows him well enough to know that he’s due to break at some point. still, tonight is the first time he’s seen sanji like this; like he’d just decided to say fuck it all and throw pretence to the wind. maybe it had been thanks to the emptiness of the galley, save the both of them. maybe sanji had considered it safe because zoro was in no place to judge.

but when sanji had picked up that bottle of rum, he hadn’t put it down until there was nothing left.

zoro had let him drink. the cook hadn’t even been smoking any more than usual— hadn’t had a single hair out of place, no sign of the pressure except the strain at the edges of his smile. everybody had been walking on eggshells for the past few days and sanji had just kept going like nothing was wrong, which zoro knows means quite a lot is wrong, because sanji’s a self-sacrificial bastard who wouldn’t be able to ask for help if his life depended on it.

didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt, though. he’s felt like he couldn’t breathe, the whole of last week; it doesn’t feel right seeing the cook with a bottle between his lips instead of a cigarette, liquor wetting the corners of his mouth instead of smoke. it makes part of zoro tighten into a dead knot. on one hand, it’s an unspoken show of trust— deliberately left alone so as to not draw attention to it, but one all the same. sanji would never let himself go in front of anyone else like this. maybe a few months earlier he’d think the cook just didn’t care enough for his opinion and get all offended, but now?

sanji knows he’s here. he’s never unaware of his surroundings, and especially now after… everything. he’s believing that zoro won’t judge him, and he won’t. he doesn’t. but enough is enough, and sanji’s grip on the edge of the plate is tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

it’s almost a relief in a really twisted way. zoro’s been hovering by the sidelines, sleeping with one eye open and waiting for sanji to crack just so he can catch all the pieces before the cook falls apart completely, and it seems like this is it.

his chair scrapes against the floor as he stands. “alright, let’s get you to bed.”

“no.” sanji doesn’t stop scrubbing. he doesn’t even bother looking up. “why?”

zoro scoffs. “because you’re fucking drunk, cook. you’ve been washing that plate for five minutes.”

“well maybe it’s just not fucking clean, yeah?” sanji spits, quiet vitriol leadening his words even with his head bowed, and his breathing is jerky as zoro walks forward.

“oi.” it doesn’t come out harshly, exactly, but he needs sanji to know that he isn’t fucking around with this. “What the hell’s going on?”

“i don’t know.”

“what do you mean you don’t—”

“i don’t know!”

zoro lurches back at the outburst as the cook whips around, seething within the span of a second, plate dropped carelessly into the water in the sink. he hears it thunk when it hits the bottom.

“i don’t know, alright?” sanji laughs, eyes wild. “nothing’s wrong. everything’s wrong. everything is fucking perfect and i feel like i’m fucking dying inside.” his voice cracks right before he takes a visible breath and turns sharply, dipping his hand under the water to grab the plate and sponge again.

zoro watches his shoulders tremble. every movement of his now is precise and carefully calculated; he’s moving like a fucking robot and zoro hates it. hates the way his spine looks rigid enough to snap with a touch. hates the way his face is a placid mask, still water with a storm roiling beneath. zoro doesn’t know how to approach this other than with barbed words and concern thinly veiled as confrontation. he doesn’t know what to do other than be here because it’s better than not being here at all.

sanji’s hands have been scrubbed pink and raw. “get out, mosshead.”

“no.”

the cook’s cuticles are peeling, his fingertips pruned. he never lets either of them get this bad. “i said get out—”

“and I said no.” zoro crosses his arms. he counts three seconds of silence before sanji snaps.

“god, for once could you fucking listen?!” the cook snarls, rounding on zoro like a cornered animal and waving his arms. “i don’t want to talk to you right now! i do not want you here! so please, fuck off and— put me down, you piece of shit!” sanji borderline screams, struggling and wiggling over zoro’s shoulder as he’s hauled up and marched out of the galley.

zoro winces as the toe of a steel-capped oxford jams into his ribs, digging in deeper as sanji grunts with the effort. he doesn’t know where he’s going but they end up outside the infirmary, and he shoulders the door open before depositing sanji on the bed without preamble. “stay,” he grunts, ignoring the noises of outrage and turning to go get water.

“you can’t tell me what to do,” sanji spits from behind him, cheeks red from more than just anger as he pushes himself unsteadily to his feet. he either doesn’t realise that he’s listing to the side or he doesn’t care.

“sit down or I’ll make you.”

the cook barks a laugh that snaps in the air like a neck in rope. “try! i fucking dare you, marimo, you—”

zoro tackles him down and he screeches like a trapped cat, trying to escape even as the swordsman pins his legs and shoves his shoulders down into the bunk. “you are drunk. stop it.”

“why?” sanji shouts in his face. the cook is straining against him, all wild eyes and bared teeth, shoulders jerking with a sardonic laugh. “don’t wanna fight anymore?”

“no. i don’t.” the air is suddenly too quiet, too heavy, with something zoro doesn’t know if he should name. he watches as the cook’s face falls and twists into something sullen as he tries one last time to jerk his way out of zoro’s hold. “not like this.”

their ship rocks gently as zoro slowly eases off, shifting his weight back and sitting on the edge of the mattress with a soundless, weary sigh. there’s still a stubborn set to sanji’s chin even as he lays there on his back, unmoving from where zoro put him— leave it to him to be contrary for the sake of being contrary. the swordsman takes a deep breath to suppress an eye roll and opens his mouth to say something—

“it hurts.”

zoro stills, turning so he can see sanji better. “what hurts, cook?”

“everything.”

the blond is staring at the ceiling, unblinking and unreadable. the fabric of his slacks is riding up and zoro swallows down the urge to curl a hand around his pale ankle for comfort. he tells himself he doesn’t know where the urge to soothe came from, but he knows, he knows— this melancholy is something that sanji buries so deep, none of them catch even a glimpse of it on a normal day. his face is a blank slate, his usual fire banked, and he looks so drained. an cracked shell of himself running on empty. “i don’t want to feel it. i don’t want to feel anything,” he continues, softly enough that zoro has to strain to hear, leaning in instinctively. 

glossy blue eyes flick over. golden hair scrunches against the off-white sheets as sanji turns his face towards him and whispers, “doesn’t that make me exactly like them?”

no. zoro swallows, at the same time both too wet and too dry, feeling a little like he’s been gutted with a dull knife. he says a mental to hell with it and slowly shifts his hand to wrap his fingers around sanji’s ankle, just a gentle grip, his thumb resting beneath the notch of bone. he can hear the soft sounds of the waves outside as it melds with sanji’s breathing, as he opens his mouth and comes up dry for things to say. “…get some sleep, curls.”

“can’t.” sanji purses his lips, shrugging a shoulder as he looks away like it’s no big deal. “can’t sleep. not well, at least. not since…”

zoro feels his own heart thud against his ribs as his gaze slips over sanji’s face, the redness rimming his eyes and the dark circles beneath. “i’m sleeping with you tonight,” he decides. 

the cook makes an aborted noise of indignation before apparently deciding that it isn’t worth the effort. “we can’t fit two people in a bed.”

zoro shrugs, unaffected in the face of the venomous look sanji shoots him. “we can try.”

sanji mutters something to the ceiling under his breath. the swordsman pretends not to hear it.

they end up crammed onto the infirmary bed, sanji squashed against the wall and zoro almost falling off. the blond wiggles around in discomfort for five minutes before sitting bolt upright with a hissed curse and undoing his dress shirt in a frenzy; zoro stifles a laugh as he balls it up and hurls it at the desk across the room before flopping back down with a loud huff. 

the cook scrunches himself up, spine pressed against the wall and one knee pulled up between them to maintain the distance, pointed at zoro’s gut as a subtle threat. “i’m not gonna bite you, y’know,” zoro grumbles. here he is doing this out of goodwill and this is how he’s treated. 

“i wouldn’t put it past you,” sanji snips in reply. “also, you stink.”

“no i don’t. i just showered.”

“irrelevant.”

“priss.”

“moron.”

“spoiled.”

“i have standards, you sentient piece of kelp.”

“you—” zoro grits out, before he stalls. somehow, throughout this whole exchange, they’d inched closer and closer together and now sanji’s shoulder is digging into his breastbone, his breath warm across zoro’s cheek even as a brush of his skin above the loose, low front of zoro’s shirt feels completely opposite. “why’re you so fuckin’ cold?” he mutters, briskly rubbing at sanji’s upper arms before the cook bats him away with a startled hiss.

“don’t—” he cuts off and huffs a harsh breath, sneering in the dark as he digs for the right word, “—coddle me.”

“why not?” zoro shoots back. the words are out of his mouth faster than he can process, but it’s too late to take them back. “give me one good reason and i’ll stop. just one.” 

the quiet that falls into place after that is broken by the sound of sanji’s swallow and nothing else. it’s nearly pitch-black; they’d put out the lamp on the wall and the infirmary has no windows. if zoro strains his eye he can see sanji’s outline curled close to his own front, golden hair darkened to honey and arms wrapped around himself.

he recalls how it had felt to have fine bones beneath his hand. how the cook hadn’t kicked him off. 

the hand he rests on sanji side is tentative. barely-there pressure, a ghost of a touch with enough space for sanji to back away. he settles his palm down more firmly after a few seconds, tracking his thumb up and down the bumps of sanji’s ribs, and he barely stops his breath from catching when the cook wiggles away from the wall and presses his spine into zoro’s hand. 

sanji’s looking at him. he can see the occasional flutter of long lashes, feel the weight of the cook’s attention like sanji’s preparing to say something, but it never comes. a soft breath slips from his lips before zoro feels a hand curl around his waist, fingers curling into his shirt. 

“sanji.”

the cook heaves a long-suffering sigh. it doesn’t hide how he’s affected by zoro using his real name; zoro can read him too well for that. knows him too well for that. “what.”

zoro readjusts, fingertips pressing into the small of sanji’s back to pull him closer, and wonder of wonders, the cook lets him. “you’re nothing like them.” 

he pretends he doesn’t feel sanji’s arm tighten around him after a few seconds. he notices that his shirt’s damp right before he falls asleep, right where sanji has his face buried in his shoulder.

he doesn’t mention any of it.

*

the next morning is… interesting.

zoro had woken to an empty bed, with the sheets just barely warm and hazy recollections of a lithe body tucked to his side, a leg thrown over his and soft hair under his chin. he stretches and ambles down to the galley, scratching at his stomach beneath his shirt as he yawns, and right on cue— sanji’s disdainful little tongue click reaches his ears, and he smiles. everything’s back to normal, then. 

there’s more of the usual; luffy getting yelled at to leave the eggs alone, i don’t care if you’re hungry, they are raw, and nami and robin being handed their special little tiny cups of coffee and tea respectively. the rest of the crew filters in, and zoro people-watches from his spot on the ratty corner couch before he eventually gets up and slides into his seat at the table. 

but when sanji takes his spot beside him, it feels different. the cook’s made onigiri for breakfast, the plate set down just a little closer to zoro’s side than usual before he sits, and zoro pauses with his chopsticks in the air as an ankle bumps into his. 

not roughly, or painfully, nowhere near, no. just a reminder. a small nudge that could say any possible number of things, but from the way sanji’s gaze meets his before darting away, he’d guess it’s the thank you that their cook always has so much trouble saying. it’s never a lack of gratitude— more of a refusal to acknowledge that he needed help in the first place, that he accepted it, but zoro will take what he can get.

the circles under sanji’s eyes aren’t quite so dark anymore.

zoro knocks back. he feels the rasp of his boot laces against the heel of sanji’s patent leather oxford, and neither of them pull away. the swordsman presses his lips together and takes a big bite to hide his smile, failing momentarily when sanji immediately starts berating his abysmal table manners, marimo, honestly, if you choke i will leave you to die, and yeah, sure. back to normal.

he catches sanji’s eye again, sky-cornflower-ocean blue, and he wonders what sanji could be seeing in his to make his face soften like that.

normal, and maybe a little something new. 

(he isn’t quite sure what to do the following night. sanji’s already in his own bunk when he slips in for a quick few hours of shut-eye, but it isn’t long before he feels someone climbing in with him, and he just knows instinctively without even needing to open his eye. they’ve got limbs hanging out here and there but they fit reasonably well and zoro wakes with sanji’s sleep shirt tucked in his fist and his thin blanket pulled up around his shoulders.

it goes on like this night after night to the point where their crew knows, he thinks. even if zoro discounts the fact that most of them share a bunkroom, they’ve still got to know something’s up; sanji glows like sunlight reflecting off the ocean now, real smiles and laughs that have him tossing his head back and holding his stomach, eyes in sapphire half-moons. robin brings it up offhandedly one day and zoro hums that proper sleep’s doing their cook good— she gives him that look that she does, and he turns away with a smile that he hides in his arm.

the first time sanji finds him in the crow’s nest, he’s still asleep when zoro’s watch ends. the cook’s stretched out on the bench above as zoro sits on the floor, hand draped down against zoro’s collarbone, his face so peaceful that zoro can’t— fuck, he can’t wake him.

and it can’t be comfortable lying on his own arm like that; zoro sits down and carefully pushes him up until sanji’s leaning on his shoulder, that sharp nose tucked under his jaw, and drifts asleep.)

(he stirs awake before sanji’s gone. his eye flutters open to find the cook mid-yawn, working out a crick in his neck and bathed in early-morning light, warm and golden. the cook realises he’s watching and freezes, shoulders going tense and stiff—

he deflates a little when zoro blinks at him, sleep-warm and bleary. “gotta make breakfast, marimo,” he murmurs, reaching out after a moment’s hesitation.

the hand that cups zoro’s cheek is gently callused and somehow familiar. he turns into it like a flower to the sun and breathes in something that he never even realised he’d gotten used to, olive oil and shoe polish and orange blossom pomade. “i know,” he replies, pressing the words into sanji’s palm, and a thumb drags across his cheekbone.

“need anything before i go?” sanji asks, and they both know it’s half a joke. what could he possibly give zoro in here? a dumbbell sandwich?

that other half, though— it’s far too serious. a cold plunge of water through zoro’s muddled early-morning brain. he knows what he wants, but zoro also knows that patience is a virtue for a reason.

the cook already has a hard enough time letting people in. zoro doesn’t want to push. the hand against his cheek is enough for him, even if it is all sanji could ever want, and so he slips the blond a wry grin. “onigiri?”

“you— ugh, fine.” sanji huffs. “anything else?”

zoro frowns, growing increasingly convinced that this is some sort of trap. these are unprecedented levels of generosity. “…protein shake?”

it takes all of two seconds before sanji puts his face into his hands, taking a deep breath before zoro hears something about having to do everything myself, don’t i? the cook plants his hands on his hips, tapping his foot with one brow arched. “of all the people in the world,” he mutters through his teeth, advancing on zoro with enough of a menacing air that the swordsman leans back into the backrest, “of course it had to be you.”

“me what?” zoro says warily, eyeing sanji up and down, and opens his mouth to continue before a fist grips his collar and there’s a brush of contact at his temple— a kiss, he realises, before all the thoughts drain out of his fucking brain.)

(he’s still reeling when he stumbles his way to breakfast. still wide-eyed as he washes the plates, for once, without complaint. it’s when it’s just the two of them, when zoro twists around to ask a question that he hasn’t yet phrased, that arms lock around his waist and sanji’s forehead presses to his nape.

they’re quiet for a long, long while. “you remind me that i’m not like them, y’know,” sanji breathes, barely loud enough to be heard.

zoro turns in his hold, hands dripping all over the floor, fuck, the cook’ll make him clean that up later, he knows and he isn’t even mad about it. “what do you mean, curls?”

sanji leans into him, all sharp edges and bony joints softened by lean muscle and zoro’s fondness, fingers long and thin and laced together over zoro’s hip. “i’m pretty damn sure they’ve never felt like this.”)

(not much changes after that. franky does make them a bigger bunk to share, though, and they fight perhaps even more fiercely now; afternoons are spent toying with each other across the deck, pushing their limits, pushing each other higher until nami yells at them to stop making a racket. zoro doesn’t pretend that he can’t tell when sanji needs a little more contact, keeping him close when perfectly filed nails dig into his shirt. sanji takes care of them all like he always does, and he lets zoro take care of him— most of the time, at least. it’s still a toss-up on whether he’ll explode or break down whenever anyone tries to help him, but with zoro it’s either both in succession or neither.

sometimes he picks a fight and then cries afterwards. others, he concedes to being wrapped in a ratty old blanket and tucked into zoro’s chest where he can hide from the world.

he sleeps through every night now, though. he’s fiery and sharp-tongued and bright-eyed and when he’s had a bit too much to drink he just gets loud, fooling around with their captain and cackling with nami in a corner of the galley between conspiratorial whispers, but zoro can’t deny him anything even though he’s fairly sure they’re plotting his downfall.

he wouldn’t have it any other way.)

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ANONNNN #will never get tired of angsting this babygirl. i’m sorry he just has so many Issues #BUT I ALWAYS GIVE THEM HAPPY ENDINGS ALRIGHT SO IT BALANCES OUTTTT #it’s almost 4am this time this is actually horrid #GOODNIGHT ZOSAN NATIONNN #zosan #one piece #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #one piece sanji #one piece zosan #one piece zoro #sanji #zoro #ino writes #ino’s ask box

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Not Enough - Part III.

Part 3

Warnings: Smut, threesome, john x ten x y/n, ass play, john x ten sex, fingering, dominance, cum (everywhere, ew), angst.

Words: 2.8k.

Read part 1 & part 2 first!

It’s been a week since you contemplated changing things in your relationship. As of now, nothing has changed. In fact, things have been sort of chaotic in the NCIT house this past week - you’ve been mostly hanging out with Jaehyun working on a coding assignment you were set over the summer. Ten went away for a couple of days - he said he just wanted to spend more time with his other close friends in the WayV house, who you were all pretty close with, but you suspect he also needed a bit of time away from you and Johnny. And Johnny - well, he’d been pretty distant too, and that hurt the most. You usually spend your rare moments of free time hanging out with him, snuggling on the sofa snacking on popcorn and crisps, having a low-key smoke and binging FRIENDS or comedy movies. This week, though, he hasn’t been here as much for you - in fact, you’ve probably spent more time with Jae, even Doyoung and possibly even Jaemin and the other freshers, than you have with Johnny or Ten.

“Ah, shit, watch it! Fucking arsehole” you yell as you walk directly into your boyfriend and drop your freshly-popped corn all over the floor. “The fuck, y/n, it was an accident. Chill.”

Johnny looks at you with genuine hurt, and you’re sort of embarrassed by the way you snapped. You didn’t want him to know that you weren’t feeling great about the whole ‘being abandoned for the whole week to stress about your work with Jae whilst your boyfriend and best friend fuck of and have fun’ situation.

You are pissed off. But you remember what you’re wearing - the little pair of shorts that perfectly hug your arse, and your hair tied back just how Johnny loves it. So you bend down to scramble and pick up the popcorn from the floor, ignoring Johnny but moving yourself in such a way that you’d gain his attention. Johnny watches you from his distance, and your plan begins to work - he feels himself getting hard at the sight of you bent over on the kitchen floor. Your silence was only turning him on more - he had no idea what to say, and felt at your mercy in that very moment - an unusual feeling for someone who was the dominant one in most scenarios. You stand back up after scraping together most of the popcorn. You stand slowly, looking Johnny up and down as you do, pausing to focus on how the veins in his arms have started to show - a tell-tale sign that he must be horny for you, despite not talking to you all week.

“So?” you ask him, a stubborn and demanding tone in your voice. You’re still pissed off - he literally hasn’t spoken to you about anything, leaving you in the dark about what the plan was and forcing you to seek comfort in Jae because he wasn’t there to hang out while you’d been stressed. Anyway, fuck all of that, you think to yourself. You firmly place the popcorn tub onto the countertop next to you and cock your head slightly, looking at Johnny’s face this time, but avoiding eye contact.

“So, are you going to like… tell me what’s going on?” you ask, frustrated now, trying to hide your emotional vulnerability by holding yourself in a powerful stance, sitting into your hip and casually leaning back into the countertop. You know you look fit, and Johnny knows it, too.

He sighs, now too turned on to even play his little game of piss y/n enough to get her to start the conversation first. He practically launches himself on you, keeping you pressed against the counter top and using his knee to hold your torso firmly in place. He locks his hand into yours and holds it firmly, too. You’re suddenly well and truly held down by John Suh, at his complete mercy and most-definitely not able to escape from his grasp.

“Y/n, Ten’s in my room literally right now. We’ve been waiting for you to break the silence because we thought you were the one mad with us. We thought you didn’t want to talk to us, so, we just sort of left you some space... for a bit...”. His voice is low, frustrated and tense.

Why was he being like this? He sounds genuinely annoyed, yet he’s acting like he wants to fuck me right here? And why’s he being so touchy?

“John, I’m literally pissed that you’ve been ignoring me. How are we never on the same page?”

Johnny doesn’t even reply, and you don’t really care. Stood over you, he’s one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever laid eyes on - you never fail to forget this. His hair is falling slightly over his eyes, textured and dark, complimenting the deep brown colour of his irises. His muscle tee reveals his broad shoulders, dressed in a bold, dark tattoo on one side. Nothing about Johnny Suh screams “innocence”. He is dark, intense, experienced, and always ready to show you a good time.

“What I mean, y/n, is that Ten’s waiting for me in my room”.

Oh.

“No problem, Johnny, I’ll be alright down here” you tell him, your voice tight, wondering whether this was an invitation to follow him, or a request for him to leave.

“No, y/n. Come on”. Johnny’s eyes are dark and serious, as they so often are when he’s turned on. You’re suddenly hyper aware that you’re in

a communal space - Jae could easily be slumped in the corner of the room, listening to the tension between you two as he so-often was - but you still don’t want to make nice with Johnny, so you shake him off you and somewhat stomp your way to his room, the man following you closely and quickly.

You barge open his door, pushing your weight onto it, and sitting in a leather armchair, leaning out of the window, is Ten. Shirtless. Oh shit, he’s hot.

“Oh, y/n, sorry fuck- hi” Ten sputters, reaching for something to cover himself up and eventually just wrapping his arms around his torso.

“Baby, you still up for trying this?” Johnny asks. Both you and Ten respond quietly and quickly with a tentative “yes”. .

“Hah, I was talking to Ten, but sure y/n I know you’re okay with it”, responds Johnny sassily, walking past you towards Ten. “Hot”, he assesses, looking at Ten just as he’d looked at you earlier.

Knowing that Johnny was checking him out like that turned Ten on, his cock growing harder under his lazy cargo pants. He hadn’t long been at the gym with Jae and Haechan, and the post work-out effect had left him slightly tired but, visually, incredibly attractive. His abs were tight and defined, even as he was leant over the window frame.

“Heard Ten was really good at fingering when he was dating that girl in first year. Not to make this weird or anything”.

