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choerrysjubiles · 1 month ago

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Wetlook

Pairing: Anton x fem!reader

Warning: smut! pool sex (kinda), unprotected sex

Wc: 1.8k

A/n: i want him wet and sopping like a pervert 😵‍💫

Anton always considered you to be his good luck charm. He loved getting little gifts from you and wearing them for special occasions. Using phone cases and charms, keeping little plushies with him or decorating his room, wearing special jewelry or clothing you gifted him.

What he loved more than reminders of you was you in the flesh. Seeing you at concerts and events, seeing you help him practice swimming, going on vacations together. Nothing bad could happen when you were near him.

You found his love for swimming endearing, always cheering him on even when he was swimming warm up laps. You far from the professional coaches he’s trained with, but knowing your eyes were following him throughout the water and carefully timing him made Anton feel stronger and better when swimming.

He loves how happy you get to be there for him, admiring him throughout all of his endeavors, idol or other.

Finding time off, you were quick to plan a vacation together. You took time off of work well before the trip to ensure you had as much time with Anton as possible. Together you were relaxing in a hotel, opting to spend the first few days in bed before actually sight seeing later on your trip.

You booked this hotel for their olympic sized swimming pool, something you knew Anton would love to see. Even if he didn’t want to swim a lot, you thought he should have the option for this more than anything.

Your first day was spent in bed together, cuddling and ordering room service as you both slept away the stress and recharged in the soft bedding of your room. Waking up, you and Anton felt perfectly rested, able to get up and not feel groggy.

After breakfast, Anton mentioned wanting to see their pool.

“You don’t have to, so soon.”

“No way,” He laughed, “you booked this specially for me! Of course I’m gonna check it out.”

You both made your way towards the pool, carefully covering the swimwear you were in while in the main lobby area. It was in the back half of the hotel, having two french doors open to the sunlit pool. The scent of chlorine was fragrant but not strong, just enough to notice.

You saw Anton warm up, stretching his large arms and jog around to warm his body up. He splashed some water onto his chest before jumping in. You noticed how the swimming shirt stuck around his pecs, sculpting them and broadening his torso.

You bit your thumb and tried shaking those thoughts away. Setting your things down as he began moving throughout the water. You watched him take some practice laps, getting used to the water before he began swimming faster. His arms gliding through the water as he swam, the splashing water spraying everywhere as he reached the end of the pool before diving under and turning around. He was able to stay under the water for a good while before swimming up and catching his breath between strokes.

Reaching back to the wall, he was panting. Floating on the water before asking you to time him.

“Of course.” You smile.

You grabbed the timer as he kneeled in place on the concrete, you gave him a count of three before he soared into the air. Moving into the water, he was quick, able to swim to the middle of the pool far faster than his warm up laps.

You looked around, noticing how little people were here. Scratch that, how no people were here. Anton arrived at the end and you pressed the timer. Telling him his time as he stepped out of the water, grabbing his water bottle to get a drink before sitting down.

“Ah, thank you, y/n. I really love this.”

“Of course.” You kissed his cheek.

“You’re alright?”

“Yeah! I’m just surprised no one’s here. Usually pools are super packed.”

“Doesn’t this place has an outdoor pool, too? Probably there.”

You nodded.

Every time you tried keeping your thoughts straight you’d see how flushed his cheeks were or how tight his shirt was.

“This is really uncomfortable, can you help me?” Anton asked, pulling up the hem of his shirt.

You felt your cheeks warm, “Here.”

You helped pull his shirt up, rolling the fabric up before pulling it over his head to slide down his arms.

“Are you alright, you look a little warm?”

“I’m fine!” You laugh, “Nothing’s wrong, just might be a little-” You tried thinking of some excuse but the time is trying to beat against you.

“Oh, y/n.” He smirked, “Are you?”

“No way.” You shook your head.

“It happens.”

“Not in public, Anton Lee.”

He laughed, “I’d hardly call this public.”

He hands held onto your hips, guiding you closer as he looked up at you.

“What started it? Are you just needy for me?”

“Anton.” You spoke sternly.

His hands drug down to your thighs, feeling how your legs shook as he moved past your pelvis.

“If you want, I could have sex now.” He laid a kiss on your thigh.

“This is so open.” You thought aloud, feeling your face warm even more.

His hands wrapped to hold your ass, “But we’re the only ones here.”

“There could be cameras.”

Anton looked upwards, looking around where the doors were, seeing no possible camera to catch the two of you here.

He pulled you down onto his lap, kissing you as you caved in. He held you up and against him as he basked in the sight of you being so desperate for him. Feeling your hips rut against him as you groaned against his lips.

“Was it me exercising? You like seeing my muscles?” He asked, lips pressed against your ear.

“You’re shirt.” You confessed.

“My shirt?” Anton dropped the sultry voice for a second, purely confused.

“It clung to your chest and muscles,” your hips ground against his again, “you looked really hot.”

“Should I put it back on?”

“No-”

“But you wanna see me wet, huh?”

You took a deep breath.

“That’s it, you wanna see me,” Anton ground himself against your core, “wet and soaked.”

“Yes.” You moaned.

“Let’s hop in.” He picked you up.

“Anton no, this is a pool.”

“It’s fine. Can’t be the first time.”

“Anton-“

He walked you two over to the edge of the pool, letting you fall to your feet as he hopped in.

“Sit on the edge.”

You slowly walked over, sitting down with your legs dangling into the water. He walked closer, standing right by your legs and pelvis. His hands reached out and rubbed your thighs, slowly spreading your thighs as he leaned in closer.

“Can I eat you out?”

“Fuck, please.”

He pulled you closer, pulling your bottoms off before seeing just how wet you were.

“What I would’ve done if I’d knew this sooner.”

“I didn’t even know this before.” You confessed.

He drug his finger along your folds, slowly pushing his pointer finger in. Leaning in, he began lapping at your clit, occasionally licking and slurping up the arousal you were dripping out. Everything felt heightened, his tongue felt hotter and heavier, his fingers reached deeper inside you, the tile was freezing underneath you.

Anton added a finger as he moved down, nose bumping your clit as his tongue lapped at the cum circling his fingers. Your moans grew louder as you felt your legs and core freeze, cumming so quickly as Anton lapped at your core.

You could barely catch your breath as Anton was asking for more.

He pulled you closer off of the edge, “Come in.”

You slipped into the pool, his arms holding you up before you leaned onto your elbows, backed up against the edge of the pool.

He pulled your top down, pushing your boobs outward as he latched onto them. Tongue swirling around the flesh as you began moaning.

“Anton.”

“Your tits look amazing. I see why you like a wet look.”

His hands moved to pinch your nipples, tongue slurping against the bud before wrapping his arms around your waist, pushing his chest against yours. He rubbed his skin against you, further stimulating your sensitive nipples.

His hands moved under the water, rubbing your clit as his mouth stayed latched onto your breast. He pushed his fingers back in, thrusting faster and harder into your pussy.

“Anton, fuck.” You moaned, feeling your hips buck towards him.

He switched between both breasts, teeth occasionally grazing your flushed nipples as he pumped his fingers into you.

“Anton, I’m so close.”

“You can cum anytime, baby.”

Your hips bucked a few more times before you felt yourself come undone. Feeling the clamp and spasm of your walls around his fingers as he stayed attached to your breasts. Pulling his fingers out, his pushed both of your breasts together, kissing and lapping his tongue against them.

“Can I put my dick in you?”

“Please.” You whine.

He got out of the pool, helping you onto the tile. Moving further from the edge, he took his shorts off, revealing his aching penis. Aligning with your entrance, he pushed all the way in. He groaned as he bottomed out as you felt every ounce of air leave your lungs. Taking a deep breath, you began sighing.

“Are you alright?”

“Anton.” You whined.

“Should I move.”

“Please.”

He pulled out before pushing back in, you could feel every vein and curve along his dick. Your head fell back as you were engulfed in pleasure, feeling him stretch you out beyond comprehension.

“Baby, we just started, are you gonna cum again.” He laughed, beginning to speed up.

You grabbed onto his arm, gasping, “I might.”

Anton continued thrusting into you, his head falling forward as he felt your pussy clench around him. His eyes were glued to where you were swallowing him up, quickly speeding up as he saw your hand move to rub your clit.

His hand moved to your stomach, adding pressure as you squeezed around him. His balls slapping against your ass as your moans grew louder. Your grip stayed tight, feeling him stretch you out amazingly as you were in ecstasy.

“Yes.” Your back arched as he continued fucking into you.

His hands moved to pinch along your nipples. Massaging your breasts as you were on cloud nine.

“Harder.” You gasped.

Anton began pumping into you, slower but stronger.

Your back continued arching as you began moaning even louder, if you weren’t so fucked out you would be afraid of someone coming.

“I’m gonna cum, Anton.”

“You’re cumming?”

“I’m gonna cum.”

You felt your walls close in as Anton held your head in place, holding eye contact as you both began cumming. His hips still moving as he filled you with cum. Slowly pulling out, Anton was quick to get something to clean you up with.

Returning to you, he gently wiped at your core. Gathering as much of your mixed cum as he could before handing you your swimsuit back.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Of course. Do you have enough energy to walk around?”

“Yeah, I just need a minute.”

Anton helped lay you out onto one of the pool chairs, catching your breath before enjoying the rest of your time there.

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bejeweledinterludes · 2 months ago

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morre dean hc i dare you

anon are you living in my phone because how did you know i had a list in my notes app of my way too niche (and definitely self-indulgent) dean headcanons… anyways enjoy!

── .✦ ⌈ my headcanons for dean winchester. ⌋

『 part 6 of @bejeweledinterludes’ headcanons series. 』

consider this a little gift for y’all before i log off for finals hehe. see you soon! ily! <3

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> dean winchester has a hunting journal, just like his dad’s. he’d started one in his early twenties because of his dad, actually— mostly to store numbers, addresses, etc. and over time (along with the evolution of technology), dean wrote in it less and less— but sometimes when there was a newspaper clipping, ticket stub, or a flyer from a hunt, he slipped it between the pages; as a reminder. a memory. so he wouldn’t forget.

and on nights when he felt drunk brave enough, he flipped through the pages of both his and his dad’s journals, for the nostalgia— or maybe the fact that it used to be so simple back then.

> while dean is definitely a hardcore metalhead when it comes to music, he also is a secret avid enjoyer of yacht rock. michael mcdonald, toto, the doobie brothers, player— you name it, dean knew the songs.

and when sam had heard the tunes of christopher cross’ sailing pierce through the walls of the bunker, he raised a brow, searching the place— only to find the source was dean’s record player in the garage as he was washing baby.

> it’s canon in my head that dean still wore jewelry, even though we don’t see literally any (besides his watch) in the later seasons. yes, his watch is still there, but he still has that silver ring— and i’d also like to think that he has the samulet somewhere, too (cas got it back for him), even though he doesn’t wear it anymore.

> it’s also canon that dean is a patrick swayze fan— but what i like to believe is that his favorite movie of swayze’s when he was younger was roadhouse because dean saw himself in dalton (or just wanted to be like him too).

his favorite movie of swayze’s now, though? dirty dancing. because swayze always gets a pass (and nobody puts baby in a corner).

> we see this quite often in the show, but it has to be reiterated— dean always sits in the back of bars, diners, or offices against the wall in a corner, in view of every single exit. same thing goes for walking on the streets too. the man is always, always, always aware. because he has to be.

call it hunter’s instinct or just plain being aware of your surroundings— either way, he’s assessing every single place he walks into, hypothetical situations already rolling: along with how fast can we get out of here and scanning every head he can see as soon as he walks in the door.

> this is kinda random but it must be said: he’d totally belive ai generated stuff. and sam would just *sighs and pinches forehead in his sam way* “dean—”

> this is technically (?????) canon too, but dean has a lot of physical media. cassettes, cds, records, dvds, magazines, etc. some are from childhood and his early adult years, some are things he found at the thrift store. he also hates streaming services, and prefers watching the movies he owns (because then he knows what’s gonna happen already).

> dean likes sweet coffee drinks. yes he drinks black drip coffee most times, because it’s cheap, fast, and easily available in most places— but it’s not his favorite. he loves a white mocha most days and he’s a sucker for a pumpkin spice latte in the fall (not in front of sam though).

> and last but not least: dean winchester is as smart as a motherfucker. we’ve seen this many times throughout the show already as well, but i don’t care! i’ll shout it from the rooftops! dean is smart— street smart. because he knows how to talk to people and get what he wants out of them, knows how to read someone’s emotions / body language, and has some crazy quick critical thinking skills when it counts. which is what makes him such a good hunter.

buttttt don’t get me wrong, dean is book smart. not nearly as much as sam, but he can easily manage, because dean had to do all the research himself when sam was away at college— essentially forced to learn, and to know how to navigate old lore books and records.

now, though, dean lets that burden fall on sam (for the most part), since sam’s read all the books in the bunker (twice).

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sapphic-smau · 3 months ago

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|Pairings: Lucy Chen x Fem!reader; Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen x Fem!Reader platonic friendship. | Rating: M | TW: Pregnancy, police work, violence, cussing, drinking, implied smut. | Word Count:

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I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing, my wife’s legs were tangled with mine and since there was no light coming through the window I knew it had to be my phone. “turn your phone off before it wakes up El, it took me forever to get her down last night” Lucy groaned before turning away from me. I grabbed the phone and answered “This is Chen” the line was silent before I heard someone clear their throat, “Wait did I call the wrong Officer? Is this K9 Chen?” I groaned, “yep this is she, what can I do for you.” “We need a K-9 unit on stand by and Sgt. Grey said to call you.” I sat up and prepared to start my day at 1:30am. “Give me 15 minutes and I’ll head in.” I hung up the phone and leaned over kissing Lucy on the head. Thankfully when we bought the house our closest is in our bathroom which means we don’t wake each other up on days like this.

