#Chase collins x reader angst

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— GIANTS IN THE OCEAN

SUMMARY : when jensen dresses as dean for halloween, he tried to prove that he can fuck like him when he’s told he doesn’t.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x latina!reader

CHARACTERS : misha collins, jared padalecki, genevieve padalecki

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, angst, fingering, defending wanda maximoff bc I’m whipped for her, switch!jensen & switch!reader

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : title from sky eats aeroplane’s song. procrastination, laziness, gah. anyway, it’s the destiny showcase so I’m doing nothing and I’m posting now LOL X

Jensen cleared his throat loudly from where he stood at the closet, trying to get his girlfriend's attention who was applying makeup as a part of her costume. She blinked the blurriness from her eyes and looked at him first from the mirror, then turned around with a raised brow at his costume of choice.

“Dean Winchester? Really? You’re not even trying,” she laughed softly, then returned to quickly finish up with her look. He deflated slightly, pouting as he made his way to her, he got down on his knees and sat back on his legs to admire her.

“Wanda isn't a hero, but Dean is,” he argued after giving some thought to how to respond to her comment. She squinted her eyes, giving him the side-eye, just then she finished up and then turned to face him. He blinked up at her innocently, green eyes wide and pretty, his lashes fluttering like a princess against his freckled cheeks.

She grasped his chin with her black-stained fingers, leaning forward so her red-tinted lips brushed against his, “as a mother, I have to disagree.” He blushed, but excitedly tried to lean forward to claim her lips only for her to pull away with a little tsk. “You’re so pretty like this, baby, on your knees for me like a good boy,” she murmured seductively, swiping her thumb across his pillowy lip.

“Don’t do this to me now,” he moaned, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. His hands clung tightly to her leather covered thighs and she turned her face slightly to kiss him with a playful smile on her lips. He slid his hands up her legs, grasping her hips to tug her forward, off the chair, and into his lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re so hot,” he mumbled when he pulled away just a bit to breathe. Then, he returned her mouth, hunger hidden beneath each quick peck he gave her.

“So are you, Jay,” she replied softly, pulling away and placing her finger on his lips when he chased her mouth for more kisses. “Especially when you’re dressed as Dean Winchester.” She smirked down at him and his pretty, puckered, pink lips. He gazed at her curiously, a little surprised by her admission. He didn’t have time to respond or to even let that information sink in because he instinctively shut his eyes when she leaned forward quickly to place open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his breathe catching in his throat when she reached down and started to rub his semi-hard cock over his jeans. “Baby, I don’t wanna get to Jared’s party with my dick hard,” he groaned, his voice deep with lust, breathy and hot. She felt her pussy tingle, a wave of heat and arousal starting to build up between her legs.

“Then, let’s get going before I fuck you here on the floor, yeah? Dean?” She looked down at him innocently, mimicking what he’d done earlier. He shook his head at her, his cock stirring in the tight confines of his jeans at being called Dean. However, with the Scarlet Witch costume she was wearing, it was a little scary but in a hot way. “Now, get your dick soft, my mom’s downstairs with the kids.”

Y/N stood up from Jensen’s lap, getting a matching crossbody bag that was small and didn’t get in the way of her costume. Jensen stayed on the floor for a while, trying to get his mind out of the gutter and get his excitement under control before he got up. Embarrassingly so, she was leaning against the doorway with a smug smile just watching him try to recollect himself.

“Please, Y/N, don’t judge me,” he said playfully, holding his palm up to stop her from looking at him. She chuckled, pushing her body off the doorframe to start walking away, Jensen following right behind.

“I’m pretty sure she calls me names in Spanish,” he blurted out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Pftt, no she doesn’t,” Y/N said unconvincingly, “besides, there’s a difference between my kids and my husband,” she added, shrugging nonchalantly, a grin fighting it’s way onto her lips despite how hard she bit it.

Okay, maybe she did call him names, but they were meant affectionately. And mostly it was names relating to his freckles or his green eyes that were too hilarious or accurate for her to stop her mom from calling him even when he was right there. Like a codename girls use for their crushes or people they dislike.

“You said she liked me!” He exclaimed quietly, grabbing her arm to twirl her around and pull her into his chest.

“She does! I’m messing with you, baby,” she promised, leaning up to kiss the worry from his face. “You’re perfect and she knows that,” Y/N said earnestly, cupping his face in her hands, “she knows you’re an amazing husband and an even better father. I love you so much. I swear, no, I promise you, she likes you too. She told me you were a keeper, Jay.” She looked up at him with the widest, in-love-with-you eyes he just couldn’t help the way it immediately made him relax.

“She did?” He asked softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N nodded, her own arms circling around his neck. “I was in love with you from the start and she knew it. She saw everything that you were and she convinced me to go for it before someone else whisked you away. Thanks to her, you’re mine.” Y/N leaned up to kiss him again, softly, tenderly.

“Thanks to her, you’re mine,” Jensen corrected quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so insecure,” he chuckled, brushing her cheek with his fingers lovingly.

“I shouldn’t have said that as a joke, I’m sorry too.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it softly, “let's get out of here.” He kissed her forehead and nodded in agreement, letting her lead all the way downstairs to greet her mother and say goodbye to their children.

“Dean and Wanda?” Misha asked, taking a large sip of his beer. “What a strange couple, but the two of them are crazy about family so…” he smiled broadly, hugging them both. Y/N laughed, squeezing Misha’s side as Jensen patted his back.

“And you’re.. the Mandalorian, but without your helmet on…” Jensen chuckled, pulling away first to ruffle Misha’s already messy hair.

“How else am I supposed to drink beer and eat candy?” He shouted over the music, then dragged the two of them inside to allow people an easier way in. Misha led them into the kitchen, talking about how he’d somehow lost his Grogu toy somewhere in Jared’s house. “Anyway, go crazy you two.. but not as crazy as the people you’re dressed up as,” Misha teased, patting them both on their heads before making his way somewhere else to have fun.

“Well..” Jensen chuckled as he watched Misha leave.

“I love him,” she said happily, then started to put together Jensen’s drink.

“Same,” Jensen smiled, watching her with a loving look. “So… about what you were saying earlier… about me dressing up as Dean? Did you mean that?” He asked, leaning against the counter, attempting to be completely cool about his question, trying not to give away that it's something he’d considered for a while: role playing as Dean during sex.

“Yes?” She confirmed hesitantly, handing him the Old Fashion she’d prepared then started to make her own drink. “Why? Got something naughty in mind?” She asked, glancing up at him every now and then, seeing the blush on his face either from the heat of the house filled with mostly strangers or from whatever was going on in his mind.

“Always,” he grinned bravely, taking a large gulp of the whiskey for his sudden bashfulness. She raised a brow at him, her interest piqued, placing a few gummy worms into her already sweet drink.

“You gonna tell me or show me?” She asked, stepping forward as he took another sip. He choked on it a little, glanced around for anybody who could be watching or listening. At that time, she took a gummy worm and dangled it in front of him playfully. He obediently opened his mouth and let her push the gummy worm inside, the sweet and sour taste making him hum softly in satisfaction.

“Well, I-I was just gonna make a suggestion,” he stuttered, his mouth slightly full with the chewed up candy. He swallowed quickly when she licked her fingers lasciviously, just as he reached behind her to steal a bag of gummy bears.

“I think…” she murmured, hooking her fingers onto his belt loops and tugging him forward. “I think you should honour your costume and show me. Here.” He blinked down at her, his eyes wide and completely astounded at her bold words.

“Shit,” he muttered, his face a bright red colour. “Are you ovulating?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, the spell of wantonness suddenly broken. She took the bag of gummy worms she opened and started to walk away from him, carefully weaving through the dancing and sweaty bodies with her drink.

He downed the rest of the whiskey, knowing he’d definitely need it if she was going to keep it up with the hot flirting. He carefully dumped his cup into the sink then tried to follow her, only to lose her in the literal sea of bodies, salty and heavy. He easily found Jared even in his Green Arrow costume, standing high above most of the people. He was dancing and laughing with Gen, who was dressed as Wonder Woman, the two of them were talking to someone Jensen didn’t know.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Jensen said politely, turning to Jared. The man was kind and smiled at Jensen, standing off to the side to let Jensen have a quick chat with Jared and Gen. “Have you guys seen Y/N? I sorta lost her. Great costumes by the way,” Jensen rushed out, anxiously trying to get them to respond.

“Hey, Jensen!” Jared’s voice boomed, pulling him into a tight hug, drawing a wheeze from Jensen, which made Genevieve smack him. Jared pulled away and pouted at her, rubbing his arm dramatically but then became serious to focus on Jensen’s question.

“Yeah, she went upstairs with Misha, said it was a bit loud for her,” Gen replied, then made a little ‘oomph’ sound when Jensen hugged her quickly and said a quick thanks to them. Jared and Genevieve looked at each other curiously then got distracted by that same man who joined back in to continue their conversation.

Jensen knew that wasn’t actually the case, but he went upstairs anyway. Couples were kissing loudly and groping each other along the staircase, but upstairs must have been off limits because there was basically no one, just Misha waiting outside one of the doors while holding Y/N’s drink.

“Jensen! She’s using the restroom. Also, this is really sweet,” Misha laughed, handing Jensen the drink so he could try it. Jensen smiled and took the glass, lovingly looking at the colourful drink and the sugar rimmed edge, gummy worms swimming around inside. He shook his head as he thought of Y/N and tried the drink, which set his senses alight, his mouth overwhelmed by the sweetness and the barley-there flavour of vodka.

“Fuck, that’s…” Jensen licked his lips and Misha laughed, stepping aside when Y/N stepped out of the restroom. “Hey, honey. You okay?” She smiled and nodded at them, about to take her drink back, but Jensen pulled it back. She frowned, about to argue, but then he handed it to Misha. “Get rid of it, it’s just gonna give her a headache.” It was the truth, but he’d mostly tasked Misha with it so he could be alone with Y/N.

“Hey!” She whined, trying to walk past Jensen, which only excited Misha. Jensen wrapped his arms around her, stopping her from chasing their beloved friend, holding her close so she instantly started to melt into him.

“No, he’s right,” Misha chuckled, making a break for it. “You eat too much candy and you always get headaches!” Misha had already made it downstairs and he’d definitely be dumping that drink for the monstrosity that it was.

“Were you making me flustered on purpose?” He asked, getting straight to the point. She moved her face from where it was lazily pressed against his arm and gazed up at him, once again, still somehow being able to portray innocence with the dark eyeshadow around her eyes. “Why?”

She huffed softly, a little grin on her face, “because you’re not like Dean when it comes to sex and I think it’s funny to tease you.” She kissed him softly, quickly with her sticky lips, not giving him a chance to kiss her back properly. He just licked his lip from the sugar her lips smeared onto his.

“You think I’m… boring?” He asked, sounding a little confused. He wondered if maybe this was her way of telling him things were a little too vanilla and she needed more, more excitement, more spice, more than he could offer.

“No! God, no, Jay! Why does your mind always go there?” She wondered, holding his face. He grabbed her wrists, pushing her gently into the wall with his body.

“I love you…” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “I just want to make you happy.” He moved her hands away from his face and pinned them together holding them both above her head in one hand.

“I love you.. and you always make me happy,” she replied softly. Her eyes widened slightly when he started to tug her leather pants down her legs. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she blurted out, biting her lip with a blush heating up her face. He stopped for a moment, a smirk growing on his lips before he continued pulling them down.

“If I touch you in this hallway…” he whispered, kissing her lips swiftly. “Will I be more like Dean?” He stared into her eyes, saw her surprise and the thrill that made her chest rise and fall faster. His eyes flickered down between her legs, where she was indeed lacking underwear, and he let the pants hang low around her thighs.

“I want you. Not Dean,” she mumbled with a little pout, spreading her legs impatiently when he slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He squeezed her thigh, chuckling against her mouth when he leaned in to kiss her, gently pushing his teeth into her pillowy lip.

“But you also want Dean, you said so. I can give you that, it sounds hot.” He tapped the apex of her thigh teasingly, his dick getting harder with the way she squirmed against the wall. The walls vibrated from the loud music, the pictures and paintings on the wall shaking to the bass of the music. “So.. Do you want Dean, just for tonight? Then, we can see if we should do it more often…”

“Jensen, please,” she pleaded, twisting her hands impatiently, half-heartedly trying to get out of his grip.

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, quickly swiping two fingers through her wet folds. “It’s Dean, sweetheart.” His voice dropped slightly and his accent suddenly went away. She stared up at him, flustered and hot.

“D-Dean?” She stuttered shyly, grinding down on his fingers.

“Just.. a little more confident,” he smirked, moving his fingers to circle her clit torturously. She gasped, letting her head fall back against the wall with a quiet thud. The leather tightened around her thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs and she whined.

“Please,” she begged again, jutting her hips out so he’d stop teasing her.

“Not until you say my name, baby,” he murmured, then tapped her clit with his fingers a few times. She groaned in annoyance, her toes curling inside the boots she wore, her newly-dyed copper hair sticking to her face, from sweat that built up among the dancing people and now with Jensen’s teasing.

He pulled his hand away, but she didn’t stop squirming. Her eyes fluttered shut, thinking he’d stop teasing her by touching her and instead tease her by not touching her, but she gasped when he slapped her pussy. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him in surprise, a smug smile on his pink face.

She liked it and he knew it.

“Be a good girl and beg for it,” he mumbled, his voice deep and vibrating. When he rubbed his fingers against her heat, she knew it was just to prepare her for another slap. And as she’d expected, when she took too long to respond, he slapped her wet cunt again. The rough slap sent jolts of pleasure through her clit, causing her to moan.

“Please… Dean,” she whispered.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he praised mockingly, bringing two fingers to her entrance, “was it?” He slowly pushed them into her, but his lip to stop a moan when he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.

“No.. Dean,” she panted, lowering her hips to sink down his fingers faster. He laughed quietly at her eagerness and started to pump his fingers in and out of her, her slick already coating most of his fist.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He sounded breathless, his fingers tightened around her wrists and he plunged his fingers into her faster, flattening his palm onto her clit so it would grind onto it every time his fingers were buried deep inside her. His fingers curled against her walls, brushing over and over against the spongy surface inside that made her legs shake. A loud moan tore from her throat and he pressed his hips against her to grind his cock against her. “Who made you this wet, huh, sweetheart?”

“You…” she moaned, whining when he bit her jawline. “You, Dean,” she cried softly. He kissed her jaw lovingly and found her lips again to silence her moans as best as he could, even if no one could hear them over the loud music downstairs.

“Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” He teased, his warm breath fanning over her face. She bit her lip and nodded, her pussy tightening around his fingers. “You’re gonna moan my name when you cum,” he ordered, his nose tracing down the side of her face, nuzzling her neck to suck gently at her pulse point. “Say yes,” he murmured, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

“Yes, Dean,” she panted, shuddering when his warm breath made her sweat feel cool. He pulled away when he noticed her becoming tense, stared at her face and watched her eyes flutter open on cue.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, admiring the way her swollen lips parted to moan—squeal—‘Dean’, her brows furrowed in pleasure as her orgasm moved through her body. Her eyes were pretty and wide, glossed over with a haze of lust and whiny unshed tears.

He let go of her wrists but she only wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and brought him down for a passionate kiss that made him breathless. Behind his eyelids, he could still see that beautiful look on her face and he ground his hips against her thigh, wrapping his arm around her with his fingers now slowly moving in and out of her, gently palming her clit as her walls fluttered around his fingers.

When she came down from her orgasm, he gently continued to palm her clit, in a comforting manner now. He dropped kisses over her face and moved her hair out of her face lovingly, before withdrawing both from her cunt and from her body to admire her postorgasmic glow.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to watch her lift her pants up her weak and shaky legs. “I’m not done with you yet, angel,” he reminded her with a little chuckle, looking down at his cum covered fingers, he rubbed them together curiously.

“We both know Dean is a sub,” she grabbed him by his flannel and pulled him into the closest room. He smirked at her words and let her lead as she shut the door and locked it blindly, focused on the searing kiss she distracted him with. With one hand he grabbed her waist and with the other he started to undo his belt eagerly.

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Nobody Else

Chapter 1

Pairing: Chase Collins x reader

Summary: After years apart, your best friend comes back into your life and you two pick up like no time has passed. Still close as ever. Perhaps a little too close. You're not worried though, you trust him completely, and you know you're the only one who he cares about. Maybe a little too much.