Neither you nor Ten replies to this. So like, does Ten actually want this? I don’t get it, you think to yourself. And, honestly, you don’t know that Ten is only really doing this for Johnny. In the moment, he seems pretty damn into you. He stands tall, despite being the same height as you, shirtless with his hair slightly wet from just having showered, carrying the scent of sandalwood and sweet floral undertones. He moves towards you, and your heart pounds, your hands trembling slightly as you become hot and wet for him... Confidently, the man sits on the edge of the bed, a slightly playful and teasing smile spreading across his lips, and he pulls you by your arm so you end up falling next to him. You’re surprised by the sudden action, causing your heart to race faster.

“Mm, he’s right, you know, I’m pretty fucking good in bed” Ten teases you. You and Ten locked eyes as he placed his hand around your waist and pulled you close to him. He wasn’t sure about this, but he felt a compelling urge to kiss you. Ten feels Johnny place his hand on his thigh, squeezing gently, and it gives him the confidence he needs to lean in, chasing for your sweet, tender lips.

As Ten’s lips meet yours, you feel your heart murmuring, beating like it never has before. You take his kiss deep - although it feels sexual and intense, as opposed to passionate and loving. His tongue is greedy, chasing for yours and playing with your lips with gentle nips every so often. Johnny stands behind Ten, softly playing with his long hair, almost reassuring him. You feel Ten move his hands from your waist down to your thigh.

“Well, aren’t you two both such needy and horny, little things” Johnny teases, his voice dark and dominant. “Ten, honey, you know you don’t have to fuck her tonight, but she seems to want more than just a sweet kiss from you”.

Disappointing. Of course you didn’t expect that Ten would actually go all the way with you - although he has been with many girls in the past, you guess he just doesn’t actually enjoy that. But you can feel his fingers dancing up your thigh, altering their pressure as they skip across your crotch, brushing with gentle pressure over the crotch of your trousers and making their way to your opposite thigh. He is so careful and coordinated with his touch, different to Johnny - more thought-out, almost. Johnny bends down closer to Ten and kisses the back of his neck, whispering to him with a firm tone; “Ten, you need to be rough with her, she’s a dirty slut. You need to rip her panties off and fill her with your fingers and -”. You stop listening to Johnny’s instructions, becoming distracted by your growing wetness, pulsating as you feel the blood rush through your body. All you can feel is how Ten pushes you down onto your back, moving on top of you so he has full access to your delicate, glistening folds. As he does so, Johnny follows, teasing Ten’s upper thighs but not yet removing his cargo pants. “Ten, pleaasee” you beg, slightly moaning when you feel his slightly cold hands work at the button of your trousers, pulling them down awkwardly. You arch your back at the cold, slightly ticklish sensation. The arching is enough to grab Johnny’s attention - “damn, babygirl you’re sensitive tonight, does our slut need more attention?”. You whine in frustration, arching your back again to allow ten to remove your trousers all the way. As Ten does so, Johnny leans over him from behind and grabs his pants and pulls them down - he’s commando, so Johnny immediately grabs his hard, throbbing cock, releasing a moan from the man who is largely preoccupied with you, teasing your clit at a constant, steady pace. Johnny slowly pumps up and down Ten’s cock. “Listen, sweet baby, I want you to make y/n come all over us. I’m going to do to you what I want you to do to her - follow my lead, and you’ll make her come”. You heard that part - fuck, i just want to come, you think to yourself.

Johnny cocks his head. “Sound okay, babies?” he asks you both, receiving two half-confident moans in response. He’s definitely in charge of you both.

Johnny tightens his grip on Ten, prompting him to slip two fingers immediately inside of you, taking you deep without a second thought. It was intense, but so necessary. You respond with a sharp intake of breath, once again arching your back. When Johnny speeds up his movements around Ten’s pulsating member, Ten quickens his pace with you. He’s moving his fingers in and out of you at a rushed pace, desperate to bring you to orgasm. Ten was genuinely horny, enjoying playing with you and chasing your upcoming orgasm, and although he had some limits, this wasn’t beyond his boundaries. He was so incredibly attracted to you. Your little, desperate breaths quicken, becoming deeper and longer as Johnny tightens his grip further, slowing down on Ten’s cock, and Ten responds in the same manner. He begins to slowly, but deeply, insert his fingers inside of you, pushing deep and steadily against your G spot.

“She’s actually so beautiful” Ten mutters quietly and breathlessly. Johnny responds, once again quickening his pace on Ten’s cock, planting kisses along his shoulders. This encourages Ten to quicken his pace, using the “come here” motion to hit your g-spot successfully with every repetition he makes. “And she’s such a slut” Ten adds, as you now whine quietly, high-pitched moans leaving you every time he hits your g-spot. He places his lips on yours, swallowing your moans with his deep, warm kiss. His lips are sweet and slightly swollen, making them gentle and exciting enough to continue kissing him, despite how close you were to your oblivion, and how distracting Ten’s fingers were. Johnny finally releases Ten after edging him for way too long - but doesn’t let Ten come just yet. Ten takes this as his cue to focus purely on you, tipping you over the edge. You’re moaning deliriously as Ten slips in a third finger and, with his other hand, wraps around your ass, playing with your sensitive skin around the entrance. Ten’s very good at this - he presses a thumb against your ass, gently but with enough pressure to change the sensation deep inside of you. You feel your pussy tightening, grabbing onto Ten’s slender fingers as he continues desperately chasing your orgasm, waiting patiently for his own. But Johnny is becoming fed up of waiting, so he drops his own pants and presents his cock in front of your mouth. “Work for your orgasm. Be my cumslut” Johnny demands strictly. You take his cock as deep as you can, feeling your pussy tighten as Ten drives you closer to orgasm. You suck Johnny deep and hard, using your tongue how you know he likes it. The sight of Johnny’s cock, dripping and filling your mouth, drives Ten insane. He isn’t even being pleasured, but he, too, feels so close to his orgasm, dripping presum from his tip. You’re still panting and moaning into Johnny’s cock when you finally reach your orgasm. Ten reaches one hand from your ass to Johnny’s, again pressing his finger into Johnny enough to send him over the edge. He explodes into your mouth, causing you to gag and splutter as you immediately come over Ten’s fingers. Your eyes stream with tears as the intensity of your orgasm sweeps through your body, weakening you head-to-toe.

“Y/n, you’re not finished, baby” says Johnny, standing. “Y/n, suck Ten’s cock while I fuck him good”, he tells you. And you do exactly what he says. Johnny is so gentle with Ten - so tender and loving. You can see now, despite your mouth being stuffed with Ten’s dripping, pulsating cock, that the love between these two is different. It’s intense, it’s passionate, it’s inherently sexual but yet so nurturing and tender. What you have with Johnny is fun - but you know you were friends first, friends now, and will always be friends. But you also know that this might be the last time you fuck John Suh as your boyfriend, and you didn’t even actually end up fucking him. The thought saddens you, but it passes quickly as you continue to pleasure Ten whilst sat on your knees. It doesn’t take long before you release him, and he lets his come spill out over your swollen breasts. Just a few moments later, Johnny follows, adding his cum to the sticky mess dripping on you. Johnny leans over you to kiss Ten - and in this kiss, there is so much love. You realise that he has chosen Ten in his moment of vulnerability, not you. But lying there, barely awake and covered in their come, you don’t mind. Ten flashes you a sexy smile as he kisses your belly, covered in Johnny’s come. Johnny pleasures your nipples, cleaning them up with his swollen lips before leaning down to kiss you, and moving back to kiss Ten, forcing him to taste his own mess. “Okok”, you say quickly. “I’m going to wash up in the bathroom”.

Your back is aching, you’re covered in come, and your whole body is weak and trembling from the intensity of working so hard for these two men. And Johnny was right - Ten was very good in bed. But you expected nothing less of the man who is good at everything.

Within 15 minutes, the three of you were asleep in the bed together. And within a few hours, you woke up, noticed how Ten wrapped his leg over Johnny’s, and how Johnny held his arm out for you to lean into. Feeling disgusting and tired, your heart sort of aching, you decided to slip back into your own room. You know you have to leave.

Thanks for reading! I’m sorry I didn’t go into full angst detail about the end of the *situation*. There will be a short follow-up sequel, mostly just angst, that will deal with the end of the relationship, just so this story doesn’t end up with no proper resolution. I hope you enjoyed how the situation unfolded, but more importantly - I hope you enjoyed the smut. I’ll be releasing follow-ups set in the NCIT frat house in the future, so please follow and interact!

~tenskittens~

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Ominous

Choi Beomgyu x Reader

Summary: Nothing bad happens when you visit presumably haunted houses on Halloween, absolutely nothing.

Genre: Horror, I guess some angst as well, sprinkle of fluff 

Warning: Blood, demons, nightmares, visions from nightmares, screaming, crying

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Walking side by side, hand in hand you and your boyfriend got closer to the dark house as you started clutching the flashlight in your other hand with each step you took. This was such a bad idea. 

Why did you say yes to this? 

Why did Beomgyu say yes to this? 

There must be something seriously wrong with both of you. Going to the supposedly haunted house on your favourite holiday might just be the stupidest idea you agreed to. 

“Ready to go in?” Beomgyu asked you as you two stepped up to the front door of the house.

“Sure, but you know we could just not.” You tried reasoning, “We don’t have to.”

He hummed, “We kind of do. Yeonjun dared us.” You immediately rolled your eyes at that statement. Just because that clown dared you to do something doesn’t mean you have to actually do it. You were never playing Truth or Dare with him again.

“Ugh let’s just get this over with.” You pointed the flashlight at the door, grimacing at the old wood that was rotting away. Your boyfriend however walked up to the door and opened it, albeit with a little more force, and suddenly you were in.

The inside of the room looked like any other haunted house you saw in horror movies. Dusty, dark and ominous. There was old furniture covered in white sheets, but some uncovered and as you stopped at a couch the first thing you thought of was that your aunt has a couch like this, both were very unattractive.

“Hey baby come check this out!” You jogged to where Beomgyu was standing holding a frame with an old looking photo inside it. It was a picture of the previous owners, or so you suspected, but your eyes caught something in the corner. “Look, you see that in the corner?”

You nodded, “I was actually just looking at that,” you took the photo from his hands, Beomgyu walking away from you to another room of the house, “What even is that?” You questioned as you moved the picture up and down, a face showing in the corner whenever you moved it up. “Creepy.” You said putting the frame back down. Turning around your eyes followed the flashlight as you moved it around the hall in search of your boyfriend. 

“Beom? Babe?” Your feet seemed to carry you on their own to the direction where you last saw your boyfriend go as the floor creaked under them. Suddenly you turned towards the grand staircase after hearing a thump over there. You tried squinting your eyes to see better while you shined your light towards it. “Hello? Anyone there?”

You now understood the characters in horror movies more when you yourself started walking towards the sound to investigate it. A shiver ran down your spine at the gust of wind that seemed to pass you, carrying your hair with it, yet you saw no open windows anywhere. “Beom if this is you it is not fucking funny!”

”Careful.”

A scream fell past your lips at the voice whispering in your ear, then another scream but this time it was not one from you. You ran to the source of the scream you recognised as Beomgyu’s, getting into the room you desperately called his name, shining the light around the room in search of him. Walking over to what seemed like a cabinet you jumped with yet another scream as your boyfriend jumped out yelling, “BOO!”

You put your arm on your heart to steady it’s fast beating as your ass of a boyfriend laughed at your fear stricken face. “You complete idiot,” you hit his shoulder with the flashlight, “You could have given me a heart attack. You know how worried I got when I heard you scream?”

You were pulled into his arms, relaxing when you felt the warmth from him, “I’m sorry babygirl, but that was part of the bet.”

“Ugh I’m killing Yeonjun when we get back to the dorm.” Putting your head on his shoulder you started breathing normally again, scratching your arms. Taking your hand in his, he led the two of you out of the house and back to the dorm.

 “So that thump on the stairs and the voice was you?” You questioned after a few minutes of silent walking.

He looked at you quizzically, “What are you talking about?” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “The thump and voice saying ‘careful’, that was you right?”

He stared blankly at you, “Babe I waited in that room the entire time, I didn’t even walk out until you came in.”

You thought it through, if it wasn't you and it wasn’t Beom, then either you experienced a real paranormal activity or he’s teasing you to scare you more. Deciding on the latter option as the correct one you simply laughed and bumped his shoulder with yours. 

The 25 minute walk passed quickly and soon you were back in the safety and warmth of TXT's dorm. After punching Yeonjun in both his shoulders, you decided to make some hot cocoa for yourself. Grabbing all the ingredients around the kitchen, and the mug from the cupboard, you started making the cocoa. Placing the mug on the counter you went on to heat up the milk. 

Humming you waited for the milk to warm up so you could put the cocoa powder in, except you were cut off from the process by a loud bang which pulled a surprised little scream out of you. Looking towards the source of the bang you found the mug broken on the floor. Many footsteps came towards the direction of the kitchen to see what happened.

"(y/n) everything okay in here?" Soobin's voice spoke first while the rest looked at the mess in front of them. In an instant Beomgyu was next to you and helping you pick up the broken pieces.

You looked at Soobin giving him a short nod, "Yeah, I must've put the mug too close to the edge and it fell off." Throwing away the pieces you pick up another mug, this time keeping a hold on the handle. "Sorry for the mug everyone," you gave them a sheepish smile, scratching your arm.

"It's alright Noona, we have more mugs." Kai waved it off.

"Kai how many times have I told you that you don't have to call me that?"

"Enough for me to remember, but ignore." He laughed, walking to the living room with the others to continue watching the movie.

You felt a hand on your waist, turning to look towards the person you were met with Beomgyu's smile, "Are you sure you're okay?" 

You gave him a smile of your own while nodding your head and a kiss on the cheek for good measures. The night continued on with you watching horror movies, you all finished the movies around midnight, opting on going to sleep as they had a packed schedule tomorrow, even if you tried convincing them they should go earlier. 

You could’ve sworn the dreams you had were placed there to mess with you even more than you already had been through the night. Images of dark hallways that spun in circles, shadows following you and screams emanating from the end of the hallways were swimming in your dreams, pulling you from sleep. 

Opening your eyes after not being able to fall asleep again for who knows how many minutes you slipped from your boyfriend’s arms, scratching your own and looking at his sleeping, peaceful form one more as you left the room to not wake him or any of the members up. Deciding to get a water bottle and turn on the TV to watch something, you got comfortable on the couch, watching until you got tired enough to fall asleep again.

As it seems God wasn’t on your side as you couldn’t even close your eyes without remembering your dream, flashes of the shadows and various other terrifying faces screaming in your face flashed through your eyes, ringing deep in your ears. You dropped the water bottle as you covered your ears in an attempt to drown them out, eyes tearing when none of it stopped, only getting louder. The ringing in your ears was too much, the high pitched screams that made your skin crawl pulled a choked sob from your throat.

As fast as it came it disappeared, leaving you shaking on the couch expecting the worst, expecting something to happen again but nothing did until you uncovered your ears, seeing red on your palms. With a shaking hand you brought it to your ears, feeling a wet spot and when you looked at your fingers you confirmed what you thought.

Rushing to the bathroom you grabbed a clean cloth, soaking it in water as you cleaned the blood that was dripping from your ears. Tears build up in your eyes once again, falling freely down your cheeks as you cried, in confusion, in fear.

Cleaning your ears and making sure they weren’t bleeding anymore you washed your face from tears and to wake you up more, there was no way you could sleep after what just happened and you weren’t even going to try. Drying your face with a towel you looked at yourself in the mirror only to see another face behind you.

Dark bangs covered its eyes but not enough to not see them, it didn’t even have any eyes! Only holed out sockets that were spilling a dark crimson blood from them, its mouth was pulled into a sinister smile showing off the razor sharp teeth that were hiding beneath.

“I told you to be careful, didn’t I?” Its neck cracked painfully to the side, a bone sticking from it. You couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, couldn’t do anything except watch this thing in the mirror. Gathering some courage you glanced behind you only to be met with an empty space where the thing should have been standing. Confused you turned back to the mirror only to see the creature still standing there, still giving you the same sinister smile. 

It started stalking towards you, you desperately looking behind yourself to catch it and back to the mirror as it was moving in closer. A hand was stretched out to you, boney long fingers with sharp nails coming through the mirror to scratch at your cheek.

“Stupid child, you should have never went into the house.” The voice terrified you beyond anything you've seen in horror movies, it opened its mouth, skin around it stretching and breaking until it was opened as large as your head. In one swift motion it clasped its teeth around your head as a scream finally reached from somewhere within you.

The guys woke up when they heard your screams, Beomgyu jumping from his bed to hurry to where you were and they found you on the floor of the bathroom, screaming, crying and thrashing around. Beomgyu was by your side trying to get you to calm down but you wouldn’t let him touch you, screaming whenever you felt a hand on your body. He watched with a heavy heart as you were forced to calm down on your own without being able to hold you close and console you himself.

“Baby are you okay?” Beomgyu asked worriedly.

You looked dead in his eyes before saying, “There was something in the mirror.” A chill went through all five boys, your voice so low and groggy from crying yet so serious at the same time.

Yeonjun’s voice caught your attention as you slowly moved your gaze to his, “What do you mean something was in the mirror? What was?”

You hang your head, your body starting to shake once again. All of them thought you started crying again, until they heard a low laughter coming from you.

Beomgyu grabbed you by your shoulders, “(y/n) baby are you okay?” But the laughter only grew louder.

“Stupid humans,” you jerked your head to look at them, dark crimson blood oozing from your eyes and a menacing smile on your lips, “she’s mine now.”

“Wh-what are you? Leave her alone!” Beom was screaming, tears falling from his eyes. He was shaking the thing’s shoulders because he refused to believe that was still his sweet girlfriend.

“You should watch what house you’re entering next time, Choi Beomgyu.”

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The Chain

Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night. Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, passionate sex, LOTS of angst

Word Count: 2414

Author’s Notes: I wrote this for @buckyblues/@edenslibrary 4K Writing Challenge. The prompt I chose was the song The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, I absolutely LOVE Fleetwood Mac so this was a no brainer choice. I hope you all like it!

“Are you SCARED?” It’s a relatively normal question to ask after the events that have occurred over the past few days. They’d won, they’d really WON against Thanos, all forces joined together to retrieve the stones and make everything RIGHT. Of course, they hadn’t expected the victory to come at the expense of Tony Stark. He was a friend to them, a husband to Pepper and a father to Morgan. Tony was part of the many losses they’d endured from the moment Thanos snapped his fingers, and frankly, Steve was tired.

Tony’s funeral was set for the next morning followed by his MISSION to return all of the stones and Mjølnir to their EXACT spots in time. Steve was the first to offer up his services to return them, they’d already all lost so much and it just felt appropriate for him to bring them back. If anything went wrong, it was on him. And that was fine, he would lay down his life for the cause, just like Vision, Natasha, and Tony had done.

Steve was pulled from his thoughts by the delicate fingers wrapping around his chest from behind, the smell of her vanilla lavender perfume wafting through his nostrils. “Hm?” He asked, head turning over his shoulder to look at y/n.

“I said, are you scared? You know, for returning the stones.” Her voice was soft as she spoke, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. Y/N HERSELF was nervous, but they were one mission away from the conclusion of the nightmare they’d been living over the past FIVE years. Although there’d be more missions to come, as always, she was looking forward to enjoying at least a few days of alone time relaxing with Steve.

Her question makes Steve shake his head, turning around where he sat to meet her gaze. “No, I’m not scared.” He was being honest, he wasn’t scared. More so, he was CURIOUS. He had learned that going back to return the stones would be quite simple, as long as he followed the same rules he had when they had originally retrieved them. However, there was one thought that crossed his mind about going back in time.

PEGGY. 

Peggy Carter had been stuck in his brain ever since he’d gone back in time with Tony and saw her, saw her in the FLESH. She was right there in front of him and he couldn’t do anything about it, given the mission at hand. Running into her would’ve changed EVERYTHING, but just seeing her for that brief moment in time made that familiar warmth for her grow in his chest. It was clear she still loved him when he’d seen the picture of himself on her desk, and of course, he still loved her. He always WOULD love her.

But then along came y/n and suddenly he had opened his heart to ANOTHER woman. They had met when he was running about his nomadic life, she was a pleasant surprise and a great ESCAPE for him. She’d been with him ever since, and he truly did LOVE her. And although he loved her, he still couldn’t get the scenario of returning the stones out of his head. What if he stayed in the 40’s with his first love Peggy Carter, living out the life he had once hoped they would have?

“Then what’s got you so deep in thought?” Her hands move to cup his face, moving him to look at her. “We don’t keep secrets, remember? You can tell me ANYTHING.” It was true, they refused to keep secrets between them; their relationship was built on communication and trust from the start.

Steve sighed, it’s not FAIR to keep his thoughts to himself, especially if it meant hurting her in the long run. He pulls her hands from his face, moving to hold them in his lap. His eyes stare at their hands together, unsure of how to start the conversation. “I’ve just been thinking about tomorrow, about returning the stones…” He pauses, furrowing his brows. “I told you that I saw Peggy when I went back with Tony to retrieve the tesseract. Of course I’m going to go back and return the stone to that point in time, and I can’t help but think about...WELL, about what life would’ve been like if I didn’t go into the ice. What would have happened if I made it back to her…”

Y/N’s heart is breaking at his words, she COMPLETELY understood how he felt about Peggy, and she had never minded when he spoke about her. It didn’t bother her of course because it was all related to the past, not related to the present or the FUTURE.

She’s distracting herself from crying by listening to the wind blow through the open window. She turns her head towards it, noticing how the night came down and enveloped the sky in the moon and stars. They sat in silence like this for a moment before she turned her attention back to him, letting go of his hands.

“I can’t believe you’d even THINK about that as a possibility.” She’s frustrated, getting up off the bed and running her hands through her hair. She didn’t LIKE this feeling, the feeling of being second best. She didn’t deserve to feel like that. “After all we’ve been through, after the YEARS of pain and suffering, after finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel...you want to throw all of this away...throw ME away.” Her voice is rising now but she can’t help it.

Steve doesn’t know how to respond, taking a few deep breaths to keep his composure. “I was just saying I was THINKING about it, nothing is set in stone.” Y/N can’t help but scoff at the words, her arms flailing as she speaks. “Nothing is set in STONE? I SHOULD be set in stone, this shouldn’t even be a discussion.” She hissed, fighting back tears once again. 

“I know, I KNOW okay? You asked me what I was thinking and I was being honest, as I have always been with you. There has always been a part of me that wondered what if with her, and then I met you and things have been INCREDIBLE, but the thoughts have never left” Steve admitted, a part of him wishing he hadn’t even been honest.

“This is it, Steve. Tomorrow is THE day you take those stones back so you’re going to have to make a decision.” She moves closer to the bed, arms crossed against her chest, her eyes locking on his blue hues as the tears that she had been keeping at bay start to fall down her cheeks. “If you don’t love me NOW, you will NEVER love me again.” She declared. “It’s me or Peggy. If you choose her I’m gone.”