I threw on my uniform, my vest, and my rig belt, opened the safe and grabbed my service weapon. When I was fixing my hair the door opened and a very sleepy Lucy was staring at me, “Did we actually think being parents and both being on patrol would be easy? Plus you being on call 24/7. Tell Grey to hire another K-9.” I chuckled lightly, “Right, because Grey listens to me. On the other hand, we do have a really cute kid, so sleepless nights are worth it.” When Lucy finished using the bathroom she walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, I could smell the scent of her shampoo. “I have to go my love.” I smiled and gave her a quick kiss. She groaned loudly and went back to bed.

I walked quietly into my daughter’s room and kissed her on the forehead. I heard my K-9 Rocky standing up in his kennel, I bent down and opened the door letting him out. I clipped on his vest and his collar, “let’s go buddy.” I grabbed my backpack and my water bottle, and walked out the door to head to the detail.

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I met Lucy, Juarez, Lopez, Harper, Nolan and Bradford at our local diner near the station. When I parked I saw my wife and best friend talking outside near the entrance, walking up I heard Lucy say “I just think we should have one more while El is still young enough to be able to play with the new baby!” Juarez chuckled “getting her to sign off on that will be tough, after your pregnancy with El and the delivery scare I don’t know if she will ever recover from that.” I cleared my throat once I was close enough, and kissed Lucy on the cheek. “Let’s go eat.”

I zoned out at the table as there were 4 different conversations happening. Is she serious about wanting another baby…? "Babe, hello, earth to my wife.." I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Lucy's worried face, "Hm?" I looked around the table at our friends staring at me, "What's wrong?" Juarez raised her eyebrow. I smiled "Sorry, i was thinking about how tired I am right now." Bradford laughed "Fuck off Bradford." I flipped him off. Lucy rested her hand on my upper thigh, "Tim be nice, also can you take El this weekend? I would like to have my wife back after all of these extra hours." Tim looked at Lucy and I smirking, "holy shit, Chen actually talked you into having another baby didn't she?" I could tell my face was red, I looked over at Lucy and smiled, "we are still talking about it."

Angela, Celina, Nyla, and Tim were all talking about the idea of us having another baby when a shots fired call came over our radios. I took out a hundred-dollar bill and tossed it on the table, as all five of us took off running out of the door. I stopped dead in my tracks when a scream came over the radio, "Officer Down."

Fuck.

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kinbedo · 7 months ago

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Saving him from some Abyss Monsters

Kinich x reader

A/n: He's usually the one protecting people close to him, and I just want to make him feel protected too :((

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Kinich always believed that he had to do things on his own. A tough negotiator, he knows better than anyone else that all things come at a price. Thus, to avoid being indebted to anyone, he preferred doing things on his own from a very tender age.

Some people don't like him because he always charges mora for his services- he's aware, but he never bothered with the opinions of others. There's only a select few for whom he would do favours for "free", if he feels like it that is. (And even then, "free" just means without mora, but in return for other valuables or acts of service like with Mualani or Kachina).

Thus, even when he saw the commission with "unknown details" and with a "threat potentially greater than a few rabid saurians", he did not bother asking for more details, or bringing anyone to back him up.

Bad decision, he realises, pushed to a corner by abyssal beasts. The "rabid saurians" he had to take out, had already been taken out. A small group consisting of yumkasaurs and koholasaurs slaughtered by the mimiflora, who now took on the form of the dead beasts.

An abyssal pylon must be nearby, the frequency of the monsters confirms it, but it doesn't seem to be in plain sight.

"Ah your foolishness will finally lead to your doom! This HAS to be the moment I, the Great Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw, have been waiting for. Now rejoice! For once I have taken over your mortal form, I shall grant you the mercy of avenging you." The pixelated being floats higher into the sky, perhaps to get a better view of Kinich's current predicament.

"You talk too much." Kinich growls, not sparing even a glance to Ajaw, long used to his antics.

He effectively shields himself with his greatsword from another one of the beast's attacks while another tries to claw at his abdomen. He wasn't caught off-guard by the number of enemies, merely outwitted. In any other situation, all he had to do was destroy the pylon, and defeat the remaining beasts.

If only the pylon were in sight...

Kinich barely dodges the yumkasaur that leaps at him, his braids coming undone. He's panicking a bit now, being reminded of the time he died in the Night Warden Wars, but he doesn't intend to retreat, not yet.

If only the pylon were in sight....

"Lean backwards! Quick!"

He hears a voice, and instinctively obeys. However, he isn't sure if he moved in time, as he feels a warm liquid seeping through his pants near his calf.

Blood.

With his leg injured, he's bound to be held back even more now. Kinich gazes down at his bleeding leg, and lifts his head just in time to see shards of ice appear in front of him, creating a barrier between him and the mimiflora.

"Delivery for 'Malipo' Kinich! Chief Wayna told me you'd be here. You were gone for longer than usual, and he started getting antsy." You used your rope to swing to Kinich's side, a small smile on your face and your polearm in tow.

"UggHH YOU MEASLY INSECT! HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THE PROCESS THROUGH WHICH I COULD HAVE ATTAINED THIS GRASSHOPPER'S MORTAL FORM." A very red Ajaw slowly descended downwards to where the both of you stood, causing you to chuckle.

"My apologies, Great Dragonlord," you tease, "but it's not over yet."

"There has to be an abyssal pylon nearby, I just don't know where," the saurian hunter states, bracing himself for the approaching mitachurl.

"Ah yeah, those things. It's up there." Kinich follows your gaze and notices the tiny blackhole hidden behind a foliage. Ah, so that's why he didn't notice it.

"You're injured. You probably won't be able to stand the attacks." You quickly assess his stumbling form.

"No I ca-"

"Deal with the pylon, I'll deal with the monsters." With a quick spin of your polearm, you charge at the mitachurl, swiftly cutting through its mask before using your cryo vision to freeze the surrounding hilichurls in place. Kinich watches your stable form hindered by his bangs. A bead of sweat dripping down to his chin.

"You lowly SERVANT. Are you really just going to stand here? Make a choice you dimwit." Ajaw screeches.

The saurian hunter regains his composure at this, quickly flicking his hair to the side and using his grappling hooks to reach the branch. He glances at your fighting form one last time before dealing with the pylon.

The cries of the hilichurls dies down almost immediately. Relaxing, Kinich stumbles down to the ground, realising the weakness in his legs. And his bleeding wound. He sighs as you approach him.

"What do you want in return for saving me?"

You don't reply, instead you kneel down by his side to assess his leg. "Here, let me cool it down." Cryo energy flows around the blood-stained claw marks, making the hunter hiss in pain.

"Give me your hand, I'll take you back to the tribe. Cryo isn't the best substitute for an ice-pack."

"No, it's alright. I'll get back on my own. I don't want to be indebted to anyone."

"Hmm..." placing a hand on your chin, you pretend to think as a smile creeps up on your face. "You asked me if I wanted something in return, correct?"

"Yes?"

"Well, in return for saving your life, I would like for you to listen to me and let me help you."

"But that would only make me more indebted to you-"

"I'm not really seeking for anything in return. But since you don't take things for free, I'm asking for your compliance."

"..."

"Please, Kinich. Help me help you."

Sighing, he takes your outstretched hand, letting you take the lead back to the tribe.

"HAH. So my lowly servant decides to succumb to someone else. SO MUCH for not taking favours. Hey wait- ARE EITHER OF YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME. DON'T LEAVE ME BEHIND YOU MORTALS."

Well, that's another headache for Kinich to deal with- finding a way to repay you.

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Thank you for motivating me into writing a Kinich fic <3 @aurumalatus

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#kinich x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kinich #kinich x you #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines

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pamarik · 4 days ago

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❥ I Work Here..

(੭ᵔ.ᵔ)੭ Tanaka x Reader wink wink where he miserably tries to flirt with you during your part-time job after he finished volleyball practice… and you’re too busy panicking over what is being said to realize you’ve just become his love at first sight.

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Your sighs fill the empty store, the shift feeling longer than usual thanks to the lack of customers. The sun was already setting, casting an orange hue into the store, and the ambient sound of the ceiling fan seemed to be the only noise besides your own. That past hour you’ve been reciting common phrases, making sure you’d greet your customers correctly. After all, 4 months in Japan is practically nothing when it comes down to learning the language. Just 30 more minutes, was what you kept repeating to yourself. Finally, you got up and decided to distract yourself with a few easy tasks. Counting money, sweeping the floor, restocking the shelves, whatever came to mind really. As you were peacefully restocking the shelves, humming a tune that had engrained itself in your head, there was a gruff, exhausted voice outside the shop that sounded oddly familiar, followed by several footsteps.

“those damned brats have been hit one too many times on their heads, I swear on it”, coach Ukai exclaimed. The hours of coaching he had to endure were evident in his voice. You give your tired boss a pitiful yet understanding smile, you can’t help but to chuckle at his state.

You dart back to the counter, mentally embracing yourself to speak the damned language you’ve been sweating over for the last four months now. In the distance, you could hear 2 synchronized voices getting louder and louder, along with their never-ending footsteps. Suddenly, the doors burst open, followed by a loud screech of victory. You looked over to where the screech came from and saw a boy with bright orange hair, and behind him followed a boy taller than him, with black hair.

‘’HA! first place like always, sheesh man, ya getting old or something?’’ the ginger chuckles in a rather sinister manner at his black haired friend, standing proudly with his chest puffed, arms on his hips.

The raven haired boy crocked an eyebrow as he threw a salty expression at his friend ‘’I’m literally younger than you-! besides, you were already running off when you said race me’’ he huffed, ‘’excuses excuses, at the end of the day, the victory is MINE!’’

“Whatever makes you sleep at night, gnome” Kageyama growled as he walked deeper into the store, leaving his short friend baffled by his bitter comment, shortly after he caught up with him, not letting it go. They devolve into low-grade chaos, smacking at each other with whatever’s in reach—plastic baskets, their bags, a rolled-up flyer someone left on the counter. You watch, unamused, as they circle each other near the freezers like two toddlers fueled by rage and electrolytes.

Slapping on your best customer-service smile, you greet each and every one of the nasty smelling volleyball players that followed short after. Some too hyped over oily pork buns to even notice you, others giving you a quick bow or maybe a glance if you’re lucky. Voice steady but stiff, like it’s clinging to the script you’ve been practicing on loop in your head. dang it.

Just as you start to relax—your shoulders beginning to fall from their stiff guard, the second wave hits.Two more banshee screeches. Two more customers…both sweaty…good lord. One is comically shorter than his bald friend, who barrels through the tiny entrance like he’s being chased. The team scatters across the tiny shop like it’s a battlefield. Dachi, you think- browses the drinks with two other players that don’t look as feral as some of them. At the far end, the green and blonde duo are seriously contemplating the cheap bags of chips like they’re picking out fine wine. Your nose scrunches slightly, seriously? Greasy pork buns and radioactive cheesy chips? Figures. Who needs actual nutrition when you can get bulk up on grease and artificial cheese?

You scan the noisy group, eyes sunken deep, already begging for mercy as a silent plea for them to hurry urges to go past your lips. The sheer cloud of sweat, noise, and unchecked teenage testosterone hanging in the air makes your brain short-circuit. can’t this day go by any faster ohmygod it stinks so bad here I wanna cry-

Wait, wasn’t the baldie just with his spikey haired friend? That’s when your fried brain finally registers it, no sign of the bald one. Annoyance twitches in your chest, you look around again, still nothing. Your exhaustion was catching up even faster with your irritation. You swore, if any of them tries something stupid- jesus christ.

There he was—the bald one, in all his… baldly glory. Standing like a deer caught in headlights, staring at you like you’re the car, ready to run him over. As he notices you looking back, his jaw slowly drops, and his expression shifts into something you can’t quite place. You start to feel a little creeped out, and way too self-aware. Was there something on your face?

“Tanaka, the cream soda or strawberry citrus?” his spiky-haired friend calls out, not even turning to look at him.

Baldie—or well, Tanaka, is still staring. This time, his eyes even widened a little. Gosh, that weirdo. What the hell is up with him? Or is something up with me? What if I greeted them wrong and accidentally said something offensive? Or—wait—did I say out loud that they stink?

fuck.

“Man c’mon, citrus or cream soda?” his friend says again loudly this time, sounding impatient. The words snap you out of your daze, but only momentarily. He turns toward Tanaka who is staring right into your soul, then glances at you with a puzzled look, the gears in his head working overtime to figure out what's going on before it clicks.

“Not this again,” he mutters, clearly annoyed, disappointed yet not surprised.

The tension of Tanaka’s stare is making your brain go fuzzy, not in a good way. All the Japanese you’ve studied seems to vanish into thin air, you can’t understand a single thing being said now. You shift under his gaze, pretending you don’t see him. Wow. That wall? Beautiful. A masterpiece even. You grab your phone and start opening and closing random apps, desperate for a distraction, praying his stare will mercifully move on.