Word count: 4081

Warnings: Non-con, murder, codependency, obsession, gaslighting, manipulation, abuse of powers, child abuse (mentioned), virginity loss, possessiveness, panic disorder, childhood friends, social anxiety, best friends, angst, comfort, abuse of magic, loss of parent(s)

minors dni, 18+, you know the deal

Notes: ok we are setting the mood. Let me know if you enjoyed it💕

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You let your hands brush over the soft grass. It's soothing. It's something you do to calm you down. You always have. Ever since your old friend showed you to, when you were upset and couldn't focus on anything but your panic festering inside of you.

Back then your worries consisted of cleaning your room correctly, or not making your teachers angry. Or if your father would come home angry or drunk.

Right now you had other worries. You had never really fitted in here. The old town of Ipswich was, well, old. Old houses, old schools and old traditions you hadn’t grown up with. The people eyed you wearily when you and your mother had moved in.

‘Where's the father?’ they would whisper. ‘Where do they come from?’

Once they learned he was dead, they mellowed. Oh course, your mother didn't want to stay in the place that held so much grief, they said. Poor child, growing up without a father. They didn't know you were relieved he had died. How the cuts and bruises healed on your and your mother's skin. How the mind eased and wasn't alert every moment of the day.

But never completely settled.

You adapted slowly. The house was cozy and you and your mother kept the garden neat. And the town was interesting. In its history, that is. Because everyday life was repetitive. You went to school, your mother started tutoring as a job. You did your homework and shared cooking and cleaning duties with your mom. You tried making friends, but it was like those kids sensed your insecurities, and kept at a distance. There wasn't an outright display of picking on you - maybe it was the knowledge you'd lost a parent that prevented it - but you weren't invited in either.

It was okay when you were young. Preferring to hide in your books and your jigsaw puzzles. But now, as you grew older, it became lonely. And it was less easier to hide it too.

You hadn't just grown in age, but in looks as well and some boys around you started to notice. So it was that one day, after class, one of them approached you when you exited school.

You didn't notice him straight away, too lost in thought about your history assignment due the next week, so when a body appeared in your path, you stopped walking, startled out of your musings.

“Hey y/n,” he started, and you owlishly glanced up.

“Hi..,” you mumbled, a bit confused why he talked to you. He was one of the popular ones.

“So, we have a little party Saturday, and I was wondering if you wanted to come hang out.”

“Hang out.” What was that supposed to mean? “Oh, I'm-,” you struggled with a reply. “I'm not sure…”

“Oh come on. I've never seen you at any parties. You're allowed, right? What are you, about 21 now? Don't need any permission from your parents anymore.”

“No, that's not it.” You were quick to say. Honestly, you didn't know what your mom would think about it. She'd be glad you started making friends. But a boy… You thought she might be a little worried.

“So you'll come then?” he pushed further.

“I don't know,” you hesitated. You wouldn't know anyone there. Not personally anyway.

“Come on, it'll be fun. I can come pick you up if you want?”

“No!” You were quick to shoot that down. You weren't stupid. If you did, you'd be dependent on him. You couldn't just leave if you wanted. No, if you went, you wanted to get there by yourself. Maybe you could borrow your mom's car. If you could convince her.

“I'd rather get there myself.” you'd told him. Then, when you saw his satisfied smile, you realized it seemed like an acceptance. And why not? It was true. You'd never been to a party. And you were an adult.

“Ok.” you tried not to sigh. “Where is it, and how late?”

He wrote down the information in your notebook so you wouldn't forget. You were probably the only person to not know the spot. You walked home, head full of thoughts. What were you going to wear? And what were you even going to do once you were there? But first, convince your mother to let you borrow her car.

She was home much later than you, and by the time she arrived, you had already done most of your homework, and got dinner ready. Giving you a kiss, she gratefully sat down at the diner table.

“I swear, that Pogue boy is getting dumber by the day. I'm running out of ways to try and teach him, because he's just not getting it,” she grumbled, while plating a big portion of food. She probably forgot to eat lunch again.

“Mom, you can't say that…” you scolded.

“Why not? His parents are paying me a small fortune and only because they realize he needs all the time and effort I can put into him.”

You shrugged. You felt sorry for him, you know what it was like struggling keeping your grades up. You had for years too. Maybe Pogue had difficult parents as well?

“I made banana pie for dessert,” you tried to distract her.

“Oh lovely, I'm going to eat a quarter of that,” she joked.

During dessert you pondered how to bring up the party, but decided to jump straight to it.

“Mom? I was invited to a party today.”

“Oh?”

You nodded, focusing on your sugary goodness. “I was thinking of going. It might introduce me to some people.”

She was staring at you silently, you could feel it.

"Where is it?”

“Nearby the woods, I think. I was thinking I could borrow your car so I could leave if I don't like it, and I won't have to wait for anyone.”

She pursed her lips. “You can. Are you going to be careful?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, of course. I just thought it would be good, you know? Be around people, see if anyone could…” you shrugged, be my friend, you had wanted to say.

She seemed to understand, because her expression softened. “Yes, of course sweetie. I'll make sure the tank is filled up.”

“Thanks mom,” you happily said, taking a big bite of the pie in front of you, while you saw your mother pulling the pie dish towards herself to scoop up another portion, winking at you cheekily.

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By the time the party, or bonfire as the school buzzed about, arrived, you were a nervous wreck.

“You look fine,” your mother assured you.

You checked your appearance in the mirror again. “Are you sure? What if I stand out? Some of the girls kind of dress…more…well more.” You waved your hands around nervously.

“Everyone has a different dress style,” your mother said. “Why compare yourself?”

“Because I don't want them to make fun of me.”

“If they do, just go home,” she told you.

But you knew she was worried about you too. You'd never shown a need to hang around other people. Not that she knew about, anyway. You didn't always let her know everything you felt inside, even if you were close, you didn't want her to worry about you. You just didn't want to be alone your whole life.

You sighed. “Okay, it isn't going to be better than this.” And maybe this thing wasn't going to be something you enjoyed anyway. And if there was a new party after this, you could always dress up more. Maybe go shopping for it.

There had been this cute dress in one of the shop windows that you thought might suit you. Maybe it was fine to take a risk once in a while? By the time you arrived, the party had already started. It was a lot more crowded than you expected. For a moment you sat frozen in your car.

A weird feeling came over you, but you shook it off. You often had that feeling coming over you throughout the years. A weird pressure that wasn't painful per se, but not pleasant either.

It made you alert.

You figured it was your mind playing games with you because of past trauma. It wasn't weird being on edge sometimes. And right now, you were going to face what seemed to be half of the school, and were going to socialize. Willingly.

You took a deep breath and opened the car door.

There you go, another step in the right direction. You had barely entered the inner area, when Aaron popped up next to you, so sudden, he startled you.

“You came? Good. Here.” He shoved a cup in your hand with an unknown liquid. “I'll go get another.” He eyed you, very unsubtly. “You look nice,” he complimented you.

You touched your hair nervously. “Eh, yeah thanks. This is…” you gestured to the surroundings.”...Nice.”

“Yeah it's awesome. We've been coming here for years. We can basically do what we want.”

That sounded not as good as he meant it, probably. “Okay.”

“You're not going to drink?” He asked, eyeing your cup.

You looked at it. “Oh, I'm not thirsty yet.”

He thought you were weird, you were sure you saw that in his expressions. “Okay, well, if you don't want it…” he ripped it out of your hands and chucked it down unceremoniously. “Just tell me if you need anything.”

“Okay, yeah, sure,” you nodded. The fire, the loud music, all the people talking, it was a little much. And that weird prickling sensation, keeping you anxious… You hoped you weren’t going to have a panic attack right here.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to some people.” Aaron practically shoved you forward. you didn’t know if you liked him. And his friends weren’t much different than him. Now you talked to them, they were exactly how you thought they were, loud, rude and kind of mean.

After a few minutes you excused yourself, pretending you saw someone you wanted to greet. A lie you allowed yourself in these desperate times. You just made sure to go somewhere Aaron and his buddies wouldn’t easily spot you.

You needed to breathe, and all those strangers felt like they were invading your space, bumping into you, yelling next to you, and once in a while the occasional unwanted touch. You walked nearer the trees. Leaning against one of them, you closed your eyes and breathed steadily.

There had been the sight of Sarah somewhere, you sometimes partnered up with her in biology. She’d been nice. Maybe, once you had some quiet, you could try and talk to her? Maybe she wouldn’t mind? Maybe she’d be nice and wanted to talk to you and this party wouldn’t be a disaster. You’d be a normal person, doing normal things.

“Y/n?” a voice startled you.

Your eyes flew open. In front of you stood another young man. Pouty lips, brown hair and blue eyes. He looked familiar, but for a moment you couldn’t place it, you simply hadn’t expected to run into someone you knew.

Your eyes just looked at him, while his bored into yours.

“Chase?” your voice sounded thin, a little unsure.

A grin appeared around his mouth. “For a second I believed you wouldn't remember me.”

“How could I not?”

What a foolish thing to say, not remembering him? The only person who had been kind to you when you were young. Who had helped you when you were afraid. Who soothed you when you were in pain and upset. Who played with you. Taught you.

“It’s been a while,” he replied.

“Yes,” you simply said. It had, about 10 years.You were so young then. He still had a bit of baby fat in his face, but he had definitely grown up. He would be considered attractive now, you assumed. Not that he’d ever been ugly in your eyes. He had been your best friend. To you he had been the greatest person alive then.

“I tried looking for you, but it seemed you disappeared out of nowhere.”

“I- yeah…” you boke the eye contact to look in the distance. “Mom wanted a fresh start. Changed our last names. Changed towns.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, I figured. So did I, Changed my towns, I mean. It’s easier, you know. I don’t want to be reminded of mom and dad all the time,” He mumbled sadly.

You frowned, confused. When he noticed, he was quick to explain. “They died, car crash. Everyone died instantly, but me.”

You gasped, and before you knew it, you laid a hand on his arm. “Chase…I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, well,” he acted nonchalantly.”Guess we’re both orphans now.”

“Well, no, my mom,” you awkwardly replied.

“Oh, yeah, right, your mom,” he said, but there was a weird tone in his voice. You expected it might be grief.

He stepped closer to you. You didn’t mind, it sheltered you even more from the noisy crowd. 

“How have you been?” he murmured, his eyes on you once again, staring into yours like he was trying to get the information through them.

You sniffed dismissively. “Been the same.”

“Yeah?” he spoke softly.

“Still the same loser.”

“Don’t say that,” he suddenly sounded firm, “You’re not. You never were.”

“Could ask anyone around that old town of oursl and they would agree.”

“Well, they’re fools,” he bit.

You shrugged, and looked away again. “How have you been?”

"Missing you.”

You felt yourself warming. He’d always been so blunt. Maybe that was the reason why you two had been friends. He always felt genuine to you. No need to wonder what he thought, if he only hung out with you out of pity. Chase didn’t do pity.

There had been this honesty between you, this openness. He had been your safe haven 

“What else?”

“Saw my dad. My real one. Gave me a shit ton of money, before he died.”

Your mouth pursed in exeterated appreciation. “Just in time to buy that fancy car you always wanted.”

He grinned “I did.”

You snorted. “Really? Show off.”

“You know me. I like showing off.”

“Still, I’m sorry about him dying too.”

“I’m not. He was a bastard. Only thing he could do for me. To give me what I’m owed.”

You knew it was his hurt talking. Ever since he found out he was adopted, he struggled with being unwanted. It was something you had been struggling with after you moved. There hadn’t been time to say goodbye. Just a note left at the neighbors to give to him. To explain.

It must’ve hurt him.

“I’m sorry I left,” you blurted, changing the conversation “I had no choice. If I had known we were going to leave, I would’ve told you sooner. I would’ve said goodbye."

His face darkened, but it could’ve been the flickering of the fire. 

“You had no choice,” he told you.

You shook your head slightly. “I don’t even think mom had made up her mind until the last minute. She just couldn’t stay there.”

His hand came up to push a piece of your hair back. “It wasn’t your fault.”

You were relieved he didn’t blame you. “So, now you’re rich, you must hang out with all the rich kids.” You tried to lighten the mood.

“Oh yeah, we all speed our cars on the highway and buy designer clothes every day.”

“Wear it once, throw it out?” you joked.

“What, you don't think I look good?” he pulled back so you could check him out.

You smiled. “You always look good.” Of course he did. How could the face of your best friend ever look bad?

He smirked and leaned in. “You look…” but he didn’t get to finish the sentence, because there was some yelling nearby and you pulled away to check out what the commotion was.

“Shit, they’re fighting!” you told Chase after peeking around the tree.

“Let ‘em,” Chase said, near your ear, but you were distracted.

“Should we do something?”

He sighed, and pushed himself away from you. “Or…we could leave and catch up.”

You bit your lip. It hadn’t been that long since you arrived, and you had planned to make some friends…on the other hand, you had Chase. Why did you need any friends, when you had him?

“Okay,” you nodded without too much trouble. “We could go get some ice cream.”

“Ice cream?” his eyebrow raised up comically.

“Yeah, like we used to?” you were a little giddy now. It felt like suddenly all the memories you’d had came to the surface and you basked in the feeling that reliving them gave you. “When I was sad, you took me for icecreams.”

“Well, are you sad now?” he questioned.

“No, of course not. But it will be nice to do something we used to do. Together.”

He eyed you and sighed. “Alright, how did you get here? With someone else? ‘Cause I’ve got my car.”

“No, I came alone. Just follow my car, alright?”

He nodded and you split up to get into your car, and waited until he had caught up to you. The whole trip back into the center of the town, where the shops were, you glanced into the rear mirror to check if he was really there behind you. It felt unbelievable he was here after all these years.

You finally pulled up in front of the tiny store. The owner always closed late, knowing there were hungry teenagers that wanted a snack in the evening and even at night. It was good for business after all. It took no time to walk up to the counter. You picked your favorites, while Chase bought one scoop of caramel.

“Still haven’t changed, sweet tooth” he pulled on your hair playfully.

“Says you, caramel is pretty sweet!” you accused.

“Not as sweet as you,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Hey, by the way, how long have you been in town? I haven’t seen you before. Or have you only just arrived?” you asked, while bringing your spoon up to your mouth.

“Only recently, a few days.” he told you as he watched your motions like they were fascinating. You closed your eyes for a moment and moaned softly. 

“Gosh, this is amazing. Come on, taste,” you scooped some on the plastic spoon and held it in front of him. He immediately opened his mouth for a taste.

“Yeah, it’s good,” he agreed after swallowing.

“You want more?”

“Always.”

-

After that evening, things seemed to move up for you. Chase was back, you two were friends again and you weren’t alone anymore. Your headaches that appeared sometimes, hadn’t yet. The anxiety you experienced, laying dormant because Chase was near. His presence making you feel secure. Safe. Looked after.

Your mother had been slightly nervous with the thought of something from the past coming back, but at the same time being glad for you that you had your friend back. She remembered how he had been your confident, a safe haven.

Chase on his side seemed a bit chillier, though he tried to hide it, which you blamed on his hurt from you suddenly leaving. You were sure things would settle.

You spent every evening with him now. It hadn’t been a conscious decision, you just naturally fell into the pattern. He picked you up from home to go to school together, and he brought you back. You had lunch together and often he came by in the evening, or asked you to go somewhere. 

Chase made other friends easily and you understood. He was charming and smart. You noticed girls came flocking to him. Even Pogue’s girlfriend seemed enthralled with him.  You could not blame any of them. You, too, thought he was amazing. Difference was that you were strictly friends.

Sometimes you had lunch with him and his new friends. You opened up a bit, since they were nice and Chase was around to step in if he thought things were getting too much for you. 

One thing you weren't as comfortable about was Aaron, who hadn't given up on hanging out with you. After you disappeared without saying goodbye, he hadn't gotten the hint you weren't interested in becoming closer. He kept talking to you, and often tried to start a conversation when he found you alone to get you to agree to go to a party together. You said no. And made a bunch of excuses that you were busy, but he had not yet given up hope. 

“So, what's going on with you and Chase?” Sarah asked you one day when you were working on a project in the hall together. 

“What do you mean?” You answered, confused. 

“You know…” she pushed you playfully. “You two are very close.”

You were relieved. “Yes we are. We've been friends since we were young. I think since we were 6 or 7?”

“And nothing's ever happened?” She eyed you carefully. 