Her tears pull him back to reality, what was he even THINKING? Was he really about to go back in time, return the stones, and go back to Peggy? What if what they had wasn’t enough to keep them together? He’d end up stuck in the past, unhappy with the decision he made, wishing he had chosen y/n instead.

“Babygirl…” The words are soft and she practically MELTS at his pet name for her. He stands up, pulling her into his chest, caressing her tousled hair. “I’m sorry...I DO love you, alright? I told you I wanted you forever and I do, I would NEVER break the chain.” The chain is how Steve liked to refer to their relationship, their BOND. ‘You and I are stronger than string, you’ve got me tied to you by a metal CHAIN babygirl..’ He had once said, back when they’d first gotten together in the nomad days.

Y/N slowly relaxes into his chest, the words loosening the pain she was feeling in her heart. “I love you SO much.” She leans up to press a kiss to his lips, rushed and sloppy and with EVERY bit of passion she had for him. Steve’s lips melt to her own, hands trailing down her back until they reach the bottom of her ass, tugging her up into his arms. Her hands are roaming through his hair, only breaking the kiss when they both have run out of AIR.

Steve wastes no time in tossing her gently against the bed, both of their hands clawing at buttons, zippers, and fabric until their clothes are thrown in a pile on the floor. “I love you too.” He whispers against her lips, fingers rubbing in circular motions against her clit. Y/N’s nails claw at Steve’s chiseled back, ARCHING her own as his lips place hot kisses to the skin of her collarbone.

Her nails rake down his sides until she reaches his cock, wrapping her hand around it and eliciting a GROAN of approval from Steve. “Need you, Steve...please.” She begged below him, hips rolling into his hand as he rubbed his fingers along her damp folds.

He nestles himself between her thighs, rubbing the tip of his cock against her wetness before pushing inch by inch inside. She’s so warm, so TIGHT around him, rolling his hips forward once more until he bottoms out. Y/N instinctively wraps her legs around him, pulling him as deep as she can, eyes closing in satisfaction. 

“You’re so WET babygirl...feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His hips move back and forth, pulling out until just the tip is inside her before plunging back in again. The rhythm is filled with passion, fucking into her like it was the LAST time he’d ever be able to do so.

“Fuck, Steve I’m gonna…” Her breath hitched as waves of pleasure rolled over her, Steve’s pace continuing as he fucked her through her orgasm. It isn’t much long after she had come undone before he does as well, pumping his seed deep inside, COATING her. They stay connected, taking several minutes to catch their breath before Steve pulls out, rolling over and tugging y/n into his side.

“That was incredible…” Steve mumbled, eyes closing. Y/N’s body calms against his side, her breathing heavy as sleep enveloped her. Steve rubbed his fingers up and down y/n’s back as she slept, the events of tomorrow continuing to play out in his mind until he also fell asleep.

Tony’s funeral had proceeded that morning without a hitch, everyone solemnly suffering as they shared stories of their former Avenger, their FRIEND. It happened to be a beautiful day out for the funeral, the sun shining brightly against the water. Tony wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Shortly after many of the attendees had filtered out, Steve changed out of his black suit and into the advanced tech suit he had worn the last time he went back in time with the Pym particles.

He stood with Bruce (half Hulked out) and Sam, watching the stones glisten as Bruce opened the clasp on the briefcase.

“Remember.” Bruce stated. “You have to return the stones to the EXACT moment you got ‘em or you’re gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.”

“Don’t worry Bruce.” Steve replied, shutting the briefcase closed. “Clip all the branches.” Steve and Bruce talk briefly before Steve starts walking towards the time machine, Sam by his side.

“You know, if you want, I could come with you.” Sam is SERIOUS in his tone, Steve making eye contact with him. “You’re a good man, Sam. This one’s on me though.” Steve approaches Bucky next, a smile spreading across his face. “Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.” He orders, a matching smile spreading on Bucky’s own face. “How can I? You’re taking all the STUPID with you.” The two embrace for a moment before pulling away.

“Gonna miss you, buddy.” Bucky confessed, eyes twinging with sadness. Steve doesn’t want him to worry, turning his head before walking towards y/n. “It’s going to be okay, Buck.”

Steve’s hand comes up caress your cheek, gripping at your chin to pull you in for a kiss. It feels DIFFERENT from the rest, more FINAL. “I love you, y/n. I always will.” She furrows her brows at the comment, squeezing his bicep gently.

“I love you too, now go on, you’ve got some stones to return.”

Steve turns and walks up the stairs and into the time machine, holding the briefcase tightly in one hand with Mjølnir in the other. “How long is this gonna take?” Sam asks, turning to look at Bruce. “For him, as long as he needs. For us, five SECONDS. You ready, Cap?” Bruce inquired, resulting in a nod from Steve. “All right, we’ll meet you back here, okay?”

“You bet.” With that Steve closes his helmet, y/n letting go of a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Five seconds. It’ll just be five seconds and he’ll be BACK to her.

“Going quantum. Three...two...one…” With that Steve is snapped away, leaving everyone to look at the empty time machine. “And returning in five...four...three...two...one…” Bruce presses the button, a worried look on his face. He starts to play with a few buttons, y/n’s eyes widening with FEAR.

“Where is he?” Sam questioned, turning his head to Bruce. “I don’t know. He blew right by his time stamp. He should be here.”

“Bruce, get him the HELL back.” Y/N snarled, this could NOT be happening. What if he was stuck somewhere in time forever? As y/n, Sam, and Bruce converse Bucky notices something off in the distance, turning his voice to the attention of the group.

“Guys…” They all turn in Bucky’s direction, y/n walking over to him and searching for what he was looking at. Her eyes narrow in on someone sitting on a bench in the distance, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. She jogs towards the figure on the bench, a SMILE spreading on her face.

“Steve, I thought we lost you forever” Her voice trails off taking in the sight of him. Yes, it’s him, but he’s aged SIGNIFICANTLY. She looks over his outfit, noticing a thin band around his ring finger, THE ring finger.

“Y/N…” His voice is frail, turning to look at her, a sigh leaving his lips. “Y/N, I’m REALLY sorry.”

Hot tears start to stream down her face, her head shaking in disbelief. How could he? After last night, how could he do THIS?

“I can STILL hear you saying you would never break the CHAIN...”

Taglist: @turtoix

#buckyblues 4k challenge #buckyblues #edenslibary #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers #marvel fic #marvel

[supernatural-fangirl1967]

Keeping Secrets - Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Daddy Dean, FLUFF

Word Count: 4,130

Square Filled: Pillow Forts (Fluff Bingo)

Square Filled: Pillow Fort (Dean Bingo)

A/N: This was written for @spnfluffbingo​ and @spndeanbingo​. Please let me know what you think!

Series Masterlist

“Daddy, what are we going to do at your house?” Abby asks from her carseat.

“Well, what all do you like to do?” he asks her.

“Ummm, me and Mommy do girl things but I don’t think that you’ll like those.”

Dean chuckles. “Sweetheart, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

Abby gasps. “Even tea parties?”

“Especially tea parties,” Dean smiles as he tries to keep his eyes on the road. “Do you like camping?”

“Yeah!” Abby says excitedly. “Mommy puts a tent in the yard sometimes but we don’t sleep in it because there’s too many bugs.” Dean chuckles as Abby talks. “Is that what we’re going to do, Daddy?”

“Not today, sweetheart,” Dean tells her softly. “But I know something that we can do that’ll be just as fun.”

“What’s that?” she asks him.

When Dean pulls up at a red light, he turns in his seat a bit so that he can smirk at her. “You’ll see when we get to Daddy’s house.”

“Me and Mommy do this a bunch,” Abby says as she helps Dean carry blankets and pillows into the living room. Dean chuckles as he turns around to bend down to Abby’s height.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good,” Abby smiles widely. “I love doing this.”

“Good,” Dean smiles. “I promise that I’ll take you on a real camping trip sometime, alright?”

“That makes me happy.”

“Well, if you’re happy then I’m happy too,” Dean smiles as he takes the load out of Abby’s arms and drops it to the floor.

“Daddy, are we going to stay up all night?”

“We can if that’s what you want to do,” Dean tells her, knowing that she’ll probably be asleep before nine.

“Yep,” Abby giggles as she tries to help Dean. She moves the pillows around, tells him when she thinks that he’s making a mistake, and criticizes the way the blankets are being draped over various pieces of furniture. Dean sighs and he teasingly argues with Abby all while thinking about how he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“There,” Dean says as he looks over at Abby. “How’s that for a fort? You like it?”

“I love it!” Abby squeals excitedly as she claps her little hands. “Don’t tell Mommy, but you can make forts better than her.”

Dean chuckles as he holds one corner of the blanket up and motions for Abby to crawl on in. “Well, I might be better at making forts but I doubt that my cooking is as good as Mom’s, and unfortunately I can hear your stomach growling so what do you want to eat? Do you like grilled cheese?”

“Yeah! And ketchup soup,” Abby says, causing Dean to have to bite his lips together to keep himself from laughing.

“Sweetheart, you mean tomato soup?” Dean asks her.

“Duh,” Abby says as she gives Dean an innocent look.

“Well you sit and be a good girl and I will bring it to you, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Dean chuckles as he drops the corner of the blanket before turning to walk into the kitchen. Dean can hear Abby softly singing to herself and it causes his heart to melt. He’s never heard anything sound so sweet, and he honestly doesn’t know how on earth you’re surviving right now without her. He’s known about her a week and he wants nothing more than to be with her everyday.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Dean says as he pokes his head underneath the blankets to hand her a plate. Abby stares down at it and Dean frowns as he crawls in beside of her with a plate for himself. “Abby, what’s wrong, sweetie?”

She looks at Dean and smiles widely at him. “You cut the crust off.”

“Yeah,” Dean says slowly. “Did you not want me to cut it off?”

“Yeah, I did,” Abby tells him softly. “But I didn’t ask you too and you still did it.”

Dean smiles at her. “I figured that you like it that way.”

“You’re a good Daddy,” Abby tells him as she bites into her sandwich.

“Well, I am glad that you think so, cutie.”

Abby giggles as Dean reaches over to gently mess her hair up. He smiles at her before reaching over to grab the remote. Abby’s little eyes stay glued to the T.V. screen as she eats, and Dean’s eyes stay glued to her.

“Daddy, can we sleep here?” Abby asks without looking over at Dean.

“If that’s what you want to do then we sure can,” Dean tells her. “I do want you to see your room before you fall asleep though, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiles widely.

When they’re both done eating, Dean grabs both of their plates to take them to the kitchen. He sets everything down in the sink and decides that cleaning up isn’t as important as being with Abby right now. Dean turns to walk to the living room, but he stops and jumps when he sees Abby standing there.

“Woah!” Dean hollers as he brings a hand up to his heart. “Sweetheart, you scared me.”

“I do that to Mommy a lot,” Abby giggles as Dean takes a deep breath.

“You’re like a ninja, kiddo,” Dean chuckles as he leans over to pick Abby up. She smiles widely at him as she wraps both of her little arms tightly around his neck.

“Daddy?”

“What, baby?”

“Can I see my room now so that we can sleep in the fort?”

“Alright,” Dean laughs as he turns to carry Abby down the hallway. He puts her down so that she can run to her room. “To the left, sweetheart.” Abby runs into Dean’s room and he chuckles as he walks in there to see what she’s up to. “Left, sweetheart. You went right.”

“Well, I don’t know my directions, Daddy,” Abby huffs.

“You don’t?” Dean asks her. “Didn’t we learn those a few days ago?”

“Well, I guess that you just aren’t a good teacher then,” Abby giggles.

Dean fakes a gasp. “Oh, you have had it, little girl.” Abby squeals as she takes off running out of the room, but Dean throws an arm out and picks her up.

“No, Daddy! No!” Abby laughs breathlessly as she pounds her little fists against Dean’s arm. “Please don’t tickle me!”

“I promise not to tickle you if you promise me that you didn’t mean what you just said,” Dean tells her.

“Okay,” Abby giggles. “I promise.”

Dean chuckles as he lets Abby go. She runs out into the hallway and stops when she sees her room.

“Daddy, is that mine?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s yours,” Dean tells her softly. Abby walks into the room and Dean leans up against the doorframe as she explores this new space. “Do you like it?”

Abby nods her little head. “Did Mommy help you?”

“No,” Dean chuckles.

Abby turns around to gape at Dean. “Then how did you know what I like?”

Dean shrugs his shoulders a bit at her. “I took a guess.”

“Wow, you’re good at that,” Abby says, causing Dean to have to bite his lips and hold in a laugh once more. Abby gasps before running over to her bed and grabbing the stuffed puppy dog that’s sitting on her pillow. “I’ve got the same one at Mommy’s but she was washing it and I couldn’t bring it.”

“Now you’ve got it here,” Dean tells her, feeling proud that he caused that big smile on her face.

“Can I take it into the fort with me?”

“Of course, baby.”

Abby squeals as she takes off running towards the living room. Dean smiles as he follows her and she almost trips as she tries to duck underneath the blankets.

“Careful,” Dean chuckles as he ducks in behind her. Abby plops down on the couch cushions that Dean laid out on the floor before she motions at him to sit down beside of her.

“Here, Daddy,” Abby smiles as Dean settles in beside of her. Abby lays her little head over onto Dean’s shoulder and he smiles as he wraps an arm around her. When Abby’s body goes limp, Dean looks over at her to see that she is out of it. Dean carefully pulls her over into his lap and picks the remote up to turn the T.V. off. He gently lays Abby down onto one of the couch cushions that he has laid down on the ground before grabbing one of the many blankets that are laying around and draping it over her.

Dean pulls his phone out of his pocket and he smiles when he sees that he has a text from you.

How’s it going?

Dean looks down at Abby before he replies. She’s asleep.

Good. I was afraid that she’d keep you up all night.

Nah. She’s been good. You’ll probably hear all about it tomorrow.

I don’t doubt it. You call me if you need anything.

Will do, sweetheart.

Dean sets his phone down onto one of cushions before he lays down beside of Abby. He looks over at her little face and he can’t help the wide smile that spreads across his. He can’t believe that this amazing tiny human being is a part of him.

Dean’s eyes slide shut but he never drifts off into a deep sleep. He keeps waking up and looking over at Abby to see if she’s still alright. When his eyes pop open and he sees that Abby is awake and crying, his heart breaks.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean says softly as he reaches over to gently pull Abby tightly to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I miss Mommy,” Abby whines as she turns her little head to hide her face in Dean’s neck.

“Well, that’s okay, sweetheart,” Dean tells her softly. “You were so tired that you fell asleep before you could call Mommy to talk to her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“Because I’m not supposed to miss Mommy when I’m with you.”

“Show me where it says that in the rule book,” Dean tells her. Abby looks at Dean and he gives her a soft smile. “We can call Momma if you want to.”

“What if Mommy’s asleep?”

“I don’t think that she cares if you need to talk to her,” Dean says as he pulls up your number to call you.

“Dean?”

“Hey, I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“No. I haven’t been able to go to sleep anyways.”

Dean frowns a bit when he hears you sniff. “Well, we’ve got a little girl here who is missing her Momma.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, sweetheart. She wants to talk to you is all.”

“Okay.”

“Here you go, kiddo,” Dean tells Abby as he hands the phone over to her.

“Mommy?” Abby says as she curls up into Dean’s side. He wraps an arm around her as he leans in a bit so that he can hear what you’re saying.

“Hi, babygirl. Do you like staying over at Daddy’s?”

“Yeah,” Abby smiles softly. “We made a fort!”

“Well, it sounds like you’re having all kinds of fun.”

“Yeah. I like Daddy.” Dean’s heart swells and then breaks when a big frown crosses Abby’s face. “But I miss you, Mommy.”

“Aw, I miss you too but I want you to have fun at Daddy’s, okay? I’ll be okay and Daddy’s going to take good care of you.”

“I know,” Abby says. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Abby hands Dean’s phone to him and she give him a big smile. “I feel better now, Daddy.”

“Good,” Dean chuckles as he reaches a hand over to gently ruffle up Abby’s hair. “Why don’t you turn the T.V. on for a while so that I can talk to Mommy, okay?”

“Okay,” Abby nods. Dean smiles at Abby and he crawls out of the fort before bringing the phone up so that he can speak to you.

“I think that that helped her a lot,” Dean tells you as he walks down the hallway towards his room.

“She definitely likes being there with you, Dean,” you tell him truthfully. Dean can hear the tiredness and stress in your voice, and he is thankful that Abby was oblivious to it when she talked to you.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Dean asks you softly as he shuts his bedroom door a bit, leaving it cracked open so that he can hear if Abby needs him.

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

“Please don’t lie to me.”

You swallow hard. “You know how I got fired because I told my boss that I was going to have to pick Abby up from school?”

“Yeah,” Dean tells you.

“Well, I had an interview the other day and got a call today,” you tell him. “I didn’t get it.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Dean breathes out.

“If it were only me then I could pull it off a while and move in with my parents if I had to to get on my feet. But it isn’t only me and me and my parents aren’t on good terms and I…”

“(Y/N), you do not have to worry about Abby,” Dean tells you softly. “That kid is going to be taken care of. I promise you that. I will do anything and everything that I can to help you.”

“No, Dean, I don’t want child support or anything like that,” you tell him. “As long as you take care of Abby when she’s there with you then we are good. I promise.”

“That’s not good enough for me though,” Dean tells you.

“Dean…”

“Look, (Y/N), I get that you’ve been taking care of Abby by yourself for five years without any help, but if you need it then you’ve gotta set your pride aside…”

“This isn’t about being too proud to accept your help, Dean,” you tell him truthfully.

“Then what is it about?”

You take a deep breath. “We can talk about this tomorrow when I pick Abby up, okay?”

“Okay,” Dean tells you softly.

“Thank you for the offer,” you tell him.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Dean tells you softly. “But I want you to know that you’re not alone in this anymore. I’m here to help.”

“I know that, Dean, and I appreciate it,” you tell him truthfully.

“I know you do, (Y/N).”

“Go take care of our girl now, Dean,” you tell him softly. “She needs you more than I do.”

“Alright. You call if you need me for anything.”

“I will,” you tell Dean before hanging up the phone. Dean sighs and he takes a deep breath before walking out of his room and over towards the fort.

“You okay now, sweetheart?” Dean asks Abby softly as he pokes his head into the fort.

“I’m okay, Daddy,” Abby tells Dean as she looks over at him and she nods her head a bit. Dean gives her a soft smile before crawling over to lay down beside of her once more. Abby turns the T.V. off and she lays down beside of Dean, curling up into his side.

“You didn’t have to do that if you wanted to sit up a while, sweetheart,” Dean tells Abby softly as he presses a gentle kiss to her head.

“That’s okay, Daddy,” Abby whispers as her little eyes meet his. “I like doing this. You make me feel safe.”

Dean’s heart melts a bit. “I love you, babygirl.”

“I love you too, Daddy,” Abby says softly as her little eyes drift shut. Dean presses his lips firmly to her forehead before he tightens his grip on her.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” Dean whispers to her as he lets himself drift off to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Daddy, can we get icecream?” Abby asks Dean as he straps her into her carseat.

“You do not need icecream,” Dean chuckles as he pulls away to shut the door.

“Please, Daddy,” Abby begs as Dean take his seat behind the wheel.

“Honey, I have to take you home to Momma.”

“But I thought that Mommy was going to pick me up at your house.”

“Well, sweetheart, she was but Mommy texted me and told me that she needed me to bring you home.”

“Oh,” Abby sighs disappointedly. “Daddy?”

“What, babygirl?”

“Why can’t you live with me and Mommy?”

Dean takes a deep breath. “Sweetheart, why don’t we talk about this another day, okay?”

Abby huffs as she crosses her little arms. “That’s what Mommy tells me.”

Dean chuckles as he turns a bit in his seat to see Abby pouting. “Gosh, you look like your Mom when you do that, kid.” Abby fakes a whimper and Dean can’t help but to laugh a bit at her. “You’re cute, sweetheart, but it is going to take a lot more than that to crack me.”

When Dean pulls up in your driveway and turns around to look at Abby, his heart breaks when he sees that she really is crying now.

“Oh, honey,” Dean sighs as he gets out of the car and goes to get Abby out of her carseat. Abby grips tightly onto Dean’s shirt as he grabs her bag and shuts the door. She lets out a sob into Dean’s neck as he carries her towards your front porch.

“Please, Daddy,” Abby whines. “Don’t leave me.”

“What’s wrong?” you frown as you walk out your front door.

“Someone isn’t too happy about me having to bring her home,” Dean tells you as he hands Abby over to you.

“No, Daddy!” Abby whines as she clings tightly onto Dean. “Please, Daddy.”

“Honey, you’ve gotta let Momma take you but I’ll see you in class, okay?”

“No,” she whines. “I want you to stay with me and Mommy.”

“Babygirl, I can’t,” Dean tells her as he leans in to kiss her. “Be good for Momma.”

“Okay,” Abby sniffs.

“I love you.”

Abby opens up her little mouth to say something, but then her little face scrunches up and a high-pitched whine escapes her as she begins to cry.

“Oh, please don’t cry,” Dean tells her as his heart breaks.

“I’ll take her in and get her calmed down,” you tell Dean as you turn to walk inside.

“(Y/N),” Dean says as he reaches out to gently grab onto your arm. “Is everything okay?” he asks you softly. “I mean, do you need to talk about what you mentioned to me over the phone yesterday?”

“Not right now, Dean,” you tell him. “I need to get Abby calmed down first.”

“I understand,” Dean nods. “You said while ago that you couldn’t pick Abby up because you were having car trouble. Do you want me to look at it?”

“Maybe another day, Dean,” you tell him.

“Okay,” he nods. “Call me if you need me for anything though. Alright, sweetheart?”

“Okay,” you tell Dean as you nod and give him a small smile. Dean gives you a sad smile as he reaches out to gently run a hand over Abby’s little head.

“Be good for Momma,” Dean tells her softly before he turns around to walk off.

“Abby, honey, please calm down,” you whisper softly to her as you carry her inside the house. “Daddy hat to go home, but Mommy’s got you now.”

“I know,” Abby whines as you walk over to sit down on the couch. “But I want Daddy too.”

“I know you do, baby, but Daddy doesn’t live here.”

“But he can,” Abby sniffs.

You pull Abby away a bit so that you can see her face. “Honey, I know that you wish that you could have me and Daddy both here with you but you have to understand that it can’t be that way.”

“But why not?”

You take a deep breath. “Abby, honey…”

“Do you love Daddy?”

“Abby…”

“Do you?”

There’s no way that you can lie to her with that look that she’s giving you. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “I do.”

“Then why can’t he live here and be with us, Mommy?”