Tanaka finally says something to his friend. You’re way too anxious to catch it, and that only makes you feel worse. They’re probably talking about me. You hear Tanaka speak again, too fast, too eagerly. You can’t catch the tone, but something about it sounds… aggressive?

Dang it, I definitely greeted them wrong. Or said they stink out loud…or worse..maybe both?!

Now you feel like a deer caught in headlights. Your head’s about to implode from the pressure of everything around you, yet you’re desperately trying to catch what’s being said between the two guys. Which becomes an even harder task thanks to your boss casually filling the shop with the smell of cigarettes. It blends beautifully with the thick cloud of teenage sweat wafting around your head. Thanks much, boss. Truly.

As you squint into the chaos, straining to analyze what’s being said, you manage to catch a few words between the two noisy males:

"Really?’’ ‘’But look,’’ ‘’I know’’ ‘’but let’s..’’ and ‘’so hot—"

The words make zero sense strung together like that. But you notice the word hot drops twice. Then again. And again? Wait, maybe he’s mad the shop’s hot? The fan’s literally on full blast, who is he to be mad at me for the—…Oh. He’s not angry. He’s definitely not talking about the temperature. He’s calling you hot. Four times now.

“Since when did she move here?!” Tanaka suddenly blurts, jabbing a finger in your direction like you’re a limited-time menu item.

“Are you kidding me? She’s literally in the same classroom as me—”

“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?” Tanaka gasps, cutting his friend off, betrayed, shoving his shoulder like it physically hurt him. “You ain’t a real bro, man!”

His friend fires back angrily, saying Tanaka had visited his class fifteen times in one week and still didn’t notice you. that it sounded like a him problem.

“You’re probably hiding her away from me so you can have her ALL to yourself,” Tanaka accuses, stepping closer with wide eyes.

“Bald and blind. Got the double B’s,” his friend mutters dryly, before Tanaka grabs his shoulders and starts shaking him back and forth like a soda bottle.

“Tore this friendship apart,” Tanaka chokes out dramatically, eyes glittering with what may or may not be actual tears. “Don’t sniff don’t even look at me”.

Then he turns to look at you. And apparently, that’s all the motivation he needs to bounce back from his heartbreak. His grin spreads wide, too wide. He looks drunk on delusion.

He starts walking toward you in long, exaggerated strides, hands stuffed in his pockets, back tilted. Then, oh no. He plucks a flower from the sad little potted plant by the register. Rests his elbow on the counter, slips the flower between his lips like some kind of french boy.

“You come here often, sweetie?” he mumbles around the petals, pulling out the cringiest wink you’ve ever witnessed, full-body effort and all, head jerking forward like a cartoon character.

“…I work here,” you say almost awkwardly, but also kind of entertained. His poor attempt at flirting is painful, absolutely, but somehow… weirdly charming?

Tanaka straightens up a little, the flower slipping from his mouth. “Right, right,” he nods. “Obviously. I knew that. I was just—confirming” as a small hint of red creeps upon his ears, just now noticing that you were standing behind the register.

You raise an eyebrow.

He scratches the back of his neck. “Anyway,” he clears his throat. “You know… if you ever, uh… need someone to—like—help you carry heavy boxes or reach the top shelf or fight off wild raccoons or whatever, I’m your guy, heh”

‘’huh?’’ You blink “Raccoons?”.

“Yeah,” he says smoothly “They’re unpredictable, seen some real fat n scary ones around this era, don’t want you to catch rabies”

You snort. You didn’t mean to, but the noise escapes before you can stop it. Raccoons, fat and scary being in the same sentence.

Tanaka freezes. His eyes widen, a smile spreading over his stupidly handsome face. “Was that a laugh?” he asks eagerly, one hand gripping the counter as he raises his other hand to his chest like he’s just been blessed. “You laughed. Oh my god. nishinoya did you hear that sweet melody?”

Could he get any more embarrassing? Turns out yes, yes, he could.

The whole time his teammates were gathering their things and heading to the register, he stayed glued to the counter, bragging. About anything and everything. How he was supposedly the most feared one on the team. The strongest. The fastest. Occasionally flexing his muscles like he wasn’t completely doing it on purpose—trying to be slick about it, which somehow made it worse.

Daichi shot him a look of pure disappointment before grabbing him by the strap of his bag and dragging him toward the exit like a misbehaving toddler. “Excuse him,” Daichi muttered apologetically, giving you a tired look as they passed.

You could feel your face heat up. You gave him a small, polite smile—just to be nice. But then your eyes met Tanaka’s.

And you couldn’t help it. You truly couldn’t help it. You smiled.

It wasn’t huge. Barely a twitch of your lips. But after the slow, customer-less day you’d had. After all his cringey nonsense, something about him, his ridiculous energy, his genuine effort had started to grow on you. He was silly. That’s all.

Harmless and silly.

And that tiny smile you innocently gave? That was all he needed.

He exploded.

“YES!” he shouted, pointing a finger in your direction again as Daichi tried dragging him through the door. But Tanaka wasn’t going down easy, he latched onto the doorframe with both hands, one foot planted firmly on the ground like he was resisting a kidnapping. He clearly had no intention of leaving.

“Did you see that?! She smiled! AT ME! I’m the best with ladies!”

Daichi let out a long-suffering sigh before throwing his arms fully around his lovesick teammate, using every ounce of strength to drag the feral beast away from the shop. His expression screamed shame, and the second-hand embarrassment practically radiated off him in waves.

“I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU, I PROMISE!” was the last thing you heard him yell before he was finally dragged out of view, limbs flailing like a man being torn from his one true love.

…Man, I really hope he comes back tomorrow.

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arjwrites · 11 months ago

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— Good to know bc im here to request another Castiel x Winchester!reader (oldest sister) hehehehe...

Remember when Castiel became a human and that reaper April used him? I was thinking about the reader in her place, where she ACTUALLY likes Cas and takes care of him. The reader really loves him and doesn't care that he's a human now with no angel powers, he's still the man/angel she loves and care (I'm still mad that Dean kicked Cass out of the bunker)

It's his first time being human, he deserves some love 😞 (And I rlly need some comfort aughhh)

I think I wrote too much, sorry! It's just that I really love human Castiel, he deserved more ❤️‍🩹 — 👼 angel anon

Lessons on Humanity- Human!Castiel x Reader

Summary: Human!Cas arrives on your doorstep in need of a helping hand. Taking him under your wing, you offer him more than he bargained for.

Warnings: None (I don't think???) GN!Reader, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Well, this took forever. Idk why this gave me the WORST case of writer's block ever, but.... I think I just wanted it to be perfect for you, angel anon!!! I hope you enjoy hehehehehe <3333

Leaving hunting behind had been a tough decision, but leaving your brothers and Castiel behind had been even harder. But after all the years, your body screamed for rest, and your heart mourned the years of loss and trauma. It wasn’t like you had completely up and abandoned them- you still took their calls, visited the bunker from time to time, and took on many a research request (which had always been your specialty anyways). But you had grown so tired of the life. And as much as moving into the bunker had been a massive improvement from the endless series of motel rooms you’d grown up with, living in a concrete man-cave with your brothers had proven difficult. And you had always craved a home- somewhere that could be uniquely yours. This had led you to settle down into a sweet cottage, a bit off the beaten path in a quaint little town- not too far from the bunker, but far enough. It was cozy, nothing fancy by any means- two small bedrooms, a slightly outdated kitchen, and a snug little living room you had furnished with thrifted couches and a secondhand TV. What it lacked in elegance, it made up for in character. It wasn’t much, but it was home.

It was a Friday night. You had just gotten off work, ordered a pizza, popped your favorite playlist in your speakers, and were currently dancing around and vacuuming your living room. Ah, domesticities. It was always a nice feeling to be done for the weekend, to have a job you could hang up for a few days and not worry about until Monday morning rolled around. Not like hunting, with its worries that clung tight to you all hours of every day. After finishing your cleaning task, you flopped to the couch, clicking through the TV to find a suitable show to binge alongside your food.

Two crisp knocks at the door pulled you from your search. That was quick, you thought to yourself. You practically skipped to the kitchen to grab your purse, wanting to hand the delivery driver a few extra dollars for the particularly speedy service. But when you swung the door open, more than just the chilly evening air sent a wave of shock your way.

“Oh my God,” was about all you could whisper. In front of you stood Castiel, though he didn’t look much like his usual self. He wore a sweatshirt you didn’t recognize and had a slightly unkempt, unshaven look to him. But beyond his appearance, it didn’t feel like Cas. His shoulders were slumped over as if he was carrying the weight of them for the first time. He wore an expression so tired, so hurt, that your heart broke at the sight of it.

“Cas, honey. What happened?”

“I don’t have my grace. I… lost it. They told me I couldn’t stay. I didn’t want to bother you, but… I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Oh, Cas. Come in, God, come in.” Your brow furrowed as you gestured for him to enter, concern filling your body. What had you missed? Why didn’t he have his grace? Why wasn’t he with Sam and Dean?

Cas gingerly stepped through your door, barely making it inside the threshold before turning to you, as if he was waiting to follow your lead.

“Come, come sit,” you beckoned him after you, leading him into the living room and patting a seat for him on the couch. He sat, glancing around your room before landing his gaze back to you. You could tell there was something different about him- it was like he was seeing everything around him for the first time.

“So tell me what happened, Cas,” you hummed, gathering every ounce of soothing calm you could muster in hopes you could offer him some comfort.

Cas jumped into his story, telling you all about Metatron, the angels, and him losing his grace- all the things you had missed out on since stepping back from hunting. You nodded along, listening intently, compassionately, quietly- that is, until he told you about the events that lead him to your doorstep.

“He kicked you OUT?” You rose to your feet as he said this, unable to contain your anger in your seated posture. You felt the rage bubble from the deepest part of your stomach, rising quickly to your chest. Poor, sweet Castiel, who tries so hard and deserves so much. Cast out like he was nothing. It was enough to drive you into a blind rampage. Cas, on the other hand, remained seated, eyes fixed to the carpet, dejected.

“I just don’t know what to do. I have all these… feelings I’m not used to.”

“Of course you don’t, honey. It’s all so new. I’ll help you figure things out, alright?” You thought for a moment about what may be most urgent. “Cas, how long have you been human for?”

“Well, a few days now.”

“And have you eaten? Drank water? Slept?”

“I had a candy bar.”

“Oh, you poor thing, Cas. Look… Sit tight, I’m going to get you a glass of water, and I have food on the way. Do you like pizza? No, you don’t know if you like pizza, do you…” You let your voice trail off as you hustled to the kitchen, fixing him a glass of water and returning it to him hastily.

Cas lifted the glass, inspecting it, before tipping it back and downing it in one go. You watched the water slide out of the cup, disappearing down his throat in record time. There was one basic need supported.

“Alright, Cas, why don’t you sit there and relax for a little? I’m going to go make up the guest bedroom for you. Is that alright?” You tilted your head to the side to better gauge his thoughts on the matter. Cas returned you a soft smile and nodded. You let out a subtle puff of breath in relief before retreating up the stairs.

As you grabbed bedding from the linen closet and began to stretch the fitted sheet over the mattress, you couldn’t help but allow your body to take over the menial routine, while your mind fluttered off elsewhere. The angry pit in your stomach persisted, a deepening disgust for the way the angel had been treated, including by your brothers, of all people. But nestled in your chest above your swirling stomach sat your heart, which swelled at the thought of Cas, here with you. In all honesty, he had always meant a lot to you. You had so much admiration, so much reverence for the angel- of course, now that he wasn’t exactly an angel, that didn’t change anything. That was never what it was about. You saw deeper than just Cas’s angelic power- you saw him. Grace or not, there was no changing that. This was still the same angel, the same man, the same being you had always known. Only now, he really needed someone to be there for him. And you intended to do that- slowly, surely, gently.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your name being called from down the stairs. Instantly, your mind snapped to the worst-case scenario- call it a lingering hunter’s instinct. You raced down the stairs, only to find Cas perched on the couch, exactly where you had left him.

“Someone knocked on the door,” he whispered wide-eyed, as if it was some sort of intruder behind the door, waiting politely to be let in so he could go about his business.

You breathed a sigh of relief, willing yourself not to get frustrated at the poor man- he had no idea. Scared, lost, confused Castiel.

“It’s just the pizza, sweetheart. Don’t worry,” you replied, giving him a soft smile of encouragement.

With the pizza paid for, food on your plates, and your favorite mindless comfort show on TV, you and Cas began to settle in for the night. You and Cas. It was insane to see the angel in such a domestic setting. The two of you were sat at opposite ends of the couch, nibbling pizza in silent unison. You weren’t sure what to do or say, overwhelmed by Cas’s newfound presence, heartbroken by the things he had experienced, and overall just worried for his wellbeing. But, out of fear of pushing his limits- he had already been through so much the last few days- you fell into a comfortable silence that padded the space between you.

That silence was broken by a yawn coming from the other end of the couch. Cas’s face contorted in a decidedly un-angelic expression, before drawing inwards in confusion. A giggle inched its way towards your lips, but you suppressed it.

“You must be tired, Cas. Let’s go up to bed,” you hummed. Quickly and efficiently, you snapped off the TV, balanced your drinking glasses and plates on top of the pizza box, and slid everything into its rightful place in the kitchen. Re-emerging to the living room, you extended a hand to Cas, pulling him up to his feet before turning to lead him up the stairs.