“No, what could happen?” You asked genuinely. 

“Oh, no, yeah okay. I just thought you two might have something going on, “ she backtracked. “But if you don't, I know Kate is very interested, so if you don't mind it…”

“Mind what?”

“Her, dating him. I honestly think she's ready to jump him,” she giggled.

“Oh,” you froze. “Isn't she with Pogue?”

“Nah, she broke up with him last week.”

That was fast. But what did you know? You never dated. “Oh,” you said again. 

“You sure you don't mind?” she asked softly again, watching you carefully. 

“I guess not, no?” You weren't sure if you sounded sure. Honestly, it would be weird to share him. You only just got him back. But you couldn't be selfish. If Kate liked him and he liked her…it was none of your business.

“Alright, I'll tell her.”

You were quiet afterwards, and hoped you covered it up well by pretending to be busy. You were a bit worried though, what if Chase forgot all about you? That nagging headache was back again suddenly, and all you wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. You felt exhausted.

You ran into Chase before you went home. He looked a little coolly at you, but he had his moods sometimes.

“Chase?” You suddenly said in the middle of the conversation. “Do you like Kate?”

His face almost didn't seem like the one you were used to, when he looked at you for a moment, like he was thinking.

“Hmm, well, she is hot.”

Well obviously, you had eyes too. “But you do like her?”

“Hmm maybe? I don't know.”

You giggled nervously. “How can you not know?”

“Maybe I need to check if I do.”

He was being weird, but you didn't understand why. “Check how?”

“Well maybe I should jump into bed with her and see if we're compatible.”

You paled with his crude words. “What? Chase, that's not…that's not very nice.”

He laughed. It sounded humorless. “Aw what's the matter, your innocent heart can't take it?” He calmed down, and suddenly sounded patronizing. “You’re not a virgin still, are you?”

You didn't know what to say. Suddenly you didn't want him to know the answer. 

“You are? Aren't you?” He cheered. “Well,” he said as he leaned down so his face was right in front of yours. “Some advice sweetheart, guys aren't too fond of virgins. At your age it looks a little…pathetic.”

It felt like he had slapped you in the face. You bit your lip trying not to cry, but you might have been doing a poor job. 

“I …” your voice croaked. ‘I gotta go. I've got a headache.”

“Oh, I know you do, “ he laughed softly. 

You looked up at him in confusion. 

“Take a nap. I'll see you tomorrow.”

-

You didn't sleep well that night at all. You just kept thinking of his cold eyes, and the way he spoke to you. You knew Chase could sometimes be a little uncaring to others, but never to you before. It hurt. 

It didn't get better when you arrived at school and saw him sitting next to Kate. Arm wrapped around her shoulder. His eyes connected with yours and then he leaned down to kiss her. You didn't get it. He seemed to smirk at you like he enjoyed upsetting you, but you didn't understand what you did wrong.

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Nightingale Chapter Ten - The Brand New Day

Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.

That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex

Chapter Ten: The Brand New Day

Word Count: 3117

Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.

This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!

Additional Notes: The response to this story has been beyond my expectations! You guys have been the best! Thank you for continuing to read my work and encourage me, its kept my eye on the prize :)

Additional Warnings: I would be remiss if I didn’t say right upfront that this chapter has all kinds of sexy pay off in it. Seriously, its all there so if that’s not your bag or if you are not of age, steer clear. No hard feelings.

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It took exactly twenty-seven minutes to get from your front door to Jensen’s and you were grateful for every second as you poured over recent events. You’d spent the past few weeks desperately trying to figure out who you were. Devoted every waking hour to chasing the ghost of your past self only to have it slip through your fingers like smoke. Now you knew why. You’d gone about it all wrong, put your focus in the wrong place. You’d been so distracted by what was missing that you were blind to gift the universe had dropped right in your lap.

Maybe that was why you seemed so unhappy in your old life. Maybe that was why the prospect of getting your dream job sent you into a panic. Maybe you had a habit of failing to recognize the good things that were right in front of you. Regardless of the reason, Jensen was right, the choice was yours. If you were brave enough to make it.

Something was released in that moment, and you felt free. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that you hated your apartment or that you couldn’t remember your high school graduation. All of this worry over your past had nearly robbed you of the possibility of a future. You’d kept yourself in limbo, unable to go back and unwilling to move forward.

You were through waiting, through worrying. You chose Jensen and with every passing moment you felt stronger. So confident that you were nearly drunk with it. By the time Jensen unlocked the door, you were ready to take on the world.

He watched you shrug out of your jacket and hang it up in the entry closet, then followed suit. He wasn’t sure what to do now. He knew what he wanted to do; he’d known what he wanted to do for weeks now. He wanted you in every way there was to want another person. Now that he knew you felt the same way, he was nervous. He felt like a teenager, even his palms were sweaty. It was ridiculous!

“Big day, huh?”

“Great day.”

“Yeah?” he asked, eyeing you.

You lit up in a smile, “Yeah.”

Jensen smiled back softly, searching your blue eyes for any hint of regret. “Are you sure?”

You felt weight of all those unasked questions just under the surface of his simple query. He was always worried about you, always taking care of you. That was just part of who he was, but this was different. He was as keenly aware of the change as you were and always the gentleman, he wanted to make sure you were good with it.

This was the dance, the prelude. The nervousness that came hand in hand with risk. This was good, old fashioned, do you like me check-one-for-yes-two-for-no.

Who would have guessed that Jensen Ackles, who had millions of fans weak in the knees with no more than a wave and a smile, would be nervous?

God, he’s adorable!

“I’ve spent so much time being unsure about everything from my name to the day of the week that I’ve been absolutely paralyzed. And I’ve been blind, and I’ve been stupid. I’ve wasted all of this time chasing my past thinking that it would give me answers and magically fix everything. Instead, I found that I was paralyzed there too.”

You reached up and cupped his face in your hands, riding the sudden wave of boldness. “I don’t care if I ever remember another thing about my past. I love you and I’m not going to let another moment pass me by without saying it. I’m not going to let you spend another second of your life wondering how I feel. I don’t want to waste any more time. Do you?”

The words were hardly out of your mouth before he kissed you. The pure heat and passion of it lit a fire deep in your belly. It was one of those kisses that short circuited your brain and switched your thoughts off, leaving only your instincts to respond. You clung to Jensen’s solid shoulders for balance while he kissed you senseless. He was expertly maneuvering that tongue of his in ways that were utterly distracting and promising of things to come. You didn’t realize you’d forgotten how to breathe until your lungs started to burn right as he pulled back.

He grinned, that Winchester-esque grin at your slightly dazed expression. His thumb ran over your glistening bottom lip that was swollen from his attentions. “I love you too.”

Your heart soared and another feeling of rightness clicked into place. You couldn’t help but repeat Jensen’s earlier words back to him, “Are you sure?”

Jensen could be incredibly quick, if properly motivated. In a one swift motion, he swept you off your feet. His hands scooped you up right under your backside, causing you to yelp in delight! You wrapped your legs around his waist as he ran with you to the bedroom, playfully growling into your ear.

You laughed out loud as he dropped you onto the bed, making your bounce slightly. In another impressively fast move, he was hovering over you. His biceps straining in his shirt sleeves as he held himself above you. His intense gaze stoking the flames.

He traced a single finger down your cheek in a touch that was so tender it had your breath catching all over again. “I’m sure.”

Time was all about perspective really. It truly only existed because humans decided to mark its passing. On the floor of your closet, you felt the weight of it. It was a precious commodity that you’d wasted on useless endeavors. Here, in Jensen’s bed it seemed to disappear altogether. Either that or the man had an endless supply because he seemed to be in no rush.

He savored you, inch by tantalizing inch. With anyone else, it would have made you wonder if they felt the same desire you did. But with him, there was no lack of heat. It was as if he were experiencing the sensation of touch for the very first time and testing it on you.

Those hands of his!

Those clever, talented hands that were always so warm traveled over your body. They found secret places that worked like a series of tumblers. Every time he tripped one, your pulse would pick up pace and he was that much closer to unlocking something that was quickly building inside you.

All of that, and you were both still fully clothed.

Jensen was still exploring that ultra-sensitive spot just behind your ear when you began tugging on his shirt in earnest. Your slim fingers found the bottom hem and worked it up while you pressed hot kisses along his jawline, finally capturing his bottom lip and sucking hard.

The shift was immediate, and he groaned in appreciation. In one of those simple moves of his that you found so sexy, he pulled at the back of his t-shirt and worked it up over his head. Your eyes traveled over the solid wall of his chest and the broad muscles of his shoulders. Those delectable freckles were scattered across his collarbones and down the tanned lines of his abdominal muscles.

If God truly made people for one another, Jensen must have been made for you because there wasn’t a single part of him that didn’t appeal.

Your hands wandered up those impressive biceps and he grinned. “Better?”

“Mmm hmm,” you nodded.

He brushed his lips over yours then cocked an eyebrow as he traveled down to kneel at your feet. His hands slid down your body and stopped at the suede, knee-high boots you wore over your leggings. First the left, then the right. The intimate action of sliding the down the long zipper that rested against your calf was far more erotic than it should have been. It was Jensen, everything he did was just so sexy!

When he finally ridded you of your boots and jeans, he simply stared. The line of you was gorgeous! Graceful. Long and silky smooth. Your hips gently flared out and your simple black panties rode high over the curve.

“I’ve been dreaming about these legs.” He ran a hand up the back of your leg and hitched at your knee. “God, they’re gorgeous… just go on for miles.”

“Meters,” you said, struggling to concentrate as he continued to explore.

“Meters?”

“Canada,” you managed to breathe out just as his lips found the inside of your thigh. “It’s meters in… Oh God!”

Jensen gently trailed hot kisses up the satiny skin of your inner thigh, making note of how the sleek muscles there flexed slightly at his touch. “They’re miles to me, Sweetheart.”

He found your center and sucked you right through the already damp fabric. You would have arched right off the bed if he hadn’t been holding your hips firm. Every one of your nerves fired, lighting across your body like and electrical storm. You couldn’t keep track of exactly what he was doing, your mind was overwhelmed by the sensations he was coaxing out of you. At some point you realized your underwear were gone and there was nothing to prevent him from having complete access to you.

He watched the play of emotions on your face as he slipped a single, thick finger deep inside of you. Then another. He explored deeper, mapping you from the inside out. Finding more of those elusive tumblers and tipping them over. Watching you come apart in his hands was the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Your breasts strained against your sweater as you got closer to that edge. Those incredible legs of yours came up around his neck and your head fell back on a moan of his name. The last tumbler fell, and you followed right behind it.

You were still floating when he was over you again. He was kissing you again, his hands caressing you through the fine cashmere. His thumb grazed your nipple and you gasped into his kiss. Again and again, over and over as the heat in your core started to build. In a miraculous twist, your thoughts came back just enough for you to gain a tiny bit of control. You wrapped one of those legs he liked so much around his hips and maneuvered him so that he was flat on his back.

You straddled his pelvis, enjoying the feeling of him already hard and straining against his jeans. He looked up at you in wonder as you drew your shirt over your head and tossed it to the ground, leaving you in a silk bra and a grin.

His hands came up your sides to span your ribcage. You shook your hair so that it fell over your shoulders and cascaded over him when you leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss over his thundering heart. When his hazy green eyes, found your blue ones, you winked. He was at your mercy as you trailed kisses down his chest and stomach. You stopped just above his waistband, your fingers made quick work of the belt buckle and when you tugged the jeans down his legs, his briefs came down too.

Jensen certainly didn’t disappoint. Built didn’t quite capture it. Narrow hips, well-muscled thighs, and a rock-hard length.

God, he’s so sexy!

You didn’t realize you’d said that aloud until his rough voice reached your ears, “I’ve got nothing on you, Sweetheart.”

When you touched him, his eyes shuttered, and his breath came out in a telling hiss. You closed your hand around him and stroked, earning a groan of appreciation with each pass. Velvet over steel.

“Christ, Y/N… you gotta stop, or this’ll be over before it even gets started.”

“We haven’t started yet?” you teased, reaching behind your back to undo your bra clasp.

He cupped both your breasts at once, palming you with delightful friction. You’d always thought yourself lacking in that department, always wished you had more of a bustline. The hint of latent self-consciousness was whisked away when Jensen gently massaged your breasts, dwarfing them with size of his hands.

He shook his head in wonder, “Perfect. How can anyone be so perfect?”

“I should be asking you that question.”

Softly, with reverence, he kissed each breast in turn then kissed your properly again. Laying you down in the middle of the mattress, his lips grazing past your earlobe to whisper.

“You are the most beautiful, gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.” He kissed down your jaw.

“So sexy.” He kissed down the hollow of your throat.

“So perfect.” He kissed across your collarbone.

Your breathing labored as he continued his path down the very center of your chest and his fingers slipped inside your core once more. Your hands raked urgently through his hair, and you bucked up against him.

Suddenly, his lust blown eyes locked with yours and time expanded again. “If you don’t believe that by now, then I haven’t been doing my job.”

Somehow you managed to form a coherent sentence. “You always do your job.”

“Damn right,” he growled and buried himself to the hilt with one solid thrust.

There he stayed, unmoving for a moment. His face buried in the crook of your neck, his ragged breath heating your skin. Your fingers dug into the broad muscles of his back, and you let yourself thoroughly enjoy the feeling of Jensen pinning you to the mattress. The fantastic, masculine weight of his body atop yours. The thickness of him filled you up entirely.

You didn’t need your memories to know that you had never felt as complete as you did in that moment.

Then he moved. Slowly at first, building up his pace, finding that perfect angle. The rhythmic thrusting underscored the primal sounds coming from you both. The friction caused a frenzy. Teeth grazed sweat-slicked skin. Names fell from lips like prayers.

You shifted to take him deeper still. You wrapped your legs around him, hooked your ankles behind his back and he found the sweet spot.

Your toes curled, “God… Jay, don’t stop.”

He kissed you deeply, his tongue swept inside your mouth. Groaning as you tightened and fluttered around him. He had you on the edge of oblivion again, and you weren’t there alone. “Come with me baby… come with me.”

You couldn’t have denied him if you tried. The climax hit you both together. The world exploded and shattered around you, leaving the two of you clinging to each other in its wake. Adrift, floating in a sea of stars and bliss. Two pieces made whole.

You would find each other twice more that night before sleep finally claimed you in sated exhaustion. Neither of you dreamed, for when you woke, reality would be far better than anything your sleeping minds could conjure.

The following morning, you slept late. But to your surprise, Jensen did not. The bed was much bigger without him to share it with. You stretched beneath the covers; a feline smile curved your lips as you felt a reminder of last night’s activities aching deep within. The tantalizing smell of fresh coffee had you up and out of bed. You snagged one of Jensen’s button-down shirts off the back of his chair and padded out to the kitchen.

He was at the breakfast bar in black track pants and a t-shirt. His hair was damp, and he’d already shaved. His brow furrowed slightly as he hunched over the laptop on the counter. Finally feeling your gaze on him, he looked up and broke into a wide grin.

“Hey, there she is!” He was on his feet and kissing you before you could blink. He beamed down at you. “Morning, pretty girl.”

“Morning,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You look chipper today.”

“So do you,” he replied, resting his hands on your hips. “You’ve got that morning after glow about you.”

“Some people call it bed head.”

“I call it gorgeous.” He stole another kiss before releasing you. “Coffee?”

“God, yes.”

When he turned around with the mug in his hands, he stopped and stared. You were perched on one of the barstools, wearing one of his favorite flannels and presumably nothing else. Those legs he liked so much were bare and crossed at the knee, bringing all kinds of ideas to mind. Your dark hair was a tangled cloud and a pretty, pink blush colored your cheeks.

Those bright, bluebonnet eyes shone with promise. It was a brand-new day.

You raised your eyebrows expectantly at him, “Am I going to have to barter for that coffee?”

A hint of Dean Winchester flashed across his face, “What are you offering?”

“The pleasure of my company,” you held up a finger in anticipation of his enthusiasm. “After breakfast.”

His counteroffer was a platter of croissants with apricot jam from your favorite bakery along with fresh cut fruit.

You closed your eyes in appreciation as you savored the buttery layers of pastry. “If this is why you’re up so early, I approve.”

He chuckled and took a seat across from you, “Actually, that’s just a bonus. How do you feel about the mountains?”

You peered at him over the rim of the coffee cup, “I’m a fan.”