“Abby, honey, it’s complicated.”

“Don’t say that just because you don’t want me to ask.”

“Abby, you know that you can ask Mommy anything that you want,” you tell her truthfully. “It isn’t that I don’t want to answer you, baby, but I don’t want Daddy to think that I only told him about you because I want anything from him. Do you understand?”

Abby shrugs her little shoulders a bit at you. “I guess so.”

“Look at me, honey,” you tell her softly. “Before you were born, me and Daddy were in love with each other.”

“You were?” Abby asks you as her little eyes widen a bit at you.

“We were,” you say and you smile softly at her. “When Mommy found out about you I had to keep it a secret from Daddy.”

“Why? Were you afraid that he wouldn’t love me?”

“Oh, no, sweetie,” you tell her softly as you gently push some of her hair out of her face. “When I found out that I was pregnant with you, I knew that Daddy would love you so much. But my Dad thought that I was going to ruin Daddy’s life if I told him about you.”

“Am I that bad?”

“No, babygirl, but me and Daddy were still kids ourselves and your Daddy had so many things that he wanted to do and if I had told him about you then he would have pushed aside all of his dreams to be with us.”

“You didn’t want him to be with us?”

“Of course I did, Abby. Honestly, I wanted so bad to tell Daddy about you and yet I let my parents talk me out of it,” you tell her. “I don’t want Daddy to think that I told him about you just to make him want me or something. I don’t want him to think that I’m using you to try and get him to be with me.”

“Daddy won’t think that, Mommy.”

“Abby, honey, this is just how things have to be for right now.”

Abby huffs at you and she crosses her little arms at you. “Mommy.”

“Please do not argue with me about this, babygirl,” you tell her. “Mommy has a headache and I know that you’re upset about this but there’s nothing that I can do about this.”

“Call Daddy and tell him that you love him.”

“Did you not listen to anything that I just told you?” you ask her.

“Yeah, but I…”

“Abby, please drop it,” you beg her.

She pouts at you. “I want Daddy.”

“I know you do, baby,” you tell Abby softly as you pull her in and hold her tightly to you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No,” Abby sniffs. You press a kiss to her head before standing up off of the couch with her.

“What do you say you and me go pick out some junk food and a good movie, then curl up on the couch and have a movie night?”

“Okay,” Abby nods, perking up a bit at the thought. “Hey, Mommy?”

“What, sweetie?”

“Me and Daddy made a fort and we slept in it!”

You fake a gasp as you pull away a bit so that you can see her face. “You didn’t.”

“We did!” Abby giggles.

“Well, I bet Daddy’s forts are nothing like mine and yours.”

“No,” Abby smiles at you. “They’re better.”

“You little traitor!” you laugh. Abby lets out a loud squeal as you tickle her while you carry her into the kitchen. Abby smiles widely at you as you sit her down onto the kitchen counter.

“Mommy?”

“What, babygirl?”

Abby takes a deep breath. “I understand why we can’t talk about it.”

You give her a soft smile. “It isn’t that we can’t talk about it, Abby, but I don’t feel like it right now, okay? Mommy’s just thankful that she doesn’t have to do this by herself. I don’t want to do anything to ruin that.”

“Okay,” Abby nods.

“And I understand why you’re upset about it,” you tell her truthfully. “I know that you love your Daddy.”

“A lot,” Abby tells you softly as her little eyes light up.

“We’ll figure this out, okay?” you tell Abby as you lean over to press a kiss to her head. “I know that it’s a little different now that you won’t always be with me, but we’ll be okay.”

“I know, Mommy,” she smiles.

You turn to open up one of the cabinet doors, taking the opportunity to let a few of your tears fall down your cheeks. They’ve been hanging on for dear life ever since you started talking to Abby, because you don’t know if everything is actually going to be okay or not.

Tags: @polina-93 @campingmonkey @justanotherwinchester @squirrelnotsam @adoptdontshoppets @imaginationisgrowth @deanwanddamons @hobby27 @cookiechipdough @akshi8278 @flamencodiva

#spnfluffbingo #spndeanbingo #keeping secrets #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n #daddy!dean #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #SPN #fanfic

[katsukis-sad-angel]

FatSquadCanons; During and right after the Chisaki arc

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x Reader, Eijirou Kirishima x Reader, & Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Summary: The Fat Gum squad and their girlfriends/wives/fiancees during and right after the Chisaki Arc in My Hero academia

Warnings: Sex talk, slight angst, mentions of intercourse, cock-warming, swearing, cuteness

Author’s Note: That gif below brought back the sun, cured my depression, got rid of my anxiety, cured the coronavirus, and made Jesus rise from the cross and beat the shit out of Pontious Pilate

Enjoy!

Taishiro Toyomitsu

Mostly SFW

Misses you

A LOT

You’re so pretty and happy and you give the best hugs and have the sweetest voice so being deprived of those things for so long…

But he had to focus

They had to save Eri, so he couldn’t have your elegant features staining the cloth of his mind right now

You, on the other hand, try and cope with your worry, lust, and sadness by rolling up in his spare hero hoodies and his big black shirts because they’re warm and they smell just like him

You miss the way he held you in his arms as though you were made of porcelain, the way he kissed your lips like it was the last time, his big, warm, soft stomach you could sink into, the twisty blonde hair you loved combing your fingers through, his big smile, his huge hands, his hugs, his lips, his dick, and his laugh

That chuckle...

It would be the death of you

You just wanted to be back in his arms… or in his lap…

Or under him while he fucked your brains out

Pick one

He hasn’t been home in 2 whole week

So your touch starved as fuck, hungry for dick, lonely, sad, and worried

You’ve been eating dinner alone and the news has been on nonstop

So when he comes home with bandages all over his scraggly, skinny yet buff body, you immediately start bawling your eyes out

You’re so happy he’s safe and alive

He holds out one of his arms to you and you stumble from your chair and collapse into his arms

“Tai! Oh, my god!”

He picks you up and carries you to the couch like the goddess you are and lays down with you, kissing your cheeks, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he missed you until your stormy sobs have calmed to the occasional violent hiccup

“Honey bear, it’s ok. I’m here now. Don’t cry sweetheart…”

I want him to call me ‘honey bear’

The two of you lay there for the rest of the day

You get up occasionally to get your man food and to take a piss, but that’s about it

Refuses to let go of your waist even though his stomach sounds like a possessed garbage disposal

“Don’t worry about me Y/n, I’m fine. Just stay here, ok?”

You rest your head on his chest to listen to the beat of his heart

Nice pecs pillow

Forehead kisses, ear nibbles, ass and thigh grabs, hand kisses, etc

He’s all over you

He thinks you such a beautiful goddamn queen through the bright red tearstains and the evidence of emotional eating that had gathered on your hips

He tells you that, just the part about your cute and squishy hips

You end up falling asleep like that under a pile of blankets

NSFW

The very next day, as soon as you’re up, you start riding him like a horse

“That’s it babygirl, be a nice little cowgirl for me. Just like that~”

“Did you miss my cock while I was gone?” He’ll whisper in your ear, sucking on one of your piercings

“Yes, fuck yes I did Tai!”

Holds your bouncing hips with the one hand that works, kisses you, sucks tiddy, and makes sure you get off at least twice before he does

When he’s done, you collapse on his chest, panting

For a couple of hours, you lay there cock warming him because he asked you to

Then his stomach started up again and you got off and fed him everything in the house while naked because he asked you too

The end

Because you asked me too

Tamaki Amajiki

SFW

…

Poor sweet elf boi

Doesn’t really know how to cope

Spends a lot of time locked in his room

You notice he’s eating less

When he allows you to come into his room, he’s always wearing one of the hoodies you let him have

On those nights, there isn’t a lot of talking, but there is a lot of cuddling

He rests his head either on your chest or your stomach, wraps his muscley arms around your waist and holds you close

Whispers ‘I love you y/n.’ every so often

You’re really worried about him

His pretty black eyes are dull, he slouches more, Mirio can’t cheer him up, you can’t cheer him up, his indigo floof droops a little, dark bags under his eyes, stutters a lot more → talks even less than before, he looks sad, and is jumpy

He’s been really distant too

Staring off into the distance, completely zoned out and lost in his thoughts

24/7

So one day when he comes back from patrol with that spunky redhead and Fatgum, you go to his room and knock

No answer

You knock again

Still no answer

You fumble with the doorknob, but it’s locked

Using your quirk, you manage to get it open

“Tama, why is your-”

“Tamaki?”

Tamaki Amajiki was rolled up in several blankets, making him look like an adorable burrito

He was struggling to escape his warm cocoon, squeaking softly as he attempted to get his arms out

He blushed as soon as you saw him and then tried to hide his face in embarrassment, but you didn’t let him sink too far

You smiled indulgently and helped him unroll

“Tamaki, if you were cold then- Wait… are those my socks?”

“Yes.” He mumbled, hiding his face in your shoulder

You giggled

“Don’t be embarrassed Tama! If you want my clothes, just ask!”

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down so you’re laying comfortably in his bed together

“How are you doing?” You coo, stroking his soft indigo locks

“Awful.” He mumbled, burying his face in your chest

“I’m sorry to hear that…” You reply, tracing the indent on the back of his neck, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. But I’m not allowed.”

“Oh. That’s ok. I don’t mean to be insensitive, but just try not to think about it. I know it’s hard and you’re under a lot of pressure, but tonight, just think about me. Or takoyaki. Or Nejire and Mirio.”

“You smell good.” He whispered bashfully, “New perfume?”

“Mm-hm! You like it?”

“Yup.”

“Good.”

You smiled sweetly, letting his soft voice (I love you Aaron Dismuke) play its melody over and over again in your brain

You were so lucky

You kissed his forehead and whispered, “If you need someone to talk to, I’m right here Tamaki. Ok?”

He nodded sleepily, eyelids drooping from lack of sleep

“I love you bunny.”

“Sweet dreams.” You sigh, relaxing in his safe embrace

NSFW

Don’t get me wrong, Tamaki is one of the sweetest, kindest, most adorable yet hot guys EVER, but he isn’t some fucking pushover

He’s domming your sorry ass in bed, whether you like it or not

He’s got tentacles

TENTACLES

GOOD HENTAI ANIME = TENTACLES

And he fucking knows how to use them to make you scream

He also has a cow hoof you can stretch yourself on

What happens if he eats noodles?

But that’s beside the point

Tentacles

With those, he can tease you, tie you up, make you cum, squirt, serve as a second dick for ur arse, put them in your mouth, etc etc etc

Anything you can imagine

Picture this: Tamaki is fucking your from behind, buried to the hilt in your cunt. Two tentacles trapping your arms against your back, one in your ass, one in your mouth, and one massaging your throbbing clit

You’re overstimulated, moaning, and crying from the pleasure, pain, and overwhelming arousal

“Do you like my tentacles Bunny? Does it feel good?”

“So wet for me… such a pretty Bunny when I fuck you like this.”

“More? Greedy bunnies get punished~”

Loves it when you’re all needy, hot, and bothered underneath him, begging for just a simple touch

It makes him feel really strong and happy

Knows it feels good because you make the most erotic faces

Nuts almost immediately when you do → tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream, and cheeks flushed

Aftercare? 

You won’t even remember the accidental scratch you got from the lobster claw

Sore pussy and/or ass?

Hickeys?

Dry throat?

Hungry?

Anything marring the beautiful expanse of skin before him?

Gone

He’ll massage you, give you a bath, food, water, endless kisses, hums to you softly, bandage you up (if need be) and tuck you in

He NEVER wants to lose you to someone else, so he makes ABSOLUTELY sure, you’re 100% feeling loved at the end

He loves you so much

Never forget that

Eijirou Kirishima

Mostly SFW

Baby boy…

He has been very distant since this whole thing started

No more study and cuddle sessions (where you normally end up fucking)

Fewer hugs and kisses

No big girl fun time in bed

Not as many baby shark doot doo doo doo doo smiles

*author drowns in utter despair*

All you have are the clothes you steal from his closet every now and then

(every time you’re in his room) cough

So while boi is being a distant and depressing fuck, you bundle up in all 11 of his Crimson Riot hoodies (some of them are used as pants) and think about him

His garnet irises, his adorable sharp-toothed smile, his killer upper body, his soft red hair, his voice (thank you Justin Cook), his hands, his dick, his manliness, the tiny scar above his eyebrow, and his sharp jawline

Perfection

Kiri, on the other hand, wonders why you’re spending so much time in your room all alone and why fuck cuddle nights stopped

Right when he needed all of the love and support, it stopped

Were you mad at him?

Did he do something to upset or offend you?

Did he say something rude or insensitive without thinking about it?

Did you get tired of him?

Did you want to break up?

Had Bakugou finally stolen your heart from him?

He couldn’t tell

You looked to upset all the time, giving him distant looks, suddenly running to your room with your eyes full of… shit, were those tears?

No, not eyes full of shit

Eyes full of tears

Come on guys

He ran after you, but by the time he got to your hallway, you were already locked in your room

He knocked on the door

“Who… Who is it?” You whimpered in a choked voice

“Uh, Eiji… your boyfriend…” He said softly, running a hand through his softened locks, “Can I come in?”

“I…” You pause, “I guess. Gimme a minute.”

Shuffling sounds

*nose-blowing*

Then the door opened to reveal a slouching you in one of his hoodies

You had a used tissue scrunched in your fist

“Babe, are you ok? You’ve been acting really weird lately and I’m worried!” Said the pure ginger shark

“E-Ever s-since you s-started that work-study, you’ve been r-really d-distant so I thought you might’ve f-found someone else. Either that or you j-just needed t-time alone.” You whimpered, holding back tears for what seemed like the billionth time that day

“Baby girl, no one could ever replace you!”

Sharky pulls you into a hug

“I’m sorry you thought that Y/n. I’ve just been really zoned out because I’m trying to balance school, work-study, and our relationship all at once. I really need those study nights honey, I’m begging you. You explain stuff so simply and your notes are really descriptive. I love you so much and I don’t like it when you’re sad, because then I’m sad and then everyone is sad.”

“Eiji… I’m sorry, don’t blame all this on your self. I’m just being a whiny bitch.”

“Don’t say that!!”

“But I-”

You were cut off by a kiss

Eijirou cupped your flushed cheek tenderly with one hand, and with the other, he held the small of your back so you were flush up against him

“Eijirou…”

That night, you fall asleep on his chest, but Kiri can’t sleep

His phone on your nightstand flashes and he carefully picks it up, turning down the brightness so as not to disturb you

Apparently, it’s time

Carefully, he slips out of bed to join Midoriya, Ochaco, and Tsuyu downstairs

NSFW

When all of that is over and Kirishima is in your arms safe and sound again, he gets down on you before you even pull out your flashcards

Presses you back into the carpet and starts sucking your face

“Eiji? Wha-”

“Sssh.”

Clothes start flying everywhere except away from you and your horny boyfriend, who has moved onto your neck and jawline, kissing and nipping along your collarbones and mandible

You thread your shaking fingers through his pretty red hair

“So wet for me already?” 

“Mmmh, you smell so good…” Eijirou moaned, sucking your puffy clit, his hands clamped on your hips to prevent you from bucking or squirming

“M-More… please, more! I need more Eiji~”

“Did you miss me, or just my cock?”

“Both- fuuuuck~ Eijirou oh my gOd~”

“You like that sweetie? Huh? Tell me how much you like it~”

…

*coughs*

You can hardly walk the next day

But don’t worry

Kiri will treat you like a queen and carry you around until you fall off or feel better

No studying happened unless you count Eiji learning to make you squirt

Otherwise, no

Neither of you did anything productive

But you did have a fun, sensual evening with the person you loved most

Nighteye Squad hc’s coming soon!

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An Old Life Meets A New (Finale)

Pairing: Jensen x Daughter, Danneel x Stepdaughter, Jared x Niece

Warnings: Slight Cussing, Angst, Fluff, Death Mentioned, Car Accident Mentioned, Anxiety/Depression, Arguing, Panic Attacks, Yelling, Fighting, Sex Mentioned, Child Abuse, Drunk Abuse, Relationship Abuse, Alcohol

Summary: After the recent death of her mother, Harper must adjust to her new life in the Ackles home, this includes a new stepmother, half-siblings, and reconnecting with her father.

A/N: And that’s a wrap! Thank you to everyone who supported me in writing my first series!! There are many more to come, don’t worry. Thank you to @mlovesstories for inspiring me to post my writings. Without her I probably wouldn’t be where I am. I love you, My Cherry Blossoms. Enjoy the finale! 

The finale is set 3 years into the future!!!

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Chapter 30: Epilogue

An 18-year-old Harper Ackles was currently painting a landscape on her wall. She had just returned from her therapist appointment after school and wanted to do some painting. JJ suggested something with horses, so Harper immediately got to work.

Since her first mural years ago, her walls all had different paintings on them now. One wall was the entirety of Central Park, another had a few paintings of flowers of all sorts, her back wall still had Time Square and below it was the Texas Capitol, but the current painting she was working on was a landscape of a grass field with wild horses.

JJ was doing her homework on Harper's bed when she looked up to Harper, "Hey, Sis?"

Harper turned from the wall, "Yeah?"

"I’ve done everything, but I still don't understand this stuff. Can you explain it one more time, pretty please?" asked JJ, flashing her puppy eyes at her sister.

Harper chuckled and turned back to her painting, "PEMDAS stands for parenthesis, exponents, multiplication, division, addition, and subtraction. You work through a math problem in that order, starting with-"

"That I understand, but the order is multiplication then division and addition then subtraction. What happens if the problem has more than one of each?" JJ pointed at her book, "Like this one has (2+9) - (9-2).”

Harper smiled at JJ, "The order of operations still stands. Parenthesis first from left to right then subtract them."

JJ stared at her book for a moment before smacking her forehead, "Oh, man. I'm so stupid!"

Harper let out a laugh, "No you're not, JJ. You're in 4th grade. It's difficult at first but the more you do it, the easier it gets," she pointed at JJ with her paint brush, "Don't forget, I use letters and words in Calculus. You're lucky to still have just numbers."

"It’s only because you're also old," JJ mumbled.

Harper set her paint supplies down and stepped down from the latter, "What was that?"

JJ held up her hands in defense, "Nothing, I said nothing."

Harper stood with her hands on her hips, "Yeah right. Just because you're 10 doesn't mean I can't still treat you like a kid. Come here!"

Harper lunged at JJ, but JJ jumped out of the way last minute. Harper chased her around her room, screaming and laughing, until they both got too tired and fell to Harper's bed, laughing at their childish games.

JJ laid on her stomach and looked at the landscape mural, "I really like this one. It feels like I'm actually there. Like I can feel the breeze and hear the horses."

"That was sort of the point," Harper stared at her painting, "Besides, it would be bad if you didn't like it. This will be your room someday after all."

JJ's eyes widened, "What? Really?"

"Well, I'll be off to college soon. And as a teen, you'll want your own space. Believe me, I know," Harper rolled her eyes.

"Harper, there's mail for you!" Jensen yelled from the living room.

JJ turned to Harper, "I'll race you."

Harper shook her head, "No, not today. I’m not really feeling it."

Then Harper shot up from the bed and ran to the door with a laugh. JJ chased after her to catch up. Harper jumped down the stairs followed by JJ. Jensen, Jared, and Genevieve turned from the couch to see the commotion from the girls.

"Oh, you totally cheated!" JJ exclaimed.

"I'm the oldest, I do not cheat. I just outsmart," Harper stuck her tongue out at JJ.

JJ scoffed, "I'd call waiting until you got to the bedroom door cheating."

"Well I call it strategy."

"Okay, girls. That's enough," Danneel said stepping between the two, "JJ, did you finish your homework?"

"Well, um, about that..." JJ chuckled nervously.

Danneel pointed upstairs, "When you finish, then you can come downstairs."

JJ rolled her eyes, groaned, and stomped upstairs.

Harper chuckled, "Well, she'll be a delightful teenager if she's like this now."

Jensen stood from the couch and walked up to Harper, holding out a letter, "Guess who it's from."

Harper took the letter with a shaky hand and looked at it with a gasp, "NYU?"

Jensen nodded, "You should open it."

Harper hesitated, "But what if I didn't get accepted?"

Jared stood and walked over to Harper, "And what if you did? You'll never know until you open it."

Genevieve walked up and wrapped an arm around Harper's shoulder, "Besides, whatever it says we'll support you in any decision you make."

Harper smiled at her family and sighed, "Okay, I'll open it."

She took a few steps forward and slowly began to open the letter. Once it was opened and the pulled the letter out, she paused.

Jensen walked forward and laid a hand on her shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared. I know that I want to go to NYU because their art and education program is so good, but what if they didn't like my application? What if they think my paintings and drawings are average or even below average? What if-"

"What if you're stalling?" Jared interrupted her.

Harper rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Yeah, thanks Uncle Jared."

He smiled, "Anytime, kiddo."

Jensen shook his head at Jared then turned back to Harper, "Babygirl, open the letter. No matter what it says, you know we all think you're an amazing artist."

Harper let out a long sigh and nodded, "Okay."

She unfolded the letter and started to read. Her hand slowly came up to cover her mouth and she turned from Jensen, walking away from him. Jensen turned back to Danneel with a sad look on his face and shook his head. Jared and Gen exchanged an upset look as well.

Then Harper turned back around, uncovered her mouth, and quietly said, "I got in."

Jensen took a step forward, a surprised looked took over his face, "You what?"

"Dad, I got in! I'm going to NYU!" Harper yelled out.

Jensen ran up to her and picked her up, spinning her in a circle. Danneel ran over and hugged Harper as well. Jared and Gen doing the same.

"Read it to us, Harper," Genevieve said excitedly.

"Okay, okay," she cleared her throat, "Dear Miss Ackles, We are glad you have considered NYU and have completed the first step in joining the Bobcat family. We would like to be the first to congratulate you on your admission to New York University. After thoroughly looking through your application and artwork, we would also like to offer you a full ride to our university. We look forward to hearing from you soon and we'll see you this fall. Sincerely, The Director of Admissions and Recruitment"

Everyone was cheering and hugging Harper. They were so happy for her. She is following her dreams, continuing school, and moving forward with her life.

Danneel hugged her tightly, "Harper, I'm so proud of you. You're so grown up now, going off to college and starting your life. I knew you were destined for greatness."

Harper smiled, "Thanks, Mom."

Everyone suddenly paused. Harper's face got bright red as she realized what had just came from her mouth.

Danneel held her out at arms length, "What was that?"

Harper shook her head, "Nothing, nothing. Sorry, I didn't mean...it just slipped. I'm sorry...I shouldn't have-"

Danneel hugged her again, "Harper, it's okay. If you feel that way, it's completely okay with me. If you want to call me Dee or Mom, it's your choice."

Harper backed away and looked down, a tear falling down her face, "I've actually wanted to call you Mom for a few months now. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Danneel smiled, "Well if you ask me, I think that was perfect timing."