“This is your room, over here,” you pointed, ducking in the door to show him around. You snapped the bedside lamp on to illuminate the space. “The bathroom is just down the hall if you need to use it. And my room is just next door, if you need anything at all.”

Cas’s eyes scanned the room before settling back on you. He threw a tight-lipped smile, murmuring his thanks. He was bashful, certainly overwhelmed by the avalanche of human emotion and sensation he was experiencing. You really didn’t want to push it, but there was one more thing you wanted to offer him.

Crossing the room, you pulled Cas into a hug. You felt his hands hover for a moment before he rested them across the middle of your back.

“I’m sorry, Cas. You didn’t deserve any of this. But I’m here to help you, whatever you need, okay? You deserve to have someone be there for you.” It was a desperate plea for the man to recognize his self-worth, to provide him with a bit of comfort during this terrifying transition. Your words weighed heavy in the room, anticipating a response that never came. But, you could’ve sworn you felt Cas’s shoulders dip and the muscles of his back soften into the hug.

After a minute, you pulled away, snapping back to your lighthearted self. You wished the man a good night, retreating from the room and closing the door behind you. Crossing the hall and tucking yourself into bed, it wasn’t long before you drifted to sleep.

You rose early the next morning. Usually, you would stroll downstairs in your bathrobe or whatever mismatched pajamas you slept in, but this morning you hopped in the shower straight away, dressing and fixing your hair. Once you made your way down to the kitchen, you got to work pulling together a breakfast you thought Cas would enjoy- pancakes, bacon, and some fruit, all while brewing a pot of coffee. You weren’t sure he’d have much of a taste for it yet, but you certainly were in need of a cup.

As you neared the end of your preparation, you heard the guest bedroom door swing open. Cas descended the stairs into the kitchen, somehow looking slightly more disheveled than when he had arrived on your doorstep the night before.

“Good morning, sunshine!” You offered, hoping he would take it in jest.

“Hello,” he responded. His eyes were puffed with sleep, his hair stuck up in every possible direction, face dotted with yesterday’s stubble that was inching into scruffy beard territory. Looking at him was a clear reminder that you needed to help him figure out how to clean himself up today.

“How’d you sleep, hun?” In any other conversation, this would be a simple pleasantry, but in this case, it was an earnest inquiry.

“Not well. I think I had a dream. It was terrible,” he replied. His gaze remained vacant.

“A dream?” You thought for a moment- was it the sensation of dreaming that he wasn’t used to? Or was it a nightmare? “Tell me about it, Cas.”

“Well, I don’t remember a lot of it. I just remember I was running. And when I woke up, my heart was pounding and I was sweating and I couldn’t breathe. But I didn’t actually run- just in the dream.”

“Oh, Cas, honey, you had a nightmare.” You approached him, reaching up a hand to run a thumb over his stubbled cheek. “If that ever happens again, you can always come into my room. I’m right next door.”

“How will that help?” He inquired.

“Well, sometimes it’s nice to talk about it, if you want. Or, sometimes it’s just nice to be around someone else, so you don’t feel like you’re facing it alone.”

His nod in response sent a surge of care through your body. Rather than sitting there, gushing over him, you figured you’d channel your worry into something productive- getting him fed.

“Well, I made some breakfast. Have a seat, I’ll make you a plate.”

You pulled out a chair for him at the table, gesturing for him to sit down, before scrambling to pull together a plate piled high with a stack of pancakes, a few slices of bacon, and some strawberries and bananas you had carefully sliced. You rested the plate in front of him, giving him a minute to inspect it, before returning to grab food for yourself.

“Well, what do you think? I figured chocolate chip pancakes would be a safe bet. Everyone likes chocolate chip pancakes.”

Castiel clumsily sliced another bite from the pancake, lifting it to his mouth. He chewed pensively, mulling over the question.

“How do I know if I like it?”

You thought for a moment.

“Good question. Does it make you feel happy?”

He nodded. “I think so.”

“Well, Cas, I think you’ll find that one of the great joys of humanity is the opportunity to figure out what makes you happy. We don’t get a lot of say in what goes on down here, but we do get to pick our favorite foods, favorite colors, favorite people, and fill our lives with those. It’s the small pleasures that make the difference.”

He considered your words for a moment, before spearing another bite with his fork. You giggled to yourself. It was adorable to watch him navigate the things you took for granted with so much fascination and uncertainty- something as small as taking a bite of food required all of his concentration and contemplation.

As you sipped your coffee, you considered the task that lay before you. It was your job to teach Cas how to be human- something you wouldn’t necessarily call yourself an expert on. With hunting dominating your upbringing and occupation thus far, you certainly hadn’t had the normal human experience. But you took the challenge in stride, knowing that Cas had much to learn.

Saturday had come and gone. You had spent the entire day teaching Cas a crash course in human life skills, covering important topics like brushing your teeth (which proved more difficult than you thought it would be), remembering to drink water (you struggled with this yourself most of the time), shopping (the two of you thrifted him a whole wardrobe), and anything else you could think of as you went about your usual routine.

As the day wound down, you and Cas sat on your back porch. The emerging twilight buzzed, and a warm breeze filtered through the trees and wrapped itself around the two bodies curled up in the lawn chairs. You were tired, he was tired, so another comfortable silence had settled into its now familiar place between the two of you. You could faintly hear the sound of children laughing and a mother calling after them, voices muffled by the distance that separated you from these neighbors down the street. You smiled to yourself, and Cas took notice.

“Thank you for helping me today,” he offered hesitantly, as if afraid to disturb your thoughts.

“Anytime, Cas.” You were still a bit lost in thought as you responded.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Hmm?”

“Why does being human feel so… Heavy?”

There was something about his tone of voice that snapped you out of your daze. Turning to him, you instantly recognized the worry that was weighing on him.

“I just… I used to be a soldier. I had divine purpose. I’ve always had something to work towards, and now… I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”

“Life is a complicated thing, Cas. Most people spend an entire lifetime figuring out their purpose. You may be thousands of years old, but you’ve only been doing the whole human thing for a few days. Be patient with yourself.”

“You seem to handle it all pretty well. Leaving hunting, making a life for yourself. You have it all figured out,” he frowned.

“Want to know a secret?”

He nodded, silently, eagerly.

“I’m not handling it well. And I don’t have it all figured out. Nobody does. That’s the whole game. That’s life. You take what you’re given and you do what you can with it. But the beauty is, you get to choose.”

“How do I know what to choose?”

You smiled in spite of yourself.

“That’s the big question. No one knows what’s right for you except you.”

Cas’s hand reached across to yours, giving it a squeeze that sent your heart aflutter. Fingers intertwined, you settled back into the evening, pensive.

Sleep that night hadn’t come easy by any means. What had started as worry had now spiraled into full-on anxiety, warding you away from slipping into sleep. Each time you closed your eyes, your mind drifted down the hall to Castiel, separated from you by nothing more than a dozen footsteps and couple pieces of drywall. It was as if you could feel his inner turmoil. And beyond that, your heart ached for the man. All you wanted to do was go to him, be with him, comfort him. But the fear that you were taking advantage of his newly human state still plagued you, so you lingered rigid and sleepless in your bed. Just as you rolled over to attempt comfort and hopefully find some sleep, there was the faintest knock at your door- so quiet, you barely registered it.

At first, you weren’t sure if you had actually heard the sound, but when the noise was followed by slow footsteps shuffling away, you snapped up in bed.

“Cas! Come in,” you called. After a second, the door swung open.

“I had another one. A nightmare.” Cas spoke matter of factly, and yet, very soft and reserved. He lingered in your doorway, timid, waiting for you to give your blessing on his entrance.

“Oh, come in, sweetheart. Come sit.” You patted the space beside you, the noise muffled by the thick, fluffy comforter. Cas made his way into a seated position on the bed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, hesitant to pry but insistent on providing support.

“No.” His response was tense and succinct without being rude- you knew he was processing a lot of feelings, and wanted to give him grace.

“That’s okay. Would you like some time to think through it? Or would you like to be distracted?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Take your time. I’m here.”

There was a beat of silence. Giving him space was your top priority, as much as you wanted to leap across the bed and into his arms.

“Maybe, distracted?”

“Sure thing. I’ll put on a movie, we can watch for a bit.” You snatched the remote from the table beside you, flipping through a few movies you thought Cas may enjoy, before settling on a lighthearted Disney movie. Your finger pressed play and adjusted the volume to a dull hum.

You watched for a while in silence. As the movie was picking up, breaking out into a cheerful musical number, your eyes darted to Cas. Expecting to see him enamored by the animated wonderland, you were taken aback when his eyes locked with yours instantly. It was like he had been looking at you the whole time.

“Hey, Cas.” He wouldn’t look away, and the eye contact was entrancing.

“Hi.” His voice was gruff, a mix of sleep and something else you weren’t entirely sure of, though you were starting to get an idea.

“How are you doing?”

“Better, now. Because I’m with you.” His words sent a wave of warmth through your body as you felt yourself inching closer to him, subconsciously. Clearly, he felt the same pull, as you both shifted to face each other directly.

“Can I ask you about another feeling?” He was usually bashful with his questions, but this time, his voice was steady. His eyes were fixed on you with an almost palpable intensity, a kind of focus that made you fidget, suddenly so aware of yourself.

“Of course,” you responded. He was now just inches away from your face.

“What is this feeling I get when I’m this close to you?” His words were slow and genuine, and yet in some ways, it seemed like he already knew.

“What do you mean?”

“It feels a lot like the nightmare. My heart beats fast and I can’t breathe. But it’s… Different. It’s good. I like it.” His eyes flickered as the words melted you.

He was so close to your face you could feel each breath tickle your nose and lips, as if pressing gentle precursors to tease you into taking the next step.

“Can I try something else you might like?” You could barely speak above a whisper.

He began to nod, lifting his head, but before he could complete the motion, all your defenses came crashing down, and you melted together- lips and limbs intertwining as one. And for the first time since becoming human, Castiel truly felt peace.

There’s something special about humanity. Sure, it has its ups and downs. There’s pain, fear, grief, death. Cas knew all those things already. They were what scared him most when he lost his grace. But he could have never known this, without experiencing it for himself.

The early hours of the morning crept into the bedroom. Everything about the room was warm and soft- a kind of heaven that rivaled even the real thing. Cas watched as the rays of sun slipped through the window to kiss your skin softer, sweeter, more intimately than he ever had. Yet.

There were many things about being human he hadn’t been prepared for. He had lost purpose, drive, direction. When he was first stripped of his grace, it had felt like his newfound heartbeat was mocking him with every pulse. But now? That heart served to pump more than just blood through his veins. His heart beat for you. His whole angelic life, he had been guided by divine word, but nothing had ever felt as holy as you, here, sleeping in his arms. You had taught him humanity, alright. And now, he finally had the chance to do something, to feel something, to experience something more beautiful than he could’ve ever imagined. He could love you.

Cas let the sounds of your breathing lull him back to sleep.

#castiel x reader #castiel x y/n #castiel x you #supernatural reader insert #castiel #castiel reader insert #castiel x gn!reader #supernatural gn!reader #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #supernatural x gn!reader #supernatural oneshot #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #castiel fanfiction #human!cas #human!castiel #human!cas x reader #cas x reader

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deancasreversebang · 3 months ago

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Entangled Pleasure

Artist: Aceriee

Author: casblackfeathers

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel

Length: 11642

Warnings: no major warnings apply

Tags: BDSM, Dom!Castiel, sub!Dean, power bottom!Castiel, service top!Dean, roommates, friends to lovers, shy!Dean, confident!Castiel

Summary: When Dean’s roommate, Cas, needs a model for his photography project focused on kink and erotica with a Dom/sub perspective, Dean is quick to volunteer. Granted, Dean doesn’t have any experience with BDSM and never modeled before, but he’s always been a fast learner and he likes helping others.

Besides, it doesn’t hurt that Cas is sex on a stick and keeps challenging what Dean knows about himself. Dean is used to placing others’ needs before his own, but Cas has been swiftly chipping at his walls, making him yearn to be taken care of for a change. And the most mind-blowing thing is that Cas seems to enjoy caring for Dean as much as he does. With Cas, Dean wonders what it would be like to let his guard down and release control for once.

So yeah, this modeling as Cas’ sub should be easy peasy, right? As long as all the feelings Dean has harbored over Cas don’t get in the way, he should be friggin’ dandy.

Link to Art (NSFW) | Link to Fic

#dcrb 2025 #masterpost #2025 masterpost #deancas #destiel

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s0urw00lf · 5 months ago

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Twisted luck

Dead in the water

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of drowning, grief,

An: hope you enjoy. My inbox is open for requests for Sam, dean cas and other fandoms

Masterlist - spn masterlist - Sam Winchester masterlist

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You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for a text from an old friend you met through Jason, she was worried about you and how you disappeared after his death.

You’ve been mostly ignoring her texts and calls but you finally gave in after the guilt started to gnaw at your seams.

The diner was relatively quiet, and so was Dean as he looked through the local newspaper for a hunt. The gaze on your phone had been broken when a waiter walked over to your table. “Can I get you anything else?” She asked, seductively not sparing a glance at you, focus more on dean who was smiling at her with the pen you let him borrow in his mouth. “Dude” you scoffed snatching the pen from him, just as Sam returned to the table “just the check please” Sam said. The girl walked away with a flirty smile, glancing back at the boys.