“I know this little place, cabin in the woods. Mountains all around, billions of stars at night. It’s only a couple of hours drive. How about we take a road trip?”

The man was full of surprises! “You’re whisking me away to your cabin in the woods?”

He waggled his eyebrows, “If we leave now, there’s a good chance we’ll get snowed in. We could be stuck up there for days. Just you and me.”

“I’ll pack a bag.” You leaned up on your elbows and kissed him loudly, smiling into it. “I just have one request.”

“Mmm. Name it.”

Your lips brushed the curve of his ear, “Can we have sex before we leave? I don’t think I can keep my hands to myself for a whole two hours.”

Those words had him instantly at attention. Vibrating like a plucked guitar string. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Christ,” he growled when your teeth nipped at his earlobe.

“There are worse ways to go.”

You caught a look of challenge on his face before he plucked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You could only giggle as he marched towards the bedroom, swatting you playfully on your backside.

He laughed too. Sex came in many flavors; fast, slow, hot, sweet, intimate, even detached. But for the first time, it was fun.

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“This place gets kind of creepy at night,” you’d told the boy as he walked you to your new dorm. you hadn’t been at Spencer long, but long enough to know you hated the corridors at night. you’d found solace in the fact that Chase Collins had always seemed to be there at the perfect moment, just as things reached maximum level creepy, to flash those pearly whites and bat those beautiful blues until your fear went away. it made you feel crazy, that everything you were hearing and seeing, that strange feeling of being watched, disappeared as soon as he showed up. 

your name slid off his tongue while you jammed your key into the door labeled with your number. 307. once it clicked, and you’d pushed it open, you turned to face him, only to find his intense gaze on your body. it snapped up and to the attention of your own eyes when you caught him staring, and you blushed. “Remember,” he leaned forward to close the gap between your bodies, and you felt your heart skip a beat once he was close enough that the two of you were sharing body heat. his breath was a warm tickle against your nose, plush lips only inches from yours. “I’m just one call away.” his tone was so damn inviting, and all you could do was stare at his mouth, so close to yours, all you needed to do was simply lean in and your lips would meet...

your shyness got the better of you, however, and you couldn’t bring yourself to make the move that he clearly wasn’t going to. was he only waiting on you to do it? you couldn’t be sure. Chase always seemed to be playing some kind of game with you, and what was worse that he always seemed to be two moves ahead of you. sure, he was sweet and incredibly charming, but there was a tiny voice inside the back of your mind whispering a sweet song of caution against him. you couldn’t understand it. even as you said your goodnights and closed the door just as his back was disappearing into the shadows towards his own room, you found yourself still pink with a blush on your cheek. pressing your back to the door, your teeth found your lower lip and tugged on it, but it couldn’t stop the smile that danced on your mouth, that had been so close to Chase Collins’ just moments before. “You’re absolutely whipped,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. what you needed, you decided, was a good night’s sleep and to allow your mind a break from Chase. you’d spent enough time stealing glances at his profile in class and walking the corridor with him tonight because you were too scared to make the trek back to your room alone, your sanity screamed for a break. just one night to recover before he would invade your thoughts again, before your crush would take over your conscious mind and your digits would send tingles throughout your body and shivers down your spine when those steel hues met yours.

moments later, you’d stripped out of your pants and rid yourself of your bra, left only in your tee and boyshort panties, and you were crawling into your bed and pulling the thick blankets up to get comfortable. it wouldn’t be long before you were drifting off to sleep in the comfort and isolation of your room.

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“oh, Babydoll, don’t you look ravishing like that? Like an angel, you’ve the most delicate features, the softest hair I’ve ever seen. That’s why you’re so precious. Not to mention, the way you dress, it kills me, Baby, but you know that, don’t you? Sometimes, I think you wear these things just to make me sweat.” his gaze raked over your attire, slowly, taking all of you in and savoring every last curve until he was met with the disappointing hemline of the blanket. the waistband of your panties just barely peeking out to say hello to him. “So simple, so you. I prefer you in this over any pricey lingerie, just so you know. You never have to try to take my breath away, you just do.” Chase, or the misty apparition he projected, stared down at your sleeping form as he hovered by your bedside. he often did this, in fact it was becoming a habit every night. he thought his addiction to magic was bad before, but since he’d met you? he’d needed to see you as much as he could. from anywhere that he could be alone to use in peace, he would set up a nice, comfortable little corner and project himself, essentially leaving his body in a sleeplike state as his consciousness traveled the halls of the dorm. admittedly, there had been several times that he’d followed you straight into the showers, watched you in your most intimate moments, and shared them with you. to him, it was a beautiful thing, being able to witness your purity from the view of a fly on the wall, but it wasn’t enough. he had to have you, all to himself, always. he wanted to possess you, to own you. he had everything else he could ever want: he was powerful, successful, intelligent, and generally well liked (to those who didn’t know better, of course). yet, he couldn’t seem to get a leash on the one thing he truly wanted more than all of that. you. seeing as though you wouldn’t call him unless you were frightened, he found himself using more and more to frighten you so you would contact him. his need to be your savior, to be your knight, was overwhelming, and he would do anything to make sure you would need him as much as he needed you. his obsession with magic was only shadowed with his new and intense infatuation with you. “That’s the beautiful cruelty of it all, Sweetheart. I wish you would just come to me because you want me, I know you do, but you’re oh-so-shy.”  he had to see you, he had to have you, but the more he pushed, the more you recoiled. this was his only option: frightening you straight into his arms. “You’re so cute when you’re shy, Baby, I just wish I didn’t have to scare you so much to get your attention. I don’t like seeing you scared, you know. I really don’t”

his voice was as soft and wispy as the way he appeared in this moment as he drifts closer to your bed, ghostly hand reaching out to brush back your hair. you shift under his touch, but remain asleep. your subconscious must have brushed off the feeling as being the wind or something equally as incorrect but seemingly rational. “I think you know I’m here with you now, little one. Am I wrong? Look at how you shiver at my touch, you must feel something.” however, you didn’t stir from your sleep. part of him wished you had, wished you’d seen his phantom form and realized that he was always watching over you, protecting you, even if you didn’t know it.

for a moment, he thought about how using this much magic was affecting his own body; it was damaging him slowly but surely, each time. he’d been hooked before he met you, but had never used so much.  “I’m hurting for you, you know that? Each time, it hurts more and more. Still, I willingly destroy my own body for you, every single damn time. If that is what it takes for you to want to see me, though. I will do whatever I need to until you’re mine and mine only.” piercing blues, the only distinct feature on the spectral form of Chase, raked over your body as if for the first time, all over again. “If you won’t see me without a reason, then I’ll give you twelve. If you’re too shy to just open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me that you want me, then I’ll bring your deepest fears to life until you’re begging me to save you from them. And I will, of course, because you’re my girl. I will always protect you, you’ll come to know that.” the phantasmal form of his projection frowned as wind howled outside, branches scraping against the window by your bed. he leaned forward, ghastly lips against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “As beautiful as you look when you’re peaceful, my love, I am selfish enough to want to see you now.”

blue hues went black as the darkest night as he glanced toward the window, coaxing a crow to dive head first into it. the sound was loud enough to shake you out of whatever peaceful dream you were having, and his misty form dissipated just as your eyes opened.

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the sudden crash jolted you awake. you were still hazy from sleep, and the confusion only frightened you more as your heart pounded so hard against your rib cage you thought it might break straight through your chest. frantically, you looked around, your mind trying to process where the sound that had woke you came from. just as you glanced towards the window, noticed a small smear of red on it, the exact same noise made you flinch, watching in utter disbelief as a large black bird flew at lightning speed directly into the glass.

with a shriek, you leapt to your feet, pushing back your sheet as you did so, your eyes never leaving the window. “What.. The... Hell?” you breathed out, and glanced around the dim room. it was times like these that you wished you had a roommate. or that Chase was around. you hated that your mind immediately jumped to him. you liked him, sure, but why did you get the feeling that you relied on him too much? he was always there, at the perfect time, to save the day. to make you feel better. it was almost eerie how he seemed to always be around or awake, even if you called him at three or four in the morning. did the boy ever sleep?

your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it ringing in your ears. another crow divebombing into your window sent you back several steps. what was happening? the fourth bird to attack your window chipped a piece of glass out of it with it’s beak, a tiny web of cracks shooting out from the impact as you backed away. you felt your back coming flush with the door, but your eyes were wide with horror as you caught the sight of a black mass, an entire murder, headed straight for your window. they would shatter the glass and be inside, and you sure as hell didn’t want to know what they would do once they were inside. sure, one bird getting into your room would be no big deal, but an entire flock of seemingly sick crows with razor-sharp beaks and talons? 

blindly, your hand shot out and felt along the door until it gripped the knob, your forefinger flipping the lock until it clicked and you flung the door open, you were met by a blast of freezing air as you spun on your heels to run from the scene, and then, very abruptly, engulfed in warmth as two, toned arms snaked around you in a hug. you were face first into his chest, you couldn’t see his face just yet, but his scent and the taut build of muscle and definition just below the thin tee was so undeniably him.  “Chase... What are you doing here?” you were panting, breathless from fear as your eyes rose to his features, shrouded in the shadows of the room. a couple of lights in the dorm’s corridor lain on his cheeks, but only gave him a more otherworldly beautiful visage, in your opinion. 

“I couldn’t sleep, I was on my way back from the library but I heard you scream. I didn’t mean to scare you. Is everything okay?” his story didn’t make sense, but you didn’t care. he was here, and that’s all that mattered.

“I don’t know, I was sleeping, and these birds they just started flying into my window, I don’t know why, I think they may be sick or something but there’s so many and I-” you were cut off by a gentle shushing as Chase’s eerie grip slid up to your shoulders, digits curling around them as he rubbed in small circles.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay. Let’s look, okay?” your name was the next thing on his tongue, but you shook your head.

“I just want to go-”

“We’re not going to let a couple of rabid birds scare you out of your dorm, Sweetheart. Take my hand.” his tone was almost authoritative, and you found yourself obeying, sliding your much more fragile hand into his calloused palm. it all but swallowed yours, and he wore a devil’s grin as he pulled you back into your darkened room. looking around now, you were utterly stunned. no birds threatening to break your window, the room was deadly still and silent. what’s worse is that when your gaze turned to the window, ready to point out the blood and cracks in it’s integrity, nothing was there. no imperfections on the glass. Chase’s azure hues looked you up and down, and you could read his face. he thought you were imagining things. “I’m sorry, you said the window, right? I don’t see anything.”

“W-what? No!” you all but stomped as you stayed close to his side, but pointed to the window. “I swear, I swear, one cracked the window. There was blood and everything. A whole damn flock was coming.”

his expression softened as he held your hand and took a few steps over to sit on your bed, lightly leading you, too. “I think it was just an awful dream you had, little miss. Sometimes they feel so real you think they’re really happening, and then you wonder how the hell you imagined something so horrific. Trust me, I know.” you bit down on your lower lip, wanted to protest, but Chase was already pulling your frame close to his as he lay back on your bed. you complied, snuggling close to him, wedged between his firm figure and the cool wall. you felt so small next to him, but part of you was hyper aware that it was not only due to his stature. he made you feel small, the way he spoke to you, that demanding tone he took, the way he cooed in your ear that you would be okay. you hated it, so why did you want to hear more?

“Chase, sometimes it’s scary how you’re always here just as I’m freaking out.” you were talking more to yourself as you rested your head against his solid chest, ear placed just above his heart, which was beating at an uncannily steady rate. 

“I like to think it’s a good thing,” he murmured against the top of your head, you could feel wisps of your hair flown aside by his breath.

“It’s like you’re a fucking magician or something.” you replied, closing your eyes. it was late, and you’d been so jolted from your sleep, so scared that you’d forgotten how tired you actually were. until now, in Chase’s arms.

a low chuckle was the response you got from the man holding you. “I wouldn’t say that.” 

sleepiness was overtaking your body, and you felt your limbs go heavy, lids refusing to open although you wanted to look upon his features more. you tilted your head up towards him the best you could, eyes still closed. “Then.. How-”

you felt warm, supple lips against your mouth, but you had no energy to pull away. you didn’t want to. the taste of Chase’s mouth, the hints of spearmint and something deeper you couldn’t place. a dark, forbidden taste, his taste.his tiers moved against yours, slick tongue brushing out over your bottom lip. even as your lips parted lazily to allow him inside, he didn’t enter. that devious tongue slinks back into his own cavern and you’re left exhausted, cheeks sporting pink, and lips wet and wanting more of his kiss. “You’re my girl,” his whisper was gruff and hot against your mouth, but sent shivers down your spine at just how possessive the statement was. “I will never be too far from you. I’m always one call away, I told you. I protect what’s mine.” strong hands gripped your hips as he adjusted his body against yours, turning on his side to press you completely against himself, blocking you in against the wall. “And you are. All mine. Forever.”

[evanstanwrites]

Ghost Adventures

pairing: Chase Collins x Reader

Ghost Adventures, a tv show host by Zak Bagans. he’s also the neighbour of Y/N. What would happen if one day he needs an extra crew member for his team and the next location : Ipswich.

A/N: this is my entry for @thewritingdoll freaky500 writing challenge

A/N: co-writer: @pawfect-melody

warnings: angst, fluff

It was late Friday night, y/n was lounging on her sofa in front of something that played on the tv. She didn’t really take notice of what was playing; it was just background noise for her. Her nose buried deep in a book that lay upon her lap. She was so caught up in her book that she didn’t hear the back door slowly open with a soft creak. The wooden floor boards squeaking under the weight of footsteps that where making their way to the woman.  A sudden gush of cold wind against the skin of her arm made her look up. Just in time to see a dark figure throwing himself at her on the sofa.  The first thing she felt was a hard broad body colliding with hers. At the same time a growling sound came from deep down its throat. Y/n let out a scream filling the room with it. With her eyes closed she felt the hard and heavy body starting to shake on top of her. There was something odd about it she thought when she heard a familiar laugh coming from above her.

When she opened her eyes again she was met with a face that was stuck with complete laughter. This wasn’t a stranger or something unexplainable. This was her good friend and neighbour Zak. 

“Oh god danmit Zak, you asshole!” y/n huffed while pushing Zak off her and he landed with a loud bang on the floor in front of the sofa. 

Zak couldn’t compose himself and kept laughing while stretching out long on the floor.

“You’re still easy to scare y/n.”

She needed a few seconds to calm her racing heart before she could talk again.

“ Speak for yourself; I think we all heard you squeal like a little schoolgirl too many times before on your ghost show.”

That was enough to make Zak stop laughing at once.

“I don’t squeal like a little schoolgirl!”

“Yes you do Zak and everyone watching your show knows it.” y/n teased 

“What are you hinting at? That what we experience at all those places aren’t scary? Cuz they sure are.”

Y/n just started to laugh while Zak sat up straight and leaned his back against the coffee table.

“Well I dare you to come with us the next time we go investigate some place.”

“I never said it wasn’t scary, only that the way you squeal is hilarious. And why would I want to go with you guys? You know I hate dark places, especially at night.”

“Well that’s why I’m here actually. We’re going to some place to check out but Billy got sick and we really need the extra camera. So I thought that maybe you could replace him this once.”

“Hahahaha, good joke.” She laughed but as soon as she saw the serious look on Zak’s face she stopped.

“Oh my god you’re serious? Why? Why me?” she started to question him.

“Why not? You’re not afraid of paranormal stuff, only the being alone in the dark stuff. We can work around that. We know each other very well, I’d rather ask you than some stranger I don’t trust.”

“Okay but please don’t make me do stuff I’m not comfortable with and don’t leave me alone. I only assist.”

“Y/n that would be perfect and I promise I won’t make you do stuff you don’t want to do.” Zak said before pulling her off her spot on the sofa right onto his lap.

“Thank you so much, what would I do without you?”

So that’s how y/n found herself in a car with Zak and Aaron full of ghost hunting equipment.

“So the place we’re investigating is an old barn that was burned down 10 years ago. In the police report they speak of a college prank gone wrong. Apparently on the night of the school ball 2 boys got into a fight in the barn and a fire broke out killing one of the boys. Since then people started to feel these strange energies around the place. Like the spirit of the boy who died there is still there and spying on everyone and even touching them. So it seems that it’s just one spirit that’s there. Should go easy.” Zak explained the case in the car, reading the info they had already gotten.