Harper ran her fingers through her hair, "I mean, now or never right?"

Just then, JJ ran down the stairs to interrupt them, "I was kind of standing behind the way and listening. But Harper," she ran to hug her, "Congrats! I'm so proud of you, Sis."

Arrow and Zeppelin ran into the room as well. Arrow walked up to give Harper a hug, as did Zeppelin.

Harper bent down to look at them, "Well, it looks like you three will finally all have your own rooms in a couple months."

Zeppelin looked at her confusingly, “But I already have my own room.”

“Yeah,” replied Harper, “But now you won’t be across from both Arrow and JJ.”

Zeppelin crossed his arms and mumbled, “Maybe then I won’t get my nails paints every weekend anymore.”

“Nice try,” Arrow spoke up, “This weekend, JJ and I are having a makeup party! And you, little brother, are at the top of the guest list.”

Zeppelin groaned in response, which got a laugh out of everyone in the room.

The rest of the afternoon was spent celebrating Harper's admission into NYU. Jensen went out and got a cake, Danneel made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner as it's Harper's favorite, and Jared and Gen brought their kids over for a pool party.

Harper felt so loved and filled with so much joy that day. Things were changing, and they were changing for the better.

A couple months later, Harper's room was packed up and she was off to New York. Jensen, Danneel, Jared, Genevieve, Tom, Shep, Odette, JJ, Arrow, and Zeppelin all took her to the airport to say goodbye.

"I promise, I'll call you when I land and I'll send you pictures of my dorm," Harper said as she hugged Jensen and Danneel goodbye.

Jensen wiped his tears, "Please do. I want to see everything."

Danneel kissed her cheek, "Just please check in with us whenever you can."

"I will," Harper laughed.

She hugged Jared and Gen, then their kids, and finally the Ackles kids. JJ kept her arms around Harper's neck, trying to make her stay.

"JJ, I have to go," Harper said trying to pull JJ off.

JJ kept her grip though and continued to cry, "No, you can't leave."

Harper felt her heartstrings beginning to pull, Is this how I felt when Dad left?

Harper held her sister at arms length, "JJ, I can promise you this. I will come back. I'm not leaving forever. You'll see me for Thanksgiving. Just promise me something okay? Be good, keep studying hard, and stay out of trouble. If you ever need help on your homework, call me. I'll try my best to help you over the phone."

JJ sighed and nodded, "Will you call me when you land?"

Harper looked up at Jensen and they exchanged a smile.

She turned back to JJ and smiled at her then bringing her into a hug, "Of course, Sis. I'll call as soon as the plane touches the ground."

Harper stood up from hugging her, tears were flowing from both of them. Harper then walked back up to Jensen.

"Harper, I'm so proud of you. You're such a smart girl, and you've really grown up," he said.

Harper shrugged, "I learned from the best, Dad."

Jensen laughed, "Be safe, okay?" then hugged her.

Harper hugged him back, "I will. I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, babygirl."

Harper pulled away from the hug and grabbed her carry on bag. She waved goodbye at the Padelecki's and Ackles' families and walked towards the security area.

Both families started to leave the airport, but Jensen didn't move.

"Honey, is everything okay?" asked Danneel.

Jensen wrapped an arm around her, "Yeah, Dee. Everything is perfect," he kissed her temple, "Our little girl is all grown up now."

Harper's flight was 3 hours, but felt quick. She touched down in New York, got her bags from the baggage claim, and walked out of the airport. She called home to let her know she had gotten there safely, and JJ was very excited to hear from Harper.

She got a taxi and it took her to NYU. She checked in, got her dorm keys, and put her bags in her room. She took a few pictures of her room and sent them to Jensen.

She sat down on her bed and thought for a moment. She stood up and searched her carry on for her sketchbook and her pencils. Then she grabbed her dorm key and left the dormitories as quickly as possible. She took a taxi and went to the cemetery. Once she arrived, she took a stroll to the corner where her mother was.

Harper sat down next to the headstone, opened up her sketchbook, and sighed, "Hi, Mom. It's been a while, huh? Let me catch you up on everything that's happened."

The End

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HURT- open wounds - 22

Original title: Hurt.

Prompt: Luke’s dark thought, destiny, contrasted love.

Warnings: sexual content, dark thoughts.

Genre: angst, drama, romantic, smut, dark, mistery, frienship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team, O.C.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: multichapter.

Legend: 💏😘😈🔦🐶❗🎈👻.

Song mentioned: La tua vita intera, Tiziano Ferro.

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GARVEZ STORIES

Note: this is the last chapter. This story is ended!

Chapter 22-

-This story will end today, in some way. It's clear by now.- Penelope stands up and approaches him, without touching him. Luke can see her shiny eyes, but also the stubborn expression.

-I know. That's why I'm afraid.- the voice trembles, but refuses to give up. He hugs her, caresses her back and whispers sweet and comforting words.

-Hun, darling, look at me.- he takes her face in his hands. -I'm afraid, we are all afraid. But I can't promise you anything other than that I'll do my best, I'll be careful, because nothing will happen to me. Because I don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose the opportunity to stay with you and now we have to take care not only of Roxy, but also of Twisty...- he smiles, even a few tears fall from his eyes. -It's a great responsibility.- the last word is cut from her lips.

-Yes, it is. So be sure to bring your ass back home tonight, otherwise I'll go out with that man of the billiards that always flirts with me...- Luke laughs and grabs her by the wrists, bringing her closer to him again.

-Oh yes?- he knows he still has only a few seconds. They have to go and save Diana. They kiss again, then get out of the bunker. He must concentrate on the mission, he can’t think of Penelope in a fixed way, because this could distract him and make him commit some imprudence.

The blonde woman now feels powerless, because she can only wait for the facts to unfold, there is no information that can be useful to him, she has no way of preventing things from going as they should, but she has a terrible, dark premonition that digs in her bowels. She feels the desire to vomit, scream, cry. She hasn't had a chance to tell him how much she really loves him. Now, thinking back to the first months, how she behaved, trying to keep him at a distance, then realizing that she fell in love with him, all too soon... she is not being able to do without him. Now, she feels like an idiot. It started in such an absurd way, it is absurd even that Luke can really love her... yet he does. Please, Lord, let everything work out for the best. I know I ask You too many favors, but in that house there are so many good people who don’t deserve to die, including one in particular, and... and I promise You that I will be able to clearly demonstrate to him what I feel for him, if You let him come back in one piece.

 Lindsey poses the detonator and he handcuffs her and takes her outside. He feels less the burden on his heart. The helicopter trip goes by very quickly. As soon as it comes down, he runs into Garcia's room, nobody notices, but even in that case, he doesn't care. Maybe she heard his footsteps, because she waits for him on her feet. She hugs him hard, doesn't want to let him go. -Love, it's ok. It's over. I told you it would be over. Spencer won. We won. Lindsey is in our hands, Cat is in prison and Diana is safe. Do you want to see him? Soon Reid and JJ will arrive too.- he raises her chin, she puts her lips on his, but in a moment the kiss becomes more ravenous.

-I... I need it... it's so wrong, isn't it?- he doesn't let her replicate, he shakes his head and leaves the room, followed by her. A great promise lies on her head, yet here again she can’t find the courage to keep it. Then she sees all the others, already waiting, including Reid's mother and decides to postpone it later. She wants to enjoy this moment, because as JJ said many years before, they have so few good memories in these rooms. They see so many horrible things, the darkest points that the human mind can reach... so it is also good for the atmosphere of the building to be charged with positive energy. The elevator doors open, here is Spencer; Emily sends Diana forward, they exchange a few jokes in a low voice, then the hug. How much she misses her parents right now. She has never yet spoken to Luke about them, or rather not about their death and her feelings of guilt about it. She hasn’t yet told him a lot of things, all those that she didn’t want to say. Things must change. She had made a promise to him (apart from that to the Almighty): that once the story of Reid was resolved, they would have told the team about their relationship. That they are together. And now she will have to keep it.

She's thinking about this when she gets a text from Emily. She just says to go to hers bunker and so she hurries. But inside there is... Derek. There really is Derek Morgan, beautiful as always, even if that long beard makes him strange, he still remains the most attractive male specimen of the entire universe, her chocolate thunder, her statue of a god carved in... sorry, Luke.

She strives to regain control of her mind, then he comes out with his -Hey babygirl.- and that smile. It's too long since she heard that voice, that nickname, then she melts, sending to hell any effort to look like a normal person. Not with him, although there is Prentiss to watch the scene.

-Oh my God, oh my God, it's you!- she hops around in his arms. -It’s really you! You smell...- she closes her eyes to better enjoy the moment -…like… you smell like hope and happiness! It’s really you.- then they separate, but keep holding on to his arm.

-Yes, it's me, it's me, but listen.- he takes her face in his hands. -You gotta focus, ok?- Penelope knows he is perfectly right, so she tries to listen to him.

-Yeah. Anything. Anything.- she nods. -Focus... focus on what?- Emily lifts a cell phone and shows it to her.

-This text.- it says that Reid got out of prison and wants to see Derek, and that he must write to her if he wants to get the address of the security house where his mother was put. But it is signed with her name.

-Oh crap.- the blonde's heart leaps and she thinks exactly what her colleagues had already suggested. A trap. In fact, when she saw Luke enter her bunker shortly before, something, like a little voice, told her No, it's not over yet, but she didn't want to be right. The bad guys were in prison and the good guys were safe. What could happen? Now the answer is there, before her eyes. They move back to the meeting room.

 -I know we are all tired, but we might have a new load on Mr. Scratch.- that damn bastard is one of the criminals he has to thank for letting him know Penelope and true love, at more than forty years old. It is the asshole that led him to combine his path with that of the BAU, finally accepting to become a full-time profiler. He didn't believe he would make it, but now here he is. He faced so many different cases, most of it had nothing to do with Scratch or his modus operandi, yet he did it brilliantly, he managed to make his own contribution... in these people gathered here, plus Spencer who is not present because he is enjoying his new-found mother, he has earned a family. They aren’t just colleagues, but this is not something that happens everywhere, unfortunately. For example, it didn't happen with the members of the task forces, except with Phil... And you saw the result of having a friend in the middle. Friendship and love make you vulnerable to attacks. But looking at the blonde woman next to the chief of the unit, he consciously accepts to risk again, to mix the work with personal facts. But this time it will be different. There will be no ghosts of women to torment him and ask him why you had to send my husband, among all those who were available. Phil didn't even have the qualification to work on such a mission. What happened to him is your fault. Your fault.

-Somebody did a bang-up job of cloning my cell phone to send Morgan a fake text luring him to a non-existent safe house. And whoever that somebody is has mad skills.- but he is not the only one who is staring intently at Penelope. In fact, even that other man, the only one who doesn't know in person, the elusive ex-special agent Derek Morgan, is watching her carefully. Luke doesn't want to be jealous anymore, he doesn't want to repeat what he did when he saw a guy flirts with her at the bar or he saw her talking to Sam, her ex. He doesn't want to redo those mistakes. He trusts her, knows she doesn't love Morgan anymore, he's just her best friend and he has to be able to accept it.

-The kind of skills Scratch has.- Walker says.

In any case, he can't stand it. He has to get in the way, shooting even a useless question, but he must ask it, provoke her, remind her who is her boyfriend in this room. -Were you able to trace where the hack came from?- immediately he sees the expression of his woman stiffen. She looks up at the sky, assumes a very theatrical pose. She is reciting this part hopefully for the last time.

-Do you see what I have to put up with?- she asks to Morgan, but pointing towards Luke. The former agent frees his crossed arms.

-Alvez- he says. It's a strange thing, to be called by that one, who until he saw him was just another ghost, a fading creature, just a name, not a real person and now he is too much. -You always get a location, with this one.- and he puts his hand on Penelope's shoulder, literally squeezes it , while he looks at Latin in a... malicious way. As if, despite having been the last to see them, so he shouldn't know anything about them, instead he has understood everything. And in this case the situation is serious, because it means that the love he feels is printed directly on his face. Or that the blonde had talked to him, about the two of them, well before they officially got together. He will ask her as soon as he can. But right now he can't help but feel jealousy, pure jealousy, or rather the extreme intense desire to go there and take those fingers off his woman's body, to be able to pretend he is more at a distance, shouting, not just to Morgan, to others too, how things really are. But of course, he can't. He confines himself to a slightly mentioned smile, which blends perfectly with those of the others, next to him. And to put just a hand on the gun. Not that he is going to use it, but... it reassures him. -You guys are all good to go.- he adds, finally returning with folded arms.

-Obviously Morgan can’t come with us. He is a civilian now.- too bad, in case there will be ever a terrible accident... But no! He is married, with a small child. Luke, take control of your mind again. Penelope now loves him. But she hasn't said it yet. But she made it clear. It's enough? No, but it must be.

-We will miss you out there.- JJ says. Even Derek doesn't seem very happy.

-I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it out there in the field with you guys. I think about it every day. But between my old friends and my new friends- he clearly points towards Luke -you guys are gonna go out there, you're gonna handle your business, you're gonna make people feel safe, and then you're gonna come home. And that's all that matters.- he is forced to admit that he is right. It's the only thing they have to do. But once this Scratch story is solved, they will have to give them at least a mini vacation; he will take Penelope to the mountains, where his grandparents had a chalet, they will stay there with Roxy and Twisty, they will enjoy walks and dinners by candlelight and after dinner under the stars...

-Let's saddle up.- the leader says, bringing him back down to earth. It's not over yet, but it will be soon. They all come out except the two best friends, he can't help but throw a last look at the blonde and in that look there is both the renewal of her promise (I'll come back home alive) and a slight warning (Don't forget who is the man you will wait with open arms).

Penelope asks Derek to accompany her to her den, even if for a moment she is tempted to tell him everything, about her and Luke, because she needs to let off steam with someone, to let her terror out. Scratch is a terrible adversary, he has almost destroyed Hotch's life, forced him to hide for Jack's sake, made him relive Hailey's murder, kidnapped and tortured Tara's brother, he knew perfectly well that Agent Alvez had joined their team... he knew too much about them, with too much warning. There was certainly a mole in the Bureau and their next mission would be to find out who it was. But right now she could only sit there, greet her best friend and then, in her bunker, listen to conversations among her colleagues. Limit herself to this.

Listening to Morgan talking about his baby, about the fact that he started walking... she has an extreme desire to cry, but this time with emotion. She had never thought of him as a father, but clearly he is perfect in this role. She should have known when he insisted on taking the baby Henry in his arms. And she can't help but wonder if Luke would be a good father too... a useless thought, since she is out of time, but they have Twisty and Roxy, and they are such a wonderful family too.

-I'm so proud of you.- he says, stroking her cheek. -I love you, always.- but then he changes his tone. -But do you think you can try to be a little friendlier, with Alvez?- bigger fear responds in her place, making her raise her eyes to the sky.

-Oh my God.- she really thinks If you would know what is the truth, and how really friendlier I’m with Alvez, you wouldn't reproach me. She has nothing to laugh about it.

-Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. He seems like a pretty all right kid.- and he smiles. You knew how much it is! He's like you, but he doesn't just play with double meanings... he makes them become concrete. He is intelligent, insightful, clever, mischievous. Sexy, jealous. Sweet, insecure, he has so many shadows that follow him, as you, but I think he has a little less of your willpower to overcome them. That is why I am there, and I will help him.

-He… I... it's complicated. I'll try. I make no promises.- already, enough promises, because so much fails to respect them. Suddenly the thought that they are already out hits her, they are in danger and that something horrible could happen at any moment. It doesn’t abandon her even while she greets his chocolate thunder, receives his kiss in the air and sends a bigger one back to him, remains to stare at the area until she realizes that he has really gone (again). And then she walks towards the bunker and connects with the others. -All right, Boltron, sound off.- a joke, to play down. She listens to someone's voices up to her. Ok. So far so good, they are still all alive and... She doesn't have time to finish thinking. Suddenly she hears a skid, braking noises, and doesn't understand what's going on.

Then she hears Emily ask -Is everyone ok?- and the others answer in the affirmative. Not even ten seconds pass. An even louder sound destroys her ears, so much so that she is forced to take off her earphones. She tries to contact them, but no one shows signs of life. So she sends a team of ambulances to the crash site and only then, she allows herself to faint for a moment.

 But this is a luxury that she can’t afford too long. The phone rings, she replies, is one of the paramedics. -Mrs. Garcia, we're bringing them to the...- but besides the address, he doesn't want to say more, about for example the conditions of her colleagues. So she drives up to there, passing every second from the most absolute discomfort to the optimism that characterizes her. She also calls Derek, to warn him of what happened and Spencer. Both said they will reach them as soon as possible. But she doesn't have time to wait for them. Then she parks, enters, asks the reception, all automatically, trying not to think. If she would did, she would stand motionless, too afraid to feel something she wouldn’t be able to overcome. They tell her the floor where they are hospitalized. The first she sees is Rossi. He wears a neck brace, but otherwise he is standing and seems to be fine.

-Penelope...- as soon as he hugs her, her armor collapses miserably. -Quiet, we're all fine, it's all right...- and yet something in his tone doesn't convince her. And the suspicion becomes atrocious after she enters their rooms and sees everyone except Luke. Why isn't he with others? Yet she doesn’t have the courage to ask anyone. She sets foot in the last and here is the answer. The body lying on that bed is completely covered with a white sheet. Dead. He can't be gone. He can't have abandoned her. She approaches a few steps but doesn’t dare to lift it. Not yet. -Why, Lord, did You have to put him in the middle?- she doesn’t notice at all that someone else has entered and remains on the threshold to listen to her. -It was my mistake, a lack of mine. I'm the one who doesn't have the courage to tell him how much I love him, how much I can't be without him and now... I'll have to try, but I don't think I'm able to do it. No. I know You have heard it said so many times, that they say that time helps, that what doesn’t kill you strengthens, makes you fat...- she doesn’t hear a slight chuckle behind her. -But I am very sure: I will not be able to recover. So, don't send me another handsome man to replace him, because I realized that no one replaces anyone. Derek is Derek and Luke is... he was...- she can't finish the sentence. -In short, I won't fall for a third time. I will always remain faithful to him, for what still remains for me to live... my only priorities will be Roxy and Twisty. I will never find another man so handsome, so interested in me, and above all...- huge male hands appear on her hips. She doesn't scream, because she seems to have recognized the scent that wrapped her. She is afraid to look down, but she forces herself to do so. She can no longer let her fears dominate her life. And she recognizes those hands. But it can't be...

-Hello.- he just tells her. Exactly the same word he had said to her the first time he saw her. -Hello, I'm Luke Alvez, from the task forces. I’ll collaborate with you in the case of Cullen...- she had ignored the hand he held out to her and merely glancing at him and raising her eyebrows, she had claimed -Penelope Garcia, computer technician. Now excuse me, but I'm very busy...- and she was gone, walking away on her vertiginous heels. -Penelope, love... are you okay?- it is not a hallucination, but this doesn't make less painful what she has felt. But she must be sure. She walks away and lifts the white sheet. Crumpled and wrinkled skin, different stitches... she lets it fall back down. It is an elderly person.

-Luke, I thought you were... dead.- the man makes a sign that he knows, he wraps his arms around her body to keep her closer. He too had the same terror. -It would have been my fault, because I can't tell you... show you.- it's ridiculous, she called thousands of people like that, she said that word to many people. She lifts on her toes and takes him by the face. He believes she wants to kiss him, but her intentions are different. -I love you.- she finally says. -I love you.- she repeats, as if the fact that she had worked so hard to pronounce it had opened the dam of her fears. -I love you and I understood, after all these years, that those two words are often not enough, that all that is between us is more important, that you were right: to stay awake waiting for your love to come back, is the biggest I love you that you can say.- she smiles, absorbs Luke's smile and now yes, he finally lays his lips on hers. Then she takes his hand and they leave the room.

-Pen, it's risky, the others are around here. They could see us.- he wants so much to get rid of this secret, but he will always and always put what she wants and what she needs, in the first place. Penelope sighs, increasing her grip.

-I know, but I'm not afraid anymore.-

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Je ne te mérite pas (I don’t deserve you) Chapter 4.

DeanxReader

Serie MASTERLIST

Warnings : Smut, swearing, Fluff, mention of violence.

Future warnings : Smut, Fluff, Angst, Violence.

Words : 5069 (I got carried away sorry...)

Chapter summary : The more Dean knows her, the more he needs her close. The more he spends time with her, the less he can keep his hands to himself...

Serie Summary : Dean and her can’t be together.If you ask Dean, he would list so many reasons : Her age, first. Not like she was a kid anymore, but he remerbers picking her from highschool not so long ago. Then Jody, damn, the girl is like a daughter to her, what kind of friend would he be ? He’d talk about her boyfriend and how he’s the opposite of himself. Of course he would expose how poisonous he is, how dangerous it is to be around him. He’d say he want to keep her away from nightmares… And he would conclude with certainly that she just won’t ever love him, why would she ?

If you ask her, she just might whisper with a heartbreack in her voice : “I don’t deserve Dean Winchester”.What if they where wrong ?

Note : It is my first time writting in english, so, forgive the errors.

Dean Pov

 She eats like she haven’t in three days, to be honest she barely did.

It took more than 14 hours in the car to go from the bunker to New Orleans, where that witch was using dark magic to kill people. We only stopped once on our way, sharing a motel room with Sam and Jack. She slept with Sammy on the biggest bed, I slept on the sofa, not getting much rest, looking at her all night, her body turned toward me, asking myself what she must be thinking of, how she could be so unfazed about what happened between us. She’s just all natural and chilled ever since the morning after, like nothing happened. I can barely think of anything else...

She eats in silence, Sam is talking about the case, about how she did great figuring out everything by herself, how impressive her knowledge on magic is. And I try not to stare while I stuff my mouth with that huge bacon burger I ordered. I agree with Sam, she’s impressive, she’s smart and cultured and brave. She guessed what magic was used in a heartbeat and found a way to counter the same day, avoiding four deaths. I agree with my brother but there is something else on my mind... I thought having sex with her would ease my desire but it didn’t.  That was a huge mistake because now I know how she feels, I'm an addict.

I tried to be reasonable : maybe it is just how forbidden this is, maybe it is just how secret and chill she acts, maybe I'm just an old creep. But the fact is, I just can't get her out of my mind. I'm obsessed by her. And what scares me is that's not only on a sexual way.

The waitress interrupt us and asks with a strong French a accent if we want anything else.

"Oh, vous êtes française ?" Y/n asks.

And they start talking, leaving us completely oblivious to what they are talking about. I heard her speaking French before, when she curses mostly, and sometimes in her sleep, but never during a conversation. It makes her even more secret and mysterious. When the waitress leaves, I look at her :

"Hey Y/n, tell me a secret in French."

She laughs and drinks in my coke.

"Why ? Why a secret ?" she asks taking a fry from my plate.