Dean's smile dropped , before looking at you and Sam. “Yknow, we are allowed to have fun once in a while” he said before pointing to the retreating waiter “that’s fun”

all he earned in return was a glare from the both of you. It’s barely been a month and hes already trying to get you to move on. He got the message pretty quickly, sighing before pushing the paper over to you. “Here take a look at this, I think I got one.”

You moved the paper over so Sam could see a little better. Dean had circled a picture of a girl “lake manitoc Wisconsin, Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn’t walk out. Authorities drag the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third lake manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. Had a funeral three days ago” he said.

Sam made a face “A funeral?” He asked. “Yeah it’s a word they buried an empty coffin, for closure or whatever” dean dismissed

Sam scoffed “closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean people just stop looking for them”. you knew he was talking about your parents but using someone else’s loss to get your point across wasn’t something that sat well with you. Dean cocks his head “Something you want to say to me?” He asks

You internally groaned knowing an argument was about to take -lave and you were right in the middle of it. Literally. “The trail for Dad and Thena. It's getting colder every day.” Sam said

Dean raised his brows in confusion “Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?” He asked. Sam shook his head “I don't know. Something. Anything.” Dean scowled “You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find them as much as you do?” He squinted his eyes at his younger brother.

“Yeah, I know you do, it's just-“

“I’m the one who’s been with them everyday for the past two years while you were off to college going to pep rally’s. We’ll find ‘em but until then we’re gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?” Dean said. Sam gave him a challenge in look which Dean returned with that older sibling authority kind of look, making Sam break.

You rolled your eyes “okay, lake manitoc” you said breaking the silence, you looked over to Dean, seeing his attention occupied on the waitress who walked by, you rolled your eyes “hey” you said snapping in his face. “Huh,” he replied, snapping out of his daze. “How far?” Sam asked.

You reached lake manitoc pretty quickly, arriving before noon. Your first top was the Carlton's residence where the latest victim's family lived.

You knocked on the door and the owner was quick to answer. “Will Carlton?” You asked. “Yeah, that’s right” he said, looking between the three of you. You gestured to yourself “i'm Agent Nicks” then dean “this is Agent Ford.” Then Sam “and Agent Hamill, and were with the US wildlife service” you said, pulling out one of your many fake ids. “And we’d like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind”.

Will averted his eyes to the ground before nodding, widening the door to let you in. Will led the three of you to the lake in the back of their home where Sophie drowned. Bill Carlton, her father, was sitting at the edge of the deck staring out into the water. You felt immense grief for the man, “she was about a hundred yards out, that’s where she got dragged down”. Will said, pointing to the middle of the lake. ‘Dragged down? That's new’ you noted.

“And you’re sure she didn’t just drown?” Dean asked, Will nodded fully confident with his answer “yeah. When was a varsity swimmer, she practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as she was in her own bathtub” he explained. Another piece of new information.

“So no splashing? No signs of distress?” Sam questioned softly. Will shook his head “no thats what im telling you” he stated firmly. You tilted your head looking out at the lake “did you happen to see any shadows in the water? Like a dark shape or anything?” You asked moving your eyes back to him.

“No. Again she was really far out there” he said. You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek. “you ever seen any strange tracks along the shoreline?” Dean asked. Wills eyes widened “no, never. Why, what do you thinks out there?” He asked voice sounding slightly panicked. You put your hand out to calm him “were not sure, its just protical to ask these questions but as soon as we know you’ll be the first to know/“ you said, giving him a slight nod.

Dean began walking away “what about your father? Can we talk to him?” Sam asks looking to the older man sitting on the bench. Will looks back, before returning his eyes back to the two of you “look, i mean if you dont mind, i mean- he didn’t see anything and hes kind of been through a lot” he said.

You and Sam nodded in understanding “we understand” Sam said, turning to walk away and you started to as well before you paused looking back at will. “I’m sorry for your loss.” You said, before walking to the car.

it was an unusual act on your part, but something about this case had you feeling more for the victims than usual.

Your next stop was the police station. “Now, I'm sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental drowning?” He questioned smugly, rounding the front desk, leaning the three of you to what you guess is his office.

“Are you sure it was accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister.” Sam asked, following the man. “Like what?” He asked, motioning to the two chairs “sit please, there are no indigenous carnivores in that lake” sheriff Jake insisted. Dean sits down and Sam offers you the other seat, opting to stand behind you instead.

“There’s nothing even big enough to pull down a Person, unless it was the lochness monster.” He comments sarcastically. “Yeah, right” dean huffs a laugh sending a look your way that you briefly returned.

Devins leaned forward placing his hands on his desk. “Will Carlton was traumatized, and even sometimes the mind plays tricks on you, still-“ he paused sitting down “we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just o be sure, and nothing was there”

you leaned forward “it's a little weird no? I mean it’s the third body this year”. Devins leaned and shook his head, “I know, these are people from my own town. People that I care about.” He emphasized his words. You nodded “i know” , your voice sympathetic.

“Anyway” he sighed leaning back in his chair “all this… won't be a problem much longer.” He said. “What do you mean?” Dean asked, causing the man to tilt his head “well, the dam, of course”

Dean made a face of recognition briefly turning to you and Sam who raised your eyebrows in amusement “of course the dam. It uh- it sprung a leak” he said, a poor attempt to save himself and you resisted the urge to laugh.

“It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they’ve opened the spillway. In another six months there won't be much of a lake. Won’t be much of a town either. But as federal wildlife you knew that already” he said. Dean gave an unsure nod “exactly”

a knock at the door followed by “sorry am i interrupting?” Caught your attention, you turned around seeing Sam scoot out of the way and a woman had walked into the room, followed by a little boy no older than seven.

You and dean stood up, “i can come back later” she said.

You looked to the sheriff, who stood as well “lady, gentlemen this is my daughter” he introduced her.

Dean ever the flirt plastered a smile on his face, and holds out his hand for a shake “pleasure to meet you. I’m dean” he says. Andrea politely shakes his hand returning his smile “Andrea Barr, hi.”. You give Sam a look, wanting to choke yourself out at deans attempt and continuing fail at flirting with the woman.

You stepped forward “were with the wildlife service, here about the lake” you said shaking her hand next. Her demeanor clearly shifted catching you and Sam’s attention, out from behind her steps the little boy. “Oh hey there, whats your name?” Dean asks, the little boy shrinks into himself and turns to walk away.

Andrea turns to follow the boy, you don't take your eyes off of them curious about the boy. “His name’s lucas” the sheriff says. You tilt your head watching Andrea give Lucas a box of crayons and paper. “Is he okay?” Sam asks the million dollar question.

“My grandson’s been through a lot, we all have” is all he says, before moving to the door. “Well if there’s anything else i can do for you, please let me know” he said. You all nodded giving him quiet ‘thanks’ before leaving out of the office, dean however stopped turning to Andrea “y’know now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes pushing past dean and out of the station, choosing to wait for the boys outside and spare you some of the headache you got from dean and his constant flirting.

You internally groaned, giving Sam a look when dean walked out with Andrea behind him. They take the lead walking right past the impala. You stood for a second “did he really ask her to literally walk us two blocks?” You asked incredulously. Sam’s lips thin “yeah, its kinda pitiful” he said. “That's putting it lightly” you said before following them.

“So, cute kid” dean says breaking the incredibly awkward silence. “Thanks” Andrea said, she said keeping up her fast paced walking. You cross the street, “kids are the best huh?”. You felt like you were experiencing the second hand embarrassment at Andrea’s complete lack of interest.

She said nothing to his comment and continued on walking. Before stopping on the sidewalk in front of the motel. “There it is. Like i said, two blocks” she turned to look at the three of you. You give her a smile “thanks” you say.

andrea then looks specifically at dean “must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line” she said before walking off.

Your eyebrows shot up in shock and amusement, and if you were sipping on a drink you would’ve choked. “Oh i like her” you said, turning to look at her retreating form “enjoy your stay!” She shouts over her shoulder.

“Kids are the best’? You don’t even like kids” Sam teased his brother. Dean stands defensively “i love kids” he says.

you give him a ‘really’ face “name three kids you even know” Sam says. “No scratch that ill make it easy. Name one kid” you said squinting your eyes mockingly.

Dean holds up a finger, but cant even out a name to match it. Sam waves Dean off, and you laugh, following after.

“I’m thinking!” Dean says

you and the boys settled in the motel room pretty quickly, and Sam got to work immediately. While dean went through his clothes and you sharpen your knife and cleaned your guns, because you hadn’t since you returned back to hunting. “So there’s three drownings this year” Sam says. “Any before that?” Dean asks.

“Uh yeah, six more spread over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recorded either. If there’s something out there its picking up its pace.” Sam said. “Maybe it knows it doesn't have a lot of time, maybe the dam falling apart lit fire under his ass” you said, swiping the knife against a stone made for sharpening knives you borrowed from dean.

“So what, we got a monster on a binge?” Dean asks tossing a shit onto his bed. Sam sighs “this whole monster theory, it just bugs me.” He says.

“Why?” You question stopping your movements and looking up to see dean move to read over Sam’s shoulder. “Loch Ness, uh, lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing.” He explains

“Whatever's out there, no one’s living to talk about it.”

you now really intrigued, placed down your knife and moved to look over Sam’s other shoulder. “Wait Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?” Dean asked. “Barr? Like Andrea and Lucas Barr?” You questioned.

“Christopher Barr, a victim in may.” Sam reads, then clicking on an article, a picture popped up above the rest of the article, a picture popped up of a frightened looking Lucas, standing with one of the officers, immediately you caught on. He was Lucas’s father, and he must’ve been present when his dad drowned.

Sam confirmed your thoughts when he read out that he was in fact Luca’s father and that Lucas had been present. He was found floating on a platform.

Sam clicks the picture to make it bigger. “Maybe we have an eyewitness after all,” he said.

“No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn’t something you just get over," Dean said.

You looked worriedly between the boys, “are we really gonna make him re-visit his most traumatic memory?” You asked. The boys silently looked at eachother then to you with guilty looks telling you that it was your only option.

You stayed back at the motel while Sam and Dean went to find Andrea and Lucas at the park. Hoping to do a little more research, the thought crossed your mind that maybe you were missing something, hiding in plain sight.

You searched for missing persons cases in the town, and you scrolled for a while clicking and discarding multiple articles that had nothing to do with the lake, before your phone chimed. You pulled it out thinking it was dean, but it wasn’t. It was Helen, the friend you’d forgotten you texted back until now.

The message read: Y/n its so good to hear from you, we were starting to get worried. Katherine says she hadn’t been able to get ahold of you either, so make sure you reach out to her. How about a call sometime? I'd love to hear your voice.

You sighed, feeling bad for tossing the people you’d grown to love into the back of your mind. But that’s how it had to be in the hunting life, no outside friends, no collateral damage. You had to learn the hard way with Jason and you didn’t want it to happen again, But… one phone call won't hurt.

You replied to her message saying of course you’d reach out to Katherine and that you’d call her when you got the chance, before putting the phone back in your pocket and returned your focus to the laptop screen.

sam and dean returned not long after and gave you a fill in on what happened with Lucas, showing you the picture he’d drawn and given to dean. “Isn’t this the Carlton house?” You asked, looking at the brothers. They nod, what is Lucas trying to say? You asked yourself.

The next morning you were putting on your boots when Sam entered the room. “So I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie.” Sam said, sitting next to Dean. What do you mean?” Dean asks. “I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead.” He said.

“He drowned?” You asked, sitting up straighter. Sam nodded “yep in the sink.” He sighed.

“What the hell? So you’re right, this isn’t a creature. We’re dealing with something else.” Dean said. You nodded “ i mean obviously, but what? I mean what causes someone to drown in a skink” You asked, looking between the brothers.

“I dont know, water wreath maybe? Maybe some kind of demon? I mean something that controls water” he trailed off “water that comes from the same source”

Sam perched up in “the lake” sam said. “Yeah” dean confirmed

”So I was right, the lake is draining and it's trying to get his body count up before its time is up” you said

”and if it can get into pipes, it can get to anyone. Almost anywhere.” Dean says standing up moving towards a chair “this is gonna happen again soon.” He says as he sits down.

sam tilted his head “but we do know one thing for sure.” Sam says, intriguing you

”what?” You asked, he looked at you “that this has something to do with bill carlton” he said, and suddenly you felt a little stupid for not connecting those dots. “Yeah it took both his kids” dean said.

“Well a little info i did find, Lucas’s dad, was bill carltons god son” you said. “I say we go pay Mr. Carlton a visit.”

when you reached the Carlton residence bill was in the Sam spot he was the last time you and the brothers came. “Mr.carlton?” Sam called the man as the three of you stopped behind him. He turned towards you, Sam and Dean, “we'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind?” Sam asked.

Dean nodded “were from the department-“ dean was cut off by the broken voice of bill “i don't care who you're with. I’ve answered enough questions today” he said, putting his gaze back on the lake.

”your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? Did you ever see anything out there?” Sam asks. The man said nothing “Mr. Carlton, Sophie’s drowning and wills death- we think there might be a connection to your family-“ you lightly elbowed Sam trying to tell him to give it a rest.

“My children are gone. It’s- its worse than dying. Please go away” he said with a shaky voice. Your heart hurt for the man as you caught a glimpse of his teary eyes.

You look at the brothers motioning to the car, and they nod, moving back towards the car.