“Sure it’s even worth the trouble to drive this far for just one spirit?” Aaron buts in.

“Everything with spirits involved is worth it. And helping it in having some peace, that’s our goal.”

Little did they know what was waiting for them in Ipswich. 

It was late afternoon when the trio arrived in what seemed a quiet town. The sun still high in the sky, no clouds in sight and a warm summer breeze. Only a few people were walking on the otherwise empty sidewalks. 

After a while Aaron parked the car on the side of an open field surrounded by trees. In the middle of the field stood the ruins of an old burned down barn. There laid a sort of sadness over it, it wasn’t hard to see that this building had a violent history.  

The trio got out of the car and started to unload all the equipment they would need to set up a nerve center where Jay (who was arriving late as always) would follow everything during lock down.  

“I think it would be best to set up the nerve center at the side of the field, so there is enough space between the building and nerve center.” Zak said while lifting the big sails that were used to close of nerve center.

“So how does this works? Don’t you normally interview the owner of the place and other people first?” y/n asked once everything was set up.

“Well yeah but in this case that’s a little more difficult. The official owner is the government but they know nothing about it and the people of the town don’t want to talk about it.” 

“They don’t want to talk about it? So they do know something about it. Must be truly something that happened here, that they are even scared to talk about it.” Aaron said while checking his camera bag.

“Well that fact only gives me the creeps even more. This place alone gives me the creeps and we haven’t even started yet. Remind me again why I agreed to come with you guys? “

“Well because I’m the best neighbour you have and you would do anything for your best friend.” Zak exclaimed while wrapping an arm around the girl.

“Omg Zak unbutton a few buttons from your shirt, your ego doesn’t fit anymore.” y/n started like she was panicking and reached for the collar of his shirt. Zak and Aaron needed to hold each other or they would fall over from laughing.

“Damn you woman, I never saw someone put Zak in his place like that. You’re amazing.” Aaron tried to say between the hiccups from his laughter.

It wasn’t much later when the sun was almost completely under when Jay arrived and they could get ready for lock down. Normally they locked themselves up in the building but this time that wasn’t possible, it was ruins. 

Jay would control nerve center and Zak, Aaron and y/n would go inside, only Aaron operating a camera. Zak holding a recorder that would record the whole investigation and y/n held the currently turned off spirit box.

Zak was the first to enter the ruins followed by y/n and last Aaron. The second y/n stepped through the door she could feel all the leftover energy that hung in the big open hall like room. 

 Y/n placed her left foot in front of her but the moment her foot touched the ground a cold shiver went through her,  which made all the hairs on her body stand. There was something or someone standing behind her. As fast as she could she turned her body towards where she felt the presence but when she looked up there was nothing to see and as fast as the feeling came it also left. Y/n decided to shake it off and carry on not wanting Zak to see her being weak. 

"Let’s do a spirit box session, y/n can you turn it on" Zak asked.

Y/n hesitated slightly but turned on the device, and waited. And waited. But nothing. "Okay we’ll try again in a bit, let’s get deeper into this place" Zak said. As they walked the feeling of unease grew inside y/n. 

"Try it now y/n" Aaron called from a few steps away.

 Y/n turned on the spirit box and tried walking around the debris scattered on the ground. The moment it came to life a strange voice sounded in the air. “get out,…danger,… y/n,…” “wtf it said your name y/n” Aaron said surprised “y/n,… alone,…Zak get out,…” “I think it wants y/n alone in here.” Y/n recognised the voice immediately, but how was it possible? How was he here? "Guys maybe we should listen to it" y/n suggested quickly. 

"Are you crazy I’m not leaving you in here on your own, no way! I promised you i'd never leave you alone." Zak demanded. 

"And now i'm asking you to leave Zak, you said you wanted to help this spirit to find peace. We should find out what it wants." 

"Yes i do but i find my promise to you more important y/n, you hate to be alone in the dark and unknown places. There’s asking for trouble then begging for it and this y/n is begging for it. " Zak says as he walks over to her. just when he places his hand on her shoulder the voice is heard again over the spirit box.

"Don't….touch…her." 

Right after an animal like growl is bouncing of what's left of the walls making everyone jump in their place.

"Wow did you hear that?" Aaron says full of wonder and wanders off to the next room.

"Please Zak, let me find out what it wants. I promise you when it gets too much or i'm too scared,i'll run as fast as i can back to you. " y/n almost begs him. 

"Okay 30 minutes then i'm coming to get you." Zak said and followed the way Aaron walked out. 

Not even a few seconds after Zak was gone the voice spoke again but this time much clearer and without pauzes.

"Don't scream y/n" 

Now she was certain, it was him.

"Chase." She softly whispered just as the room filled with smoke, when it cleared she noticed she wasn't standing in the ruins of the old barn but in the middle of her childhood bedroom. 

A floorboard creaked when she felt a presence behind her. The sound startled her so much she screamed as she turned around to the black figure standing behind her.

"I just told you not to scream babe." The figure said with annoyance in his voice as he stepped into the light and finally she could see his face.

"Are you real, is this a dream?" Y/n wondered after seeing Chase standing in front of her looking even better then she remembered. 

With a smirk on his face he stepped closer to her and reached out to touch her face.

"Does this feel like it's not real? I'm here baby." He whispers as he strokes her cheek and immediately she leans into his touch. 

"They told me you where dead, they told me all these terrible things about you. Please tell me that's not true." 

Chase chuckled a bit darkly. "I promised you i'd always tell you the truth. I can only say that i did what i was gonna do, i took revenge on the sons of ipswich. Maybe at a high cost but i got it done." 

"But it took you away from me Chase, you left me. You promised you'd come back to me." She says as a tear slips from the corner of her eye. Chase quickly sweeps it away and holds her face between his hands. 

"I got you here now didn't I? I made sure that Billy guy wasn't able to come so you had to take his place. I had to get you here. I'm finding my way back home to you babe." 

"I missed you so much Chase, it's been 10 years. I've been all alone waiting for you." She cried

"Do you still love me?" 

"Yes, I always will."

"Good, i'll be home soon." He says as he leans into her and places a soft sweet kiss on her lips just as smoke begins to fill the room again and Chase disappears in it.

once the smoke clears she’s back in the ruins holding the now silent spirit box. the moment she notices she’s alone and Chase is gone she feels an empty spot in her heart, she needed to help him as best she could but how? Chase didn’t tell her how he could come back to her. she wanted him home as soon as possible. she felt like there was a weight on her like she was carrying something with her. 

Y/n was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear the footsteps that came in her direction till they came to stop next to her. 

“Are you ok y/n? did something happen?” Zak as he laid his hand on her shoulder. but as soon as his hand touched her a animalistic growl escaped her mouth making everyone take a step back in shock. that wasn’t her, it sounded like the growl they heard earlier. was this spirit affecting her? this was more dangerous than they thought. Nobody moved or said anything, the silence laid heavy in the air.

suddenly the spirit box came back to life: 

“leave... NOW...kill...Zak”

and at the same moment Zak could feel a burning feeling on his neck making him curse out and reach out to hold his neck.

“fuck Aaron give me some light, my neck burns like hell.” 

aaron was still standing shocked looking at them with wide eyes.

“AARON LIGHT NOW!” he yelled out clearly in pain making Aaron finally look up to him. 

“omg” Aaron mumbles as he takes his flashlight and shines it on Zak’s neck. once the light hits his neck Aaron is again shocked at what he sees, a big red mark covers Zak’s neck. the mark is bright red and in the middle are three large scratches.

“OH MY GOD ZAK, there are three scratches on your neck. I never seen them so big on anyone. I’m gonna take a picture of it to show you!” aaron rattles clearly in shock as he dives back into one of his pockets and gets a small camera out to take the picture. 

“Hey Zak where is y/n?” aaron asks as he looks around and notices that Y/n isn’t standing next to them anymore. 

neither had see her walk out of the only room that still had a roof and was mostly intact.

the scratches are quickly forgotten as they looked shocked around them, hoping they would find y/n still in the room with them. but she wasn’t, they called out to her but no reaction was heard. it was like she just went up in smoke, she was gone and that freaked them out even more. so they decided to stop their lock down, this turned too dangerous. y/n was missing, they needed to find a way to find her and get her back, it was clear now that the spirit here had possessed her. when they started walking in the direction from where they came they were surprised when they find out that the place where the door used to be was now a brick wall. they were trapped.

 y/n blacked out, she didn’t know what was happening. one moment she stood in the room with zak and aaron and before she knew she stood before a big wooden weird looking door. it was mostly black affected by the fire that turned most of the building to ruins. Looking closely she could clearly see strange celtic patterns all over the door.  on the highest part on the door stood runes. it’s been a long time since she last seen them.

“ ᚲᚨᛈᛏᚢᚱᛖ ᛟᚠ ᛖᚡᛁᛚ ”

“open the door babe.” Chase’ voice sounded what seemed like from her head. and before she knew it her hand had already reached out to the door but the strangest thing was that it wasn’t her. was Chase possessing her?

“ Yes babe, i’m using your body. it’s the only way to do this, to bring me back. now open the door.”

“But what about Zak and Aaron? where are they?” she asked a bit worried.

“they’re still in the main room but i locked them in there so they can’t ruin this for us.” Chase said

“but after it’s done you’ll release them, will you?”

Chase sighs

“Yes i will but only because they’re your friends.” he promises and pushes y/n closer to the door.

y/n relaxes a bit and slowly pushes the heavy door open. behind the door lies a dark room with the only bit of light coming from the open door. 

“there should be a goblet in here somewhere, we need to break it. it’s the anchor of my curse, break the goblet and i’ll be back.” he explained

“how the hell do you want to find a goblet in this place? it’s dark and i don’t have a flashlight with me.” y/n stated which made Chase chuckle.

“Oh babe, i think you forget who I am.” he laughs as suddenly the room is illuminated by a thousand floating candles making y/n gasp in wonder.

“wow, and then you tell me you hate harry potter.” 

“yeah yeah, we can talk later now let’s find that stupid goblet.” chase growls.

when they look around they see that most of the room was empty making there search easier. 

it didn’t take long before they found 3 goblets in the room but which one was the goblet with his curse attached to. 

“maybe we should just break all 3 of them?” y/n said

“we can’t do that, we don’t know if the others have something attached to them as well.”

“so how do we find out which one we have to break?”

“I don’t know, but you need to find a way.” chase pushes

“Chase! don’t okay, don’t put more pressure on me. just let me think for a moment.”

Chase just huffs and says “ okay i’ll leave you alone, i’ll check that stupid book that’s trapped with me again.”

Chase let’s go of the hold he has over her body and makes himself appear in his ghost form next to her. but y/n didn’t expect the sudden move and she loses her footing making her fall back. she sees the shock on Chase’s face as he tries to reach out to catch her. it’s already too late,she stumbles right against one of the columns with a goblet on making it fall over and smash against the floor. They both watch in horror as the goblet breaks in hundreds little pieces and smoke emerge from them. 

“Ow shit, I don’t think that’s good.” Chase mumbles from behind her, his voice clearly holding both confusion and fear. 

when y/n turns to Chase she sees the smoke that came from the goblet surrounding him, his hands in front of his face as if he’s protecting himself from something. but clearly it wasn’t helping, his hands, which were already transparent in his ghost form were disappearing. 

“Chase? what’s happening?” y/n started to panic

“I don’t know, this isn’t me.” he said as he looked up to her.

“I think i failed, i’m so sorry baby. I failed you, I love you, never forget that.”

“No, Chase. I failed you, it’s my fault. i love you so much.” she cried

but before Chase could respond he disappeared completely. y/n fell to her knees in the pile of broken goblet shards, she picked one up from the floor ready to throw it across the room when she saw the runs written on it.

“ᚲᚺᚨᛋᛖ ᚲᛟᛚᛚᛁᚾᛋ”

“wtf?” she whispered as she turned the shard in her hands,nothing else was written on it. just a name, his name.

she was so lost in thought she didn’t hear the sounds of voices screaming her name till she felt 2 hands on her arms. 

“Y/n? are you ok? what the hell happened?” Zak asked her in worry as he helped her up on her feet.

“He’s gone.” was her only response through her tears.

“who’s gone?” Zak asked while he whipes the tears from her cheeks.

“Chase” 

“well you can tell me all about him on our way back, we’re going home.”

As Zak leads her outside she starts to explain everything that had happened since she had met Chase till only minutes ago. but just as they reached the cars a loud explosion sounded behind them. 

the barn, it was the fucking ruins of the barn that exploded. how the hell could that happen, she thought to herself as she watched smoke and flames erupt from above it. but as soon as the smoke and fire came it also disappeared. everything was clothed in silence, nobody spoke, no wind, no animals, nothing, only silence. 

when she looked up at the barn she suddenly saw a familiar silhouette of a man standing in the door opening.

could it be ? 

“Y/N!” the man shouted

It was.

“Chase!”

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Hacked (s.s)

Summary: Sebastian opens his heart in an interview about leaked messages and pictures of his girlfriend. 

Warnings: Little angsty 

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word count: 1140

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He stared at her, watching the interviewer closely as he’d learned over the past years that it was polite to pay attention to the people he was talking to. It was hard though, to be fully there in the room with the lady in front of him. He knew what was coming up, his media manager had informed him of it. It’s not like he didn’t want to talk about it, he kind of owed it to his girlfriend. And besides, his fans needed to know that what they’d done was not alright.

“So, you were born in Romania?” Laura, the interviewer, asked. Sebastian noticed how she twirled the the coffeecup in her hand around, fiddling with it as she waited for him to reply.

“Yeah, I was,” Sebastian answered, grinning a little as he always did when people asked him about his home country. It always brought a smile on his face when he thought about Romania; he’d grown to be proud of his roots, embrace his foreign cultures.

“Do you ever go back there? You still have family there, right?” She asked and Sebastian leaned a little back in his seat.

“Most of my mum’s family is still back there, yeah. Unfortunately, I don’t get to visit them that often. I almost never have the chance to just go, you know? I went to, um, the capital earlier this year, so that was really nice. Met some lovely fans,” He answered her, his smile widening a little as he thought of all those lovely people he’d met; the nice fans.

“So, have you brought your girlfriend there yet?” Laura asked. Sebastian gulped, knowing she was about to bring it up.

“Um, not yet, no. I haven’t gotten the chance to yet,” He smiled sadly, hoping they’d last so long he would get the chance bring her someday. He really loved her, possibly more than he could ever remember loving any of his previous girlfriends. They hadn’t been together long, and he knew those feelings were somewhat a reason of newfound love, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He just prayed to whatever God would listen that their relationship weren’t completely broken. After what his socalled fans had done, things between them had been strained. She’d been mad, with all the right reasons to be, and he knew she’d need some time to think and get out of the spotlight. She lived in New York after all, in her own apartment fairly close to his, so the week after the incident she kept complaining about getting mobbed by fans and even some paparazzis and journalists who wanted her comment on the matter.

His and her own private address had of course also gotten leaked. He wasn’t really surprised when she said she wanted to leave the city for a little more quiet time. She left for the town she’d grown up in, claiming she needed to see her mother. Sebastian understood, he really did, but that had been two whole weeks ago and she had barely spoken to him since, only to say she had arrived safely and that she needed more time. He understood, or at least he tried to. His mind was mostly racing by the thought that she might leave him. Which is why he decided to do this interview, hoping she’d watch it and see that he was willing to do everything to defend her, even telling his own fans off.

“So, speaking of Y/N… There were some messages leaked from your phone, wasn’t it?” Laura asked. Sebastian’s jaw clenched on its own and he shifted a little in his seat.

“Um, yeah,” He swallowed. He was beyond nervous, the topic bother him so much since he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all his fault.

“Well, there was a lot of your personal stuff that was leaked as well, but a lot of people talked about the textmessages between you and Y/N. And there were some privat pictures of her as well, as far as I’ve understood? I don’t know, I haven’t seen any of it myself,” Laura chuckled a little at the end, obviously trying to lighten the mood. Sebastian smiled gently at her.

“Yeah, haha. I get that,” He looked down at his hands, clamping them together in his lap as he shifted some more in the chair. “So, um… Listen, that whole thing was partly my fault. I mean, looking back at it now it was stupid of me to use the same password for everything, because it started with some fans hacking my Instagram account and then they tried the same password to my dropbox-iCloud thing, I don’t even know what it’s called… Well, I mean, that was stupid of me really, but I have to say that it was… not cool of the people who shared all those pictures of Y/N,” Sebastian told Laura honestly.