"I won't understand, but it will motivate me to try learning."

She looks at Sammy and Jack, then at her plate, and starts to touch her lips with the tip of her fingers. She sights and says :

"Le problème c'est que je ne dirai jamais mon secret à voix haute, même pas dans une langue que tu ne comprends pas." she said it so quickly I didn't memorized it like I had planned to.

 Your Pov

 You're in the front seat of the Impala, looking for a specific tape on Dean's box. He's driving, hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, the headlights emphasizing the road markings that reflect in his pupils.

Sam fell asleep and Jack is listening to your Ipod, smiling. You loaned him your books and music so that he can discover other styles. Nothing wrong with classic rock, but he never got the chance to hear anything else.

Each time you turn your head toward Dean, a smile appears on your lips so you try to look at the box, but you found the tape, and it's been almost twenty minutes, you have to say something, or pretend to fall asleep.

"Nice choice" says Dean hearing the tape you choose playing.

He smiles at you, landing his beautifully wrinkled eyes on your face. A vivid daydream conquers you : you see yourself leaning on him to kiss his jaw, him wrapping his arm around you shoulders, gently rubbing his stubble on your forehead. Without realizing it you sight.

"You okay sweetheart ?" he asks, putting his hand on your knee for a second.

This is torture, you want to kiss him so bad it hurts. Your lungs refusing to breathe deeply enough as long as your breath won't be used to tell him how much you love him. You can still feel him inside you when you concentrate on your memories, but the feeling of belonging to him is fading away. Your stomach aches, it is worse now, everything is worse ;every time you thing you couldn't love him more, you're wrong.

"Hey, Y/n, you want me to stop ?" he looks so concerned suddenly.

"No, no Dean, why ?" but the answer to that question hits you when you hear your own voice : it's hoarse and sad.

You lift your hand to your cheek and feel it's wet. Fuck. You're crying.

"Tell me" he says.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired." You dry your eyes and smile.

"I don't believe you. Please don't withdraw into yourself like you always do. Talk to me. Please” his voice is so serious and deep, you look down, trying not to cry again.

“I don’t do that…”

“You always do.” He declares. “I know you’ve been through hell but don’t be so harsh. Each time we try to reach you, you shut us out. Y/n you’re family…”

“No I’m not” you cut him. “I’m your friend, family is a big deal, Dean, don’t use that word excessively…” you say low, trying not to sob.

“You see…” he looks at you with sad eyes. Sincerely sad, and it is all it take to make a tear shed on your face.

“I’m just saying…”

“Don’t you trust me ?” he asks.

“I do.”

“Doesn’t sound like it” he states sorry.

“I do. I really do. I just don’t… trust myself.”

That’s it, you’re sobbing, he gently pulls over and stops the car. You stay still, even when he leans to you. He takes you in his arms and squeezes a little, putting one of his hand on the back of your head, keeping it between his shoulder and his neck. You can’t be silent anymore, you burst into tears.

“It’s okay sweetheart, it’s okay…” he says, wrapping you completely.

You grab his coat with both hands, ignoring Sam and Jack worried looks. You cry louder and louder, it’s like the dam broke. You cry because of your pain and for the family you lost, for the family you found and for the nightmares. You cry because your scars are ugly, because you don’t know how to deal with Sasha’s love without hurting him, because you are so damn angry all the time. You cry because you love him so much it kills you and because it is the best thing in your life.

“It’s okay” he says very low. “She’s just tired.” And you notice Sam’s hand on your shoulder.

“I’m… so… I’m so fucking… angry Dean…” you sob.

“I know” he says rubbing your back.

“He took everything… He… my body… I…” You can’t talk clearly but still try to. You want to open up to him, you need him to save you from drowning in yourself.

He kisses your forehead and you feel his chest tense, like he tried not to cry, his breathing short. You know Sam and Jack are staring, but right now there is only Dean.

“All those… thoughts and all those fee… feeling Dean. I can’t… I don’t know… How am I supposed to deal…”

“That’s the thing b… Babygirl, you’re not supposed to deal with this alone.” He says squeezing a little more.

You feel something new, like a tension in your belly is fading away, though you didn’t even know it was there all this time. The anger finally shuts up and you notice you lived in his din for so long. All there is left is sadness, it’s heavy, but it’s silent, relaxing.

“Je ne te mérite pas…” you whisper, your lips agaist his neck.

 Dean Pov

 Back to the motel, I took a bedroom for the three of us, Sam, Jack and I, so she could relax, but she asked me to stay with her a little...

We spent the night talking, really talking.

She told me about France, about the few memories she has of her mother, told me how strange it is to her that she remembers perfectly the customs and French and the taste of food there, but how she forgot most of her personal memories. The name of her mother sounds strange to her, like it was remote, she doesn’t remember anything about her father. She told me how she never fitted in, even then, because of her abilities, how lonely she was.

Then she told me about Father Joey. About that resignation, that strong instinct of survival and how it scares her that she never rebelled, because she was seeing the others die. She told me about the torture… She cried again, showing me one of her scars, a cross on her upper thigh, just below her ass cheek. This was the worst, she couldn’t sit for weeks and it became infected, she got fever and thought she would die. She talked about this one for a long time. It was painful to hear, and I had to bite my cheek not to cry, mostly because I hate thinking of her pain, but also because I can relate to this kind of pain.

What I hadn’t see coming was me opening up to her, talking about hell in details for the first time, about my mom when she died, when she came back… I hadn’t anticipated that I would have so much to say about physical pain, how desperate I feel when I get new wounds before the last one are healed… I hadn’t anticipated how easy it would be to talk to her.

She took me in her arms and told me how brave she thinks I am…

She said she was sorry. Sorry to be wary and sorry she hurt Jody. Sorry I thought she didn’t trust me. There is nothing to be sorry about, she’s perfect. I couldn’t tell her but I kissed her forehead and gave her my best smile.

I told her I’m sorry for that night, sorry I couldn’t stay away. She took my hand and locked her damp eyes in mine

“Dean, I’m not a child. Stop acting like you did this alone. I wanted this to happen”, she said.

So I talked about Sasha, and she became nervous. At first I thought it was because she cheated on him, but she started explaining their relationship to me. It was a shock and I felt so bad for him. What it must be to be in love with her, hearing her constantly saying that she doesn’t love you, that she has sex with other dudes ! I’d be such a mess.

She asked for advice… for the first time I heard her ask for help. But I couldn’t help her, who am I to tell her to break up with him ? Am I even sure I would give her that advice for the good reasons ? Shit, I’m so lost.

I wanted to know her and now she finally tells me everything, it’s like she let me in, opening her heart completely. I should be thrilled, instead of that I’m terrified.

 She’s hunched, arms around her knees, back against my chest. We gave up sleeping and started watching TV half an hour ago to doze before Sammy knock on the door. She’s laughing quietly at the cartoon she’s watching, and I’m breathing her hair discreetly, asking myself why Jody thought she was so in love with Sasha.

“I should get up and take a shower” she says clouded.

“It’s five. Sammy won’t knock until six or seven. Don’t you want to sleep a little ?”

“I’ll sleep in the car, and I’ll sleep in my bedroom. Right now I just don’t want to sleep” saying that she turns her head toward me, her nose an inch away from my mouth.

She looks at me and my heart start beating faster. I want her. Really bad. I could rip her closes off and take her here and now. None of those open discussions and friendship display have changed anything. Her mouth looks delicious and I want to feel it everywhere on me, I crave her hand on my crotch, my mouth watering at the idea of going down on her, sinking my nails in her thigh to keep her still while she falls apart…

I can feel it, the control go numb, and I lift my hand toward her.

 Your Pov

His hand comes up and brushes your throat, his thumb coming to your cheek. You're captivated by his face, looking at you so closely. You keep your head turned toward him, your back against his firm chest, his hand lingering on your jaw and neck.

What if he wanted you again ? Why ? Your eyes must still be red from crying all the tears, your hair messy, shadows under your eyes...

He sighs deeply and his hand travels along your collar bones, he leans on you and plant an open mouth kiss on your jaw. Without realizing it at the time, you squeeze your thighs together, feeling heat invade your all body.

"Fuck" he says. "You're blazing..."

He kisses your jaw again, his hand traveling down your shirt and slipping under it, immediately coming to cup your breasts, surprised to find no bra -you took this uncomfortable shit off the last time you went to the bathroom-. You moan and shift a little, to let one of your leg fall onto the mattress. His second hand comes on your thigh, preventing you from squeezing your legs again. He breathes fast you feel his heart beat like crazy. Your brain doesn't know what to do with all that : Dean is turned on, why ? Why you ? Is it because of something you did ? Did you tease him again ?... You can't think straight and you don't want to. You just need him.

You stretch your neck to reach his lips and he turns his head to kiss you. Kissing Dean again... Having his perfect plump lips on yours again. You want to turn around to face him, and kiss him all you want but his hands keep you still. You whine but he just smiles.

"What are you trying to do, Y/n ?" he asks.

You try to shift toward him but you can't move.

"What do you want ? " He says caressing your nipple with his thumb, and letting his other hand go up your inner thigh.

"You..." is all you can say in a plaintive moan.

He groans and wraps his arms around your chest to lift you just enough to push his left leg on your side, sitting you between his thighs. He takes one of your breast firmly in his huge palm, pressing your body against his. His erection leans on your lower back, and he thrusts it with restrain. You don't want him to refrain, you want him to take all he wants, to give him all he needs, so you roll your hips, pressing your ass against his crotch.

"Y/n..." he moans. "Fuck..."

And suddenly the hand on you thigh slips pass the waistband of your pants and in your panties. You jump and put a hand on his wrist like you wanted to stop him, but you can't, and you don't even try hard.

His middle finger teases you, his teeth come to you neck, nibbling. You start to pant, feeling you pussy soaking his hand. He gently caresses your clit then puts his finger inside you, making you moan and shake and pant.

"Dean... why..."

You want to ask him why he doesn't seek satisfaction for himself instead but you can't talk. He adds his forefinger inside you and goes as deep as he can, thrusting slowly but with force and determination.

"Ah !" you groan, letting your head fall back on his shoulder.

His mouth is on your jaw, kissing, biting ; and the palm on your chest comes up, wrapping again you throat without squeezing. His waist moves by itself, seeking release.

"Dean... Dean take me..." you moan but it only makes him bend his finger inside you and touch your clit with his thumb.

You can't speak anymore, you just breath heavily, mouth agape, head on his shoulder, eyes closed. Your body is trembling and your pussy is throbbing around his fingers harder and harder.

"Please..." you just beg in a wail.

"Yeah Baby ?" he asks panting.

"Please..." you whisper, not even able to think anymore.

"Fuck, Y/n. Open your eyes".

You try to obey but you can't control you body anymore."

"I ca... I can't !" you whine.

"Look at me" he insists. "Look at me when you come".

You open your unfocused eyes and just see his sweaty face before all goes blank.

Maybe this is heaven.

Maybe you're dying.

You couldn't care less.

Your body is feeling everything and nothing anymore.

It's perfect.

Then you come back slowly. His fingers still inside you, his mouth on yours, kissing your parted lips, still stroking his crotch to your back. He withdraw his fingers and it's like nothing's keeping you upright anymore, you slide a little.

Then he gets up in a flash and locks himself in the bathroom, slamming the door loudly. You look at the door in shock and try to get up, soaking your own thigh, your legs numb. When you reach the bathroom door, you hear him moan and groan, you even hear the noise his hand makes against himself brutally. You knock on the door.

"Dean... open the door."

He doesn't answer.

"Dean, please let me help..."

But he never comes out or answer and you sit against the door, completely lost, now hearing the shower run.

When Sammy knocks on the door, Dean gets out all clean and ready almost making you fall, he opens the door to Sammy telling him you need to shower because he called dibs in the bathroom, and follows his brother outside.

 Dean Pov

 Everything hurts. My body is covered in bruises and my brain tortures me.

She went to Sasha's and stayed a few days in the bunker alone because she had exams almost each days during two weeks. She's not here and it makes me sad, like all of the world was empty. I can't fully control my body anymore, everything makes me think of her falling apart in my arms, pleading me, and I get boners every twenty minutes. Yesterday, a bag I was holding squeezed my fingers, the one I used to make her beg, and I had to touch myself before breakfast...

So I hunt. I hunt and fight violently, ripping flesh and breaking jaws. It need it.

I see how Sammy looks at me, worried, like when I had the Mark of Cain, only I don't have it anymore. I'm only fucking obsessed with the most forbidden girl in my entourage.

"Okay, what is it ?" he finally asks on the way to our next hunt.

"What ?" I ask innocently, keeping my eyes on the road.

"This ! You !" he makes fun of me. "Can't we just take a break ? This nest sounds huge, couldn't we send more numerous hunters ?"

"Call backup if you think you have to but I'm going" I say making him sigh.

He looks at me, turn the music down and asks :

"Does it have to do something with Y/n?"

"What about her ?" I ask trying not to sound panicked.

"I don't know, you two seem very close and..." he tries but I cut him.

"She's our friend, yes, and ? I'm not the one constantly texting her..."

I like that they text so much, because it's a way to have news of her several times a day without asking myself, and it allows me to use that argument.

I turn the volume up.

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Okay maybe I went too hard on myself. Taking this hunt was a bad idea, I was tired, I was reckless. I'm hurt. Sam is making stitches on my back, where the glass cut my skin, I see what he is doing on the mirror, and I see the huge bruises covering my entire back. I wince when he pulls a shard out of my flesh.

"You are in pieces" he says. "You should clean up your face, it's cut everywhere. That was a bad idea. We're going home now, maybe Y/n can convince you to rest".

If you knew Sammy...

The journey is long and painful, my back hurts like a bitch, my left shoulder can't move, my lower lip is so cut I bleed when I try to speak, my knee aches and I limp. I feel like I'm ground inside, and I think of her...

 When I open the bunker door, I hope she's awake. I just need to see her, talk to her maybe, know how her exams went, let her ease my pain with her smile. But it's late and there's no light on...

Sam takes a big glass of water in the kitchen and says he's heading for bed. I look around, and sit at the kitchen table, she must be sleeping, good for her. I should go to bed too but knowing she's just there frustrate me too much, I haven't seen her in almost three weeks. I get up to take a beer when my phone rings.

"Let me see how bad it is" her text says. She's not asleep !

"What ?"

"Sammy told me you were wounded..."

I put my beer down and head for her room, feeling my willpower fade.

I knock and she opens the door, wearing a flannel of mines, her legs naked. Did she do it on purpose ? I mean, she knows what she does to me, doesn't she... The warm light of her bedside lamp pacify me. Seeing my face, she looks hurt and open the door widely so I can come in. I wanted to tell her many things but I stay silent, looking at her examining my face with frown brows.

"Does it hurt ?" she asks quietly.

"Yeah..." I admit, like I don't have to be brave, like I just won't lie to her.

And I turn around. She understand and raise my shirt, revealing my badly bruised and cut back.

"God, Dean" she says, gently brushing her fingers on my arm.

She skirts me and stand in front of me with a really pained look.

"Why ?" she asks.

"It's the job Y/n..."

"No, you should have called me. Dean..." she nestles her face on my chest. "And you're so cold... Dean this is unfair" she whispers.

I put my hand on her head and try not to think about kissing her. I feel like I could cry, being here is the only thing I want, but I have to go.

Before I can move she takes a step back and starts unbuttoning her flannel looking me in the eye. I try to speak but she lets it fall at her feet, leaving her in only her black panties, her body on full display for the first time. Her breasts I love so much, so soft and round, her belly, her belly button, her waist, soft and calling me. This body I dream of all the time, this body I know by heart by studying it through her clothes, this body I get to see for the first time... She 's got scars everywhere, like freckles, some tiny some larger, representing symbols, I don't care about them, hell I love them, because they are part of her, because it is who she is. I take the time to look at her, biting my lips to prevent myself from kissing her.

She takes a step toward me and takes my shirt off. I wince because dressing and undressing is really painful these days, but she makes it easier.

"Y/n... This is..."

"Shhh, let me take care of you for once" she whispers, and then she kisses my shoulder, right below stitches I have there.

She puts a hand on my chest and kisses my jaw where it is purple, then she kisses my lips, where it's not cut. I take a deep breath and kiss her back eagerly, hurting myself.

"Hey..." she whispers, brushing her thumb on my bleeding lip. "Why are you so cold ?".

I don't know, exhaustion maybe... I shrug but that hurts to. She slowly wraps her arms around my neck and play with my hair, pressing her almost naked body on mine, her breasts crushing against my skin. She's so warm, so soft, everything my life is not...

She makes me take a few steps back until I have no choice but to sit on her bed, and she stays standing before me. She comes between my legs and her beautiful chest is to the height of my eyes, I lean my forehead on her skin, and wrap her by the waist, taking her softness and her warm as close as possible. I could cry. She strokes my hair and my neck gently, letting me kiss her chest and her stomach, and exploring her back with my two hands.

We've never been so intimate. I'm not in a rush, I could cuddle all night, forget I can't have her, forget about Jody and everyone else, forget this is wrong.

She slowly falls on her knees and her face is just below mine, I kiss her again. And again. She smiles on my lips and puts her hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently, massaging my sore muscles. Then she starts unbuttoning my pants and I sigh at the idea of her touching me there.

"Y/n..."

She slips her hand on my jeans, touching me through my boxers. Fuck she's killing me. I'm so hard it hurts ; I wince and close my eyes. She stops and take my pants down, and then my underwear and let them hang on my calves, stuck by my shoes, making me lift my ass for a second. She kisses my stomach and gets back on her feet, watching me.

Am I to old for her, not brawny enough ? Maybe she though I looked like Sam underneath, I don't, I'm pale and a little chubby here and there... Oh, she's looking down...

"I..." I try to find something to say but she puts a finger on my lips, and kisses me.

She takes her panties off and I can feel my mouth watering. Fuck, I can see how wet she is from where I am, a discreet drop rolling on her inner thigh. How can she be so turned on by me ? How can it be so simple ?

She straddles me and I can't take my eyes off of her pussy, but she wraps her hand around my cock and I close my eyes. For a second I hear only my own breath, and feel only the bolts of electricity her fingers send through my entire body. I imagined that so often : that it was her hand stroking me, not mine.

I open my eyes and meet hers, they're wet and she's biting her lips, why do I see so much emotions on her face ?

"Y/n, I... you don't have to..." I moan but she cuts me by kissing my lips carefully, to avoid hurting me.

"I want you so much Dean..." she whispers getting closer, and this sentence almost makes me come in her hand.

"Then have me" I say touching her ass and kissing her.

"It's about you Dean... what do you want ?" she asks in my ear, still stroking me gently.

I can't lie to her, I don't want to, so I kiss her lips, her jaw, her collarbone, and I moan :

"I want to be inside of you."

Where it's safe and warm and perfect...

She whimpers and kisses me three times before lining herself with me. She sinks slowly and her breathing fasten instantly, I focused on her body swallowing me. Once her pelvis touches mine, she stops and closes her eyes for a moment, then she starts rolling her hips, sending me to heaven.

I look at her, at her beautiful, sweaty, flushed face, and take her in my arms kissing her lips again, wrapping her with one arm, touching her breasts with the other.

Despite myself I start meeting her thrusts and she clings to my neck, panting.

"Y/n... Oh God, Y/n..." I say low, unable to form a sentence.

The pain is gone, it's all gone. I take her ass in my hand and thrust a little deeper, making her groan. I feel it, how close she is, how lost her eyes are, I love this. I want to see it, I have to hold on a little longer. I want to stay inside her forever but I also want to fall of that cliff so bad...

"You..." she moans out of breath, taking my head in her hands, trying to kiss me but failing when I thrust deeper, her mouth open against mine. "Ah ! You..."

Suddenly her body shakes and burns, her pussy throbbing hard around me, making me fall of the cliff. I still deep inside her and feel I'm filling her up, my head falls back and I open my mouth, unable to make a sound.

We stay like this for a moment, breathless and nested. I should go but I just can't, so I kiss her lips again, and take her with me on the bed. I can't press on my back, so I lie on my stomach and she grazes my wounds with her fingers, kissing my skin now and then.

"It can't become a habit" I murmur, hating my own voice.

"Yes" she says and lay her naked body besides me, looking into my eyes.

 I hope I don't fall in love with you, Y/n.

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Breathe darling

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Pairing: Tony Stark x teen! reader

warning: mention of suicide, angst, sadness 

summary: reader is a girl and looks up to Tony and he visits her school and sees how smart she is and she has a good family but they aren't super close so he takes her under his wing and she becomes an Avenger and she's bullied so she comes home crying one day after hiding it for so long and Tony comforts her and she tells Tony about how she was thinking about suicide and he cries and helps her? 

Help me out buy me a lo-fi

He remembered the first day he saw her. He was picking up Peter from school the windows were tinted so no one could see him but he made sure Peter knew what car he was in. Soon as the school door opened she was the first one out the door speedily walking down the sidewalk clenching books to her chest as other students slowly trickled out of the building everyone else taking their time. Back then he didn’t think much of it maybe she had work or homework to do either way it wasn’t his business. He had to focus on Peter and his recklessness.

-

He remembered when he first took an interest in her. It all started with her notebook.

“awe man,” Peter said as he took out a notebook from his backpack.

“what’s up?” Tony asked not really caring but he felt the need to ask.

“My lab partner got and I our notebooks mixed up”

“just called Ned up and have him bring it over”

“new semester teacher changed the seating chart so we’ll have new partners. My New Partner is a girl name (y/n) I don’t have her number”

”oh... a girl,” Tony asked he was going to tease him to no end. Now he was happy he asked.

“no, not like that. She doesn't even talk to me unless it has to do with class and even that is rare. Although she is very smart. She’ll usually do her work by herself or whatever I say ... she agrees with me a lot... I guess I’m the leader of our team.”

As Peter rambled on about his new lab partner Tony picked up the notebook and flipped through it. It was amazing on the side of her notes she managed to make little blueprints for small devices to anyone else they would have looked like small doodles but Tony could make out everything and this girl was a genius.

“what’s her name again?”

“(Y/n), (y/n) (l/n)”

-

He remembered the first time they first officially met. After talking to Peter and looking through her notebook some more he decided he needs to meet her. Taking her notebooks he found out where she lived he went to meet her parents first.

“Hello, Mrs. (l/n)”  a woman came to the door she opened the door with her cell phone in her hand she didn’t even bother looking up to see who was at the door. She looked just liked (y/n) besides the hair and eyes, but her hair was obviously dyed. “ I’m here to talk to you about your daughter” she still didn’t look up “ I’m Tony Stark” That seemed to get her attention she immediately looked up and was shocked she put away her phone and smiled.

“Oh my, Mr.Stark to whom do we oh this visit too” she opened the door further waving him in

“um, your daughter (Y/n)”

“what did she do?” she said dread she imagined the worse but quickly changed her attitude now showing cheer “I mean, um, what did she do to get your attention?”