“So what do you guys think?” Sam asks, “well I think the guys been through hell. I also think he's hiding something.” Dean answered. “I hate to say it but I agree” you said with a sigh, glancing at the grieving man.

”So what now?” Sam asks, looking between you and dean. Dean paused, as if something had dawned on him. “What’s wrong?” you asked, furrowing your brows. Dean pulls out the drawing from Lucas “maybe bills not the only one who knows something”. He says holding it up to the house. You look at it over deans shoulder, then glance back to Sam.

“I’m sorry, but i dont think it's a good idea,” Andrea said, as she stood in the foyer with her hands on her hips. “I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes,” Dean said. “He won't say anything, what good is it gonna do?” Andrea shrugged.

”Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something’s happening out there” Sam says, you nodded “we wouldn’t be asking if we had any other choice”.

“My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all” she said, sounding as if she was trying to convince herself. Dean grabbed her attention “if that’s what you believe, then we'll go. But if you think there’s even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son” he asked again.

Andrea gave in, leading you and the brothers to Lucas’s room, he was on the floor, with crayons, paper, and little toy soldiers surrounding him while he colored.

Dean steps in, while you, Andrea and Sam stand at the doorway. “Hey, Lucas. You remember me?” He says, Lucas seemingly gives no response continuing to color. Dean stops in front of him, and squats down to his level and shifts one of lucas’s drawings of a red bicycle showing the exact same thing on the paper under it. “You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again.”

Dean's softness with Lucas reminded you of your childhood, nights when you’d curl up into Dean's side after a rough hunt or a hard training day. He always made sure you knew he had you no matter what.

Lucas continues drawing, and dean pulls out the folded drawing of the Carlton house Lucas had previously given him

“How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me?” Dean asks, Lucas gives no reaction, continuing to color. You finally took note of what Lucas was drawing, a drowning person. Whom it was you had no clue.

“You're scared.” Dean says as the realization hits him. “It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You’d never heard dean talk about the night Mary died, you looked over to Sam, and given by his reaction he hadn’t either.

“I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom-I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too.”

Lucas drope his crayon and looks up at Dean. He hands Dean a drawing of a yellow house behind a white church, and a boy with a red bicycle in front of the house. “Thanks, Lucas.” Dean thanked the boy.

“Hey, didn’t Andrea say that Lucas never drew like that until his dad died?” You asked from the back seat of the impala. “Yeah she did, there are cases stating going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies.” Sam explains, speaking slightly loud due to deans music.

“Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow” dean says “nah” sam declines, “i think its possible” you say

“I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please.” Dean says to Sam. “All right, we got another house to find.” Sam says under his breath

“The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone.” Dean clicks his teeth.

Sam looks at the picture. “See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here.”

“Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart.” Dean teases, and you and Sam let out a laugh.

It goes quiet for a second, and Sam looks like he’s contemplating saying something, and you already know it has something to do with what dean said about Mary. “You know, um” he starts “What you said about Mom…” he trailed off.

“You never told me that before.” He finished, looking at Dean who doesn’t take his eyes off the road “It's no big deal.” He replied.

Sam looked like he wanted to keep the conversation going causing you to groan purposefully loud. “As much as I love your brotherly bonding, please don't make me sit through your angsty conversation, I deal with it enough as it is.” you joked. Dean laughs and Sam rolls his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

The tall white church was hard to miss, and the yellow house behind it looked exactly the same as the picture. The lady that lives there let the three of you in without much of a fuss.

”Sorry to bother you ma’am but does a little boy live here by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle”

the lady looked rather sad at deans question before she shook her head “no sir. Not for a very long time. Peter’s been gone for thirty five years now.” She said. ‘Gone?’ You thought to yourself. She looks over at a picture on a shelf, the very Same boy stood smiling proudly in the picture.

Sam taps your shoulder, making you look at him. He points to a table, on top of it were a bunch of toy soldiers. Were those his?” You questioned now pointing to the toys.

She nods “yes, i- I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them. Losing him, you know its… its worse than dying” she said, that was the exact same thing bill had said. You, Sam and Dean glanced amongst each other. Maybe this is more connected than you thought.

“did he disappear from here? This house I mean.” You asked, clarifying as best you could.

she shook her head “he was supposed to ride his bike home after school. He never showed up.” She answered.

dean picked up a picture from the mirror, observing it before flipping it over to read the back. “Peter Sweeney and billy Carlton, nineteen seventy.” He read aloud. Your eyes widened, this was definitely more connected than you thought.

For the third time this hunt you Sam and dean were on the way back to the carton house. “Okay, this little boy peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to bill carlton somehow” Sam says. “Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?”

“And wherever it is all of the people he loves seem to be paying the price for it” you add, twirling the string of your hoodie between your fingers absentmindedly. “So what if Bill did something to Peter?” Dean asks looking at you through the rear view mirror

“What if Bill killed him?” Sam rephrases . “Peter would be angry, I mean rightfully so. He’d want revenge.” You say.

you looked around the Carlton house in search for bill, he wasn’t in his usual spot and wasn’t coming to the door, the sound of an engine starting caught your attention. You turned to the lake seeing him heading further into the lake on a boat. “Guys i found him” you said, making Sam and dean follow your eyeline.

Their eyes widened before the three of you ran towards the edge of the dock, shouting for him to come back. All of the shouting was useless as the man kept going until his boat shot into the air and then back into the water with him right under it, the boat sank faster than you thought possible. The sound of splashing water was the only proof that he’d even been there in the first place.

“Oh come on” you sighed, turning to the brothers who were just as upset as you.

You Sam and dean had just managed to run into the sheriff who led you to the station for questioning. “Sam, Dean, y/n” Andrea stood up, setting a bag of presumably food down in her seat “I didn't expect to see you here.”

The sheriff glances back at you and the boys before looking back at his daughter “So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?” He asked

“I brought you dinner.” Andrea answered motioning to the food in the chair.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time.” He apologizes, Andrea looks at you, Sam and dean, before going back to her father.

You glance around Andrea to Lucas who seems to be in distress, he’s rocking back and forth, playing with his fingers, and has a scared facial expression. Your eyebrows cinched in concern as you subtly tap Sam. He looks at you and you gesture to Lucas, Sam frowns at the state of the boy, and you cant help but wonder what has him so afraid.

you had accidentally tuned out a portion of the conversation, only breaking out of your thoughts when Lucas shot up and ran over to dean and grabs his arm.

”Lucas, hey, what is it?” Dean asks, as Lucas pulls his arm. Dean try’s to calm him but it doesn’t work. Andrea pulls Lucas away from dean and out of the station, but the whole way out Lucas doesn’t take his eyes off dean.

The sheriff throws down his jacket in irritation before going into his office, you and Sam follow while Dean stands rooted in his spot staring worriedly at the door Andra and Lucas just exited.

He eventually joins, looking a little less worried but still. The sheriff sat down at his desk “Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attacked Bill's boat, sending Bill-who is a very good swimmer, by the way-into the drink, and you never see him again?” He asks, though something in your gut told you he was on to you three

Dean glances at Sam. “Yeah, that about sums it up.” He said bluntly “And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service?”

Your eyes widened, glancing at Sam and dean quickly.

The sheriff nods his head looking at all three of you individually “That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you two.”

“See, now, we can explain that.” Dean stutters but the sherrif cut him off with a wave on his hand “Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did.” He paused, “So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again.”

You purse your lips “i think we'll take the last option” you say. He nods “that’s the on id pick”

it was nightfall by the time you reached the exit to the town, you glanced up at the traccia light that you’d been at for longer than any usual red light, it was green. You opened your mouth to say something but Sam beat you to it. “Green” he said, Dean looked at Sam confused “what?” He asked. “The lights green” Sam said.

Dean didn’t even reply; he turned right, heading back into town. Sam sent you a quick glance of confusion which you returned before looking back at dean “dude the interstates that way” Sam said pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

Dean gives a bland “i know”, you look between the brothers before speaking. “Dean, I think this job is over,” you said. “I’m not so sure” he said.

Sam interjected “if bill murdered peter Sweeney and peters spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest.” He said.

Dean was not convinced and you couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping him so stuck on this place “all right so what if we take off and this thing isn’t done? What if we missed something, what if more people get hurt?” Dean asks, looking at you through the rear view mirror.

You shook your head “But why would you think that?” You ask, squinting your eyes. Dean tilts his head averting his eyes back to the road “because Lucas was really scared” he answered.

Your eyebrows raised in shock “that’s what this is about?” You asked, sending Sam an amazed look. “I just dont wanna leave this town until i know the kids okay” dean says. Sam gives dean an amused look “who are you and what have you done with my brother.” He teased, dean glanced at Sam, unamused at his joke “shut up”

It was late when you arrived at the Barr house, but dean was adamant on checking on Lucas before the night was over. “Are you sure about this its pretty late man” Sam asks, before you could knock on the door, you looked at dean who just moved to ring the doorbell. You waited for an answer, hoping not to seem weird showing up so late at night.

The door opened revealing a very panicked Lucas, gasping for air, “Lucas?” Dean says bending down but lucas runs into the house and the three of you follow close behind. He runs up the stairs that had water flowing down, which couldn’t be any good.

Lucas stops at the door that had the water coming from under it and starts banging on the door. Dean pulls Lucas away from the door and Sam kicks it open. You rush in, seeing the overflowing bathtub, and Andrea inside under the water.

You reach into the dark water to pull Andrea out, using all of your strength but it was as if she was being held by some unwavering power. “Sam, a little help” you shouted, and he rushed to help. With his added strength you were able to slowly wrestle her out of the water.

She landed on top of you and Sam quickly rushed to get her a towel.

Some time later after changing into some clothes Andrea offered, seeing as yours was completely soaked. The sun had started to rise and you and dean were going through shelves of her family’s old belongings, while Sam talked to Andrea.

You could hear their faint voices talking, and the shuffling of dean on the other side of the room. You pulled out an photo album labels ‘Jake - 12 years old’ you briefly flip through the pictures until you come across a picture of what seemed to be a group of boy scouts.

What stood out was Peter Sweeney right in the middle of the boys.

“Hey dean” you call, dean looks at you with raised brows, and you hold up the album, “found something” you say. He walks over to you, looking over the picture before looking at you. You raise your eyebrows.

Dean takes the album from your hands, walking over to Sam and Andrea who were in the next room. You followed quietly, dean placed the album down in front of Andrea, pointing at the photo “you recognize the kids in these pictures?” Dean asks.

She looks down at the photo before shaking her head “no, i mean except my dad” she said pointing to the boy next to peter in the photo. “He must’ve been twelve in these pictures”

you and the boys share a look. “Chris Barr’s drowning. The connection wasn’t to bill carlton, it must’ve been tp the sheriff” dean says.

You shook your head “maybe its both” you say, Sam nods in agreement “bill and the sheriff both were involved with peter”

Andrea looks at the three of you, confused “what about Chris? My dad, what are you talking about”

You notice Lucas walk up to the door, looking towards the woods, you nudge dean, gesturing towards lucas. “Lucas?” Dean calls, “Lucas what is it?”. Lucas says nothing, but opened the door walking outside.

Everyone follows, confused. He led you a little past the treenline of woods, he looked at his feet before looking back up to dean.

“You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there okay?” Dean says to Andrea. She nods, pulling Lucas back towards the house.

You handed the shovels you got from the trunk and handed them to the brothers. You never dug up anything unless john or your mom was around, because you just refused. So you watched, it didn’t take but a few seconds for them to reach the bike, it wasn’t dug very deep, you guessed from how young they were, they didn’t think to dig very far.

“Peter’s bike” you said, watching them pull the bike from the dirt. The sound of an all to familiar click from behind you made tour heart skip a beat. “Who are you?”

you turned around, seeing a gun pointed at your head. You squinted your eyes at him “put the gun down Jake” Sam warns cautiously.

He doesn’t put the gun down “how did you know that was there?” He asks. you glare at him, “you killed him didnt you? You and bill. Drown him in the lake, and bury the evidence right in your own front yard. Let me tell you something Jake, the truth never stays buried.” You say.

Sam grabs your arm, slowly pulling you away from in front of the gun, and you didn’t break your glare on the older man. “I dont know what your talking about” Jake says, trying and failing to hide the guilt on his face.

“You and bill killed peter Sweeney thirty five years ago that’s what the hell were talking about.” Dean says. Andrea runs up “dad” she shouts looking at him as if he was crazy.

“And now you got one seriously pissed off spirit” dean finished. Sam pulled you a little behind him as he started to speak “It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the Same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does.” Sam says.

jake wears a smug look on his face “yeah? And how do you know that?” He asks.

Rolling your eyes you stepped from behind Sam a little “Because it’s what he did to bill carlton” you answer genuinely wondering how he couldn’t see that.

Jake scoffs “listen to yourselves, all. Three of you. Your insane!” He shouts. Dean shits him down “ I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us.” He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. “But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake.”

Andrea looks at Jake wit tears in her eyes “dad is any of this true?” She asked. Jake didn’t take his eyes off of the three of you, still pointing th gun. “No, dont listen to them. They’re liars and they’re dangerous” he says.

Andrea wasn’t convinced “something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad look at me!” She demanded. He did “tell me you didn’t kill anyone” she pleaded. He looked away from her, not being able to let the word ‘yes’ slip through his lips.

“Oh my god” she covers her mouth in disbelief. Jake puts down the gun “Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to.But we held him under too long and he drowned. ” He looked at you and the boys “We let the body go, and it sank.” He admitted.