“Yeah, I can imagine neither of you liked that. Is there anything that you would like to say to those people who did it?” The young woman asked. Sebastian cleared his throat.

“Well, you know, I just don’t understand how anyone could do that. I mean, being an actor and stuff, I’m always in the public, you know? I’ve kinda gotta be used it, but she isn’t. So, you know, she’s a waitress, she’s not a public person. There’s absolutely no reason to share those pictures of her. She was really sad about it, and she has all reason to be,” Sebastian said.

“Yeah, yeah. Because there were some… pretty provoking pictures, I’ve heard. Underwear, right?” Laura asked, bringing her cup up to her lips and taking a drink as she waited for Sebastian to answer.

“Well, I mean, yeah. It really sucks, it does, because especially those pictures Y/N sent to me because she trusted that I wouldn’t… release them anywhere, and then some people hack my phone and they get released anyway. It really sucked, and I’m just honestly so… disappointed with those people, because Y/N really didn’t deserve that,” Sebastian felt the rage rise in his chest as he thought about it, but he forced himself to stay calm. Yelling at fans he had no idea who even were, was not gonna solve anything. And besides, the damage was already done, he just had to assure that people understood they couldn’t violate his or his girlfriends privacy again like that.

Fortunately, the interview ended soon after that. Sebastian answered a couple of final questions, luckily unrelated to Y/N so he got some time to calm down before he waved bye to the audience and walked off the stage. The interview wouldn’t be shown until the following day, but he still pulled his phone out of his pocket. She still hadn’t called or texted.

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Sweet Tooth: Part Two

A/N: Okay guys I’m SO into this story. I can’t wait for you guys to see what I have planned.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Cursing. Like a motherfucker. Because this is a story about Lance Tucker. Mention of slight fat shaming. Drinking and driving (which is stupid, don’t even try kiddo’s)

Summary: Lance Tucker has come back to his hometown with his ego bruised and his look on life more tainted then ever. When he runs into Y/N; a vibrant plus size woman he went to high school with at her bakery ‘Cake Faced’, he leaves the shop with the taste of sugar on his lips and a hunger that has nothing to do with the cupcakes.

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It had all started a couple weeks ago.

When Courtney, your best friend of nearly two decades, had sashayed into the shop, a cup holder containing two Venti coffee’s in hand. She always did this, came and distracted you at some point in the day. She claimed if she didn’t you would get completely buried in your work and she’d never see your ass again. You defend yourself of course at the jab, but weakly. Because you knew she was probably(defiantly) right.

“Hey hooker” you greet from your place, adjusting the display in the window while the store seemed to have a quiet moment, only a few costumers scattered around the place. Your short frame was balanced on a step stool as you reached up high to

“Hello gorgeousness…Why don’t you come down from there before you brake your neck. Neck braces aren’t on trend this spring” She teases, because everyone whose ever met you knows how dangerously clumsy you are. You just huff and climb down. Courtney then hands you your drink and you give her an over exaggerated groan, holding your hand to your chest and telling her that she was too good to you before taking a sip of the sweet caffeine you had desperately needed.

Thank god for Courtney- that she knows you better then you know yourself. She took time out of her own day to come check on you and ask you how yours was going, yeah it wasn’t really out of her way seeing on how she worked up the street, but still. You appreciated her more then she’d ever know, even if she had ‘momed’ you since you guys we’re teenagers.

“So how has your day been?” She’s nibbling on a coconut cream pie scone. She claimed god himself had given you the recipe for them “It looks unusually dead in here”

“It’s been aright so far, nothing too exciting. The 4 o'clock rush hasn’t happened yet so I’ve just been fucking around. Yours? Your manager still harassing that new guy?” You guys end up sitting at one of the little tables, Shane assures you that he’s got who ever might come in.

“Yeah, Patty’s still earning herself one shiner of a Law Suit. Dirty ass old woman” Courtney shakes her head at the mention of her boss, the woman was a seventy year old former play boy bunny AND the dirtiest woman either of you had ever met. “But that’s whatever. I have some major gossip”

You can tell just by the tone of her voice that what she’s about to tell you is insanely juicy.

Fun fact, you never really grow out of gossiping. Thirty(well twenty nine) years old or not, when you live in a town as small as this one, it’s just a given that every one knows everyone’s business.

“Okay why didn’t you start out with that? Spill” You demand, leaning in closer to her, anticipating her next words.

“Okay so you know how Felix used to date Sarah whose best friends with Brooklyn?” She starts and you nod. Obviously “So I guess they’re sleeping together again. I know, big shocker, and Sarah told him that Brooklyn told her that Lance is moving back in with their mom” Courtney informs you of the tabgled drama between her coworker, his ex, and Brooklyn Tucker.

You gape at that for a moment. No way. Lance Tucker, Olympic gold medalist, LANce Tucker was moving back into his parents house. How?

“No way” You decide but she just chuckles and nods.

“Yes way, dude. I guess there was some huge scandal at that gym he worked at in California. Some coach got one of the girls pregnant or something? I don’t know all of those details but what I do know is Lance the mother fucker Tucker is moving home” Courtney cackles “How hilarious, right?”

Courtney was nice…to you. To everyone else she was a bit of a bitch.

“Hilarious isn’t the word I would use. Ironic though-” You cluck your tongue. Hadn’t he always hated this town? You remember even in middle school he had been so adamant about getting out of this “suburban shithole” and going somewhere he deemed worthy of him. Him and his shiny superstar ego.

“It’s fucking fitting I think. He was always such a giant dick. Now he’s living back with his mommy? Karma really is a vicious bitch. Ha” Courtney shakes her head with a smirk and you roll your eyes.

Yeah, he’d been a huge cocksucker to everyone- you included. But losing your dream? The one you’d spent years working on? You didn’t wish that upon anyone.

“It is but how…sad” You bite your thumb nail as you mull it over.

“Sad? I mean I guess- But he’s such an asshole. Don’t you hate him?” Courtney hates you and your big bleeding heart sometimes. That guy didn’t deserve your sympathy.

“No, Court, I don’t hate him…anymore” you cant deny, there was a time when he had made you see red “He’s not my favorite person in the world. Of course not, but I don’t know. I’m an adult now-” Courtney scoffs hard at that and you fling a cupcake wrapper at her “I just don’t see the point in holding grudges anymore”

“Yeah okay” Courtney rolls her eyes as she gathers up her belongings “You keep telling yourself that, Mahatma Gandhi. Like you don’t still hate Carlos Vance for accidentally hitting you with a pencil in the 6th grade”

“He really almost blinded me and wasn’t even apologetic about it at all. Fuck him forever” You’re dead serious and it causes both of you to laugh.

“My breaks almost over, I have to run. We’re still on for Margarita’s with the girls this Friday, right?”

“Of course” You kiss each other on the cheek and you pack her another scone “for the road” before she’s hurrying out of the door. You give her reciting frame a fond smile, but continue to mull over her words. Lance was coming back. You stomach felt unsettled at that- and you hated it. You hadn’t even talked, or much less thought about him in years.

So why we’re you so…so weird about the idea of him moving back? It was stupid, really.

So you do what you did best, and buried your self in your work.

It really did help, too. Your mind is completely free of any thoughts of people you hadn’t seen in ages-

Until a few days ago.

When he had walked into your shop.

He was still the same. The way his presence seemed to fill up the entire room. That smirk and those expressive eye brows. And, because you’re not a hater, of course you’d noticed that he’d seemed to be even more in shape now then he was back in high school. His broad shoulders strained against the material of his track suit. Jeeze, he was still wearing those. Didn’t he know it was a different decade now?

So you’d taken him personally, helped him choose a cupcake and rang him up. Just being professional, you tell yourself. that was all it was.

You tried to ignore how…tired he looked. Not physically, really…but drained. His demeanor drained. It wasn’t your business, right? So you try to keep it cool, keep your self in check.

You never did have the best self control. When he’s going to leave, you call for him.

“Welcome home”

Simple words, but you hoped they might have a little impact.

His grin is still ridiculously bright and handsome, you note mentally.

Fuck. Fucking fuck.

It brings up old- feelings. Memories. Adolescent adoration and hate. It’s annoying, there’s no place for it in your adult life.

“He seems like a real winner” Shane had dead panned “Hot as hell though”

You laughed at your younger employee. You loved Shane, he’d been working for you since pretty much the moment you’d opened this place and even though he was five years your junior, he’d become a close friend “What you don’t remember Lace the mother fucker Tucker? Olympic gold medalist and grade A dick wad?”

“Nah, I remember him. That tight ass of his though, that slipped my memory”

You’d swatted Shane’s shoulder as you laughed. Little shit.

You hadn’t seen him after that, though. Not that you wanted to. Not that your eyes maybe scanned the shop for a tall head of dark hair…

You didn’t expect him to come back. Him and his athlete ways. Back in high school you remember him and his grueling diet he’d been on.

So you go about your routine, the comfortable one that you follow without even thinking about it. The one that included waking up at the crack of dawn, feeding your dog, watering your garden. Tending to the shop as though it was your child. Bullshitting with your friends.

The usual.

Your usual is broken, though, by one phone call.

It’s not even a bad phone call, so you don’t know why it throws you off so awfully. Why you feel overwhelmed and hot and near panicky as you sit at your kitchen table. But you know that you need to remedy it. With wine. Lots, and lots of wine.

Which you don’t seem to have in your house. How we’re you completely dry? What kind of blasphemy.

So you drag yourself out of your house, muttering about “fuck your life” and “Courtney’s the antichrist” because you knew that alcoholic bitch was the culprit, the wine bandit who had left you with no choice but to go to the store. At 10 O'clock. In a pair of tight leggings, an over sized sweater and ugg booties.

You’re walking lazily through the brightly lit isles of the grocery store on main street. You’ve found your wine, have it popped open, as you stress shop.

You figure you might as well get some ingredients. Plus, you needed new dish towels- and oh, we’re those Fourth of July decorations? Might as well grab em’ even though it was only Mid April.

You’re so engrossed in your task, that you don’t notice you’ve been being trailed.

Lance needed to get out of the house.

Living with his mother and sister- and Brooklyn’s two daughters was driving him nuts. Did he love them all? Yes, very much. Was he going out of his fucking mind at the overwhelming amount of female energy he was being force exposed to? Absolutely.

He was already apartment hunting.

So he’d go on drives, long ones that would take the edge off of- everything.

Re-explore this town that he seemed to know every corner of. Get to know the few parts that we’re new. But even that was getting boring.

So he decides that the only way to get through this night is drunk. Or at least buzzed. The liquor store is closed so the supermarket is the only option. Lance takes long legged strides into the all but empty store. It’s late, so no one is really there, but the one cashier working and Weird Wallace, the towns hermit who only came out at night to avoid all other human life.

Lance tips his head at the man as he makes a bee-line for the liquor section, intent on buying a twelve pack of beer and hopefully drinking everyone that night.

He doesn’t expect to see you. He catches the sight of you out of his peripheral vision. You have a wine bottle tilted all the way back, taking a gulp, before going back to your shopping.

What were you doing at the store at nearly eleven o'clock? Lance wonders with an amused grin.

He should just grab his beer and go home. That would be the smart thing to do- Buuuut, Lance really wasn’t as smart as he prided himself on being.

He’s not following you.

Not even.

He just happens to be going in the same direction as you.

Not creepy at all.

Okay- kind of creepy. Especially when you bend over to grab something off a bottom rack. Your leggings go sheer as they hug your large, round ass. He can see the outline of the little lace g string you have on and he cant help but bite his lip.

What a sight.

You always had, had a nice ass. Wide and grab-able. His fingers still itched to dig them selves into the doughy flesh.

“Well, fancy meeting you here”

The sound of his voice sends you snapping up straight fast, you almost loose your grip on the neck of the wine bottle as your heart pounds and a gasp rips it’s self from your throat. You spin on your heels to face him and he’s just standing there. In a track suit, that look- his signature smug smile gracing his features.

“Lance, you dick!” You hiss at him, holding your middle as you regain your breath “You scared the shit out of me!”

His icy eyes could make the queens guards quake in their tall black, fluffy hats. They’re so…predatory. And sharp. And beautiful.

And bold, they look you up and down unapologetically.

You swallow the rush of self consciousness that raises in your throat.

“Sorry, sugar” He doesn’t sound sorry at all “What are you doing out so late?”

“It’s not even eleven o'clock yet, Lance. It’s hardly late”

He likes your snark, It suits you. You’d never had that edge before “My mistake. It’s totally normal for people to be going shopping for-” he gazes into your shopping basket “Red, white and blue tiki torches and chardonnay in the middle of the night”

“Being normal is vastly overrated” You shrug and shift on your feet “What about you? You going to a kegger?”

He grins “Nah, I just needed a breather… you want to join me?” He holds up the case of beer in offering and you roll your eyes at him.

Hard.

“I’ll pass” you dismiss him easily, turning back to your cart “You have a good night though”

You had a sense of self preservation and you absolutely would not get drunk with the man. Randomly. On a Thursday night.

Lance’s eyebrows stich together at how easily you shrug him off and that part of him, the competitive athlete one, pushes him forward. Because he never gave up, on anything. Ever. And who we’re you to just turn your back on him?

“Really? You’d rather drink your bottle of wine alone?” He presses on, keeping up easily with you so you’re standing shoulder to shoulder(well not really because he has a good near foot on you) with him. You convince yourself that it doesn’t unnerve you.

“Yup” you pop the ‘p’ dramatically.

“That sounds like fun" His sarcastic bite makes you bite the inside of your cheek “I’m offering you company. A good time and…good beer”

“I’ve never really been a beer girl” the sound he makes in his throat at your words is cute. You cant deny that “So again, I’m pretty sure I’ll pass”

“And here I thought we we’re friends”

“Really?” You give him incredulous eyes. Was he serious?

“Yeah- I mean we had that art class senior year and we were partners and” Lance recalls how close the two of you had gotten, how many hours you’d spend laughing and bullshitting and wasn’t that friendship? “I just assumed we we’re still friends”

“Do you not even remember what you said to me?” You don’t mean to say it, you really don’t. But you’ve taken one too many gulps of wine. The look of confusion on his face feels like a slap to yours.

“No?” He starts “Should I?”

You scoff at him so intensely it’s almost painful before you’re off, wanting to put some distance between the two of you.

Why wont he let you?

“Y/N” Lance insists on being the biggest pain in the ass ever to walk the planet “What did I say?”

“Just leave me alone” You’re almost through at the check out isle, the cashier is taking their sweet time though. You’d always loved La'tecia. The elderly black woman kept you in stiches, but you needed her to hurry the hell up.

“No. What did I say?” He continues to push, keeping up with you easily. He was fitter, his legs longer. You couldn’t out run him if you tried.

When you don’t answer him he can feel his annoyance spike at your antics “Why don’t you quit being a child and tell me so I can say sorry- even if I don’t really mean it- and you can get the fuck over it”

Oh.

Hell.

No.

He did not just speak to you like that. Your teeth grit in an attempt to hold your temper. Even if the store was dead it was still a public place.

“You know what, Lance? First of all fuck you-” He opens his mouth and your finger slices the air in front of you as you hold it up “No, I’m talking right now. You keep your mouth shut and listen to me. You want to know what you said to me? You told me that I might be, and I quote, actually pretty cute if I lost some weight. That you bet all the guys would be after me if I worked on my fitness. And that killed high school me. But adult me, whose obviously doing a hellva lot better then you in life doesn’t care. So there’s nothing you need to say a meaningless sorry for. But we are not friends” You’re pretty composed during the entirety of your little rant. Until the end. You hiss those words at him.

La'tecia just minds her business, and you give her your card, eagerly.

Lance attempts to absorb your words, you’d never seen him at a loss for words. Yeah, he remembers that conversation…but you were totally twisting his words! It hadn’t even gone down like that.

“Y/N-” He starts. but your bags are in your cart and your off. He intends on following you again but-

“Uh-uh. Are you going to pay for those?” La'tecia’s cutting voice asks and he sighs and takes out his wallet.

“Let me tell you, boy. You’ve always been heard headed. And loud as hell. But I never thought you we’re cruel, even with all that nonsense everyone always spoke about you” She starts, looking him right in the eye as she speaks “You’re a grown man now. Act like it”

Lance feels personally attacked. How had this night taken this route? All he’d wanted was some beers.