“nothing bad I can assure you,” He said as she leads him to the living room 

“How about I get us some snacks? be right back” as she rushed to the kitchen Tony looked around the room. There were no family pictures on the wall nothing to imply that they even had a child which was strange most families put up family pictures and if not they’d put up awards from there child there was always something to imply children or a child. It was strange there was no sign of her existing. 

“you have a beautiful home”

“Thank you. I hope you like sugar cookies and tea,” she said setting a trace on the coffee table. “now, may I asked how my daughter managed to get your attention? I mean she doesn’t do much”

“actually your daughter is very intelligent. My intern told me about your daughter and I decided to look more into her and your daughter is very gifted. I have this internship program I’d like her to be a part of.” and that’s how the conversation began.

Mrs. (l/n) seemed clueless of her daughter’s talent, not caring for her daughter much at all, and trying to steer the conversation elsewhere he always brought it back on topic or mentioned his soon to be wive Pepper.

It wasn’t until an hour later that (y/n) walked in the door completely exhausted and looked ready to pass out. Tony took note of her wet pants and the busted lip but didn’t say anything.

“Oh (y/n) sweetheart where have you been? someone is here to see you” Mrs. (L/n) mother didn’t notice her daughter’s exhausted and distressed look. “ Come have a seat, come and have a seat “ her mother encouraged. It wasn’t until she was seated that her mother noticed her appearances. 

“Oh, honey what happened?”

“walked to close to the curve and got soaked. And slipped on the stairs up to the subway. You’re Tony Stark” (y/n) took note of the celebrate sitting on the couch across from her.

“Oh yes. Mr.Stark is here to offer you an Internship. Someone put in a good word for you” her mother said squeezing her with excitement. 

“Do you know Peter Parker?”

“yes”

-

He remembered when she moved in it was a few months after she accepted the internship. He started noticing how she came in looking exhausted and when he took her how he noticed how her parents didn’t notice it. They were clueless about her struggles. It was then that he decided to move her and Peter into the Tower. Aunt May was hesitant at first but after a lot of convincing and promises she said yes as long as he called every day and visit home once a week.  (y/n) parents didn’t hesitate said yes immediately and started packing for her, much to both their daughter and Tony’s shock.

“They didn’t put up much of a fight,” Tony said as he leaned up against (y/n) new bedroom door as he watched her put up her belongings.

“yeah... My family is close we aren’t the lovey-dovey cuddly type. If I  tell my parents what’s wrong and ask for help they’ll deliberately ignore it or be clueless to the problem. That’s how my family is.” (y/n) said putting knick-knacks on her new dresser.

“well, I’m sorry to say this family is different. Your problems will be our problems and we’re always here to help” Tony said smiling “now excuse me while I got admire the Iron Man shrine in Peter’s room”

-

He remembered when she became an unofficial official Avenger just like Peter. She also found out he was Spider-Man.

 It was when they were on a mission when Friday stopped working. Everyone had become a bit clueless as to where they were going since Tony no longer had eyes and ears. (y/n) managed to hack into everyone's comms and helping out. Using a computer she pulled up the building blueprints and hacked into the security feed and began to give everyone instruction on where to go and what to do and how many enemies there were. By the end, everything went smoothly and everyone was okay.

“That was amazing (y/n), how did you do that?” Steve asked when everyone returned 

“I’m very good with computers, hacking, and my hands, “  she said 

“really?”

“Yeah, you should have seen her in the robotic competition she got second place. I’m pretty sure first place had connections to the judges so yeah. But her bot was amazing”

“Peter, how did you know I did the Robot competition?”

“teachers were talking about it. I may or may not have been snooping” Peter laughed and (y/n) blushed.

“(y/n) have you ever thought about being an Avenger,” Tony said surprising (y/n) and the others

“ I...um... I don’t have powers there’s nothing special about me. I couldn’t help”

“I don’t have power neither doesn’t Natasha, Clint, Rhodey, and Sam but we still help. There are other ways you could help”

And she did with the help of Tony she built weapons and iron suits for the team. With the help of Natasha and Clint, she trained in combat and weapons. Everyone on the team pinched in to help (y/n) and Peter, but mostly (y/n), train to become Avengers. Before long just like Peter, she was doing small missions and rescues in the city.

-

He remembered their worse day together the day she stopped hiding.

It was a rainy day the clouds gathered so tight it made mid-day look like early night. Everyone was gathered in the common room watching a movie when (y/n) rushed in and up the stairs to her room. Everyone noticed her arrive but didn’t say anything she was soaked to the bone from the rain and they figured she went to change. It was only Tony who noticed her red eyes and sniffling as she practically ran away.

Tony quickly followed her to her room “ (y/n), sweetheart, Babygirl” he knocked on her door hearing her sniffle “what’s wrong, what happened?” he slowly opened the door inviting himself in. She was sitting on the floor in front of the window her back towards him.

“I can’t take it anymore” he heard her cry and saw her shoulders shake “ I don’t want this anymore. I can’t do this anymore, I’m so tired. I tried I really did but I can’t....” 

Tony took a seat next to (y/n) on the floor he tried to pull her into a hug but she flinched away he was then he took notice of the bruises on her arms and face. “oh baby, who did this to you?”

“it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to be here”

“you don‘t want to be here? do you want to go back to your parents?”

“No” she cried “ I don’t want to live “ she collapsed into Tony’s chest. He himself let out a sob as his own tears spilled out. He hugged her tight without hurting her. “ I don’t want this. I can’t I don’t know how anymore”

“y-you don’t have to not alone, just breathe,” Tony said crying with her. It broke his heart he loved (y/n) like a daughter and would never want anything bad to happen to her. Yet here she was struggling and he didn’t even notice. 

“I-I can’t -”

“you can I’ll help, I promise I’ll help. Please, breath darling breath” Tony cried as he held her close and kissed her forehead.

“It hurts, I’m so tired, it hurts”

“It’ll be okay, It’ll be okay,” Tony said kissing her forehead as she cried herself to sleep on his chest. And as she slept on his chest and the other watched a movie downstairs unaware of the distress and pain (y/n) was in. Tony promised he’d help his little girl and make up for being blind this whole time.

“Breathe ... it’ll be okay” now he’s just saying it for himself.

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Band Wars

Note: Due to recent events and the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit

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Length: 1,898 words

Genre: Angst/Smut

Chapter 4

Outside the members of LOTUS were laughing and joking around to cheer up Ximena.

“Real shit tho Ximena, you gotta chill out. I know shit’s not ideal but we’re here for 2 months so you need to suck it up.” Tasia said.

“You’re right. I can’t let his annoying ass get under my skin.” Ximena said.

“Yeah now let’s go inside and help with dinner before the guys burn the damn house down.” Yeona said. As the girls started to head inside, Sienna felt her phone vibrate and saw that it was a text from Mark.

“Who was it?” Yeona asked.

“It was Mark. He was telling me to stop by his room later tonight.” Sienna said.

“Excuse me?! You’re going to his room. Girl you getting some dick tonight!” Tasia said. The girls laughed as they made their way into the house. They noticed the table was set and Areum was putting the finishing touches on some spaghetti bolognese.

“This actually looks amazing.” Sienna said. Areum looked at her as she set the rest of the food, including salad and bread rolls on the table.

“Thanks.” Areum replied. She took a seat and began passing out the rolls. The other members looked at each other and Sienna rolled her eyes in Areum’s directions.

“If this bitch don’t stop disrespecting me Imma throat check her ass.” Sienna whispered to Ximena.

“Look let’s just get through the first day.” Ximena said.

After dinner Yeona, Yugyeom, BamBam. Youngjae and Ximena all sat in the living room chatting while all the older members cleaned and straightened up.

“Well it’s nice of them to help out.” Areum said.

“Oh hush. They’re the maknaes, let them be.” Tasia said.

“Yeona isn’t even a maknae.” Areum grumbled.

“AND?! She’s the main one who keeps Ximena out of trouble so if she wants to relax with her best friend then so be it.” Sienna said.

“I was talking to Tasia.” Areum said.

“And bitch I’m talking to YOU!” Sienna’s volume increased as she put emphasis on “you,” causing everyone to look in her direction.

“I think I misheard you because I KNOW you didn’t just say you were talking to me.” Areum said as she walked closer to Sienna.

“Well babygirl maybe you should get your damn ears checked cuz that’s exactly what the fuck I said.” Sienna replied. As both girls got in each other’s face Jinyoung called for everyone to go to their rooms while he finished cleaning up the kitchen. Mark already started to pull Sienna away from Areum while Yugyeom stood in front of Areum to hold her back.

“Hey I’ll help you clean up, I’m wide awake now.” Ximena said. Jinyoung looked at her and nodded his head, indicating that he appreciates her help. Before heading to her room, Tasia stopped to talk to Jinyoung.

“Don’t think I didn’t see how much you were looking at Ximena during dinner. I know you’re feeling her and you have our blessing but don’t fuck it up Jinyoung. She’s our maknae and we’ll kick your ass if you fuck over her.” Tasia said. She smiled then walked to her room. Jinyoung swallowed hard and turned back to the dishes in the sink.

“So what was that all about?” Ximena asked.

“Oh um Tasi-Oh you meant with Sienna and Areum.” Jinyoung said.

“Yeaaah that. What were you gonna say?” Ximena asked, interest piqued.

“Oh nothing. But yeah I guess Sienna just got tired of Areum being so short with her. I mean she has been rude as hell all day.” Jinyoung replied.

“Yeah she really has. All over something that has NOTHING to do with her. She’s a bitch and I’m over it. Oh and thank you.” Ximena said.

“For what exactly?” Jinyoung asked.

“BamBam said you threatened to kick his ass if he irritates me again while we’re staying here. So again, thank you.” Ximena said.

“I know you can handle yourself but I just thought I could help out.” Jinyoung said.

“It was greatly appreciated.” Ximena said.

“You know, if you get tired of sharing a room with BamBam, you could always come sleep in my bed.” Jinyoung said.

“Depends. Will there be touching involved?” Ximena asked.

“We’ll see.” Jinyoung answered. He walked past her and walked to his room. She heard the door shut then slid down to the floor and chuckled to herself. She knew this was gonna be a wild ass 2 months.

Back in her room Sienna was looking through her bags for her pjs when JB tapped her on her shoulder.

“Yes JB?” Sienna sighed.

“You good? You still seemed tense.” JB said.

“I’m good I just need to shower and relax. Thank you for asking.” Sienna said. She gathered all of her bathroom essentials and headed to their shared bathroom to shower. JB watched her and smiled to himself. Maybe sharing a room won’t be so bad after all.

Sienna looked at herself in the mirror. She saw bags under her eyes and realized she needed some serious rest. She started the shower and as it got hotter, she stripped out of her clothes. As soon as the hot water touched her skin, Sienna melted. She didn’t know how desperately she needed this but it felt so good. After what felt like forever, Sienna finally got out of the shower. She did her nightly skincare routine then took care of her hair. After thoroughly moisturizing her hair she put her hair in a few flat twists and secured them with her bonnet. She walked out of the bathroom wearing a green, satin tank and short set, which made JB do a double take as she was putting her things away.

“You look good.” JB said. Sienna looked at him confused as hell.

“Are you okay JB? You’ve been an asshole to me for the past few months and we get here and you’ve done nothing but flirt with me. What’s really going on?” Sienna asked.

“I’m just trying to make the best out of a shitty situation. Trust me if I could have stayed back at the dorms I would have.” JB said.

“And your back to being an asshole. Goodnight Jaebum.” Sienna said as she walk out of the room. When she got to Mark’s door to knocked lightly and when he finally opened the door she saw he was shirtless.

“Took you long enough. You’re lucky I’m still up.” Mark said. He gave her a slight smirk.

“I needed a hot shower to calm me down. I can’t believe I let Areum get me outta character.” Sienna said as she next to him on his bed.

“Yeah all the time I’ve known you, you’ve never gotten that mad before.” Mark said.

“Yeah well some ppl bring it out of you. But enough about that. You wanted to talk?” She asked.

“About that shit you said, it hurt, but at the same time whether or not you meant it, I can’t really fault you. What you said wasn’t as bad as what JB said. At least you weren’t racist.” Mark said.

“That doesn’t excuse what I said. I’m sorry. That wasn’t cool and I embarrassed you guys and yall really didn’t deserve that.” Sienna replied.

“It’s all good. Plus the other members don’t really care.” Mark said.

“Thanks for hearing me out.” Sienna said. She stood and was about to leave when Mark pulled her arm, causing her to fall on top of him.

“That’s not all I wanted to talk to you about.” Mark said. He pulled Sienna closer to him and planted a short, sweet kiss on her lips.

“Mark…..” Sienna whispered against his lips. Mark trailed his left hand down her back and to her ass, using his hand to give her a tight squeeze, eliciting a moan that was music to his ears.

“I need you to be a bit more quiet. We don’t want to disturb the other now do we?” Mark said. Before she could give him an answer, Mark attached their lips once more, this time with more passion.

She soon felt his tongue slide between her lips and she gladly accepted. Sienna straddled him and began to grind herself against his hardening member. She could tell he was getting anxious by how rough his kisses got. She pulled away and got off the bed. Just as Mark was about to protest he saw her pulling her shorts down. His dick twitched at the sight of her bare and ready for him. He could see how wet their makeout session made her and he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

“Hey reach in the side of that black bag on the chair.” Mark instructed. Sienna followed his directions and pull out a box of condoms. She threw the box to him and instead of taking one he took out 5.

“Umm a little ambitious I see.” Sienna joked.

“Trust me. You’re going to want more. Now bring that fine ass over here.” Mark said. Sienna got back on the bed and as she went to straddle him again he flipped her over. As he pulled down his pants to put the condom on, he noted how soft she looked and he stroked her face as he eased inside of her.

He almost came right then and there at how tight and wet she was. He took a few seconds to adjust himself then started to move. Sienna couldn’t help but let out tiny, quiet moans. It’d been a while since she’d had sex and it felt like a new experience with Mark. Mark began pumping a bit faster which had Sienna gasping for air. Mark slipped his hand under her shirt and grabbed a breast while his other hand went to her neck, giving in a light squeeze.

“Oh my fuckng god…..shit!” Sienna moaned. Mark wasn’t letting up and Sienna loved every second of it. When Mark angled his hips a certain way, she lost it. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched off of the mattress. His hand tightened around her throat as he fucked her. Sienna started shaking and Mark felt her walls tighten around his length. She came so hard that she’d made marks in his arm from how hard she’d been squeezing him. A few seconds later Mark followed up with his own orgasm, sending pleasurable aftershocks through Sienna’s core.

“That was fucking amazing.” Mark breathed as he collapsed on top of her.

“Yeah. Who the fuck knew you had that in you.” Sienna teased.

“Shut up. You know if you’re too tired we don’t have to go again.” Mark said.

“Nah give me a few minutes I’ll be ready to go again. But we don’t have to go that many times.” She said pointing at the condoms on the nightstand.

“You’re right. We have 2 months to do this.” He said, laughing.

“You know we have to keep this on the low right? I don’t need my our members in our business.” Sienna said.

“Fine with me. I wasn’t going tell them anyway.” Mark said. After few minutes Sienna climbed back on top of him and started trailing kisses down his neck.

“It’s my turn to take charge.” Sienna mumbled against his skin. Mark was on cloud nine and no intentions of coming back to down to Earth anytime soon.

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Jungkook scenario - Lucky

requested by @thedawnsky

Summary: You and Jungkook have been through everything together. You were his best friend even before he got his bad boy reputation and you’re even closer now. You’ve been there for him through it all, but now it’s his turn to be there for you during a rough time.

Genre: angst. fluff, smut

warnings: morning sex

“Hey… It’s me. Could you come down to the lake? I don’t really want to be alone right now.”

It was a cry for help. Of all the people in all the world, Jungkook was the person I came to for things like this. He had a way of getting me out of my own head.

I sat at the edge of the lake, feeling the cool breezes counteract the hot sun. The only place I felt safe right now was my usual spot by the water. As a kid, I’d hang out around here with my best friend Jungkook, or Kookie as I’d call him. If anyone else called him that he’s burst into full-on rage.

I closed my eyes and tilted my face toward the sun. I jumped when I heard screeching tires against the pavement from afar and looked to see Jungkook’s car racing into the parking lot. I sighed to my self and watched him walk toward me.

“Must you always do that? You’re gonna ruin your tires.” I said rolling my watery eyes.

“I have a better question. Why are you out here alone?” He sat down in the grass next to me. “What’s wrong?” He asked. I sighed to my self and lowered my head. “Babygirl, look at me.” He leaned in, trying to catch my gaze and I finally looked up at him with red, puffy eyes. “What did he do?”

He already knew it was the jerk I was dumb enough to fall for. “We broke up…” I confessed.

His expression softened into a look of sympathy and compassion. He sighed and placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a warm hug. “I’m so sorry.”

I nuzzled in closer and let the tears flow. He didn’t try to contact me for days and then he just calls me out of nowhere and tells me we have to ‘talk’. I’m not sure if he wanted to let me down gently, but it just turned into the worst day ever. We’ve been together for years and I thought we’d be able to stay together, but he had other plans.

*flashback*

“Hey! Why’d you want to meet here?” I asked as I walked around the corner and saw my boyfriend standing there by the lake. He looked so nervous while he sat down on a bench by the shore. He patted the seat next to him and I willingly accepted the offer.

“Y/n… There’s no easy way to say this, but… I found someone else.” He said slowly.

It felt like my heart dropped to my stomach. I was in complete shock. Why did he want to meet here of all places? The place that we shared so many good memories to just be destroyed by this one. I felt the tears gather in my eyes and I covered my face with my hands, unable to make the tears stop.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered.

I summoned up the courage to ask him the burning question and spoke, “Is that the reason you’ve been ignoring me? So you could be with her?”

“…Yeah-”

“Oh my god!” I got up from the bench and ran away. I couldn’t believe he ignored me for days to try and figure out of the other girl was ‘worthy’ instead of just calling it off with me.

“Y/n. Please wait!” I heard his voice behind me and I stopped.

“No! You completely abandoned your girlfriend so you could try and start a relationship elsewhere!”

“You know what?! You’re not very different from me. You honestly think all those times you blow me off to hang out with your little guy friend isn’t abandoning me either? I’m done trying to compete with him for your attention! So go! Be with him. I know for a fact that's who your gonna call!” His face turned bright red while he practically screamed at me. My heart pounded in my chest out of anger and a little bit of fear. I've always been terrified of being left on my own with no one to help me. And now the one man who promised to be there for me is gone.

“We’re done. Completely.” I said calmly. He crossed a line and now there’s no coming back from it. He huffed and turned away, leaving me isolated once again. I pondered his words over and over in my head.

“I know for a fact that’s who you’re gonna call.”

He’s absolutely right. Because Jungkook listens and understands me. We’ve been inseparable since kindergarten and I know he’ll be there for me no matter what unlike the guy who was supposed to love and trust me.

*Present*

"Kookie can I ask you something?" I lifted my head off of his shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

"Anything."

"Have you ever thought of our friendship as something more?"

"Honestly, yeah, I have. I come to you with more things than I have with my past girlfriends because you know me. We've been together since before I can remember."

I hung on his every word. I understood what he was saying completely. "And I know your, now ex, was jealous, but I was jealous of him from time to time. He was hanging out with one of the greatest girls I've ever known and it did get to me a little."

"Jungkook..." I looked back to the ground and he lifted my chin to meet his stare.

"I know it seems hard to get over at this point but he's going to be the one to regret it. I don't even know that other girl and I can still say without a doubt you're better, Y/n. You're amazing." I could tell by the looks on his face while he spoke that he meant every word. I smiled at him shyly, and he came a little closer, his eyes moving from my gaze to my lips, and back up.  

I didn't even hesitate and just kissed him for the very first time. My heart went from shattered to feeling brand new. His hands held my waist pulling me closer. His right hand moved to the side of my face, turning me slightly and lowering me to my back. He twisted his body to hover over me without breaking our kiss.

I never thought his lips would feel this good. He tasted so sweet and inviting. I've never felt this way when I kissed my ex, but then again, he never kissed me like this either. There's passion with Jungkook and I didn't want it to end. I pulled him in closer, leaving no space between us.

"Mmm- wait. wait." Jungkook broke away and sat up. Oh god. He's rejecting me. Once again I was going to be left on my own. "Not like this."

"Not like what?" I felt so confused and upset for the second time today.

"Y/n, you're my best friend." Here it comes. He's gonna try and let me down easy. "But I don't want to just be friends. I've wanted this for the longest time, but I'm not just gonna have sex with you in the grass by the lake where you just got dumped. A girl like you deserves more than that."

"Well... What did you have in mind?"

"You said that this place had lots of happy memories but he ruined them because of all this. So let's go somewhere that has better memories. A place that can't be ruined."

He got up and held his hands out for me. He helped me up and we walked to his car. He drove us to our old elementary school and we both got out and walk to the playground.

"What's happening? This place looks so weird with no one around."

"Come here." Jungkook held my hips, moving me closer to the swing set. I burst into laughter when I realized what he was doing. "Right there is where that punk kid pushed you off the swings and made you fall on your ass." He walked two feet away from me and turned. "And here is where I beat him up for you and got put in timeout for the rest of the day.

"Our teacher had to move a little table into the corner so you could play with  your legos." I smiled.

"That was when I decided to defend you... from all bad things. And that's why I'm still here now. You're worth so much more than what he did to you." My eyes fogged up and a tear trickled down my cheek.

"No... Babygirl, don't cry." He rushed to my side and wiped my tear.  He tucked my hair behind my ear, making me quiver. I leaned my head toward his touch, missing the feel of his embrace and he pulled me into a hug. "You'll always have me. I promise."

I slowly let go of me and I looked him in the eyes once more. The look in his eyes was so pure yet intense. "How do you do that?"

"What?" He said to my random question. "How do you give off this bad boy attitude and yet when you talk to me it's like butter can't melt in your mouth. You become a total softy."

He shrugged and looked at the ground. "You're one of the very few people who see the real me, and I guess when I'm around you, I can be real."  I stepped closer to him and hugged him.

"Thank you for this. I really needed it." I nuzzled in and his arms held onto my shoulders firmly. My ear pressed against his chest, letting me hear his heart start to beat faster. I looked up at him and his expression relaxed into a subtle smile. I leaned toward him, kissing his soft lips again.

The second he kissed me back I felt weak in the knees. His hands cupped my face and deepened the kiss. I wanted him, I needed him, and I knew he needed me too.

Jungkook broke away and looked at me once more. "Do you feel better?"

"Much better..." I replied. "But, uh... Is it alright if I stayed at your place for the night? There's just a lot of stuff that reminds me of him at my apartment and I don't want to deal with it right now."