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in irritation, placing your hands on your hips.

Jake looks guiltily at his daughter “Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational.”

Dean disregards what he says “All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now”. You nod in agreement.

You turn your attention to Andrea when you hear her gasp, looking towards the lake, you see Lucas reaching into the water

“God no” you mutter to yourself before taking off running towards him, Sam and dean were close behind. Before you could reach him he was pulled into the water and you wasted no time diving into the water after him.

you held your breath looking at the bottom of the lake, not being able to say barely anything, and your heart was pumping so fast you could feel the blood in your veins pumping, you swam back to the surface, taking a deep breath, dean called your name and you shook your head. There was no sign Lucas had even been in the water.

After taking another deep breath you go back underwater. Swimming down a little further hoping to find the little boy. Out of the corner of your eye you see Jake being dragged down and out of sight.

You ignored the ache in your lungs pleading fo air and you swam towards him hoping to catch him but you were too late. So with the last remaining energy you started swimming back up, and it seemed like the more frantic you swam the further away the surface got.

you couldn’t bring yourself to move anymore, feeling your heartbeat against your ribcage as your lungs pleaded for water, your head felt like it was about to explode. And the only thing you could think of was the fear of this being your last moment alive.

Your vision started dotting and an image of Sam popped into your head and you finally gave into the instinct and inhaled just as your vision went black and you slowly sunk further and further down.

Just out of your sight you failed to see dean, swim to the surface with Lucas in his arms. Sam looked around frantically in search of you, knowing that you’d been underwater for far too long.

He dove back under the water, and his heart stopped at the sight of you, sinking, unmoving. He moved quickly, swimming down towards you. The fact that you were still sinking didn’t help him get to you any quicker, but he’d be damned if he lost one of the single most important people he had left.

So he ignored every cry from his lungs for air, every laundry beat of his heart, and focused on getting to you. He finally was able to reach your hand, and he pulled your limp body against him before using all of the energy he had left to swim the two of you to the surface which hadn’t been an easy task.

When he breathed the surface, he took a deep inhale, before shouting for dean, his body didn’t have any energy left and the Adrenalin was wearing off.

Lucas was awake and being cradled by Andrea who was leading him to the house, and dean moved to pull you out of Sam’s arms, then Sam pulled himself out quickly moving over you and starting cpr. He worked like his life depended on it, pressing your chest repeatedly before blowing into your mouth. Dean sat on his knees on the other side praying for you to wake up.

The boys never thought they’d have to see you like this. So close to the brink of death that your lips were blue and all color had drained from your face. Sam again blew into your mouth and you woke up, coughing water, and trying to get the air back into your lungs. Sam cradled your head as he pulled you up into a seated position. “Oh thank god” Sam said.

Dean closed his eyes letting out a released breath. Once you became aware of your surroundings you pulled Sam into a hug, still struggling to breathe. “Thank you” your hoarse voice whispered into his ear.

Sam leaned into your hug, not wanting to let go. But you pulled away and looked to dean “you okay kid?” You nodded. “Is Lucas okay?” You asked, Dean nodded. “Yeah hes just inside.” Dean said, Sam could’ve scoffed of course you’d be worried more about the boy than yourself in a near death situation.

Sam and dean were already packed and ready to go by time you finished packing, you met them at the car tossing your bag in the back right next to theirs.

“sam, dean, y/n” a voice calls catching your attention

”hey” dean says, You turn to see Andrea and Lucas approaching, the little boy holding a plate of food.

You walked over meeting them half way “We’re glad we caught you. We just- we made you lunch for the road” she said, a light blush painting her face avoiding eye contact with dean. You sent an amused look to Sam who’d noticed it too, “Lucas insisted in making the sandwiches himself.” She said looking to the boy.

“Can i give it to them now?” Lucas asked, a smile graced your face, you were surprised to hear the boy speak, but you couldn’t help but feel happy that he did. Andrea smiled “of course”.

Dean leads Lucas to the car, talking about loading it up or something. “How you holding up?” You ask her. Her lips thinned “its gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?” You nod, understanding. Sam sighs “Andrea im sorry” he apologizes.

Andrea shakes her head “you saved my son, i cant ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did i just have o hold onto that.” She said, before looking at you “plus I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something had happened to you, trying to save my family.” She said. You licked your lips, grimacing at the memory.

You Sam and Andrea walk over to the car, hearing Lucas shout “zeppelin rules!” And you snort, leave it to dean to be alone with a kid for five minutes and already talking about music. Dean gives him a proud high five which Lucas estactically returns. “You take care of your mom okay?” Dean says seriously. Lucas nods “all right”

much to your surprise, Andrea kisses dean, out of nowhere. You whistle, making Sam nudge you. “Thank you” Andrea says as she steps away with a smile on her face.

You were surprised Dean had nothing to say in return. He scratches th back of his head, moving to the other side of the car “Sam, y/n, move your asses, were gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road.” He says, before getting in the car, you and Sam as well.

You send Andrea and Lucas a smile and a small wave as dean starts the engine. the music comes to life and the wave back.

And just like that, your on the road again.

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thewhumpcaretaker · 1 year ago

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Vincent tending to Chidi’s wounds when a medical professional isn’t near (with Vincent surprisingly having good knowledge on wounds) has always been on my mind and I thought to share with you ^_^

Anyways here’s a crappy screenshot of them because aaaaaaaaaaaaaa Chidi looks so small😭

Thank you so much for this ask! This ended up being almost chapter-length and I may use snippets of it in Those Who Have Something to Live For later on, oops!!

Also, small hearts for small chidi: 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

-⚜- I Want to Be Next to You -⚜-

TW: gunshot wound, discussion of self-sacrifice

The first thing Chidi noticed was the red pouring out of Vincent’s shoulder. The second thing he noticed was how fast he was breathing.

He didn’t say anything, just staggered back against the wall with alarmingly wide eyes almost rolling back in his head - that look of unspeakable terror that Chidi had seen only a few times in his service with Vincent.

Chidi was across the balcony and in contact with Vincent almost instantly, gripping both arms to slow his fall and guide him to the ground. Their legs folded under them in unison, almost gracefully, like two swans landing on water. And they both felt they were drifting on something like water, suddenly floating above a terrible, murky depth. Their eyes were locked together, mirroring each other’s desperation. “C'est bon [It’s okay],” he whispered, low enough to reach only Vincent.

He didn’t respond at first. Then, as if without breathing, “Non, ce n'est pas le cas, ils putain… ils… [No it’s not, they fucking…they…]”

Chidi couldn’t contradict him. They had been ambushed. A particularly crucial client had insisted on meeting Vincent on “neutral ground,” without much backup, in a remote villa. As he had feared, it was merely a ruse to make an attempt on Vincent’s life. And Chidi hadn’t stopped it…they’d laid hands on Vincent, they’d put metal in him…

“Get a medic, and arrange evacuation,” he barked over his shoulder, without breaking eye contact with Vincent. Chidi was scary like this.

The ground around them was littered with bodies. Only two other guards survived – and the enemy was demolished. One of those guards hesitated. “What should I tell them about the deal, sir? And the ambush?”

“I don’t care! I’m going to stay with my ward! GO!” My ward. Vincent was the ward of all the bodyguards, but Chidi didn’t say our. No, at moments like this, it became clearer than ever that Vincent was his responsibility in a way that none of the other Myrmadons shared.

In another moment, they were alone.

“Chidi…” It wasn’t the beginning of a question, it was an inarticulate plea. Vincent’s head was lolling from one side to the other against the wall, in danger of knocking against it from how badly he was shaking.

“Je suis là. [I’m here.]” He lowered him the rest of the way down, not against the hard marble, but into his lap, elevating the wounded shoulder above the rest of his body. Overwhelmed by the mixture of shock and human contact, he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes for half a second before staring desperately up at Chidi again. It was a magnetic look, impossible to break away from. Help me, it was saying. Chidi obeyed.

“Je vais vous attacher un garrot maintenant, monsieur. Cela signifie que je vais attacher un morceau de tissu autour de votre épaule. Cela pourrait faire mal mais je vais essayer d’être rapide. [I’m going to tie you a tourniquet now, sir. This means I’m going to tie a piece of cloth around your shoulder. It might hurt but I’ll try to be quick.]” For once, he was the one chattering away, trying to fill the silence, to keep Vincent’s mind from running away with him. He kept his breathing as steady as he could, and his face expressionless. He had to be the rock right now, something to hold onto.

He took off his suitcoat and then ripped off his shirt sleeve from underneath, tying it around Vincent’s shoulder. As it squeezed the muscles around the wound, Vincent went even paler, panting in an effort not to scream. Even at a time like this, he didn’t want to look weak. It made Chidi’s heart twist. “Vous allez bien, monsieur. [You’re doing well, sir.]” He wasn’t. He was starting to hyperventilate, and it really concerned Chidi. “Peux-tu respirer avec moi, lentement ? De la même manière que je respire. [Can you breathe with me, slowly? The same way I’m breathing.]”

The Marquis struggled for a moment, staring at Chidi’s chest. He saw another wave of fear rise up behind Vincent’s eyes as he lost control. “Je – je ne peux pas – [I – I can’t – ]”

“Ce n'est pas grave alors. Continuez simplement d’essayer et concentrez-vous sur ma voix. Je vais faire pression sur toi pour arrêter le saignement maintenant, d'accord ? Et je continuerai à faire ça jusqu’à ce que l’aide arrive. [That’s okay then. Just keep trying and focus on my voice. I’m going to press on you to stop the bleeding now, okay? And I’ll keep doing that until help comes.]” Chidi did his best not to talk too fast, not to let the panic affect his voice. He felt like breaking down – seeing Vincent like this was too much. But he had to be reassuring for him.

“…d’accord… ça prend combien de temps? […okay…how long with that take?]”

“Je ne sais pas, monsieur. Pas longtemps. [I don’t know, sir. Not long.]” He lowered his hands over the wound and pressed down as hard as he could. Vincent made an awful, strangled sound. Even through the pressure, Chidi could feel how badly he was shivering. “Attendez, faisons ça aussi. [Wait, let’s do this too.]” He took his hands off the wound long enough to throw his coat over Vincent’s chest, and then pressed down again. Vincent snuggled involuntarily into the warmth, the shivering subsiding a little. After the initial pain of Chidi’s strength against his shoulder again, he relaxed into it. Then, following a long moment of hesitance, his hand rested on top of Chidi’s.

“Merci.” He stroked along Chidi’s hand just the way he would if they were just resting in bed together after making love.

“Bien sûr. [Of course.]”

His eyes were closed again and suddenly Chidi worried he might lose consciousness.

“Hé, pouvez-vous continuer à me regarder monsieur ? Reste éveillé s'il te plait. [Hey, can you keep looking at me sir? Stay awake please.]”

Vincent wrenched his eyelids open with what seemed a very great effort. “Parlez-moi alors. [Talk to me then.]” It was an order, but spoken so quietly, so vulnerably.

“D’accord.” Chidi thought for a moment. “Tu sais, j'ai appris la médecine de campagne pour toi. J'ai pris des cours le soir, pendant mon temps libre. Parce que si jamais tu étais bloqué comme ça, je voulais être sûr de pouvoir t'aider. [You know, I learned field medicine for you. I took lessons in the evenings, during my leisure time. Because if you were ever stranded like this, I wanted to make sure I could help you.]”

Vincent swallowed. “Je ne le savais pas. Je…te remercie. [I didn’t know that. I…thank you.]” His hand was stroking idly against Chidi’s, with deep affection, soothing both himself and his lover at once. He was getting into that zoned out space that he entered sometimes, when he was hurt or very sick. A space that forced his deeply defended heart to open a little.

“Ce n'était pas un problème, monsieur. Je suis content de l’avoir fait. [It was no trouble, sir. I’m glad I did.]”

“Je suis… je suis content que tu sois là. Peut-être… peut-être que je dramatise mais… [I’m…I’m glad you’re here. Maybe…maybe I’m being dramatic but…]” He went silent for a long time, so long that Chidi almost thought he was passing out. But he wasn’t. “Si je meurs, je veux qu'il soit à côté de toi. [If I die, I want it be next to you.]”

Chidi’s throat tightened. He looked away at the sunset, waves of pink and gold crashing down over jagged mountains. But it wasn’t half as beautiful as Vincent, so he looked back. “Si je meurs, je veux que ce soit pour vous, monsieur. Mais je préfère que nous vivions tous les deux. [If I die, I want it to be for you, sir. But I’d rather we both live.]”

Vincent didn’t answer for a long time, and when he did, it was in a rush, with his voice dropping quieter and quieter until Chidi could barely hear him. “Je préfère ça aussi, ces jours-ci. Il y a quelques instants, quand on m'a tiré dessus, j'ai réalisé que… Pour une fois, je n'avais pas peur parce que j'étais seule, mais parce que je voulais continuer à vivre. Je veux être à côté de toi. [I’d rather that too, these days. A few moments ago, when I was shot, I realized that…For once, I wasn’t scared because I was alone, but because I want to keep living. I want to be next to you.]”

You will. You always will. “Je serai toujours à vos côtés, monsieur. [I will always be by your side, sir.]” Chidi wrapped himself around Vincent’s body, giving him all of his warmth, all of his presence, all of himself. For life.