“Thanks for your words of wisdom. You should consider a new profession? Therapy maybe? Counseling? Telling people where isle four is, is obviously getting to mediocre for you” He sarcastically pans at the woman before snatching his beer and his card and stalking off.

He doesn’t know why he’d expected to find you outside, the lot is empty. Your long gone. He reaches for one of the beers, wrenching open the box before popping the can open an chugging. The drive back home is spent with him stewing and going over things he hadn’t thought about in…well ever. How was he supposed to know that him stating a simple face back so long ago would make you hate him forever? Hah, no, you didn’t even hate him. As you said. You just didn’t care about him. At all.

Like no one did.

His knuckles are white around the steering wheel as he sits outside the front of his house for nearly half an hour. Wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen.

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Part Three

Part Four

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Blue Jeans.

Pairing: Chase Collins/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Blood, magic, knives, toxic relationsips, angst.

Word Count: 1703.

Rating: 18+.

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This is my entry to @nataliarxmanxva Season’s Change Writing Challenge. Almost on the deadline date. Is based on Lana Del Rey’s Blue Jeans, so no, is not a healthy relationship the one depicted here.

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'And I know that love is mean And love hurts But I still remember that day we met in December'

You bent down to fix your over the knee sock, that sticked just a little bit over the boots you were wearing, laughing at some joke someone told. When you stood straight again you found him staring at you. Heat spread immediately over your face, a pleased smirk over his. You turned back to the conversation, but could feel his eyes on you.

You moved to the bar and smiled at the bartender, asking him for a vodka cranberry, taping your nails on the wood of the bar at the beat of the music and you felt a hand on your waist.

"I'm Chase, by the way" You turned and were met with the same self satisfied smirk from earlier. "Nice to meet you, Chase" You rested your chin on your hand, looking back at him.

You bit your lip, leaning back against the wall besides the door of your apartment and Chase leaned in, putting his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His kiss consumed you and you should have taken that a sign of what was to come, but you didn't.

You wake up to an empty, cold bed, groaning at the soreness of your body. The usual soreness after a night with Chase, you make your way over to the bathroom, turning on the light and twirling one side and the other examining the finger shaped bruises on your hips and waist, some of them on your thighs, too.

The sound of something crashing on the floor of your living room startles you, and you moved as fast as you could without making that much noise, picking up your oversized sweater and throwing it on.

There was nothing you could get to use as a weapon to defend yourself in case you need it, so you open your room's door and take a deep breath, walking out and into the small living room. You almost jump out of your skin when you see Chase on the floor and run up to him, kneeling by his side. "Chase!" You whisper urgently as you look him over, taking in his battered appearance. Shock taking over you at realizing he couldn't heal himself with his magic "Chase, Chase... No, no, no, no! Chase!" Your hands move all over him, without touching him, until his eyes snap open, black taking over them and one of his hands clasp around your forearm, you gasp and try to free your hand, but Chase's grip on you is too strong. "Wh-What happened, Chase?" Your voice shakes and you wince when he tightens his hold on your forearm "You're hurting me" Your voice shakes with fear, you had seen Chase in many states, many humors, but not like this. The tears start to flow down your cheeks and you try to calm yourself, but there's no use.

His eyes go back to normal and he focuses on you, his grip loosening and you try to breathe slowly, control the shaking of your voice "Chase I-I have to take you to the hospital" Chase grips your jaw tightly and makes you look at him "Do you really think a hospital is going to do me any good?" He coughs and you sob. "I-I do-don't know what to do!" His hand is still on your jaw and he makes you look at him. "Stop crying" Another cough "I'm not worth your tears" "I'm sorry!" You sob and whip the tears off your face "Let me... Can I... Can you move? At least let me move you to the bed" Chase nods and you take his arm, putting it around your shoulders, and pushing on the sofa, to get up. With Chase leaning almost all his weight on you.

You try to lay Chase on the bed but he stops you and instead sits "Need you to do something for me" You nod, not even questioning what it could be he'll ask of you in this state "Yes, whatever you need Chase" He smirks "You have a scalpel?" You nod hesitatingly and Chase groans in pain "Go get it and your first aid kit. Now" you move as if on autopilot, not even doubting what he is asking of you. You have told yourself that you don't need to know what Chase doesn't tell you and for the biggest part you believe it, when you come back to the room he looks you over, a lewd smile on his lips, his hand grasping your thigh and riding up the side, coming to your hip under your oversized sweater "Just how I like it" "Chase!" You scold him, and he tightens his grip on your hip. "Go get that bottle of whiskey you keep hidden" You nod and move away, almost running out and grabbing the bottle.

You take a swig of the bottle when Chase tells you to, then Chase puts the scalpel in your hand "I need you to get it out" You pale and your hand starts shaking harder "Get what out?" "They put a binding stone in me. As long as it is inside me I can't use my powers. You have to get it out" He coughs again and you start to panic. "But... Cha-Chase... I d-don't know how to do that" Chase grabs your hands and stops them from shaking. "I'll tell you what to do" You look at him pleadingly, almost asking him not to make you do that "Once you get the stone out I'll heal myself and leave" You want to protest and say you don't want him to leave, but bite it back and keep it to yourself, knowing the last thing Chase wants to hear is about your feelings for him.

Chase points in between his ribs, under his sternum, then takes your hand and puts the tips of your fingers there, pressing them against his skin you can feel the stone under the skin, a hardness that shouldn't be there. "You feel it?" His voice shakes a little and you nod "Ok" He takes a deep breath and takes your jaw in his hand again, making you look at him "You have to cut where I showed you. No matter how much I scream or ask you to stop. Get it out" "Chase" He tightens his grip on your jaw. "Do it" You nod again and take the scalpel "Just cut and grab the stone, then pull at it"

You clean it as best you can with alcohol and then proceed to do the same with Chase's clammy skin, then you offer him the whiskey bottle he smirks weakly and takes a long swig. Once he sets the bottle down on the bed you start touching him to feel the stone when you find it you start cutting until you see it. But the moment you cut, there's blood everywhere, you whimper and can see Chase trying to hold back a scream. You push your fingers inside the cut and try to pull the stone out but it burns your fingers and you pull them back. Chase grabs your hand and grits his teeth. "Get it out" "It burns Chase" He stares at you and then grits out "I know. Is inside me. And I need you to get it the fuck out" You sob and clean his skin of blood with the bed sheets, your hand shaking a little and you look at him, and push your fingers inside the wound again grasping at the stone, pulling at it until it comes off and you throw it beside Chase.

He falls back on the bed, breathing heavy and closes his eyes as his magic starts to heal his wounds, you try to move away but Chase shoves his hands under your sweater and pulls you to him, he grips your waist hard enough to make you yelp, his hands are greedy and possessive on your body, and he pulls you until your sitting on his lap "Chase you're hurt" "Not anymore" His lips are on you and your mind goes blank, you sigh against his lips and Chase tangles a hand in your hair, tugging and exposing your neck to his demanding lips. Suddenly you are laying on your back, hands immobilized by your own sweater and Chase is on top of you, between your spread legs phantom fingers teasing your thighs, inside you, on your breasts, you feel them everywhere he knows you're sensitive. "Cha-Chase!" You stutter, this time not out of fear. Chase makes you come time after time until you're begging him to fuck you and then fucks you until his name is the only thing you can say.

You watch Chase sit at the foot of the bed "Stay" the word is out and you can't take it back. Chase doesn't turn around. "You know I don't do that" Is voice is low and you sit, bringing your knees to your chest. "Why?" You're hoping he changes his mind and it hurts "Just tonight... Chase, you... I want more. You" "Stop. You don't know the things I've done" He moves to get up and you grab his arm, trying to stop him. "I don't care. I know you're not..." You trail off when he moves your hand from his arm and starts getting dressed. "I'm not going to stay" You lay back on the bed and let him go.

Chase had been gone for two months. He left that night and you did not hear from him, but there was still a small part of you that wished he came back. That cared and remembered.

You looked to the door and saw him come in, a serious expression in his face, your heart starts beating faster and you try not to stare, but do anyway and he notices. Chase always does, and starts making his way towards you.

'I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine Baby, can you see through the tears?'

[theinheriteddutchess]

Nobody Else

Chapter 2

Pairing: Chase Collins x reader

Word count: 2727

Chapter Warnings: murder, co-dependency, obsession, gaslighting, manipulation, possessiveness, panic disorder, childhood friends, social anxiety, best friends, angst, comfort, abuse of magic

minors dni, 18+, you know the deal

Notes: picking up where we left, I feel we got the introduction done in the first chapter and moving on. Aw usual would love to hear if you liked it 💕

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Series Masterlist

part 1

His words kept playing in your head. “You're a virgin… It's pathetic”.

Maybe it was. You never dated, you never even kissed anyone, all your peers were having fun, while you..

You stayed at home, afraid of living.

Still though, he didn't need to be mean about it. You didn't know him like that. He was never harsh with you. But you hadn't seen him in 10 years, people change. Unlike you. Maybe you needed to change too.

At lunch you decided not to sit with Chase. He was probably busy. And maybe still angry? It was better to give him some time to stop staying mad at you. You'd try to make up with him later. Apologize,  or maybe give him something he liked. You realized you didn't know that much what he liked anymore. He was on the swimming team now. But what could you get him that he didn't already have? Maybe you could make him some cookies. He used to love cookies, and he hadn't lost his sweet tooth it seemed.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a hand was laid on your waist. You froze.

“Hey y/n! How's it going?” 

Aaron. He smiled at you, unaware of your frigid stature.

“I'm fine” you squeaked, unable to stop the anxiety rushing through you at the feeling of his big hand on your body. It's warmth seeping through your shirt, and it felt like he was.. squeezing you?

“You've been avoiding me”, he tutted.

And yes, you kind of had. He was a little too harsh for your liking, and it made you feel uneasy.

“But I was hoping you'd go out with me tomorrow. There's a movie playing and I thought you might like it.”

You watched him, stunned. Go out with him? You never considered it. But maybe Chase was right. Maybe you should try to get out of your comfort zone. You could give Aaron a try, right? Just a movie. A date. It didn't have to mean anything. But it did mean you actually went out with someone. A boy was interested in you enough to ask you! And you hadn't been to the movies much, even if you had liked it before. You made up your mind and took the leap.

“Okay.”

“Okay? Yes?” Aaron started grinning widely. I'll come pick you up at around 7 then?”

“Ehm, yes ok.” You felt your breathing pick up already. You marched away instantly.. Outside. Around the corner.

A spot that was secluded a little, and sat down. Breathing deeper, your hand touching the grass next to you. Stroking over and over. The soft tiny shoots tickling your hand. It was alright. Just a date. Lots of people went on dates. You'd be fine.

—

It was not fine.

As soon as he picked you up he tried complimenting you, and kept trying to touch you. As soon as you sat down at the cinema,  his arm went behind you, and he kept trying to move his arm around you.

You wanted to protest, but you didn't want to seem a prude. Normal people did this, right? Normal people were touchy on a date. He still made you feel on edge though, and you felt this was a huge mistake.

In the back of your mind, something started prickling, and you shifted on your seat.

“I'm going to the bathroom, be right back”, you muttered and stood up, his arm falling away from you.

You rushed to the safety of the toilets, and stayed in a cubicle trying to calm down. It didn't feel right. Being here, with him. You shouldn't be with him. You should be with...

A loud knock sounded on your door. “You done? I really need to pee and you've been in here for a while.”

Ashamed you excited your safe spot and passed by the girl waiting for you to quickly disappear inside. You dreaded facing Aaron again. But you had to be mature about it. 

You barely paid attention to the movie, paid more attention where Aaron kept his hands and moved wherever they got too close. And your thoughts were on Chase.

Was he still with Kate right now? Were they kissing? Or more? Did he like her? Or was he going to sleep with her, and then decide he didn't want her anyway. Your mother warned you guys were like that often. You had to be careful.

You know she didn't want you to pick just anyone, like she had your father. How were you going to avoid that? You knew your father hadn’t always been that way. Or else she never would've married him. You would probably not exist then…

When Aaron brought you home, he listened to the radio, humming along. He didn't seem to notice something wrong, and luckily it wasn't a long trip back. Once you arrived, he insisted on bringing you to the door. It was polite so you accepted. It was a nice thing to do. You turned once you arrived at the door.

“Thanks, it was fun,” you started. It wasn't. But you didn't want to be rude.

“We should do it again soon”, he answered, before you could tell him it was once but not again.

“Ehm, I was thinking we should-” you tried finishing, but he stepped forward and pressed his mouth to yours. You stumbled back, but he wrapped his arms around you, steadying you, but also pulling you close against him. His lips tried to pry yours open, but you kept them firmly against each other. Putting a hand between you, you tried to create distance and was relieved he pulled back slightly.

He chuckled. “You're new at this, aren't you? I don't mind. I can wait. So, Saturday?”

“Saturday?” You asked, still trying to make sense of what just happened.

“Our next date. I was thinking you could watch me swim, and we could get some food after.”

Oh right, the match. Chase was going to compete too, so you were going anyway. But if you showed up, Aaron would think you were there for him. “Actually my mom needs me this weekend.” It would give you some time to think of how to tell him you didn't want to.

“Sucks! Well, next week then? I'll tell you when I'm free.” He said it sounding like it was a done deal. “I enjoyed it. I’ll see you tomorrow at school, okay?”

You nodded dumbly. Your mouth was hurting a little from the pressure you used to press your lips together. You quickly went inside. Away from the conversation. You felt awful. A little nauseous. Maybe you were coming up with something. It would be a great excuse to avoid seeing Aaron, though, not that you wanted to get sick.

—

There was a strange energy at school. People were talking and whispering to each other. Kate informed you why, when you were in class.

“They found Aaron dead,” she whispered, eyeing the teacher if he couldn't catch you. “Someone spotted his car at the side of the road, and called the police. They said he looked awful. Like maimed, or something…really creepy stuff.”

You paled. You couldn't believe what you heard. He had been fine. When he left you, you were expecting to see him today, and how he was dead?

“How? He was fine when I saw him last.” you told Kate.

“When did you see him then?” She eyed you in alert.

“Yesterday, around 10? We went to the movies.”

“You were dating?!” She said a little too loud, as some people turned their heads.

“No!” You shushed her. “We just went to a movie, and I wasn't going to see him again. He left me after dropping me off, and I swear he was fine.”

“No one's going to believe you did it,” she assured you. “The way they found him, I heard he looked really messed up. No way you would do something like that.”

“Well what if I saw him last? Maybe I should inform the police.”

She thought for a second. “Maybe. I mean if they find out you were with him yesterday, they might think you're a suspect. But if you go there first it will look better.”

“Yeah, maybe..I don't know, maybe I can give some information.”

“Do you have any?”

“I - no…but he wanted to see me Saturday, so I don't think he was expecting anything bad to happen.”

It was hard following class that day. You and Kate decided to go to the police station first chance and you were happy she was going to come with you. Chase was nowhere to be seen, you knew he was at school, he just seemed to be avoiding everyone. Or maybe just you.

It was nerve wracking at the police station, answering questions you had no answer for. They didn't seem to suspect you, though. The car was found far from your home, and your mom had been your alibi.

Everyone was discussing what happened the whole week. You were so confused about what happened. And you couldn't help wondering, what would have happened had you been there? If the person doing this to Aaron had targeted you too. It made you a little paranoid.

You didn't sleep well and you were distracted easily. You nearly fell asleep in class. Afterwards Chase stepped in next to you while you were walking to the next class.

"Come on. Let's go.” he told you.

You looked up, surprised. “Go where?”

“Home. You need a nap.”

“I can't just leave!” You said, shocked. You had never skipped a day of school if you could help it.

“You are falling asleep as we speak. You need to sleep and then we'll talk.” He said a little sternly.

Your shoulders sagged. Maybe he was right. Your eyelids hurt with exhaustion and it took so much effort to even focus on where to go.

Sensing your agreement, he had you out of the building, a hand securely at your back. It felt safe. He always looked out for you, hadn't he?

Only you didn't go your way, the car took different turns. “Where are we going?”

“I told you, home.” He turned towards you grinning.

Oh! You got it. His home. You were kind of curious. You hadn’t seen it before. And you didn't expect it to be this big either! It must've cost a fortune! Well, he had said he was rich now. You just didn't really realize it until this moment.

He ushered you through the big hall, upstairs to his bedroom. Without being told, you realized it must've been his. It looked like his stuff was there.