"Of course. You're welcome anytime."

We went back to his car and drove to his place while the sun disappeared into the night. By the time we reached his apartment, I felt so exhausted. It was as if my whole world came crashing down and then rebuilt in mere hours.

Jungkook was nice enough to let me borrow a pair of his sweatpants and sleep in his bed. I laid here for a while and started to feel a little cold. There was no way I could sleep with all these thoughts in my head.

Are Jungkook and I a couple now? Isn't that exactly what my ex-expected of me?

I was taken from my thoughts when I heard a knock at the door. "Hey. Are you decent?"

"Yeah," I said with a smile. He walked in and headed for his close. "Just grabbing an extra blanket."

"Oh, kookie. You don't have to sleep on the couch. Here. Come lay with me!" I patted the side of the bed and he smirked.

He climbed in next to me and I snuggled into his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and played with my hair. "You know, I thought you would be asleep by now."

"I know. I've been staring at the ceiling for a while."  My eyelids started to get heavy, but I still wasn't that tired. "Kookie, can you sing to me?"

"What? Why?" He asked with a small laugh.

"How is that funny? You used to sing all the time." I remembered that after school we'd always hang out at the park and He'd sing when he got bored and had a song stuck in his head. "Come on. ANy song. It'll help me sleep."

Jungkook thought to himself for a moment and sighed. He got up off the bed and went to the closet, pulling out his guitar. I propped my head up on a pillow and got comfortable.

He tuned the strings a bit and started to play. I smiled when he started the first few cords to Jason Mraz's Lucky.

"Do you hear me, I'm talking to you Across the water across the deep blue ocean Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying"

I was way too tired to sing the other part but he just kept going with the chorus.

"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend lucky to have been where I have been lucky to be coming home again"

It only took a few more seconds for me to drift off. My eyes closed and my breaths slowed down, but I could still hear Jungkook putting away his guitar. I felt so protected here with him, not just physically, but emotionally. I know he won't break my heart or leave me the way my ex-boyfriend did.

I was nearly asleep when I felt Jungkook's soft lips press against my forehead. "Good night, babygirl." He whispered.

When I woke up the next morning, I turned over and realized I was pressed against Jungkook's chest. I tried to be discreet as I shifted in his arms. His grip on my waist loosened and he rolled over on his back. He looked so peaceful when he slept, but I couldn't resist giving him a kiss good morning.

I ran my hands up Jungkook's toned chest and kissed his neck, just as his veins started to show. His eyes flew open and he rolled on top of me. "If I didn' know any better, I'd think you're trying to get me all hot and bothered. Maybe I should do the same."

His hands gave me goosebumps as they moved up my thighs, hooking my leg around his hip to get into a good position. "Mmm, babygirl. You're mine now." He smiled at me and I giggled back, wrapping my arms around his toned shoulders. "I'm all yours."

"Finally." He whispered. I leaned up to kiss his lips and he pulled back quickly. "Wait." He reached over and opened his nightstand, grabbing a condom and a mint. I broke into a fit of giggles when I saw what he pulled out of the drawer. "What?" Morning breath is a huge turn-off."

"I love how you just had those in your nightstand though."

Jungkook just shrugged at me, "You never know when you'll wake up next to a beautiful girl."

After preparing himself better, he smashed our lips together and slowly thrust into me. My mouth opened with a small moan, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips. I could taste the sweet mint flavor on his warm tongue. Our bodies pressed together as we both came closer to our climax.

"Oh, god I'm gonna cum!" He groaned while trying to hold himself back.

I held onto his upper back, clenching my walls around him and screaming, "Cum, baby. Give it to me!" With those final words, we both hit our highs at the same time, moaning and riding our way through our orgasm.

By the time we came back down to reality, I still had one thing on my mind. "Kookie?"

He got off of me and pulled me into his arms. "So, are we actually together now?" I asked him.

"Well, yeah. I didn't do all that just to stay in the friend-zone." He said. I laughed at his little comment and hit him playfully. "Really though, I'm yours as long as you'll have me."

I smiled up at him and gave him another kiss. I can thank my lucky stars that I have someone like Jungkook to pull me out of the dark moments of my life and remind me of the best ones.

THE END

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Anonymous requested: Prompt 21, angst, Taehyung x Reader Anonymous requested: hey BOOBOO ;") u may wonder who this anon is but I surElY am a mysterious bean :'))) I HAVE A REQUEST fOR PROMPT BOOBOO( 21."That sounds illegal. I’m in”) (28.“Don’t you realize, I was born to die”) (52."He/She, is alive”) LE PAIRING (COUGH I MEAN THE READING I DONT SAY LE TO REPLACE THE) THE PAIRING* reader x taehyung. the genre: angst, fluff :') is smut an option OHOHOOHOHOOOHHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHO luV YA :') IM RUNNING OUT OF SPACE TO TYPE TO U BC IT HAS A WORD LIMIT TY IF U CREATE SMTH <3

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prompts:  "That sounds illegal. I’m in” |“Don’t you realize, I was born to die” | "He/She, is alive”

wordCount: 1.1k pairing: taehyungxreader genre: angst | smut length: one shot | request- triggers: mature content,police, cussing,  mentions of “daddy” and “babygirl”

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     He distinctly remembered the very first time you changed his whole world, along with the words that made him almost instantly infatuated on you. "That sounds illegal. I'm in." your sultry voice rippled his whole skin, filling his chest with a sensation he had never felt before in his short life- complete.

"Bonnie and Clyde?," He snorted a laugh at the remark of the interviewer. The handcuffs on his wrists and heels rattled while he shifted position leaning forward towards the recorder."No..." he licked his dry lips prolonging the moment until he gets to answer. Kim Taehyung liked an audience. He was dramatic and of histrionic nature: with a sole glance from his big brown, wild eyes he knew how to make a person shiver to his core in fear, and at the very same time, he would use that very same ability to bewitch his prays into his lair. He smirked more to himself than for the interviewer and finally replied "More like...Y/N and Taehyung"

There was something about the simplicity of how your scent invaded his lungs every time you had sex that drove him completely over the edge in a matter of seconds. Was it that maybe Taehyung was in love ? Or was it this raw animal instinct of having you under his control that riled him up? He never really knew, but you were an addiction to him, just like his addiction to the adrenaline of doing something bad, like running away from the law,or even the addiction to the dopamine released on his brain each time he stared at his bounty right after committing the crime, either one of them and all together- you were everything at the same time.

Taehyung pounded into you, the lewd sound of their flesh flapping together muffled by the loud sultry moans that increase in pitch as you high is nearer with his rough thrusts. "Taehyung..." you pleaded to him, making him melt completely. The thin hairs sticking to his forehead by the big drops of sweat, his eyes closed and mouth agape contorting in a smile filled with pleasure, your nails digging deep into his flesh, in comparison to his arousal are nothing but a mere uncomfortable pain put aside. He was close.

In the twilight room Taehyung's fingers clawed on your skin and like that, with both their releases, they became one; one mind with one goal and purpose, each utterly drunk with love for the other and an uncontrollable need to be wrongful.

"Seems like we got ourselves in a bit of a mess, babe." you chuckled one time, the twinkling blue lights of the police were almost reaching the side of the car.

Taehyung stepped on the gas, taking it all the way down; he was not about to let police catch them like this. The road ahead was only lit by the headlights of their vehicles and the police's, the sound of the sirens and the roar of the engine reverberating in the darkness. From the cracked front windshield it looked as if it had no end, but Taehyung was not gonna give up; he knew he could out-wit them easily, like he had done many times before.

"Babygirl..." he softly began to ask while looking through the rare-mirror. "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything, Daddy" you replied instantly without hesitation.

"Grab the wheel for me?" he politely requested while not taking his eyes off the cars chasing behind.

You nodded and took on the steering wheel once Taehyung moved lightly away making room for you to sit on his side. He then shifted on his place taking a gun off from the back seat and rolling down the window to expertly start shooting against the police.

One bullet, two,three— soon enough he was releasing the magazine to reload. You loved the thrill of the chase, how you always felt so free and empowered by it. You loved the intoxication that elicited breaking the rules almost as much as you loved him. But once you heard the popping of one of the car tires, probably due to one of the blue's behind finally getting a good shot in the attempt to stop them, you knew it was time to make probably the hardest decision of your short life.

Taehyung noticed how the car was leaning to the left and turned to you "Babyg-?" his words were muted by the clashing of your lips against his, you took the sensation of his chapped lips and made sure to memorize everything about them, internally well aware this would be the last time you would ever touch them again. "What are you doing?" he asked, surprised by your actions.

You smiled at him softly, eyes flooded in tears and replied "Don’t you realize, I was born to die" with a swift movement you pull the handle of the car door, putting your whole body weight forcing Taehyung outside of the moving vehicle. He shouts at you before being pushed but you already made up your mind- you must protect him at all costs.

Taehyung's body impacts on the ground, the speed of the car was such that the whiplash of it lefts him injured once he stops rolling around over the dirt. He is aching all over but his eyes immediately search for the lights of the cars that surpassed him. There, in the distance, Taehyung manages to find the lights of his own car, he knew the cops will eventually caught up with it, but he didn't give a fuck- that was until you kissed him. He always told how mad you were for trying to take a bullet for him once before, and that you should never do it again, yet your stubbornness always won and kept on the mindset of sacrificing for him- the only thing he hated about you.   He was thinking on how much scolding you were gonna get after all this was over when a big wall of smoke and flames light up the night sky-and Taehyung screamed.

The interviewer stops recording after the prisoner starts to cry. There is something about his face that triggers an empathy for him. The guards outside told him about this thing he had- "Allurement" they said.

"Mr.Kim..." the interviewer calls at him. Taehyung looks up, sniffing his sorrows away, his eyes glistening with tears. "She is alive." he announces, not bearing the thought of seeing him upset- what is this need to comforting him? they wonder.

Taehyung tilts his head lightly and look at the interviewer with skeptic eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"She is alive,Mr Kim." he assured him. "They never found her body in the flames."

Taehyung shoots up incorporating from his chair, he tried to walk to call for the guard but the chains on his heels don't let him move. he then turns to the interviewer and pleads "Tell them, I need to make a call."

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We were Supposed to Celebrate

A/N: It’s Sam’s birthday but he comes home a few days later than he was supposed to.

Word Count: 2,579

Warnings: Tad bit of angst

Parings: Sam x Daughter!Reader  Dean x Niece!Reader  Jody x Reader

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“Hey Y/N.” Jody said from the kitchen where she was finishing up dinner, “Y/N, sweetheart. Come here.” The sound of your feet stampeding through the house caused a smile of break out on Jody’s face, she loved having you there. Now that Claire and Alex were out of the house she couldn’t help but feel lonely and having you in the house erased that pain.

“Yeah Auntie Jody?” You asked while wrapping your arms around her hip.

Jody wiped her hands on the towel before turning her attention to you, “I got a message from your dad, him and your uncle should be here really soon.” She told you while running her hands through your hair.

“Oh.” You replied in a quiet voice.

“This is a good thing Y/N/N, means you can celebrate your dad’s birthday with him like we planned.” Jody told you.

You shook your head, “No. Dad’s a meanie, I don’t wanna celebrate his birfday anymore.”

“Aw sweetie,” Jody said as she knelt down to your level, “Why don’t you wanna celebrate his birthday anymore? We made a cake and everything, we can make him a new one; and what about the big birthday banner you made him?” You pouted your lip as you once again shook your head. “What’s wrong? You were so excited to celebrate it with him.”

“He didn’t come back.” You responded in a sad voice, “He said he was gonna be here but he wasn’t. He’s never back when he says he will be but this time was special.”

“Oh honey.” Jody sighed out while rubbing your arms, “He couldn’t help it. Him and your uncle had to finish work before they could come back.”

“I know.” You mumbled out, “I just wanted to have my daddy here for his birfday.”

Jody pulled you into a hug, knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to get through to you. “Okay, why don’t you go wash up for dinner and after we eat we can watch Moana?”

You quickly nodded your head before running out of the kitchen to wash your hands. Jody let out a sigh before reaching for her phone that sat on the counter. Opening her text messages up she clicked Sam’s name to let him know what was going on.

You were drifting in and out of consciousness as you laid on Jody when the sound of the impala pulling up could be heard.

“Sounds like your dad and uncle are here.” Jody whispered in your ear. You choose to ignore her and buried yourself deeper into your ‘aunt’s’ arms. “We gotta go get the door for them sweetie.” You responded by letting out a groan which informed Jody that you were still upset.

Letting out a sigh Jody, with great difficulty, stood up while she continued to hold you. She placed you on her hip and made her way towards the front door to greet the brothers. You placed your head on Jody’s shoulders and let your eyes droop close.

“Hey guys.” Jody said in a soft voice as she opened the door for your dad and uncle.

“Hey.” Sam replied as he walked through the door, “She asleep?”

Jody shook her head, “She’s been fighting it.”

“Hi baby.” Sam whispered as he looked in your eyes, he reached out to grab you only to have you whine and tighten your hold on Jody. Sam let out a sigh, knowing that your anger with him was amplified since you were tired. Glancing over at Dean the brothers shared one of their many silent conversations. Nodding his head Dean quietly shut the front door and adjusted his duffle so it was higher on his shoulder.

“Hey babygirl,” Dean said in a gentle voice, “You ready for bed?” You let out another quiet whine which Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at, “You sure? I’m ready for bed, you can come sleep with me.”

You glanced up at your uncle when you processed his words and quickly nodded your head, reaching out for him to hold you. Dean was fast to grab you and you buried your face into his neck, within a few seconds you were passed out.

“I’m gonna head up. You explain to him whatever this is about.” Dean whispered to Jody before turning to walk up the stairs into Claire’s old room where he occupied whenever they came to visit.

Sam and Jody watched you and Dean disappear upstairs before Sam let out a large sigh, “So, what am I up against?”

“The usual, upset four year old who had big plans for her dad’s birthday; so when he didn’t show...” Jody trailed on, hoping Sam would be able to fill in the gaps.

“She gets very upset.” Sam continued.

“Yup, then the cake has been eaten and the birthday banner has been destroyed.” Jody finished in a sad tone. “I’m sorry Sam, but Y/N is getting to that age where when you say you’ll be gone for a week and you’re gone for two, she’s gonna notice.”

Sam rubbed his face in his hands, “I know but it’s not like I could just leave in the middle of the case.”

Jody gave Sam a reassuring pat on the back, “I’m sorry Sam; but you knew this was coming. You used to ask me about this all the time when she was a baby and now that time’s here.”

“Yeah, it’s just-I thought I’d have a little more time to figure out what to tell her.” Sam said in a sad voice.

Jody let out a small chuckle, “Get used to it, time flies with kids. Before you know it she’s gonna be in school, driving, going off to college. You just gotta hold on for the ride.”

“God I’m not ready for that.” Sam breathed out.

“No one’s ready for their baby to grow up Sam.” Jody informed him, “But let’s worry about one problem at a time. Y/N’s at the age where she needs more stability, especially if you want her going to the same school like you mentioned.”

“I know.”

“You’ve said in the past and I don’t- I don’t wanna push it Sam, but I love that little girl like she’s my own. You gotta decide if you’re gonna stay back with her or if you wanna start making my house a more permanent thing for-” Jody spoke lightly but Sam stopped her.

“I know!” He shouted, taking a deep breath Sam exhaled and spoke in a small voice, “I’m sorry, it’s just-I know.”

Jody shot Sam a sad smile, “Whatever you decide to do, Dean and I have your back.”

The sun coming through the window shades is what woke you up. Groaning you stretched out on the bed, successfully smacking your uncle in the face which resulted in him letting out an annoyed moan.

“Stay still.” He mumbled, still half asleep.

Ignoring him you continued to stretch before he grabbed you and tucked you back into the spot where you fell asleep the previous night. You laid there, content for a few minutes before you began to move around again.

“Y/N.” Dean whined, slowly opening his eyes to look at you.

“What?” You questioned, “I’m not sleepy anymore.”

“Then go bug your dad.” Dean told you. You quickly shook your head at his suggestion, “You know you can’t stay mad at him forever.”

“Yes I can.” You mumbled in a grumpy tone that Dean couldn’t help but smile at.

Letting out a sigh, Dean sat up and pulled you up so that you were under his arm, leaning into his chest, “Talk to me kiddo. Why are you mad at your dad?”

“He was late, again. He said he was gonna be here so we could celebrate his birfday but he wasn’t here. I helped Auntie Jody make a cake, I decorated a banner, I worked really, really hard and he wasn’t here for it.” You explained, your voice getting more quiet as you spoke.

“Yeah, but you know your dad and I can’t leave right when we’re in the middle of work.” Dean replied gently.

“I know, it’s just-” You stopped yourself.

“It’s just what string bean?” Dean pushed.

“I just wanna be daddy’s favorite Uncle De.” You responded softly, “He’s always gone at work so that means that work is his favorite and not me.”

Dean looked down at you with hurt eyes when he heard your comment. Hearing his niece say that she didn’t feel like the most important thing in their lives hurt. “Hey now, you know that’s not true.” Dean said, lifting your chin up so that you were looking at him.

“Ya it is; Daddy says you make a promise it’s always for something impor-important, so you has to make sure that if you promise something you stick to it.” You replied in a serious tone, “Daddy promised to be home for his birfday, he wasn’t here. So I must not be important, which means I can’t be his favorite.”

“I know he broke the promise,” Dean told you, “It won’t make much sense to you now kiddo but I promise your dad didn’t have a choice in not being here. You’re the most important thing in his life; in both our lives.”

“You have ta say that.”

“No I don’t, you know me shorty, I don’t say something I don’t mean.”  Dean replied. You were quiet for a moment, soaking in your uncle’s words. You nodded your head before nestling in closer to Dean. “We gonna go back to sleep?” Dean questioned.

“No, you gotta make me waffles.” You informed him.

“I ain’t making you waffles.” Dean laughed out, “When did I agree to that?”

“You didn’t, I just want waffles.”

“Go ask your dad, you like it better when he makes waffles anyways, I’m the pancake man.” Dean said before letting you go and digging himself back into the blankets.

“I dun wanna ask Daddy.” You mumbled.

“You’re gonna have to talk to him eventually, least you’ll get waffles outta it.” Dean replied.

“You’re a meanie butt.”

“And you’re a booger face. Now go bug your father.”

“Fine.” You groaned dramatically before rolling off of the bed, “But you’re the booger face, booger face.”

*poke*

“Dad.”

*poke*

“Wake up.”

*poke*

“Hello?”

*poke*

“Daddyyyyyy.”

“Mmhmmm?” Sam mumbled, looking up with sleepy eyes.

“You have to make me waffles.” You stated in a serious tone.

“Wha-what?” Your dad replied as he sat up in bed.

“You didn’t do what you promised, so you have to make me waffles.”

“Is that all I have to do to make you not mad at me anymore?”

“No, I’m still mad at you but Uncle Dean says it’s easy to buy my forgiveness so I’m open to nego-negoci-negot? How you say it?” You questioned.

“Negotiations.” Your dad clarified, “Sweetie, come here.” He asked while reaching out for you, however you backed away from him.

“Waffles.”

“We’re gonna have to talk about this eventually Y/N.” Sam told you.

“Nuh uh.” You shook your head.

“Yeah huh.” Sam nodded his.

“Well I dun wanna talk, I want waffles.” You pouted.

“Talk first, then waffles?” Sam tried to compromise.

You pondered it for a moment, “Only if you add chocolate chips. None of the healthy protein ones Uncle Dean complains about.”

“I will if Jody has chocolate chips.”

“She does. She used them to make chocolate pancakes on your-” You stopped yourself.

Sam let out a small sigh, “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

Your lip began to quiver as you thought about your dad being gone for the big plans you made, “You promised you’d be back.”

“I know.”

“You said it’s important to never break a promise, but you broke it daddy.” You told him as a tear fell from your eye.

“I know sweetie,” Sam replied sadly as he watched another tear fall from your eye, “Come here.” You quickly jumped into your dad’s open arms as more tears fell.

“You promised.” You cried into his chest as he held you close.

“I know, and I’m so sorry sweetheart. I was at work and had to stay until it was done, but that’s no excuse. I promised to be back in time so we could celebrate like you wanted to but I wasn’t.” Sam replied softly.

“I made you a cake.” You sniffled.

“I heard, Jody said it was really tasty.” Your dad told you.

You nodded your head, “It was.”

“And she said you made me a birthday banner.”

“I did.” You said, rubbing your eye.

“What happened to it?” Sam questioned.

You began to cry again, “I got mad and ripped it.”

Sam quietly nodded his head with your words, “You must have been really mad.”

“I was.” You whispered, “We were supposed to celebrate. You aren’t supposed to break promises.”

“You aren’t, and I’m not gonna break anymore.” Your dad told you as he placed a kiss on your head.

“How do you know?”

“Cause things are gonna change for us little bear.” Sam informed you, “I still gotta talk to Uncle Dean, but I’m not gonna go away for work as much as I do. It’s gonna be you and me hanging out at the bunker; going to school, playing soccer, you’re gonna be doing normal kid stuff, not as much traveling; I’m gonna keep the biggest promise I ever made.”

“What promise is that?” You asked.

“When you were really little and your mom got sick she made me promise to make sure you were always happy; and you’re not very happy right now are you?”

“No,” You responded in a guilty tone, “I love being with Auntie Jody, Daddy, honest I do, but I like being with you and Uncle Dean at home more.”

“And that’s okay baby.” Sam said as he kissed your forehead, “You like being at home, so that’s what we’re gonna do from now on. I might have to leave for work sometimes, but I’m gonna work from home from now on.”

“Really?” You questioned as you sat up excitedly, “You’re gonna be home with me?”

Sam smiled brightly as he saw how excited you were to have him around more, “I am, I’m pretty sure Uncle Dean will be too.”

“I hope so,” You replied happily, “I like being home with you and Uncle Dean.”

“Me too.” Sam told you quietly as he held you tightly, “Now, you ready to make some chocolate chip waffles?”

“Yes!” You squealed out, hopping off the bed you looked back at your dad, “Hey Daddy?”

“Yeah sweetie?”

“I’m sorry I ripped up your birthday banner.” You said softly.

“It’s okay honey. I’m sorry I wasn’t home when I said I would be.” Sam replied.

“It’s okay Daddy.”

Sam walked over to you and swooped you up into his arms, “Why don’t we celebrate my birthday the way your mama always did?” He suggested.

“How do we do that?”

“First we are gonna make the waffles. Then I’m gonna need you to get your uncle outta bed, he was your mama’s best friend so he can help us celebrate, he knows the routine.” Your father informed you.

“Okay, I can do that. I’m very good at waking up Uncle De.”

“Yes you are.” Sam laughed out.

“Hey Daddy.” You said, causing Sam to look at you as he carried you down the hall towards the kitchen.

“Yeah baby?”

“Happy birfday.”

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