#hoplesslydevoted #chidi x marquis de gramont #chidi jw #marquis de gramont #john wick fanfic #wickblr #marquis de gramont whumpee #angst #hurt/comfort #whump #assassin whump #bodyguard whump

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 1 year ago

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Don't Lie to Me

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: life-threatening situations including a bomb and a Branch Davidians-style cult compound, established relationship, hurt/comfort, explicit language, slight emetophobia warning (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You thought Emily was just going out on a typical case until you heard about the standoff at the religious compound. You knew her job was dangerous, but this is a whole new level of terrifying. And you can do nothing but wait. Takes place during S4.E3.

Emily stabbed at the last bit of scrambled egg on her plate and pointed it at you.

"I'd bet my life those kids are being abused," she said, chewing.

You took her plate to the sink, washing up from the early breakfast you'd made to send Emily off on a new case.

"I mean, isn't that kind of the whole point of cults?" you asked, scrubbing at the plates.

"It certainly seems like it." Emily walked over and placed an arm at the small of your back. "Thank you for breakfast. Do you need any help cleaning up?"

"No, I'm okay." You liked the repetitive nature of dishwashing. "You know," you thought out loud, "I was in a cult once."

Emily froze and stared at you, blazer halfway on. "What!?"

"Not that kind of cult. And I got out pretty quick. But... I did believe a lot of crazy things, and I was asked to do some illegal shit."

"Y/N, what!?" she said, slinging her go-bag over her shoulder, reluctant to leave. "What kind of crazy things?"

"Oh, I don't know," you said, drying your hands. "I carried anointing oil around for a while. And I thought shadows in corners were demons. Turns out that's just how light works."

Emily placed her hands on your shoulders, a slightly stunned expression on her face. "I have to go, but we will pick this up later because, Y/N, what!? A cult!?" She shook her head and kissed you, then once again on the forehead for good measure.

"It was just a little cult!" you joked, as she walked toward the door. "It's way easier to get dragged in than you'd think. I consider myself a pretty smart person, and even I fell for some of that bullshit."

"Mmkay," she said, leaning in the doorway. "Well, I'll do my best not to join a cult this week, but no promises."

You rolled your eyes at her. "I love you, Em. Be safe."

"Love you too, honey," she said. "See you in a few days."

You shook your head as the door shut behind her. You didn't tell many people about your "cult year," as you liked to call it, because it hadn't been nearly as extreme as most cults were and because you'd gotten out quickly. But, god, you'd believed in some stupid things. The confluence of moving to a new place, developing a severe mental illness, and falling wildly in love with the girl who was second in command had been a perfect recipe for cultish devotion. No matter. You'd made it out. And, well, fool me twice...

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Part of the beauty of working from home is that you could do whatever you wanted most of the day–no pants, no bra, watching the news or TV during lunch, calling Emily whenever you wanted.

You made yourself a sandwich and sat on the couch, turning on the news so that you could fiddle around with your laptop but still have some background noise.

You were scrolling through an article on the best laundry detergents when the reporter mentioned something about La Plata County. You glanced up and turned up the volume. Wasn't that where Emily and Spencer were?

"What is reportedly being called a routine questions and answers meeting by Colorado Child Services has turned into a violent and deadly standoff between Colorado authorities and a fringe religious group known as the Separatarian Sect. The raid on the compound..."

Your heart started to pound. Maybe you'd gotten the name of the county wrong, and Emily wasn't even close. But she had said she was visiting a religious compound and that she was going with Children's Services...

Breathing rapidly, you pulled out your phone and called Emily. Straight to voicemail. You called her again. No answer. You tried to calm yourself down–no need to panic until you knew for sure. You sent Emily a quick text:

Hey love💕 You haven't been forced into a Waco situation have you? The news is going CRAZY. Please text or call when you get a second so I know you're okay. I love you❤️

You moved your work stuff into the living room, piling it on the coffee table and keeping the volume on the news up. You felt sick to your stomach, but tried to stay calm. There was no reason to think Emily was there. Colorado was a huge state. Probably dozens of religious sects. Why would she be at that one? But the longer you went without a text or call from Emily, the more anxious you grew.

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You managed to make it about three hours before losing your goddamned mind with worry. You texted Emily again, called her again, left her an angry voicemail about how people shouldn't worry their girlfriends like this, all with no response. You'd tried Derek, too, but no luck.

Your leg bounced up and down, and you could feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You found one of Emily's sweatshirts in the hamper and pulled it over your shirt, balling yourself up on the couch and breathing in the scent of her. She's okay, you told yourself over and over. She's okay, she's okay, she's okay.

A breaking news alert on the TV prompted another update on the La Plata County situation. Your head shot up, and you turned the volume up, not wanting to miss a thing.

"...tactical team into a forced retreat after losing a 30-minute gun battle with sect members. Nobody knows for sure how many people are inside, but it is believed that at least three of the child service members are still trapped in the compound."

You didn't sleep that night. Not even for a moment. You sat on the couch late into the night, waiting for updates on the standoff. With each hour that passed without contact from Emily, you were more and more sure that it was her and Spencer in the compound. You'd tried calling a few more times, but the calls seemed pointless, knowing where she was. You'd waited until a decent hour the next morning to call other team members again–Derek, Penelope, JJ. No one had answered, and you'd only grown more terrified. You were scared to know for sure, but you needed to.

You looked down at your phone and took a deep breath, looking at the one number you'd resisted calling so far: Hotch. You knew Emily'd given you his number for emergencies only, but what was this if not an emergency?

The phone dialed for a few moments before picking up.

"Hotchner."

"Where is she!?" you demanded, all the emotion and fear you'd been putting off for the last day rushing to the forefront.

"Y/N," he sighed, and you could tell just by his voice. "She's–"

"Don't lie to me, Hotch! She's in that compound, isn't she?"

Hotch's words were calm, determined. "We're gonna get her out."

"Don't lie to me." Your voice shook, tears slipping down your face.

"Y/N, I swear to you, I will get her out."

"Okay," you whispered, feeling small and scared.

"I'll call as soon as I can to let you know she's okay, but it's gonna take some time."

"Thank you." You dashed tears from your eyes, sniffling.

"Of course."

The line clicked off and you sat in stunned silence for a few minutes, watching the repeated footage of the compound flash by on the TV. Emily was in there. Emily was in there. And there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it.

You paced back and forth for a while, waiting and waiting for news updates, then decided that all this waiting was futile. If Emily couldn't get home to you, you'd go to her. You booked yourself on the next flight to Durango, packed just the essentials, and ran out the door, filling Sergio's bowl and making a mental note to text a friend to check in on him if you were gone for more than a day or two.

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The hours you were in the air–with nothing but shitty airplane WiFi service–were the worst for you. You refreshed the live news page over and over again, terrified that at any moment, you'd hear news of a mass death.

When you finally got to Durango that night, you drove the rental car as close to the compound as you could, but ATF had it locked down for miles. For now, this was a close to Emily as you could get.

You booked a nearby hotel and, still wrapped in Emily's sweatshirt, sat moon-faced and bleary-eyed on the edge of the bed, watching the news, and waiting, waiting, waiting.

You'd nearly drifted off to sleep when the room filled with a blinding white-orange light. Your eyes grew wide as you watched the screen. The compound went up in flames, debris flying far and wide.

"Oh my god," you said, covering your mouth. "Oh my god."

You ran to the bathroom and vomited, then sat on the cool floor, shaking. You coughed as you hyperventilated, unable to get enough air into your lungs. You wrapped your hands around your head, rocking. There was no way. No way someone would have survived an explosion like that.

You felt like your heart was being ripped apart. It was the hope that hurt the most. The maybe she hadn't been in there? But almost certainly she was. Maybe she was okay? But probably she wasn't. Most likely, she didn't even exist anymore, had gone up in smoke with the rest of the compound, the thought of which made you vomit again. You couldn't fathom it, couldn't envision a world without Emily. You needed her. You hunched on the floor of the hotel room, leaning into the bed, and waited. Waited for news of Emily's death. You hoped that Hotch would call you first. It'd be so much easier to hear it from him, but the reporters were like vultures, and they often got the news first.

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At the compound, a deeply battered Emily, now running out of adrenaline, leaned heavily on Hotch as he walked her to an ambulance.

"You don't have to come with me," she told him, her voice gravelly. "It's not that bad."

"Prentiss, you can barely walk," Hotch protested, watching in concern as she winced climbing into the ambulance. "I wish you'd get on a stretcher."

"I am on a stretcher." Emily gave him a little wave from where she now lay, an EMT strapping her in and taking her vitals.

"I meant before now." Hotch smiled slightly. His team was beat up, but they'd be okay.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. "You need to make a call," he told Emily, putting the phone on speaker as it dialed.

"Oh, god," Emily groaned. "She's gotta be worried sick."

When you picked up, your voice was timid, rough with emotion.

"Hotch?" you whispered, terrified of what he might tell you.

"Hi, honey," Emily said, her voice heavy with love and exhaustion. It hit her, all of a sudden, that there was a good chance she might not have made it out. That she would never have seen you again. The thought brought tears to her eyes.

"Em!" you cried between sobs. "Are you okay!? Are you hurt!?"

"I'm a little banged up, but I'll make it."

"You scared the shit out of me!" you yelled, equal parts furious at her for putting her life in danger and relieved that she was okay. Emotions tumbled through your body like ocean waves.

Emily smiled and wiped a few tears from under her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Is Spencer there? Is he okay, too?"

Emily exhaled shakily. "Yeah, he's fine. We're all fine."

"Where are you?"

"Uh, in an ambulance."

"Which hospital are they taking you to?" you asked, pulling on your shoes and grabbing your keys off the hotel desk.

"Mercy?" Emily said, repeating what the EMT told her.

"I'll meet you there."

"No, honey, you don't need to come all the way here," Emily protested. "I'm okay. I'll be home in a few days."

"I'm already here, Em. Don't even try to fight me on this."

"You're here!? In Colorado?!"

"At a hotel. As close to the compound as I could get."

"You came?" Emily confirmed, her voice quiet, like she couldn't quite believe someone would love her enough to be there.

"Emily," you breathed. "Of course I did."

A few tears escaped Emily's eyes, and Hotch looked away.

"Now," you said, clearing your throat and trying to pull yourself together. "Please, please, let the doctors take care of you. I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Okay," she sniffled.

"I love you."

"I love you, too," Emily said, before hanging up and handing the phone back to Hotch.

The EMT handed her a paper towel to use as a tissue and she laughed, dabbing at her eyes and nose. "Thanks," she said.

Hotch smiled, watching her.

"What?" she said.

"She really loves you."

"I know."

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At the hospital, Emily heard you before she saw you. You were the first thing she heard after waking up from surgery, and she couldn't help but smile. You were giving the nurses a run for their money, which was saying something. You were usually so patient, so accommodating. Not today.

"Look," you railed at the nurse's station. "I've been in the waiting room for hours! I have been awake for three days straight, and my girlfriend has been a cult hostage that whole time! I am not in the mood to be held hostage too! Take me to her now, or I swear to god I will get the fucking FBI director on the line."

Emily's face brightened when you came in the room, but yours fell. She looked awful. Her face was bruised and swollen, bandages covered her body, and her arm was in a cast.

"Oh, Em," you said, your voice breaking, as you grabbed her hand, pressing your palm gently to her cheek.

"I'm okay." But she wasn't, and you could tell.

"It's okay, baby," you reassured her, running your fingers gently through her hair. "You don't have to be okay now, alright? I'm here. I'm here to take care of you."

Her breath hitched, and you could tell she was fighting off tears. It broke your heart. She always felt like she needed to be strong. It was time to let someone else be strong for a change.

You lowered the railing of the hospital bed, and lifted yourself in, gently pulling Emily into you. She grasped desperately at your shirt and fought off sobs.

"Shh," you whispered, cradling her head. "Let it out, love. I'm right here. You're safe now."

You held her while she cried, heartbroken that she'd been so scared and so hurt and, yet, proud that she handled it like no one else in the world could. And for neither the first time nor the last, you felt the immense weight and honor of being someone Emily Prentiss felt safe enough to break down with.

When she quieted, you rocked her and held her and placed small, gentle kisses on her head, trying to convey all your love for her, all your protectiveness toward her through osmosis.

You remembered, quite suddenly, the last conversation you'd had before Emily left, about cults.

"I told you," you whispered, giggling.

"Told me what?"

"That it was easy to get dragged into a cult."

"That is not the same," Emily argued, playfully shoving you. "I was held hostage. You were just dumb."

"Ouch."

"You didn't hoard weapons or anything, did you?"

"No," you scoffed. "Of course not."

"Well, what'd you do?" she pressed.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you did some illegal shit in the cult, so what did you do?"

"Oh," you laughed. "Nothing too serious. We bugged some people's rooms, recorded conversations."

"...Why?"

"We thought they were in cahoots with the devil."

Emily laughed, then grabbed her ribs, wincing. "'Cahoots with the devil!?' God, I'm so glad I found you after your religious days."

"What can I say? You get the very best of me."

Emily beamed up at you, pulling you down by your collar to kiss you. You stayed gentle and soft, mindful of her split lip and bruised face.

You held your forehead to hers, breathing in her scent. That familiar Emily scent that you'd been so sure you'd never get again.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," you whispered.

"I won't," Emily said, burying her face in your chest.

"Don't lie to me."

You felt her smile into your skin. "I'll try."

You sighed and grinned. "I guess that'll do. But only because I love you so much."

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