“You're going to sleep and I'll be here until you wake.”

You nodded. You could do that. It felt safe with him watching over you.

You took off your shoes and crawled into bed. It smelled like him, you realized. A mix of his cologne and his natural scent. You rubbed your nose against the pillow a little, unconsciously. It was soft. Everything in this bed was soft.

“Comfortable?” He sounded a little husky and you turned to look at him. There was a strange look on his face you couldn't place.

You nodded. “Yes. You're gonna stay with me?” You didn't care if it sounded pathetic, you just didn't want to be away from him right now.

“Always.”

You smiled, that sounded nice. You settled further into the sheets. “You know I never thought I would see you again.” You confessed sleepily.

“I would have found you eventually,” he answered. “Now sleep.”

And like magic, you did. 

There were no nightmares this time. No pictures of blood and gore. No fear or unrest. You just slept peacefully.

By the time you woke up, it was dark. A soft touch on your shoulder and you sat up abruptly.

“Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. It's just very late, and I promised your mom to bring you back before 10.”

“.. Late?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“It's 8. You need to eat something and we still need that talk.”

You nodded, getting ready to get out of bed.

He had ordered food. Your favorite. And you were starved. You didn't even care what he thought when you took extra portions. But he didn't seem to mind. He was watching you so carefully, like he wanted to spot everything that could be a concern. He had always been a bit caring of you.

“So, tell me what's going on with you," he told you once you sat back and was apparently finished with your dinner.

“Nothing.” You evaded.

“You're having nightmares and you're not sleeping much. Was Aaron's death that upsetting to you?” He sounded accusing.

“Of course it's upsetting that someone died! But I keep thinking, what if I was there? What would happen to me if that killer saw me. It's terrifying.” You felt selfish. You should care about Aaron more, but you were afraid for yourself instead. “Would I be dead now?”

“No.” He bit out. “Aaron was an asshole, I think whoever did it knew that. “

“Asshole or not. He didn't deserve this,” you said sadly.

“You liked him?” he suddenly asked.

“What? No, not really.”

“You went out with him!” And there was that accusing tone again. Was he hurt you hadn't told him?

“I was just trying to..” you faltered because you couldn't find the right words.

“Trying to what? Hook up with him?”

You laughed a little, unexpectedly. The thought was a little amusing even if it was the wrong time considering the subject. ‘Of course not. I couldn't do that. I just…well you said I was pathetic..I just thought I should try going on that date and not be.. Pathetic.”

“You went out with him because of that?” He seemed stunned.

“I just wanted to try, you know? I never try anything.” You shrugged smally. Feeling ridiculous.

“I like that about you.”

“That I'm boring?”

“No. That you're yourself. True. Not like those others who lie and pretend.” He walked towards you and looked you in the eyes. “You shouldn't change. And you shouldn't have listened to me. I was having a bad day and I took it out on you. I'm sorry.”

You were relieved. You hadn’t done anything wrong anyway, but you didn't like him angry with you.

“It was awful anyway.”

“Yeah?” He sounded curious.

“He was very touchy and he tried kissing me when he brought me back.”

His waterglas suddenly exploded, and you flinched. 

“Shit, hold up, let me clean that. That's what you get for buying expensive things.. It isn't always good quality.”

“I thought it would be, because it's expensive?” You said, confused.

“Apparently not. So, was it any good?”

“No. I mean, I don't know. I've never kissed before. But I didn't want to kiss him, he just grabbed me. Didn't let him though.”

“Asshole!” He told you.

“I- maybe. I'm still sad he died, though.”

“It's not your fault.”

“I know, but I just..I feel like something's wrong, you know? This feeling in my gut.”

“What do you mean?"

“I can't explain, it's going off and on…pressure in my body, or headaches. This tingling feeling like someone's watching me? It feels like I could have prevented Aaron’s death.”

“That's just your guilt speaking. And it's wrong.” Chase moved closer even. “You did nothing wrong.”

You knew he was right. It was just hard to move on, especially knowing no one was captured yet. “Whoever did this could attack again.”

He put his hand on your cheek. “I will not let anyone hurt you.”

His eyes bore into yours with a sincere expression, and you leaned into his touch. “You can't always protect me.”

“I can. And I will.” He assured you. “I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me.”

You smiled. “Didn't know you were growing up to be my hero.”

“I'm not sure if hero is the right word.” He snorted to himself.

“Me neither. But it doesn't matter. You make me feel safe.” You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into his chest. It felt warm, being around him. His arms wrapped around you, his scent in your nose, and the knowledge you weren't alone anymore.

Part 3

[jobean12-blog]

CAN U WRITE A THING WHERE YOUR MAKING OUT WITH UR BOYFRIEND CHASE COLLINS AT NICKYS AND YOU NOTICE HE HAS A BRUISE ON HIS CHEEK BUT HE DOESNT TELL U BUT CALEB DOES AND U FIND AARON AND SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM AND CHASE IS LIKE YEPP THATS MY GIRL

That’s My Girl! 

Pairings: Chase Collins x Reader

Word Count: 599

Summary: Sticking up for your boyfriend is major turn on for him ;)

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request, this was a fun one to write, I hope you enjoy it! :) 

Warnings: slight angst, tiny bit of implied smut, some sort of fluff too 

You scan the dimly lit bar for your boyfriend as the faint smell of alcohol invades your nostrils. You feel him before you see him, turning to stare into the most perfect blue eyes as you find Chase seated at the bar and beckoning you over with the crook of his finger.

You meander through the crowd, smiling the whole time, and throw your hands around his neck. Before he even gets out a ‘hello’ your lips are on his and he’s groaning into your mouth. He pulls you between his legs and cards his fingers through your hair as you two begin a hot and heavy make out session right then and there.

Chase grabs your ass causing you to pull away from his lips with a squeal and you give his hair a yank. That’s when you notice it, the black and blue bruise under his left eye, slightly swollen and red. “Omg, Chase, baby what happened to your eye?” your face fills with concern and you gently caress his cheek. “Nothing to worry about sweetheart, I’m totally fine and you should see the other guy,” he smirks at you, silencing you with another kiss.

As much as you want to continue making out with your boyfriend you’re too upset about his injury, “Chase, don’t try to distract me, what the hell happened?” He lets out a sigh and just as he is about to give you some lame story about bumping into the door Caleb saunters over, “hey y/n, did you hear Aaron gave your boy that sweet shiner,” Caleb says with a laugh. Chase gives Caleb a death stare and pulls you closer, whispering, “let’s get out of here baby and continue what we started without the interruptions.”

You give Caleb a look, mouthing “whatever” and grab Chase’s hand to leave. As you head toward the exit you catch sight of Aaron seated in the corner, head in his hands and you can’t stop yourself from stomping over, “hey asshole, what the fuck is your problem, why are you laying hands on my man,” you screech out, not caring who hears. Aaron cringes and looks up as you take in his face, split lip, dried blood under his nose and a bruise worse than the one Chase has under his eye.

Now it’s your turn to cringe, “shit, maybe I should have asked why my man beat the crap out of you,” you say as Aaron starts to get up from the table. Your finger lands on his chest and you forcefully push him back down, eyes dark and fierce, “don’t you even think about saying shit to me or Chase, I don’t wanna hear it, I’ll kick your ass all over again. Got it?” you seethe, looking as intimidating as you can. Aaron raises his hands in defeat and mumbles something incoherent under his breath, “yea, that’s what I thought dickhead, next time you wanna start shit, pick someone you can actually handle!”

You turn to find Chase grinning at you proudly and he scoops you up into his arms and carries you out the door. “Sweetheart, that was amazing, thanks for having my back and I’m not gonna lie, my jeans are too tight after that little show,” Chase says with a sly look. You jump from his arms and push him against the wall of the bar, running your hands down his chest and palming his hard on, “let’s get home and get you out of these clothes then,” you flirt giving him a chaste kiss before running to the car.

[bad4mais]

THE BIGGEST DORK!! I LOVE HIM🥺

[mypoisonedvine]

saturday night sleepover masterlist (always updating!)

to keep my main masterlist from getting too big (hint: it’s already too big) I will be putting all the headcanon and drabble requests I fill during my saturday night sleepovers here!  I’ll update every week (hopefully on sunday but we’ll see)

2/13

lee bodecker with a shy reader

yandere!lance tucker

alpha!ransom and omega!reader

stucky x petite!reader

epilogue for bankrupt

epilogue for the wrong idea (which already has 5 or so epilogues but this is a bonus one and the furthest in the future)

fluff with daddy!bucky and little!reader

dark!bruce banner

follow-up to home for the holidays set on valentine’s day

2/20

soft!dark nomad!steve

comforting bucky after a nightmare (but smuttier than the last time I wrote that lol)

epilogue for the perfect fit

dark!ransom kidnaps the reader

dark-ish/yandere alpha!ransom

you find out (dark/yandere) bucky planned your entire lives and manipulated you

alpha!charles blackwood

forced into a breeding experiment with the winter soldier

calling bruce ‘dr. banner’ during sex

2/27

alpha!freezy

daddy!lee x little!reader

unrequited love angst with bucky

dark!therapist!bucky ‘helps’ his married client

kiss prompts:

‘Kiss Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing’ with mafia!bucky

‘When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More’ with jake jensen

‘War’s End Kiss’ with bucky

‘Kiss Under a Full Moon’ with dark!chase collins

‘Needing To Kiss To Hide From Bad Guys’ with johnny storm

‘Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing’ with johnny storm

‘Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up’ with ransom drysdale

3/6

dark!lee is inexplicably in 2021

dark!jake is your roommate

gunplay with the winter soldier

sharing a room with stucky

dark!40s!steve is obsessed with a singer

soft!dark alpha!bruce

dark!alpha!bruce

dialogue prompts:

"do you see them when you look at me?" with bucky

"we should skinny dip" with jake jensen

"on your knees" and "I'm gonna ruin that pretty makeup" with freezy

"I trust you. do it." with bruce

"lipstick's a good look on you" with lance tucker

3/13

alpha!40s bucky and omega!reader + part 2

soft!dark mike weiss and his nurse

soft daddy lee helps the reader relax

breeding and jealousy with dark!sam

breeding and biting with alpha!ransom

fluff with soft!lance tucker

yandere prompts: (all dark!)

“that fits you so well! no it’s not too revealing!” + “come here baby” with lee

“stay still! you don’t want to make me angry” with jefferson

“these are yours? I had no idea!” with jake jensen

“baby come out wherever you are” with nat, bruce, and peter

“this hurts? imagine your girl flirting with other men” with soft!dark lee

“I wonder how much more you can take of this until you finally break” + “I love how you beg for me to stop” with daddy!jake jensen

“get up! it’d be a pain to have to drag you” with loki

3/20

cuddling with daddy!bucky

soft!dark jake jensen a/b/o

lee bodecker and sister!reader (warning: incest)

soft!dark alphas ransom and andy

soft!dark(ish) jefferson with stepsister!reader (warning: stepcest)

alpha!tony with a breeding kink

more fluff with soft!lance tucker

soft!dark alpha bruce

mini-sequel for the martyrdom of st. valentine (warning: slightly stepcest?  fostercest? is that a thing?)

dark!bucky makes ‘amends’ (slight tfatws ep 1 spoilers)

4/10

comforting bucky after he is deprogrammed in wakanda

shower sex with johnny storm

mini-sequel to dishonorable discharge  (warning: incest, dark)

comforting chubby!charles blackwood

hooking up with alt!bucky

touchstarved!zemo

soft!lance tucker comforts the reader

dark!chase collins plans to create the perfect heir with his half-sister  (warning: incest)

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader  (warning: incest)

4/17

daddy!stucky and little!reader

stepbrother!peter parker (warning: stepcest)

soft!dark zemo takes you with him when he escapes

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader, part two (warning: incest)

dark!steve with breeding and size kinks

sam lets bucky and steve watch

pet play with lance tucker

dumbification kink with jake wyler

4/24

dark!daddy!bruce ignores the safe word

yandere!peter parker is your barista

dark!bucky shares you with his friends

sub!zemo with mommy kink 

you only marry zemo to have his heir but catch real feelings (+ part 2)

5/1

daddy!zemo and little!reader plus dumbification and aftercare

dark!carter baizen bullies the reader

[brief ramble about dark!laszlo kreizler]

sequel to dark!lee in 2021

sub!laszlo kreizler

soft!dark, brother!jake jensen (warning: incest)

continuation for peaches & cream

vampire!zemo

5/8

random drabble about young!zemo

3-in-1: enemies to lovers with zemo, fake dating with bucky, and sharing a bed with bruce

the return of soft!lance

escort!bucky

arranged marriage with zemo

soft!dark sharon (kinda?)

5/22

free use with stucky

dark!laszlo kreizler coerces a virgin patient

domme!pepper potts 

epilogue for twice

yandere!alex kerner

hooking up with anthony mackie in his trailer

5/29

soft!dark sharon carter

somnophilia and breeding with dark!zemo

aunt may with bondage and mommy kink

yandere!andrea marowski

dark!ransom and mr. freezy kidnapping

headcanons about daniel brühl with an injured SO

6/5

dark!din djarin wants a replacement child

dark!charles blackwood and his half-sister (warning: incest/halfcest)

yandere!skinny!steve stalks a stripper!reader

sharon shares her pet with sam, bucky, and zemo

anal with zemo

dark!obi wan ‘trains’ his padawan

pure fluff with jake jensen

yandere!david kern

6/12

you and bucky are sharon’s playthings

andy barber freely uses his housewife

somnophilia with daddy!bucky

dark!loki as d.b. cooper

laszlo helps you during a panic attack (male reader)

alex kerner gets angry when you accuse him of cheating (soft!dark...?)

dubcon breastfeeding with natasha

general hux with a breeding kink

6/19

how mobius and bunny first got together (prequel to loop)

alpha!zemo in the raft

sub!loki and domme!reader

7/10

dark!heike and helmut breed you

a deep dive into bucky’s kinks

mobius and bunny try something new

quick blurbs about (most of) the bruhl bunch

mob!zemo punishes you for hiding something from him

how bucky would react to petnames

7/17

dark!alpha!mobius

making a deal with demon!zemo

just a ramble about laszlo teaching his wife to enjoy sex

alpha!laszlo when you go into heat

free use with peter parker

8/7

sub!colonel!zemo has a knife kink

ceo!thor with a naive new secretary

breeding kink with alex kerner

laszlo teaches his sheltered wife to love sex (continuation of this)

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J. Snow's Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Hello, my lovely readers :) Thank you for taking the time to view this post! I really appreciate you. Below you will find my Kinktober 2022 Bingo Card and the prompts list below it. They will be hyperlinked with the completed fics. Thank you for reading! :)

Age Gap - Canvas of Love - Scott Huffman x F!Reader - Also Written For Sebastian Stan Bingo and AFG Angst Bingo

Bedsharing - One Night Only - Chase Collins x F!Reader - Also Written For Sebastian Stan Bingo

Daddy Kink - Scream - Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Human!Female!Reader - Also Written For AFG AU Bingo and Bucky Barnes Bingo

Edging - Right On The Edge - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Electrostimulation - Thunderstruck - Ragnarok!Thor x F!Reader - Also Written For Ultimate Chris Bingo

Frottage - Dirty Little Secret - Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan - Also written for Ultimate Chris Bingo, Sebastian Stan Bingo, LGBTQ+ Bingo, AFG Angst Bingo, and AFG Fluff Bingo

Gun Play - Barrel of a .45 - Nick Fowler x F!Reader - Also Written For AFG Angst Bingo, AFG Fluff Bingo, Bad Things Happen Bingo, and Sebastian Stan Bingo.

Knife Play - Limitless - TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (Expired: Posted 11/1/2022)

Masturbation - Ask Me Nicely - Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Praise Kink - Unwind - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Pregnancy - It Takes Two - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader - Also Written For Bucky Barnes Bingo, AFG Fluff Bingo and Bad Things Happen Bingo

Sex Pollen - Love Dust - Beefy!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader - Also Written For Bucky Barnes Bingo and Bad Things Happen Bingo

Spanking - Don't Test Me - Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Thigh Riding - I Can Read Your Mind You Know - Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader - Also Written For LGBTQ+ Bingo

Uniform Kink - Cuff Me - Sheriff Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Voyeurism - Obedience - Chris Evans x Actor!Female!Reader x Sebastian Stan - Also Written For AFG AU Bingo